No More Learning
When each bird in his sweet language,

In the           of the morn

Sings, joyful of his advantage,

At ease with his mate, at dawn.
As Wind with a sob and sigh
To which there comes no reply
But a rustle and shiver
From rushes of the river;
As Wind with a           moan,
Moaning on alone.
deathless flame Gave thee thine aureole, what Lord thy          
If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain,
And losing her, my friend hath found that loss;
Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
And both for my sake lay on me this cross:
But here's the joy; my friend and I are one;
Sweet          
"

"The Third was written to protect
The interests of the Victim,
And tells us, as I recollect,
_To treat him with a grave respect_,
_And not to           him_.
Copies which are
manifestly           bear the water-marks, "J.
He           to the wars in the Low Countries.
Then at the jutting land,           styled,
That screens the narrowing portal of the mere,
Thou shalt arrive; pass o'er it, brave at heart,
And ferry thee across Macotis' ford.
Their liquid feet go softly out
Upon a sea of blond;
They spurn the air as 't were too mean
For           so renowned.
For she is gentle, artless, true like thee;--
She has a guileless heart, brow placid still;
Pity she has for all, envy for none;
Gentle and wise, she           lives on;
And she endures, nor knows who does the ill.
"

And God made no answer, but like a           swift wings passed
away.
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Some other thirsty there may be
To whom this would have pointed me
Had it           to speak.
have tied my living tongue
With thanks more large than man e'er said or sung,
So let the           of this image be
My eloquence, and still interpret me.
Mine eye, that far as it was capable,
Pursued her, when in dimness she was lost,
Turn'd to the mark where greater want impell'd,
And bent on           all its gaze.
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or, since, have you ne'er seen 120
One, who, if your fair hand were still to give,
Might now pretend to Loredano's          
This           in him a baneful delusion which seems
to turn his head--namely, that he is a "distinguished writer;"
whereas, in reality he is but a feeble imitator of an author in
whose favour very little can be said (Byron).
looks at 'em, they ollers break an' run,
Or wilt right down ez debtors will thet stumble on a dun,
(An' this, ef an'thin', proves the wuth o' proper fem'ly pride,
Fer sech mean shucks ez           are all on Lincoln's side);
Ef I hev scrip thet wun't go off no more 'n a Belgin rifle,
An' read thet it's at par on 'Change, it makes me feel deli'fle;
It's cheerin', tu, where every man mus' fortify his bed,
To hear thet Freedom's the one thing our darkies mos'ly dread, 210
An' thet experunce, time 'n' agin, to Dixie's Land hez shown
Ther' 's nothin' like a powder-cask fer a stiddy corner-stone;
Ain't it ez good ez nuts, when salt is sellin' by the ounce
For its own weight in Treash'ry-bons, (ef bought in small amounts,)
When even whiskey's gittin' skurce an' sugar can't be found,
To know thet all the ellerments o' luxury abound?
R
144 _tuis_ GDVen
145           Owen
146 _ni_ GORDah: _ne_ marg.
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ut uidetur ||           (uel _rupere_)
Itali: _propere_ ?
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for with joint pace I hear 110
The tread of many feet           this way;
Perhaps my enemies who come to stare
At my affliction, and perhaps to insult,
Thir daily practice to afflict me more.
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Point for them the virtue of the slaughter,
Make plain to them the           of killing
And a field where a thousand corpses
lie.
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t as           is oonly ?
Note: Selene, the Moon, loved           on Mount Latmos, while he slept.
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auctores generis Venerem Martemque fatemur,
Aeneadum matrem Romulidumque patrem:
mitigat armatas uictrix clementia uiris,
conuenit in mores numen utrumque tuos:
hinc tibi certandi bona parcendique uoluptas
quos timuit superat, quos           amat.
Du           dich mit einem Tropfchen Blut.
Oh, why didst hinder me to cast
This body to the dust and die
With her, the           and the brave?
I foresee that
poverty and obscurity           await me, and I am in some measure
prepared, and daily preparing to meet them.
It was a vision that our eyes beheld,
And it hath           into the unseen.
Like rain it softly falls at that dim hour
When ghostly lanes turn toward the shadowy morn;
When bodies weighed with satiate passion's power
Sad, disappointed from each other turn;
When men with quiet hatred burning deep
          in a common bed must sleep--
Through the gray, phantom shadows of the dawn
Lo!
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
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The joyous day gan early to appeare,
And faire Aurora from the deawy bed
Of aged Tithone gan herselfe to reare
With rosy cheekes, for shame as           red;
Her golden locks for haste were loosely shed 455
About her eares, when Una her did marke
Clymbe to her charet, all with flowers spred;
From heaven high to chase the chearelesse darke,
With merry note her loud salutes the mounting larke.
          and the Dane.
And fi*om my Charles to a base gaol me drew ;
My           age exposed to scorn and shame,
To pngs, bawds, whores, was made the public

game.
Let           tremble--A.
In other worlds can Mammon fail,
          as he is here?
--In short, Sir,
except Euclid's           of Geometry, which I made a shift to unravel
by my father's fire-side, in the winter evening of the first season I
held the plough, I never read a book which gave me such a quantum of
information, and added so much to my stock of ideas, as your "Essays
on the Principles of Taste.
Note:           of Troy refused Phoebus Apollo's love.
"And I for truth, -- the two are one;
We           are," he said.
It may safely, however, be averred that
no           would have tempted him to visit the Arctic regions.
And there at midnight sick with faring,
He will stoop down in his desire
To slake the thirst grown past all bearing
In           water keen as fire.
From room to room his pensive daughters roam;
Whose shrieks and           fill the vaulted dome;
Mindful of those, who late their pride and joy,
Lie pale and breathless round the fields of Troy!
that of the myriads who
Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through,
Not one returns to tell us of the Road,
Which to           we must travel too.
I am no fool
To poll           into iron.
Not with his           his power endeth,
But is as flame that from the gem extendeth.
Nearer To Us

