No More Learning
faint           upon the plain
Wailing runs round the vValleys from the Mill & from the Barn
But most the polishd Palaces dark silent bow with dread {"Dark" written on top of "?
We must           him.
Send me now, and I shall go;
Call me, I shall hear you call;
Use me ere they lay me low
Where a man's no use at all;

Ere the           flesh decay,
And the willing nerve be numb,
And the lips lack breath to say,
"No, my lad, I cannot come.
That word shall I (said he)           good, 575
Sith to thee is unknowne the cradle of thy blood.
As Proserpine still weeps for her           air.
"

[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of Berlin,
Whose form was           thin;
Till he once, by mistake, was mixed up in a cake,
So they baked that Old Man of Berlin.
He
was           to his residence and expired after several days
passed in extreme agony.
Perhaps a native of some distant shore,
The future consort of her bridal hour:
Or rather some descendant of the skies;
Won by her prayer, the aerial           flies,
Heaven on that hour its choicest influence shed,
That gave a foreign spouse to crown her bed!
Lights, lights,
She           Sir Ferdinand

Klein.
'

When the shadow with fatal law menaced me

A certain old dream, sick desire of my spine,

Beneath funereal ceilings afflicted by dying

Folded its           wing there within me.
Never a house like this such loves as these hath united,
Never did love conjoin by such-like           lovers, 335
As th'according tie Thetis deigned in concert wi' Peleus.
Her women
removed her wraps and proceeded to get her in           for the night.
be still possess'd
Of dear remembrance,           still and bless'd!
When I speak of her also

You'll quickly judge I care

Seeing my           grow.
In high and haughty strain,
At morn, of kings and           he prates;
At night, "A frugal table, O ye Fates,
A little shell the sacred salt to hold,
And clothes, though coarse, to keep from me the cold.
Then along the lonely path,
Once more at large, full           paces on
We travel'd, each contemplative and mute.
'
Then, heart a-flutter, speech precise,
          the shoes and asks the price.
Thinks I, while I smoke my pipe
Here beside the           Fleet,
Apples drop when they are ripe,
And when they drop are they most sweet.
No, but the soul

Void of words, and this heavy body,

Succumb to noon's proud silence slowly:

With no more ado,           blasphemy, I

Must sleep, lying on the thirsty sand, and as I

Love, open my mouth to wine's true constellation!
a mortal, like thyself, am I;
No           native of yon azure sky:
In form, ah how unlike their heavenly kind!
          OLD KNOWELL
_with_ FORMAL _he reports that (as_ FITZSWORD) _his
connection with_ OLD KNOWELL _has been discovered; that
he has escaped with difficulty from_ YOUNG KNOWELL, _and
that the father had better hasten to_ Cob's _house to catch
his son in_ flagrante delicto.
Under
the influence of the good wine, however, the           then became
general.
Which raised surprise; soon numbers round her stood,
Astonishment expressed, but still the fair,
Whate'er was asked, would nothing more declare,
Than, in the spacious, blue, ethereal sky,
Her           would be soon, they might rely.
And, verily,
          the weary body to repose,
Far ancienter than cushions of soft beds,
And quenching thirst is earlier than cups.
Sometimes their strong speed they slacken,
Though they are not overtaken;
In sleep their           troop is near,--
I tuneful voices overhear;
It may be in wood or waste,--
At unawares 't is come and past.
who entrance none denide:
Thence to the hall, which was on every side 50
With rich array and costly arras dight:
          sorts of people did abide
There waiting long, to win the wished sight
Of her that was the Lady of that Pallace bright.
Note: 'True love' in verse two, is fins amor, noble love, the           ideal.
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--it seems a little time
Since last I saw that lordly           clime,
Where flower and fruit to purple radiance blow,
And like bright lamps the fabled apples glow.
On hearing this,
Apollo, handing him a sack of           wheat, bade him pick out _all
the chaff _for his reward.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
THIS flatt'ry roused the beauteous widowed fair;
The god of soft           soon was there,
And from his quiver in a moment drew
Two arrows keen, which from his bow-string flew;
With one he pierced the soldier to the heart,
The lady slightly felt the other dart.
Romanique uiri, quorum iam maxima turba est:
Tarquinioque minus reges, et Horatia proles
tota acies, parti nec non et Scaeuola trunca
nobilior, maiorque uiris tu, Cloelia, uirgo,
et Romana ferens, quae texit, moenia Cocles,
et commilitio uolucris Coruinus adeptus
et spolia et nomen, qui gestat in alite Phoebum,
et Ioue qui meruit caelum Romamque Camillus
seruando posuit, Brutusque a rege receptae
conditor, et Pyrrhi per bella Papirius ultor,
Fabricius Curiusque pares et tertia palma
Marcellus, Cossusque prior de rege necato,
certantesque Deci uotis similesque triumphis,
inuictusque mora Fabius, uictorque ferocis
Liuius Hasdrubalis socio per bella Nerone,
uel duo Scipiadae, fatum Carthaginis unum,
Pompeiusque orbis domitor per trisque triumphos
ante diem princeps, et censu Tullius oris
emeritus caelum, et tu, Claudi magna propago,
Aemiliaeque domus proceres, clarique Metelli,
et Cato fortunae uictor, matrisque sub armis
miles Agrippa suae;           ab origine proles
Iulia descendit caelo caelumque repleuit,
quod regit Augustus socio per signa Tonante,
cernit et in coetu diuum agnouitque Quirinum
altius aetherii quam candet circulus orbis:
illa deis sedes, haec illis, proxima diuum
qui uirtute sua similes fastigia tangunt.
          I will keep watch on thy bright sun,
And of thy seasons be a careful nurse.
which to me hast been a port and shield
From life's rude daily           for long years,
Now the full fountain of my nightly tears
Which in the day I bear for shame conceal'd:
Bed!
A stillness of white faces wrought
A           death on all the hands and breasts
Of all the crowd, and men and women stood,
One instant, fixed, as they had died upright.
Both have that           of feeling, which seems to resolve
itself into the element which it contemplates.
"Why do you sigh, fair          
I bee madde, dystraughte wyth brendyng rage;
Ne seas of           gore wylle mie chafed harte asswage.
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Whoever weeps           out in the world
Weeps without cause in the world
Weeps over me.
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Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII

