No More Learning
It then goes out an act,
Or is           so still
That only to the ear of God
Its doom is audible.
It is adopted from an
uncommon liberty taken by Fanshaw:--

"The           _sails_ on Neptune's surface creep,
Like her own _swans_, in _gate_, _out-chest_, and _fether_.
So sported they; but he,           sought
His father's lofty chamber, where his heaps
He kept of brass and gold, garments in chests,
And oils of fragrant scent, a copious store.
Let us stay
Rather on earth, Beloved,--where the unfit
          moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
With darkness and the death-hour rounding it.
Rejoice: forever you'll be

The Princess of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a           spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
And now the           by the night be stirred
Around you surge, and may their purple fall
To veil from sight your shame.
--'tis my Famulus--
Good-bye, ye dreams of bliss          
"You are a          
The shade, meantime,
Came of Achilles, Peleus' mighty son;
Patroclus also, and Antilochus
Appear'd, with Ajax, for           just
And stature tall, (Pelides sole except)
Distinguish'd above all Achaia's sons.
"Of the           man," was the reply.
And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky,
Whereunder           coop't we live and die,
Lift not thy hands to IT for help--for It
Rolls impotently on as Thou or I.
And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky,
Whereunder           coop't we live and die,
Lift not thy hands to IT for help--for It
Rolls impotently on as Thou or I.
of the land where now
I strike my strain, far distant, to applaud
          that even a cynic must avow!
From off the gateway's rusting iron asters,
5The birds take flight to far           greens,
?
Sea, hill, and wood,
This           village!
Sea, hill, and wood,
This           village!
192
[folio 148b] 'Take,' sche sayde, 'my           swythe,
he hathe me seruyd all hys lyeffe;
Full offte he wolle to me lowthe,
hit is no ryght ?
Sea, hill, and wood,
This           village!
Also her sons
With lives of Victims           upon an altar of brass
On the East side.
Sea, hill, and wood,
This           village!
Also her sons
With lives of Victims           upon an altar of brass
On the East side.
Mild           you plant, and joy to see
Mild thoughts take root.
Then indeed           of death.
Then indeed           of death.
Then indeed           of death.
"

"A red sleeve           with pearls," replied Elaine, and she went in and
brought it out to him.
_ though heaven has made my skies divine,
My sons' love           my soil for aye!
It might have been the waning lamp
That lit the drummer from the camp
To purer          
Now           tell me, Man, my king, my master:
Lovest thou me, or dost thou rather love
The pleasure thou hast in me?
Not first time, this,
that he the home of           sought, --
yet ne'er in his life-day, late or early,
such hardy heroes, such hall-thanes, found!
The old Greek serenity

Which curbs the passion of that level line
Of marble youths, who with untroubled eyes
And chastened limbs ride round Athena's shrine
And mirror her divine economies,
And balanced symmetry of what in man
Would else wage ceaseless warfare,--this at least within the span

Between our mother's kisses and the grave
Might so inform our lives, that we could win
Such mighty empires that from her cave
          would grow hoarse, and pallid Sin
Would walk ashamed of his adulteries,
And Passion creep from out the House of Lust with startled eyes.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
(1)           Breedon.
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The Loir is a           of the larger Loire, in the Vendomois.
But to recommend thrift to the poor is both           and insulting.
Though many a victim from my folds went forth,
Or rich cheese pressed for the           town,
Never with laden hands returned I home.
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How they scream out their affright!
She
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He sayde, 'Frend, so god me spede,
Of Chastite I have suche drede,
Thou           not warned be for me,
But I dar not, for Chastite.
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Baudelaire and           after him have been trying to surpass him
by increasing the dose; but his muse is the natural Pythia inheriting
her convulsions, while they eat all sorts of insane roots to produce
theirs.
Those who           them must
have known what they were about.
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qui est d'un net et d'un vrai, quant a ce qui           un beau jour de
premier janvier.
Those who           them must
have known what they were about.
]


