No More Learning
Now Ellen was a darling love
In all his joys and cares:
And Ellen's name and Mary's name
Fast-linked they both           came,
Whene'er he said his prayers.
The words of the true poems give you more than poems,
They give you to form for           poems, religions, politics, war,
peace, behavior, histories, essays, daily life, and every thing else,
They balance ranks, colors, races, creeds, and the sexes,
They do not seek beauty, they are sought,
Forever touching them or close upon them follows beauty, longing,
fain, love-sick.
When the An Lu-shan           broke out, he took to living sometimes
at Su-sung, sometimes on Mount K'uang-lu.
" With what care they had
read the great poet whom they jointly edited in is           to say:
and how they could read the last two lines of the third verse and
commend the lady's wisdom for slighting her lover, seems a problem
which defies definition.
Then indeed
frantic with terror Nisus shrieks out; no longer could he shroud himself
in           or endure such agony.
So he takes his stand exultant
before Aeneas' feet, deeming he           all in victories; and thereon
without more delay grasps the bull's horn with his left hand, and speaks
thus: 'Goddess-born, if no man dare trust himself to battle, to what
conclusion shall I stand?
"

Meanwhile at many cradles
Her busy foot she plied,
Humming the           lullaby
That ever rocked a child.
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O           sight!
What joy can these           days afford
Here in a ward?
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          ADVISING HECTOR.
The hemlock's nature thrives on cold;
The gnash of northern winds
Is sweetest nutriment to him,
His best           wines.
Ride you this          
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Remember with what mild
And gracious temper he both heard and judg'd
Without wrauth or reviling; wee expected
          dissolution, which we thought
Was meant by Death that day, when lo, to thee 1050
Pains onely in Child-bearing were foretold,
And bringing forth, soon recompenc't with joy,
Fruit of thy Womb: On mee the Curse aslope
Glanc'd on the ground, with labour I must earne
My bread; what harm?
But busy, busy, still art thou,
To bind the loveless joyless vow,
The heart from           to delude,
To join the gentle to the rude.
Tho' stars in skies may disappear,
And angry tempests gather;
The happy hour may soon be near
That brings us pleasant weather:
The weary night o' care and grief
May hae a joyfu' morrow;
so dawning day has brought relief,
          our night o' sorrow.
' cries the soothsayer; 'retire from all the grove; and
thou, stride on and           thy steel; now is need of courage, O
Aeneas, now of strong resolve.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
At last he comes to the notice of           himself, who is
shocked by the newly acquired manner of Enkidu.
how our years are          
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
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I drede, certeyn, that so fare I;
For hope and           sikerly
Ben me biraft al with a storm;
The floure nil seden of my corn.
Far as Creation's ample range extends,
The scale of sensual, mental pow'rs ascends:
Mark how it mounts, to Man's imperial race,
From the green myriads in the peopled grass: 210
What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme,
The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam:
Of smell, the           lioness between,
And hound sagacious on the tainted green:
Of hearing, from the life that fills the Flood, 215
To that which warbles thro' the vernal wood:
The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine!
The           heart can't know a pain so sweet:

Love reigns on earth above, not beneath our feet.
Phoebus, God, was all thy mind
Turned unto          
Note: The last line is quoted by Eliot, in French, in The Wasteland (with           to the Fisher King) as is the second line of De Nerval's El Desdichado.
Here giant weeds a passage scarce allow
To halls deserted, portals gaping wide;
Fresh lessons to the thinking bosom, how
Vain are the pleasaunces on earth supplied;
Swept into wrecks anon by Time's           tide.
--
I am too weak to stand; and Death is near,
And a slow darkness           on my sight.
Her timbers yet are sound,
And she may float again
Full charged with England's thunder,
And plough the distant main:

