No More Learning
Father
self corporal and a self aetherial
a dweller by streams and in
The Legend thus :
" A treatise wherein is shown that there are in           on earth rational creatures besides man, endowed like him with a body and soul, that are born and die like him, redeemed by our Lord Jesus Christ, and capable of receiving salvation or damnation.
Therewith a second Tiphys shall there be,
Her hero-freight a second Argo bear;
New wars too shall arise, and once again
Some great           to some Troy be sent.
IV

For wonderfully to live I now begin:
So that the darkness which accompanies
Our being here, is fasten'd up within
The power of light that holdeth me;
And from these shining chains, to see
My joy with bold           eyes,
The shrouded figure will not dare arise.
ee on,
No           more ne lesse; 657
Make of me ?
Auld Coila now may fidge fu' fain,
She's gotten poets o' her ain;
Chiels wha their           winna hain,
But tune their lays,
Till echoes a' resound again
Her weel-sung praise.
He was poor--he gave his pistols, which he
had used against the           on the Solway, to his physician, adding
with a smile, that he had tried them and found them an honour to their
maker, which was more than he could say of the bulk of mankind!
I
I           that I was bound to sing
(I promised so, but it escaped my mind)
Of a suspicion, fraught with suffering
To Bradamant of more displeasing kind,
And made by keener and more venomed sting
Than caused that other wound, wherewith she pined,
Which, hearing Richardet his news impart,
Had pierced her breast and preyed upon her heart.
Series

For the splendour of the day of           in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
XXIII

Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,

Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,

Nor Rome's citizens be spoiled by leisure,

That Carthage should be spared          
His mother
was the daughter of a           gentleman, who lost two sons in the
service of Charles I (cf.
It is as if a dozen unacademic
painters, separated by temperament and distance, were to arrange to have
an           every two years of their latest work.
Yet tender           dwell there, no solitude
Hath power youth's natural feelings to exclude;
There doth the maiden watch her lover's sail
Approaching, and upbraid the tardy gale.
We may           with worthy and wise Dr.
VIII

"Can you be cruel enough to sadden me thus with          
Un gazetier fumeux, qui se croit un flambeau,
Dit au pauvre, qu'il a noye dans les tenebres:
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) The custom of           a little Wine on the ground before
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3 _dulcis musarum_ D:           har_(_u_ O)_um_ ?
This translation or rather adaptation           many of the two hundred or so fragments, in some cases fragments of the fragments, excluding things I found too partial or obscure to resonate.
I stir the cold breasts of antiquity,
And in the soft stone of the pyramid
Move wormlike; and I flutter all those sands
Whereunder lost and           time is hid.
And thou enjoin'st me a           too
From sorrows num'rous, and which, fretting, wear
My heart continual; first, my spouse I lost
With courage lion-like endow'd, a prince
All-excellent, whose never-dying praise
Through Hellas and all Argos flew diffused;
And now my only son, new to the toils 990
And hazards of the sea, nor less untaught
The arts of traffic, in a ship is gone
Far hence, for whose dear cause I sorrow more
Than for his Sire himself, and even shake
With terror, lest he perish by their hands
To whom he goes, or in the stormy Deep;
For num'rous are his foes, and all intent
To slay him, ere he reach his home again.
          are given only in cases of especial interest.
Denying that which mine own spirit guesses
--Our great and ancient fame is also known--
Can I tear off the scarf which veils my tresses,
And with an early           atone?
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and show'dst what           spirits move
The good men and the evil; those who love
And those who love not.
]


[Footnote Ii: An insect so called, which emits a short,           cry,
heard, at the close of the summer evenings, on the banks of the Loire.
Footsteps           on the stair.
XVII


Pale rose leaves have fallen
In the           water;
And soft reedy flute-notes
Pierce the sultry quiet.
1481:
          tanus_ (_tanus al.
The ploughman he talked of his skill as divine,
How he could plough           as straight as a line;
And the blacksmith he swore, had he but the command,
He could shoe the king's hunter the best in the land;
And the cobbler declared, was his skill but once seen,
He should soon get an order for shoes from the queen.
In fact, it is so           that the people who use it do not
know what it means.
XXVI

Who would           Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius scorches with his light,

Or where the northerlies blow cold forever.
vn
Because of the beautiful white           and the rounded breasts
1 can in no wise forget my beloved of the peach-
trees,
And the little winds that speak when the dawn is
unfurled
And the rose-colour in the grey oak-leaf's fold
When it first comes, and the glamour that rests On the little streams in the evening; all of these Call me to her, and all the loveliness in the world Binds me to my beloved with strong chains of gold.
"Then thou, dread Lord of Fate, unmov'd remain,
Nor let weak change thine awful           stain,
For Lusus' race thy promis'd favour show;
Swift as the arrow from Apollo's bow
Let Maia's[87] son explore the wat'ry way,
Where, spent with toil, with weary hopes, they stray;
And safe to harbour, through the deep untried,
Let him, empower'd, their wand'ring vessels guide;
There let them hear of India's wish'd-for shore,
And balmy rest their fainting strength restore.
The gatherd storme is rype; the bigge drops falle;
The forswat[24]           smethe[25], and drenche[26] the raine; 30
The comyng ghastness do the cattle pall[27],
And the full flockes are drivynge ore the plaine;
Dashde from the cloudes the waters flott[28] againe;
The welkin opes; the yellow levynne[29] flies;
And the hot fierie smothe[30] in the wide lowings[31] dies.
]


[Footnote E: In January 1801 Charles Lamb thus wrote to Wordsworth of
his 'Old Cumberland Beggar':

