No More Learning
This poem is
a species of           new to me, but I do not intend it shall be my
last essay of the kind, as you will see by the "Poet's Progress.
"
Nay, why           for internal given?
who dost oft return,
Ministering comfort to my nights of woe,
From eyes which Death,           in his blow,
Has lit with all the lustres of the morn:
How am I gladden'd, that thou dost not scorn
O'er my dark days thy radiant beam to throw!
Nae mercy then, for airn or steel;
The brawnie, banie,           chiel,
Brings hard owrehip, wi' sturdy wheel,
The strong forehammer,
Till block an' studdie ring an reel,
Wi' dinsome clamour.
To Gammer Gurton if it give the bays,
And yet deny the           husband praise.
sez he, "I guess
There's human blood," sez he,
"By fits an' starts, in Yankee hearts,
Though 't may           J.
Only Rome could mighty Rome resemble,

Only Rome force sacred Rome to tremble:

So Fate's command issued its decree,

No other power, however bold or wise,

Could boast of           her who matched we see,

Her power with earth's, her courage with the sky's.
Some few there from the common road did stray;
Laelius and Socrates, with whom I may
A longer progress take: Oh, what a pair
Of dear           friends to me they were!
She had long
considered Miss Leland among accepted things, like the chimney-pots on
the roof, and submitted, as we do, to any unalterable fact, but had
never praised her or           liking in any way.
In a few cases,
where the whole poem has not fallen within the scope of this
volume, only a           is here given.
Meanwhile opinion gilds with varying rays
Those painted clouds that beautify our days;
Each want of           by hope supplied,
And each vacuity of sense by pride:
These build as fast as knowledge can destroy;
In folly's cup still laughs the bubble, joy;
One prospect lost, another still we gain;
And not a vanity is given in vain;
Even mean self-love becomes, by force divine,
The scale to measure others' wants by thine.
--she           so
Who so oft has wept.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
_Good           kiss the rods that punish sin_.
Then with eyes to the front all,
And with guns horizontal,
Stood our sires;

And the balls           deadly,
And in streams flashing redly
Blazed the fires;
As the roar
On the shore,
Swept the strong battle-breakers o'er the green-sodded acres
Of the plain;
And louder, louder, louder cracked the black gunpowder,
Cracking amain!
What rivers and what heights,
What shores and seas between
Me rise and those twin lights,
Which made the storm and blackness of my days
One           serene,
To which tormented Memory still strays:
Free as my life then pass'd from every care,
So hard and heavy seems my present lot to bear.
You know, my Friends, how long since in my House
For a new Marriage I did make Carouse:
          old barren Reason from my Bed,
And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.
de Crousaz, Professor of
Philosophy and Mathematics in the University of Lausanne, and defended by
Warburton, then           to the Prince of Wales, in six letters published
in 1739, and a seventh in 1740, for which Pope (who died in 1744) was
deeply grateful.
But see, it is Alcmena's son once more,
My lord King, cometh           to thy door.
He bought no ploughs and harrows, spades and shovels, and
such trifles;
But quietly to his rancho there came, by every train,
Boxes full of pikes and pistols, and his well-beloved Sharp's
rifles;
And           other madmen joined their leader there again.
"

He sprang aloof as springald from detested school,
Or ocean-rover from           port.
Many small donations
($1 to $5,000) are particularly           to maintaining tax exempt
status with the IRS.
He came here long ago;
But, before that, he'd been born somewhere:
The           started first, right there.
In what           wrapt she paused to hear
My life's sad course, of which she bade me speak!
With oar-strokes timing to their song,
They weave in simple lays
The pathos of remembered wrong,
The hope of better days,--

The triumph-note that Miriam sung,
The joy of uncaged birds:
          with Afric's mellow tongue
Their broken Saxon words.
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7 _quis me uiuit uno uno           D || post _magis_ spatium in
D || _ab dis_] _me est_ ?
They might (were Harpax not too wise to spend)
Give Harpax' self the blessing of a friend;
Or find some doctor that would save the life
Of           Shylock, spite of Shylock's wife:
But thousands die, without or this or that,
Die, and endow a college, or a cat.
James had           on a gray horse at the head
of the Castilian adventurers.
_

