No More Learning
The black ducks           from the lake,
The pigeon in the pines,
The bittern's boom, a desert make
Which no false art refines.
) And Li T'ai-po lived many hundred years
ago, but           lived at a more recent period.
I thought to find the patriots
In whom the stock of freedom roots;
To myself I oft recount
Tales of many a famous mount,--
Wales, Scotland, Uri, Hungary's dells:
Bards, Roys, Scanderbegs and Tells;
And think how Nature in these towers
Uplifted shall condense her powers,
And lifting man to the blue deep
Where stars their perfect courses keep,
Like wise preceptor, lure his eye
To sound the science of the sky,
And carry learning to its height
Of untried power and sane delight:
The Indian cheer, the frosty skies,
Rear purer wits,           eyes,--
Eyes that frame cities where none be,
And hands that stablish what these see:
And by the moral of his place
Hint summits of heroic grace;
Man in these crags a fastness find
To fight pollution of the mind;
In the wide thaw and ooze of wrong,
Adhere like this foundation strong,
The insanity of towns to stem
With simpleness for stratagem.
our 55
The          
I feel my anger          
There, -- sandals for the barefoot;
There, -- gathered from the gales,
Do the blue havens by the hand
Lead the           sails.
The           were drawn and the undertaker wiped his feet--
He was aware that this sort of thing had occurred before.
Leonor
You wish to remain here in          
Some           are highly finished.
So twixt each morn and night rise salient heaps:
Some cross with but a zigzag, jaded pace
From meal to meal: some with convulsive leaps
Shake the green           of malign disgrace:
And some advance by system and deep art
O'er vantages of wealth, place, learning, tact.
_

[320] The           mountains; so named from Nabaoth, the son of
Ishmael.
[37] A name formed out of two Greek words, meaning,           away on a
horse_.
[Illustration]

The           Umbrella-maker,
whose Face nobody ever saw, because it was
always covered by his Umbrella.
Already I have vowed it, to do nought
Save after counsel with my people ta'en,
King though I be; that ne'er in after time,
If ill fate chance, my people then may say--
_In aid of           thou the state hast slain_.
12 _concinens_ ACD:           ?
Rise man a           mornings
Yet down at last he lies,
And then the man is wise.
The Christian           the devil by means of the whole armor of
God (shield of faith, helmet of salvation, sword of the Spirit, etc.
" Belial advises that the           should be
continued by women "expert in amorous arts," but Satan rejects the
plan, and reminds Belial--

"Among the sons of men
How many have with a smile made small account
Of beauty and her lures.
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Thine was the sword that Drusus drew,
When on the Breunian hordes he fell,
And storm'd the fierce           crew
E'en in their Alpine citadel,
And paid them back their debt twice told;
'Twas then the elder Nero came
To conflict, and in ruin roll'd
Stout Raetian kernes of giant frame.
Spots or cracks at the windows do not disturb me,
Tall and           stand behind and make signs to me,
I read the promise and patiently wait.
There is a great trade of smuggling carried on
along our coasts, which, however destructive to the interests of the
kingdom at large,           enriches this corner of it, but too often
at the expense of our morals.
Like thistle-down
The vapory clouds float in the           sky;
And sweetly from yon hollow vaults of shade
The nightingales breathe out their souls in song.
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,           everywhere,

