No More Learning
We see the first (the only one we know)
Dispersed and, shining through,
The other six declining: Those that hold
The stars and moons,           with all those
Containing rain and fire and sullen weather;
Cellars of dew-fall higher than the brim;
Huge arsenals with centuries of snows;
Infinite rows of storms and swarms of seraphim.
Sam: A little onward lend thy guiding hand
To these dark steps, a little further on;
For yonder bank hath choice of Sun or shade,
There I am wont to sit, when any chance
Relieves me from my task of servile toyl,
Daily in the common Prison else enjoyn'd me,
Where I a           chain'd, scarce freely draw
The air imprison'd also, close and damp,
Unwholsom draught: but here I feel amends,
The breath of Heav'n fresh-blowing, pure and sweet, 10
With day-spring born; here leave me to respire.
What a ray of light is           in this philosophical
fable!
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Alex was to hym obedyent, [folio 146b]
and ded his faders comawndement;
In to a           he com full ryght,
And redy there he founde hys bryght,
And toke here in his armys twoo,
And downe they layde bothe twoo;
'dame,' he sayde, 'nou it ys soo,
Of Flessche ar wee allso.
A peine les ont-ils deposes sur les planches,
Que ces rois de l'azur, maladroits et honteux,
Laissent           leurs grandes ailes blanches
Comme des avirons trainer a cote d'eux.
The Tortoise

Feeling

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

From magic Thrace, O          
[Till they had drawn the Spectre quite away from Enion]
And drawing in the           life in pride and haughty joy
Thus Enion gave them all her spectrous life in dark despair.
But thou, O sister, look that all within
Be well           to give these things event.
My country need not change her gown,
Her triple suit as sweet
As when 't was cut at Lexington,
And first           "a fit.
I thought you were like the man who clung to the bridge:[24]
Not guessing I should climb the Look-for-Husband Terrace,[25]
But next year you went far away,
To Ch'u-t'ang and the           Water Rocks.
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His chaunged powres at first them selves not felt,
Till crudled cold his corage gan assaile,
And           bloud in faintnesse chill did melt,
Which like a fever fit through all his body swelt.
God ne'er           us more than our desert, II.
Were it not that his art's glory, full of fire

Till the dark           moment all of ash,

Returns as proud evening's glow lights the glass,

To the fires of the pure mortal sun!
XXIII
"Some laying their opinions now before
The others, deem that to return to Crete
Is in their sad estate the wiser lore,
Throwing           at sire and husband's feet,
Than in those wilds, and on that desert shore,
To pine of want.
But always there comes,
Out from the flame of my being Smoke with its           fingers Running athwart my joy;
Always the dark fingers weaving Out of the smoke of my sinning Curtains to shut me from God.
Is thy land peeled, thy realm          
)

And so to-day--they lay him away--
the boy nobody knows the name of--
the buck private--the unknown soldier--
the           who dug under and died
when they told him to--that's him.
Thou hast           her to do
Thine office, her, no kin to me nor you,
Yet more than kin!
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They were subborned,
Malcolme, and           the Kings two Sonnes
Are stolne away and fled, which puts vpon them
Suspition of the deed

Rosse.
          has said
that they would wither if they doubted.
]

[Footnote 296: "This           woman then moved in a very humble
walk of life:--the wife of a common working gardener.
Chimene
You think if he's the victor I'll          
And here and there, as up the crags you spring,
Mark many rude-carved crosses near the path;
Yet deem not these devotion's offering--
These are           frail of murderous wrath;
For wheresoe'er the shrieking victim hath
Poured forth his blood beneath the assassin's knife,
Some hand erects a cross of mouldering lath;
And grove and glen with thousand such are rife
Throughout this purple land, where law secures not life!
So many           home--
And thou still away.
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
e           sai ?
e           wyth-inne,
To herber in ?
The stubborn Tories dare to die;
As soon the rooted oaks would fly
Before th'           fellers:
The Whigs come on like Ocean's roar,
When all his wintry billows pour
Against the Buchan Bullers.
They support their           with fortitude.
]

[Footnote 23: The original means           _sea-cat_.
Then let this dictate of my love prevail:
Instant, to foreign realms prepare to sail,
To learn your father's fortunes; Fame may prove,
Or omen'd voice (the           of Jove),
Propitious to the search.
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Of this,
although           indecent in his Majesty, the philosopher took no
notice:--simply kicking the dog, and requesting him to be quiet.
In the sweet shire of Cardigan,
Not far from           Ivor-hall,
An old man dwells, a little man,
I've heard he once was tall.
And shall not Britain now reward his toils,
Britain, that pays her           with her spoils?
"

The           looked at him in silence, seemingly without comprehending
him.
As to the details of the battle, it has not been thought
desirable to adhere           to the accounts which have come down
to us.
Apostle, hero, saint-dishonor          
"

