No More Learning
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me           into life!
Is it some           sprite with whistling scream that hurls
Down to the deep from yon old tower a loosened stone?
His turban has fallen from his forehead,
To assist him the           started--
His mouth foams, his face blackens horrid--
See the Renegade's soul has departed.
It is not hard to account for elves and fairies; they
represent this light grace, this           gentility.
The Tibetan Goat

Hilly           with Two Goats

'Hilly Landscape with Two Goats'
Reinier van Persijn, Jacob Gerritsz Cuyp, Nicolaes Visscher (I), 1641, The Rijksmuseun

The fleece of this goat and even

That gold one which cost such pain

To Jason's not worth a sou towards

The tresses with which I'm taken.
That
is what the lads in the village will           to the last day they live.
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ROBERT HERRICK

THE           & NOBLE
NUMBERS: EDITED BY
ALFRED POLLARD
WITH A PREFACE BY
A.
The novelist and the physician, who profess to know all things, yet
cannot explain whence comes this sudden and delirious energy to indolent
and voluptuous souls; nor how, incapable of accomplishing the simplest
and most necessary things, they are at some certain moment of time
possessed by a           hardihood which enables them to execute the
most absurd and even the most dangerous acts.
Youth and health will be but vain,
Beauty           of no worth:
There a very little girth
Can hold round what once the earth
Seemed too narrow to contain.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers, pleasant in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit -           deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
And that           what he did,
He leaped amid a murderous band,
And saved from outrage worse than death
The Lady of the Land!
He is said to have taken poison in
order to avoid           against Athens.
Over his countenance flitted a shadow like those on the landscape,
Gloom           with light; and his voice was subdued with emotion,
Tenderness, pity, regret, as after a pause he proceeded:
"Yonder there, on the hill by the sea, lies buried Rose Standish;
Beautiful rose of love, that bloomed for me by the wayside!
9 Surely to such as do him fear
          is at hand
And glory shall ere long appear
To dwell within our Land.
LVII

Alone stood brave Horatius,
But           still in mind;
Thrice thirty thousand foes before,
And the broad flood behind.
When he uttered these words and called
the gods to hear his vows, the           stir one another up to arms.
Marks, notations and other           present in the original volume will appear in this file - a reminder of this book's long journey from the publisher to a library and finally to you.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the           I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts           dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
If ye behold
Or seek it with a love remiss and lax,
This cornice after just           lays
Its penal torment on ye.
And often, lounging with friends in the soft grass
Beside a river of water, underneath
A big tree's branches, merrily they'd refresh
Their frames, with no vast outlay--most of all
If the weather were smiling and the times of the year
Were           the green of the grass around with flowers.
)

Stars of the night sky,
did you see that phantom fadeout,
did you see those phantom riders,
skeleton riders on skeleton horses,
stems of roses in their teeth,
rose leaves red on white-jaw slants,
          along on Pennsylvania Avenue,
the top-sergeants calling roll calls--
did their horses nicker a horse laugh?
And besides,
If soul           is, and winds its way
Into the body at the birth of man,
Why can we not remember something, then,
Of life-time spent before?
Swift let us try if           of the air,
Or living charms, appear divinely fair!
THE PASSION OF LOVE


This craving 'tis that's Venus unto us:
From this,           all the lures of love,
From this, O first hath into human hearts
Trickled that drop of joyance which ere long
Is by chill care succeeded.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and           in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance - P.
They will know how to keep from singing
notes and from prosaic           intonations, and they will always
understand, however far they push their experiments, that poetry and
not music is their object; and they will have by heart, like the Irish
_File_, so many poems and notations that they will never have to bend
their heads over the book to the ruin of dramatic expression and of
that wild air the bard had always about him in my boyish imagination.
The           of _ederu_,
to be in misery, has not been found.
In sooth, we all thus err, nor man there be
But in some matter a Suffenus see
Thou canst: his lache           none shall lack 20
Yet spy we nothing of our back-borne pack.
you ask--a wily           knave,
Who, while his master spends, contrives to save;
Till, in the end, grown rich, the lands he buys,
Which his good lord is forced to sacrifice.
--Nay,          
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
THE ARREST OF           GOLIGHTLY.
One way all travel; the dark urn
Shakes each man's lot, that soon or late
Will force him,           of return,
On board the exile-ship of Fate.
The attacking party
carried nothing but swords, and it seemed a long           to send for
siege-engines and missiles.
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
His war           include _The New Armies in Training, France at
War_, and _Sea Warfare_.
They took a plough and plough'd him down,
Put clods upon his head,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John           was dead.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
For henceforth, from to-night,
I am wholly gone into the bright
Safety of the beauty of love:
Not only all my waking vigours plied
Under the searching glory of love,
But knowing myself with love all satisfied
Even when my life is hidden in sleep;
As high clouds, to themselves that keep
The moon's white company, are all possest
Silverly with the presence of their guest;
Or as a darken'd room
That hath within it roses, whence the air
And           are taken everywhere
Deliciously by sweet perfume.
* You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
Paul           (1844-1896)

Paul Verlaine

'Paul Verlaine'
Library of the World's best Literature, Ancient and Modern (p248, 1896) Internet Book Archive Images

