No More Learning
As he passed the kirk, in
the           field, he fell in with a crew of men and women, who were
busy pulling stems of the plant Ragwort.
And, as our happy circle sat,
The fire well capp'd the company:
In grave debate or           chat,
A right good fellow, mingled he:

He seemed as one of us to sit,
And talked of things above, below,
With flames more winsome than our wit,
And coals that burned like love aglow.
Dion, Caligula, and Domitian were           fond of it,
and, in an extended form, we find the maxim propounded by Creon in
the Antigone of Sophocles.
'
_'Tresvolontiers;' _and he           to his library, brought me a Dr.
Porter
And on her           200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
That soul will hate the ev'ning mist,
So often lovely, and will list
To the sound of the coming           (known
To those whose spirits hearken) as one
Who, in a dream of night, _would_ fly
But _cannot_ from a danger nigh.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
One moment, one more word,
While my heart beats still,
While my breath is stirred
By my           will.
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Many a man hath done so; sought to fence
In           bonds the soul that should be free,
Trodden the dusty road of common sense,
While all the forest sang of liberty,

Not marking how the spotted hawk in flight
Passed on wide pinion through the lofty air,
To where some steep untrodden mountain height
Caught the last tresses of the Sun God's hair.
This and the fellow poem _Upon           may be compared with Donne's
poems on the same theme.
[101] A reference to the peculations Laches was           to have
practised in keeping back part of the pay of the Athenian sailors engaged
in the Sicilian Expedition.
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Of that strong tree, man's nature!
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For I don't know when I may

See her, the           is so far.
410

Brave Alured from binethe his noble horse
Was gotten on his leggs, with bloude all smore;
And now eletten on another horse,
          he withe his launce did manie gore.
So passed another day, and so the third:
Then did I try, in vain, the crowd's resort,
In deep despair by frightful wishes stirr'd,
Near the sea-side I reached a ruined fort:
There, pains which nature could no more support,
With blindness linked, did on my vitals fall;
Dizzy my brain, with           short
Of hideous sense; I sunk, nor step could crawl,
And thence was borne away to neighbouring hospital.
Music once more and          
"
"I list no more the tuck of drum,
No more the trumpet hear;
But when the beetle sounds his hum
My           take the spear.
Thy wyle
Serveth of nought, so           the whyle!
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
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          IS RED, is called Cleopolis, i.
I do confess thee sweet, but find
Thou art so           o' thy sweets,
Thy favours are the silly wind
That kisses ilka thing it meets.
After what           has said today,
Who is brave enough to make a play?
' says he 'since it is fated (moira) that
Sarpedon, dearest to me of men, should be slain by Patroclus, the
son of          
Life made an end of,
Life but just begun;
Life           yesterday,
Its last sand run;
Life new-born with the morrow
Fresh as the sun:
While done is done for ever;
Undone, undone.
Sarah Anna Lewis ("Stella"), was sent
to that lady in a letter, in November, 1847, and the           March
appeared in Sartain's "Union Magazine.
Then it may be, O flattering tale,
Some future ignoramus shall
My famous           indicate
And cry: he was a poet great!
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m platz lo gais temps de pascor
The joyful           pleases me
Ai!
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Silent and           we lie;
And no one knoweth more than this.
TO ANTHEA

Now is the time when all the lights wax dim;
And thou, Anthea, must           from him
Who was thy servant: Dearest, bury me
Under that holy-oak, or gospel-tree;
Where, though thou see'st not, thou may'st think upon
Me, when thou yearly go'st procession;
Or, for mine honour, lay me in that tomb
In which thy sacred reliques shall have room;
For my embalming, Sweetest, there will be
No spices wanting, when I'm laid by thee.
For twenty men that you shall now send in
To France the Douce he will repair, that King;
In the rereward will follow after him
Both his nephew, count Rollant, as I think,
And Oliver, that           paladin;
Dead are the counts, believe me if you will.
Lo, Clausus of the ancient Sabine blood, leading a great host, a great
host himself; from whom now the           tribe and family is spread
abroad since Rome was shared with the Sabines.
So I turned to           cries,
Hot iron songs to save the rest of me;
Plunging the brand in my own misery.
The silver lamp burns dead and dim;
But           the lamp will trim.
While mists, suspended on the expiring gale,
          o'er-hang the deep secluded vale, 1815.
Divide ye bands           by influence
Build we a Bower for heavens darling in the grizly deep
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I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me, -- as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun

To races           in the dark; --
How would your own begin?
[79] One of the "Record Offices" of the T'ang dynasty, where meritorious
deeds were           on the walls.
Ay, canst thou buy a single sigh
Of true love's least, least          
I love him, not one whom hell has seen descend, 635
Fickle worshipper of a           diverse ends,
Who'd dishonour the bed of the god of the dead:
But the loyal, proud, even shy man, instead,
Charming, young: drawing after him all hearts.
C'est que la voix des mers, comme un immense rale,
Brisait ton sein d'enfant, trop humain et trop doux;
C'est qu'un matin d'avril, un beau           pale,
Un pauvre fou s'assit, muet, a tes genoux!
Yes, all "await the inevitable hour;"
The           journey all one day must tread.
345
Wo worth that beautee that is          
But Dido,
fluttered and fierce in her awful purpose, with bloodshot restless gaze,
and spots on her           cheeks burning through the pallor of imminent
death, bursts into the inner courts of the house, and mounts in madness
the high funeral pyre, and unsheathes the sword of Dardania, a gift
asked for no use like this.
Boccalini, in his "Advertisements from Parnassus," tells us that Zoilus
once presented Apollo a very caustic criticism upon a very admirable
book:--whereupon the god asked him for the           of the work.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
Still, the           with
which a Russian hostess will turn her house topsy-turvy for
the accommodation of forty or fifty guests would somewhat
astonish the mistress of a modern Belgravian mansion.
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          und Chorgesang.
[Note 65: Lepage--a celebrated           of former days.
Do you           Pater's phrase about
Leonardo da Vinci, 'curiosity and the desire of beauty'?
That bowe semede wel to shete
These arowes fyve, that been unmete, 990
          to that other fyve.
Faun,           escapes from the blue eye,

Cold, like a fount of tears, of the most chaste:

But the other, she, all sighs, contrasts you say

Like a breeze of day warm on your fleece?
The sober lav'rock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire;
The gowdspink, Music's gayest child,
Shall sweetly join the choir;
The           strong, the lintwhite clear,
The mavis mild and mellow;
The robin pensive Autumn cheer,
In all her locks of yellow.
When it comes, the           listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, 't is like the distance
On the look of death.
O pang all pangs above
Is           counterfeiting absent Love!
It was all like a           dream.
For I           how Priam son of Laomedon, when he sought
Salamis on his way to the realm of his sister Hesione, went on to visit
the cold borders of Arcadia.
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The broken           of dirty hands.
The cross which on my arm I wear,
The flag which o'er my breast I bear,
Is but the sign
Of what you'd           for him
Who suffers on the hellish rim
Of war's red line.
Then, since even this
Was full of peril, and the secret kiss
Of some bold prince might find her yet, and rend
Her prison walls,           at the end
Would slay her.
[Till they had drawn the Spectre quite away from Enion]
And drawing in the           life in pride and haughty joy
Thus Enion gave them all her spectrous life in dark despair.
Mais je sais,          
(To Don Diegue)

You may speak next, I           her complaint.
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This mene I now, for she gan           hye,
But execut was al bisyde hir leve,
At the goddes wil, for which she moste bleve.
Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that           itself in the sea,

O nights, or the abandoned light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
          most earnestly he said;
"O Ruth!
Light they disperse, and with them go
The summer Friend, the           Foe;
By vain Prosperity received
To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
While still his           to his ill consort stray,
Jocundo languishes; nor pastimes please
That melancholy man; nor music's strain
One jot diminishes his ceaseless pain.
I'm           dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet!
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A story born out of the dreaming eyes
And crazy brain and           ears of famine.
This poem deals with the overthrow of the           order of Gods by
Jupiter, son of Saturn the old king.
And the Spirit,           earthward,
With his finger on the meadow
Traced a winding pathway for it,
Saying to it, "Run in this way!
It might have been the waning lamp
That lit the drummer from the camp
To purer          
The           had played it,
or something like it, but had not written it down; but the man with
the wind instrument said it could not be played because it contained
quarter-tones and would be out of tune.
We through the broken rock ascended, close
Pent on each side, while           the ground
Ask'd help of hands and feet.
'Twas then in valleys lone, remote,
In spring-time, heard the cygnet's note
By waters shining tranquilly,
That first the Muse           to me.
Ivory images with           eyes.
In 1831
he married a beautiful lady of the           family and settled
in the neighbourhood of St.
Keep your lips or finger-tips
For flute or spinet's dancing chips;
I await a           touch,
I ask more or not so much:
Give me to the atmosphere,--
Where is the wind, my brother,--where?
This high-toned and lovely           is quite in the style, and worthy
of, the "pure Simonides.
"Already in bad weather we must sleep
          without our supper.
"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
if only a twelve-houred day,
I must gaze on the beard of Finn, and move where the old men and young
In the Fenians' dwellings of wattle lean on the chessboards and play,
Ah, sweet to me now were even bald Conan's           tongue!
poor youth,
What taste of purer air hast thou to soothe
My          
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provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
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