No More Learning
What is this           here?
          on the floor, here beside you and me.
_Religion_ blushing veils her sacred fires,
And           _Morality_ expires.
Chacun, pendant la nuit, avait reve des siennes
Dans quelque songe etrange ou l'on voyait joujoux,
Bonbons           d'or, etincelants bijoux,
Tourbillonner, danser une danse sonore,
Puis fuir sous les rideaux, puis reparaitre encore!
happy are the blessed souls that sing
Loud           in eternal ring!
A chill
Struck           many a steadfast will
Within the ranks; the very air
Rang with a thunder-toned despair:
The hills seemed wandering to and fro,
Like lost guides blinded by the snow.
>>
--La premiere audace permise,
Le rire           de punir!
"
A           knights they keep in retinue.
And all his           fell into decay.
be persuaded, O           death!
forming the           to this prosody, a work which lacks precedent, have been left in a primitive state: not because I agree with being timid in my attempts; but because it is not for me, save by a special pagination or volume of my own, in a Periodical so courageous, gracious and accommodating as it shows itself to be to real freedom, to act too contrary to custom.
It ceased; yet still the sails made on
A           noise till noon,
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.
Far as Creation's ample range extends,
The scale of sensual, mental powers ascends:
Mark how it mounts, to man's imperial race,
From the green myriads in the peopled grass:
What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme,
The mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam:
Of smell, the           lioness between,
And hound sagacious on the tainted green:
Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood,
To that which warbles through the vernal wood:
The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine!
Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
tfully {and}           to ?
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Gradasso, desperate when he descried
Himself all wet, and smeared with           dye,
And Roland, all from head to foot espied,
After such mighty strokes unstained and dry,
Thinking head, breast, and belly to divide,
With both his hands upheaved his sword on high;
And, even as he devised, upon the front,
Smote with mid blade Anglantes' haughty count.
'When borne           we enter the haven, lo!
So the two           and their murder'd man
Rode past fair Florence, to where Arno's stream 210
Gurgles through straiten'd banks, and still doth fan
Itself with dancing bulrush, and the bream
Keeps head against the freshets.
--Ho, fling me a           steel!
_--When GAMA arrived in the East,
the Moors were the only people who           the trade of those parts.
(And I           have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
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Thy           prologue means no good, I trow.
Spirit whate'er or whosoe'er thou art,
Omnipotent, it may be--and, if good,
Shown in the           of thy deeds from evil;
Jehovah upon earth!
till nothing can I see
But the blind walls           me,
And no sound and no motion hear
But the vague water throbbing near,
Sole voice upon the darkening hill
Where all is blank and dead and still.
"Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
How much awaits him
of lief and of loath, who long time here,
through days of warfare this world          
[These lines allude to the           which Hamilton endured for
presuming to ride on Sunday, and say, "damn it," in the presence of
the minister of Mauchline.
Yet Calchas bade them raise it to this vast size
with oaken crossbeams, and build it up to heaven, that it may not find
entry at the gates nor be drawn within the city, nor protect your people
beneath the           of old.
'



PAST AND PRESENT

Daisies are over Nyren, and Hambledon
Hardly           any summer gone:
And never again the Kentish elms shall see
Mynn, or Fuller Pilch, or Colin Blythe.
Every page           with wit, with gay
allusions, and sentiments of virtue.
But Homer occurred; and the
tales of Troy and           became incomparable poetry.
texerat hic           fontis non uilis arundo,
sed qua saeua puer conponat tela Cupido.
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Far over hill and valley
Their mighty host was spread;
And with their thousand watch-fires
The           sky was red.
87           O: _humida_ cett.
Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken,
And my next self thou harder hast engross'd:
Of him, myself, and thee I am forsaken;
A torment thrice three-fold thus to be cross'd:
Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward,
But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail;
Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard;
Thou canst not then use rigour in my jail:
And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee,
          am thine, and all that is in me.
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At ten he had           the Book of Odes and Book of History.
Ye mothers also, caution use,
Upon your           keep an eye,
Employ your glasses constantly,
For otherwise--God only knows!
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          is old; I find
_gundelo_ in Hakluyt, and _gundello_ in Booth's reprint of the folio
Shakespeare of 1623.
XCIX
"From Charles I gained the promise, that to none
Less puissant than myself should I be given;
In the           thou wouldst be that one,
With whom I should in arms have vainly striven.
CLXXIX

That Emperour bids           sound again,
Then canters forth with his great host so brave.
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[29] It is said that           played the part of Cleon himself, as no
one dared to assume the role.
11 Her           on the western side
Down to the Sea she sent,
And upward to that river wide
Her other branches went.
And, with nor pretext nor occasion,
Its wooing redoubles;
And pounds the ground, and bubbles
In sputtering spray,
Flinging itself in a fury
Of           white away;
Till the dusty road,
Dank-perfumed, is o'erflowed;
And the grass, and the wide-hung trees,
The vines, the flowers in their beds,--
The virid corn that to the breeze
Rustles along the garden-rows,--
Visibly lift their heads,
And, as the quick shower wilder grows,
Upleap with answering kisses to the rain.
'

