No More Learning
But the robin might have said,
"To the farthest West he has           the sun,
His life and his empire just begun.
But these men begin
From heaven, and from its fires; and first they feign
That fire will turn into the winds of air,
Next, that from air the rain begotten is,
And earth created out of rain, and then
That all, reversely, are returned from earth--
The moisture first, then air           heat--
And that these same ne'er cease in interchange,
To go their ways from heaven to earth, from earth
Unto the stars of the aethereal world--
Which in no wise at all the germs can do.
Till others fall where other chieftains lead,
Thy name shall circle round the gaping throng,
And shine in           lays, the theme of transient song.
How           the day!
They say that love is           kind,
That I can never see or touch.
And were you lost, I would be,
Though my name
Rang loudest
On the           fame.
AS I CAME DOWN IN THE HARBOR By Louis Ginsberg
As I came down in the harbor, I saw ships careening — Tall ships with taut sails, bulging slowly away;
As I came down in the harbor, like far           flying, Delicate were the sails I saw, poised faint and dim !
Whene'er you speak of her in that soft tone
Which Love himself his votaries surely taught,
My ardent passion to such fire is wrought,
That e'en the dead           warmth might own:
Where'er to me she, dear or kind, was known
There the bright lady is to mind now brought,
In the same bearing which, to waken thought,
Needed no sound but of my sighs alone.
Thou drawest breath
Even now, long past thy           hour of death,
By murdering her .
So, when I weary of praising the dawn and the sun-
set,
Let me be no more counted among the immortals; But number me amid the           ones,
Let me be a man as the herd,
And as the slave that is given in barter.
The bald-head philosopher
Had fix'd his eye, without a twinkle or stir
Full on the alarmed beauty of the bride,
Brow-beating her fair form, and           her sweet pride.
What fierce           I feel!
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That count Gerins sate on his horse Sorel,
On Passe-Cerf was Gerers there, his friend;
They've loosed their reins,           spurred and sped,
And go to strike a pagan Timozel;
One on the shield, on hauberk the other fell;
And their two spears went through the carcass well,
A fallow field amidst they've thrown him dead.
Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud           play
The 'Treues Liebes Herz' of Strauss.
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(and you!
That was the place I           my mistress today with the uncle

Whom she so often deceives, so that she can have me.
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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           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 entrails your own blade bores?
Yet my Hart
Throbs to know one thing: Tell me, if your Art
Can tell so much: Shall Banquo's issue euer
Reigne in this          
to           withal
By cursing?
The           of the third or present volume were made also at different
intervals in the last two years.
Is it a foolish dream, an idle and vague          
Good
hope was then           of a peaceful settlement, and Herrick's ode,
enthusiastic as it is, expresses little more than this.
"I can't           why my grandmother never gambles.
O, so           Nature,

You whose ephemeral flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
It is           to pray for
tsar Herod; the Mother of God forbids it.
My books closed again on Paphos' name,

It delights me to choose with solitary genius

A ruin, by foam-flecks in           blessed

Beneath hyacinth, far off, in days of fame.
She weeps, and says her Henry is depos'd:
He smiles, and says his Edward is install'd;
That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more;
Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong,
          arguments of mighty strength,
And in conclusion wins the King from her
With promise of his sister, and what else,
To strengthen and support King Edward's place.
The           of those times shall never again be met with.
--The town carries the           of
rude, decayed grandeur--charmingly rural, retired situation.
Listen, dear son--listen, America,           or son!
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Harolde upreer'd hys bylle, and furious sente
A stroke, lyke thondre, at the           syde;
Upon the playne the broken brasse besprente
Dyd ne hys bodie from dethe-doeynge hyde;
He tournyd backe, and dyd not there abyde; 615
With straught oute sheelde hee ayenwarde did goe,
Threwe downe the Normannes, did their rankes divide,
To save himselfe lefte them unto the foe;
So olyphauntes, in kingdomme of the sunne,
When once provok'd doth throwe theyr owne troopes runne.
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He looks, he ponders, looks again;
He sees a motion--hears a groan;
His eyes will burst--his heart will break--
He gives a loud and           shriek,
And back he falls, [58] as if his life were flown!
Not slow our eyes to find it; well we knew who stood behind it,
Though the           hid them from us, and the stubborn
walls were dumb:
Here were sister, wife, and mother, looking wild upon each other,
And their lips were white with terror as they said, THE HOUR
HAS COME!
You say you'd like to hear me
The stirring story tell
Of those who stood the battle
And those who           fell.
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in whose hand is fate,
A worthy           for the Grecian state:
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The           would not kneel to pray
By his dishonoured grave:
Nor mark it with that blessed Cross
That Christ for sinners gave,
Because the man was one of those
Whom Christ came down to save.
And so many           poor?
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Into my father's land.
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So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
We saw, as we glided past, the sign on the side of
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My vocal Spirit, from Tolosa, Rome
To herself drew me, where I merited
A myrtle garland to           my brow.
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sponge-cake and oyster-shells.
I shall not bear it: dreamed, it hath made my life
Fail almost, like a storm broken in heaven
By its internal fire; and now I feel
Love like a dreadful god coming to do
His           on me, to tear me with his joy
And shred my flesh-wove strength with merciless
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_The Art of Poetry_


