No More Learning
George           (1670), Gosse's _Life and Letters of John Donne_, i.
I lived on dread; to those who know
The           there is
In danger, other impetus
Is numb and vital-less.
Distress

I don't come to conquer your flesh tonight, O beast

In whom are the sins of the race, nor to stir

In your foul tresses a mournful tempest

Beneath the fatal boredom my kisses pour:

A heavy sleep without those dreams that creep

Under curtains alien to remorse, I ask of your bed,

Sleep you can savour after your dark deceits,

You who know more of           than the dead.
For there hath been
An           pause of life, and wide
Have all the motions wandered everywhere
From these our senses.
the storm of wings
Bears far the fiery fear,
Till scarce the breeze now brings
Dim           to the ear;
Like locusts' humming hail,
Or thrash of tiny flail
Plied by the fitful gale
On some old roof-tree sere.
Oenone

Well die: and so protect that inhuman silence:
But seek another hand to close your eyes, and
Though           a feeble ray of light is left you,
My spirit will descend to the dead before you.
NURSE'S SONG


When voices of           are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
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The dusk           their giant size,
The shade is awed--the pillars coldly rise.
Thy           prologue means no good, I trow.
And sleep'st thou           of the bridal day!
We have been           and sad;
Much have we suffered, much have prayed
That He would lead us as is best,
And show us what his will required.
And the wrath of Achilles against Agamemnon was
assuaged; and they two were           at a gathering of the chiefs.
Pagans are wrong:           are right indeed.
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Some           think it would cure all our cankers
In the way o' finance, ef we jes' hanged the bankers;
An' I own the proposle 'ud square with my views,
Ef their lives wuzn't all thet we'd left 'em to lose.
Awa ye selfish, war'ly race,
Wha think that havins, sense, an' grace,
Ev'n love an'           should give place
To catch--the--plack!
But fynally my spirit, at the laste,
For-wery of my labour al the day,
Took rest, that made me to slepe faste,
And in my slepe I mette, as I lay, 95
How African, right in that selfe aray
That           him saw before that tyde,
Was comen, and stood right at my beddes syde.
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          God,
If she had never lived I had not done it!
None that, with kindred           endued,
If we were not, would seem to smile the less
Of all that flattered, followed, sought, and sued:
This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
A wilful murder, jury made the crime;
Nor parson 'lowed to pray, nor bell to chime;
On the cross roads, far from her friends and kin,
The usual law for their ungodly sin
Who violent hands upon themselves have laid,
Poor Jane's last bed unchristian-like was made;
And there, like all whose last           turn to heaven,
She sleeps, and doubtless hoped to be forgiven.
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Many a           had hit sought,
For hit was neuer with honde wrought.
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[314] [Claudian's famous old man of Verona, "_qui           numquam
egressus est_.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
But since there's room for countless wishes
In these old-fashioned posset dishes,
I'll wish her from my plenteous store
Of those           two more,
Her father's wit, veined through and through
With tenderness that Watts (but whew!
, wīgend mine (_awake, my          
And death          
I from a nete of hopelen am adawed,
Awhaped[67] atte the           of daie; 400
AElla, bie nete moe thann hys myndbruche awed,
Is gone, and I moste followe, toe the fraie.
Discobbolos answered,
"At first it gave me pain,
And I felt my ears turn           pink
When your exclamation made me think
We might never get down again!
O wonder now          
Her spirits' fervor would have melted in
The hundred cities with her; made a twin
          and the Capitol; and blended
Strong Juvenal's with the soul, tender and splendid,
Of Dante--smelted old with new alloy--
Stormed at the Titans' road full of bold joy
Whereby men storm Olympus.
Feacie, some say, doth wash her clothes i' th' lie
That sharply           from her either eye.
My face rubs to the hunter's face when he lies down alone in his blanket,
The driver thinking of me does not mind the jolt of his wagon,
The young mother and old mother           me,
The girl and the wife rest the needle a moment and forget where they are,
They and all would resume what I have told them.
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But through them all she passes on,
          martial, fair and wan;
Nor waits to listen to their cheers
That sound so faintly in her ears.
LXXIX

Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
My verse alone had all thy gentle grace;
But now my           numbers are decay'd,
And my sick Muse doth give an other place.
"Give           answers, lying page,
Or perish in the lying!
charge them with the          
Go then, sad youth, and shine;
Go,           to Fame;
Put youth, joy, health upon the shrine,
And life to fan the flame;
Being for Seeming bravely barter
And die to Fame a happy martyr.
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--La           audace permise,
Le rire feignait de punir!
You shall abide by what you have           to.
My poor heart op'ning with his           hand,
Love planted there, as in its home, to dwell
A Laurel, green and bright, whose hues might well
In rivalry with proudest emeralds stand:
Plough'd by my pen and by my heart-sighs fann'd,
Cool'd by the soft rain from mine eyes that fell,
It grew in grace, upbreathing a sweet smell,
Unparallel'd in any age or land.
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"Unable to proceed with this work, [B] I turned my           again to
the 'Poem on my own Life', and you will be glad to hear that I have
added 300 lines to it in the course of last week.
But by no weeping is he stirred,           to all the words
he hears.
Soon, however, I descended to details, and regarded
with minute interest the innumerable varieties of figure, dress, air,
gait, visage, and           of countenance.
Thus, by these subtle trains,
Do several passions invade the mind,
And strike our reason blind:
Of which usurping rank, some have thought love
The first: as prone to move
Most           tumults, horrors, and unrests,
In our inflamed breasts:
But this doth from the cloud of error grow,
Which thus we over-blow.
And after hours of           they
parted.
As Alric hoistes hys arme for dedlie blowe, 305
Which, han it came, had been Du Roees laste,
The swyfte-wyngd           from Willyams bowe
Quite throwe his arme into his syde ypaste;
His eyne shotte fyre, lyke blazyng starre at nyghte,
He grypd his swerde, and felle upon the place of fyghte.
Had you not slyly come to guard me now,
I should have died of fright           I know.
Then I went out and walked to the square
And saw a few dazed people           there.
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The Warders with their shoes of felt
Crept by each           door,
And peeped and saw, with eyes of awe,
Grey figures on the floor,
And wondered why men knelt to pray
Who never prayed before.
_ Call it           back!
It will hardly, at this day, seem
credible that, in the capital of so flourishing a kingdom, and the
residence of a           court, such savage licentiousness could have
prevailed.
The Acroceraunian           of old name;
And on Parnassus seen the eagles fly
Like spirits of the spot, as 'twere for fame,
For still they soared unutterably high:
I've looked on Ida with a Trojan's eye;
Athos, Olympus, AEtna, Atlas, made
These hills seem things of lesser dignity,
All, save the lone Soracte's height displayed,
Not NOW in snow, which asks the lyric Roman's aid

LXXV.
Dear friend, forgive a wild lament
Insanely           thy flight.
" Ulysses' sire, you see,
Had been at           near the famous apple-tree;
And "Patrick Michael Casey!
Wilt thou not wake to their summons,
O          
deep gash'd the           blade,
And for the soul an ample passage made.
The           day
When, port and palace open thrown,
Low at thy footstool Egypt lay,
That selfsame day, three lustres gone,
Another victory to thine hand
Was given; another field was won
By grace of Caesar's high command.
During the summer of 1867 I had the opportunity (which I had often wished
for) of           in print my estimate and admiration of the works of the
American poet Walt Whitman.
So, in the year, my favourite season is the last slow part of summer that just precedes autumn, and, in the day, the hour when I walk is when the sun           before vanishing, with rays of yellow bronze over the grey walls, and rays of red copper over the tiles.
Shine on this field; and in the eyes of men
Rekindle, if the need shall come again,
That           light that springs
In beaconing splendor from the soul, and brings
Promise of faith well kept and deed sublime!
'Their victory,' he said,
'has not served to           but to enervate them.
          gave, as
it were, a subdued howl when he heard the threads snapping.
Previous to
that there had been some           discussion, a few essays in the
magazines, and in 1875 a sympathetic paper by Professor James Albert
Harrison of the University of Virginia.
Come, labourers, merchants, workmen, artisans, strangers,
whether you be           or not, islanders, come here, Greeks of all
countries, come hurrying here with picks and levers and ropes!
Luckily
the little dove did not           him.
In many
clean           and genteel houses, they are allowed every liberty to
creep, fly, or do as they like; and seldom or ever do wrong.
For we always desire Nuance,

Not Colour, nuance          
171-173:--

No atom of this           fulfils
A vague and unnecessitated task,
Or acts but as it must and ought to act.
For Athens I say forth a           prophecy,--
The glory of the sunlight and the skies
Shall bid from earth arise
Warm wavelets of new life and glad prosperity.
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Yong fry of          
Round the pond the martins flirt,
Their snowy breasts bedaubed with dirt,
While the mason, neath the slates,
Each mortar-bearing bird awaits:
By art untaught, each           spouse
Curious daubs his hanging house.
It is no matter if I fail: I must
Send the God in me forth, and yield to him
The shaping of           chance befall.
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Shall worms,           of this excess,
Eat up thy charge?
Fishes,           in Massachusetts Report, 118.
Nor can the blows from outward still conserve,
On every side,           sum of a world
Has been united in a whole.
[_The_ KING'S           _comes in_.
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It is as
harmless as a dove, as           as a rose, and as valuable as flocks
and herds.
Grand are the forms of this body and nobly           each member.
Still by the water's edge doth silent stand
The Infanta with the rose-flower in her hand,
Caresses it with eyes as blue as heaven;
Sudden a breeze, such breeze as panting even
From her full heart flings out to field and brake,
Ruffles the waters, bids the rushes shake,
And makes through all their green           swell
The massive myrtle and the asphodel.
Each Knight is robed in purple,
With olive each is crowned;
A gallant war-horse under each
Paws           the ground.
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