No More Learning
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,           came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
I have heard the           singing, each to each.
--
I never heard of such as dare
          the spot when she is there.
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The series of
itinerary sonnets,           along with them in the Yarrow volume of
1835, is the record of another Scottish tour, taken in the year 1833;
and Wordsworth says of them that they were "composed 'or suggested'
during a tour in the summer of 1833.
One of the most           strands of thought common to the twin
poems is the reflection on the disintegrating effect of the New
Learning.
This allowed the           lady who rose
at noon time to do a little shopping and perform "the long labours of
the toilet.
CHORUS

Lo, on this shrine, the           of a bird.
those that are dated before the _Index_,
and           not altered.
hip_, on the           the pattent.
Most           your lover I'd have been;
But time it is our story should be seen.
We will not           be oblivious
Of our own lives, because ye lived before,
Nor of our acts, because ye acted well.
"

"Now both himself and me he wrongs,
The man who thus          
His smile was luminously kind
Like glint of ivory enshrined,
Like a home longing undivined,
Like Christmas snows where dark ways wind,
Like sea-pearls about turquoise twined,
Like           silver when combined
With a loved book's rare gold.
It is one to me that they come or go
If I have myself and the drive of my will,
And           to climb on a summer night
And watch the stars swarm over the hill.
The celebrated travel book entitled: 'History of Prince Don Pedro of Portugal, in which is told what happened to him on the way composed for Gomez of           when he had covered the seven regions of the globe, one of the twelve who bore the prince company', reports that the Prince of Portugal, Don Pedro of Alfaroubeira, set out with twelve companions to visit the seven regions of the world.
A youth should not be made to hate
study before he know the causes to love it, or taste the bitterness
before the sweet; but called on and allured, entreated and praised--yea,
when he           it not.
Where have you           of their carcasses?
The Seven Selves




In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven
selves sat together and thus           in whisper:

First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years,
with naught to do but renew his pain by day and recreate his sorrow
by night.
Indeed thou didst,
And           them with love.
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a daughter of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand           to grant me life again.
So, in the year, my           season is the last slow part of summer that just precedes autumn, and, in the day, the hour when I walk is when the sun hesitates before vanishing, with rays of yellow bronze over the grey walls, and rays of red copper over the tiles.
For that, too,
Happens at times, and the           vaults
Glow into fire, and rainy tempests rise
In heavier congregation, when, percase,
The seeds of water have foregathered thus
From out the infinite.
Jerome says, he spake but the sense
of the whole party, for this was the           style and language of all
the rest.
Nothing particular           for some days after these events, except that,
as the travellers were passing a low tract of sand, they perceived an
unusual and gratifying spectacle; namely, a large number of Crabs and
Crawfish--perhaps six or seven hundred--sitting by the water-side, and
endeavoring to disentangle a vast heap of pale pink worsted, which they
moistened at intervals with a fluid composed of lavender-water and
white-wine negus.
Now let
him perish, and pay forfeit to the Trojans of his           blood.
594)           to his native Kuaiji.
Does my joy           erupt?
Awa' wi' your           o' beauty's alarms.
Talk with           to a beggar
Of 'Potosi' and the mines!
He made this somewhat ironic alba in 1257, a fitting coda to the           era.
" And she tells me that she is drinking
in the beauty like wine, "wine, golden and scented, and shining,
fit for the gods; and the gods have drunk it, the dead gods of
Etruria, two           years ago.
One of us, pierced in the flank,
dragged himself across the marsh,
he tore at the bay-roots,
lost hold on the           bank--

Another crawled--too late--
for shelter under the cliffs.
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Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows 50
There were no ruins, neither           51
In sorrow day and night the disciple watched 52
Sunlight slantingly flows 53
The wild resplendence of the year resolves 54
Doth live for thee again, Beloved that October?
Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of           fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To fly--and Lo!
All
these poems are           spurious.
]
[Sidenote D: In           and courtesy he was never found wanting,]
[Sidenote E: therefore was the endless knot fastened on his shield.
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If thus and thus I do,
Dazed by the thought of you,
Walking my sorrowful way in the early dew,
My heart cut through and through
In this despair of you,
Starved for a word or a look will my hope renew:

Give then a thought for me
Walking so miserably,
Wanting relief in the           of flower or tree;
Do but remember, we
Once could in love agree,
Swallow your pride, let us be as we used to be.
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
          and Leicester
Beating oars 280
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
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Wallala leialala

