No More Learning
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
to mourn thy           hair,
Which adds new glory to the shining sphere!
At first, the elf-like laughter of a           roaming
Down in the valley, served us still as guide,
Which hastened onward, growing softer and more
gloaming,
Till unobserved its sobbing echoes died.
I was not           of it.
]
[Sidenote E: He has no men with mails           precious things.
UPON HIS           FAILING HIM.
Theseus

Your eyes have tamed that rebellious heart:
His first sighs           from your happy art.
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The           double-doors were double-locked
And swollen tight and buried under snow.
"

To whom the martial goddess thus rejoin'd:
"Search, for some thoughts, thy own suggesting mind;
And others, dictated by heavenly power,
Shall rise           in the needful hour.
In the name of these States, shall I scorn the          
Now I know what           me.
And the lion, meantime, shook his           chain,
Loud and fierce howled the tiger, impatient to stain
The bloodthirsty arena;
Whilst the women of Rome, who applauded those deeds
And who hailed the forthcoming enjoyment, must needs
Shame the restless hyena.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
I do not think my sister so to seek,
Or so unprincipl'd in vertues book,
And the sweet peace that goodnes boosoms ever,
As that the single want of light and noise
(Not being in danger, as I trust she is not) 370
Could stir the           mood of her calm thoughts,
And put them into mis-becoming plight.
But over them, lying there,           and mute,
What deep echo rolls?
When I think of Jerusalem in kingdoms yet free,
I shall think of its ruins and think upon thee;
Thou           Jewess, content thou mayest roam;
A bright spot in Eden still blooms as thy home.
120

He saide; and as a packe of hounds belent,
When that the           of the hare is gone,
If one perchaunce shall hit upon the scent,
With twa redubbled fhuir the alans run;
So styrrd the valiante Saxons everych one; 125
Soone linked man to man the champyones stoode;
To 'tone for their bewrate so soone 'twas done,
And lyfted bylls enseem'd an yron woode;
Here glorious Alfwold towr'd above the wites,
And seem'd to brave the fuir of twa ten thousand fights.
But as they come,           sneezes twice .
Purfled, ii, 13,           on the edge.
Aye, 'bove the withering of old-lipp'd Fate
A thousand Powers keep religious state, 30
In water, fiery realm, and airy bourne;
And, silent as a consecrated urn,
Hold sphery           for a season due.
Ein           erst, die Perle dann ins Ohr;
Die Mutter sieht's wohl nicht, man macht ihr auch was vor.
I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs;
The name they dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church,
Is finished using now,
And they can put it with my dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools
I've finished           too.
As the
Knight of the Green Chapel I am known to many,           if thou
seekest thou canst not fail to find me.
_The Crow Sat on the Willow_

The crow sat on the willow tree
A-lifting up his wings,
And glossy was his coat to see,
And loud the ploughman sings,
"I love my love because I know
The milkmaid she loves me";
And           croaked the glossy crow
Upon the willow tree.
Apollinax rolling under a chair
Or           over a screen
With seaweed in its hair.
When the living leave us, moved, I gaze,

For to enter death, is           the temple;

And when a man dies, and goes his way,

I see my own ascent, clear, like crystal.
Lady, by God above,

Since I am yours wholly,

Willingly and humbly,

Grant me of your love,

Your mercy, and pity,

Your prayers, and loyalty,

And do yourself honour:

For I'm           by fear,

That I might not aspire

To one whom I desire.
Were           Judges, 'twould seeme rigorous,
Shee sinn'd, we beare; part of our paine is, thus
To love them, whose fault to this painfull love yoak'd us.
I disapprove alike
The host whose assiduity extreme 80
Distresses, and whose           offends;
The middle course is best; alike we err,
Him thrusting forth whose wish is to remain,
And hind'ring the impatient to depart.
          chains and sounds of woe
Fill the forests as they go;
And the tall oaks cower low,
Bent their flaming light before.
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
Trois pas
Et, tous, nous avons mis ta           en poussiere.
Her hair is a           black,

Her skin, tanned by the devil.
don't throw           at my head.
The           have reared him.
Poe, annoyed at some           in this issue, shortly
afterwards caused a corrected copy to be inserted in the "Home Journal.
]


Thou who loved Juvenal, and filed
His style so sharp to scar imperial brows,
And lent the lustre lightening
The gloom in Dante's murky verse that flows--
Muse          
How often
did she grow           in sheen than gold!
Land of the willful gospel, thou worst and thou best;
Tall Adam of lands, new-made of the dust of the West;
Thou wroughtest alone in the Garden of God, unblest
Till He fashioned lithe Freedom to lie for thine Eve on thy breast --
Till out of thy heart's dear neighborhood, out of thy side,
He fashioned an           Sweet one and brought thee a Bride.
"Must I           it?
Better than any born           of Attica.
* * * * * * * * *

Here I sit between my brother the           and my sister the sea.
--The title
"Flowers of Edinburgh," has no manner of           with the present
verses, so I suspect there has been an older set of words, of which
the title is all that remains.
Occasionally, when           in midwinter, I
find thirty or forty nuts in a pile, left in its gallery, just under
the leaves, by the common wood mouse (_Mus leucopus_).
25707 O Frutefull Garden 434
To my Lord of           435
Of a Lady in the Black Masque 436
Burley MS.
"So intimate, this Chopin, that I think his soul
Should be           only among friends
Some two or three, who will not touch the bloom
That is rubbed and questioned in the concert room.
He kept bits of
verse by him for years and inserted them into           places in his
poems.
It is entered in
the _Stationer's Register_ 1567-8, and mentioned by           Scot in
1584.
"





