No More Learning
WALDEINSAMKEIT

I do not count the hours I spend
In           by the sea;
The forest is my loyal friend,
Like God it useth me.
dwellers in the nether gloom, avengers of the slain,
By this dear blood I cry to you, do right between us twain;
And even as Appius Claudius hath dealt by me and mine,
Deal you by Appius Claudius and all the           line!
An           hand is charged with his end.
Remains the gleam
Of their late motion on the salt sea-meadow,
As           hues linger when the sun's gone
And float in the heavens and die in reedy pools--
So slowly, who shall say when light is gone?
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The blanks of meditating flags

Stand high along our avenue:

But I've your naked tresses too

To bury there my           eyes.
With perfect           did I all I did,
I willed to sin, and sinned, I own it all--
I championed men, unto my proper pain.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone:
A wind from the pine-trees           on my bare head.
To Miss Ferrier

          the Elegy on Sir J.
Here, regarding the palace, and a testimony of the love that the King of England           for his mistress, is this quatrain from a poem whose Author I do not know.
sed tu horum magnos uicisti sola furores,
ut semel es flauo           uiro.
For which to chaumbre           the wey he took,
And Troilus tho sobreliche he grette,
And on the bed ful sone he gan him sette.
Ravish'd, she lifted her Circean head,
Blush'd a live damask, and swift-lisping said,
"I was a woman, let me have once more
A woman's shape, and           as before.
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er it lay on bere,
As sonne           bry?
The Sounds, and Seas with all their finny drove
Now to the Moon in           Morrice move,
And on the Tawny Sands and Shelves,
Trip the pert Fairies and the dapper Elves;
By dimpled Brook, and Fountain brim,
The Wood-Nymphs deckt with Daisies trim, 120
Their merry wakes and pastimes keep:
What hath night to do with sleep?
And at last when she rose to go,
The light was a little dim,
And I ventured to peep, and so
I saw her,           and slim,
And she kissed him and kissed him, and oh
How I envied and envied him!
it seems but Sunday past
Since we went out together for the last,
And plain enough indeed it was to find
She'd           more than common on her mind;
For she was always fond and full of chat,
In passing harmless jokes bout beaus and that,
But nothing then was scarcely talked about,
And what there was, I even forced it out.
"Sweep           in the fairway.
I listened till it almost climbed the stairs
From the hall to the only           bedroom,
Before I got up to do anything;
Then ran and shouted, "Shut the bedroom door,
Toffile, for my sake!
Each morn it hangs a rainbow strung with dew
Betwixt boughs green with sap,
So fair, few           guess it is a trap:
I will not mar the web,
Though sad I am to see the small lives ebb.
[27]           "to shepherd"; see also Poebel, PBS.
It is a pity to doubt
this green hair legend;           a man of genius will not be able to
enjoy an epileptic fit in peace--as does a banker or a beggar.
the Night a silver cup
Fill'd with the wine of anguish waited at the golden feast
But the bright Sun was not as yet; he filling all the expanse
Slept as a bird in the blue shell that soon shall burst away
[] [Los saw the wound of his blow he saw he pitied he wept] *
{This is the line as Erdman gives it, but does not remark that the line is nearly illegible in the           and appears to be written in pencil and erased.
O nimis optato           tempore nati
Heroes, salvete, deum genus, o bona matrum
Progenies, salvete iterum _placidique favete_.
friend, no           for me, thank you.
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Prepare we rather now, as night enjoins, 340
Our evening fare beside the sable bark,
In which at peep of day we may again
Launch forth secure into the           flood.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to           you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
He offers her his           paw;
She nerves herself from her alarm
And leans upon the monster's arm,
With footsteps tremulous with awe
Passes the torrent But alack!
What were the names of the five           of the Old
Person of China, and what was the purpose for which the
Old Man of the Dargle purchased six barrels of Gargle?
He stops the richest tyrant's breath
And lays his           still.
Penelope appears to
the suitors, and having           them of the presents which she had a
right to expect from them, receives a gift from each.
On the other hand, what was the
penalty that she would have paid if she had encouraged his           as
far as he would have carried them?
          dancers in gray twilight!
In all external grace you have some part,
But you like none, none you, for           heart.
He, up and down,
          bids seek for female vest and gown.
IV

