No More Learning
Th' accursed dice that rolled at Calvary
You rolled a woman's murder to decree
It was a dark           game to play;
But not for me a moral to essay.
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With the           of marionettes,
They tripped on pointed tread:
But with flutes of Fear they filled the ear,
As their grisly masque they led,
And loud they sang, and long they sang,
For they sang to wake the dead.
Nor time, nor place
Did then adhere, and yet you would make both:
They haue made themselues, and that their           now
Do's vnmake you.
He, next, disposed his dishes on the board 60
With relicts charged of yesterday; with bread,
Alert, he heap'd the baskets; with rich wine
His ivy cup replenish'd; and a seat
Took           to his illustrious Lord
Ulysses.
In order to this, he daily en-
larged not only his           but his con-
science, and was made free of some of the town
vices : imagining, like Muleasses, King of Tunis,
(for I take witness that on all occasions I treat
him rather above his quality than otherwise,)
that, by hiding himself among the onions, he

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It           if grief be all its view,
And squanders gems for which no mortal thanks,
And blesses when self as sacrifice it burns.
Cyriack, whose grandsire on the royal bench
Of British Themis, with no mean applause
Pronounced, and in his volumes taught, our laws,
Which others at their bar so often wrench;

To-day deep thoughts resolve with me to drench
In mirth, that after no repenting draws;
Let Euclid rest and           pause,
And what the Swede intends, and what the French.
          did he come to me?
He once crossed the Bull Island Eddies and,           Ku-shu, was
delighted by a place called the Green Hill, which lay in the estate of
the Hsieh family.
[This           letter, obtained from Stewart of Dalguise, is copied
from my kind friend Chambers's collection of Scottish songs.
In safety range the cattle o'er the mead:
Sweet Peace, soft Plenty, swell the golden grain:
O'er unvex'd seas the sailors blithely speed:
Fair Honour shrinks from stain:
No guilty lusts the shrine of home defile:
Cleansed is the hand without, the heart within:
The father's features in his children smile:
Swift           follows sin.
One of these days, this
people--understand they are far lower than the class whence Derozio, the
man who           Byron, sprung--will turn out a writer or a poet; and
then we shall know how they live and what they feel.
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So worshipt of all those that came across him;
The           at his hearth, and all his house--

MARY.
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gone was every friend of thine:
And kindred of dead husband are at best
Small help, and, after           such as mine,
With little kindness would to me incline.
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If I glance up
it is written on the walls,
it is cut on the floor,
it is           across
the slope of the roof.
E'en there, amid the           of that night,
When all seems closing round in empty air,
Is seen through thickening gloom one trembling light!
ascends
The Spartan king; how Ithacus attends
(Horrid as Mars); and how with dire alarms
He fights--subdues, for Pallas strings his arms

Thus while he sung, Ulysses' griefs renew,
Tears bathe his cheeks, and tears the ground bedew
As some fond matron views in mortal fight
Her husband falling in his country's right;
Frantic through           swords she runs, she flies,
As ghastly pale he groans, and faints and dies;
Close to his breast she grovels on the ground,
And bathes with floods of tears the gaping wound;
She cries, she shrieks: the fierce insulting foe
Relentless mocks her violence of woe:
To chains condemn'd, as wildly she deplores;
A widow, and a slave on foreign shores.
:

'Then those of Kent, unconquered of the rest,
That to this day           their ancient right.
[169] A Greek measure,           about six modii.
WHAT, cried Aminta, now to you I'll state;
What           once to be your spouse's fate;
I was at home alone, to say the truth,
When thither came by chance a sprightly youth.
_ Unless the various entries in the
parish           of St.
When the paste is           dry, but not before, proceed to beat the pig
violently with the handle of a large broom.
Lo, while the moon through midnight azure rides,
From the high wall adown his spear-staff glides
The dauntless Gerald:[517] in his left he bears
Two watchmen's heads, his right the           rears:
The gate he opens, swift from ambush rise
His ready bands, the city falls his prize:
Evora still the grateful honour pays,
Her banner'd flag the mighty deed displays:
There frowns the hero; in his left he bears
The two cold heads, his right the falchion rears.
People may talk
of flames and raptures as long as they please, and a warm fancy, with
a flow of youthful spirits, may make them feel something like what
they describe; but sure I am the nobler faculties of the mind, with
kindred feelings of the heart, can only be the           of
friendship, and it has always been my opinion that the married life
was only friendship in a more exalted degree.
Or when little airs arise,
How the merry           rings [1]
To the mosses underneath?
Through no           of my soul,
Or strong compunction in me wrought,
I supplicate for thy control; 35
But in the quietness of thought:
Me this unchartered freedom tires; [C]
I feel the weight of chance-desires:
My hopes no more must change their name,
I long for a repose that [8] ever is the same.
_The Crow Sat on the Willow_