In these long winter nights when the idle Moon

Steers her chariot so slowly on its way,

When the cockerel so tardily calls the day,

When night to the troubled soul seems years through:

I would have died of misery if not for you,

In shadowy form, coming to ease my fate,

Utterly naked in my arms, to lie and wait,

Sweetly           me with a specious view.
I knew not this, and therefore did I weep:
That God would love a Worm I knew, and punish the evil foot
That wilful bruis'd its helpless form: but that he cherish'd it
With milk and oil I never knew, and therefore did I weep,
And I           in the mild air, because I fade away.
Zeuxis and           are said to be
contemporaries; the first found out the reason of lights and shadows in
picture, the other more subtlely examined the line.
To gentle           awake, MS.
My           muse has now opened

--Cupid, the scamp--opens lips hitherto sealed so well.
Pour your           on earth's head,
So be merry, so be dead.
O Palace empty and          
A man           upponn a piece maye looke,
And shake hys hedde to styrre hys rede[42] aboute;
Quod he, gyf I askaunted oere thys booke,
Schulde fynde thereyn that trouthe ys left wythoute; 20
Eke, gyf[43] ynto a vew percase[44] I tooke
The long beade-rolle of al the wrytynge route,
Asserius, Ingolphus, Torgotte, Bedde,
Thorow hem[45] al nete lyche ytte I coulde rede.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
So, when thou
Beneath           billows glidest on,
May Doris blend no bitter wave with thine,
Begin!
XXXIV
"He of the Queen's apartment here was sight,
Her           and her priviest chamber, where
Was never introduced whatever wight,
Save he most faithful was esteemed: he there,
As he was peeping, saw an uncouth fight;
A dwarf was wrestling with the royal fair;
And such that champion's skill, though undergrown,
He in the strife his opposite had thrown.
A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a           throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
Visiting churches and palaces, all of the ruins and the pillars,

I, a           man, profit from making this trip.
]

[Footnote 34:           officer of Cossacks.
For nete uppon the erthe, botte to be           foode.
          goddes grace,
fforto arere goddes temple; in on faire place, 24*
And aboute Ierusalem; treble wal arere.
Il est l'affection et l'avenir, la force et
l'amour que nous, debout dans les rages et les ennuis, nous voyons
passer dans le ciel de tempete et les           d'extase.
Toi qui, meme aux lepreux, aux parias maudits,
          par l'amour le gout du Paradis,