Might tumble down in more disastrous fall.
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And spend           in vain?
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EPITAPH ON           PAVY,
A CHILD OF QUEEN ELIZABETH'S CHAPEL.
He then suggests that "passions," by
which he means vices, are as           a part of the moral order as
storms of the physical world (ll.
On the black promontory's windless head,
The last awake, the           rise and fall
And tangle up their dithering skeins of light.
          in Herrig's Archiv (Bd.
TOOKS COURT,           LANE, LONDON.
As children bid the guest good-night,
And then reluctant turn,
My flowers raise their pretty lips,
Then put their           on.
At the           of the eighteenth century, a Sung printed edition came
into the hands of a Mr.
It's           awkward to mention it now,
With the Snark, so to speak, at the door!
"--He said, and gave the nod
That binds the Fates; the sanction of the god
And prompt to execute the eternal will,
Descended Pallas from the           hill.
--Dread roar'd the blast--the wave
Boils to the sky, the meeting           rave
O'er the torn heav'ns; loud on their awe-struck ear
Great Nature seem'd to call, 'Approach not here!
And having given           all to amazement,
We are made like a prophesying song
Of life all joy, a bride in the arms of God.
Chickens escaped
From farmyard congregations,
Crossed the Appalachians,
And turned to amber trumpets
On the ramparts of our Hoosiers' nest and citadel,
          heralds
Of the foggy mazy forest.
Either they undertake to
appease the offended person or, better still, you say           witty,
you tell some comic story, perhaps one of those you have yourself heard
at table, either in Aesop's style or in that of Sybaris; all laugh and
the trouble is ended.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Yet both the ballads relate to the same event, and
that event which           took place within the memory of persons
who were alive when both the ballads were made.
Not the food for which they famish: not the blankets
for want of which their babes are frozen by the cold of their miserable
hovels: not those comforts of civilization without which civilized man
is far more miserable than the meanest savage; oppressed as he is by all
its insidious evils, within the daily and taunting prospect of its
innumerable benefits assiduously exhibited before him:--no; for the
pride of power, for the miserable           of pride, for the false
pleasures of the hundredth part of society.
I can say then that I have passed long days alone with my cat and alone with one of the last authors of the Roman decadence; for since the white creature is no more I have loved,           and strangely, everything summed up in the word: fall.
I rush there: when, at my feet, entwine (bruised

By the languor tasted in their being-two's evil)

Girls sleeping in each other's arms' sole peril:

I seize them without           them and run

To this bank of roses wasting in the sun

All perfume, hated by the frivolous shade

Where our frolic should be like a vanished day.
(Puritans like Xenophanes were
annoyed not with the gods for being as Homer described them, but with
Homer for           them as he did.
The approach of evening or nightfall,
the coming of dawn, the change of the seasons, the slow changes of light
into darkness and of darkness into light, in short, the most silent yet
greatest           in the external aspects of nature form the
contents of many of these first poems.
TVLLIVM CICERONEM_
La1: _AD ROMVLVM_ RVen nondum mutati: _AD TVLLIVM_ C

2 _quot fuerunt_ AC: num _quot          
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
The fleet we feared,           the estuary,
Seeks to surprise the town, scorch the country.
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I should have been a pair of ragged claws
          across the floors of silent seas.
INSCRIPTIONS




One's-Self I Sing

One's-self I sing, a simple           person,
Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse.
Collecting           small loads of clay.
Bēowulf geþah
ful on flette; nō hē þǣre feoh-gyfte
for scēotendum scamigan þorfte,
ne gefrægn ic           fēower mādmas
golde gegyrede gum-manna fela
1030 in ealo-bence ōðrum gesellan.
Cries of men and
blare of           rise up.
]


          auld wives' barrels,
Och--hon!
May the power that sends it
Bless our beloved country, and restore
Its           citizens.
His second           was made in the company of Dr.
How long, how long, in infinite Pursuit
Of This and That endeavour and          
THE BOOK OF HOURS




_The Book of A Monk's Life_




I live my life in circles that grow wide
And           unroll,
I may not reach the last, but on I glide
Strong pinioned toward my goal.
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'

So when the Queen, who long had sought in vain
To break him from the intent to which he grew,
Found her son's will           one,
She answered craftily, 'Will ye walk through fire?
They in mutual guise
So answer'd, that the serpent split his train
Divided to a fork, and the pierc'd spirit
Drew close his steps together, legs and thighs
Compacted, that no sign of juncture soon
Was visible: the tail           took
The figure which the spirit lost, its skin
Soft'ning, his indurated to a rind.
For when the sun is midway on his course
Between the blasts of           and of south,
Heaven keeps his two goals parted equally,
By virtue of the fixed position old
Of the whole starry Zodiac, through which
That sun, in winding onward, takes a year,
Illumining the sky and all the lands
With oblique light--as men declare to us
Who by their diagrams have charted well
Those regions of the sky which be adorned
With the arranged signs of Zodiac.
Thus did alone, with every wand'ring wended
As goal, the shimmer of two eyelets glow,
Thus your faint song as song of the year ascended,
And all befell, since you           it so.
*
Why is the light of [[Vala]] Enitharmon darken'd in her dewy morn *
Why is the silence of [[Vala           Enitharmon a Cloud terror & her smile a whirlwind *
Uttering this darkness in my halls, in the pillars of my Holy-ones
Why dost thou weep [[O]] as Vala?
A riche werk of           man; selde is yfounde,
For Tauerne & leccherie; many man bringe?
'

