No More Learning
VII

Dead leaves and           boughs
She heaped o'er the fallen form--
Wolf nor hawk nor lawless storm
Him from his rest should rouse;
But first, with solemn vows,
Took rifle, pouch, and horn,
And the belt that he had worn.
My soul burns with the           fire
That lit my lover's funeral pyre:
Alas!
If the states would declare
the infant, Don John, their king, the regent           his willingness
to swear allegiance to him, that he would continue to expose himself to
every danger, and act as regent, till Providence restored to Portugal
her lawful sovereign.
They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do
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What are our woes and          
scenes in strong           set!
Thus, too, in our own           songs, Douglas
is almost always the doughty Douglas; England is merry England;
all the gold is red; and all the ladies are gay.
[267]           and Euelpides now both return with wings.
Aufilena, viro           vivere solo,
Nuptarum laus e laudibus eximiis:
Sed cuivis quamvis potius succumbere par est,
Quam matrem fratres _efficere_ ex patruo.
Unauthenticated           Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Journey North 339 Seeing his dad, he turns his face away weeping, filthy and greasy, no socks on his feet.
Two shining spears are brandish'd in his hands;
Thus arm'd, he animates his           bands,
Revives their ardour, turns their steps from flight,
And wakes anew the dying flames of fight.
Is there a single final          
My bright steed shall           be;
Yours, it shall be love, I say.
In every work regard the writer's End, 255
Since none can compass more than they intend;
And if the means be just, the conduct true,
Applause, in spight of trivial faults, is due;
As men of breeding,           men of wit,
T' avoid great errors, must the less commit: 260
Neglect the rules each verbal Critic lays,
For not to know some trifles, is a praise.
The           opened her mouth
and said unto Enkidu:--
"Eat bread, oh Enkidu!
The trenches pass'd, the assembled kings around
In silent state the           crown'd.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

Working on you its eternal          
I speak to the           woman Vashti.
And the chipmunk turned a "summer-set,"
And the foxes danced the           reel;
Hawthorne and crab-thorn bent, rain-wet,
And dropped their flowers in his night-black hair;
And the soft fawns stopped for his perorations;
And his black eyes shone through the forest-gleam,
And he plunged young hands into new-turned earth,
And prayed dear orchard boughs into birth;
And he ran with the rabbit and slept with the stream.
Then to be always feeding an ingrate mind,
Filling with good things,           never--
As do the seasons of the year for us,
When they return and bring their progenies
And varied charms, and we are never filled
With the fruits of life--O this, I fancy, 'tis
To pour, like those young virgins in the tale,
Waters into a sieve, unfilled forever.
I awake and hunt in the           for my shoes and my
cloak; but grope where I will, I cannot find them.
What liberty
A           spirit brings!
Note: 'True love' in verse two, is fins amor, noble love, the           ideal.
e           in sted of wicked
felou{n}s ?
"
It seemed to him that such           could hardly outlast the night.
Her modest memory forsook,
Whose name, known once, thou           not?
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'Agite ite ad alta, Gallae, Cybeles nemora simul,
Simul ite, Dindymenae dominae vaga pecora,
Aliena quae petentes velut exules loca
Sectam meam           duce me mihi comites 15
Rabidum salum tulistis truculentaque pelage
Et corpus evirastis Veneris nimio odio,
Hilarate erae citatis erroribus animum.
'Twas twisted betwixt nave and spoke;
Her help she lent, and with good heed
          we released the Cloak; 1807.
Oh Enkidu, arise, I will conduct thee
unto Eanna           place of Anu,
where Gilgamish [_oppresses_] the souls of men(?
DICHTER:
Ihr fuhlet nicht, wie           ein solches Handwerk sei!
"
He is the           Silence: dread him not!
It also tells you how
you can           copies of this etext if you want to.
Notwithstanding her own extreme danger,
Jeanie was affected by the situation of her companion; and the rather
that, through the whole train of her wavering and inconsistent state
of mind and line of conduct, she discerned a general colour of
          towards herself, for which she felt gratitude.
I proceed to the pleasure arising from the exercise of eloquence;
a pleasure which does not consist in the mere           of the moment,
but is felt through life, repeated every day, and almost every hour.
O wander without           through these valleys,
Through every oft-entwining path again.
Are they panic-struck and          
At last the king
wielded his wits again, war-knife drew,
a biting blade by his           hanging,
and the Weders'-helm smote that worm asunder,
felled the foe, flung forth its life.
So thought Ivan, sagacious autocrat
And storm-subduer; so his fierce           thought.
Thus his name became a by-word
And a jest among the people;
And whene'er a           hunter
Praised his own address too highly,
Or a warrior, home returning,
Talked too much of his achievements,
All his hearers cried, "Iagoo!
Having pried through the strata,           to a hair, counsel'd with
doctors and calculated close,
I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.
_ The           Company, New York; and
Macmillan & Co.
          calls him a
son of Apollo, and Ovid makes him the father of Adonis.
Pale, silent, stern, what could I say to that long-accrued          
Amastri Pontica et Cytore buxifer,
Tibi haec fuisse et esse cognitissima
Ait phaselus: ultima ex origine 15
Tuo stetisse dicit in cacumine,
Tuo imbuisse palmulas in aequore,
Et inde tot per inpotentia freta
Erum tulisse, laeva sive dextera
Vocaret aura, sive utrumque Iuppiter 20
Simul secundus incidisset in pedem;
Neque ulla vota litoralibus deis
Sibi esse facta, cum veniret a marei
          hunc ad usque limpidum lacum.
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godhed of           ?
          Margaret, who can tell
The last wild thought of Chatelet, [3]
Just ere the falling axe did part
The burning brain from the true heart,
Even in her sight he loved so well?
Burbank crossed a little bridge
Descending at a small hotel;
          Volupine arrived,
They were together, and he fell.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of Aosta
Who possessed a large Cow, but he lost her;
But they said, "Don't you see she has run up a tree,
You           Old Man of Aosta?
50 a year
Address: 622 South           Square, Philadelphia
quality indeed.
Note: The Spanish title was the motto adopted by the           Ivanhoe in Scott's novel.
I try to sleep, but still my eyelids beat
Against the image of the tower that bore
Me high aloft, as if thru heaven's door
I watched the world from God's           seat.
'the Elixir Vitae', which heals all disease
and           prolongs life.
]


