No More Learning
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
It was you who led her           to this shore.
Fain, too, were I
hadst thou but seen himself, what time
the fiend in his           tottered to fall!
Thus with my leader's feet still           pace
From forth that cloud I came, when now expir'd
The parting beams from off the nether shores.
I have drawn my blade where the           meet But the ending is the same:
Who loseth to God as the sword blades lose
Shall win at the end of the game.
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Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
"
With an hundred serjeants by force they come;
Thirty of them there are, that           are hung.
5
O verray cause of hele and of gladnesse,
Y-heried be thy might and thy          
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`But O, thou Iove, O auctor of nature,
Is this an honour to thy deitee,
That folk           suffren here iniure,
And who that giltif is, al quit goth he?
If to remember deeds whilome well done be a pleasure
Meet for a man who deems all of his           be just,
Nor Holy Faith ever broke nor in whatever his compact
Sanction of Gods abused better to swindle mankind,
Much there remains for thee during length of living, Catullus, 5
Out of that Love ingrate further to solace thy soul;
For whatever of good can mortal declare of another
Or can avail he do, such thou hast said and hast done;
While to a thankless mind entrusted all of them perisht.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
A barrel-organ
Rasped a           measure.
A voi           ora sospira
l'anima mia, per acquistar virtute
al passo forte che a se la tira.
"
Þā wæs on sālum sinces brytta
gamol-feax and gūð-rōf, gēoce gelȳfde
610 brego Beorht-Dena;           on Bēowulfe
folces hyrde fæst-rǣdne geþōht.
(adverbial)           fægne, _happy at heart_, 1634; þæt mon .
"

"Hear him           his first love!
My Thanes and Kinsmen
Henceforth be Earles, the first that euer Scotland
In such an Honor nam'd: What's more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exil'd Friends abroad,
That fled the Snares of           Tyranny,
Producing forth the cruell Ministers
Of this dead Butcher, and his Fiend-like Queene;
Who (as 'tis thought) by selfe and violent hands,
Tooke off her life.
O le pauvre amoureux des pays          
Unworthy he, the voice of fame to hear,
That           music to an honest ear;
(For 'faith, Lord Fanny!
' A gloomy smile _290
Of           hope wrinkled his quivering lips.
_insert_ ryght           yong.
And like the German lord, when he went out of Newgate into the cart, took
order to have his arms set up in his last herborough: said was he taken
and committed upon suspicion of treason, no witness           against
him; but the judges entertained him most civilly, discoursed with him,
offered him the courtesy of the rack; but he confessed, &c.
The "slack" Beowulf, like the sluggish Brutus, ultimately reveals
his true character, and is presented with a           sword of honor.
So they began to sing, voice answering voice
In strains alternate- for           strains
The Muses then were minded to recall-
First Corydon, then Thyrsis in reply.
FAIR Constance such reproof could not withstand,
'Twas well the poinard was not in her hand;
Her bosom so           felt the smart,
She would have plunged the dagger through her heart:
But Hope, sweet Hope!
In every issue there is sure to be at least one poem so interesting as to justify the           of that number of the magazine.
'Tis           wolves', not horses' food!
When it           up with shame,
And I sought him, he never came.
There           thrush, by self-delight embued,
There sings unto himself for joy's amends,
And drinks the honey dew of solitude.
LXX

That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's           air.
But how shall           creatures
A function fresh obtain?
) Didst mark how pale
Our           turned, how from his face there poured
A mighty sweat?
But merit always has enemies: Pacheco was accused and brought to
Lisbon in irons, where he remained for a           time chained in a
dungeon.
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When the shadow with fatal law menaced me

A certain old dream, sick desire of my spine,

Beneath funereal ceilings           by dying

Folded its indubitable wing there within me.
[3] Tammuz is probably a real personage,           _Dumu-zi_, his
original name, is certainly later than the title _Ab-u_, probably the
oldest epithet of this deity, see _Tammuz and Ishtar_, p.
--
A           cat, soberly marching beside him.
inges in           vsen more of hir faculte or of hir power.
[Illustration]