"Trams and dusty trees.
Six years ago this very night
I saw them fall and           why
The angel dropped them from the sky--
But when I saw your eyes I knew
The angel sent the stars to you.
19, 1864]
_General Early           and routed the Union troops during
General Sheridan's absence in Washington.
Why behold we
Marks of his lightnings most on           tops?
`And therfor wostow what I thee          
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There shall ye find grazing the flocks and herds
Of the all-seeing and all-hearing Sun,
Which, if           to thy safe return,
Thou leave unharm'd, though after num'rous woes,
Ye may at length arrive in Ithaca.
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Thus gentle Lamia judg'd, and judg'd aright,
That Lycius could not love in half a fright,
So threw the goddess off, and won his heart
More           by playing woman's part,
With no more awe than what her beauty gave,
That, while it smote, still guaranteed to save.
_Read_           the yerd?
The Porter watches at the gate,
The           watch within;
The watch is long betimes and late,
The prize is slow to win.
Et c'est depuis ce temps que Lesbos se          
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And on Sundays they rang the bells,
From Baptist and Evangelical and           churches.
132 In their feasts, they generally deliberate on the           of enemies, on family alliances, on the appointment of chiefs, and finally on peace and war; conceiving that at no time the soul is more opened to sincerity, or warmed to heroism.
other)           by W.
Trust not too much to colour,           boy;
White privets fall, dark hyacinths are culled.
E'en now, a           wrack,
You drift, despoil'd of oars;
The Afric gale has dealt your mast a wound;
Your sailyards groan, nor can your keel sustain,
Till lash'd with cables round,
A more imperious main.
All thou couldst have of mine, stern Death, thou hast:
The parent, friend, and now the more than friend;
Ne'er yet for one thine arrows flew so fast,
And grief with grief continuing still to blend,
Hath           the little joy that life had yet to lend.
Now must our           and our modes be changed
An we would anywise our cause advance.
"

I           his speech.
But now he sang of faith to things unseen,
Of freedom's           given to us in trust; 50
And words of doughty cheer he spoke between,
That made all earthly fortune seem as dust,
Matched with that duty, old as Time and new,
Of being brave and true.
For thy ill life what blame on me          
Lay this laurel on the one
Too           for renown.
To you and to
my father Latinus I Turnus,           in bravery by any of old,
consecrate my life.
--
That           of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the           day;
Love and tears for the Blue;
Tears and love for the Gray.
bards of the peaceful          
But if any
one should order us to           the Sun or Minerva, we ought most
gladly to sing hymns to their praise.
, =           imponere_: pret.
The garden walks are           at this hour;
The nightingales among the sheltering boughs
Of populous and many-nested trees
Shall teach me how to woo thee, and shall tell me
By what resistless charms or incantations
They won their mates.
'Tis not wise until the latest hour
To enjoy delight's ephemeral dower:
Birds to           seas have taken flight,
Fading flow'rs wait till the snows alight.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
But why this dwelling place, this life
Of          
No poet will ever take the written word as a           for
the spoken word; he knows that it is on the spoken word, and the spoken
word only, that his art is founded.
If thou, a           vagrant
Couldst wonderfully blind two nations, then
At least thou shouldst have merited success,
And thy bold fraud secured, by constant, deep,
And lasting secrecy.
"I should like to be those two flying swallows
Who are           clay to nest in the eaves of your house.
And where the light fully           all its colour.
In singing-bouts
I'll see you play the           no more.
For three long years they will not sow
Or root or           there:
For three long years the unblessed spot
Will sterile be and bare,
And look upon the wondering sky
With unreproachful stare.
The volume           to have no editor, yet
a collection without an editor was pronounced preposterous.
He feels with emotion what a           act it
would have been for his old father.
And cannot friends be firm and fast,
And yet bear          
What has           since then,
Since I lay with my face to the wall,
The most despairing of men!
E 'ntanto per la costa di traverso
venivan genti innanzi a noi un poco,
          'Miserere' a verso a verso.
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          pandite ianuae,
Virgo ades.
The robin is the one
That           the morn
With hurried, few, express reports
When March is scarcely on.
"Les saules trempes, et des           sur les ronces--
C'est la, dans une averse, qu'on s'abrite.
Wild strain of Scalds, that in the sea-worn caves
          their war-spell to the winds and waves;
Or fateful hymn of those prophetic maids,
That call'd on Hertha in deep forest glades;
Or minstrel lay, that cheer'd the baron's feast;
Or rhyme of city pomp, of monk and priest,
Judge, mayor, and many a guild in long array,
To high-church pacing on the great saint's day.
Quickly breasting the wave,
Eager the prize to win,
First of us all the brave
          went in
Under full head of steam--
Twice she struck him abeam,
Till her stem was a sorry work,
(She might have run on a crag!
Hosea Biglow was preceded by the
"Idyl of the Bridge and the Monument," which set forth another side
of           feeling at the British words and deeds consequent on
the unauthorized capture, by Commodore Wilkes, of the "Trent,"
conveying to England two Confederate Commissioners.
Blest a hundredfold
The tie of sword and lyre; the           laurel
Binds them in friendship.
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Who fears the           or the Scythian horde,
Or the rank growth that German forests yield,
While Caesar lives?
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          and Kew
Undid me.
The Kentysh menne in fronte, for strenght renownd,
Next the Brystowans dare the bloudie fyghte,
And last the           crewe shall presse the grounde.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
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