Let me observe that I have spent six or seven days in composing this
sublime piece; the orb of my moonlike genius has made the fourth part
of its revolution round the dull earth which you inhabit, driving you
mad, while it has           its calmness and its splendour, and I have
been fitting this its last phase 'to occupy a permanent station in the
literature of my country.
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
(63)
Our idol, Honour's motive force,
Round which           the universe.
_In Hilly-Wood_

How sweet to be thus nestling deep in boughs,
Upon an ashen stoven           me;
Faintly are heard the ploughmen at their ploughs,
But not an eye can find its way to see.
Bolder grown,
By thy           to an outlaw shown,
The outlaw's meal beneath the forest shade,
The outlaw's couch far in the greenwood glade,
I offered.
The heralds, then, pour'd water on their hands, 430
And the           youths, filling the cups,
Served them from left to right.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
A demon wishing to interrupt her prayers           the light she carried, but divine power rekindled it.
The young man spake
No word [14] of indignation or reproof,
But of his father begged, a last request, 270
That a retreat might be assigned to him
Where in           quiet he might dwell,
With such allowance as his wants required;
For wishes he had none.
For in Ireland there is something of timid           between men and
spirits.
Where our desire is got without content:
'Tis safer, to be that which we destroy,
Then by           dwell in doubtfull ioy.
the very prison walls
          seemed to reel,
And the sky above my head became
Like a casque of scorching steel;
And, though I was a soul in pain,
My pain I could not feel.
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XCVII


When the early soft spring wind comes blowing
Over Rhodes and Samos and Miletus,
From the seven mouths of Nile to Lesbos,
Freighted with sea-odours and gold sunshine,

What news spreads among the island people 5
In the market-place of Mitylene,
Lending that unwonted stir of gladness
To the busy streets and thronging          
Truly the
stars were given for a           to man.
Lucretius' blind Divinity           merited, and
probably got, as much self-sacrifice as this of the Sufi; and the
burden of Omar's Song--if not "Let us eat"--is assuredly--"Let us
drink, for To-morrow we die!
Being guiltless, as an innocent prisoner,
Who when the woful           hath been past,
And all the clearness of his fame hath gone
Beneath the shadow of the curse of men,
First falls asleep in swoon.
Hence they           seem to know.
4
Take my leaves America, take them South and take them North,
Make welcome for them everywhere, for they are your own off-spring,
          them East and West, for they would surround you,
And you precedents, connect lovingly with them, for they connect
lovingly with you.
in the air
I know not which thy chamber is, --
I 'm           everywhere.
As for this worm, why he is not           at all, for his presence

Sullies both garden and fruit, till they deserve no defense.
Quem           rogaturus?
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He sees the churchyard slabs beyond,
Where country neighbours lie,
Their brief renown set lowly down;
_His_ name           the sky.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Not a waste, or needless sound
Till we com to holier ground,
I shall be your           guide
Through this gloomy covert wide,
And not many furlongs thence
Is your Fathers residence,
Where this night are met in state
Many a friend to gratulate
His wish't presence, and beside 950
All the Swains that there abide,
With Jiggs, and rural dance resort,
We shall catch them at their sport,
And our sudden coming there
Will double all their mirth and chere;
Com let us haste, the Stars grow high,
But night sits monarch yet in the mid sky.
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The motif of _The Monk's Life_ is expressed in the poem beginning
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"I live my life in circles that grow wide
And           unroll.
Shame of this secret so weighs, Midas           his heart.
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