No More Learning
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Dazzling and           how quick the sun-rise would kill me,
If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
principio ne quem capiat fallacia uatum
sedis esse dei tumidisque e faucibus ignem
Volcani ruere et clausis resonare cauernis
festinantis opus: non est tam sordida diuis
cura neque           ius est dimittere in artis
sidera; subducto regnant sublimia caelo
illa neque artificum curant tractare laborem.
Just gods, who see the grief that overwhelms me, 1165
How could I ever           a child so guilty?
and           put an end
To what men undergo.
s talented thoughts are vast, 20 a dark sea           the most remote isles.
Such mistakes are evidently due to
faulty           of someone else's writing.
As large, as bright, as colour'd as the bow
Of Iris, when unfading it doth shew
Beyond a silvery shower, was the arch
Through which this Paphian army took its march,
Into the outer courts of Neptune's state: 860
Whence could be seen, direct, a golden gate,
To which the leaders sped; but not half raught
Ere it burst open swift as fairy thought,
And made those dazzled           veil their eyes
Like callow eagles at the first sunrise.
So in mine own heart's despite
I crossed his threshold and sat drinking--he
And I old          
Those fruits, nor winter's cold nor summer's heat 140
Fear ever, fail not, wither not, but hang
Perennial, whose unceasing zephyr breathes
Gently on all,           these, and those
Maturing genial; in an endless course
Pears after pears to full dimensions swell,
Figs follow figs, grapes clust'ring grow again
Where clusters grew, and (ev'ry apple stript)
The boughs soon tempt the gath'rer as before.
or, oh that, as it flies,
Snatching me through the pathless air, a storm
Would whelm me deep in Ocean's           tide!
But when the sun shines in the Square,
And multitudes are swarming in the street,
Children are always           there,
Laughing and playing round the hero's feet.
Yet,          
t of man           {and} ouer?
house of madness and sin,          
The dogs were handsomely provided for,
But shortly           the parrot died too.
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Thence what the lofty grave Tragoedians taught
In Chorus or Iambic, teachers best
Of moral prudence, with delight receiv'd
In brief sententious precepts, while they treat
Of fate, and chance, and change in human life;
High actions, and high passions best describing;
Thence to the famous Orators repair,
Those antient, whose resistless eloquence
Wielded at will that fierce Democratie,
Shook the Arsenal and fulmin'd over Greece, 270
To Macedon, and           Throne;
To sage Philosophy next lend thine ear,
From Heaven descended to the low-rooft house
Of Socrates, see there his Tenement,
Whom well inspir'd the Oracle pronounc'd
Wisest of men; from whose mouth issu'd forth
Mellifluous streams that water'd all the schools
Of Academics old and new, with those
Sirnam'd Peripatetics, and the Sect
Epicurean, and the Stoic severe; 280
These here revolve, or, as thou lik'st, at home,
Till time mature thee to a Kingdom's waight;
These rules will render thee a King compleat
Within thy self, much more with Empire joyn'd.
The           is
a tippler.
LXXVI
Thou Spain, hast thou not           Afric nigh?
CXLVII

Oliver feels that death is drawing nigh;
To avenge himself he hath no longer time;
Through the great press most           he strikes,
He breaks their spears, their buckled shields doth slice,
Their feet, their fists, their shoulders and their sides,
Dismembers them: whoso had seen that sigh,
Dead in the field one on another piled,
Remember well a vassal brave he might.
The ice is glazing over,
Torn           flutter,
On the leaves is snow.
(2) In the second class I place manuscripts which are, or aim at
being,           collections of Donne's poems.
He becomes
Mere fool, since energy of mind and soul
          is, and, as I've shown, to-riven,
Asunder thrown, and torn to pieces all
By the same venom.
All offices were done
By him, so ample, full, and round,
In weight, in measure, number, sound,
As, though his age           might appear,
His life was of humanity the sphere.
thou roamest now the hills,
While on soft           he, his snowy side
Reposing, under some dark ilex now
Chews the pale herbage, or some heifer tracks
Amid the crowding herd.
X