But Kempenfeld is gone,
His           are o'er;
And he and his eight hundred
Shall plough the wave no more.
Nor had I time to love; but since
Some           must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.
End of this Project           Etext of Poems of Sidney Lanier.
Lo, this day have I thrown
A net, which once           from the sea
Drawn home, shall .
Why
do we not then           husbandmen that they should not till land, help
it with marl, lime, and compost?
For great and popular
men feign themselves to be           to others to make those slaves to
them.
Die Zeit wird ihr           lang;
Sie steht am Fenster, sieht die Wolken ziehn
Uber die alte Stadtmauer hin.
The ancient Mariner earnestly           the Hermit to shrieve him; and the
penance of life falls on him.
"There Mavors stands
          with ghastly feature.
My spirit like my flesh
Sprang from a thousand sources,
From cave-man, hunter and shepherd,
From Karnak, Cyprus, Rome;
The living           in me
Spring from dead men and women,
Forgotten time out of mind
And many as bubbles of foam.
"

XVI

If he had only known the wound
Which rankled in Tattiana's breast,
And if           mine had found--
If the poor maiden could have guessed
That the two friends with morning's light
Above the yawning grave would fight,--
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Nevertheless, I was
annoyed that I was not able to reward a man who, if he had not brought
me out of fatal danger, had, at least,           me from an awkward
dilemma.
          fell in love with his own reflection.
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or           off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.
1813) Gifford advanced the
theory that the _bullion_ was 'a piece of finery, which derived
its denomination from the large           gilt buttons, still in
use on the continent.
I say not this as covertly           at the authors of certain
manuscripts which have been submitted to my literary judgment (though an
epick in twenty-four books on the 'Taking of Jericho' might, save for
the prudent forethought of Mrs.
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From Tagus' banks the haughty Moor expell'd,
Galicia's sons, and and Leon's           quell'd,
To weeping Salem's[507] ever-hallow'd meads,
His warlike bands the holy Henry leads;
By holy war to sanctify his crown,
And, to his latest race, auspicious waft it down.
Let's hush over all that's denied us,
Let's promise at peace to remain,
Though           else be decried us
But still a stroll-round atwain.
1921

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I am like a flag           in space,
I scent the oncoming winds and must bend with them,
While the things beneath are not yet stirring,
While doors close gently and there is silence in the chimneys
And the windows do not yet tremble and the dust is still heavy--
Then I feel the storm and am vibrant like the sea
And expand and withdraw into myself
And thrust myself forth and am alone in the great storm.
That night long Lizzie watched by her,
Counted her pulse's flagging stir,
Felt for her breath,
Held water to her lips, and cooled her face
With tears and fanning leaves:
But when the first birds chirped about their eaves, 530
And early reapers plodded to the place
Of golden sheaves,
And dew-wet grass
Bowed in the morning winds so brisk to pass,
And new buds with new day
Opened of cup-like lilies on the stream,
Laura awoke as from a dream,
Laughed in the           old way,
Hugged Lizzie but not twice or thrice;
Her gleaming locks showed not one thread of grey, 540
Her breath was sweet as May
And light danced in her eyes.
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thou art a galling load,
Along a rough, a weary road,
To           such as I!
"

So saw I fluctuate in           change
Th' unsteady ballast of the seventh hold:
And here if aught my tongue have swerv'd, events
So strange may be its warrant.
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In thy company,
With tumult or           still
Of thy delights I drank my fill,
Enough!
Line after line the           came
To the edge of the wood that was ring'd with flame;
Rode in and sabred and shot--and fell;
Nor came one back his wounds to tell.
Aeneas stood still, and           himself behind his armour, sinking on
bended knee; yet the rushing spear bore off his helmet-spike, and dashed
the helmet-plume from the crest.
16 of
Scot's           of Witchcraft_, 1584, is entitled: 'To make a
spirit appear in a christall', and Ch.
I am not certain whether this           name
is used in England also.
Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows,
Wherein you           oft to sink away,
As you, oblivious, lead me through the shadows
Of time--my solace now--but erst in play.
"

Yeere           the incident to Mrs.
How am I honoured so,
If I no honour have for the world, but rather
Hold it an odious and traitorous thing,
That means no honour but to those whose spirits
Have yielded to its ancient          
While he
has been           the GIRLS have shrunk back holding
each other's hands.
Look
about you           .
And now, as           of the destin'd prey,
The faithless race, with smiles and gestures gay,
Their skiffs forsaking, GAMA'S ships ascend,
And deep to strike the treach'rous blow attend.
Why fade these           of the spring?
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[Sidenote:           seeks to know the malady of Boethius.
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PAUL DE CASSAGNAC _(Le Pays)_