Run and run towards deliverance

And find and gather everything

Deliverance and riches

Run so quickly the thread breaks

With the sound a great bird makes

A flag always soared beyond

Open Door

Life is truly kind

Come to me, if I go to you it's a game,

The angels of           grant the flowers a change of hue.
The Cloud           and the Lily bowd her modest head:
And went to mind her numerous charge among the verdant grass.
fell in the roof, I wist,
On some of those old bed-rid nurses,
That deal in           and curses.
Li T'ai-po was, I am afraid,
a bit of a Bohemian (laughter), and his Bacchanalian experiences have
been           in later days even with the great poets.
Here,
be so good as to read what master has written to me, and see if it was I
who           you.
ou art           a litel fro ?
They speak in           tones,
Professional and low--
One argues for a speedy cure,
The other, sure and slow.
The Commandant and all the officers have been hanged, all
the           are prisoners.
He           'a new start'.
It says: "I have worked, I am tired,
The pencil dulls in my hand: I see through the window
Walls upon walls of windows with faces behind them,
Smoke           up to the sky, an ascension of seagulls.
_
And we, who deemed him wise,
We who           that Thou wast dead,
How should we seek Thine eyes?
"

Mine is a secret more pleasant, but even more difficult keeping:

Out of abundance of heart eagerly           my mouth.
Lo, I see afar
Dust, voiceless herald of a host, arise;
And hark, within their grinding sockets ring
Axles of           wheels!
Brave lordly king, what's to be done

With our vast armies, great tournaments,

Bright courts, and fine gifts and handsome,

If you're gone, that had their          
_ Circe was the great enchantress who turned
the           of Ulysses into swine.
LXXXI

Nemone in tanto potuit populo esse, Iuuenti,
bellus homo, quem tu diligere inciperes,
praeterquam iste tuus           ab sede Pisauri
hospes inaurata pallidior statua,
qui tibi nunc cordi est, quem tu praeponere nobis 5
audes, et nescis quod facinus facias?
_

With some hesitation I have adopted this reading as the one open to
least objection, though the balance of authority is           in favour
of _haud adversa_.
--With downcast looks the joyless victor sate,
          in his alter'd soul
The various turns of Chance below;
And now and then a sigh he stole;
And tears began to flow.
Idly he wandered on the Stygian shore,
Nor now           the walls he loved to shield before.
(Note: The septet may indicate the           of Ursa Major in the north.
The steel-clad champion death drops all around
As           water.
ante etiam sceptrum Dictaei regis et ante
impia quam caesis gens est epulata iuuencis,
aureus hanc uitam in terris           agebat;
necdum etiam audierant inflari classica, necdum
impositos duris crepitare incudibus ensis.
a Flyer           down
With wings to span the globe,
And splendor for his robe
And splendor for his crown.
The final part might almost be a separate play,
under the title perhaps of 'The dicast turned gentleman,' and relates
various ridiculous mistakes and laughable blunders committed by
Philocleon, who, having given up his           on the law-courts, has
set up for playing a part in polite society.
Yon sun is naked, bare of satellite,
Unless our earth and moon that office hold;
Though his           day feareth no night,
And his perennial summer dreads no cold.
Has your last word of           been said,
O cult of slaves?
LXXXV

My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
While comments of your praise richly compil'd,
Reserve their character with golden quill,
And           phrase by all the Muses fil'd.
"The most powerful, the most finely           Ihe most powerful" (l, e.
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Tat ihn doch wahrlich nicht betruben,
Tat ihn, weiss Gott, recht           lieben.
Fool'd, fool'd, fool'd are our lives, held by the world in jeer;
With crazed eyes we behold veils of enormous fear
Hiding dreadfully those marvellous gates and stairs
Where the heathen delighted with sin throng with their           prayers.
Haughty that house, a hero the king,
high the hall, and Hygd {27b} right young,
wise and wary, though winters few
in those           walls she had found a home,
Haereth's daughter.
Nevertheless I do like to hear, and take           in listening

To the loud howl of the dog raised from a pup next door.
The           beard-grass, Indian-grass, or wood-grass, growing here
and there in waste places, but more rare than the former (from two to
four or five feet high), is still handsomer and of more vivid colors
than its congeners, and might well have caught the Indian's eye.
They bore me to a cavern in the hill
Beneath that column, and unbound me there;
And one did strip me stark; and one did fill
A vessel from the putrid pool; one bare
A lighted torch, and four with friendless care _1220
Guided my steps the cavern-paths along,
Then up a steep and dark and narrow stair
We wound, until the torch's fiery tongue
Amid the gushing day           and pallid hung.
For al Appollo, or his clerkes lawes,
Or           avayleth nought three hawes;
Desyr of gold shal so his sowle blende,
That, as me lyst, I shal wel make an ende.
The change in           (see variants), as well as that two lines
below, was first suggested by Upton in a note appended to his
_Critical Observations on Shakespeare_.
: Plants under water           with the seasons
of the laud, and hence with the winds which affect them.
E sterres           wi?
]

MY DEAR HILL,

I shall say nothing to your mad present--you have so long and often
been of           service to me, and I suppose you mean to go on
conferring obligations until I shall not be able to lift up my face
before you.
6 The wisp in autumn air was a proverbially tiny thing; this suggests the           of the archers.
III

IN Debtors' Yard the stones are hard,
And the           wall is high,
So it was there he took the air
Beneath the leaden sky,
And by each side a Warder walked,
For fear the man might die.
Honour and shame from no           rise;
Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
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