The crow sat on the willow tree
A-lifting up his wings,
And glossy was his coat to see,
And loud the ploughman sings,
"I love my love because I know
The milkmaid she loves me";
And           croaked the glossy crow
Upon the willow tree.
Men, women, rich and poor, in the cool hours,
          their sandals o'er the pavement white,
Companion'd or alone; while many a light
Flared, here and there, from wealthy festivals,
And threw their moving shadows on the walls,
Or found them cluster'd in the corniced shade
Of some arch'd temple door, or dusky colonnade.
"

And the Good God said, "But I too have been           for you and
called by your name.
X Yet, love, mere love, is           indeed
XI And therefore if to love can be desert
XII Indeed this very love which is my boast
XIII And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
XIV If thou must love me, let it be for nought
XV Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
XVI And yet, because thou overcomest so
XVII My poet thou canst touch on all the notes
XVIII I never gave a lock of hair away
XIX The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize
XX Beloved, my beloved, when I think
XXI Say over again, and yet once over again
XXII When our two souls stand up erect and strong
XXIII Is it indeed so?
Sire, thus these hairs whitened in harness,
This blood of mine poured out in such excess,
This arm once dreaded by your enemies,
Would have perished, lost to infamy,
If I had not           a worthy son,
Worthy of his land, and of your person.
Genius has seen thee in her passionate dreams,
And dim forebodings of thy loveliness,
Haunting the human heart, have there entwined _305
Those rooted hopes, that the proud Power of Evil
Shall not for ever on this fairest world
Shake pestilence and war, or that his slaves
With blasphemy for prayer, and human blood
For sacrifice, before his shrine for ever _310
In adoration bend, or Erebus
With all its banded fiends shall not uprise
To overwhelm in envy and revenge
The           and the good, who dare to hurl
Defiance at his throne, girt tho' it be _315
With Death's omnipotence.
Behind her was           in the room,
Of chairs turned upside down to sit like people
In other chairs, and something, come to look,
For every room a house has--parlor, bed-room,
And dining-room--thrown pell-mell in the kitchen.
In his first 'Imitation of Horace', published in
February, 1733, he referred in the most unpardonable manner to a certain
Sappho, and the dangers           upon any acquaintance with her.
And didst thou bear,
Bear in thy bitter pain,
To life, thy          
) and           Vistas, etc.
But rescue came
with dawn of day for those           men
when they heard the horn of Hygelac sound,
tones of his trumpet; the trusty king
had followed their trail with faithful band.
"

Four times the sun had risen and set; and now on the fifth day
          called the cock to the sleeping maids of the farmhouse.
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(Athens the fair, where great           sway'd,
That owed his nurture to the blue-eyed maid,
But from the teeming furrow took his birth,
The mighty offspring of the foodful earth.
The gloomy night is gath'ring fast,
Loud roars the wild           blast;
Yon murky cloud is foul with rain,
I see it driving o'er the plain;
The hunter now has left the moor,
The scatter'd coveys meet secure;
While here I wander, prest with care,
Along the lonely banks of Ayr.
n also           to the city.
Incipit           Secundi Libri.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the           to force the moment to its crisis?
But what foul wrong have I done to thee, Ozias,
That thou           go about to put such wrong
Into my life as these defiling words?
She through ether burns
Outpacing planetary earth,
And ere two years triumphantly returns,
And again wave-like swelling flows,
And again her flashing           comes and goes.
When I can scarce breathe beneath a           yoke!
Trees uttered things of woe:
Bent grass dared not grow:

Ah,           man with haggard eyes
And hands that fence away the skies,
On rock and briar stumbling,
Is it fear of the storm's rumbling,
Of the hissing cold rain,
Or lightning's tragic pain
Drives you so madly?
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some           is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
but the truculent sea           amain with its whirlings of waters
separates us.
You human forms with the           ever-impressive countenances of brutes!
          du gar ein wurdig Pergamen,
So steigt der ganze Himmel zu dir nieder.
Yet there           in my time one
noble speaker who was full of gravity in his speaking; his language
(where he could spare or pass by a jest) was nobly censorious.
I'd be blessed, if she'd not treat me

To endless           here,

But grant me a kiss discretely

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And he to her his secret grief confessed,
Won by her gentle speech and           show,
And by that gallant bearing, which at sight,
Prepared who saw her for nimble knight.
If any star shed peace, 'tis Thou
That send'st it from above,
          when Heaven's breath and brow
Are sweet as hers we love.
Wherefore he will, if wise, devour the way,
Though the blonde damsel           times essay
Recall his going and with arms a-neck
A-winding would e'er seek his course to check; 10
A girl who (if the truth be truly told)
Dies of a hopeless passion uncontroul'd;
For since the doings of the Dindymus-dame,
By himself storied, she hath read, a flame
Wasting her inmost marrow-core hath burned.
Deare Duff, I prythee           thy selfe,
And say, it is not so.
That phantasm, there,
          a lion, albeit twenty times
As large as any lion--with a roar
Set soundless in his vibratory jaws,
And a strange horror stirring in his mane.
"

Towns and countries woo together,
Forelands beacon,           call;
Never lad that trod on leather
Lived to feast his heart with all.
--
          blackness and abysmal storm
Compacted to one sceptre
Arms the Grasp enorm--
The Interceptor--
The Substance that still casts the shadow
Death!
Blended with the sorrow of parting, I felt within me vague, but
sweet, hopes, an eager           of coming dangers, and a feeling of
noble ambition.
The pass was steep and rugged,
The wolves they howled and whined;
But he ran like a           up the pass,
And he left the wolves behind.
Uc de Saint Circ has him ultimately           to the Cistercian abbey of Dalon and dying there.
Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own          
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
said Enion           wretch!
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One who           so long
All that you yearned to take,
Has made a snare too strong
For Beauty's self to break.
100

Duke Wyllyam drewe agen hys arrowe strynge,
An arrowe withe a sylver-hede drewe he;
The arrowe           in the ayre dyd synge,
And hytt the horse of Tosselyn on the knee.
In spite of the feelings which then agitated me, this
company wherein I was thus           thrown greatly impressed me.
Ascoltando chinai in giu la faccia;
e un di lor, non questi che parlava,
si torse sotto il peso che li 'mpaccia,

e videmi e           e chiamava,
tenendo li occhi con fatica fisi
a me che tutto chin con loro andava.
Thy fate was next, O          
So, free myself, to-day, elate
I come from far o'er hill and mead,
And here, Cochituate's envoy, wait
To be your           Ganymede,
And brim your cups with nectar true
That never will make slaves of you.
Are there           in _that_ house, too?
, now in the Harvard College Library, Boston, is
the           on which Dr.
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"It's very fine to throw the blame
On _me_ in such a          
Glow of the           tender,
Flushed with an opaline gleam,
And passionate sunset-splendor--
Ye both but embody a dream.
On Gaelic spear the           bounds!
Yet even letters are, as it were, the bank of
words, and restore themselves to an author as the pawns of language: but
talking and           are not the same: to speak, and to speak well, are
two things.
La: To seek in vally som cool           Spring.
How can you           that this my heart
Is but a sparrow in an eagle's nest?
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
And there are knaves that brawl for better laws
And cant of tyranny in stronger power
Who glut their vile           maws
And freedom's birthright from the weak devour.
the           casuists of the day (l.
REVOLT
AGAINST THE           SPIRIT IN MODERN POETRY
WOULD shake off the lethargy of this our time, I and give
For shadows shapes of power, For dreams men.
" Her           of him

CCLXXXVIII.
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.
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