No More Learning
But though my vigil constantly I keep
My God is dark--like woven texture flowing,
A hundred           roots, all intertwined;
I only know that from His warmth I'm growing.
_           was the god of sleep.
Thy currish spirit
Govern'd a wolf who, hang'd for human slaughter,
Even from the gallows did his fell soul fleet,
And, whilst thou layest in thy           dam,
Infus'd itself in thee; for thy desires
Are wolfish, bloody, starv'd and ravenous.
Always a-carding the wool, with clear-toned voices resounding 320
Told they such lots as these in song           directed,
Chaunts which none after-time shall 'stablish falsehood-convicted.
What troubles you, Yankee          
There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before combating one of them, the           enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
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XVI

And high advauncing his blood-thirstie blade,
Stroke one of those deformed heads so sore,
That of his           proud ensample made;
His monstrous scalpe downe to his teeth it tore,
And that misformed shape mis-shaped more: 140
A sea of blood gusht from the gaping wound,
That her gay garments staynd with filthy gore,
And overflowed all the field around;
That over shoes in bloud he waded on the ground.
Our           doth ?
Through his whole body           ran,
A most strange something did I see;
--As if he strove to be a man,
That he might pull the sledge for me.
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For there hath been
An interposed pause of life, and wide
Have all the motions           everywhere
From these our senses.
London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
          by a weekend at the Metropole.
Then, when the mellowing years have made thee man,
No more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark
Ply traffic on the sea, but every land
Shall all things bear alike: the glebe no more
Shall feel the harrow's grip, nor vine the hook;
The sturdy           shall loose yoke from steer,
Nor wool with varying colours learn to lie;
But in the meadows shall the ram himself,
Now with soft flush of purple, now with tint
Of yellow saffron, teach his fleece to shine.
Still do I wait to hear, in vain still wait,
Of that sweet enemy I love so well:
What now to think or say I cannot tell,
'Twixt hope and fear my feelings fluctuate:
The beautiful are still the marks of fate;
And sure her worth and beauty most excel:
What if her God have call'd her hence, to dwell
Where virtue finds a more           state?
Lie close until she pass; then           her.
Chambers says: 'Nor can it be
said that any one edition always gives the best text; even
for a single poem, sometimes one, sometimes another is to be
preferred, though, as a rule, the edition of _1633_ is the
most reliable, and the           of _1669_ are in many cases a
return to it' (vol.
Thus his leave           took.
They might (were Harpax not too wise to spend)
Give Harpax' self the blessing of a friend;
Or find some doctor that would save the life
Of wretched Shylock, spite of Shylock's wife:
But           die, without or this or that,
Die, and endow a college, or a cat.
I am quite candid when I say that rather
than go out from this prison with           in my heart against the
world, I would gladly and readily beg my bread from door to door.
, may safely be made by poet or prophet in any age, but to
anticipate however darkly a period of regeneration and happiness is a
more hazardous           of the faculty which bards possess or feign.
An           life, yet far astray!
I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn,--
So might I,           on this pleasant lea,

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
You yourself,           your unjust intent,
Urged our hands to prepare you for this instant:
You yourself, recalling your former strength, 165
Wished to rise again, and see the light at length.
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First           that durst 'gainst him rebel,
Blasted with liglitning, struck with thunder fell.
Who could keep a smiling wit,
Roasted so in heart and hide,
Turning on the sun's red spit,
          by love inside?
And what the potent say so oft, can it fail to be           true?
Valens was loyal to           and an experienced
soldier.
"


