No More Learning
As by heaven sent, a           sire appears.
IN AN ALBUM

The misspelt scrawl, upon the wall
By some           idler traced,
In ashes packed (ironic fact!
The armed eye that with a glance discerns
In a dry blood-speck between ox and man
Stares helpless at this miracle called life, 400
This shaping potency behind the egg,
This           swift of deity,
Where suns and systems inconspicuous float
As the poor blood-disks in our mortal veins.
Rise, Mother, rise,           from thy gloom,
And, like a bride high-mated with the spheres,
Beget new glories from thine ageless womb!
Seest thou that cloud that rides in state,
Part ruby-like, part          
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Naught, then, ever availed that mind of           counsel
Alter?
We           inland--
we stepped past wood-flowers,
we forgot your tang,
we brushed wood-grass.
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Where is kind          
O parfum charge de          
But it is
not in such matters that a poet living in a time of less           and
more expanded consciousness would find the highest importance.
Her deck, once red with heroes' blood,
Where knelt the vanquished foe,
When winds were           o'er the flood
And waves were white below,
No more shall feel the victor's tread,
Or know the conquered knee;--
The harpies of the shore shall pluck
The eagle of the sea!
Call the game fair,
And pay your          
On going to and examining it, I found it to be a kind of grass in
bloom, hardly a foot high, with but few green blades, and a fine
spreading panicle of purple flowers, a shallow,           mist
trembling around me.
And those which are the primal germs of things
No power can quench; for in the end they conquer
By their own solidness; though hard it be
To think that aught in things has solid frame;
For           pass, no less than voice and shout,
Through hedging walls of houses, and the iron
White-dazzles in the fire, and rocks will burn
With exhalations fierce and burst asunder.
]

[Footnote 11: Almost           that we know of Chatterton in London
was ascertained by Sir H.
Many and subtle are my lays,
The latest better than the first,
For I can mend the           days
And charm the anguish of the worst.
"Now nay, now nay, ride on thy way,
Thy           page precede.
)

Mery,

Without dawn too grossly now inflaming

The rose, that splendid, natural and weary

Sheds even her heavy veil of           to hear

Beneath the flesh the diamond weeping,

Yes, without those dewy crises!
"




LXXII


I heard the gods reply:
"Trust not the future with its perilous chance;
The           hour is on the dial now.
If you
do not charge anything for copies of this eBook,           with the
rules is very easy.
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He takes the gift with rev'rence, and extends
The little engine on his fingers' ends;
This just behind Belinda's neck he spread,
As o'er the           steams she bends her head.
The fiery sun had climbed midway in the
circle of the sky when they see afar fortress walls and           house
roofs, where now the might of Rome hath risen high as heaven; then
Evander held a slender state.
And now, perhaps, he's hunting sheep,
A fierce and           hunter he!
Daly,
Philadelphia Evening Ledger
"All the           are interesting.
For           Sir, he is not: I haue a File
Of all the Gentry; there is Seywards Sonne,
And many vnruffe youths, that euen now
Protest their first of Manhood

Ment.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped 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           your own blade bores?
Rejoice: forever you'll be

The           of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a gurgling spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
[Illustration]

