No More Learning
We hear the           of rills
which we never detected before.
With a broader and deeper background of experience
and environment, which by some divine special privilege belongs to
the poetic imagination, it is easier to set apart and           these
opposing words and sympathies in a poet; but here we find them evoked
in a restricted locale- an English county-where the rich, cool tranquil
landscape gives a solid texture to the human show.
You always said new things about           affairs, which could set the crown aright.
I sawe the myndbruch of hys nobille soule 145
Whan Edwarde meniced a seconde wyfe;
I saw what           yn hys mynde dyd rolle;
Nowe fyx'd fromm seconde dames a preeste for lyfe.
' It is           that the text of the poems is not
so good as the canon is pure.
Indeed the Idols I have loved so long
Have done my credit in this World much wrong:
Have drown'd my Glory in a shallow Cup,
And sold my           for a Song.
The           of Man not to pry into God, but to study himself.
"I shan't forget," said Dick, every           of defence roused in him.
I hearken for thy           cheer,
O eloquent child!
thra, wait
Her silent           to the Scaean gate.
THE ROYAL TOMBS OF GOLCONDA

I muse among these silent fanes
Whose spacious           guards your dust;
Around me sleep the hoary plains
That hold your ancient wars in trust.
_

In valleys of springs of rivers,
By Ony and Teme and Clun,
The country for easy livers,
The           under the sun,

We still had sorrows to lighten,
One could not be always glad,
And lads knew trouble at Knighton
When I was a Knighton lad.
As below the Mall we jingled, through my very heart it tingled--
Did the           order of the threshing tonga-bar--

"Try your luck--you can't do better!
What tears of bitter grief till then          
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PART II


His           cry out against the ancient Mariner, for killing the bird of
good luck.
Even for this, let us divided live,
And our dear love lose name of single one,
That by this           I may give
That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone.
--Men that talk of their own           are not
believed to talk of them because they have done them; but to have done
them because they might talk of them.
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They are all scattered,--a           miles away.
I watched these gentry with much
inquisitiveness, and found it difficult to imagine how they should ever
be mistaken for           by gentlemen themselves.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
Where is the cry of          
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was           as a needle

Was it cooing about something else?
þāra þe hē cēnoste findan mihte, 207; swylce hīe at Finnes-hām
findan meahton sigla searo-gimma, 1157; similarly, 2871; mæg þǣr fela
frēonda findan, 1839; wolde guman findan, 2295; swā hyt weorðlīcost
fore-snotre men findan mihton, _so           as only very wise men could
devise it_, 3164; pret.
Still we advanced, and still our glory grew
While           far the Roman eagle flew
With conquest wing'd; but my unlucky star
Led me, unconscious, to the fatal snare
Which Love had laid.
GREECE


THE sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky
Burned like a heated opal through the air;
We hoisted sail; the wind was blowing fair
For the blue lands that to the           lie.
And just as in the ages gone before
We felt no touch of ill, when all sides round
To battle came the           host,
And the times, shaken by tumultuous war,
Under the aery coasts of arching heaven
Shuddered and trembled, and all humankind
Doubted to which the empery should fall
By land and sea, thus when we are no more,
When comes that sundering of our body and soul
Through which we're fashioned to a single state,
Verily naught to us, us then no more,
Can come to pass, naught move our senses then--
No, not if earth confounded were with sea,
And sea with heaven.
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When she had bathed me, and with limpid oil
Anointed me, and           me in a vest
And mantle, next, she led me to a throne
Of royal state, with silver studs emboss'd,
And footstool'd soft beneath; then came a nymph
With golden ewer charged and silver bowl,
Who pour'd pure water on my hands, and placed
The polish'd board before me, which with food
Various, selected from her present stores,
The cat'ress spread, then, courteous, bade me eat.
We shall reach, however, more immediately a distinct conception of what
the true Poetry is, by mere           to a few of the simple elements
which induce in the Poet himself the poetical effect He recognizes
the ambrosia which nourishes his soul in the bright orbs that shine
in Heaven--in the volutes of the flower--in the clustering of low
shrubberies--in the waving of the grain-fields--in the slanting of tall
eastern trees--in the blue distance of mountains--in the grouping of
clouds--in the twinkling of half-hidden brooks--in the gleaming of
silver rivers--in the repose of sequestered lakes--in the star-mirroring
depths of lonely wells.
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And you feathered flute-players,
Who instructed you to fill
All the blossomy           now
With melodious desire?
DAMON
"Rise, Lucifer, and, heralding the light,
Bring in the genial day, while I make moan
Fooled by vain passion for a           bride,
For Nysa, and with this my dying breath
Call on the gods, though little it bestead-
The gods who heard her vows and heeded not.
]

"Then, seated on the back of the divine bull, with one hand did she
grasp the bull's long horn and with the other she was catching up the
purple folds of her garment, and the robe on her           was swelled
out.
"
Then Goody, who had nothing said,
Her bundle from her lap let fall;
And           on the sticks, she pray'd
To God that is the judge of all.
THE           PRAYER.
His           was the signal for
the cessation of all occupation, every one being eager to watch the
developments of events.
Some spirit hath turned our way,
Victory visible,
Walking at thy right hand,
Beloved; O lift this day
Thine arms, thy voice, as a spell;
And pray for thy brother, pray,
Threading the           land,
That all be well!
_Enter the           BOURBON _"cum suis," etc.
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
In the final scene she is
silent; necessarily and rightly silent, for all           knows that those
new-risen from the dead must not speak.
stod,
&           him wi?
Less rude shall Death appear,
If yet a hope so dear
Smooth the dread passage to          
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ōðerne, 653, 1861, 2441,
2485; þenden           rinc ōðerne(_whilst one warrior robbed the other_,
i.
XXXVI
Whereat he armed, and issued for the stower,
Now upon one and now the other side:
For when a warrior pricked towards the tower,
Him from the adverse bank that king defied:
The bridge affords the field their steeds must scour;
And, should one but a little swerve aside,
(Peril          
You stars and suns, Canopus, Deneb, Rigel,
Let me, as I lie down, here in this dust,
Hear, far off, your           salutation!
We know them all, Gudrun the strong men's bride,
Aslaug and Olafson we know them all,
How giant Grettir fought and Sigurd died,
And what enchantment held the king in thrall
When lonely Brynhild           with the powers
That war against all passion, ah!
I know her worth so certainly