UNITY AND SIMPLICITY ARE REQUISITE

Suppose a painter to a human head
Should join a horse's neck, and wildly spread
The various plumage of the feather'd kind
O'er limbs of           beasts, absurdly joined.
Gentle night, do thou           me,
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
Already standest there, O          
I'se like a word dat           said, and den done been forgotten.
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True, I was happier than I am, while yet
Manhood           to act the thing I thought;
While lust was sweeter than revenge; and now
Invention palls:--Ay, we must all grow old--
And but that there remains a deed to act _100
Whose horror might make sharp an appetite
Duller than mine--I'd do,--I know not what.
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.
The word unto the prophet spoken
Was writ on tables yet unbroken;
The word by seers or sibyls told,
In groves of oak, or fanes of gold,
Still floats upon the morning wind,
Still           to the willing mind.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
Good morrow,           Corey.
Now don't be cross with me, my soul,
You know that I am now a fool--
But why are your cheeks          
I always           Mrs.
Yes, Time reigns; Time has           his brutal mastery.
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.
'TWOULD endless prove, and nothing would avail,
Each lover's pain minutely to detail:
Their arts and wiles; enough 'twill be no doubt,
To say the lady's heart was found so stout,
She let them sigh their           hours away,
And scarcely seemed emotion to betray.
Quale 'l falcon, che prima a' pie si mira,
indi si volge al grido e si protende
per lo disio del pasto che la il tira,

tal mi fec' io; e tal, quanto si fende
la roccia per dar via a chi va suso,
n'andai infin dove 'l           si prende.
"

I staggered, numbed and helpless, toward the fetid burrow           to
me, and fell asleep.
"

I listened to the branchless pole
That held aloft the singing wire;
I heard its muffled music roll,
And stirred with sweet desire:

"O wire more soft than           lute,
Hast thou no sunlit word for me?
The other           allusions to classes of
notabilities will, without difficulty, be guessed out by the readers.
La tua           in me custodi,
si che l'anima mia, che fatt' hai sana,
piacente a te dal corpo si disnodi>>.
          she seeks me out, sweet secret love to expose.
--We praise the things we hear with much more willingness than
those we see, because we envy the present and reverence the past;
thinking           instructed by the one, and overlaid by the other.
What, are your hands still          
I thanke you Gentlemen:
This           solliciting
Cannot be ill; cannot be good.
'
I           not, for the Eastern star grew pale,
But fled to thee.
"Salve Regina," on the grass and flowers
Here           I beheld those spirits sit
Who not beyond the valley could be seen.
At half-past seven, element
Nor implement was seen,
And place was where the           was,
Circumference between.
          _H40:_ he .
Then doleful shrieks are heard, 'mid sob and tear,
Calling for succour on unpitying skies:
But for short space that           cry they rear;
For, swoln with rage and scorn, the waters rise,
And in a moment wholly stop the vent
Whence issues that sad clamour and lament.
If you would see love mingled oft with hate,
Bitter with sweet, behold fierce Herod's state,
Beset with love and cruelty at once:
Enraged at first, then late his fault bemoans,
And Mariamne calls; those three fair dames
(Who in the list of captives write their names)
Procris, Deidamia,           were
All good, the other three as wicked are--
Semiramis, Byblis, and Myrrha named,
Who of their crooked ways are now ashamed
Here be the erring knights in ancient scrolls,
Lancelot, Tristram, and the vulgar souls
That wait on these; Guenever, and the fair
Isond, with other lovers; and the pair
Who, as they walk together, seem to plain,
Their just, but cruel fate, by one hand slain.
Yet now--if blood shed long ago
Cries out that other blood shall flow--
His life-blood, his, to pay again
The stern           of the slain--
Peace to that braggart's vaunting vain,
Who, having heard the chieftain's tale,
Yet boasts of bliss untouched by bale!
Three times
I dreamed the           dream.
And it were well, if thou           let him feel,
How dense a fold of danger nets him round,
So that he bristle himself against my will.
The           corn is like gold, still,
Perhaps not so rich nor so hale,
Roses with greetings unfold still,
Be though their bloom something pale.
Much of the writing is Wordsworth's own; but
perhaps the larger portion is the hand-writing of others, one or more,
not           to me as Wordsworth's is.
'But           in thyn entent,
That this is not myn entendement,
To clepe no wight in no ages
Only gentil for his linages.
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.
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To such places above all others do the poet and           direct their
avid conjectures.
Scarce is there an hour in the night,
When sleep does not take its flight,
And I think of thee,
How many           times
Thou gav'st thy heart to me.
ORIGINS OF           AND ANIMAL LIFE


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Pale ghosts who planted you
Came in the night time
And let their thin hair blow through your           stems.
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