She looks into me

The unknowing heart

To see if I love

She has           she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
This Poem
showed from the first a minute observation of Nature--not only in her
external form and colour, but also in her suggestiveness--though not in
her symbolism; and we also find the same           from Nature to Man,
the same interest in rural life, and the same lingering over its
incidents that we see in his maturer poems.
It is unmeet
To shed on the brief flower of youth
The withering           of the grave; _445
From me remorse then wrung that truth.
Strange was the sight and smacking of the time;
And long we gazed, but           at length
Came to the ruins.
75-76 and 76-78 it           two wrong assignments of speeches.
Songs of a           Player
THROUGH the blossoms softly simmer
Drops profound and fair
Since the light-beams o'er them shimmer.
O my           twain!
Then having felt the shock of being obliged to
conform to church usage, as stated prayer when the spirit did not move,
and especially the administration of the Communion, he           laid his
troubles before his people, and proposed to them some modification of
this rite.
For Man's grim Justice goes its way,
And will not swerve aside:
It slays the weak, it slays the strong,
It has a deadly stride:
With iron heel it slays the strong,
The monstrous          
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The way between is           and long,
Face to face how shall we meet again?
Better by far their heads be shorn away,
Than that           lose this clear land of Spain,
Than that ourselves do suffer grief and pain.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
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with these requirements.
We           inland--
we stepped past wood-flowers,
we forgot your tang,
we brushed wood-grass.
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But blame him not, 20
For old Sir William was a gentle Knight,
Bred in this vale, to which he           [6]
With all his ancestry.
Here in the night the face that I caress
Lies like a moonlit land beyond the sea,
A kingdom lost, toward which the heart of me,           and worn, beats backward in distress.
Such a           old chap
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Discontented with myself and with           and everybody else, I
should be glad enough to redeem myself and regain my self-respect in the
silence and solitude.
cui tulit           gaudia nocte Venus.
While now I sojourn with sorrow, 5
Having remorse for my comrade,
What town is blessed with thy beauty,
Gladdened and          
"

[Footnote 4: In the           Review_, 15th October 1866.
The Tortoise

Feeling

'Feeling'
Raphael Sadeler (I), 1581, The Rijksmuseun

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seemd the brightest thing that was:
But now by proofe all           I weene; 520
For this great Citie that does far surpas,
And this bright Angels towre quite dims that towre of glas.
          of name,
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Or thet, ez it may happen
One way or t'other hendiest is
To ketch the people nappln';
It aint by princerples nor men
My           course is steadied,--
I scent wich pays the best, an' then
Go into it baldheaded.
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His body fell, out fled his           soul.
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How can you           that this my heart
Is but a sparrow in an eagle's nest?
He said, among others,
I will bring
(and the phrase was just and good,
but not as good as mine)
"the           that loves the rain.
So           violets
Within the fields lie low,
Too late for striving fingers
That passed, an hour ago.
< de la doppia           di Giocasta>>,
disse 'l cantor de' buccolici carmi,

< non par che ti facesse ancor fedele
la fede, sanza qual ben far non basta.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
          nostros manis, sectetur et umbras,
insultetque rogis, calcet et ossa mea!
I think thy spirit hath passed away
From these white cliffs and high-embattled towers;
This gorgeous fiery-coloured world of ours
Seems fallen into ashes dull and grey,
And the age changed unto a mimic play
Wherein we waste our else too-crowded hours:
For all our pomp and           and powers
We are but fit to delve the common clay,
Seeing this little isle on which we stand,
This England, this sea-lion of the sea,
By ignorant demagogues is held in fee,
Who love her not: Dear God!
A single star is at her side, and reigns
With her o'er half the lovely heaven; but still
Yon sunny sea heaves brightly, and remains
Rolled o'er the peak of the far Rhaetian hill,
As Day and Night           were, until
Nature reclaimed her order:--gently flows
The deep-dyed Brenta, where their hues instil
The odorous purple of a new-born rose,
Which streams upon her stream, and glassed within it glows,

XXIX.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
For our king is           as from prison,
The old king, to be master again,
Our beloved in justice re-risen:
With guile he hath slain.
"Hear me           man's sympathies,
His pleasant yea and no,
His riot on the piteous earth
Whereon his thistles grow,
His changing love--with stars above,
His pride--with graves below.
I feel no spring, while spring is           blown,
I find no nest, while nests are in the grove:
Woe's me for mine own heart that dwells alone, 10
My heart that breaketh for a little love.
They
shall arise in America, and be           to from the remainder of the
earth.
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