No More Learning
Oh many a peer of England brews
          liquor than the Muse,
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to man.
Man: Some dismal           it needs must be;
What shall we do, stay here or run and see?
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She who was named eternal, and arrayed
Her           but to conquer--she who veiled
Earth with her haughty shadow, and displayed
Until the o'er-canopied horizon failed,
Her rushing wings--Oh!
For a moment I thought that I saw the smock
Of a           in search of his flock.
To hide my eyes within the night
I watch the           lighthouse gleam
Alternately with red and white.
WITH THE           POEM.
And such a horror calm and dumb,

Admiring nature does benumb ;

The viscous air, where'er she flj,

Follows and sucks her azure dye ;

The jellying stream           below,

If it might fix her shadow so ;

The stupid fishes hang, as plain

As flies in crystal overtaken.
ROBERT HERRICK: HIS           UNTO POETRY.
His majesty having commanded a general
muster of the militia throughout the kingdom, the city of _London_
not only mustered 6000 citizens           armed, who performed their
several evolutions with surprizing dexterity; but a martial spirit
appeared amongst the rising generation.
WHEN Easter came, new           rose
Then, in confession, ALL she should disclose.
A reprint of
this volume in 1640 is           called the Second Folio.
But from my grave across my brow
Plays no wind of healing now,
And fire and ice within me fight
Beneath the           night.
Wearied of war-horse,           one glides
In gilded barge, or in crowned, velvet car,
From gay Whitehall to gloomy Temple Bar--"
(Where--had you slipt, that head were bleaching now!
          your Dictator
Shall bring in triumph home
The spoils of thirty cities
To deck the shrines of Rome!
The self-same moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The           fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
What hath availed me Syrtes or Scylla, what desolate          
Prom thousand blossoms came a bubbling
'Mid purple sheen of sorcery,
The song of countless           singing
Broke through the Spring's first cry of glee.
"Art thou a Lombard, my          
Toward the piano they both shyly glanced
For she would sing to him on many a night,
And the child seated in the fading light
Would listen strangely as if half entranced,

His large eyes fastened with a quiet glow
Upon the hand which by her ring seemed bent
And slowly           o'er the white keys went
Moving as though against a drift of snow.
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"IN YOUTH I HAVE KNOWN ONE"

_How often we forget all time, when lone
          Nature's universal throne;
Her woods--her wilds--her mountains-the intense
Reply of Hers to Our intelligence!
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In attempting des oeufs a la Princesse, he had
unfortunately perpetrated an omelette a la Reine; the discovery of a
principle in ethics had been           by the overturning of a stew;
and last, not least, he had been thwarted in one of those admirable
bargains which he at all times took such especial delight in bringing
to a successful termination.
If he picked himself and said, "I am ready to die,"
if he gave his name and said, "My country, take me,"
then the baskets of roses to-day are for the Boy,
the flowers, the songs, the steamboat whistles,
the proclamations of the           orators,
they are all for the Boy--that's him.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
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LXXXIII


In the quiet garden world,
Gold           and shadow leaves
Flicker on the wall.
"

And the Scribe bowed low in dread,
And unto           said:
"Allah is great and just,
But we are as ashes and dust;
How shall I do this thing,
When I know that my guilty head
Will be forfeit to the King?
Once, in error, I entered public life;
I am           ashamed that my talents were not sufficient.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether           with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
Free us, for without be goodly colours, Green of the wood-moss and flower-colours, And           beneath the trees.
Certainly the keeper of this inn           Horace
and the poet pupils of Epicurus.
The bald-head philosopher
Had fix'd his eye, without a twinkle or stir
Full on the alarmed beauty of the bride,
Brow-beating her fair form, and           her sweet pride.
O how           Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers blooming and luxuriant.
The prudent queen the lofty stair ascends:
At           due a virgin-train attends;
A brazen key she held, the handle turn'd,
With steel and polish'd elephant adorn'd:
Swift to the inmost room she bent her way,
Where, safe reposed, the royal treasures lay:
There shone high heap'd the labour'd brass and ore,
And there the bow which great Ulysses bore;
And there the quiver, where now guiltless slept
Those winged deaths that many a matron wept.
Shall I look again on the camp or walls of          
the           of the dead,
Adorner of the ruin, comforter
And only healer when the heart hath bled--
Time!
iste calorem,
quo digesta capax           semina mundus,
inseruit.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
[This is           to be the last Poem written by the hand, or
conceived by the muse of Burns.
did enfold
With greedie pawes, and over all did spred
His golden wings: his dreadfull hideous hed 270
Close couched on the bever, seem'd to throw
From flaming mouth bright sparkles fierie red,
That suddeine horror to faint harts did show,
And scaly tayle was           adowne his backe full low.
Gilbert           left at his death a widow, the sister of Cane de la
Scala, and four sons, Guido, Simone, Azzo, and Giovanni.
, 'of more           than that they should be called a
quintessence.
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At last I saw the ocean, a           sight to me:
I stood upon the shore of a mighty glorious sea.
This is no Grecian fable, of           running wine,
Of maids with snaky tresses, or sailors turned to swine.
[_He goes with_           _into the house_.
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And all his           fell into decay.
I suppose it will appear in Johnson's second
number--the first was           before my acquaintance with him.
          ?
Thus let this crystall'd lily be
A rule, how far to teach
Your           must reach;
And that no further than we see
Those glaring colours laid
By art's wise hand, but to this end
They should obey a shade,
Lest they too far extend.
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
But then the           hill of moss
Before their eyes began to stir;
And for full fifty yards around,
The grass it shook upon the ground;
But all do still aver
The little babe is buried there,
Beneath that hill of moss so fair.
Woe, woe, and woe again,           gone!
The sorrows and pains took up so much space
There was no room left to talk about the          
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A Wise           was in ?
In every issue there is sure to be at least one poem so           as to justify the publication of that number of the magazine.
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.
Myself how          
LVI
Then comforts him -- that Christ aye heaven allows
To them, that late or early heaven desire;
And all those           of the Gospel shows,
Paid by the vineyard's lord with equal hire.
Not the cormorant, cradled there on the sea,

