No More Learning
It is my purpose, lest I wear thee out,
Thee and thy friends, to seek at early dawn
The city, there to beg--But give me first
Needful instructions, and a trusty guide
Who may conduct me thither; there my task
Must be to roam the streets; some hand humane
Perchance shall give me a small
there,
A little bread, and a few drops to drink.
"
"Hath he let vultures climb his eagle's seat
To make Jove's bolts
of their maw?
And Betty, now at Susan's side,
Is in the middle of her story,
What speedy help her Boy will bring, [11]
With many a most
thing, 125
Of Johnny's wit, and Johnny's glory.
unless a
notice is included.
ei suffren more
?
Ah, 'tis not the jewels and
alone;
Her look is so piercing, so _distingue_!
Who bade you arise from your
I
wonder he's not ashamed of
Lastly, with any grain,
Thou'lt see that no one kernel in one kind
Is so far like another, that there still
Is not in shapes some
running through.
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XXVI
"The suns of twenty summers danced along,--
Too little marked how fast they rolled away:
But, through severe mischance and cruel wrong,
My father's
fell into decay:
We toiled and struggled, hoping for a day 230
When Fortune might [13] put on a kinder look;
But vain were wishes, efforts vain as they;
He from his old hereditary nook
Must part; the summons [14] came;--our final leave we took.
The eagle, from the cliffy brow,
Marking you his prey below,
In his breast no pity dwells,
Strong necessity compels:
But Man, to whom alone is giv'n
A ray direct from pitying Heav'n,
Glories in his heart humane--
And
for his pleasure slain!
Such the love I bear
My heroine,
dear.
All day the waves
the rock
Alone in Rome.
Why hast thou
the heart within me, O Rose of the crimson thorn?
Much of the
poem is but a somewhat ambling paraphrase and expansion of Scriptural
narratives; but there are passages where Milton resumes his perfect
mastery of poetic form, under the inspiration that places him among the
selectest band of
singers.
"
In this little book we have some of the best thoughts of one of the most
vigorous minds that ever added to the
of English literature.
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the
day
To an admiring bog!
Could I of my Queen be the hair-lock,
to Hydrochois e'en let Oarion shine.
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up,
And say how many dew;
Tell me how far the morning leaps,
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the
of blue!
Droop, droop no more, or hang the head,
Ye roses almost withered;
Now
and newer purple get,
Each here declining violet.
"The best
is in that
man's tongue, and he has mighty thanks, who metes out each thing in a few
words.
"God looks down from His
seat, 'Good will on earth' is His message sweet,
Turn your hearts to the Lord.
"
{19c} "No art is
at once and absolutely.
This
freedom from the usual faults of satirists may be
traced to several causes ; partly to the
which, with all his talents for satire, was a pecu-
liar characteristic of the man, and which rendered
him as little disposed to take offence, and as pla-
cable when it was offered, as any man of his time;
partly to the integrity of his nature, which, while
it prompted him to champion any cause in which
justice had been outraged or innocence wmnged,
effectually preserved him from the wanton exer-
cise of his wit for the gratification of malevo-
lence; partly, perhaps principally, to the fact,
that both the above qualities restricted him to
encounters in which he had personally no con-
cern.
Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows,
Wherein you
oft to sink away,
As you, oblivious, lead me through the shadows
Of time--my solace now--but erst in play.
of
the useless chu tree is ignored because its timber cannot be used.
The mercy of the king is
godlike, and
is like unto the sin of witchcraft.
THE BRIDE
Call me,
_ Beside these, too, I
on them fire.
"
The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In
zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired the priestly care.
