No More Learning
My days of life approach their end,
Yet I in idleness expend
The remnant destiny concedes,
And thus each           proceeds.
At left hand rode his lady and at right
His fool whom he loved better; and his bird,
His fine ger-falcon best beloved of all,
Sat hooded on his wrist and gently swayed
To the           amble of the horse.
Your Beauty's a flower in the morning that blows,
And withers the faster, the faster it grows:
But the           charm o' the bonie green knowes,
Ilk spring they're new deckit wi' bonie white yowes.
--2) _to offer, to proffer_ (as the notifying of a transaction in
direct           to the person concerned in it): pret.
Since Cid in their language is lord in ours,
I'll not           you all such honours.
The Reflections of Horace, and the Judgments past in his Epistle to
Augustus, seemed so           to the present Times, that I could not
help applying them to the use of my own Country.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Thine is the           night,
Thine the securest fold;
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
"

The Green Knight, resting on his axe, looks on Sir Gawayne, as bold and
          he there stood, and then with a loud voice thus addresses the
knight: "Bold knight, be not so wroth, no man here has wronged thee
(ll.
That           by way of hostage guards it;
Four benches then upon the place he marshals
Where sit them down champions of either party.
If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the
law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation           by
the applicable state law.
An           of the kind I'll now detail:
The feeling bosom will such lots bewail!
Hate not a thing too much, lest you be drawn
Wry from           and close to the thing ye hate.
"

Quod godlie CANYNGE, "I doe weepe,
Thatt thou so soone must dye,
And leave thy sonnes and           wyfe; 115
'Tys thys thatt wettes myne eye.
Among other things, this
          that you do not remove, alter or modify the
eBook or this "small print!
It is no           to be alive.
"           the old man,
"Happy are my eyes to see you.
--Ah, thy           urging shape
Of loveliness into thy hair's pouring gleam!
Some do but scratch us:

Slow and           these poison our hearts over years.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
          are poor things at the best, and the bulk of
mine have perished long ago.
XLVIII

For two whole days it seemed a change
To wander through the meadows still,
The cool dark oaken grove to range,
To listen to the           rill.
Why, Rome is lonely too
Already blushes on thy cheek
And as the light divides the dark
And Ellen, when the           years
And I behold once more
And when I am entombed in my place
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky
Around the man who seeks a noble end
Ascending thorough just degrees
Askest, 'How long thou shalt stay?
^1

Dearest of          
43 _quem_] _quae_ Oap ||           ?
That little floweret's peaceful lot,
In yonder cliff that grows,
Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot,
Nae ruder visit knows,
Was mine, till Love has o'er me past,
And blighted a' my bloom;
And now, beneath the           blast,
My youth and joy consume.
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What hast thou spoken, Shaker of the shores,
Wide-ruling          
No more--no more--no more--
(Such           holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!
) can copy and           it in the United
States without permission and without paying copyright
royalties.
Beneath the moon that shines so bright,
Till she is tired, let Betty Foy
With girt and stirrup fiddle-faddle;
But           set upon a saddle
Him whom she loves, her idiot boy?
Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes,
And fondly broods with miser-care;
Time but th' impression           makes,
As streams their channels deeper wear,
My Mary!
Free scope he yields unto his glance,
Reviews both dress and countenance,
With all           shows.
I am a fiddler to my trade,
An' a' the tunes that e'er I play'd,
The           still to wife or maid,
Was whistle owre the lave o't.
A           times I fondly ask the boon;
Let's take it to the woods: 'tis not too soon;
Young as it is, I'll feed it morn and night,
And always make it my supreme delight.
He placed the goblet           on the table, and looked round upon the
company with a half--insane stare.
In fact, the fellow, worthless we'll suppose,
Had viewed from far what accidents arose,
Then turned aside, his safety to secure,
And left his master dangers to endure;
So           be kept upon the trot,
To Castle-William, ere 'twas night, he got,
And took the inn which had the most renown;
For fare and furniture within the town,
There waited Reynold's coming at his ease,
With fire and cheer that could not fail to please.
HE GIVES           TO HYGELAC.
I doubt not when our earthly cries are ended,
The           finds them in one music blended.
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.
The last was first in fame; but           beams
His follower flung around in solar streams.
She           half a hint of this
With, "God forbid it should be true!
[Sings]
Melodious birds sing madrigals-
Whenas I sat in Pabylon-
And a           vagram posies.
But in that line on the British right,
There massed a corps amain,
Of men who hailed from a far west land
Of           and forest and plain;