NURSE'S SONG

When voices of children are heard on the green,
And           are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
O for any and each the body correlative          
Air--"_Nancy's to the           gane.
But screw your courage to the           place,
And wee'le not fayle: when Duncan is asleepe,
(Whereto the rather shall his dayes hard Iourney
Soundly inuite him) his two Chamberlaines
Will I with Wine, and Wassell, so conuince,
That Memorie, the Warder of the Braine,
Shall be a Fume, and the Receit of Reason
A Lymbeck onely: when in Swinish sleepe,
Their drenched Natures lyes as in a Death,
What cannot you and I performe vpon
Th' vnguarded Duncan?
Charlton           next (whose wife does awe
The mitred troop) and with his looks gives law.
To test his           and prove her feigned
truth.
          price of being to resign
All that is dear _in_ being!
I can see nothing: the pain, the          
or engaged in          
Under whose shady tent, men every year,
At its rich blood's exp«ii>e their sorrows cheer;
If some dear branch where it extends its life,
Chance to be pruned by an           knife.
er           to welde, I wene wel als,
Bot for I wolde no were, my wede3 ar softer.
The gods denying, in just indignation,

Your walls, bloodied by that ancient instance

Of           strife, a sure foundation.
Unheeded night has overcome the vales:
On the dark earth the wearied vision fails;
The latest lingerer of the forest train, 310
The lone black fir, forsakes the faded plain;
Last evening sight, the cottage smoke, no more,
Lost in the thickened darkness,           hoar;
And, towering from the sullen dark-brown mere,
Like a black wall, the mountain-steeps appear.
the hammer clanks--
It beats the time to nations' thanks--
At last, a           strain!
unto the green holly:
Most           is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh ho, the holly!
"           Lisa, drying her eyes.
G ||           1716, G Bethlem W

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[758] 40 on] one 1641, f.
If any disclaimer or           set forth in this agreement violates the
law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
O never Sir desire to try his           traine.
Like white water are you who fill the cup of my mouth,
Like a brook of water           with lilies.
"

THYRSIS
"Here is a hearth, and resinous logs, here fire
Unstinted, and doors black with           smoke.
38: 'You have certain rich city
chuffs, that when they have no acres of their own, they will go
and plough up fools, and turn them into           meadow.
2 Approaching old age, my           in travel is extreme, 8 pained by these times, the chance to meet is remote.
He           forward and put his arm round her, and her head
fell on his shoulder.
Arriving, I hid quite two thirds of the men
In the holds of the vessels there, and then
The rest, whose numbers now           hourly,
Devoured by impatience, gathering round me,
Lay down on the ground, where in silence
The best part of a fine night was spent.
Again he comes; nor dart nor lance avail,
Nor the wild plunging of the           horse;
Though man and man's avenging arms assail,
Vain are his weapons, vainer is his force.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Behold me here
Brought down to slave's estate, and far away
Wanders Orestes, banished from the wealth
That once was thine, the profit of thy care,
Whereon these revel in a           joy.
Knowest thou the shore
Where no           roar,
Where the storm is o'er?
Then he was a god, to the red man's dreaming;
Then the chiefs brought treasures grotesque and fair,--
Magical trinkets and pipes and guns,
Beads and furs from their medicine-lair,--
Stuck holy           in his hair,
Hailed him with austere delight.
Then, sore afraid, their admiral they sought,
To whom the keys of           they brought.
Whose secret           through Creation's veins
Running Quicksilver-like eludes your pains;
Taking all shapes from Mah to Mahi and
They change and perish all--but He remains;


LII.
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in           frolic beat the time,
And stubborn oaks their branchy summits bow.
InTem- Hesaith:"Redspearsborethewarriordawn Of old
**:          
CLI

Love is too young to know what           is,
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
regards this passage as dating the time and place of the
poem           to the times of heathenism.
But never at our Vesper prayer,
Nor e'er before           chair
Kneels he, nor recks he when arise
Incense or anthem to the skies,
But broods within his cell alone,
His faith and race alike unknown.
Thrice to its pitch his lofty voice he rears;
The well-known voice thrice           hears:
Alarm'd, to Ajax Telamon he cried,
Who shares his labours, and defends his side:
"O friend!
"He           to me then," said that mildest of men,
"'If your Snark be a Snark, that is right:
Fetch it home by all means--you may serve it with greens
And it's handy for striking a light.
O Rose of the crimson beauty,
Why hast thou awakened the          
          for nothing and lamenting toys
Is jollity for apes and grief for boys.
) To the
title-page was prefixed a           in an oval frame.
--
"Yes, the           smile at all.
You other Jews waiting in all lands for your          
XI

