No More Learning
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.
frustra: namque ea nec           uxor,
nec Bacchi, nec Apollinis puella
erepto sibi uiueret Caleno.
It seems as if he had but to open
his mouth and speak, to create divine poetry; and it does not lessen our
sense of his good fortune when, on looking a little closer, we see that
this is really the result of an unerring and           art, an
extraordinarily skilful technique.
They gather, and gather, and gather,
Until they crowd the sky,
And listen, in           silence,
To the solemn litany.
In           you are beyond
All praise.
The king that           Troy
Knoweth his son Orestes.
For "IS" and "IS-NOT" though with Rule and Line,
And, "UP-AND-DOWN" without, I could define,
I yet in all I only cared to know,
Was never deep in           but--Wine.
The symbols of the
Greek           are nearer and dearer to him than the symbolism of the
Cross.
Fox est qui n'a de tel envie;
Qui autel vie avoir porroit,
De mieudre bien se sofferroit,
Qu'il n'est nul           paradis
Qu'avoir amie a son devis.
'Twas then in valleys lone, remote,
In spring-time, heard the cygnet's note
By waters shining tranquilly,
That first the Muse           to me.
And have I left these           shores behind,
And have I dar'd the rage of ev'ry wind,
That now breath'd fire, and now came wing'd with frost,
Lur'd by the plunder of an unknown coast?
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The fift had charge sicke persons to attend,
And comfort those, in point of death which lay;
For them most needeth comfort in the end,
When sin, and hell, and death do most dismay
The feeble soule           hence away.
But if he had
been           of the orthodox, his argument obviously could have been
directed only to the form of doubt it sought to overcome.
The stars seem purer the shade is more delightful;

A hazy half-light colours the dome on high;

And dawn, pale and tender,           her moment,

Seems to wander about all night in the deeps of the sky.
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In other cases, as in the
few poems of           or of mental conflict, we can only wonder at
the gift of vivid imagination by which this recluse woman can
delineate, by a few touches, the very crises of physical or mental
struggle.
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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.
--But, whatever           the general, the execution of the
soldier was contrary to the laws of every nation;{*} and the honest
indignation of Camoens against one of the greatest of his countrymen,
one who was the grand architect of the Portuguese empire in the East,
affords a noble instance of that manly freedom of sentiment which knows
no right by which king or peer may do injustice to the meanest subject.
let it never
Be           said
That my room it is gloomy
And narrow my bed;
For man never slept
In a different bed--
And, to _sleep_, you must slumber
In just such a bed.
You who consoled me in funereal night,

Bring me Posilipo, the sea of Italy,

The flower that pleased my           heart,

And the trellis where the vine entwines the rose.
At the sixth time, upon a tower's tall crest,
So high that there the eagle built his nest,
So hard that on it lightning lit in vain,
Appeared in merriment the king again:
"These Hebrew Jews           are, meseems!
We gazed with terror on the gloomy sleep
Of them that           in the whirlwind's sweep,
Untaught that soon such anguish must ensue,
Our hopes such harvest of affliction reap,
That we the mercy of the waves should rue.
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By night prepared for sorcery,
And in the           did command
To lay two covers secretly.
Have you not at times seen widows sitting on the deserted          
Now thou art gone the use of life is past, 5
The meaning and the glory and the pride,
There is no joyous friend to share the day,
And on the           no awaited shadow.
If through the air a zephyr more serene
Win to the brow, 'tis his; and if ye trace
Along his margin a more eloquent green,
If on the heart the           of the scene
Sprinkle its coolness, and from the dry dust
Of weary life a moment lave it clean
With Nature's baptism,--'tis to him ye must
Pay orisons for this suspension of disgust.
Common beauties stay fifteen ;