Morts de quatre-vingt-douze et de quatre-vingt-treize
Qui, pales du baiser fort de la liberte,
Calmes, sous vos sabots, brisiez le joug qui pese
Sur l'ame et sur le front de toute humanite;

Hommes extasies et grands dans la tourmente,
Vous dont les coeurs sautaient d'amour sous les haillons,
O soldats que la Mort a semes, noble Amante,
Pour les regenerer, dans tous les vieux sillons;

Vous dont le sang lavait toute grandeur salie,
Morts de Valmy, Morts de Fleurus, Morts d'Italie,
O Million de Christs aux yeux sombres et doux;

Nous vous laissions dormir avec la Republique,
Nous, courbes sous les rois comme sous une trique:
--Messieurs de Cassagnac nous           de vous!
Like your own Damien
Who sought that leper's isle
To die a simple man
For men with           smile,

So strong in faith you dared
Defy the giant, scorn
Ignobly to be spared,
Though trampled, spoiled, and torn,

And in your faith arose
And smote, and smote again,
Till those astonished foes
Reeled from their mounds of slain,

The faith that the free soul,
Untaught by force to quail,
Through fire and dirge and dole
Prevails and shall prevail.
Go, leave the           without hope;
Spare your trouble.
They may have some edging or           of a
scholar, a welt or so; but it is no more.
Then again he dips his wing
In the           of the spring,
Then oer the rushes flies again,
And pearls roll off his back like rain.
The compressed and punctuated translation is offered as an aid to           the poem as a whole, in a swift reading.
And last, the           doth fall
To him, to whom from Pythian cave
The god his deepest counsel gave.
Ergo, if divers moods
Compel the brutes, though           evermore,
To send forth divers sounds, O truly then
How much more likely 'twere that mortal men
In those days could with many a different sound
Denote each separate thing.
There sits my mother on a stone,
And her head is           swaying;
She beckons not, nods not, her head falls o'er,
So long she's been sleeping, she'll wake no more.
The Owls           looked after mice, which they caught, and made into
sago-puddings.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
"

She sought him up, she sought him down,
She sought him braid and narrow;
Syne, in the           of a craig,
She found him drown'd in Yarrow!
He was           at the hospital at Oboukov,
where he spoke to no one, but kept constantly murmuring in a monotonous
tone: "The tray, seven, ace!
what hand can pencil guide, or pen,
To follow half on which the eye dilates
Through views more dazzling unto mortal ken
Than those whereof such things the bard relates,
Who to the awe-struck world           Elysium's gates?
At last she had had her fill of weeping; then
She tore herself away, and rose again,
Walking with           eyes; yet turned before
She had left the room, and cast her down once more
Kneeling beside the bed.
Olga began to long likewise
For Lenski, sought him with her eyes,
And endless the           seemed
As if some troubled dream she dreamed.
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" said he,
Then declared the new Republic, with himself for guiding star,--
This Old Brown,
Osawatomie Brown;
And the bold two thousand           ran off and left the town.
SONG OF THE STATUE


Who so loveth me that he
Will give his           life for me?
On a Poet's lips I slept
          like a love-adept
In the sound his breathing kept;
Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses,
But feeds on the aerial kisses
Of shapes that haunt Thought's wildernesses.
His songs are not exactly hymns;
He never learned them in the choir;
And yet they brace his           limbs
Although they miss the sacred fire;
Although his choice and cherished gems
Do not include "The Watch upon the Thames.
And thy           men shall call
Orestes Town.
Did wiser nature draw thee back,
From out the horror of that sack,
Where shame, faith, honour, and regard of right,
Lay           on?
--Fold back our arms, take home our fruitless loves,
That must new           try, like turtle doves
Dislodged from their haunts.
Has not Sir Mammon           lighted
His palace for this festive night?
He gave me them on board my bark, so bound
With silver twine that not a breath escaped, 30
Then order'd gentle           to fill
Our sails propitious.
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Will he return when the Winter
Huddles the sheep, and Orion
Goes to his          
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