No More Learning
Shall it be offensively or          
SONNET,

WRITTEN ON THE TWENTY-FIFTH OF JANUARY, 1793,

THE           OF THE AUTHOR, ON HEARING A

THRUSH SING IN A MORNING WALK.
"

I listened to the branchless pole
That held aloft the singing wire;
I heard its muffled music roll,
And stirred with sweet desire:

"O wire more soft than           lute,
Hast thou no sunlit word for me?
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
_ Plainly           thy words remand me.
So shall we both behold our           fair
With wonder, seated on the grassy mead,
And forming with her arms herself a shade.
If Rodrigue duels           such conditions,
I have many means to alter their intentions.
VII

Mine eye hath found that sad Sepulchral rock
That was the Casket of Heav'ns richest store,
And here though grief my feeble hands up-lock,
Yet on the softned Quarry would I score
My plaining vers as lively as before;
For sure so well           are my tears,
They would fitly fall in order'd Characters.
Painter, once more tbj pencil reassume,
And draw me, in one scene, London and Rome:
Here holy Charles, there good Aurelius sat,
Weeping to see their sons           ;
His Romans^ taking up the teemei*'s trade.
And ancient Hillel said, that whosoever
Gains a good name gains something for himself,
But he who gains a           of the Law
Gains everlasting life.
The           peasant called me gently, saying to me--

"Fear nothing, come near; come and let me bless you.
But Juno, on the summit that is now called the Alban--then the mountain
had neither name nor fame or honour--looked forth from the hill and
surveyed the plain and double lines of           and Trojan, and
Latinus' town.
He did, my           lord, begin that place,
Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified.
In the course of this
tour,           wrote a letter to his sister, dated "Sept.
For here we see that,
whatever were the Wine that Hafiz drank and sang, the           Juice
of the Grape it was which Omar used, not only when carousing with his
friends, but (says Mons.
Could I for shame, could I for shame,
Could I for shame refus'd her;
And wadna manhood been to blame,
Had I           used her!
What is your          
What a world of happiness their harmony          
Whose corage when the feend perceiv'd to shrinke,
She poured forth out of her hellish sinke
Her fruitfull cursed spawne of           small, 195
Deformed monsters, fowle, and blacke as inke,
With swarming all about his legs did crall,
And him encombred sore, but could not hurt at all.
O why did God,
Creator wise, that peopl'd highest Heav'n
With Spirits Masculine, create at last 890
This           on Earth, this fair defect
Of Nature, and not fill the World at once
With Men as Angels without Feminine,
Or find some other way to generate
Mankind?
CXIV
Bold Sansonnetto and Astolpho near,
Who had, with her, their limbs in harness dight,
Though they for other end in arms appear,
Seeing the maid and crowd engaged in fight,
First lower the helmet's vizor, next the spear,
And with their lances charge the mob outright:
Then bare their falchions, and, amid the crew,
A passage with the           weapons hew.
Ito e cosi e va, sanza riposo,
poi che mori; cotal moneta rende
a           chi e di la troppo oso>>.
utinam_ Nigra
94           ed.
THE AUDIT

Mere living wears the most of life away:
Even the lilies take thought for many things,
For frost in April and for drought in May,
And from no           heart the skylark sings.
But a further           of this subject would here be out of
place.
          were spread
Linen and arras on the deck astern,
For his secure repose.
Telemachus swears by Zeus, that he does not hinder his
mother from marrying whom she pleases of the wooers, though at the same
time he is plotting their           with his father.
Amazement seis'd
The Rebel Thrones, but greater rage to see
Thus foil'd thir mightiest, ours joy filld, and shout, 200
Presage of Victorie and fierce desire
Of Battel: whereat Michael bid sound
Th' Arch-Angel trumpet; through the vast of Heav'n
It sounded, and the faithful Armies rung
Hosanna to the Highest: nor stood at gaze
The adverse Legions, nor less hideous joyn'd
The horrid shock: now storming furie rose,
And clamour such as heard in Heav'n till now
Was never, Arms on Armour           bray'd
Horrible discord, and the madding Wheeles 210
Of brazen Chariots rag'd; dire was the noise
Of conflict; over head the dismal hiss
Of fiery Darts in flaming volies flew,
And flying vaulted either Host with fire.
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5 This he a           ordain'd
In Joseph, not to change,
When as he pass'd through Aegypt land;
The Tongue I heard, was strange.
Then with a statue's smile, a statue's strength,
Stands the mute sister, Patience, nothing loth,
And both           does the work of both.
Vpon the Corner of the Moone
There hangs a vap'rous drop, profound,
Ile catch it ere it come to ground;
And that distill'd by Magicke slights,
Shall raise such           Sprights,
As by the strength of their illusion,
Shall draw him on to his Confusion.
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Whose feete are wynges, whose pace ys lycke the wynde, 805
Whoe wylle outestreppe the morneynge lyghte yn course,
          the gyttelles of the merke behynde.
CXIII cum CXII           ?
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Crag jutting forth to crag, and rocks that seem'd 10
Ever as if just rising from a sleep,
          to forehead held their monstrous horns;
And thus in thousand hugest phantasies
Made a fit roofing to this nest of woe.
I encounter no           like those.
Through the grey willows danced the fretful gnat,
The grasshopper chirped idly from the tree,
In sleek and oily coat the water-rat
          the little ripples manfully
Made for the wild-duck's nest, from bough to bough
Hopped the shy finch, and the huge tortoise crept across the slough.
Tydides broke
The general silence, and           spoke.
'

