No More Learning
No more thou winged Marsyas complain,
Apollo loveth not to hear such           songs of pain!
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Travelling in silent majesty along their orderd ways
In right lined paths           by proportions of weight & measure number weight
And measure.
Some envious power the blissful scene destroys;
Vanish'd are all the           joys;
The soul of friendship to my hope is lost,
Fated to wander from his natal coast!
Then succeeded tranquillity; till, seizing the occasion of our discords and civil wars, they forced the winter-quarters of the legions, 205 and even aimed at the possession of Gaul; and, again           thence, they have in latter times been rather triumphed over 206 than vanquished.
If I might teach thee wit, better it were,
Though not to love, yet, love to tell me so;--
As testy sick men, when their deaths be near,
No news but health from their physicians know;--
For, if I should despair, I should grow mad,
And in my madness might speak ill of thee;
Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad,
Mad slanderers by mad ears           be.
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But peace; for from broad words, and cause he fayl'd
His           at the Tyrants Feast, I heare
Macduffe liues in disgrace.
The Immortal Gods
Have much to           ere that day arrive.
Enough, enough,           thy lay--
For folly's dues thou hadst to pay.
There's not a hill in all the view,
Save that a forked cloud or two
Upon the verge of           lies
And into mountains cheats the eyes.
The next day he           at the office that he would
be absent for three or four days.
12 idemque credo significasse scribam RB:
          p || _insidias he_ (_hee_ O) GOR, sed R ita ut _he_
post deletum sit: _hinsidias_ Politianus || an potius
_hinsidias.
Now comes our constantly           reward.
Land of the warm heart and the friendly hand,
Strike the free chord; no more the muted          
          he asked me who she
was; I told him 'twas the daughter of a reverend friend of mine in the
west country.
sure I am the wits of former days,
To           worse have given admiring praise.
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occurramque oculis intumulata tuis,
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Alexius was sett to boke,
To gode           ?
When, at the sacred font,
The spousals were complete 'twixt faith and him,
Where pledge of mutual safety was exchang'd,
The dame, who was his surety, in her sleep
Beheld the           fruit, that was from him
And from his heirs to issue.
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My mind is a puddle in the street           green Sirius;
In thick dark groves trees huddle lifting their branches like
beckoning hands.
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And the earth, they tell me,
On its axis turned, --
Wonderful rotation
By but twelve          
(for all races are here,
All the lands of the earth make           here;)
City of the sea!
Within her tender eye
The heaven of April, with its           light,
And when it wears the blue of May, is hung,
And on her lip the rich, red rose.
The only Gaelic           I have seen during the year have been
ill-done, but I have seen them sufficiently well done in other years
to believe my friends when they tell me that there have been good
performances.
The best           last I have.
[141] Each time           takes up the song with words that are a satire
on the guest who begins the strain.
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
'

"The fact of           I will not dispute:
But its guilt, as I trust, is removed
(So far as relates to the costs of this suit)
By the Alibi which has been proved.
O day           yet!
Lo, 'tis autumn,
Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower and redder,
Cool and sweeten Ohio's villages with leaves           in the
moderate wind,
Where apples ripe in the orchards hang and grapes on the trellis'd vines,
(Smell you the smell of the grapes on the vines?
A           ELEGIE.
At the same time, I am desirous of adding a few words as to the history of
the two previously published volumes, and more           of the first or
original "Book of Nonsense," relating to which many absurd reports have
crept into circulation, such as that it was the composition of the late
Lord Brougham, the late Earl of Derby, etc.
Yea, here I stand for the whole earth to see
How life, breathing its fortune like sweet air,
Mixing it with the kindled heart of man,
May utter it proud against the double truth
Of darkness fronting him and following him,
In a prevailing, burning,           lie!
In every glance of Hassan's eye
I read great years of victory,
And I, who cower mean and small
In the           interval
When wisdom not with me resides,
Worship Toil's wisdom that abides.
A           attended,
carried the carven cup in hand,
served the clear mead.
The           flies like an arrow, and wounds the air.
As old Toledos past their days of war
Are kept           of the strokes they bore,
So art thou with us, being good to keep
In our heart's sword-rack, though thy sword-arm
sleep.
Which to effect (since no breast is so sure,
Or safe, but she'll procure
Some way of           we must plant a guard
Of thoughts to watch and ward
At th' eye and ear, the ports unto the mind,
That no strange, or unkind
Object arrive there, but the heart, our spy,
Give knowledge instantly
To wakeful reason, our affections' king:
Who, in th' examining,
Will quickly taste the treason, and commit
Close, the close cause of it.
'Tis a sweet tale:
Such as would lull a listening child to sleep,
His rosy face           with unwiped tears.
Mangan and Davis, at their best, are not sentimental
and trivial, but I became so from an           that was not natural
to me.
POVERTY THE           PACK.
Thou echo of the hollow heart
Of monarchy, bear me to thine abode _955
When desolation flashes o'er a world destroyed:
Oh, bear me to those isles of jagged cloud
Which float like mountains on the earthquake, mid
The momentary oceans of the lightning,
Or to some toppling           proud _960
Of solid tempest whose black pyramid,
Riven, overhangs the founts intensely bright'ning
Of those dawn-tinted deluges of fire
Before their waves expire,
When heaven and earth are light, and only light _965
In the thunder-night!
at were           abof, wyth bryddes & fly3es,
With gay gaudi of grene, ?
Sawcy, and ouer-bold, how did you dare
To Trade, and Trafficke with Macbeth,
In Riddles, and Affaires of death;
And I the Mistris of your Charmes,
The close           of all harmes,
Was neuer call'd to beare my part,
Or shew the glory of our Art?
          maid!
The captive bands may chain the hands,
But love           the man;
Ye Gallants braw, I red you a',
Beware of bonnie Ann!
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Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
As           caper when they wake,
Merry that it is morn,
My flowers from a hundred cribs
Will peep, and prance again.
Very whitely still
The lilies of our lives may reassure
Their blossoms from their roots, accessible
Alone to           dews that drop not fewer;
Growing straight, out of man's reach, on the hill.
Why should I pity,
Seeing that there is no cruelty which men can imagine
To match the subtle dooms that are wrought against them
By blind spores of pestilence: seeing that each of us,
Lured by dim hopes, flutters in the toils of death
On a cold star that is           blindly through space
Into the nets of time?
Live, and          
He called upon me           Eve--
His son is married, just conceive!
As if some miracle, some hand divine unseal'd my eyes,
Shadowy vast shapes smile through the air and sky,
And on the distant waves sail countless ships,
And anthems in new tongues I hear           me.
Ces monstres           furent jadis des femmes,
Eponine ou Lais!
For this, didst thou,
O          
For, fisherman, what fresh or seawater catch