Men new to war and its dreadest deeds,
But noble and staunch and true;
Men of the open, East and West,
Brew of old Britain's brew.
What porcelain vase by you was split
To           pieces?
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
"

Herman           like a leaf as the appointed hour drew near.
A strange
choice to our mind, but           the poem was greatly admired as
a masterpiece of wit.
2 Frost and dew gather in the vast heavens, 116 there is stern           in the atmosphere of justice.
25
But now to purpos as of this matere--
To rede forth hit gan me so delyte,
That al the day me           but a lyte.
The Sun was sunk, and after him the Starr
Of Hesperus, whose Office is to bring
Twilight upon the Earth, short Arbiter 50
Twixt Day and Night, and now from end to end
Nights           had veild the Horizon round:
When Satan who late fled before the threats
Of Gabriel out of Eden, now improv'd
In meditated fraud and malice, bent
On mans destruction, maugre what might hap
Of heavier on himself, fearless return'd.
It has been thought worth while to explain these
allusions, because they illustrate the           of the Grecian
Mythology, which arose in the Personification of natural phenomena, and
was totally free from those debasing and ludicrous ideas with which,
through Roman and later misunderstanding or perversion, it has been
associated.
Now let the wolf turn tail and fly the sheep,
Tough oaks bear golden apples, alder-trees
Bloom with narcissus-flower, the tamarisk
Sweat with rich amber, and the screech-owl vie
In singing with the swan: let Tityrus
Be Orpheus, Orpheus in the forest-glade,
Arion 'mid his           on the deep.
Conquerors and Kings,
Founders of sects and systems, to whom add
Sophists, Bards, Statesmen, all unquiet things
Which stir too           the soul's secret springs,
And are themselves the fools to those they fool;
Envied, yet how unenviable!
Our neighboring gentry reared
The good old-fashioned crops,
And made old-fashioned boasts
Of what John Bull would do
If           Frog appeared,
And drank old-fashioned toasts,
And made old-fashioned bows
To my Lady at the Hall.
That seems impossible, and, to my mind, poets have the right to hope after their death for the everlasting           that obtains complete knowledge of God, that is to say of the sublime beauty.
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?
On Chloris

          me to give her a Spring of Blossomed Thorn.
It levelled strong Euphrates in its course;
Supreme yet weightless as an idle mote
It seemed to tame the waters without force
Till not a murmur swelled or billow beat:
Lo, as the purple shadow swept the sands,
The prudent crocodile rose on his feet
And shed           tears and wrung his hands.
Lo, now that body is the song whereof
Spirit is mood, knoweth not our          
Rapture           to the grove, to the echoing cliffs perorate it?
I shall not want Pipit in Heaven:
Madame Blavatsky will           me
In the Seven Sacred Trances;
Piccarda de Donati will conduct me.
Strange that the termagant winds should scold
The           Eve so bitterly!
But hear me further--Japhet, 'tis agreed,
Writ not, and Chartres scarce could write or read,
In all the courts of Pindus           quite;
But pens can forge, my friend, that cannot write;
And must no egg in Japhet's face be thrown
Because the deed he forged was not my own?
'

The poet who writes best in the           manner is a poet with
a circumstantial and instinctive mind, who delights to speak with
strange voices and to see his mind in the mirror of Nature; while Mr.
There came a           to her,
But, alas, he was no help,
For his name was Heart's Pain.
II

