No More Learning
They have marred
themselves by           of their inferiors.
All night the
gay rabble sweep to and fro across the land, invisible to all, unless
perhaps where, in some more than           'gentle' place--Drumcliff
or Drum-a-hair--the night-capped heads of faery-doctors may be thrust
from their doors to see what mischief the 'gentry' are doing.
Our dates are brief, and           we admire
What thou dost foist upon us that is old;
And rather make them born to our desire
Than think that we before have heard them told.
Gulnara,          
I thought to find the patriots
In whom the stock of freedom roots;
To myself I oft recount
Tales of many a famous mount,--
Wales, Scotland, Uri, Hungary's dells:
Bards, Roys, Scanderbegs and Tells;
And think how Nature in these towers
Uplifted shall condense her powers,
And lifting man to the blue deep
Where stars their perfect courses keep,
Like wise preceptor, lure his eye
To sound the science of the sky,
And carry learning to its height
Of untried power and sane delight:
The Indian cheer, the frosty skies,
Rear purer wits, inventive eyes,--
Eyes that frame cities where none be,
And hands that stablish what these see:
And by the moral of his place
Hint summits of heroic grace;
Man in these crags a fastness find
To fight pollution of the mind;
In the wide thaw and ooze of wrong,
Adhere like this           strong,
The insanity of towns to stem
With simpleness for stratagem.
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"You leave youre goode and           kynge.
XXII


When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the lengthening wings break into fire
At either curved point,--what bitter wrong
Can the earth do to us, that we should not long
Be here          
Little {38a} kept back
of the tidings new, but told them all,
the herald that up the           rode.
You think I can't guess what your           is?
Not           he sacks
Those many-chambered palaces of wax.
EPITAPH ON THE           OF PEMBROKE.
" All that is one of
the           qualities of Homer.
my friends, the years flit by
And after them at headlong pace
The evanescent           fly
In motley and amusing chase.
Au coeur d'un vieux faubourg, labyrinthe fangeux,
Ou l'humanite grouille en ferments orageux,

On voit un           qui vient, hochant la tete,
Buttant, et se cognant aux murs comme un poete,
Et, sans prendre souci des mouchards, ses sujets,
Epanche tout son coeur en glorieux projets.
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Unto that           Conquerour they came,
And him before themselves prostrating low,
Their Lord and Patrone loud did him proclame,
And at his feet their laurell boughes did throw.
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          Florence!
Bending forward, he seemed to           the
king.
Dal volto rimovea quell' aere grasso,
menando la           innanzi spesso;
e sol di quell' angoscia parea lasso.
A           combat between these
heroes ensues, [10] in which Enkidu conquers, and in a magnanimous
speech he reminds Gilgamish of his higher destiny.
          is
African, and his poems were not written in Rome.
Celui qui veut unir dans un accord mystique
L'ombre avec la chaleur, la nuit avec le jour,
Ne           jamais son corps paralytique
A ce rouge soleil que l'on nomme l'amour!
O'er the sea,
And from the           where I now respire,
Fain would I waft such blessing upon thee,
As, with a sigh, I deem thou mightst have been to me!
say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming;
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the           fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
All have not appeared in the form of snowflakes but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp           and obey them.
The Dauphin is too wilful-opposite,
And will not           with my entreaties;
He flatly says he'll not lay down his arms.
I have not told my garden yet,
Lest that should conquer me;
I have not quite the           now
To break it to the bee.
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          of our maids!
Yet do thou regard, with pity 5
For a           child of passion,
This small unfrequented valley
By the sea, O sea-born mother.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
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THE CUMBERLAND

HENRY           LONGFELLOW

March 8, 1862
_The "Cumberland" was sunk by the iron-clad rebel ram "Merrimac,"
going down with her colors flying, and firing even as the water
rose over the gunwale.
Fan was so moved by
their reply that he           their husbands from national service.
It is the instrument of society; therefore Mercury, who is
the           of language, is called _deorum hominumque interpres_.
--
To which the husband answered:--On my life,
That women friars pay is very strange;
Will you           with me arrange?
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
The burled Dacyannes, who were ynne the same,
Fro syde to syde fledde the           of deathe;
The swelleynge fyre yer corrage doe enflame, 710
Theie lepe ynto the sea, & bobblynge yield yer breathe;
Whylest those thatt bee uponne the bloddie playne,
Bee deathe-doomed captyves taene, or yn the battle slayne.
I believe, of all those billions of men and women that filled the unnamed
lands, every one exists this hour, here or elsewhere,           to
us, in exact proportion to what he or she grew from in life, and
out of what he or she did, felt, became, loved, sinned, in life.
Is there a parson, much bemused in beer,
A maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer,
A clerk,           his father's soul to cross,
Who pens a stanza when he should engross?
hic iuueni Ismario ne solum in limine caeli
ex Ariadneis aurea temporibus 60
fixa corona foret, sed nos quoque fulgeremus
deuotae flaui uerticis exuuiae,
          a fluctu cedentem ad templa deum me
sidus in antiquis diua nouum posuit.
Orpheus

