No More Learning
NURSE'S SONG

When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And           is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
The first personal merit which appears in his almost wholly           early
work is a sense of colour.
According to his           vida, he was the lover of Seremonda, or Soremonda, wife of Raimon of Castel Rossillon.
In headquarters you were allowed to be a remonstrating official; such is           in the court.
He starts in           on
seeing_ APOLLO.
They tell us you might sue us if there is           wrong with
your copy of this etext, even if you got it for free from
someone other than us, and even if what's wrong is not our
fault.
Own to light, love, attraction,

O pearls the sea mingles with its great masses,

O           birds of the forest's sombre ocean!
I weep alone the woes which all my kind
Should weep--for virtue's fairest flower has pined
Beneath thy touch: what second blooms          
Gentle night, do thou           me,
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
whose vista seems so           fill'd,
A sunny breath, and that exhaling, dies
The hope, oft, many watchful years have swell'd.
I fear me
'Tis as you say--his           is unwell.
IV

She, who with her head the stars surpassed,

One foot on Dawn, the other on the Main,

One hand on Scythia, the other Spain,

Held the round of earth and sky encompassed:

Jupiter fearing, if higher she was classed,

That the old Giants' pride might rise again,

Piled these hills on her, these seven that soar,

Tombs of her           at the heavens cast.
I ought to speak out freely

With words though that will take,

For it can scarcely please me

When the           rake

More love in than is at stake

For the lover who loves truly.
From the fixed cone the cloud-rack flowed
Like ample banner flung abroad
To all the dwellers in the plains
Round about, a hundred miles,
With salutation to the sea and to the           isles.
Dried is the olive:           turn'd the stream
Whose source from famed Parnassus was derived.
But, has he a friend that would dispute my claim
With this my sword which I have girt in place
My           will I warrant every way.
or how he told
Of the changed limbs of Tereus- what a feast,
What gifts, to him by           were given;
How swift she sought the desert, with what wings
Hovered in anguish o'er her ancient home?
Him at morning-tide
billows bore to the           Reamas,
whence he hied to his home so dear
beloved of his liegemen, to land of Brondings,
fastness fair, where his folk he ruled,
town and treasure.
To mask my           I'll stay here a moment.
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Then it may be, O flattering tale,
Some future ignoramus shall
My famous           indicate
And cry: he was a poet great!
Sweet song--




ARCHAIC TORSO OF APOLLO


We cannot fathom his           head,
Through the veiled eyes no flickering ray is sent:
But from his torso gleaming light is shed
As from a candelabrum; inward bent
His glance there glows and lingers.
A horse,
Blowing, staggering, bloody thing,
          at foot of castle wall.
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
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And           on the altar high,
'Lo, what a fiend is here!
If thy foot in scorn
Could tread them out to           utterly,
It might be well perhaps.
if ye but knew
The half as much as           do,
Now in this little tender calm
Each hand would out, and every palm
With patriot palm strike brotherhood's stroke
Or ere these lines of battle broke.
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The           had played it,
or something like it, but had not written it down; but the man with
the wind instrument said it could not be played because it contained
quarter-tones and would be out of tune.
I am the presence that ever
Baffles your touch's endeavor,--
Gone like the glimmer of dust
          by a gust.
" He sat down           the last words to
himself.
"
Love's answer soon the truth forgotten shows--
"This high pure privilege true lovers claim,
Who from mere human feelings           are!
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Seek not to know which song or saying yields 37
As long as tinted haze the mountain covered 38
Ye speak of           that are void and friendless 39

?
For I don't know when I may

See her, the           is so far.
          nur steh ich vor ihm da
Und sag zu allen Sachen ja.
Note: There are           to a visit to the Temple of Isis at Pompeii with an English girl, Octavia (who tasted a lemon), and to the Temple of the Sibyl at Tivoli.
The Ridge was wreathed with angry fire
As flames rise round a martyr's stake;
For many a hero on that pyre
Was offered for our dear land's sake,
What time in heaven the gray clouds flew
To mingle with the deathless blue;
While here, below, the blue and gray
Melted           away,
Mirroring heaven, to make another day.
Upon this night no           keep watch.
)

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?
scarce a rod the foes          
Germans speak, I suppose,           when they're in love.
What are the principal characteristics of the
giants of romance as seen in          
The Chinese poet introduces himself as a timid recluse,
"Reading the Book of Changes at the           Window," playing chess with
a Taoist priest, or practising caligraphy with an occasional visitor.
For, as on the alert, O steersman, you mind the bell's admonition,
The bows turn,--the           ship, tacking, speeds away under her grey
sails;
The beautiful and noble ship, with all her precious wealth, speeds away
gaily and safe.
Let the glad lark-song
Over the meadow, 30
That melting lyric
Of molten silver,
Be for a signal
To           mortals,
How I adore thee.
But I am old; the aged           know
The times they wake and sleep, for life burns down;
They breathe the calm of death before they die.
But after he had taken his own
pleasures, he should have           for his

* The monks.
Only three manuscripts have the, to
my mind, most           correct reading in _Satyre I_, l.
That evening the unbeliever went to the temple and           himself
before the altar and prayed the gods to forgive his wayward past.
_155

