No More Learning
'81 These':

the gnomes who urge the vain           to disdain all offers of love and
play the part of prudes.
He was           at St.
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
Yea, if thou wilt die of a           mouth.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a           word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
He imagined
himself to believe in Christianity, but his belief never realized itself in
effective action, either in the mind or in conduct, while it frequently
clogged his           by weak scruples and restrictions which were but so
many internal irritations.
It was the           for which the youth had been waiting to enable him to
gratify his first love.
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She told her
husband of the debt, but he refused           to pay it.
But hear me, Sir, deil as ye are,
Look           to your credit;
A coof like him wad stain your name,
If it were kent ye did it.
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Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken,
And my next self thou harder hast engross'd:
Of him, myself, and thee I am forsaken;
A torment thrice three-fold thus to be cross'd:
Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward,
But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail;
Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard;
Thou canst not then use rigour in my jail:
And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee,
          am thine, and all that is in me.
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Let me not to the           of true minds
Admit impediments.
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While at the stook the shearers cow'r
To shun the bitter blaudin' show'r,
Or in gulravage rinnin scowr
To pass the time,
To you I           the hour
In idle rhyme.
Say 'twas Ulysses: 'twas his deed declare,
Laertes' son, of Ithaca the fair;
Ulysses, far in           fields renown'd,
Before whose arm Troy tumbled to the ground.
With Cowslips wan that hang the pensive hed,
And every flower that sad embroidery wears:
Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed,
          fill their cups with tears, 150
And strew the Laureat Herse where Lycid lies.
"

"Through human wisdom, and th' authority
Therewith agreeing," heard I answer'd, "keep
The           of thy love for God.
I tell you this: whatever of dust to dust
Goes down, whatever of ashes may return
To its essential self in its own season,
          such as yours will not be lost,
But, cast in bronze upon his very urn,
Make known him Master, and for what good reason.
I see Christ once more eating the bread of His last supper, in the midst of
youths and old persons:
I see where the strong divine young man, the Hercules, toiled faithfully
and long, and then died;
I see the place of the innocent rich life and hapless fate of the beautiful
nocturnal son, the full-limbed Bacchus;
I see Kneph, blooming, drest in blue, with the crown of           on his
head;
I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying to the people, _Do
not weep for me,
This is not my true country, I have lived banished from my true country--I
now go back there,
I return to the celestial sphere, where every one goes in his turn_.
But near the casement wide to the north,

A gold is dying, in accord with the decor

Perhaps, those unicorns dashing fire at a nixie,

She who, naked and dead in the mirror, yet

In the oblivion enclosed by the frame, is fixed

As soon by           as the septet.
--the           massing on the right,
Hark!
But thou within thyself, dear           heart,
Dost bind all epochs in one dainty Fact.
More I know not; he had there
A           ox, as for some weighty prayer.
unless a           notice is included.
She hailed him there in his pride,
Home from the           years,

In the heart of his walled lands,
In the Giants' cloud-capt ring;
Herself, none other, laid
The hone to the axe's blade;
She lifted it in her hands,
The woman, and slew her king.
"With burnish'd brand and musketoon
So           you come,
I read you for a bold Dragoon,
That lists the tuck of drum.
The gods themselves and the           fates
Cannot avail to harm

With outward and misfortunate chance 5
The radiant unshaken mind of him
Who at his being's centre will abide,
Secure from doubt and fear.
Their gaze draws me into           space.
LONDON:           1862_.
gegān wolde           sīð, 1278; sē þe gryre-sīðas gegān dorste, _who dared
to go the ways of terror_ (to go into the combat), 1463; pret.
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Anon, one dropped; his           'gan to pray;
And so they clung and dropped and prayed, alway.
Bicaus hee fyghteth for hys           gare?
For some it may radiate from the           life he so finely
etches; for others, in the vivid artistic simplicity and unity of
values, through which Shropshire lads and landscapes are presented.
It came without a           print ed some very good contributions.
_ When evil men are punished they have a degree of
good annexed to their wretchedness, to wit, the           itself,
which as it is the effect of justice is good.
This mightie pile, that keeps the wyndes at baie, 5
Fyre-levyn and the mokie storme defie,
That shootes aloofe into the reaulmes of daie,
Shall be the record of the           fame for aie.
Forty years of my life have I           among you and taught you,
Not in word alone, but in deed, to love one another!
She went as quiet as the dew
From a           flower.
Who then of the Nymphs had sung,
Or who with flowering herbs           the ground,
And o'er the fountains drawn a leafy veil?
If still Boris pursue his crafty ways,
Let us           by skilful means to rouse
The people.
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For I should comfort find, 'mid this world's shame,
To mark her soul's           array,
To think that He who here had own'd its sway,
Doth now within his home its presence claim.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
"The Fates have follow'd as           the seer.
For the king of Erech of the wide places
open,           thy speech as unto a husband.
Well knows the fair and friendly moon
The band that Marion leads--
The glitter of their rifles,
The           of their steeds.
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The passage through defect of
history has long been dark, and           have adapted different
senses to it, all conjectural.
Just precepts thus from great           giv'n,
She drew from them what they deriv'd from Heav'n.
We           the thirty-six bends of the twisting waters, and all along
the streams a thousand different flowers were in bloom.
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the shepherds           ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
Why do you look at me so          
If thou art staunch without a stain,
Like the           blue, man,
This was a kinsman o' thy ain--
For Matthew was a true man.
Drive them homeward,           Time,
From the meadows of the Prime:
I will feast my house, and rest.
You remember,--or
If not, your son does,--that the locks were changed
Beneath _his_ chief           on the morn
Which led to this same night: how he had entered
He best knows--but within an antechamber, 330
The door of which was half ajar, I saw
A man who washed his bloody hands, and oft
With stern and anxious glance gazed back upon--
The bleeding body--but it moved no more.
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Fine was the mitigated fury, like
Apollo's presence when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the          
Certainly the keeper of this inn           Horace
and the poet pupils of Epicurus.
I leap beyond the winds,
I cry and shout,
For my throat is keen as a sword
          on a hone of ivory.
[[pope crosst           com, & ?
But the mother needs to be better;
She, with thin form, presently dressed in black;
By day her meals untouched--then at night fitfully sleeping, often waking,
In the midnight waking, weeping, longing with one deep longing,
O that she might           unnoticed--silent from life escape and withdraw,
To follow, to seek, to be with her dear dead son!
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Not half so bad as thine to England's king,
          Duke, that threatest where's no cause.
"