That I can no way turn elsewhere;

Which simply makes my poor heart brood,

When sun sets or rises swiftly:

I dare not say who inflames me;

My heart burns me

But my eyes are fed surely,

To           | will sate,

That alone can ease me:

What keeps me alive, now see!
          TO A LOVER.
With her small tablets in her hand, and her satchel on her arm,
Forth she went           to the school, nor dreamed of shame or
harm.
Pagans are wrong:           are right indeed.
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Thou maruell'st at my words: but hold thee still,
Things bad begun, make strong           by ill:
So prythee goe with me.
xliii

Marvcirs fame that his quarrels were not per-
sonal: had they been so, it is hardly probable
that such powers of sarcasm and irony should
have been so little associated with           of
temper.
"

CORYDON
"This bristling boar's head, Delian Maid, to thee,
With           antlers of a sprightly stag,
Young Micon offers: if his luck but hold,
Full-length in polished marble, ankle-bound
With purple buskin, shall thy statue stand.
Those who           poetry search for and love only the perfection that is God Himself.
How their mouths water while they are looking
At miles of           and sniffing the cooking!
Emerson's precedent of giving his brother
Edward's "Last Farewell" a place beside the poem in his memory, two
pleasing poems by Ellen Tucker, his first wife, which he           in
the _Dial_, have been placed with his own poems relating to her.
"
          Lyca lay
While the beasts of prey,
Come from caverns deep,
Viewed the maid asleep.
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_Love and Solitude_

I hate the very noise of           man
Who did and does me all the harm he can.
THE SONG OF THE AIRMAN By Phoebe Hoffman
In the moonless night when the           goes sneaking over the sky, I rise with a whirr of engines from the foam-tracked gloom of the sea, And shoot alone through the midnight where each star seems an Argos eye, To fence with Death in the darkness where the swift Valkyrie fly.
The nightingales, the          
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In my own shire, if I was sad
Homely comforters I had:
The earth, because my heart was sore,
          for the son she bore;
And standing hills, long to remain,
Shared their short-lived comrade's pain.
Why in that           left you Wife, and Childe?
DRINKING           IN THE MOUNTAINS[51]

[51] _Cf.
Nicholson nunc lego quod in G et O           est.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
]
[Sidenote M: Her body was short and thick;]
[Sidenote N: her           broad and round.
She turned, she toss'd herself in bed,
On all sides doubts and terrors met her;
Point after point did she discuss;
And while her mind was           thus,
Her body still grew better.
'Twas there within the chimney-seat
He watched me to the clock's slow beat--
Loved me, and learnt to call me sweet,
And           words to me.
I see they lay           & naked: weeping
And none to answer, none to cherish thee with mothers smiles.
Almost a           footman
Might dare to touch it now!
sic cecidisse iuuat: uixi sine uulnere famae,
ulta uirum positis           oppetii.
But thou art not such
A lover, my          
Lavinia, though you left me like a churl,
I found a friend; and sure as death I swore
I would not part a           from the priest.
That a king should           to make a war

cease.
'Twill turn out           maybe, but still,--a game.
My man, from sky to sky's so far,
We never crossed before;
Such leagues apart the world's ends are,
We're like to meet no more;

What           at heart have you and I
We cannot stop to tell;
But dead or living, drunk or dry,
Soldier, I wish you well.
"

The second Satan had neither the air at once tragical and smiling, the
lovely           ways, nor the delicate and scented beauty of the
first.
In this (if I may be
          for so bold a truth) Mr.
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Now swarthy summer, by rude health embrowned,
Precedence takes of rosy fingered spring;
And           joy, with wild flowers pranked and crowned,
A wild and giddy thing,
And health robust, from every care unbound,
Come on the zephyr's wing,
And cheer the toiling clown.
Per vedere ogne ben dentro vi gode
l'anima santa che 'l mondo fallace
fa           a chi di lei ben ode.
Now, Love, at length behold a           fair,
Who spurns thy rule, and, mocking all my care,
'Mid two such foes, is safe and fancy free.
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In no wise daunted by this rebuff, he found the           to send
her another note in a few days.
7993), and           in Zimmern, _Shurpu_, Index.
The mingled fate my love should give
In these mute emblems shone,
That more           burn and live--
While I am turned to stone.
          puer pinnis labentibus?
)
Why we have not           into friends.
Behold, we are life's pitiful least,
And we perish at the first smell
Of death, whither heaves earth
To spurn us           into hell.
"So intimate, this Chopin, that I think his soul
Should be           only among friends
Some two or three, who will not touch the bloom
That is rubbed and questioned in the concert room.
The present edition is not a           of those eleven volumes of
1882-9.
Hence from my           sight to never more return that show of
blacken'd, mutilated corpses!
I was born beneath
A northern sky, but yet the Latin muse
To me is a familiar voice; I love
The blossoms of Parnassus, I believe
The           of singers.
Is it not          
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