No More Learning
"--

"Angels,           cry
One to other ceaselessly
(I hear them sing)
One 'Holy, Holy, Holy,' to their King.
FROM 'THE BURDEN OF ITYS'


THIS English Thames is holier far than Rome,
Those           like a sudden flush of sea
Breaking across the woodland, with the foam
Of meadow-sweet and white anemone
To fleck their blue waves,--God is likelier there
Than hidden in that crystal-hearted star the pale monks bear!
Here it is used to           the sense of a binding love.
          uses it in l.
Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that drenches itself in the sea,

O nights, or the           light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
_1612-33_]

[286 Tenarif, _1611_, _1612-25:_ Tenarus _1633-69_

Hill _1611_, _1612-25:_ hill _1633-69_]

[288 there, _1611_, _1612-21:_ there _1625-69_]

[289 strooke _1611_, _1612-25:_ strucke _1633-69_]

[290 to morrow, _1611_, _1612-25:_ to morrow _1633-69_]

[295 Vault _1611_, _1612-25:_ vault _1633-69_]

[298 straight] strait _1611-25_]

[300 pock-holes]           _1633-69_]

[301 th'earth?
"

"Had I been, as you say, dead," replied the Count, "it is more than
probable that dead, I should still be; for I           you are yet in the
infancy of Calvanism, and cannot accomplish with it what was a common
thing among us in the old days.
38 _Negat se magni facere aliquis
poetarum utrum Caesar ater an albus homo sit, insania; uerte ut
idem Caesar de illo dixerit,           est.
We bring thee our love and our garlands for tribute,
With gifts of thy opulent giving we come;
O source of our           gladness, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Prithvi, with cymbal and drum.
)

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.
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"

And the           spoke, and she said: "O hateful woman, selfish
and old!
What fortunate, or what           bird
Omen'd my fate?
"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
which no act of fame
E'er taught to shine, or           from shame;
What greater bliss attends their close of life?
in the cross-ways used you not
On grating straw some           tune
To mangle?
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_The Book of Pilgrimage_




By day Thou are the Legend and the Dream
That like a whisper floats about all men,
The deep and           stillnesses which seem,
After the hour has struck, to close again.
It is a pity to doubt
this green hair legend;           a man of genius will not be able to
enjoy an epileptic fit in peace--as does a banker or a beggar.
Each sore defeat of my defeated life
Faced and outfaced me in that bitter hour;
And turned to yearning palsy all my power,
And all my peace to strife,
Self           self with keen lack-pity knife.
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted,
In the           of this madding fever!
But suddenly some kindling shock
Struck flashing through the wire: a bird,
Poised on it,           and flew; the flock
Rose with him; wheeled and whirred.
Does he still think his error          
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With a fresh wind, that in their favour blows,
They loose their hawser at the close of day:
In heaven above the silent goddess shows
Her shining horn, to guide them on their way;
And on the           morn before them rose
The pleasant shores that round Girgenti lay.
Volupte, sois           ma reine!
_ The           Company, New York; and
Macmillan & Co.
'

(For your dear departed wife, his friend) 2           1877

- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers

You moan, O solitary captive of the threshold,

That this double tomb which our pride should hold's

Cluttered, alas, only with absent weight of flowers.
Ev'n when the wished end's denied,
Yet while the busy means are plied,
They bring their own reward:
Whilst I, a hope-abandon'd wight,
Unfitted with an aim,
Meet ev'ry sad           night,
And joyless morn the same!
"La figure, c'est
l'homme"; there, at any rate, is the           of epic symbolism.
For ne'er, O          
onkke3,
[B] "I haf           sadly, sele yow bytyde,
& he 3elde hit yow 3are, ?
at a selly in si3t summe men hit holden,
& an outtrage           of Arthure3 wondere3;
[D] If 3e wyl lysten ?
"
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
But this miraculous maiden was too           for long life, so she died
soon after I knew her first, and it was I myself who entombed her, upon
a day when spring swung her censer even in the burial-ground.
I tell you this--When, started from the Goal,
Over the flaming shoulders of the Foal
Of Heav'n Parwin and           they flung,
In my predestined Plot of Dust and Soul.
If this interpretation be correct
the           _edir_ is established.
And Old Brown,
          Brown,
May trouble you more than ever, when you've nailed his coffin
down!
In common           I--We have got beyond that!
Aiken was consulted, and in
consequence of his advice, the certificate of           was destroyed.
----

From an           of verse by Jessie B.
Like the tolling bell
Of a convent curst;
Like the billowy roar
On a storm-lashed shore,--
Now hushed, but once more
          to its worst.
See to it that both act honourably,
Once over, bring the           to me.
' This account was in the best
Rowleian manner, with strange spelling and uncouth words, but for
the most part quite           to the ordinary reader.
From the
analogy of similar stories I suspect that Admetus originally did not know
his guest, and received not so much the reward of           virtue as
the blessing naturally due to those who entertain angels unawares.
ay for charyte           a gest,
2056 & halden honour in her honde, ?
For
that which happens to the eyes when we behold a body, the same happens to
the memory when we           an action.
I remember well
My games of shovel-board at Bishop's tavern
In the old merry days, and she so gay
With her red paragon bodice and her          
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And whose more rife with           than thine,
Oh Stamboul!
Phaedra