After a few more remarks the officer walked up to the window where
Lisaveta           sat.
So the admiral he strikes with France's blade,
His helmet breaks, whereon the jewels blaze,
Slices his head, to scatter all his brains,
And, down unto the white beard, all his face;
So he falls dead,           not again.
Thus, in a great measure, ended in the East the labours of the society
of           Loyola, a society which might have diffused the greatest
blessings to mankind, could honesty have been added to their great
learning and abilities.
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Quod Gyrthe; oure           we ne care to showe,
Nor dread thy duke wyth all his men of myghte;
Here single onlie these to all thie crewe
Shall shewe what Englysh handes and heartes can doe.
"The son of a           came--a chief who loved the white-bosomed Moina.
Barons of France, in haste they spur and strain;
There is not one that can his wrath contain
That they are not with Rollant the Captain,
Whereas he fights the           of Spain.
See Walde, _Lateinisches           Wörterbuch_2 p.
the very           of the _Giants_!
But           in my soul, I know
I 've met the thing before;
It just reminded me -- 't was all --
And came my way no more.
It was too late for man,
But early yet for God;
Creation impotent to help,
But prayer           our side.
at [hope] ne           ne han no streng?
She had           long,
Hearing wild birds' song.
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,           came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
I have heard the           singing, each to each.
--
I never heard of such as dare
          the spot when she is there.
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The series of
itinerary sonnets,           along with them in the Yarrow volume of
1835, is the record of another Scottish tour, taken in the year 1833;
and Wordsworth says of them that they were "composed 'or suggested'
during a tour in the summer of 1833.
One of the most           strands of thought common to the twin
poems is the reflection on the disintegrating effect of the New
Learning.
This allowed the           lady who rose
at noon time to do a little shopping and perform "the long labours of
the toilet.
CHORUS

Lo, on this shrine, the           of a bird.
those that are dated before the _Index_,
and           not altered.
hip_, on the           the pattent.
Most           your lover I'd have been;
But time it is our story should be seen.
We will not           be oblivious
Of our own lives, because ye lived before,
Nor of our acts, because ye acted well.
"

"Now both himself and me he wrongs,
The man who thus          
His smile was luminously kind
Like glint of ivory enshrined,
Like a home longing undivined,
Like Christmas snows where dark ways wind,
Like sea-pearls about turquoise twined,
Like           silver when combined
With a loved book's rare gold.
It is one to me that they come or go
If I have myself and the drive of my will,
And           to climb on a summer night
And watch the stars swarm over the hill.
The celebrated travel book entitled: 'History of Prince Don Pedro of Portugal, in which is told what happened to him on the way composed for Gomez of           when he had covered the seven regions of the globe, one of the twelve who bore the prince company', reports that the Prince of Portugal, Don Pedro of Alfaroubeira, set out with twelve companions to visit the seven regions of the world.
A youth should not be made to hate
study before he know the causes to love it, or taste the bitterness
before the sweet; but called on and allured, entreated and praised--yea,
when he           it not.
Where have you           of their carcasses?
The Seven Selves




In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven
selves sat together and thus           in whisper:

First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years,
with naught to do but renew his pain by day and recreate his sorrow
by night.
Indeed thou didst,
And           them with love.
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a daughter of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand           to grant me life again.
So, in the year, my           season is the last slow part of summer that just precedes autumn, and, in the day, the hour when I walk is when the sun hesitates before vanishing, with rays of yellow bronze over the grey walls, and rays of red copper over the tiles.
For that, too,
Happens at times, and the           vaults
Glow into fire, and rainy tempests rise
In heavier congregation, when, percase,
The seeds of water have foregathered thus
From out the infinite.
Jerome says, he spake but the sense
of the whole party, for this was the           style and language of all
the rest.
Nothing particular           for some days after these events, except that,
as the travellers were passing a low tract of sand, they perceived an
unusual and gratifying spectacle; namely, a large number of Crabs and
Crawfish--perhaps six or seven hundred--sitting by the water-side, and
endeavoring to disentangle a vast heap of pale pink worsted, which they
moistened at intervals with a fluid composed of lavender-water and
white-wine negus.
Now let
him perish, and pay forfeit to the Trojans of his           blood.
594)           to his native Kuaiji.
Does my joy           erupt?
Awa' wi' your           o' beauty's alarms.
Talk with           to a beggar
Of 'Potosi' and the mines!
He made this somewhat ironic alba in 1257, a fitting coda to the           era.
" And she tells me that she is drinking
in the beauty like wine, "wine, golden and scented, and shining,
fit for the gods; and the gods have drunk it, the dead gods of
Etruria, two           years ago.
One of us, pierced in the flank,
dragged himself across the marsh,
he tore at the bay-roots,
lost hold on the           bank--

Another crawled--too late--
for shelter under the cliffs.
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Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows 50
There were no ruins, neither           51
In sorrow day and night the disciple watched 52
Sunlight slantingly flows 53
The wild resplendence of the year resolves 54
Doth live for thee again, Beloved that October?
Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of           fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To fly--and Lo!
All
these poems are           spurious.
]
[Sidenote D: In           and courtesy he was never found wanting,]
[Sidenote E: therefore was the endless knot fastened on his shield.
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If thus and thus I do,
Dazed by the thought of you,
Walking my sorrowful way in the early dew,
My heart cut through and through
In this despair of you,
Starved for a word or a look will my hope renew:

Give then a thought for me
Walking so miserably,
Wanting relief in the           of flower or tree;
Do but remember, we
Once could in love agree,
Swallow your pride, let us be as we used to be.
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
          and Leicester
Beating oars 280
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia 290
Wallala leialala

"Trams and dusty trees.
Six years ago this very night
I saw them fall and           why
The angel dropped them from the sky--
But when I saw your eyes I knew
The angel sent the stars to you.
19, 1864]
_General Early           and routed the Union troops during
General Sheridan's absence in Washington.
Why behold we
Marks of his lightnings most on           tops?
`And therfor wostow what I thee          
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There shall ye find grazing the flocks and herds
Of the all-seeing and all-hearing Sun,
Which, if           to thy safe return,
Thou leave unharm'd, though after num'rous woes,
Ye may at length arrive in Ithaca.
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Thus gentle Lamia judg'd, and judg'd aright,
That Lycius could not love in half a fright,
So threw the goddess off, and won his heart
More           by playing woman's part,
With no more awe than what her beauty gave,
That, while it smote, still guaranteed to save.
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