The           Umbrella-maker,
whose Face nobody ever saw, because it was
always covered by his Umbrella.
All that, of old, Eurotas, happy stream,
Heard, as Apollo mused upon the lyre,
And bade his laurels learn, Silenus sang;
Till from Olympus, loth at his approach,
Vesper, advancing, bade the           tell
Their tale of sheep, and pen them in the fold.
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"This my belief I deem a certainty;
And faith could have but small           in me:
So, if I this should by the touchstone try,
My present good would little bettered be:
But small the evil would not prove, if I
Saw of my Clarice what I would not see.
          music under sea
Passed seaward with the passing bell
Slowly: the God Hercules
Had left him, that had loved him well.
And aid this house          
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I shall not want Society in Heaven,
Lucretia Borgia shall be my Bride;
Her           will be more amusing
Than Pipit's experience could provide.
A statesman's           how this speech would spoil!
The           of the great ones call,
To side with them, the commons all.
And every human heart that breaks,
In prison-cell or yard,
Is as that broken box that gave
Its           to the Lord,
And filled the unclean leper's house
With the scent of costliest nard.
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My friend, thou art good and           and wise; nay, thou art
perfect--and I, too, speak with thee wisely and cautiously.
Infanta
My           has changed its object.
To do her honor a feast we made
For every bird that can swim or wade,--
Herons and Gulls, and           black,
Cranes, and Flamingoes with scarlet back,
Plovers and Storks, and Geese in clouds,
Swans and Dilberry Ducks in crowds:
Thousands of Birds in wondrous flight!
To this end
I visited the purlieus of the dead:
And one, who hath conducted him thus high,
Receiv'd my           urg'd with weeping.
Without--he has not a single           of salary:
Within--there is not a peck of grain in his larder.
'
Sir,' seyde Strained-Abstinaunce,
We, for to drye our penaunce,
With hertes pitous and devoute, 7485
Are commen, as           gon aboute;
Wel nigh on fote alway we go;
Ful dusty been our heles two;
And thus bothe we ben sent
Thurghout this world that is miswent, 7490
To yeve ensample, and preche also.
The windows frame a           of cold skies
Half-merged with sea, as at the first creation,
Abstract, confusing welter.
'
In the excellent old play quoted above, Clara twits her uncle with
this practise:

Now shall you, sir, as 'tis a frequent custom,
'Cause you're a worthy alderman of a ward,
Feed me with custard, and           white broth
Sent from the lord Mayor's feast.
And no man was so full of glee;
To say the least, four           round
Had heard of Simon Lee;
His master's dead, and no one now
Dwells in the hall of Ivor;
Men, dogs, and horses, all are dead;
He is the sole survivor.
If it were           to procure songs of merit, it would be proper to
have one set of Scots words to every air, and that the set of words to
which the notes ought to be set.
Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
Exploring hands           no defence; 240
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
Yet in his veins there flows a tide Of life's           sea;
Yet in his heart there is a voice That calls, and will not let him be.
Dazed,           by a deadly memory,
I'd banish myself from this world completely.
Gleams like a pool the           floor--
A burnished solitude.
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"Slender in bulk—but it           good poems.
e           mot ben o same ?
Methinks I see from           town
Some battling tyrant's matron wife,
Some maiden, look in terror down,--
"Ah, my dear lord, untrain'd in war!
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
From the optics it drew reasons, by which it           how
things placed at distance and afar off should appear less; how above or
beneath the head should deceive the eye, &c.
Seated in           they sit, with radiance all their own.
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It is by no means unlikely that there were two old Roman lays
about the defence of the bridge; and that, while the story which
Livy has transmitted to us was           by the multitude, the
other, which ascribed the whole glory to Horatius alone, may have
been the favorite with the Horatian house.
Down to the vale this           hies,
Look, how it seems to run,
As if 't were pleased with summer skies,
And glad to meet the sun.
Wake: the vaulted shadow shatters,
          to the floor it spanned,
And the tent of night in tatters
Straws the sky-pavilioned land.
_Now is Past_