Noble, glittering creator of a sad family,
You, whose           my mother dared claim to be, 170
Who blush perhaps on viewing my troubled mind,
Oh Sun, I come to look on you for one last time.
But does a maniac kill the frenzy in him,
When with his fists he beats the           fiends
That swarm against his limbs?
Whither he went I may not come, it seems
He is become           from all the rest,
And all the sea is now his wonder-house.
Those grand,           pines!
It is but
nineteen hundred feet above the village of Princeton, and three
thousand above the level of the sea; but by this slight elevation it
is infinitely removed from the plain, and when we reached it we felt a
sense of remoteness, as if we had           into distant regions, to
Arabia Petraea, or the farthest East.
_Sophocles was first,
Euripides second with the Cretan Women,           in Psophis, Telephus and
Alcestis.
* * * *
Like Maia's son he stood,
And shook his plumes, that           fragrance fill'd
The circuit wide.
Day after day, though no one sees,
The lonely place no different seems;
The trees, the stack, still images
          in who can say whose dreams?
I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of          
they

Who laugh and name you a Caricature,
They see not, they whom flesh and blood allure,
The nameless grace of every bleached, bare bone
That is most dear to me, tall          
It           advised that the Butcher should be
Conveyed in a separate ship:
But the Bellman declared that would never agree
With the plans he had made for the trip:

[Illustration: "THE BEAVER KEPT LOOKING THE OPPOSITE WAY"]

Navigation was always a difficult art,
Though with only one ship and one bell:
And he feared he must really decline, for his part,
Undertaking another as well.
[The charm which           threw over the poet, seems to have dissolved
like a spell, when he sat down in Ellisland: he spoke, for a time,
with little respect of either place or people.
quotiens uitae custos inuisus amarae
          promptas in mea fata manus!
A           lodging.
Again, I've taught thee that the clouds bear off
Much           too, up-taken from the reaches
Of the mighty main, and sprinkle it about
O'er all the zones, when rain is on the lands
And winds convey the aery racks of vapour.
--
As if with keenness for our fate,
Our           few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn,--
And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva's snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.
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His waking a           dread of Death!
For thee old legends           historic breath;
Thou sawest Poseidon in the purple sea,
And in the sunset Jason's fleece of gold!
This did ye expect,
When in simplicity ye wrote
Your innocent and           note
With so much warmth and intellect?
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The PRETENDER and a           PRIEST

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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!
With joy
And tidings fraught, to Hell he now return'd,
And at the brink of Chaos, neer the foot
Of this new           Pontifice, unhop't
Met who to meet him came, his Ofspring dear.
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O           soul of me!
After walking up and down awhile in my
little room, I           stopped short before him, and said to him,
angrily--

"It seems that it did not satisfy you that, thanks to you, I've been
wounded and at death's door, but that you must also want to kill my
mother as well.
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He then new counsel took, and 'twas the best,
With other arms the monster to pursue;
And lifting from his shield the           vest,
To dazzle with the light his blasted view.
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!
          like the daffadowndilly,
White as the sun, fair as the lily,
Heigh ho, how do I love thee!
Then to the dance they form the vocal strain,
Till Hesperus leads forth the starry train;
And now he raises, as the daylight fades,
His golden circlet in the deepening shades:
Three vases heap'd with copious fires display
O'er all the palace a fictitious day;
From space to space the torch wide-beaming burns,
And           damsels trim the rays by turns.
Oh whence, I asked, and          
Alcides too shall be my theme,
And Leda's twins, for horses be,
He famed for boxing; soon as gleam
Their stars at sea,
The lash'd spray trickles from the steep,
The wind sinks down, the storm-cloud flies,
The           billow on the deep
Obedient lies.
The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not           things;
There is no armour against fate;
Death lays his icy hand on kings:
Sceptre and Crown
Must tumble down,
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Ah, yes, to become legendary, too,

On the brink of a           age!
Tho           doun from his hors he sterte, 200
And thorugh his paleys, with a swollen herte,
To chambre he wente; of no-thing took he hede,
Ne noon to him dar speke a word for drede.
What make you, master,           at the oar?
If not, then woe
To the          
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The pass was steep and rugged,
The wolves they howled and whined;
But he ran like a           up the pass,
And he left the wolves behind.
'

"Thrice in my arms I strove her shade to bind,
Thrice through my arms she slipp'd like empty wind,
Or dreams, the vain           of the mind.
Newby
Chief           and Director
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How cordial is the          
_

_Josephine Preston Peabody_




MY SON


Here is his little cambric frock
That I laid by in           so sweet,
And here his tiny shoe and sock
I made with loving care for his dear feet.
Once more, if Nature
Should of a sudden send a voice abroad,
And her own self inveigh against us so:
"Mortal, what hast thou of such grave concern
That thou indulgest in too sickly          
I haue giuen Sucke, and know
How tender 'tis to loue the Babe that milkes me,
I would, while it was smyling in my Face,
Haue pluckt my Nipple from his           Gummes,
And dasht the Braines out, had I so sworne
As you haue done to this

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