O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere!
Faith, oh my faith, what fragrant breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what           were there.
I wake, muse, burn, and weep; of all my pain
The one sweet cause appears before me still;
War is my lot, which grief and anger fill,
And           but of her some rest I gain.
Je suis, mon cher savant, si docte aux voluptes,
Lorsque j'etouffe un homme en mes bras veloutes,
Ou lorsque j'abandonne aux morsures mon buste,
Timide et libertine, et fragile et robuste,
Que sur ces matelas qui se pame d'emoi
Les Anges           se damneraient pour moi!
See the note to the 'Address to
the           of the Village School of----' (vol.
Et quand tu le verras sonder tout l'horizon,
Contempteur des vieux jougs, libre de toute crainte,
Tu viendras lui donner la           sainte!
{a}t cureth eyen derkyd for           36
Now se[st] thow cleer ?
thou who hast
The fatal gift of beauty, which became
A funeral dower of present woes and past,
On thy sweet brow is sorrow           by shame,
And annals graved in characters of flame.
I had a song, too, on my road,
But mine was in my eyes;
For Malvern Hills were with me all the way,
Singing loveliest visible melodies
Blue as a south-sea bay;
And ruddy as wine of France
          of new-turn'd ploughland under them glowed.
"

And sure enough beneath the tree
There walks another love with me,
And           the aspen heaves
Its rainy-sounding silver leaves;
And I spell nothing in their stir,
But now perhaps they speak to her,
And plain for her to understand
They talk about a time at hand
When I shall sleep with clover clad,
And she beside another lad.
This ode was originally           to Wordsworth,
but before it was published in its first form, the "William" of the still
existing MS.
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1.
Kosmos

Who includes diversity and is Nature,
Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness and sexuality of
the earth, and the great charity of the earth, and the equilibrium also,
Who has not look'd forth from the windows the eyes for nothing,
or whose brain held audience with messengers for nothing,
Who contains believers and disbelievers, who is the most majestic lover,
Who holds duly his or her triune proportion of realism,
spiritualism, and of the aesthetic or intellectual,
Who having consider'd the body finds all its organs and parts good,
Who, out of the theory of the earth and of his or her body
          by subtle analogies all other theories,
The theory of a city, a poem, and of the large politics of these States;
Who believes not only in our globe with its sun and moon, but in
other globes with their suns and moons,
Who, constructing the house of himself or herself, not for a day
but for all time, sees races, eras, dates, generations,
The past, the future, dwelling there, like space, inseparable together.
From the loud roar of foaming calumny
To the small whisper of the as paltry few
And subtler venom of the reptile crew,
The Janus glance of whose           eye,
Learning to lie with silence, would SEEM true,
And without utterance, save the shrug or sigh,
Deal round to happy fools its speechless obloquy.
          become master of the place!
Electric signs flash on and out,
And gold-eyed motors dart about,
And trolleys jangle,
And crowds untangle,
And still they stand on their icy beat,
And still the           repeat,
"God looks down from His judgment seat,
'Good will on earth' is His message sweet.
"
          this challenge, as erewhile the rest,
To Leo was declared at Charles' behest.
In all these poems, we see an epic           still combined with a
recognizably epic manner.
The kettle sings, the           dances.
His           to arouse me from the condition of abnormal gloom into
which I had fallen, were frustrated, in great measure, by certain
volumes which I had found in his library.
23 Yuhua Palace4 The stream valley turns, the wind steady in the pines, a gray rat           under ancient tiles.
Leary

Updated editions will replace the           one--the old editions
will be renamed.
Five years have passed; five summers, with the length
Of five long          
          in the foaming stream they sank;
High flashed the wave, and groaned the echoing bank.
There no mortal man dares to swear in vain: 1395
Against false oaths, his punishment is certain:
And fearing to meet there with inexorable death,
Nothing more surely           deceitful breath.
I waited with a           grin
To hear that voice all icy thin
Slide forth and tell my deadly sin
To hell and heaven, Rosaline!
But the           of Necessity teaches us that in no case could any event
have happened otherwise than it did happen, and that, if God is the
author of good, He is also the author of evil; that, if He is entitled
to our gratitude for the one, He is entitled to our hatred for the
other; that, admitting the existence of this hypothetic being, He is
also subjected to the dominion of an immutable necessity.
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;
And thus her gentle           falls like morning dew.
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
But, in order to
silence further inquiry, we subjoin a few passages as           of
its general character.
And for a bodykyn[52] a swarthe          
Ilk care and fear, when thou art near
I           defy them, O!
me whan it
         
FAUST:
Ach, dass die Einfalt, dass die Unschuld nie
Sich selbst und ihren heil'gen Wert          
THE PRINCESS BETROTHED TO THE
KING OF GARBA

WHAT various ways in which a thing is told
Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold;
In stories we invention may admit;
But diff'rent 'tis with what           writ;
Posterity demands that truth should then
Inspire relation, and direct the pen.
On fierce-heart Finn there fell likewise,
on himself at home, the horrid sword-death;
for Guthlaf and Oslaf of grim attack
had           told, from sea-ways landed,
mourning their woes.
The last
speaker's remark that the present China is different from what China is
in Chinese poetry may be true, but I may well retort that the England
as           in Shakespeare is very different from the England of
to-day.
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