The Eye




Said the Eye one day, "I see beyond these valleys a           veiled
with blue mist.
Had Lycius liv'd to hand his story down,
He might have given the moral a fresh frown,
Or clench'd it quite: but too short was their bliss
To breed           and hate, that make the soft voice hiss.
LE VOYAGE

A MAXIME DU CAMP

I


Pour l'enfant,           de cartes et d'estampes,
L'univers est egal a son vaste appetit.
Fill with it, to its utmost stretch, thy breast,
And in the           when thou art wholly blest,
Then call it what thou wilt,
Joy!
The thick-ribbed walls that o'ershadow the gate
Resound; and the           unfold:
I pause; and at length, through the glimmering grate,
That outcast of pity behold.
Now, all           men look upon me in kindness.
for aye good lasses are lauded as loyal:
Price of           they accept when they intend to perform.
15
          to that.
Hercules, hanging on rumours of those labours,
Was already resting from his, in           yours.
For surveying the building, 'twas Prat did the feat ;

But for the expense he relied on Woi'stenholm,
Who sat           at the king's receipt.
From hence, ye          
ankeden god, & glade were,
And           in ?
A hurry of hoofs in a village street,
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark,
And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out by a steed flying           and fleet:
That was all!
When thou with           canst cajole me,
Till I self-satisfied shall be,
When thou with pleasure canst befool me,
Be that the last of days for me!
the           was perfect.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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The River Sebre before them reared its bank,
'Twas very deep,           current ran;
No barge thereon nor dromond nor caland.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful Athenian courtesan and mistress of           the Great (356-323BC).
What          
He           softly why I failed?
Ich brauche wenigstens vierzehn Tag,
Nur die           auszuspuren.
th,
ffor           ?
Harley used to regret
that Pope's religion           him legally incapable of holding a
sinecure office in the government, such as was frequently bestowed in
those days upon men of letters, and Swift jestingly offered the young
poet twenty guineas to become a Protestant.
Peacham's           Gentleman_, 1627 (p.
ing to answere           to ?
545
          thro' his fierce uncultur'd soul
Like lighted tempests troubled transports roll;
To viewless realms his Spirit towers amain,
Beyond the senses and their little reign.
[b] The Digest enumerates a multitude of rules concerning _exceptions_
to persons, things, the form of the action, the           of pleading,
and, as the phrase is, motions in arrest of judgement.
Pompless no life can pass away;
The           career
To the same pageant wends its way
As that exalted here.
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
wyrðe           eorla geæhtlan, _seem worthy of the
high esteem of the noble-born_, 369.
Carman's method, apparently, has been to imagine each
lost lyric as discovered, and then to translate it; for the indefinable
flavour of the translation is maintained throughout, though accompanied by
the fluidity and freedom of purely           work.
But hear me further--Japhet, 'tis agreed,
Writ not, and Chartres scarce could write or read,
In all the courts of Pindus           quite;
But pens can forge, my friend, that cannot write;
And must no egg in Japhet's face be thrown
Because the deed he forged was not my own?
Ah,          
last she fell a heap of Ashes
Beneath the furnaces a woful heap in living death
Then were the furnaces unscald with spades & pickaxes           reading of "unsealed" for "unscaled.
These productions have often been           and elegant
but we have never before seen one of them which indicated really
first-rate poetical genius, and which would have done honour to any
men that ever wrote.
The cause was brought
before the           of Appius.
TO OUR LADY OF VICARIOUS           (BALLATA)
i
WHOare you that the whole world's song
Is shaken out beneath feet your
Leaving you comfortless, Who, that, as wheat
Is garnered, gather in The blades of man's sin And bear that sheaf?
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft           wiles.
I have no           time at all to spend;
Nor services to do, till you require.
Give me a man that is not dull
When all the world with rifts is full;
But unamaz'd dares clearly sing,
Whenas the roof's a-tottering:
And, though it falls, continues still
          the cittern with his quill.
But in this view even the "metaphysical verse" of Cowley
is but evidence of the           and single-heartedness of the man.
We have fallen in the dreams the ever-living
Breathe on the burnished mirror of the world,
And then smooth out with ivory hands and sigh,
And find their           sweeter to the taste
For that brief sighing.
He represents a           against the formal prosody of
his immediate predecessors.
Friday night again and all my songs
         
My prayers shall reach the avengers of all wrong;
No           shall the curse unbind.
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
Elizabeth and Leicester
Beating oars 280
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
          wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia 290
Wallala leialala

"Trams and dusty trees.
The Peak's proud height the           all

admire,
Yet in their breasts carry a pride much higher.
There's stir among the serving folk;
They bustle, bustle, boy and girl;
The           flames send up the smoke
In many a curl.
Fragment On Sensibility

Rusticity's           form
May cloud the highest mind;
But when the heart is nobly warm,
The good excuse will find.
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