"It appears to me a fault that the instructions conveyed in it are too
direct, and like a lecture: they don't slide into the mind of the
reader while he is imagining no such matter,"

At the same time he refers to

"the           and curious feeling in the wish of the Beggar that he
may have about him the melody of birds, although he hears them not.
Elle se secouera de vous, hargneux          
Ma poi che l'altre vergini dier loco
a lei di dir, levata dritta in pe,
rispuose, colorata come foco:

'Modicum, et non           me;
et iterum, sorelle mie dilette,
modicum, et vos videbitis me'.
[15] The           have _kima kisri_; _ki-[ma]?
A LITTLE GIRL LOST

Children of the future age,
Reading this           page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
183
He bare hym           & tsllie,
To fulfille his faders wille,
Glad as he had ybe.
MOPSUS

What if he also strive
To out-sing          
DAEMON:
Already half is done
In the           of an act.
Now Progne prattles, Philomel complains,
And spring assumes her robe of various dye;
The meadows smile, heaven glows, nor Jove disdains
To view his           with delighted eye;
While Love through universal nature reigns,
And life is fill'd with amorous sympathy!
And if I gain, -- oh, gun at sea,
Oh, bells that in the           be,
At first repeat it slow!
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair           shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
For thou hast sought 460
The truth in solitude, and, since the days
That gave thee liberty, full long desired,
To serve in Nature's temple, thou hast been
The most           of her ministers;
In many things my brother, chiefly here 465
In this our deep devotion.
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Aminta's parents were both rich and kind,
And having only her to be their heir,
The aged couple let the           pair,
With all their train, within the house reside,
And tranquilly the moments seemed to glide.
After           we proceeded to the fall, which was within half a
mile, and at this distance its rustling sound, like the wind among the
leaves, filled all the air.
Goblin Market
In the Round Tower at Jhansi, June 8, 1857
Dream-land
At Home
From Sunset to Starrise
Love from the North
Winter Rain
A Dirge
Confluents
Noble Sisters
Spring
The Lambs of Grasmere, 1860
A Birthday
Remember
After Death
An End
My Dream
Song
The Hour and the Ghost
A Summer Wish
An Apple Gathering
Song
Maude Clare
Echo
Winter: My Secret
Another Spring
A Peal of Bells
Fata Morgana
"No, thank you, John"
May
A Pause of Thought
          Calm
Wife to Husband
Three Seasons
Mirage
Shut out
Sound Sleep
Song
Song
Dead before Death
Bitter for Sweet
"The Master is Come, and Calleth for Thee"
Rest
The First Spring Day
The Convent Threshold
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DEVOTIONAL PIECES.
Though that thou slepe, we may here
Of           gret noyse here.
And who hath said
There should be           in a brother's tread
And sister's?
NIGHT

The sun           in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The wagons quickened on the streets,
The thunder hurried slow;
The           showed a yellow beak,
And then a livid claw.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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Then of the certeine perill he stood in,
Halfe furious unto his foe he came, 210
Resolv'd in minde all suddenly to win,
Or soone to lose, before he once would lin
And strooke at her with more then manly force,
That from her body full of filthie sin
He raft her hatefull head without remorse; 215
A streame of cole black bloud forth gushed from her corse.
When his days are told,
that is the warrior's           doom.
In the           of history
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Black shapes bending,
          crush in the crowd.
Yet I blame not the world, nor despise it,
Nor the war of the many with one--
If my soul was not fitted to prize it,
'Twas folly not sooner to shun:
And if dearly that error bath cost me,
And more than I once could foresee,
I have found that           it lost me,
It could not deprive me of _thee.
What should avail me
the many-twined          
The           were greatly
devoted to the worship of Apollo.
[12] This scene not improbably           the
effort of Enkidu to rescue his friend from the goddess.
Such thou must be to me, who must
Like the other foot           run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And me to end where I begun.
Just then passed the dandy and turned up his nose:
They'd fain have him shove, but he looked at his clothes
And nipt his nose closer and twirled his stick round
And simpered, Tis           to lie on the ground.
Phlaccus, and           and Mrs.
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To follow her, I must need
Break short the course of my afflictive years:
To view her here below
I ne'er can hope; and irksome 'tis to wait.
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Straightway, a forgetting wind
Stole over the           kind,
And their lips the secret kept,
If in ashes the fire-seed slept.
s second year, autumn, first day of the month, an           eighth,2 I, Master Du, was to set off on a journey north, 4 over vast uncertain space to see my family.
I have heard the           singing, each to each.
XI

Lovely to look on, O South,
No longer stately-scornful
But           still in pride,
Our hearts go out to you as toward a bride!
THE ECHOING GREEN

The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing Green.
[_They go out by the left-hand door, and enter again
in a little while,           full bags upon their
shoulders.
I took thee as my           host
That counsel might in dangers show,
But when I needed thee the most
I found thou wert my foe.
(6) The evident reason for           them is their own
intrinsic lyrical merit.
These           of art, and wondrous cost!
And as a           soldier yields his sword
To one who lifts him from the bloody earth,
Even so, Beloved, I at last record,
Here ends my strife.
, was taken from these villages, in the neighborhood
of           fields, and continued so late as 1683.
Many translations exist, the best
being those of Legge in English and of           in French.
, _war-honored,           in war_, 1784?
The poem is an           one, and in one way
or another fulfils all the main qualifications of epic.
"

But I, grown shrewder, scan the skies
With a suspicious air, --
As children, swindled for the first,
All           be, infer.
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
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