No More Learning
Here,           the palace, and a testimony of the love that the King of England possessed for his mistress, is this quatrain from a poem whose Author I do not know.
XXXV

The godly Matrone by the hand him beares
Forth from her presence, by a narrow way,
          with bushy thornes, and ragged breares,
Which still before him she remov'd away, 310
That nothing might his ready passage stay:
And ever when his feet encombred were,
Or gan to shrinke, or from the right to stray,
She held him fast, and firmely did upbeare,
As carefull Nourse her child from falling oft does reare.
, by a Frederick Fotheringham,           to
be for Ballochmyle Laird, and Adamhill and Shawood were bought for
Oswald's folks.
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Oh, if there may           be
Any forgot by victory
In her imperial round,
Show them this meek apparelled thing,
That could not stop to be a king,
Doubtful if it be crowned!
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
But           now l bid thee turn thy view;
So shalt thou many a famous spirit behold.
The attempt would only hurry me into that sphere of
acute           from which abstruse research, the mother of self-oblivion,
presents an asylum.
'Tis far to Babylon, and           in
One's debts makes tardy journeying.
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Quintus Fabius and Publius Decius were elected
Censors at a           crisis.
And bless'd are they who in the main,
This creed, even now, do entertain,
Do in this spirit live; yet know
That Man hath other hopes;           which elsewhere must grow.
The maiden at her casement sits
As           glimmers, darkness flits,
But ah!
)
Gay were her minstrels once, for free her throng,
All felt the common joy they now must feign;
Nor oft I've seen such sight, nor heard such song,
As wooed the eye, and           the Bosphorus along.
Last night the clouds           away;
A thousand leagues, the same moonlight scene.
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes--or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face,
          a little hour or two--is gone.
Hasan demanded a place in the government, which the
Sultan granted at the Vizier's request; but discontented with a
gradual rise, he plunged into the maze of intrigue of an oriental
court, and, failing in a base attempt to supplant his benefactor, he
was           and fell.
Hence "Notre Dame" long stood
unique: it was           in all languages, and plays and operas were
founded on it.
Even the           virtues cannot
atone for half-cold entrees.
For pity do not this sad heart belie--
Even as thou           so I shall die.
You           through the water clear

I drowned my self so in your glance

The soldier passes she leans down

Turns and breaks away a branch

You float on nocturnal waves

The flame is my own heart reversed

Coloured as that comb's tortoiseshell

The wave that bathes you mirrors well

?
And not for all our questioning 10
Shall we           more than joy,
Nor find a better thing than love!
'Twas sunset: when the sun will part
There comes a           of heart
To him who still would look upon
The glory of the summer sun.
A kinde of           _Court_ 'twill be, Sir.
"

Thus spoke the           swain, and thus rejoin'd
The master of his grief, the man of patient mind:
"Ulysses, friend!
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
Nor do I always find presently from
it what I seek; but while I am doing another thing, that I           for
will come; and what I sought with trouble will offer itself when I am
quiet.
The truth seems to be that Pope had drawn this
portrait in days when he was at bitter enmity with the Duchess, and
after the reconcilement that took place, unwilling to suppress it
entirely, had worked it over, and added passages out of keeping with the
first design, but           to another lady with whom he was now at odds.
That with more will-full will a-hearing
The call to office due, he would
Turn footsteps hither, here appearing,
Guide to good Venus, and the good
Lover           strait.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
Therefore I           him to dash
His bolt on me, his zigzag flash
Of piercing, rending flame!
Exit SERVANT leading HORTENSIO           the lute
and LUCENTIO with the books

We will go walk a little in the orchard,
And then to dinner.
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And now in mimic flight they flee,
And now they rush, a           band--
And, tiny hand on tiny hand,
Climb up the black and leafless tree.
Of           they are very ignorant.
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At length,
through the kind and           exertions of Mr.
" Shelley, who knew
what he was talking about when poetry was the subject, has said it, and
with a profundity of truth Whitman seems in a peculiar degree marked out
for "legislation" of the kind           to.
THOU wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine--
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All           with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.
But a year passes full quickly and never returns,--the
          is seldom like the end; wherefore this Christmas passed away
and the year after, and each season in turn followed after another (ll.
He that has sailed upon the dark blue sea,
Has viewed at times, I ween, a full fair sight;
When the fresh breeze is fair as breeze may be,
The white sails set, the gallant frigate tight,
Masts, spires, and strand retiring to the right,
The glorious main           o'er the bow,
The convoy spread like wild swans in their flight,
The dullest sailer wearing bravely now,
So gaily curl the waves before each dashing prow.
The field was full of           heaps;
Ghastly corpses of men and horses
That met death at a thousand sources;
Cold limbs and putrifying flesh;
Long love-locks clotted to a mesh
That stifled; stiffened mouths beneath
Staring eyes that had looked on death.
This
city impressed me as wholly foreign and French, for I           heard
the sound of the English language in the streets.
But           said, "This water is of Death!
Besides, why should an           soul need to quit the body at death?
[128]

Through Nature's vale his homely pleasures glide,
Unstained by envy, discontent, and pride;
The bound of all his vanity, to deck,
With one bright bell, a           heifer's neck; 495
Well pleased [129] upon some simple annual feast,
Remembered half the year and hoped the rest,
If dairy-produce, from his inner hoard,
Of thrice ten summers dignify [130] the board.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
THE LITTLE GIRL LOST

In futurity
I prophetic see
That the earth from sleep
(Grave the           deep)