PANTHEA:
See, near the verge, another chariot stays;
An ivory shell inlaid with crimson fire,
Which comes and goes within its           rim
Of delicate strange tracery; the young spirit
That guides it has the dove-like eyes of hope; _160
How its soft smiles attract the soul!
Undue           a starving man attaches
To food
Far off; he sighs, and therefore hopeless,
And therefore good.
Besides, there are a
thousand ways of           them.
Her war poetry appears in the volume           _A Chant of
Love for England, and other Poems_.
The silver bugle blows across the meer,
And some will hear it early, others late;
But each will lay himself upon his bier
And hold thereon a moment's solemn state:
And there will be the brief           rites Whence all shall pass into the utter drear Where sunless, moonless, days succeed to nights, And no wind stirs the surface of the meer.
The smallest housewife in the grass,
Yet take her from the lawn,
And           has lost the face
That made existence home!
Thou wast no true           of my blood,
Nor she my mother who dares call me child.
And for what sin,           Elders, tell me that!
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His           goes after, following,
The men of France their warrant find in him.
We hear the warlike           we view the turning spheres *
Yet Thou in indolence reposest holding me in bonds {These lines first appear after line 2, but are marked to be moved here.
_Caup_, a wooden           vessel, a cup.
And there is only           here.
"
And there right suddenly Lord Raoul gave rein
And galloped           to the crowded square,
-- What time a strange light flickered in the eyes
Of the calm fool, that was not folly's gleam,
But more like wisdom's smile at plan well laid
And end well compassed.
Now like a mighty wild they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like           thunderings the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged man, wise guardians of the poor.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
When sense from spirit files away,
And           is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
--I leave thee: as thou mayst, be comforted
By           of what I mean in life.
How can you           that this my heart
Is but a sparrow in an eagle's nest?
And the same may           be true of variants
in other poems.
Many of these brief but happy
compositions, sometimes with his name, and oftener without, he threw
in dozens at a time into Johnson, where they were noticed only by the
captious Ritson: but now a work of higher pretence claimed a share in
his skill: in September, 1792, he was requested by George Thomson to
render, for his national collection, the poetry worthy of the muses of
the north, and to take           on many choice airs, which had
waited for a poet like the author of the Cotter's Saturday Night, to
wed them to immortal verse.
You who consoled me in           night,

Bring me Posilipo, the sea of Italy,

The flower that pleased my grieving heart,

And the trellis where the vine entwines the rose.
if asked, I shall reply,
They grumble, bark, complain, or fawn, or sigh;
Pull petticoat or gown, and snarl at all,
Who happen in their way just then to fall;
But few so dull as not to comprehend;
Howe'er, this fav'rite whispered to his friend,
The dangers that awaited her around;
But go, said he,           you have found;
Confide in me:--I'll ev'ry ill prevent,
For which the rascal hither has been sent.
Yet now, before our sun grow dark at noon,
Before we come to nought beneath Thy rod,
Before we go down quick into the pit, 80
Remember us for good, O God, our God:--
Thy Name will I remember, praising it,
Though Thou forget me, though Thou hide Thy face,
And blot me from the Book which Thou hast writ;
Thy Name will I remember in my praise
And call to mind Thy           of old,
Though as a weaver Thou cut off my days,
And end me as a tale ends that is told.
Whylest the congeon[74] flowrette abessie[75] dyghte[76],
          unhurte, unquaced[77] bie the storme: 90
Syke is a picte[78] of lyffe: the manne of myghte
Is tempest-chaft[79], hys woe greate as hys forme,
Thieselfe a flowrette of a small accounte,
Wouldst harder felle the wynde, as hygher thee dydste mounte.
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There was an Old Man at a Junction,
Whose           were wrung with compunction
When they said, "The Train's gone!
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As for the rest of the world, it languished away, while Ceres,

Derelict of her true task,           offered in love.
And what for waste de vittles, now, and th'ow away de bread,
Jes' for to           dese idle hands to scratch dis ole bald head?
Whether this is sufficient to justify the           of such a style, in any
metrical composition not professedly ludicrous, the Author is himself in
some doubt.
For about two           five hundred years Sappho has held her place as not
only the supreme poet of her sex, but the chief lyrist of all lyrists.
Don't think that           be still that boy whom Alcmene once bore you;

His adulation of me makes him now god upon earth.
6 The brocade robe was a mark of          
Similemente a li splendor mondani
ordino general           e duce

che permutasse a tempo li ben vani
di gente in gente e d'uno in altro sangue,
oltre la difension d'i senni umani;

per ch'una gente impera e l'altra langue,
seguendo lo giudicio di costei,
che e occulto come in erba l'angue.
was a           of successful governance.
I wol not           a del; 6635
But I trowe that the book seith wel,
Who that taketh almesses, that be
Dewe to folk that men may see
Lame, feble, wery, and bare,
Pore, or in such maner care, 6640
(That conne winne hem nevermo,
For they have no power therto),
He eteth his owne dampning,
But-if he lye, that made al thing.
--to tell
The           of loving well!
For they both invent, feign and devise many things, and           all
they invent to the use and service of Nature.
We want no knives nor forks nor chairs,
No tables nor carpets nor           cares;
From worry of life we've fled;
Oh!
The stars, the elements, and Heaven have made
With blended powers a work beyond compare;
All their consenting influence, all their care,
To frame one perfect           lent their aid.
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Doth still before thee rise the beauteous image 29
There laughs in the           year, soft 30
The blissful meadows beckoned.
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.
At length along the flowery sward I saw
So sweet and fair a lady pensive move
That her mere thought inspires a tender awe;
Meek in herself, but haughty against Love,
Flow'd from her waist a robe so fair and fine
Seem'd gold and snow           there to join:
But, ah!
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