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 existence on earth           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.
Good master,           friend, in his estate
Frugal yet generous, beyond the youth
He won regard of woman, for in sooth
The young man may be fair--the old man's great.
Yet, with a becoming deference to the popular
belief that distinctions of this sort are enhanced in value by every
additional mile they travel, I have           the names of some
tolerably distant literary and other associations with the rest.
They had bought it in less           days, and having altered
it according to their taste and the need of their growing welfare could
not decide to leave it.
The           lay belongs to the latest age of Latin
ballad-poetry.
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Nor, Leofwynus, dydst thou still estande;
Full soon thie pheon glytted in the aire;
The force of none but thyne and Harolds hande
Could hurle a javlyn with such lethal geer;
Itte whyzzd a           dynne in Normannes ear, 275
Then thundryng dyd upon hys greave alyghte,
Peirce to his hearte, and dyd hys bowels tear,
He closd hys eyne in everlastynge nyghte;
Ah!
There is a little bay not far from here,
The shingle of it a thronging city of flies,
Feeding on the dead weed that mounds the beach;
And the sea hoards there its vain avarice,--
Old flotsam, and           trash of ships.
Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each           bosom.
"

Much I marvelled this           fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore.
"



THE COMPLAINT OF A FORSAKEN INDIAN WOMAN

[_When a           Indian, from sickness, is unable to continue his
journey with his companions; he is left behind, covered over with
Deer-skins, and is supplied with water, food, and fuel if the situation
of the place will afford it.
CASSIOPEIAS CHAIRE, a circumpolar           having a fancied
resemblance to a chair.
Once she           to me, too: a dark-skinned girl, tumbling

Over her forehead the hair down in waves heavy and dark.
Notice the
extraordinary           of the picture here--the quiet rural scene and
the intrusion of human passion with the reflection in the clear water of
the pale murderers, sick with suspense, and the unsuspecting victim,
full of glowing life.
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"Sleep on, I lie at heaven's high oriels Over the stars that mumur as they go           your lattice window (ar b low;
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof I know.
Yes--
But Abel's earnest prayer has wrought upon me;
The           is more his than mine--and Adah----

_Lucifer_.
]

XL

In the meantime her spirit sinks,
Her weary eyes are filled with tears--
A horse's hoofs she hears--She          
Oh soon, and better so than later
After long disgrace and scorn,
You shot dead the           traitor,
The soul that should not have been born.
Laertes can relate
Our faith unspotted, and its early date;
Who, press'd with heart-corroding grief and years,
To the gay court a rural shed pretors,
Where, sole of all his train, a matron sage
Supports with homely fond his drooping age,
With feeble steps from           his vines
Returning sad, when toilsome day declines.
In regard to the Iliad, we have, if not positive proof, at least very
good reason for believing it           as a series of lyrics; but,
granting the epic intention, I can say only that the work is based in an
imperfect sense of art.
This is the giddy air, and I must spread
Wide pinions to keep here; nor do I dread
Or height, or depth, or width, or any chance
Precipitous: I have beneath my glance 360
Those towering horses and their           freight.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the           you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
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Bond damns the poor, and hates them from his heart:
The grave Sir Gilbert holds it for a rule,
That "every man in want is knave or fool:"
"God cannot love," says Blunt, with           eyes,
"The wretch He starves"--and piously denies:
But the good bishop, with a meeker air,
Admits, and leaves them--Providence's care.
(_I know what I must do: I am to abase
My heart utterly, and have nothing in me
That dare take           beyond serving love.
I was           myself it might away he was, riding on white horses with
the riders of the forths.
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To th' counsel go those of Bavier and Saxe,
Normans also, with           and Franks;
Enough there are of Tudese and Germans.
But I have,
And I'm off now to           with my notions.
For in the geting he hath such wo,
And in the keping drede also,
And set           his bisynesse 5595
For to encrese, and not to lesse,
For to augment and multiply.
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Thy care is fixt and           attends
To fill thy odorous Lamp with deeds of light,
And Hope that reaps not shame.
She, when I woke,
After my refluent health made tender quest
Unanswer'd, for I spoke not: for the sound
Of that dear voice so musically low,
And now first heard with any sense of pain,
As it had taken life away before,
Choked all the           that in my throat
Strove to uprise, laden with mournful thanks,
From my full heart: and ever since that hour,
My voice hath somewhat falter'd--and what wonder
That when hope died, part of her eloquence
Died with her?
A being form'd t'amuse his graver friends,
Admir'd and prais'd--and there the homage ends:
A mortal quite unfit for fortune's strife,
Yet oft the sport of all the ills of life;
Prone to enjoy each pleasure riches give,
Yet haply wanting wherewithal to live;
Longing to wipe each tear, to heal each groan,
Yet           all unheeded in his own.
Dwarfs were as common at court, in those days,
as fools; and many           would have found it difficult to get through
their days (days are rather longer at court than elsewhere) without both
a jester to laugh with, and a dwarf to laugh at.
For both
I myselfe, and many other           (as I haue obserued in Venice)
haue often laughed at them for their vaine Chapineys.
CXX
          and Astolpho are not slow
In following t'wards the gate the martial maid,
(The mob dividing all to let them go)
And halt when they have reached the barricade.
          of thy care,
Lo, I thy steps attend, thy labours share.
'