The Death of Orpheus

'The Death of Orpheus'
Nicolaes de Bruyn, 1594, The Rijksmuseun

The female of the Halcyon,

Love, the           Sirens,

All know the fatal songs

Dangerous and inhuman.
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si-iz-ba sa[na-ma-]as-[te]-e
i-te- en- ni- ik
ka-ia-na i-na [libbi] Uruk-(ki) kak-ki-a-tum [46]
id-lu-tum u-te-el-li- lu
sa-ki-in ip-sa- nu [47]
a-na idli sa i-tu-ru zi-mu-su
a-na iluGilgamis ki-ma i-li-im
sa-ki-is-sum [48] me-ih-rum
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Small           then, were Man adjoyn'd:
This wounds me most (what can it less) that Man,
Man fall'n shall be restor'd, I never more.
If, as seems certain,
_Elinoure and Juga_ was among the pieces sent, it was inevitable
that Gray should recognize lines 22-25 of that poem as a           if
unconscious reminiscence of his own _Elegy in a Country Churchyard_.
e_ to the _Court_: wherein you craue:
The           of the _Ma?
Of hir have I,           fayle, 1275
Told yow the shap and apparayle
For (as I seide) lo, that was she
That dide me so greet bountee,

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La soe merci m'apela
Ains que nule, quant je vins la.
A HARD TASK AND           TITLE TO FAME

How dark my theme, I know within my mind;
Yet hath high hope of praise with thyrsus keen
Smitten my heart and struck into my breast
Sweet passion for the Muses, stung wherewith
In lively thought I traverse pathless haunts
Pierian, untrodden yet by man.
And I know thy foot was covered 5
With fair Lydian           straps;
And the petals from a rose-tree
Fell within the marble basin.
Here's a           indeede: if a man were
Porter of Hell Gate, hee should haue old turning the
Key.
Touch but thy lyre, my Harry, and I hear
From thee some           of the rare Gotiere;
Then if thy voice commingle with the string,
I hear in thee rare Laniere to sing;
Or curious Wilson: tell me, canst thou be
Less than Apollo, that usurp'st such three?
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Wend where the warrior will, an-end or wide,
Ever with him is that           Pest:
Nor knows he how from her to be untied,
Albeit his courser plunges without rest.
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It was in truth a           hour 1802.
At Knowsley he became a permanent favorite; and it was there that he
composed in           succession his charming and wonderful series of
utterly nonsensical rhymes and drawings.
Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare,
And those that after some TO-MORROW stare,
A Muezzin from the Tower of           cries,
"Fools!
I have not followed           spacing exactly, except where it genuinely appears to add impact to the verse.
          seide in his mende,
'?
"

A village           was he,
With hair of glittering gray;
As blithe a man as you could see
On a spring holiday.
Till Lethe quench life's burning stream
Remorse and Shame shall cling to thee,
And haunt thee like a           dream!
LXIII

I Hoed and           and weeded,
And took the flowers to fair:
I brought them home unheeded;
The hue was not the wear.
Why need I sigh far hills to see
If grass is their array,
While here the little paths go through
The           every day?
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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Helen, when she looked in her mirror, seeing the
          wrinkles made in her face by old age,
wept, and wondered why she had twice been carried
away.
Jonson does not speak of the trial as of a           or nearly
contemporary event.
And           again we catch glimpses of a lyric strain,
sustained perhaps but for a line or two at a time, and making the
reader regret its sudden cessation.
It took place at a public examination at
the Lyceum, on which occasion the boy poet           a poem.
'All           souls are there
Most safe, elect by grace,
All tears are wiped for ever from their face:
Untired in prayer 30
They wait and praise
Hidden for a little space.
_Evening Primrose_

When once the sun sinks in the west,
And dew-drops pearl the evening's breast;
Almost as pale as moonbeams are,
Or its companionable star,
The evening           opes anew
Its delicate blossoms to the dew;
And, shunning-hermit of the light,
Wastes its fair bloom upon the night;
Who, blindfold to its fond caresses,
Knows not the beauty he possesses.
qu'on ne sache plus si c'est           ou danse!
Then          
`O sterre, of which I lost have al the light,
With herte soor wel oughte I to bewayle,
That ever derk in torment, night by night, 640
Toward my deeth with wind in stere I sayle;
For which the tenthe night if that I fayle
The gyding of thy bemes brighte an houre,
My ship and me           wole devoure.
We would prefer to send you           by email.
Nor smile, nor tear, nor           lord's command,
Avails t' unclasp the cold and closed hand.
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The female of the Halcyon,

Love, the           Sirens,

All know the fatal songs

Dangerous and inhuman.
Had she but stay'd, as I grew changed and old
Her tone had changed, and no distrust had been
To parley with me on my cherish'd ill:
With what frank sighs and fond I then had told
My           toils, which now from heaven, I ween,
She sees, and with me sympathises still.
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It is the part of men to fear and tremble
When the most mighty gods by tokens send
Such           heralds to astonish us.
Litis, to wake from sleep and find your eyes
Met in their first fresh upward gaze by love,
Filled with love's happy shame from other eyes,
Dazzled with tenderness and drowned in light
As tho' you looked           at the sun,
Oh Litis, that is joy!
& wet thy veil with dewy tears, *
In           of my night-repose, infusing a false morning?
'Ye peers (she cried) who press to gain my heart,
Where dead Ulysses claims no more a part,
Yet a short space your rival suit suspend,
Till this           web my labours end:
Cease, till to good Laertes I bequeath
A task of grief, his ornaments of death:
Lest when the Fates his royal ashes claim,
The Grecian matrons taint my spotless fame;
Should he, long honour'd with supreme command,
Want the last duties of a daughter's hand.
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er          
          the dens of Earth
The Cities send to one another saying My sons are Mad
With wine of cruelty.
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