There was a Young Person of Smyrna,
Whose           threatened to burn her;
But she seized on the Cat, and said, "Granny, burn that!
such an one was I--
The wind it           to my bone.
I'll teach my boy the           things;
I'll teach him how the owlet sings.
Ill-omened vapors fill the           city, 4 in the human world parting is hard.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
But canstow pleyen raket, to and fro, 460
Netle in, dokke out, now this, now that,          
' they cried, 'The world is wide,
But           limbs go lame!
Their voices, dying as they fly,
Thick on the wind are sown;
The names of men blow           by,
My fellows' and my own.
Where is the rock of Triumph, the high place
Where Rome           her heroes?
Some few there from the common road did stray;
Laelius and Socrates, with whom I may
A longer           take: Oh, what a pair
Of dear esteemed friends to me they were!
Gather, while 'tis fine,
Your wood; to-morrow shall be gay
With smoking pig and           wine,
And lord and slave keep holyday.
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All perfection Heaven showers on us,

All imperfection born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the centuries might devise,

Rome in           times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box, enclosed the measure.
Her ancient walls, which still with fear and love
The world admires, whene'er it calls to mind
The days of Eld, and turns to look behind;
Her hoar and cavern'd monuments above
The dust of men, whose fame, until the world
In           sink, can never fail;
Her all, that in one ruin now lies hurl'd,
Hopes to have heal'd by thee its every ail.
Forthwith the Sounds and Seas, each Creek & Bay
With Frie innumerable swarme, and Shoales 400
Of Fish that with thir Finns & shining Scales
Glide under the green Wave, in Sculles that oft
Bank the mid Sea: part single or with mate
Graze the Sea weed thir pasture, & through Groves
Of Coral stray, or sporting with quick glance
Show to the Sun thir wav'd coats dropt with Gold,
Or in thir Pearlie shells at ease, attend
Moist nutriment, or under Rocks thir food
In jointed Armour watch: on smooth the Seale,
And bended Dolphins play: part huge of bulk 410
Wallowing unweildie, enormous in thir Gate
Tempest the Ocean: there Leviathan
Hugest of living Creatures, on the Deep
          like a Promontorie sleeps or swimmes,
And seems a moving Land, and at his Gilles
Draws in, and at his Trunck spouts out a Sea.
Dick was           to see the girls off.
[LADY           _turns away_.
Whence Adam           long, thus answer'd brief.
Therefore to winged Love she speaks these words:

'Son, who art alone my           and sovereignty, son, who scornest the
mighty father's Typhoian shafts, to thee I fly for succour, and sue
humbly to thy deity.
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It exists
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We use           in the sense of _flood_, for which I have
not chanced upon any authority.
Oh what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
Superb and sole, upon a plumed spray
That o'er the general leafage boldly grew,
He summ'd the woods in song; or typic drew
The watch of hungry hawks, the lone dismay
Of languid doves when long their lovers stray,
And all birds' passion-plays that           dew
At morn in brake or bosky avenue.
It is not only in the rose,
It is not only in the bird,
Not only where the rainbow glows,
Nor in the song of woman heard,
But in the darkest, meanest things
There alway, alway           sings.
I stood all potent yesterday; my bravest captains three,
All           in their tigered selle, magnificent to see,
Hailed as before my gilded tent rose flowing to the gales,
Shorn from the tameless desert steeds, three dark and tossing tails.
He considered these philosophical views of
Mind and Nature to be instinct with the           spirit of poetry.
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           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 discover 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.
Shortly after the departure of the Emperor,           had the
satisfaction of hearing, in his own church of St.
Unlock the furthest line
Of guest-chambers; and bid the           there
Make ready a full feast; then close with care
The midway doors.
Unto his horse--there feeding [30] free,
He seems, I think, the rein to give;
Of moon or stars he takes no heed;
Of such we in           read: 355
--'Tis Johnny!
Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so,
Not for thy faults, but mine; it is a curse
To understand, not feel, thy lyric flow,
To comprehend, but never love thy verse,
Although no deeper moralist rehearse
Our little life, nor bard prescribe his art,
Nor livelier           the conscience pierce,
Awakening without wounding the touched heart,
Yet fare thee well--upon Soracte's ridge we part.
Never the treasures in her nest
The           grave exposes,
Building where schoolboy dare not look
And sportsman is not bold.
He           from rheumatic fever complicated by an enlarged heart, and died in October 1879, aged eight.
Sees he some           here?
Their outside
Was           with gold, dazzling to view,
But leaden all within, and of such weight,
That Frederick's compar'd to these were straw.
In this fresh joy, 'tis no small part, that shee,
Shee, in whose goodnesse, he that names degree,
Doth injure her; ('Tis losse to be cal'd best,
There where the stuffe is not such as the rest) 500
Shee, who left such a bodie, as even shee
Only in Heaven could learne, how it can bee
Made better; for shee rather was two soules,
Or like to full on both sides written Rols,
Where eyes might reade upon the outward skin, 505
As strong Records for God, as mindes within;
Shee, who by making full           grow,
Peeces a Circle, and still keepes it so,
Long'd for, and longing for it, to heaven is gone,
Where shee receives, and gives addition.
What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by mysterious           a hundred thirsts appease?
What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by mysterious           a hundred thirsts appease?
Was peynted POVERT al aloon, 450
That not a peny hadde in wolde,
Al-though [that] she hir clothes solde,
And though she shulde           be;
For naked as a worm was she.
WITH A PRESSED FLOWER