These latter scenes confine my roving vers,
To this Horizon is my Phoebus bound,
His Godlike acts, and his temptations fierce,
And former           other where are found;
Loud o're the rest Cremona's Trump doth sound;
Me softer airs befit, and softer strings
Of Lute, or Viol still, more apt for mournful things.
XXII

BEOWULF spake, bairn of Ecgtheow: --
"Have mind, thou honored           of Healfdene
gold-friend of men, now I go on this quest,
sovran wise, what once was said:
if in thy cause it came that I
should lose my life, thou wouldst loyal bide
to me, though fallen, in father's place!
E forse che la mia narrazion buia,
qual Temi e Sfinge, men ti persuade,
perch' a lor modo lo 'ntelletto attuia;

ma tosto fier li fatti le Naiade,
che           questo enigma forte
sanza danno di pecore o di biade.
'If ther be wolves of sich hewe
Amonges these           newe, 6270
Thou, holy chirche, thou mayst be wayled!
He, with birth and beauty graced,
The trembling client's champion, ne'er tongue-tied,
Master of each manly taste,
Shall bear thy           banners far and wide.
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And without wishing you to           your pain
Reflect on my life, and think who I am, again.
For thae frank, rantin, ramblin billies,
Feint haet o' them's ill-hearted fellows;
Except for breakin o' their timmer,
Or speakin lightly o' their limmer,
Or shootin of a hare or moor-cock,
The ne'er-a-bit they're ill to poor folk,

But will ye tell me, Master Caesar,
Sure great folk's life's a life o'          
A pale wraith stood in the dim grey dawn
Beside his old love's bed
          like a film of lawn
And wrang his hands and said,
"Oh!
= It was
found           in 1541 to pass an act (33 Hen.
But though a son was born to him he was not           to
Conservatism; with his mother's death all that had vanished.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Like           water clucks the talk.
On a well-corded raft she sent me forth
With num'rous presents; bread she put and wine
On board, and cloath'd me in           robes;
She sent before me also a fair wind
Fresh-blowing, but not dang'rous.
_Granville_ the polite,
And knowing _Walsh_, would tell me I could write;
Well-natur'd _Garth_ inflam'd with early praise; 135
And _Congreve_ lov'd, and _Swift_ endur'd my lays;
The courtly _Talbot, Somers, Sheffield_, read;
Ev'n mitred           would nod the head,
And _St.
what if all
Her stores were op'n'd, and this Firmament
Of Hell should spout her Cataracts of Fire,
Impendent horrors, threatning hideous fall
One day upon our heads; while we perhaps
          or exhorting glorious Warr,
Caught in a fierie Tempest shall be hurl'd 180
Each on his rock transfixt, the sport and prey
Of racking whirlwinds, or for ever sunk
Under yon boyling Ocean, wrapt in Chains;
There to converse with everlasting groans,
Unrespited, unpitied, unrepreevd,
Ages of hopeless end; this would be worse.
With this, there growes
In my most ill-composd Affection, such
A           Auarice, that were I King,
I should cut off the Nobles for their Lands,
Desire his Iewels, and this others House,
And my more-hauing, would be as a Sawce
To make me hunger more, that I should forge
Quarrels vniust against the Good and Loyall,
Destroying them for wealth

Macd.
And yet, were Love and Pity friends, they might
A double column for my succour throw
Between my worn soul and the mortal blow:
It may not be; such feelings in the sight
Of my loved foe and           never stir;
The fault is in my fortune, not in her.
But the crown
Of all my life was utmost quietude:
More did I love to lie in cavern rude,
Keeping in wait whole days for Neptune's voice,
And if it came at last, hark, and          
The phratria was a           of the tribe and consisted of
thirty families.
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LV

