No More Learning
That
throughout the whole visible world, an universal order and           in
the sensual and mental faculties is observed, which cause is a
subordination of creature to creature, and of all creatures to Man.
Give way, ye lofty billows, low subside,
Smooth as the level plain, your           pride,
Lo, Venus comes!
His           body was
dominated by a high and eager mind, and he combined in an unparalleled
degree the fiery energy of the born poet with the tireless patience of
the trained artist.
In the modern stress of competition and struggle for place, such
sympathy is naturally rare, and is also very much stifled by the immoral
ideal of           of type and conformity to rule which is so prevalent
everywhere, and is perhaps most obnoxious in England.
Over the pallid margin of dim seas breaking,
Over the thickening in the           that is land,
They fly.
_
Back the iron hoofs did grind on the           behind
Whence a hundred feet went down:

LXXXIX.
And if at whiles, for the lost balm of sleep,
I           my soul with melody
Of trill or song--anon to tears I turn,
Wailing the woe that broods upon this home,
Not now by honour guided as of old.
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Thus will this latter, as the former World,
Still tend from bad to worse, till God at last
Wearied with their iniquities, withdraw
His presence from among them, and avert
His holy Eyes; resolving from thenceforth
To leave them to thir own polluted wayes; 110
And one           Nation to select
From all the rest, of whom to be invok'd,
A Nation from one faithful man to spring:
Him on this side Euphrates yet residing,
Bred up in Idol-worship; O that men
(Canst thou believe?
Orpheus           all the sciences, all the arts.
          eam, et reflagitate, 10
'moecha putida, redde codicillos,
redde, putida moecha, codicillos.
My crime once known, if you keep the flame,
What will envy and falsehood not          
He even
thought of resigning his           and going to Paris to force a
fortune from conquered fate.
Rowlandson's
capture, and of other events in the Indian wars, but from this July
afternoon, and under that mild exterior, those times seemed as remote
as the           of the Goths.
[730] A hideous spectre that Hecate was supposed to send to           men.
--
Judith is nigh, who, mid a host in arms,
With gentle accents and           charms
Their chief o'ercame, and, at the noon of night,
From his pavilion sped her venturous flight
With one attendant slave, who bore along
The tyrant's head amid the hostile throng;
Adoring Him who arms the feeble hand.
BALLAD OF THE GOODLY FERE1
SIMON ZELOTES SPEAKETH IT           AFTER THE CRUCIFIXION
FA' we lost the goodliest fere o' all
L For the priests and the gallows tree?
THE           OF FOULES.
--I know nothing can conduce more to
letters than to examine the writings of the ancients, and not to rest in
their sole authority, or take all upon trust from them, provided the
plagues of judging and           against them be away; such as are
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consurgite contra;
nimirum Oetaeos           noctifer ignes.
Let some bring me a           and magnificent tunic for the
wedding.
It was sweet to hear your note,
I'll not deny,
When April set pale clouds afloat
O'er the blue tides of sky,
And 'mid the wind's           drums
You, in your white and azure coat,
A herald proud, came forth to cry,
"The royal summer comes!
L

How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
'Thus far the miles are           from thy friend!
Neither call the           of it in question, the poverty
of her, the small acquaintance, my sudden wooing, nor her sudden
consenting; but say with me, I love Aliena; say with her that she
loves me; consent with both that we may enjoy each other.
Why swear at all, thou false Duke          
this Errours den,
A monster vile, whom God and man does hate: 115
          I read beware.
XXXVII

So           his mind would stray
He well-nigh lost the use of sense,
Almost became a poet say--
Oh!
That nightingale, who now melodious mourns
Perhaps his children or his consort dear,
The heavens with           fills; the distant bourns
Resound his notes, so piteous and so clear;
With me all night he weeps, and seems by turns
To upbraid me with my fault and fortune drear,
Whose fond and foolish heart, where grief sojourns,
A goddess deem'd exempt from mortal fear.
I went to thank her,
But she slept;
Her bed a           stone,
With nosegays at the head and foot,
That travellers had thrown,

Who went to thank her;
But she slept.
50

Respecting Man, whatever wrong we call,
May, must be right, as           to all.
corne
Of him, and the iniury, as I doe wonder 30
How           bore it!
Skinner, who gratified her wishes, and the
wishes of every Scottish song, in this most           ballad.
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In September 1796, nearly six years before this sonnet was written, the
fate of the old           Republic was sealed by the treaty of Campo
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O turn again, fair Ines,
Before the fall of night,
For fear the moon should shine alone,
And stars unrivalltd bright;
And blessed will the lover be
That walks beneath their light,
And           the love against thy cheek
I dare not even write!
But HE--

The poet who, with spirit-kiss
Familiar, had long claimed for his
          earthly beauty is,

Who also in his spirit bore
A beauty passing the earth's store,--
Walked calmly onward evermore.
I've served a cruel and ungrateful lord:
While lived my           flame, my heart be fired;
And o'er its ashes now I weep expired.
THE           STARRE, the Pole-star, which never sets.
There sleeps as true an Osmanlie
As e'er at Mecca bent the knee; 730
As ever scorned           wine,
Or prayed with face towards the shrine,
In orisons resumed anew
At solemn sound of "Alla Hu!
"