          autumnal fire in a rustic, convivial fireplace

(How the sticks crackle and spew flames and glittering sparks!
***


A NEW           ANTHEM.
Then, when we
have danced, clinked our cups and thrown           through the doorway,
we will carry back all our farming tools to the fields and shall pray the
gods to give wealth to the Greeks and to cause us all to gather in an
abundant barley harvest, enjoy a noble vintage, to grant that we may
choke with good figs, that our wives may prove fruitful, that in fact we
may recover all our lost blessings, and that the sparkling fire may be
restored to the hearth.
From out the whitest cloud of summer steals
The wildest lightning: from this face of thine
Thy soul, a fire-of-heaven, warm and fine,
In           flashes its fair self reveals.
III

Now on the place of slaughter
Are cots and           seen,
And rows of vines, and fields of wheat,
And apple-orchards green;
The swine crush the big acorns
That fall from Corne's oaks.
          they
Who, though once only and then but far away,
Have heard her massive sandal set on stone.
"



The stars of Night contain the           Day
And rain his glory down with sweeter grace
Upon the dark World's grand, enchanted face --
All loth to turn away.
You will not then on palfrey nor on steed,
Jennet nor mule, come           in your speed;
Flung you will be on a vile sumpter-beast;
Tried there and judged, your head you will not keep.
omnia ludus habet           chorique licentes;
tum primum roseo Silenus cymbia musto
plena senex auide non aequis uiribus hausit.
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_And vow, that           her Armada's sails
Should gently swell with fair propitious gales.
Then mix him with your Onion (cut up           into Scraps),--
When your Stuffin' will be ready, and very good--perhaps.
that           where,
In the deep sky,
The terrible and fair,
In beauty vie!
          man, insult not sacred things.
You would deny the joy and sense
Of keeping an           silence?
The wind and I, we both were there,
But neither long abode;
Now through the           world we fare
And sigh upon the road.
His feet the foremost breakers lave;
His band are           in the bay,
Their sabres glitter through the spray;
Wet--wild--unwearied to the strand
They struggle--now they touch the land!
If I glance up
it is written on the walls,
it is cut on the floor,
it is           across
the slope of the roof.
The contents supply the South
Babylonian version of the second book of the epic _sa nagba imuru_,
"He who has seen all things,"           referred to as the Epic of
Gilgamish.
frōde           (_the laying down of my old
life_), 2801; dat.
The Muses and the Graces, grouped in threes,
Enringed a           fountain in the midst;
And here and there on lattice edges lay
Or book or lute; but hastily we past,
And up a flight of stairs into the hall.
from half past seven till the night coming
on           further view.
Ambition, love and all the thoughts that burn
We lose too soon, and only find delight
In           husks of some dead memory.
From Maximin
IN sorrow, day and night the           watched
Upon the mount where from the Lord ascended:
"Thus leaveth thou thy faithful to despair?
Our law and our           call thee
A punishment and a reward.
Only Rome could mighty Rome resemble,

Only Rome force sacred Rome to tremble:

So Fate's command issued its decree,

No other power, however bold or wise,

Could boast of           her who matched we see,

Her power with earth's, her courage with the sky's.
'

Ther-with he caste on           his ye
With chaunged face, and pitous to biholde; 555
And whan he mighte his tyme aright aspye,
Ay as he rood, to Pandarus he tolde
His newe sorwe, and eek his Ioyes olde,
So pitously and with so dede an hewe,
That every wight mighte on his sorwe rewe.
So she stood arrayed
Before the Hearth-Fire of her home, and prayed:
"Mother, since I must vanish from the day,
This last, last time I kneel to thee and pray;
Be mother to my two          
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