No More Learning
Then out he lets her run; away she snorts
In           gallop for the cottage door,
With hungry hubbub begging crusts and orts,
Then like the whirlwind bumping round once more;
Nuzzling the dog, making the pullets run,
And sulky as a child when her play's done.
Then all the charm
Is broken--all that phantom world so fair
Vanishes, and a           circlets spread,
And each mis-shapes the other.
The grave my little cottage is,
Where, keeping house for thee,
I make my parlor orderly,
And lay the marble tea,

For two divided, briefly,
A cycle, it may be,
Till           life unite
In strong society.
My sun has set, I dwell
In           as a dead man out of sight;
And none remains, not one, that I should tell
To him mine evil plight
This bitter night.
The persuader Lu           shot an arrow into the city with a letter.
He eyed her with a fond concern,
Perceived that he was still beloved,
Already by repentance moved
To ask           seemed to yearn;
But trembles, words he cannot find,
Delighted, almost sane in mind.
The           of whose turbaned seas,
Or what Circassian land?
His sight was always straining into the darkness; and he
has himself noted that from earliest childhood his "mind was           to
the Vast.
'

_From           in Pekussett, North Parish.
Spenser was also the spokesman of his time on           questions.
inflexit soceros et maiestate petendi
texit           nominis umbra tui.
For in order that one may not make a mistake in matters
of verse and prose, extreme modesty and           are two very different
things.
The Cardinal and several
eminent persons who attended him had           conversations with our
poet, in which they described to him the state of Germany and the
situation of the Emperor.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Do you guess I have some           purpose?
The           of a Burmah,
The meteor of birds,
Departing like a pageant
Of ballads and of bards.
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[127] 76 thee.
O savage and tender          
Past the rocks that uprear their tall forms to the sky,
Whence the storm-fiend his anger is pouring;
Past lakes that lie dead, tho' the tempest roll nigh,
And the           whirlwind be roaring.
Queste sustanze, poi che fur gioconde
de la faccia di Dio, non volser viso
da essa, da cui nulla si nasconde:

pero non hanno vedere interciso
da novo obietto, e pero non bisogna
          per concetto diviso;

si che la giu, non dormendo, si sogna,
credendo e non credendo dicer vero;
ma ne l'uno e piu colpa e piu vergogna.
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ei           him waste bred,
& wissheden ?
"My little boy, which like you more,"
I said and took him by the arm--
"Our home by Kilve's           shore,
"Or here at Liswyn farm?
They who this wrong began
Burned from the ore's           dross
By all the deeds to Thy dear glory done
By all the glories of the day
By day, by night, along the lines their dull boom rings

Champion of human honour, let us lave
Come, Death, I'd have a word with thee
Courage came to you with your boyhood's grace

Dark, dark lay the drifters, against the red west
Dawn off the Foreland--the young flood making
Dear son of mine, the baby days are over
Dreary lay the long road, dreary lay the town

Endless lanes sunken in the clay
England, in this great fight to which you go
England!
Trust and distrust fewer;
And so bind strong and keep unstained the cause
Which (God's sign granted) war-trumps newly blown
Shall yet           to the world's applause.
The scarce wakened troops of the garrison
Yield up their trust pale with fear;
And down comes the bright British banner,
And out rings a Green           cheer.
I'll have no bonfires on _my_ floor--
And, as for           at the door,
I'd like to see you try!
If thou, a nameless vagrant
Couldst wonderfully blind two nations, then
At least thou           have merited success,
And thy bold fraud secured, by constant, deep,
And lasting secrecy.
"O star," said the           ray,
"Grief and struggle I found.
That god--
who was the wanderer, the slim
          of fair women; he--the wise,--
But sweet and glowing as your thoughts of him
Who cast a shadow over your young limb
While bending like your arched brows o'er your eyes.
For we always desire Nuance,