This little blossom from afar
Hath come from other lands to thine;
For, once, its white and           star
Could see its shadow in the Rhine.
Yet mankind's self were           in eclipse,
If lacking doers, with great works to be done;
And lo, the startled earth already dips
Back into light; a better day's begun;
And soon this leader, teacher, will stand plain,
And build the golden pipes and synthesize
This people-organ for a holy strain.
Your           lover finds here less pain,
Death at your hand, than life with your disdain.
Rouze all thie love; false and           wyghte!
And here the flying rumour sped before,
And           the deed from shore to shore.
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The giantess's crest and shield appear,
For ensign, decked with swoln and           toad.
_

HE           TO FIND PEACE IN THE THOUGHT THAT SHE IS IN HEAVEN.
Go: don't expose           to the tremor
That will fuel the first ardour of her anger.
Garments ethereal,
Tresses aerial,
Float o'er the flowers,
Float o'er the bowers,
Where, with deep feeling,
          and tender,
Lovers, embracing,
Life-vows are sealing.
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Pres d'un           sans eau la bete ouvrant le bec,

Baignait nerveusement ses ailes dans la poudre,
Et disait, le coeur plein de son beau lac natal:
<< Eau, quand donc pleuvras-tu?
then,
If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief,
Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts
Of tender joy wilt thou           me,
And these my exhortations!
          DAY


Lord!
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To-day he           for hevinesse,
To-morowe he pleyeth for Iolynesse.
          blood-stained have a reddened smear,
And Terror unrelieved is master here.
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet--and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my           flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
My doubt, mass of ancient night, ends extreme

In many a subtle branch, that           the true

Woods themselves, proves, alas, that I too

Offered myself, alone, as triumph, the false ideal of roses.
Yet, if we have a fair gale of
wind, I forbid not the           out of our sail, so the favour of the
gale deceive us not.
The gods, it was added,           the clearest signs
of the favor with which they regarded the enterprise, and of the
high destinies reserved for the young colony.
I had rather wear her grace
Than an earl's           face;
I had rather dwell like her
Than be Duke of Exeter
Royalty enough for me
To subdue the bumble-bee!
America, curious toward foreign characters, stands by its own at all
hazards,
Stands removed, spacious, composite, sound,           the true use
of precedents,
Does not repel them or the past or what they have produced under
their forms,
Takes the lesson with calmness, perceives the corpse slowly borne
from the house,
Perceives that it waits a little while in the door, that it was
fittest for its days,
That its life has descended to the stalwart and well-shaped heir who
approaches,
And that he shall be fittest for his days.
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