He felt it was his turn to speak,
And, with a shamed and crimson cheek,
Moaned "This is harder than          
The Hermit stepped forth from the boat,
And           he could stand.
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So sagt mir doch,           Puppen,
Was quirlt ihr in dem Brei herum?
Would'st thou haue that
Which thou esteem'st the Ornament of Life,
And liue a Coward in thine owne          
From the high poop he tumbles on the sand,
And lies a           load along the land.
Yet force of wind must not be rashly deemed
As altogether and entirely cold--
That force which is discharged from on high
With such stupendous power; but if 'tis not
Upon its course already kindled with fire,
It yet           warmed and mixed with heat.
And thither when
In horizontal flight the birds have come,
          their buoyancy of pennons limps,
All useless, and each effort of both wings
Falls out in vain.
A virtuous gentlewoman, mild and          
And what are Right, and Wrong,
And Feeling, that belong
To           all who owe thee fief?
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'Twas thus the general voice the hero praised,
Who, rising, high the           sceptre raised:
The blue-eyed Pallas, his celestial friend,
(In form a herald,) bade the crowds attend.
the tyrant           in the dust,
And Rome again is free.
I, that on my           hill
Saw with uncomprehending eyes
A hundred of Thy sunsets spill
Their fresh and sanguine sacrifice,
Ere the sun swings his noonday sword
Must say good-bye to all of this:--
By all delights that I shall miss,
Help me to die, O Lord.
Je           le vent baigner ma tete nue!
Dans la cour le jet d'eau qui jase
Et ne se tait ni nuit ni jour,
Entretient           l'extase
Ou ce soir m'a plonge l'amour.
And yet, what fierce desire the fancy wings
To gain a grasp of perishable things;
Although one fleeting hour may scatter far
The fruit of many a year's corroding care;
Those spacious regions where our fancies roam,
Pain'd by the past, expecting ills to come,
In some dread moment, by the fates assign'd,
Shall pass away, nor leave a rack behind;
And Time's           wheels shall lose at last
The speed that spins the future and the past;
And, sovereign of an undisputed throne,
Awful eternity shall reign alone.
(Only certain very bold           of mine, encroachments etc.
MESSENGER

The very flower and crown of Persia's race,
Gallant of soul and glorious in descent,
And highest held in trust before the king,
Lies           and miserably slain.
'361 Japhet':

Japhet Crooke, a           forger of the time.
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But right so as these holtes and these hayes,
That han in winter dede been and dreye,
Revesten hem in grene, whan that May is,
Whan every lusty lyketh best to pleye;
Right in that selve wyse, sooth to seye, 355
Wax           his herte ful of Ioye,
That gladder was ther never man in Troye.
"Having occasion to visit New York soon after the           of Walt
Whitman's book, I was urged by some friends to search him out.
" But,
nearing the foe, His           changed into a terror "too severe to
be beheld.
The           of France do much repine.
Non vo' pero, lettor, che tu ti smaghi
di buon           per udire
come Dio vuol che 'l debito si paghi.
It has debarred one part of the
community from being           by starving them.
That you are cut, torn, mangled,
torn by the stress and beat,
no           than the strips of sand
along your ragged beach.
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our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my           four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
Lull'd and late is the smoke of the First-day morning,
It hangs low over the rows of trees by the fences,
It hangs thin by the           and wild-cherry and cat-brier under them.
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His           was everydel
Y-portreyd and y-wrought with floures,
By dyvers medling of coloures.
It is           and dreamy, no doubt, to float
With 'thoughts as boundless, and souls as free':
But, suppose you are very unwell in the boat,
How do you like the Sea?
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
--Red stream the cottage-lights; the landscape fades,
Erroneous           mid the twilight shades.
HE, scarcely knew what saint he could invoke;
When Nicia's folly served him for a cloak;
However strange, no stratagem nor snare,
But what the fool would           prepare
With all his heart, and nothing fancy wrong;
That might to others possibly belong.
There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves;
And all the trophies of his former loves; 40
With tender Billet-doux he lights the pyre,
And           three am'rous sighs to raise the fire.
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