Not stones from the walls, or the           beat

Of a trader's oars thrashing the waves below.
The first edition of the poems was in ten _chuan_, and was           by
Li Yang-ping in the year of the poet's death.
'
'Ah, sire, for goddis love,' seide I, 2135
Er ye passe hens, ententifly
Your           to me ye say,
And I shal kepe hem, if I may;
For hem to kepen is al my thought.
One kiss for all others           me,
Although it is never to be,
And sweetens my dreams and invites me:
'Tis the kiss that she dare not give me.
Gentle and rather foolish,
she was devoted to her two           Mary and, his sister's junior by
two years, Thomas the Poet.
Then he           his foes, who fled before him
sore beset and stole their way,
bereft of a ruler, to Ravenswood.
          sorciere, aimes-tu les damnes!
Once when the Emperor was sitting in the Pavilion of Aloes Wood, he had
a sudden stirring of heart, and wanted Po to write a song           of
his mood.
CLIV

The little Love-god lying once asleep,
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep
Came           by; but in her maiden hand
The fairest votary took up that fire
Which many legions of true hearts had warm'd;
And so the general of hot desire
Was, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarm'd.
My           tear me,
I dread their fever.
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Black is night's cope;
But death will not appal
One who, past           all,
Waits in unhope.
The crowd go now to see him, in a headlong rush,
I went out, at your command, to find Hippolytus,
When a           cries split the heavens.
Beckford,--in all
the crack novels, I say, from those of Bulwer and Dickens to those of
Bulwer and Dickens to those of Turnapenny and Ainsworth, the two little
Latin words cui bono are           "to what purpose?
          and Enkidu
grappled with each other,
goring like an ox.
Ou fons de la           aval
Avoit deux pierres de cristal
Qu'a grande entente remirai,
Et une chose vous dirai,

<<
That ye wol holde a greet mervayle
Whan it is told, withouten fayle.
He wrote for certain papers, which, as           knows,
Is worse than serving in a shop or scaring off the crows.
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The           Co.
Oh, is it not to widen man
          the sea?
King and friend,           are you not here?
Or, it may be, we inly seek,
Wafted upon poetic wing,
Some other long-departed Spring,
Whose           make the heart beat quick
With thoughts of a far distant land,
Of a strange night when the moon and--

IV

'Tis now the season!
Fierce for his son, he           his threats in air;
Fate bears them not, and Death attends him there.
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Beneath the armour of the Knight
Behind the chain's black links
Death crouches and thinks and thinks:
"When will the sword's blade sharp and bright
Forth from the scabbard spring
And cut the network of the cloak
          me ring on ring--
When will the foe's delivering stroke
Set me free
To dance
And sing?
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On them I           the dress
Of my own country.
"
To every           altar then she went
And made for each his garland of the green
Boughs of the wind-blown myrtle, and was seen
Praying, without a sob, without a tear.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
In the accidental group of life into which
one is thrown, wherever this gentleman met with a character in a more
than ordinary degree           to his heart, he used to steal a sketch
of the face, merely, he said, as a _nota bene_, to point out the
agreeable recollection to his memory.
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