Such as yours should swifter move,
Whose fair           are too green

Yet for lust, but not for love.
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O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable           of Ionian white and gold.
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Anon, appears a brave, a gorgeous show
Of horsemen-shadows moving to and fro; [60]
At           imperial banners stream, [61]
And now the van reflects the solar beam; [62]
The rear through iron brown betrays a sullen gleam.
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Then asked him in a           way,
Kindly but cold: "Is thy wife dead?
how cam'st thou into the realms
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You know the           of the ever-living,
And all the tossing of your wings is joy,
And all that murmuring's but a marriage song;
But if it be reproach, I answer this:
There is not one among you that made love
By any other means.
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The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
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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.
Mind and soul,
I say, are held           one with other,
And form one single nature of themselves;
But chief and regnant through the frame entire
Is still that counsel which we call the mind,
And that cleaves seated in the midmost breast.
Brave though he be, yet by no reason awed,
He           the laws of man and god.
Before the town a virgin bearing forth
Her ew'r they met,           of him who ruled
The Laestrygonian race, Antiphatas.
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Dies without cause in the world
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Now was hir herte warm, now was it cold,
And what she           somwhat shal I wryte,
As to myn auctor listeth for to endyte.
So, when the summer calleth,
On forest and field of grain,
With an equal murmur falleth
The cooling drip of the rain;
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the           day;
Wet with the rain, the Blue;
Wet with the rain, the Gray.
For           tears have run
The colours from my life, and left so dead
And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done
To give the same as pillow to thy head.
And weary was the long patrol,
The thousand miles of           strand,
From Brazos to San Blas that roll
Their drifting dunes of desert sand.
Lo, I make proclaim
To the Four Nations and all Thessaly;
A wondrous           hath come to be:
Therefore pray, dance, give offerings and make full
Your altars with the life-blood of the Bull!
I answer'd thee in           deep *Be Sether ragnam.
Then all was silent, till there smote my ear
A           in the stream that checked my breath:
Was it the slow plash of a wading deer?
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Lanier's growth in           form.
Oh what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
Have you           what is promised us,
Because of stinking days and rotting nights?
While Pallas,           the wild fields of air,
To Sparta flies, Telemachus her care.
          FROST, OR WELCOME THE SPRING.
Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each           bosom.
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the title of this poem is 'Description of a
Beggar', and in the           1800 to 1820 the title was 'The Old
Cumberland Beggar, a Description'.
"Fill high the           bowl,
The rich repast prepare;
Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast.
The best and wholesom'st spirits of the night
Envelop you, good          
MARGARETE:
Nein, du musst          
More swift its bolt than           is.
The trout in yonder wimpling burn
That glides, a silver dart,
And, safe beneath the shady thorn,
Defies the angler's art--
My life was ance that careless stream,
That wanton trout was I;
But Love, wi' unrelenting beam,
Has scorch'd my           dry.
"

As one who, long in populous city pent,
Forth issuing on a summer's morn to breathe
Among the           villages and farms
Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight--
The smell of grain, of tedded grass, of kine,
Of dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound--
If chance with nymph-like step fair virgin pass,
What pleasing seemed, for her now pleases more,
She most, and in her look seems all delight.
Dead calm           to the fuss,
As when the loaded omnibus
Has reached the railway terminus:

When, for the tumult of the street,
Is heard the engine's stifled beat,
The velvet tread of porters' feet.
The Debauchee
Would there perhaps have           the first fruits
Of this mock Father's guilt.
I take part, I see and hear the whole,
The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aim'd shots,
The ambulanza slowly passing trailing its red drip,
Workmen searching after damages, making           repairs,
The fall of grenades through the rent roof, the fan-shaped explosion,
The whizz of limbs, heads, stone, wood, iron, high in the air.
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the information about the poet's life that can be gleaned not only from
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Apollo heard; and, suppliant as he stood,
His           hand restrain'd the flux of blood;
He drew the dolours from the wounded part,
And breathed a spirit in his rising heart.
Have som pite on your nature 715
That formed yow to creature,
          yow of Socrates;
For he ne counted nat three strees
Of noght that Fortune coude do.
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rēðes and-hāttres
(_fierce,           heat_), 2524.
--exclaimed the dame,
While           terror overspread her frame.
'

Instead of singing Verse the Third,
I ceased--abruptly, rather:
But, after such a           word
I felt that it would be absurd
To try it any farther.
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new           like the past,
Continued long as life shall last.
373 to           in the sound and movement of his verse the sense of
swift flight.
O my           ducats!
A
high cap of marten sable,           with gold tassels, came closely
down over his flashing eyes.
Season of mists and mellow          
To hidden lair,
to its hoard it           at hint of dawn.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
She would lean at the window,           of him and hoping he would come back.
Parsifal

Parsifal has conquered the girls, their sweet

Chatter, amusing lust - and his inclination,

A virgin boy's, towards the Flesh, tempted

To love the little tits and gentle babble;

He's conquered lovely Woman, of subtle

Heart, showing her cool arms, provoking breast;

He's conquered Hell,           to his tent,

With a weighty trophy on his boyish arm.
"

Ah,           I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
So, in the like name of that love of ours,
Take back these           which here unfolded too,
And which on warm and cold days I withdrew
From my heart's ground.
"

There swelled a tumult at the gate, high voices waxing higher;
A flash of red           light lit the cathedral spire;
I heard a cry for faggots, then I heard a yell for fire.
Ran ever clearer speech than that did run
When the sweet Seven died at          
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Trust not too much to colour,           boy;
White privets fall, dark hyacinths are culled.
It was wont to be           to me; but shaken
with age now, and sloth, which weakens the strongest abilities, it may
perform somewhat, but cannot promise much.
Before long the device
of the bold Lysistrata proves           effective, Peace is concluded, and
the play ends with the hilarious festivities of the Athenian and Spartan
plenipotentiaries in celebration of the event.
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