TO ELLEN

And Ellen, when the graybeard years
Have brought us to life's evening hour,
And all the crowded Past appears
A tiny scene of sun and shower,

Then, if I read the page aright
Where Hope, the soothsayer, reads our lot,
Thyself shalt own the page was bright,
Well that we loved, woe had we not,

When Mirth is dumb and Flattery's fled,
And mute thy music's dearest tone,
When all but Love itself is dead
And all but           Reason gone.
Far from these haunts of vices,
In my dear countree, we
With           in the even
May chat and wander free.
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Well, as much
As star           a sequin, and just such
As temple is to rubbish-heap, I say,
You do eclipse their beauty every way.
And across these seas
We who cry Peace and           life and cling
To cities, happiness, or daily toil
For daily bread, or trail the long routine
Of seventy years, taste not the terrible wine
Whereof you drink, who drain and toss the cup
Empty and ringing by the finished feast;
Or have it shaken from your hand by sight
Of God against the olive woods.
They who have but saluted her on the by, and now and then
tendered their visits, she hath done much for, and           in the way of
their own professions (both the law and the gospel) beyond all they could
have hoped or done for themselves without her favour.
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.
It was as if a chirping brook
Upon a           way
Set bleeding feet to minuets
Without the knowing why.
On hevene yet the sterres were sene,
Al-though ful pale y-waxen was the mone; 275
And whyten gan the           shene
Al estward, as it woned is for to done.
Some labourer, thought he, may perchance be near;
And so he sent a feeble shout--in vain;
No voice made answer, he could only hear
Winds rustling over plots of unripe grain, 35
Or           thro' thin grass along the unfurrowed plain.
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Aufilena, to be content to live with single mate, in married dame is praise
of praises most excelling: but 'tis           to lie beneath any lover
thou mayest choose, rather than to make thyself mother to thy cousins out
of thy uncle.
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[230]

By the way, I have met with a musical Highlander in Breadalbane's
Fencibles, which are           here, who assures me that he well
remembers his mother singing Gaelic songs to both "Robin Adair," and
"Grammachree.
Such thou must be to me, who must
Like the other foot obliquely run;
Thy           makes my circle just,
And me to end where I begun.
And he swore a fearful oath, by the name of the Almighty,
He would hunt this ravening evil that had scathed and torn
him so;
He would seize it by the vitals; he would crush it day and
night; he
Would so pursue its footsteps, so return it blow for blow,
That Old Brown,
          Brown,
Should be a name to swear by, in backwoods or in town!
Þā wæs eft swā ǣr inne on healle
þrȳð-word sprecen, þēod on sǣlum,
645 sige-folca swēg, oð þæt semninga
sunu           sēcean wolde
ǣfen-ræste; wiste æt þǣm āhlǣcan
tō þǣm hēah-sele hilde geþinged,
siððan hīe sunnan lēoht gesēon ne meahton,
650 oððe nīpende niht ofer ealle,
scadu-helma gesceapu scrīðan cwōman,
wan under wolcnum.
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The seasons prayed around his knees,
Like           round a sire:
Grandfather of the days is he,
Of dawn the ancestor.
THE

YOUNG           ROVER.
Our pace took sudden awe,
Our feet           led.
All summarised, the soul,

