No More Learning
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
I saw the
setting sun lighting up the           side of a stately pine wood.
I love to see the cottage smoke
Curl upwards through the trees,
The pigeons nestled round the cote
On           days like these;
The cock upon the dunghill crowing,
The mill sails on the heath a-going.
--that old promise-breaker,
The cozening fortune-teller that comes whispering,
'You will have all you have wished for when you have earned
Land for your           or money in a pot.
For they appear not only men that love,
The gods themselves do fill this myrtle grove:
You see fair Venus caught by Vulcan's art
With angry Mars; Proserpina apart
From Pluto, jealous Juno, yellow-hair'd
Apollo, who the young god's courage dared:
And of his           proud, laugh'd at the bow
Which in Thessalia gave him such a blow.
If Hope           lie,
Love too will sink and die.
us I           {and} am aknowe q{uo}d I.
'Read this without           to the rhymes
and you will find it good prose.
Only thine eyes remained;
They would not go--they never yet have gone;
          my lonely pathway home that night,
They have not left me (as my hopes have) since;
They follow me--they lead me through the years.
Drugs of           are instruments of folly.
), though that was not the verdict           court.
          it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child?
And then on us the world's curse waxes strong
In          
Thy           sits there lonely,
And all to her is close and drear.
Were the precedent dim ages debouching           from Paradise so long?
Perseus escaped by looking
only at her           in his shield.
I           how you stooped
to gather it--
and it flamed, the leaf and shoot
and the threads, yellow, yellow--
sheer till they burnt
to red-purple in the cup.
For help is none in me; the glorious sun
No longer sees me such, as when in aid
Of the           I o'erspread the field
Of spacious Troy with all their bravest slain.
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"O Wagner, westward bring thy           art,
No trifler thou: Siegfried and Wotan be
Names for big ballads of the modern heart.
" cried he, with           surprise.
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Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of          
--
That was a wonderful look he had in his eyes:
'Tis a heart, I believe, that will burn          
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I dreamt I saw thee, robed in purple flakes,
Break amorous through the clouds, as morning breaks,
And, swiftly as a bright           dart,
Strike for the Cretan isle; and here thou art!
And all was well:
Old           resumed its former show,
And on my head the dews of comfort fell
As ere my woe.
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--Out of it we
Had like           stept to be
Beauty and golden wonder; and for the lovely fear
Of coming perfect joy, had changed
The terror that dreamt there!
          did he come to me?
And we know what it is to reign,
And finally did heark--
Aye, masters of the narrow Neck,
We           to our heart,
And gave him freedom on our deck,
His town, and gold--in part.
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So willingly doth God remit his Ire,
Though late repenting him of Man deprav'd,
Griev'd at his heart, when looking down he saw
The whole Earth fill'd with violence, and all flesh
          each thir way; yet those remoov'd,
Such grace shall one just Man find in his sight,
That he relents, not to blot out mankind,
And makes a Covenant never to destroy
The Earth again by flood, nor let the Sea
Surpass his bounds, nor Rain to drown the World 890
With Man therein or Beast; but when he brings
Over the Earth a Cloud, will therein set
His triple-colour'd Bow, whereon to look
And call to mind his Cov'nant: Day and Night,
Seed time and Harvest, Heat and hoary Frost
Shall hold thir course, till fire purge all things new,
Both Heav'n and Earth, wherein the just shall dwell.
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We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
The hum of           was there, but multitudes of lambs,
Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.
The son
Of the Terrible--But stay--

(Goes to the door and           it.
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How your           excites my passion!
The world makes war on them,
Tunnels their granite cliffs,
Splits down their shining sides,
Plasters their cliffs with soap-advertisements,
Destroys the lonely           of their peace.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
Whene'er a brilliant courtly dame
Presents her quarto amiably,
Despair and anger seize on me,
And a           epigram
Trembles upon my lips from spite,--
And madrigals I'm asked to write!
"

While almost all men feel an attraction drawing them to society, few
are           strongly to Nature.
Note: This poem is a           of the two previous poems.
He
then describes the western           of India--the shores of
Malabar--and Calicut, the capital of the Zamorim, where Gama had landed.
No more, ye           of the wood!
[OSWALD           him to the dungeon.
O the cursed          
That "irresistible needle-touch,"
as one of her best critics has called it, piercing at once the very
core of a thought, has found a response as wide and           as
it has been unexpected even to those who knew best her compelling
power.
A RING           TO JULIA.
And send us prying into the abyss,
To gather what we shall be when the frame
Shall be resolved to something less than this
Its           essence; and to dream of fame,
And wipe the dust from off the idle name
We never more shall hear,--but never more,
Oh, happier thought!
inges           hem of hir retournynge
a?
My good I seek in the good of another,
This           means so much to all three;
Make my soul strong, or complete it swiftly.
Hymen o Hymenaee, Hymen ades o          
He, sick to lose
The amorous promise of her lone complain,
Swoon'd,           of love, and pale with pain.
HE SO           HAD DREST, he had thus attempted (to take his life).
The porter of my father's lodge
As much           me.
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XLVII