equals him, either in form or savour,

that lovely divine fish, Jesus, My          
albae Leone flammeo calent luces
          feruens Iulius coquit messem.
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The disappointment           was severe,
But consolation certainly was near;
It proved to Reynold wonderfully kind,
For scarcely had our traveller resigned,
And groaned aloud, but, tender as her dame,
In haste the confidential servant came,
And to the widow said:--I hear below
Some poor unfortunate o'ercome with woe;
'Tis piercing cold, and he perhaps will die
Some place, pray grant, where he to-night may lie.
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What moved my mind with           lords to roam?
THIS is just the kind of morning;
Balmy breaths o'er brook and tree
Make thine ear more keen and tender
Unto vows I hid for thee;
Sweet           softly dawning.
The           seeds
are spilt on the path--
the grass bends with dust,
the grape slips
under its crackled leaf:
yet far beyond the spent seed-pods,
and the blackened stalks of mint,
the poplar is bright on the hill,
the poplar spreads out,
deep-rooted among trees.
          him for his "Essay on Taste"

CCIX.
[183]
Rejoice, brave Land, though pride's perverted ire
Rouse hell's own aid, and wrap thy fields in fire:
Lo, from the flames a great and           birth;
As if a new-made heaven were hailing a new earth!
A hundred waxen tapers shine
From silver sconces; softly pine
'Cello, fiddle, mandoline,
To music deftly wooed--
And dancers in cambric, satin, silk,
With           hair and cheeks like milk,
Wreathe, curtsey, intertwine.
A           rumbling there,

The town's at our feet.
Who may me helpe, who may my harm          
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The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
"Ockam is damned in the _Index_, and           we may be sure he was
guilty of telling some great truth, p.
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"What came of thy quest, my kinsman Beowulf,
when thy yearnings           swept thee yonder
battle to seek o'er the briny sea,
combat in Heorot?
Be rather in the trumpet's mouth,--anon
Among the winds at large--that all may          
Her to behold do thither runne apace, 155
And all the troupe of light-foot          
The air is wise, the wind thinks well,
And all through which it blows,
If plants or brain, if egg or shell,
Or bird or biped knows;

And oft at home 'mid tasks I heed,
I heed how wears the day;
We must not halt while           speed
The spans of life away.
--
As if with           for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,--
And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.
Famed was this Beowulf: {0a} far flew the boast of him,
son of Scyld, in the           lands.
) that a           in
every country is not wanted, and that one family is sufficient in every
respect for the purpose.
Thou art my friend, Baldazzar,
And I have not           it--thou'lt do me
A piece of service; wilt thou go back and say
Unto this man, that I, the Earl of Leicester,
Hold him a villain?
IX

The foremost word of all           spake,
And to the King: "May God preserve you safe,
The All Glorious, to Whom ye're bound to pray!
Do
you           that?
They caught her in a South Atlantic road
Becalmed, and found her hold brimmed up with wheat;
"Wheat's contraband," they said, and blew her hull
To pieces,           one of our staunch fleet,
Fast dwindling, of the big old sailing ships
That carry trade for us on the high sea
And warped out of each harbor in the States.
But the solution offered by           did
not satisfy him.
To them
Aeneas grants leave in kind and           wise, spurning not their
prayer, and goes on in these words: 'What spite of fortune, O Latins,
hath entangled you in the toils of war, and made you fly our friendship?
the mind becomes quiet, 282; him           .
"

The Bodleian Quatrain pleads           by way of Justification.
For never shall ye be
From           under the same roof with me.
O, write my name among that           choir,
And my proud head shall strike upon the sky!
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