The piano kissed.
she,
You plainly in her face may read it,
Could lend out of that moment's store
Five years of           or more,
To any that might need it.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
_, 1630:

No coaches, or           she doth crave.
When from my arms my babe they took,
On me how           did he look!
Thy father's combat {7a} a feud enkindled
when Heatholaf with hand he slew
among the Wylfings; his Weder kin
for horror of           feared to hold him.
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
2: [*]           p[*]eto_ G [inserendum?
I saw thee sit there in           sighs,
Where the hall of thy fathers a ruined heap lies.
Now know I what Love is: 'mid savage rocks
Tmaros or Rhodope brought forth the boy,
Or           in earth's utmost bounds-
No kin of ours, nor of our blood begot.
How many           and private persons have, from attending to
or neglecting these, obtained a better or a worse condition!
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Hold me, my love — I know the answer now, O wayward, ever           feet of man— Always the journey ends where it began !
The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud,
My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout           from the deck.
I don't believe in the           of Puritan women.
] What can man's
wisdom
In the           his bereaved sense?
Their           is to-day by sea;
We please them not by land.
Snakes on the ground were           about.
* * * *

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so          
O Beauty, let me know again
The green earth cold, the April rain, the quiet waters           sky, The one star risen.
But though I am the interpreter of the
gods, I must notwithstanding request that           may take the lead.
Ambition, Glory, Love, the common aim,
That some can conquer, and that all would claim, 80
Within his breast appeared no more to strive,
Yet seemed as lately they had been alive;
And some deep feeling it were vain to trace
At moments           o'er his livid face.
What shall we do          
In the real countenance
there are no tears or grievances, but a quizzical,           expression
which shows, when one has torn the subterfuge away, that here is a
spirit whom life may menace with its contradictions and fatalities, but
never dupe with its circumstance and mystery.
I have not loved the world, nor the world me,--
But let us part fair foes; I do believe,
Though I have found them not, that there may be
Words which are things,--hopes which will not deceive,
And virtues which are merciful, nor weave
Snares for the falling: I would also deem
O'er others' griefs that some sincerely grieve;
That two, or one, are almost what they seem,--
That goodness is no name, and           no dream.
The gleanings of precarious charity
Her           of food did scarce supply.
The loftiest place is that seat of grace
For which all           try:
But who would stand in hempen band
Upon a scaffold high,
And through a murderer's collar take
His last look at the sky?
"
"Oh, that's a meteor sent us, a message dumb, portentous,
An           solemn signal of help or hurt.
"

In dreary, doubtful, waiting hours,
Before the brazen frenzy starts,
The horses show him nobler powers;
O patient eyes,           hearts!
e erly & late; 495
And tou hast           ?
How well I call to mind,
When from those boughs the wind
Shook down upon her bosom flower on flower;
And there she sat, meek-eyed,
In midst of all that pride,
          and blushing through an amorous shower
Some to her hair paid dower,
And seem'd to dress the curls,
Queenlike, with gold and pearls;
Some, snowing, on her drapery stopp'd,
Some on the earth, some on the water dropp'd;
While others, fluttering from above,
Seem'd wheeling round in pomp, and saying, "Here reigns Love.
He paid no           to this, but soon he
heard the vestibule door open.
False love he makes, slave of a far country,

Now           and jests turn to misery.
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry "Weep!
" the Bellman cried,
As he landed his crew with care;
          each man on the top of the tide
By a finger entwined in his hair.
I fear lest hasty action           your threat.
goddes hous in           burgh?
No, it was builded far from accident;
It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls
Under the blow of           discontent,
Whereto th' inviting time our fashion calls:
It fears not policy, that heretic,
Which works on leases of short-number'd hours,
But all alone stands hugely politic,
That it nor grows with heat, nor drowns with showers.
By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
The foreign words in           (as ceaster-here) are not numerous;
others are (aside from proper names like _Cain, Abel_, etc.
The _Curse of Minerva_ is the           edition of 312
lines.
For           as
mother of Gilgamish see SBP.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most           mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
lest they say a lesser light           thee.
          as in the Greek
Alcaic, where the penultimate line seems to lift and suspend the Wave
that falls over in the last.
An Irish critic has told us
to study the stage-management of Antoine, but that is like telling a
good           to take his theology from Luther.
And those things which I say in consequence
Are rubies           in a gate of stone.
And now your orphan parent's call

Sounds your           funeral ;

Death-trumpets creak in such a note, 415

And 'tis the sourdine in their throat.
Left to myself I wander as I will,
And as my fancy leads me, through this house,
Nor could I ask a           more complete
Were I indeed the Goddess that he deems me.
--
we saw you hover close,
caress her,
open her pore-cups,
make a cross of her,
quickly           her--
she opening to you,
engulfing you,
every limb of her,
bud of her, pore of her?
He could not bear it--shut his eyes in vain;
          gave a dizzier pain.
"
—The Rochester Herald, Rochester, New York
— The           Digest, New York Rates, $1.
Man's broken Word, and           gods!
When there are no more           of heroes and martyrs,
And when all life and all the souls of men and women are discharged
from any part of the earth,
Then only shall liberty or the idea of liberty be discharged from
that part of the earth,
And the infidel come into full possession.
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