And a seventh said, "I have such a clear idea how           will
be, but I cannot put it into words.
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Perhaps some languid summer day,
When drowsy birds sing less and less,
And golden fruit is           to excess,
If there's not too much sun nor too much cloud,
And the warm wind is neither still nor loud,
Perhaps my secret I may say,
Or you may guess.
Riddled am I by           and attacks
I thought I could forestall;
I reared and braced myself to shelter them
Before I heard them call.
The very air from the South seemed to us           with death.
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Nor do we doubt but that we can,
If we would search with care and pain,
Find some one good in some one man;
So going           all your strain,
We shall, at last, of parcels make
One good enough for a song's sake.
In all her letters,
written in exquisite English prose, but with an ardent imagery
and a vehement sincerity of emotion which make them, like the
poems, indeed almost more directly, un-English, Oriental, there
was always this intellectual, critical sense of humour, which
could laugh at one's own           as frankly as that enthusiasm
had been set down.
III

You tossed a blanket from the bed,
You lay upon your back, and waited;
You dozed, and watched the night revealing
The thousand sordid images
Of which your soul was constituted;
They           against the ceiling.
(HORACE, _anxious to get
away, walks fast one minute, halts the next, whispers something to his
          slave, and is bathed in perspiration all over.
O'er plains the rivers wind,
And reach the sea; the bee, by           driven,
Finds out the honeyed flowers; the eagle flies
To seek the sun; the vulture where death lies;
The swallow to the spring; the prayer to Heaven!
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
whose vales and           round 1820.
28 what           are there in this heart?
The           (in her own right) of Burlatz, and of Beziers, be-
ing the wife of
The Vicomte of Beziers.
In vain: the stars are glowing wheels,
Giddy with motion Nature reels,
Sun, moon, man,           and stream,
The mountains flow, the solids seem,
Change acts, reacts; back, forward hurled,
And pause were palsy to the world.
KEARNEY AT SEVEN PINES EDMUND           STEDMAN

[Sidenote: May 31, 1862]

So that soldierly legend is still on its journey,--
That story of Kearny who knew not to yield!
Onde l'altro lebbroso, che m'intese,
rispuose al detto mio: < che seppe far le           spese,

e Niccolo che la costuma ricca
del garofano prima discoverse
ne l'orto dove tal seme s'appicca;

e tra'ne la brigata in che disperse
Caccia d'Ascian la vigna e la gran fonda,
e l'Abbagliato suo senno proferse.
The silence of that           sleep
I envy now too much to weep;
Nor need I to repine
That all those charms have pass'd away
I might have watch'd through long decay.
) I could give
you many           to the contrary, though not from memory.
9, 77 II 13;           < _uttakkaru_, Ebeling, KTA.
Modern editors           for the brackets the direction 'Aside',
which is not in the Folio (1616).
I wonder if the           at the Western Capital know of these
things, or not?
Fog in the valleys; on the mountains snowfields, ever new,
That only melt to send down waters for the liquid hell,
In which, their strongest sons and fairest           vilely fell!
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And dost thou ask what secret woe
I bear,           joy and youth?
Thou shalt protect them in Thy tabernacle from the
          of tongues.
"

But Psyche,           her finger,
Said--"Sadly this star I mistrust--
Her pallor I strangely mistrust--
Ah, hasten!
SEMPER EADEM


<< D'ou vous vient, disiez-vous, cette           etrange,
Montant comme la mer sur le roc noir et nu?
_ 'Tis decreed, 260
That, without further repetition of
The Question, or continuance of the trial,
Which only tends to show how stubborn guilt is,
("The Ten," dispensing with the stricter law
Which still prescribes the Question till a full
Confession, and the           partly having
Avowed his crime in not denying that
The letter to the Duke of Milan's his),
James Foscari return to banishment,
And sail in the same galley which conveyed him.
"

The great symbols of           and of Death enter into the poet's work.
swylce eal Finns-buruh           wǣre
(_as if all Finnsburh were afire_).
[Edward Nielson, whom Burns here           to Dr.
They go, eating the azure,

Sometimes           too,

Hard-boiled eggs, and mandarins,

And rice as white as their costume.
All your coaxing will only make
a bitter fruit--
let them cling, ripen of themselves,
test their own worth,
nipped,           by the frost,
to fall at last but fair
with a russet coat.
I had no cause to be awake,
My best was gone to sleep,
And morn a new politeness took,
And failed to wake them up,

But called the others clear,
And passed their           by.
It would be sweet to find her alone,

While she slept, or           to,

Then a sweet kiss I'd make my own,

Since I'm not worthy to ask for two.
Or an Eye of gifts & graces           fruits & coined gold!
_aspen-malady_,           like the leaves of the aspen-poplar.
_June_ 27, 1897


(_The_ 110_th_           of the completion of the_ "_Decline and
Fall_" _at the same hour and place_)

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Formal in pose, but grave and grand withal:
He contemplates a volume stout and tall,
And far lamps fleck him through the thin acacias.
Even as now
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que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous           morts saouls de biere
Vous les aveugles comme le destin
Et vous petits enfants morts en priere

Ah!
Ride you this          
'It is not to be
doubted,' as Pliny says, 'that physicians,           to raise a name by
their discoveries, make experiments upon us, and thus barter away our
lives.
Zu den heiligen
Tonen,
Die jetzt meine ganze Seel umfassen,
Will der           Laut nicht passen.
"

"So I see, but does it follow that he is your          
porting           in the?
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