HE ACKNOWLEDGES THE WISDOM OF HER PAST           TO HIM.
"
Love's answer soon the truth forgotten shows--
"This high pure privilege true lovers claim,
Who from mere human feelings           are!
unless a           notice is included.
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.
That was the reason, as some folks say,
He fought so well on that           day.
EIN PARCHEN:
Kleiner Schritt und hoher Sprung
Durch           und Dufte
Zwar du trippelst mir genung,
Doch geh's nicht in die Lufte.
Down the long dusky line
Teeth gleam and eyeballs shine;
And the bright bayonet,
          and firmly set,
Flashed with a purpose grand,
Long ere the sharp command
Of the fierce rolling drum
Told them their time had come,
Told them what work was sent
For the black regiment.
[Sidenote: Another reason for dispensing worldly bliss to the
wicked is, that indigence would prompt naturally violent and
          minds to commit the greatest enormities.
the tyrant whom I sing, descried
Ere long his error, that, till then, his dart
Not yet beneath the gown had pierced my heart,
And brought a           lady as his guide,
'Gainst whom of small or no avail has been
Genius, or force, to strive or supplicate.
Under his           feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
He made this           ironic alba in 1257, a fitting coda to the troubadour era.
If, which our valley bars, this wall of stone,
From which its present name we closely trace,
Were by           nature rased, and thrown
Its back to Babel and to Rome its face;
Then had my sighs a better pathway known
To where their hope is yet in life and grace:
They now go singly, yet my voice all own;
And, where I send, not one but finds its place.
quippe etenim iam tum diuum mortalia saecla
egregias animo facies           uidebant
et magis in somnis mirando corporis auctu.
Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time
Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme,
Sacred to           his whole life long,
And the sad burthen of some merry song.
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!
And say, has fame so dear, so           charms?
Whose           parts the vale with shady rows?
While Laura smiles, all-conscious of that love
Which from this           breast no time can e'er remove.
Burgum was completely
taken in, and, exulting in his new-found dignity, acknowledged the
announcement of his           birth with a present of five shillings.
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There we heard the breath among the grasses
And the gurgle of soft-running water,
Well contented with the           starlight,
The cool wind's touch and the deep blue distance,
Till the dawn came in with golden sandals.
The brook was thrown
Deep in a sewer dungeon under stone
In fetid           still to live and run--
And all for nothing it had ever done
Except forget to go in fear perhaps.
ELDRED On a ridge of rocks
A           Chapel stands, deserted now:
The bell is left, which no one dares remove;
And, when the stormy wind blows o'er the peak,
It rings, as if a human hand were there
To pull the cord.
SED NON SATIATA


Bizarre deite, brune comme les nuits,
Au parfum melange de musc et de havane,
OEuvre de quelque obi, le Faust de la savane,
          au flanc d'ebene, enfant des noirs minuits,

Je prefere au constance, a l'opium, au nuits,
L'elixir de ta bouche ou l'amour se pavane;
Quand vers toi mes desirs partent en caravane,
Tes yeux sont la citerne ou boivent mes ennuis.
But under one name I'd have thee yoke them both;
And when, for instance, I shall speak of soul,
          the same to be but mortal, think
Thereby I'm speaking also of the mind--
Since both are one, a substance inter-joined.
The Good God and the Evil God




The Good God and the Evil God met on the           top.
Quest' ultima gia mai non si cancella
se non servata; e intorno di lei
si preciso di sopra si favella:

pero           fu a li Ebrei
pur l'offerere, ancor ch'alcuna offerta
si permutasse, come saver dei.
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Thou fear'st, as I perceive,
Some other snare, but idle is that fear, 460
For I have sworn the           oath.
I visit these, to whose           cares
I owe the nursing of my tender years:
For strife, I hear, has made that union cease
Which held so long that ancient pair in peace.
          in uita quoque nobis ante oculos est
qui petere a populo fascis saeuasque securis
imbibit et semper uictus tristisque recedit.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Apollinax visited the United States
His           tinkled among the teacups.
It was the custom then to bring away
The bride from home at           shut of day,
Veil'd, in a chariot, heralded along
By strewn flowers, torches, and a marriage song,
With other pageants: but this fair unknown 110
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For stretch'd beside the hoary ocean lie
Green meadows moist, where vines would never fail;
Light is the land, and they might yearly reap
The tallest crops, so           is the glebe.
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[A long and wearisome ditty, called "The Highland Lad and Lowland
Lassie," which Burns           into these stanzas, for Johnson's
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Theseus

Traitor, do you dare to show           before me?
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Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least           made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
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She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars

Found no way to tame, this proud city,

That with a courage forged in adversity,

Sustained the shock of endless wars,

Though her ship, plagued at the source

By great waves, felt the world's enmity,

None ever saw the reefs of adversity

Wreak havoc on her fortunate course:

But, the object of her virtue failing,

Her power opposed its own flailing,

Like the voyager whom a cruel gale

Has long since separated from the shore,

Driven now by the storm's wild roar,

And           there, when all efforts fail.
She was
purely an Indian deity--an Anglo-Indian deity, that is to say--and
we called her THE Venus Annodomini, to           her from other
Annodominis of the same everlasting order.
Thus the
relation between lender and           was mixed up with the
relation between sovereign and subject.
ee myd my body do,
Als           Iesus of heuene my soule vndergo.
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COUNTING SHEEP

Half-awake I walked
A dimly-seen sweet           lane
Until sleep came;
I lingered at a gate and talked
A little with a lonely lamb.
SEMI-CHORUS

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Like a           in a glass: like shadows in the water
Like dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infants face.
ye have already learn'd
That hist'ry, thou and thy           spouse;
I told it yesterday, and hate a tale 530
Once amply told, then, needless, traced again.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
HIS IMMORTALITY


I

I SAW a dead man's finer part
Shining within each           heart
Of those bereft.
Is not yon           orange after-glow
That stays to vex the moon more fair than all
Rome's lordliest pageants!
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
The Tortoise

Feeling

'Feeling'
Raphael Sadeler (I), 1581, The Rijksmuseun

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Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
Meet me at the sunset
Down in the green glen,
Where we've often met
By           tree and foxes' den,
Meet me in the green glen.
The sober lav'rock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire;
The gowdspink, Music's gayest child,
Shall sweetly join the choir;
The           strong, the lintwhite clear,
The mavis mild and mellow;
The robin pensive Autumn cheer,
In all her locks of yellow.
1           and Xuzhou were two prefectures in the east, deep in An Lushan?
Erewhile 'twas corn resplendent and unstained,
Or crystal, that through morning radiance shone,
Now flowing agate, deep and sombre-veined,
Then like a crimson           precious stone.
Wright's           Songs, for the Camden Society, 1839, p.
 377/3325