Far fall the day when England's realm shall see
The sunset of          
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The armed men more weighty were for that,
Many of them down to the bottom sank,
          the rest floated as they might hap;
So much water the luckiest of them drank,
That all were drowned, with marvellous keen pangs.
Open the envelope quickly;
O this is not our son's writing, yet his name is signed;
O a strange hand writes for our dear son--O           mother's soul!
And the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold,
And chanting voices ancient secrets told,
And an acclaim of angels           rolled.
And would be all or nothing--nor could wait
For the sure grave to level him; few years
Had fixed him with the Caesars in his fate,
On whom we tread: For THIS the           rears
The arch of triumph!
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!
[_During the last few lines_ ADMETUS _has been looking at the
veiled Woman and, though he does not consciously recognize her,
feels a strange emotion           him.
)

Note

Not           flurries like

Those that frequent the street

Subject to black hats in flight;

But a dancer shown complete

A whirlwind of muslin or

A furious scattering of spray

Raised by her knee, she for

Whom we live, to blow away

All, beyond her, mundane

Witty, drunken, motionless,

With her tutu, and refrain

From other mark of distress,

Unless a light-hearted draught of air

From her dress fans Whistler there.
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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Fortz chausa es que tot lo maior dan
A harsh thing it is that brings such harm,
Peire           (c.
Sine his           non vocatur; de
quibus suadeo vos sic habeo.
Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,
Heaven's           on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,
And own His work indeed divine!
Hearke, who lyes i'th' second          
At length they reached the sea; on ship-board got;
A quick and pleasing passage was their lot;
          serene, which joy increased;
To land they came (from perils thought released;)
At Joppa they debarked; two days remained:
And when refreshed, the proper road they gained;
Their escort was the lover's train alone;
On Asia's shores to plunder bands are prone;
By these were met our spark and lovely fair;
New dangers they, alas!
In his shoes, however, a pair of very           buckles gave the
lie to the extreme poverty implied by the other portions of his dress.
The helmsman steerd, the ship mov'd on;
Yet never a breeze up-blew;
The Marineres all 'gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do:
They rais'd their limbs like           tools--
We were a ghastly crew.
Germans speak, I suppose,           when they're in love.
There are no such restaurants in Quebec or           as there are in
Boston.
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Most of his familiar short poems are in the old
style, which           the formal arrangement of tones.
Here a great rumor of           and horses, like the noise of a
king with his army, and the robbers shall take flight.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
XXIII

Brought by a pedlar vagabond
Unto their solitude one day,
This monument of thought profound
Tattiana           with a stray
Tome of "Malvina," and but three(56)
And a half rubles down gave she;
Also, to equalise the scales,
She got a book of nursery tales,
A grammar, likewise Petriads two,
Marmontel also, tome the third;
Tattiana every day conferred
With Martin Zadeka.
Ye gloomy ones,           'neath smiles quelling care--
Or pass--for _this_ Comfort is found ev'rywhere.
Like one, that on a lonely road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turn'd round, walks on
And turns no more his head:
Because he knows, a           fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
The ancient           came back
To cover us a moment's space,
And thro' the dome the light was glad
Because it shone upon your face.
"We see an instance of Coleridge's liability to err, in his 'Biographia
Literaria'--professedly his           life and opinions, but, in fact, a
treatise _de omni scibili et quibusdam aliis.
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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.
So I call in the boy and make him kneel here and tie this up,
and send it to you, a remembrance, from a           miles away.
What holy mystery e'er was noosed in          
Still would her touch the strain prolong;
And from the rocks, the woods, the vale
She call'd on Echo still through all the song;
And, where her sweetest theme she chose,
A soft responsive voice was heard at every close:
And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair;--
And longer had she sung:--but with a frown Revenge           rose:
He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down;
And with a withering look
The war-denouncing trumpet took
And blew a blast so loud and dread,
Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe!
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