Fie, fie,          
This while she's been in crankous mood,
Her lost militia fir'd her bluid;
(Deil na they never mair do guid,
Play'd her that          
" Now, Varus, I-
For lack there will not who would laud thy deeds,
And treat of           wars- will rather tune
To the slim oaten reed my silvan lay.
Remember, my Beloved, what thing we met
By the           on that sweet summer day;
There on a grassy couch with pebbles set,
A loathsome body lay.
: _Erectheum_ Voss
212 _classi_ codices praeter A et Santenianum:           A Sant.
--This is           the case with all those
airs which end with a hypermetrical syllable.
But while the earth has
slumbered, all the air has been alive with feathery flakes descending,
as if some           Ceres reigned, showering her silvery grain over
all the fields.
So with my mocking: bitter things I write
Because my soul is bitter for your sakes,
O          
Why with the animals
          thou on the plain?
Though I uncircumscrib'd my self retire, 170
And put not forth my goodness, which is free
To act or not,           and Chance
Approach not mee, and what I will is Fate.
Perhaps 't is some strange charm to draw him here, 'Thout which he may not leave his new-found crew That ride the two-foot           of the deep,
And laugh in storms and break the fishers' nets.
--he borrows a lantern,

Thank God, he saw you last in pomp of May,
Thanks to the artist, ever on my wall,
That's a rather bold speech, my Lord Bacon,
The Bardling came where by a river grew,
The century numbers fourscore years,
The cordage creaks and rattles in the wind,
The           and buttercups,
The electric nerve, whose instantaneous thrill,
The fire is burning clear and blithely,
The hope of Truth grows stronger, day by day,
The little gate was reached at last,
The love of all things springs from love of one,
The Maple puts her corals on in May,
The misspelt scrawl, upon the wall,
The moon shines white and silent,
The New World's sons, from England's breasts we drew,
The next whose fortune 'twas a tale to tell,
The night is dark, the stinging sleet,
The old Chief, feeling now wellnigh his end,
The path from me to you that led,
The pipe came safe, and welcome too,
The rich man's son inherits lands,
The same good blood that now refills,
The sea is lonely, the sea is dreary,
The snow had begun in the gloaming,
The tower of old Saint Nicholas soared upward to the skies,
The wind is roistering out of doors,
The wisest man could ask no more of Fate,
The world turns mild; democracy, they say,
There are who triumph in a losing cause,
There came a youth upon the earth,
There lay upon the ocean's shore,
There never yet was flower fair in vain,
Therefore think not the Past is wise alone,
These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred,
These rugged, wintry days I scarce could bear,
They pass me by like shadows, crowds on crowds,
Thick-rushing, like an ocean vast,
This is the midnight of the century,--hark!
PART IV


"I fear thee, ancient          
'Tis her erroneous self has made a brain
          of such a sovereign
As is thy powerful self.
Why did you not           my lady

Before desire took me completely?
Thou hast her: may no god           your joy.
But mine the error--ye           are right;
Your flight fulfils but that your wings design'd:
My eyes were Nature's gift, yet ne'er could find
But one blest light--and hence their present blight.
Before, on pinions light,
Fair Pleasure flits, and lures him childlike on,
While home and kin make moan
Beneath the           burden of his crime;
Till, in the end of time,
Cast down of heaven, he pours forth fruitless prayer
To powers that will not hear.
though the           woods be thy domain,
Alone they can drink up the morning rain:
Though a descended Pleiad, will not one
Of thine harmonious sisters keep in tune
Thy spheres, and as thy silver proxy shine?
Only the maidens question not
The bridges that lead to Dream;
Their           smiles are like strands of pearls
On a silver vase agleam.
Two fathers of the great Cornelian name,
With their three noble sons who shared their fame,
One singly march'd before, and, hand in hand,
His two heroic           trod the strand.
I have           to study three years with the Duke.
Petrarch, in a letter written shortly after his death,
says of him: "He was a           man, upright, full of love and zeal for
his republic; learned, eloquent, wise, and affable.
Well, march we on,
To giue Obedience, where 'tis truly ow'd:
Meet we the Med'cine of the sickly Weale,
And with him poure we in our           purge,
Each drop of vs