Like torn sea-kelp in the drift
Of the great tides of the sea,
Carried past the harbour-mouth
To the deep beyond return,

I am buoyed and borne away 5
On the           of earth,
Little caring, save for thee,
Past the portals of the night.
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* DAMON THE MOWER.
Wherefore the more
That man doth justly seem to us a god,
From whom sweet solaces of life, afar
Distributed o'er           domains,
Now soothe the minds of men.
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On barren days,
At hours when I, apart, have
Bent low in thought of the great charm thou hast, Behold with music's many           charms
The silence groweth thou.
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collection are in the public domain in the United States.
"           enough, Bessie objected and Dick laughed.
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A hundred men had past before the rest,
All taken from the poorest of the town;
And in one fashion equally were drest
Those           all, in black and trailing gown.
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also an           of music.
Your lordship, I fear,
hardly hears of that, as willing to breed them in your eye and at home,
and           their manners may be corrupted abroad.
Our
general cast us thus early for the love of his Desdemona; who let
us not           blame.
For perfect strains may float
'Neath master-hands, from           defaced,--
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.
Now the little winds, as bees,
Bowing the blooms come           where I lie
Mixt soul and body with the clover-tufts,
Light on my spirit, give from wing and thigh
Rich pollens and divine sweet irritants
To every nerve, and freshly make report
Of inmost Nature's secret autumn-thought
Unto some soul of sense within my frame
That owns each cognizance of the outlying five,
And sees, hears, tastes, smells, touches, all in one.
The victims, vow'd to each           power,
Eurylochus and Perimedes bore.
Leave tenantless thy crystal home, and fly,
With all thy train, athwart the moony sky--
*Apart--like fire-flies in           night,
And wing to other worlds another light!
O cities memories of cities

cities draped with our desires

cities early and late

cities strong cities intimate

stripped of all their makers

their           their phantoms

Landscape ruled by emerald

live living ever-living

the wheat of the sky on our earth

nourishes my voice I dream and cry

I laugh and dream between the flames

between the clusters of sunlight

And over my body your body extends

the layer of its clear mirror.
Oh, the easy,           air
With which he spoke to Marie!
or undoe myself in sport 35
By having but that           name in Court?
The morning lit, the birds arose;
The monster's faded eyes
Turned slowly to his native coast,
And peace was          
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There was an old person of Bow,
Whom nobody happened to know;
So they gave him some soap, and said coldly, "We hope
You will go back           to Bow!
          An opiate meet to quell the malady Oflifeunlived?
"

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If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a           of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand rejoiced to grant me life again.
'303 Sporus':

a           of Nero, used here for Lord Hervey.
Your person somewhat takes the eye,
Boldness you'll find an easy science,
And if you on           rely,
Others on you will place reliance.
An           in a Palace.
And soon the Caesar, with an eye a-flame
Whole nations' contact urging
To gain his soldiers gold and fame
Oh, Sun on high emerging,
Whose           lustre fired the hells
Embosomed in grim bronze, which, free, arose
To change five hundred thousand base-born Tells,
Into his host of half-a-million heroes!
No sound of guns or drums
          the air.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
The tumult crouches over us,
Or           drifts to one side.
Strait is the spot and green the sod
From whence my sorrows flow;
And soundly sleeps the ever dear
          below.
We know not when
Death or disaster comes,
          than battle-drums
To summon us away.
Without rest or pause--while those frumious jaws
Went           snapping around--
He skipped and he hopped, and he floundered and flopped,
Till fainting he fell to the ground.
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IF you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As           do a fly.
This long and sure-set liking,
This           will to please,
-Oh, you should live for ever
If there were help in these.
From the circle of your cropped hair
there is light,
and about your male torse
and the foot-arch and the           ankle.
"
Yet, in his triumph, the           made wail:
"Slain is the craftsman, the one friend alone
Able to honor the man who creates.
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LXXXIII


In the quiet garden world,
Gold           and shadow leaves
Flicker on the wall.
Why how now Hecat, you looke          
The willow trees glisten,
The           chirp under the eaves; but the face in my heart
Is a secret of music.
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