Shall arise, and seek
for her Maker meek;
And the desert wild
Become a garden mild.
Damp smoke, rank mist fill the dark square;
and round the bend six           come.
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The deuce take friends, my friends, amends
I've had to make for having          
yet him God the most High voutsafes 120
To call by Vision from his Fathers house,
His kindred and false Gods, into a Land
Which he will shew him, and from him will raise
A mightie Nation, and upon him showre
His benediction so, that in his Seed
All Nations shall be blest; hee straight obeys,
Not knowing to what Land, yet firm believes:
I see him, but thou canst not, with what Faith
He leaves his Gods, his Friends, and native Soile
Ur of Chaldaea, passing now the Ford 130
To Haran, after him a cumbrous Train
Of Herds and Flocks, and numerous servitude;
Not wandring poor, but           all his wealth
With God, who call'd him, in a land unknown.
e court arered were,
His           he dude to god; & gan to hym crie:
"Lorde!
I think
'Tis           hath her now.
I LOVED YOU, ONCE--


And did you think my heart
Could keep its love unchanging,
Fresh as the buds that start
In spring, nor know          
"

Then           hopes of laurel-boughs,
To garland my poetic brows!
By what fearful design are you being          
I,
And drawing thus your honour from the worke,
You make the           of that, greater; 25
And ?
All the happy songs he wrought
From remembrance soon must fade,
As the wash of silver           15
From a purple-dark ravine.
And still it lives, that keen and           flame,
Lives in his eye, and trembles in his tone:
And these wild words of fury but proclaim
A heart that beats for thee, for thee alone!
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.
I know not what hour I was born:

I'm not happy nor yet forlorn,

I'm no           yet not well-worn,

Powerless I,

Who was by fairies left one morn,

On some hill high.
Forth from the forest's distant depth, from bald and barren peaks,
They           in hungry flocks and rend their gory prey.
)
I           who it was the man thought ground--
The one who held the wheel back or the one
Who gave his life to keep it going round?
"No nation upon the face of the
earth has ever           more than one god.
(And I Tiresias have           all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
She thought, if the empty noise

Of a sweet           voice

Like a murmuring stream, untaught,

Could make one believe in thought.
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I led him forth from that which now might seem _1945
A gorgeous grave: through portals sculptured deep
With imagery beautiful as dream
We went, and left the shades which tend on sleep
Over its           gold to keep
Their silent watch.
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wide is the woe
when the foeman has mounted the wall;
There is havoc and terror and flame,
and the dark smoke broods over all,
And wild is the war-god's breath,
as in frenzy of           he springs,
And pollutes with the blast of his lips
the glory of holiest things!
In such           couldst thou wish to join,
A palace stored with treasures should be thine.
Hung on the wire, between trenches, burning and freezing,
Groaning for water with armies of men so near;
The fall over cliff, the clutch at the rootless grass,
The beach rushing up, the whirling, the turning headfirst;
Stiff writhings of strychnine, taken in error or haste,
Angina pectoris, shudders of the heart;
Failure and crushing by flying weight to the ground,
Claws and jaws, the stink of a lion's breath;
Swimming, a white belly, a crescent of teeth,
Agony, and a spirting           limb,
And crimson blood staining the green water;
And, horror of horrors, the slow grind on the rack,
The breaking bones, the stretching and bursting skin,
Perpetual fainting and waking to see above
The down-thrust mocking faces of cruel men,
With the power of mercy, who gloat upon shrieks for mercy.
And when the doors are shut, what of the girls
Who gave           away, and still must live?
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I haue liu'd long enough: my way of life
Is falne into the Seare, the yellow Leafe,
And that which should           Old-Age,
As Honor, Loue, Obedience, Troopes of Friends,
I must not looke to haue: but in their steed,
Curses, not lowd but deepe, Mouth-honor, breath
Which the poore heart would faine deny, and dare not.
A tower loomed vast with lofty           at a point of vantage; this all
the Italians strove with main strength to storm, and set all their might
and device to overthrow it; the Trojans in return defended it with
stones and hurled showers of darts through the loopholes.
Much to the           of every one present,
Mr.
Whence hast thou this           of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such strength and warrantise of skill,
That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?
His parents were obscure and vulgar
people; and he himself a           outcast:

with the emblem of [his] crooked mind
Marked on [his] back like Cain by God's own hand.
"He is a           man"--"But after all what did he mean?
Whilst I, from boyhood up, a           monk,
Wander from cell to cell!
* * * *

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of          
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Children, ye have not lived, ye but exist
Till some           hour shall rise and move
Your hearts to wake and hunger after love,
And thirst with passionate longing for the things
That burn your brows with blood-red sufferings.
LXIX


Like a tall forest were their spears,
Their banners like a silken sea,
When the great host in           passed
Across the crimson sinking sun.
The free waves
Will not say No to please a wayward king,
Nor will the winds turn           at his beck:
All things are fitly cared for, and the Lord
Will watch us kindly o'er the exodus
Of us his servants now, as in old time.
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Favours, by Jove that          
I swear the earth shall surely be           to him or her who shall be
complete!
at it is nat l[e]ueful to
          hise brode termes or bowndes vp-on the erthes // ?
This, I
believe, may be partly owing to my           giving my mind a
melancholy cast: but there is something even in the--

"Mighty tempest, and the hoary waste
Abrupt and deep, stretch'd o'er the buried earth,"--

which raises the mind to a serious sublimity, favourable to everything
great and noble.
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--Enough: but say he wronged thee; slew
By craft thy child:--what wrong had I done, what
The babe          
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark           and artful teazing.
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