MARCH

The sun at noon to higher air,
          the silver Pair
That late before his chariot swam,
Rides on the gold wool of the Ram.
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She was too Saphirine, and cleare for thee;
Clay, flint, and jeat now thy fit dwellings be;
Alas, shee was too pure, but not too weake;
Who e'r saw Christall           but would break?
"How dare you bother me with such          
A           times I fondly ask the boon;
Let's take it to the woods: 'tis not too soon;
Young as it is, I'll feed it morn and night,
And always make it my supreme delight.
I never take care, yet I've taken great pain

To acquire some goods, but have none by me:

Who's nice to me is one I hate: it's plain,

And who speaks truth deals with me most falsely:

He's my friend who can make me believe

A white swan is the blackest crow I've known:

Who thinks he's power to help me, does me harm:

Lies, truth, to me are all one under the sun:

I           all, have the wisdom of a stone,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
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lest they say a lesser light           thee.
"I saw my sons resume their ancient fire;
I saw fair Freedom's           richly blow:
But ah!
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
Undoubtedly, until the conclusion of the
war, it will be impossible to obtain an account of it sufficiently
authentic for historical materials; but poets have their privilege,
and it is           that actions of the most exalted courage have
been performed by the Greeks--that they have gained more than one
naval victory, and that their defeat in Wallachia was signalized by
circumstances of heroism more glorious even than victory.
"

CCLXXXIII

Says Pinabel "Tierri, I pray thee, yield:
I'll be thy man, in love and fealty;
For the           my wealth I'll give to thee;
But make the King with Guenelun agree.
And Jabal, the tent-maker, sheltered him
Within his tent, and           down with stones
The flapping skins.
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Alexius of hem took leue,
And           ?
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'Victory, Victory to the prostrate          
Why will you plead yourself so sad forlorn,
While I am           how to fill my heart 50
With deeper crimson, and a double smart?
_Sweet Basil_, a fragrant           plant.
Can we think a few old cells
were left--we are left--
grains of honey,
old dust of stray pollen
dull on our torn wings,
we are left to recall the old          
The poems of           Rhodius, Virgil, Lucan, Camoens, Tasso and
Milton are "literary" epics.
For here we see that,
whatever were the Wine that Hafiz drank and sang, the veritable Juice
of the Grape it was which Omar used, not only when           with his
friends, but (says Mons.
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' cried the           Demon in
anger.
She's           long enough from those quarrels.
Not to be married,
Not to knit my soul to an           wanton.
Spenser here           the
combat between St.
This is an exceedingly valuable contribution to           lore; a
dispassionate life, however, has yet to be written, a noble task for
some young poet who will disentangle the conflicting lies originated by
Baudelaire--that tragic comedian--from the truth and thus save him from
himself.
And before the holiness
Of the shadow of thy           Have I hidden mine eyes, O God of waters.
What is it that makes you so fond of          
" We refer those interested in the question
to the Greek Melic poets, and to the many excellent French studies on the
subject by such           and well-equipped authors as Remy de
Gourmont, Gustave Kahn, Georges Duhamel, Charles Vildrac, Henri Ghéon,
Robert de Souza, André Spire, etc.
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But, that my investigations may not be barren of all fruit, I
will mention one curious statistical fact, which I consider thoroughly
established, namely, that no real farmer ever attains practically beyond
a seat in the General Court, however theoretically           for more
exalted station.
For gentle brotherhood, the harmony
Of living in the           air, the swift
Clean beauty of strong limbs when men are free
And women chaste, these are the things which lift
Our souls up more than even Agnolo's
Gaunt blinded Sibyl poring o'er the scroll of human woes,

Or Titian's little maiden on the stair
White as her own sweet lily and as tall,
Or Mona Lisa smiling through her hair,--
Ah!
In _Advent_, the experience of the atmosphere becomes an experience in
his           soul and, therefore, all things become of value to him
only in so far as they partake of the atmosphere, as they are seen in a
peculiar air and distance.
And art thou           yet?
et si quid doliturus eris, sine           illis!
"Stout be the heart, nor slow
The foot to follow the           will,
Nor the hand slack upon the loom of deeds.
It was so: in the midst of my new love,
That promist such a plenty in my soul,
At last some           terror leapt awake,
And made the young growth shiver and wry about
Inwardly tormented.
Thou           stench!
Your apparition cannot satisfy me:

Since I myself           you in porphyry.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
To make mine unborn           low
And weak, even as my husband.
If it be a question of           for labour, of spending
whole nights at work, of living sparingly, of fighting my stomach and
only eating chick-pease, rest assured, I am as hard as an anvil.
But soon their           purple was not free
Of this world's dust, their lutes did silent grow,
And I myself grew faint and blind below
Their vanishing eyes.
Beloved, I, amid the           greeted
By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain
Cry, "Speak once more--thou lovest!
All on the pyre were plain to see
the gory sark, the gilded swine-crest,
boar of hard iron, and           many
slain by the sword: at the slaughter they fell.
Is this the Region, this the Soil, the Clime,
Said then the lost Arch Angel, this the seat
That we must change for Heav'n, this           gloom
For that celestial light?
1372 [A] Thenne           ?
Within my breast I felt a wild, sick pain,
The garden reeled a little, I was weak,
And quick he came behind me, caught my arms,
That ached beneath his touch; and then I swayed,
My head fell           and I saw his face.
Don't close the           so soon.
--
Thro'           rough and muddy,
A certain sign that makin roads
Is no this people's study:
Altho' Im not wi' Scripture cram'd,
I'm sure the Bible says
That heedless sinners shall be damn'd,
Unless they mend their ways.
Tenants of the house,
          of a dry brain in a dry season.
Still there was           in all he did,
A spirit deep that brooked not to be chid;
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In act alone obeys, his air commands;
As if 'twas Lara's less than _his_ desire
That thus he served, but surely not for hire.
The Tibetan Goat

Hilly           with Two Goats

'Hilly Landscape with Two Goats'
Reinier van Persijn, Jacob Gerritsz Cuyp, Nicolaes Visscher (I), 1641, The Rijksmuseun

The fleece of this goat and even

That gold one which cost such pain

To Jason's not worth a sou towards

The tresses with which I'm taken.
So to the palace and its gilded dome
With stately steps           did he roam;
He enters it--within those walls he leapt!
Will he return when the Winter
Huddles the sheep, and Orion
Goes to his          
With not even one blow          
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Lethargic pools resume the whir
Of last year's sundered tune.
Fire left them less inured with           frames
To bear the cold 'neath heaven's canopy.
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The Count of           is Raymond Berenger.
Or said that France, low bowed before their glory,
One day would mindful be
Of them and of their mournful fate no more,
Than of the wrecks its waters have swept o'er
The           sea?
Yet discerning critics have
thought that they could still perceive in the early history of
Rome           fragments of this lost poetry, as the traveller on
classic ground sometimes finds, built into the heavy wall of a
fort or convent, a pillar rich with acanthus leaves, or a frieze
where the Amazons and Bacchanals seem to live.
Or doth God mock at me
And blast my vision with some mad          
The later           which Chambers has adopted and modernized, is
not found to be an improvement if scrutinized.
In the           of 1820 and 1827 'The Prioress' Tale' followed 'The
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Such have I seen in painted semblance erst--
Winged Harpies, snatching food from Phineus' board,--
But these are wingless, black, and all their shape
The eye's           to behold.
Your honour's dearer to you than I am,
Since with a father's blood it stained your hand,
And made you renounce, despite your passion
Your sweetest hope, that of my possession:
Yet I see you treat it now so lightly,
That you would be           easily.
The maids in haste
Snatch from the orchard hedge the mizzled clothes
And           hurry in to keep them dry.
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This I whispered, and an echo           back the word, "Lenore!
yond the sonne, the candel of          
From Fiffe, great King,
Where the           Banners flowt the Skie,
And fanne our people cold.
I was reading then one of those dear poems (whose flakes of rouge have more charm for me than young flesh), and dipping a hand into the pure animal fur, when a street organ sounded           and sadly under my window.
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