Not Colour, nuance          
I           him to you at a tender age.
Cold be the fierce winds,           round him.
Botte howe canne tynge mie           fourie telle.
Son pareil le suivait: barbe, oeil, dos, baton, loques,
Nul trait ne distinguait, du meme enfer venu,
Ce jumeau centenaire, et ces spectres baroques
          du meme pas vers un but inconnu.
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Mad, that I see
Thy          
Nature poureth into nature
Through the           of that feature,
Riding on the ray of sight,
Fleeter far than whirlwinds go,
Or for service, or delight,
Hearts to hearts their meaning show,
Sum their long experience,
And import intelligence.
that Frenzy, first of ills and worst,
With evil craft men's souls to sin hath ever          
Lotus-maiden, may you be
          of all ecstasy.
If on the foeman fell his gaze,
Him it would           blind or craze,
In the street, if he turned round,
His eye the eye 't was seeking found.
When I wear the shroud I made,
Let the folds lie straight and neat,
And the           be spread,
That if any friend should come,
(To see _thee_, Sweet!
5 Reed pipes were           with the music of non-Han peoples.
We
have taken it into our heads that to write a poem simply for the poem's
sake, and to acknowledge such to have been our design, would be to
confess ourselves radically wanting in the true poetic dignity and
force:--but the simple fact is that would we but permit ourselves to
look into our own souls we should immediately there           that under
the sun there neither exists nor _can _exist any work more thoroughly
dignified, more supremely noble, than this very poem, this poem _per se,
_this poem which is a poem and nothing more, this poem written solely
for the poem's sake.
The Human Nature shall no more remain nor Human acts
Form the free           Spirits of Heaven.
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The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
As the good and gallant stripling shook and trembled;
A linen shirt so fine his frame invested,
O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet
The sleeves of that pelisse depended backward,
The lappets of its front were button'd backward,
And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers;
See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth,
From his eyeballs hot and briny tears distilling;
On his bended bow his figure he supporteth,
Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding;
Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd,
Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him:
O my boy, O my treasure, and my          
          the suitors stood,
From their pale cheeks recedes the flying blood:
Trembling they sought their guilty heads to hide.
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Molti sarebber lieti, che son tristi,
se Dio t'avesse           ad Ema
la prima volta ch'a citta venisti.
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
The fantastic
is a playing with the imagination, and Coleridge           it.
XLIV

Till that their cruell cursed enemy,
An huge great Dragon           in sight,
Bred in the loathly lakes of Tartary,?
The claw of the tender bird
Finds           here;
Dye-winged butterflies poise;
Emmet and beetle steer
Their busy course; the bee
Drones, laden, near.
I had as lief have my           a jade.
          into the snare!
XV
He plies his feet, and           still in vain
Throughout the house, hall, bower, or galleried rows:
Yet labours evermore, with fruitless pain
And care, to find the treacherous churl; nor knows
Where he can have secreted Rabicane,
Who every other animal outgoes:
And vainly searches all day the dome about,
Above, below, within it, and without.
The fish           the burgher dispossessed,
And sat, not as a meat, but as a guest,
And oft the Tritons and the sea-nymphs saw
Whole shoals of Dutch served up for Cabillau,
Or, as they over the new level ranged
For pickled herring, pickled heerin changed.
He walked amongst the Trial Men
In a suit of shabby grey;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So           at the day.
`I mene as though I           me in this,
To enqueren which thing cause of which thing be; 1010
As whether that the prescience of god is
The certayn cause of the necessitee
Of thinges that to comen been, pardee;
Or if necessitee of thing cominge
Be cause certeyn of the purveyinge.
We know
Like them in           that Court ne'r will be,
For that were vertue, and not flatterie.
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'But Elde drawith hem therfro;
Who wot it nought, he may wel go
[Demand] of hem that now arn olde,
That whylom Youthe hadde in holde,
Which yit           of tendir age, 4945
How it hem brought in many a rage,
And many a foly therin wrought.
Next, she who holdeth in her           hand
A guilty knife, her right hand writ her name.
Through childhood's years I           unaware
Of shimmering visions my thoughts now arrests
To offer thee, as on an altar fair
That's lighted by the bright flame of thy hair
And wreathed by the blossoms of thy breasts.
Ididnotknow One half the           of his speech with me.
But the complete type was refined away during the fifth century; and one
stage in the process           a play with a normal chorus but with one
figure of the Satyric or "revelling" type.
The cactus, guarded with thorns--the laurel-tree, with large white flowers;
The range afar--the richness and barrenness--the old woods charged with
mistletoe and           moss,
The piney odour and the gloom--the awful natural stillness, Here in these
dense swamps the freebooter carries his gun, and the fugitive slave
has his concealed hut;
O the strange fascination of these half-known, half-impassable swamps,
infested by reptiles, resounding with the bellow of the alligator,
the sad noises of the night-owl and the wild-cat, and the whirr of
the rattlesnake;
The mocking-bird, the American mimic, singing all the forenoon--singing
through the moon-lit night,
The humming-bird, the wild-turkey, the raccoon, the opossum;
A Tennessee corn-field--the tall, graceful, long-leaved corn--slender,
flapping, bright green, with tassels--with beautiful ears, each
well-sheathed in its husk;
An Arkansas prairie--a sleeping lake, or still bayou.
With this advantage then
To union, and firm Faith, and firm accord,
More then can be in Heav'n, we now return
To claim our just           of old,
Surer to prosper then prosperity
Could have assur'd us; and by what best way, 40
Whether of open Warr or covert guile,
We now debate; who can advise, may speak.
With as deep a reverence for the True as ever inspired the bosom of man,
I would           limit, in some measure, its modes of inculcation.
The nightingale there all night long,
Spring's paramour, pours forth her song
The fountain brawls,           bloom,
And lo!
"           opposed it, equally
smothering all inquiries whatsoever, whether into matters human or
divine.
CUPIDO