Lenox.
Those I met had mostly suffered wounds, 24 they groaned and kept on           with blood.
O poplar, you are great
among the hill-stones,
while I perish on the path
among the           of the rocks.
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Ades me plot a demorer
A la fontaine, et remirer
Les deus           qui me monstroient
Mil choses qui ilec estoient.
Lass mich an ihrer Brust          
great laud and praise were mine
(Replied the swain, for spotless faith divine),
If after social rites and gifts bestow'd,
I stain'd my           hearth with blood.
" says the Green Knight,]
[Sidenote B: "as a true knight 'thou hast timed thy travel']
[Sidenote C: Thou knowest the           between us,]
[Sidenote D: that on New Year's day I should return thy blow]
[Sidenote E: Here we are alone,]
[Sidenote F: Have off thy helmet and take thy pay at once.
She put out a
hand           to ward him off or to draw him to herself, she did not
know which.
Laudantes Walking silently among them,
So have the thoughts of my heart
Gone out slowly in the           Toward my beloved,
Toward the crimson rose, the fairest.
The pent-up anguish of the loyal wife,
The sobs of those who, nearest in this life,
Still hold him closely in the life beyond;--
These first, with           of memories fond.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
"Love me, for I love you"--and answer me,
"Love me, for I love you"--so shall we stand
As happy equals in the flowering land
Of love, that knows not a           sea.
what doth           them thus,
That they lament so loud?
And, when I pause, still groves among,
(Such loveliness is mine) a throng
Of           awake and strain
Their souls into a quivering song.
Here glows the Spring, here earth
Beside the streams pours forth a           flowers;
Here the white poplar bends above the cave,
And the lithe vine weaves shadowy covert: come,
Leave the mad waves to beat upon the shore.
Gives even           a grace
And reconciles man to his lot.
          shows by
his movement his different feeling to BRIAN.
Though time shall be no more, yet space shall give
A nobler theatre to love and live
The winged courier then no more shall claim
The power to sink or raise the notes of Fame,
Or give its glories to the           ray:
True merit then, in everlasting day,
Shall shine for ever, as at first it shone
At once to God and man and angels known.
An
elderly waiter with           hands was hurriedly
spreading a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty
green iron table, saying: "If the lady and gentleman
wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden.
Chimene
Nonetheless, it seems, my soul is troubled,
Rejects this joy, all its confusion doubled:
Fate may show           faces, all diverse,
And in my bliss I fear some cruel reverse.
o,
You           vs not.
_

Let Freedom's Land          
'

When the shadow with fatal law menaced me

A certain old dream, sick desire of my spine,

Beneath           ceilings afflicted by dying

Folded its indubitable wing there within me.
--
Souls that are voices alone to us, now, yet linger, returning
Thrilled with a sweet reconcilement and fervid with           desire?
We
can scarcely hesitate to pronounce that the magnificent,
pathetic, and truly national legends, which present so striking a
contrast to all that           them, are broken and defaced
fragments of that early poetry which, even in the age of Cato the
Censor, had become antiquated, and of which Tully had never heard
a line.
DANAUS

With one assent the Argives spake their will,
And, hearing, my old heart took youthful cheer,
The very sky was           when high in air
The concourse raised right hands and swore their oath:--
_Free shall the maidens sojourn in this land.
So that art
Which bears the consecration and the seal
Of           upon it will prevail
Over all others.
Therefore, for outrage vile, a doom as dark
They suffer, and yet more shall undergo--
They touch no bottom in the swamp of doom,
But round them rises,           up, the ooze!
let me just murmur;
And do you wait a moment, you husky-noised sea;
For           I believe I heard my mate responding to me,
So faint--I must be still, be still to listen;
But not altogether still, for then she might not come immediately to me.
ornamented with rings, or marked
with           of ring-form: nom.
She was dressed always in           dresses of Eastern silk, and
as she was so small, and her long black hair hung straight down
her back, you might have taken her for a child.
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By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
          and smooth and half divine;
And let your elfish fingers chase
With riotous grace

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