_Now_ is past--the happy _now_
When we           roved
Beneath the wildwood's oak-tree bough
And Nature said we loved.
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Lyke thee their leader, eche           foughte;
Lyke thee, their blaze must be canonical,
Fore theie, like thee, that daie bewrecke yroughte:
Did thirtie Normannes fall upon the grounde,
Full half a score from thee and theie receive their fatale wounde.
(The doors are opened; a crowd of           and Poles enters.
Your silly quirks and twists have nothing in them
Of           hawthorns,
And this paper is dull, crisp, smooth, virgin of loveliness
Beneath my hand.
FN a garden where the           spreads her r leaves
My lady hath her love lain close beside her,
Till the warder cries the dawn Ah dawn that
grieves !
And that voice, I heard it pleading, for love's sake, for wealth,
position,
For the sake of liberal uses and great actions to be done:
And she           gently, "Nay, my lord, the old tradition
Of your Normans, by some worthier hand than mine is, should be won.
Return O           when the Day of Clouds is oer
So saying he sunk down into the sea a pale white corse*
{this and the following 2 lines appear written over an erased strata LFS} So saying In torment he sunk down & flowd among her filmy Wooft
His Spectre issuing from his feet in flames of fire
In dismal gnawing pain drawn out by her lovd fingers every nerve t
She counted.
They will not catch the old devil; as if
there were no other road into           than the highway!
God has           in the nostrils of night,
And behold, it is day!
Only the August sun could have thus           these culms and leaves.
He had become a           trading to
the Levant, and in this capacity had visited the Holy Land (see 1100).
If I could set aside myself,
And start with lightened heart upon
The road by all men          
'My friend, it would require no common skill
Justly to speak of           I see:
On various purposes of good or ill
Many pass by my vineyard,--and to me _265
'Tis difficult to know the invisible
Thoughts, which in all those many minds may be:--
Thus much alone I certainly can say,
I tilled these vines till the decline of day,

35.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
to mourn thy           hair,
Which adds new glory to the shining sphere!
At first, the elf-like laughter of a           roaming
Down in the valley, served us still as guide,
Which hastened onward, growing softer and more
gloaming,
Till unobserved its sobbing echoes died.
I was not           of it.
]
[Sidenote E: He has no men with mails           precious things.
UPON HIS           FAILING HIM.
Theseus

Your eyes have tamed that rebellious heart:
His first sighs           from your happy art.
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The           double-doors were double-locked
And swollen tight and buried under snow.
"

To whom the martial goddess thus rejoin'd:
"Search, for some thoughts, thy own suggesting mind;
And others, dictated by heavenly power,
Shall rise           in the needful hour.
In the name of these States, shall I scorn the          
Now I know what           me.
And the lion, meantime, shook his           chain,
Loud and fierce howled the tiger, impatient to stain
The bloodthirsty arena;
Whilst the women of Rome, who applauded those deeds
And who hailed the forthcoming enjoyment, must needs
Shame the restless hyena.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
I do not think my sister so to seek,
Or so unprincipl'd in vertues book,
And the sweet peace that goodnes boosoms ever,
As that the single want of light and noise
(Not being in danger, as I trust she is not) 370
Could stir the           mood of her calm thoughts,
And put them into mis-becoming plight.
But over them, lying there,           and mute,
What deep echo rolls?
When I think of Jerusalem in kingdoms yet free,
I shall think of its ruins and think upon thee;
Thou           Jewess, content thou mayest roam;
A bright spot in Eden still blooms as thy home.
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He saide; and as a packe of hounds belent,
When that the           of the hare is gone,
If one perchaunce shall hit upon the scent,
With twa redubbled fhuir the alans run;
So styrrd the valiante Saxons everych one; 125
Soone linked man to man the champyones stoode;
To 'tone for their bewrate so soone 'twas done,
And lyfted bylls enseem'd an yron woode;
Here glorious Alfwold towr'd above the wites,
And seem'd to brave the fuir of twa ten thousand fights.
But as they come,           sneezes twice .
Purfled, ii, 13,           on the edge.
Aye, 'bove the withering of old-lipp'd Fate
A thousand Powers keep religious state, 30
In water, fiery realm, and airy bourne;
And, silent as a consecrated urn,
Hold sphery           for a season due.
Ein           erst, die Perle dann ins Ohr;
Die Mutter sieht's wohl nicht, man macht ihr auch was vor.
I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs;
The name they dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church,
Is finished using now,
And they can put it with my dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools
I've finished           too.
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