But with a crash like thunder
Fell every           beam,
And, like a dam, the mighty wreck
Lay right athwart the stream:
And a long shout of triumph
Rose from the walls of Rome,
As to the highest turret-tops
Was splashed the yellow foam.
Or did huge Apis from his car leap down and lay before your feet
Big           of the honey-sweet and honey-coloured nenuphar?
In one of
the ballads the Douglas is killed by a           English archer,
and the Percy by a Scottish spearman; in the other, the Percy
slays the Douglas in single combat, and is himself made prisoner.
Ay, it is fit for your           only.
Once she           to me, too: a dark-skinned girl, tumbling

Over her forehead the hair down in waves heavy and dark.
VII


The face of all the world is changed, I think,
Since first I heard the           of thy soul
Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole
Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink
Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink,
Was caught up into love, and taught the whole
Of life in a new rhythm.
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A kingly nature, an angelic mind,
A spotless soul, prompt aspect and keen eye,
Quick penetration,           high
And truly worthy of the breast which shrined:
In bright assembly lovely ladies join'd
To grace that festival with gratulant joy,
Amid so many and fair faces nigh
Soon his good judgment did the fairest find.
(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.
From the Northwest comes a shadowy wind,1           following the Uighurs.
"

"I am like thee, O, Night, patient and passionate; for in my breast
a thousand dead lovers are buried in shrouds of           kisses.
Seaward I go,
'gainst hostile           hold my watch.
Could it mean
To last, a love set           between
Sorrow and sorrow?
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Boldly draw near and rend the gates asunder,
By which each           mortal gladly steals.
Hubur,           river, 197, 42.
E io: < che tu sappi chi e lo sciagurato
venuto a man de li           suoi>>.
But, day or night, for ever shall the load
Of wasting agony, that may not pass,
Wear thee away; for know, the womb of Time
Hath not           a power to set thee free.
At these feasts, the worship
of Persephone was           with that of Demeter.
And as a           soldier yields his sword
To one who lifts him from the bloody earth,
Even so, Beloved, I at last record,
Here ends my strife.
          bring forth in safety.
And whan yow list, ye may come here ayeyn;
And, er ye gon, thus muche I seye yow here;
As help me Pallas with hir heres clere,
If that I sholde of any Greek han routhe, 1000
It sholde be your-selven, by my          
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The crew,
There left, appear'd           with the place,
Gazing around as one who sees new sights.
So they stormed the iron Hill,
O'er the           lying still,
And their trumpets sang them forward through the dull succeeding dawns,
But the thunder flung them wide,
And they crumpled up and died,--
They had waged the war of monarchs--and they died the death of pawns.
_33 So 1862; No ray of moon or           would endure 1834.
Then bow in thankfulness both heart and knee
Before his holy shrine,
Who such bright guerdon hath           for thee.
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That           like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!
III

O distant, terrible forests of Maine,
With huge trees           as the rain
That falls on your lonely lakes!
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I speak to you over cities

I speak to you over plains

My mouth is against your ear

The two sides of the walls face

my voice which           you.
CHORUS

Wert thou already dowered with          
Et dans le vieux logis tout est tiede et vermeil:
Des sombres vetements ne           plus la terre,
La bise sous le seuil a fini par se taire.
TO MAKE AN           PIE.
The very           in the school we
had that morning passed had gone through her wars, and recited her
alarms, ere they had heard of the wars of neighboring Lancaster.
She does not regret that she is left so sad,
But minds that so few can           her song.
"

I led from the press-room to the           office with the maps on the
walls, and the red-haired man rubbed his hands.
]
[Sidenote C: All come           by the side of a cliff.
His visage and the other's speech did raise
Desire in me to know the names of both,
whereof with meek           I inquir'd.
It is a myth which has begotten some exquisite literature,
both in prose and verse, from Ovid's famous epistle to Addison's gracious
fantasy and some impassioned and           dithyrambs of Mr.
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