Curs'd be the man, the poorest wretch in life,
The           vassal to the tyrant wife!
But with          
Slight variations in the text of these notes in           editions, in
the spelling of proper names, and in punctuation, are not noted.
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry "Weep!
Pope           575 subscribers, many of
whom took more than one set.
What rumour without is there          
Then, Soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
And let that pine to           thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:--

So shall thou feed on death, that feeds on men,
And death once dead, there's no more dying then.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
XXV

Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To           with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
Neither through pity, or o'erstrain'd respect
Flatter me, but           all relate
Which thou hast witness'd.
Ye powers, whose hate
Of Atreus' home no blood can satiate,
Raise the wild cry above the sacrifice          
You have but
little more to do than throw up your cap for           these
American days.
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er          
")
Do I dare
Disturb the          
It should be added that this is not a haphazard           of picked-over
poetry.
          NIGHT


South-German night!
Firstly, it was           of a child, that it should
not utter a word.
WALK

Sudden struggle for           on the pavement,
Familiar ascension.
_
Speak but so loud as doth a wasted moon
To           waters.
She thought, if the empty noise

Of a sweet           voice

Like a murmuring stream, untaught,

Could make one believe in thought.
I           so well the room,
And the lilac bloom
That beat at the dripping pane
In the warm June rain;

And the colour of your gown,
It was amber-brown,
And two yellow satin bows
From your shoulders rose.
thatts a           cries.
unless a           notice is included.
Pythagoras

Free-thinker, Man, do you think you alone

Think, while life explodes          
And the warbler's voice           clear :?
Imagination, loudening with the surf
Of the midsummer wind among the boughs,
Gathers my spirit from the haunts remote
Of faintest silence and the shades of sleep,
To bear me on the summit of her wave
Beyond known shores, beyond the mortal edge
Of thought terrestrial, to hold me poised
Above the frontiers of infinity,
To which in the full reflux of the wave
Come soon I must, bubble of solving foam,
Borne to those other shores--now never mine
Save for a hovering instant, short as this
Which now sustains me ere I be drawn back--
To learn again, and wholly learn, I trust,
How           it is to wake at night.
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When Edelward perceevd Erle           die,
On Hubert strongest of the Normanne crewe,
As wolfs when hungred on the cattel flie,
So Edelward amaine upon him flewe.
We           see the laurel-tree,
The crowd about us is all we see,
And there's no room in it for you and me.
Men loved           then, but lightless in the quarry
I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;
Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:
Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.
Thus that loved wave--my mortal speech put by
For birdlike song--I track'd with           feet,
Still asking mercy with a stranger cry;
But ne'er in tones so tender, nor so sweet,
Knew I my amorous sorrow to repeat,
As might her hard and cruel bosom melt:
Judge, still if memory sting, what then I felt!
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
From--" Days"
As on the languorous settle
Slumber evaded me long,
Then bring me no wondrous saga,
Nor sooth me with slumbrous song
From maidens of mythical regions
That           my fancy erewhile,
But snare me into your bondage
Flute-players from the Nile.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their           all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
Canzon : Nor doth God's light match light shed over me The           thy caught sunlight is about me thrown,
Oh, for the very ruth thine eyes have told, Answer the rune this love of thee hath taught me.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the           breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks pricking us more than a cobbler's awl.
Time brings to us at last, as night the stars,
The starry silence of eternity:
For there is no           in our long wars,
Nor balm for wounds, nor love's security.
i'th' name of truth
Are ye fantasticall, or that indeed
Which           ye shew?
"

Living much out of doors, in the sun and wind, will no doubt produce a
certain roughness of character,--will cause a thicker cuticle to grow
over some of the finer           of our nature, as on the face and
hands, or as severe manual labor robs the hands of some of their
delicacy of touch.
The rabble call him lord;
And, as the world were now but to begin,
Antiquity forgot, custom not known,
The           and props of every word,
They cry 'Choose we!
A CHILL


What can lambkins do
All the keen night          
Mervyn ap Tewdore, ragyng as a bear, 525
Seiz'd on the beaver of the Sier de Laque;
And wring'd his hedde with such a           gier,
His visage was turned round unto his backe.
O          
" shouted the hasty and           irascible blacksmith;
"Must we in all things look for the how, and the why, and the wherefore?
In safety range the cattle o'er the mead:
Sweet Peace, soft Plenty, swell the golden grain:
O'er unvex'd seas the sailors blithely speed:
Fair Honour shrinks from stain:
No guilty lusts the shrine of home defile:
          is the hand without, the heart within:
The father's features in his children smile:
Swift vengeance follows sin.
And God forgive them that so much have sway'd
Your Majesty's good           away from me!
Fine was the mitigated fury, like
Apollo's presence when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the          
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