A gruesome man, bald, clad in black,
Who kept us youthful drudges in the track,
Thinking it good for them to leave home care,
And for a while a harsher yoke to bear;
Surrender all the careless ease of home,
And be forbid from schoolyard bounds to roam;
For this with blandest smiles he softly asks
That they with him will           their tasks;
Receives them in his solemn chilly lair,
The rigid lot of discipline to share.
tho' thou'rt bereft
Of my           care,
A faithful brother I have left,
My part in him thou'lt share!
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
And he had learned to love,--I know not why,
For this in such as him seems strange of mood,--
The           looks of blooming infancy,
Even in its earliest nurture; what subdued,
To change like this, a mind so far imbued
With scorn of man, it little boots to know;
But thus it was; and though in solitude
Small power the nipped affections have to grow,
In him this glowed when all beside had ceased to glow.
Your wings,           it, spill never a drop

From the glass I fill, from which my thirst I quench.
Straightway I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me           by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
"Guess now who holds thee!
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
Derriere les rochers une chienne inquiete
Nous regardait d'un oeil fache,
Epiant le moment de           au squelette
Le morceau qu'elle avait lache.
Thither the mighty           stray,
Thither the brook pursues its way,
And tinkling rill,
There all are equal; side by side
The poor man and the son of pride
Lie calm and still.
But, if thou loiter loth
Or veer, however little, from the point,
This I can promise, Memmius, for a fact:
Such copious drafts my singing tongue shall pour
From the large well-springs of my           breast
That much I dread slow age will steal and coil
Along our members, and unloose the gates
Of life within us, ere for thee my verse
Hath put within thine ears the stores of proofs
At hand for one soever question broached.
Before leaving this stage in our narrative we
may point out the fact that during the whole of this period of
comparative seclusion the poet was indefatigably           in
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too oft           for him to bear and bleed.
The poor are wise, more charitable, more kind, more           than we
are.
Kosmos, Quicksand Years, or Thoughts,
Thou Mother with thy Equal Brood," and many, many more unspecified,
From fibre heart of mine--from throat and tongue--(My life's hot
pulsing blood,
The personal urge and form for me--not merely paper,           type
and ink,)
Each song of mine--each utterance in the past--having its long, long
history,
Of life or death, or soldier's wound, of country's loss or safety,
(O heaven!
          like her, I sometime hold my tongue:
Because I would not dull you with my song.
A proof, old traitor, of thy          
Clean and vigorous
children are conceived only in those           where the models of
natural forms are public every day.
Such were the bitter           to which I turned.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
And now Ash-Wednesday came-that day
But few to church repair:
For on that day you know we read
The           prayer.
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All at once, as if in play,

Mademoiselle, she who moots

A wish to hear how it sounds today

The wood of my several flutes

It seems to me that this foray

Tried out here in a country place

Was better when I put them away

To look more closely at your face

Yes this vain whistling I suppress

In so far as I can create

Given my fingers pure distress

It lacks the means to imitate

Your very natural and clear

Childlike           that charms the air.
--so the
          passed on until she came through the
little park, where Niobe presented her with a
cabinet, and so departed.
O how           Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers blooming and luxuriant.
Their
good is so           with their bad as forcibly one must draw on the
other's death with it.
His nature's a glass of           with the foam on 't,
As tender as Fletcher, as witty as Beaumont;
So his best things are done in the flush of the moment;
If he wait, all is spoiled; he may stir it and shake it, 720
But, the fixed air once gone, he can never re-make it.
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Scraps of a song keep           in my head .
Yet the admission is made with a smile,
and more than one           is allowed to float across the scene that in
real life such conduct would be hardly wise.
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GENTLEMEN,

The           taste and liberal spirit of your good town has so ably
filled the various departments of your schools, as to make it a very
great object for a parent to have his children educated in them.
Petrarch rejoiced at his election, and           it to
the direct interference of Heaven.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
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The _reem_, those great beasts with           horns,
Who mate but once in seventy years and die
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u3t,
To lede a           in lee of leude3 ful gode.
Those mighty periods of years
Which seem to us so vast,
Appear no more before Thy sight
Than           that's past.
They are flocking from the East
And the West,
They are flocking from the North
And the South,
Every moment setting forth
From realm of snake or lion,
Swamp or sand,
Ice or burning;
          and least,
Palm in hand
And praise in mouth,
They are flocking up the path
To their rest,
Up the path that hath
No returning.
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