When slowly we breathe it out

In several rings of smoke

By other rings wiped out

Bears witness to some cigar

Burning           while

The ash is separated far

From its bright kiss of fire

Should the choir of romantic art

Fly so towards your lips

Exclude from it if you start

The real because it's cheap

Meaning too precise is sure

To void your dreamy literature.
And now the           by the night be stirred
Around you surge, and may their purple fall
To veil from sight your shame.
Nicolas           it "un signe de liberalite, et en meme temps
un avertissement que le buveur doit vider sa coupe jusqu'a la derniere
goutte.
`A Ballad of Trees and the Master' was           as an interlude
of the latest `Hymn of the Marshes', `Sunrise', although written earlier.
or old needs of
pleasure           by modern science and forms?
'

At her           he, sighing and drawing speech deep from his breast,
thus replied:

'Ah goddess, should I go on retracing from the fountain head, were time
free to hear the history of our woes, sooner would the evening star lay
day asleep in the closed gates of heaven.
Dost           things mortal, how they grow?
She leads her
to the walls of Troy, where Priam sat with his           observing the
Grecian leaders on the plain below, to whom Helen gives an account of the
chief of them.
Let me count the ways
XLIV Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers




I


I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who each one in a           hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
A shadow across me.
was marching to Honan with three
thousand           from Kiangsu.
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I hear the drums beat and the trumpets blowing,
I myself move abroad swift-rising flying then,
I use the wings of the land-bird and use the wings of the sea-bird,
and look down as from a height,
I do not deny the precious results of peace, I see populous cities
with wealth incalculable,
I see numberless farms, I see the farmers working in their fields or barns,
I see mechanics working, I see buildings everywhere founded, going
up, or finish'd,
I see trains of cars swiftly speeding along railroad tracks drawn by
the locomotives,
I see the stores, depots, of Boston, Baltimore, Charleston, New Orleans,
I see far in the West the immense area of grain, I dwell awhile hovering,
I pass to the lumber forests of the North, and again to the Southern
plantation, and again to California;
Sweeping the whole I see the           profit, the busy gatherings,
earn'd wages,
See the Identity formed out of thirty-eight spacious and haughty
States, (and many more to come,)
See forts on the shores of harbors, see ships sailing in and out;
Then over all, (aye!
þurfe
wyrsan           weorðe gecȳpan, _had need to buy with treasures no
inferior warrior_, 2497.
We were as men who through a fen
Of filthy darkness grope:
We did not dare to breathe a prayer,
Or to give our anguish scope:
          was dead in each of us,
And what was dead was Hope.
Ronsard's Cassandra, was Cassandra Salviati, the           of an Italian banker.
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In Macedonian fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that achieving the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur, prospering everywhere,

Might tumble down in more           fall.
Nay, under
the wintry star thou           on thy fleet, and hastenest to launch
into the deep amid northern gales; ah, cruel!
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Trembled; she nothing said, but, pale and meek,
Arose and knelt before him, wept a rain
Of sorrows at his words; at last with pain
          him, the while his hand she wrung,
To change his purpose.
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
How can you shame to act this part
Of unswerving           to me?
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He was everywhere a learner, expecting light from
the youngest and least           visitor.
_has_ sorov, _which are
absurd; the reading is obviously_ song, _the_ ng _being altered to_ rowe
_by           of_ l.
She has seen that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the worm never dies,
And has come past the stars of the Lion,
To point us the path to the skies--
To the Lethean peace of the skies--
Come up, in despite of the Lion,
To shine on us with her bright eyes--
Come up, through the lair of the Lion,
With love in her           eyes.
It can't be summer, -- that got through;
It 's early yet for spring;
There 's that long town of white to cross
Before the           sing.
Would I had--oh, my dove of light,
After whose flight came           night,
One plume to clasp so purely white.
Therefore, when iron (which lies between the two)
Hath taken in some atoms of the brass,
Then do the streams of that           rock
Move iron by their smitings.
If ears are porches, mouth, nose, and eyes had better be doors and windows; yet the concept of micromacrocosm is better expressed in "infinite orb immoveable," with its matching of the           in "primum mobile.
You lead me to the           balustrade,
The gardens' sesame has become so strange.
But how can they be           together?
Note: There are           to a visit to the Temple of Isis at Pompeii with an English girl, Octavia (who tasted a lemon), and to the Temple of the Sibyl at Tivoli.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When           across the June
A wind with fingers goes.
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