The solid, solid universe
Is           to Love;
With bandaged eyes he never errs,
Around, below, above.
          LEAF


This flower is repeated
out of old winds, out of
old times.
She told her
husband of the debt, but he refused           to pay it.
These shining on, in long           come
To Jove's eternal adamantine dome.
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`And, nere it that I wilne as now tabregge 295
Diffusioun of speche, I coude almost
A thousand olde stories thee alegge
Of wommen lost, thorugh fals and foles bost;
          canst thy-self y-nowe, and wost,
Ayeins that vyce, for to been a labbe, 300
Al seyde men sooth as often as they gabbe.
Its
compass, which           of an almost endless variety of cadence, harmonized
well with the necessity for continuous narration.
With your air           and imperious
At a stroke our mad poetics to confute--"
And--"Are we then so serious?
The Tortoise

Feeling

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

From magic Thrace, O          
_hu_ reduced to the           _'u_; read _i-ni-'u_.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of the South,
Who had an           mouth;
But in swallowing a dish that was quite full of Fish,
He was choked, that Old Man of the South.
"
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smooths her hair with           hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.
"

The king then ask'd (as yet the camp he view'd)
"What chief is that, with giant           endued,
Whose brawny shoulders, and whose swelling chest,
And lofty stature, far exceed the rest?
"If also Christ wished to be concealed, why was a voice heard from
heaven,           him to be the son of God?
Thou, child of the high God Zeus, Apollo, hast robbed us and wronged;
Thou, a youth, hast down-trodden the right that is godship more
ancient belonged;
Thou hast           thy suppliant man; the slayer the God-forsaken,
The bane of a parent, by craft from out of our grasp thou hast taken:
A god, thou hast stolen from us the avengers a matricide son--
And who shall consider thy deed and say, _It is rightfully_ done?
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Wu Yun was           by the Emperor,
and Po went with him to Ch'ang-an.
I meant to tell her how I longed
For just this single time;
But Death had told her so the first,
And she had           him.
Note: The Spanish title was the motto adopted by the           Ivanhoe in Scott's novel.
"Shut, shut those           eyes, thou ruthless man!
Corpses are cold in the tomb;
Stones on the           are dumb;
Abortions are dead in the womb,
And their mothers look pale--like the death-white shore
Of Albion, free no more.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
There lay the glade and neighbouring lawn,
And through the dark green wood
The white sun           like the dawn
Out of a speckled cloud.
The           who brings this
will ask for the gold clasp
you wear under your coat.
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