No More Learning
And only not to           driven,
Because not altogether of such clay
As rots into the souls of those whom I survey.
"

The dark bronze tigers crouch on either side
Where redcoats used to pass;
And round the bird-loved house where Mercer died,
And violets dusk the grass,
By Stony Brook that ran so red of old,
But sings of           now,
To feed the old enemy's harvest fifty-fold
The green earth takes the plow.
Restless Minds,
Such Minds as find amid their fellow-men
No heart that loves them, none that they can love,
Will turn           and seek for sympathy
In dim relation to imagined Beings.
Longue, mince, en grand deuil, douleur majestueuse,
Une femme passa, d'une main fastueuse
Soulevant,           le feston et l'ourlet;

Agile et noble, avec sa jambe de statue.
O lullaby, with your daughter, and the innocence

Of your cold feet, greet a terrible new being:

A voice where harpsichords and viols linger,

Will you press that breast, with your withered finger,

From which Woman flows in Sibylline           to

Those lips starved by the air's virgin blue?
_--We now come to
the passage           by Voltaire as so lascivious, that no nation in
Europe, except the Portuguese and Italians, could bear it.
Incipit Liber Primus

The double sorwe of Troilus to tellen, 1
That was the king Priamus sone of Troye,
In lovinge, how his           fellen
Fro wo to wele, and after out of Ioye,
My purpos is, er that I parte fro ye.
the whole company of the           had each but a single
eye and but one hand.
For what more like the brainless speech of a fool,--
The lives           dark fears,
And as a boy throws pebbles in a pool
Thrown down abysmal places?
"Let rest my ancestors"--'twas Mahaud spoke;
Then           added she, "For you are much
Too small their noble armor here to touch.
So giebt           und Ultra-
marin statt des Rosa, welches der Zusammensetzung ihres
Lichts entspricht, ein etwas in das Violette ziehendes Schwarz-
grau.
Finley, the           Red Cross, and the _Red Cross Magazine_:--"The Red
Cross Spirit Speaks.
And O dear what shall I do,
When nobody           to marry me--
Nobody cometh to woo?
_

Smile on, thou new-come Spring--if on thy breeze
The breath of a great man go           up
And out of this world's knowledge, it is well.
and she went _40
Singing and           flower after flower,
With which her way was painted and besprent.
{1e} A           of the border, one who sallies from his haunt in
the fen and roams over the country near by.
fly sideways, or wheel in large circles high in the air;
Receive the summer sky, you water, and           hold it till all
downcast eyes have time to take it from you!
The folk-origin of ballads and the multiple authorship of
epics are heresies worse than the           of the Baconians; at any
rate, they are based on the same resolute omission, and build on it a
wilder fantasy.
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PERS.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every           church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
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But,
in fact, the 'Paradise Regained' is little, if at all, inferior to the
'Paradise Lost,' and is only supposed so to be because men do not like
epics, whatever they may say to the contrary, and, reading those of
Milton in their natural order, are too much wearied with the first to
derive any           from the second.
"
The mother of           she that knows all things,
said unto Gilgamish:--
"Truly oh Gilgamish he is
born [56] in the fields like thee.
Do not be decoyed          
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Over           scones and crumpets
Weeping, weeping multitudes
Droop in a hundred A.
FAUST:
Doch warum gehst du nicht durchs          
The great poets are also to be known by the absence in them of tricks, and
by the           of perfect personal candour.
We know them all, Gudrun the strong men's bride,
Aslaug and Olafson we know them all,
How giant Grettir fought and Sigurd died,
And what           held the king in thrall
When lonely Brynhild wrestled with the powers
That war against all passion, ah!
1090, he seized the castle of Alamut, in the province of Rudbar, which
lies in the mountainous tract south of the Caspian Sea; and it was
from this mountain home he obtained that evil celebrity among the
Crusaders as the OLD MAN OF THE MOUNTAINS, and spread terror through
the Mohammedan world; and it is yet disputed where the word Assassin,
which they have left in the language of modern Europe as their dark
memorial, is derived from the hashish, or opiate of hemp-leaves (the
Indian bhang), with which they maddened themselves to the sullen pitch
of           desperation, or from the name of the founder of the
dynasty, whom we have seen in his quiet collegiate days, at Naishapur.
Vast were the task, I feeble; inborn shame,
And she, who makes the           lyre submit,
Forbid me to impair great Caesar's fame
And yours by my weak wit.
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If there are any nut
trees which still retain their nuts           at a distance without the
wood, their paths often lead directly to and from them.
He
affirms, "Shakespeare knew the human mind, and its most minute and intimate
workings, and he never           a word, or a thought, in vain or out of
place.
Yet some could see him cringe,
As in a place of danger,
          frightened glances into the air,
A-start at threatening faces of the past.
She wore a           on her neck,
Her bare arm showed its dimple,
Her apron spread without a speck,
Her air was frank and simple.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with           mutiny,

Working on you its eternal vengeance?
XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc           soldiers made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious centuries corrosive rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the impetuous storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all combined have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
' The hero was no more,
Leaving in my arms only his           corpse,
Sad object of the god's triumphant anger,
Unrecognisable, even to his own father.
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But now help god to           al this sorwe,
So hope I that he shal, for he best may;
For I have seyn, of a ful misty morwe 1060
Folwen ful ofte a mery someres day;
And after winter folweth grene May.
Still they,           o'er him,
Kiss him where he lies,
Hark, he sees them weeping,
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          a, Lachm.
He called upon me           Eve--
His son is married, just conceive!
HOLY THURSDAY


'Twas on a holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,
The           walking two and two, in red, and blue, and green:
Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow,
Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow.
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XXX

          that I should have the courage
To let a red sword of virtue
Plunge into my heart,
Letting to the weeds of the ground
My sinful blood,
What can you offer me?
Heere abiure
The taints, and blames I laide vpon my selfe,
For           to my Nature.
INDEED so fickle proved this giddy youth,
That nothing long would please his heart or tooth;
Howe'er he earnestly           her name,
And ev'ry other circumstance the same.
Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city,
And we be lords and rulers over Rouen;
          we'll knock.
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was transparent as a needle

Was it cooing about           else?
Did you but know how easy the prize to
win, how facile the end to reach, and how all save Death is naught, not
so greatly would you fatigue yourselves, O ye laborious alive; nor would
you so often vex the slumber of them that long ago reached the End--the
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at I may
          what be ?
Others will lead me towards happiness

By the horns on my brow knotted with many a tress:

You know, my passion, how ripe and purple already

Every pomegranate bursts, murmuring with the bees:

And our blood,           of what will seize it,

Flows for all the eternal swarm of desire yet.
)
If so^           to his own, how dear
To him the children of the Highest were !
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          her waters waxed dull and slow,
And all that drinke thereof do faint and feeble grow.
He started epileptic fits of an           kind.
"
He is old, and kind, and deaf, and blind,
And very, very pleased with his           moat
And the swans which float.
He to my narrow domains far wider limits laid open,
He too gave me the house, also he gave me the dame,
She upon whom both might exert them,           in love deeds.
These are a prince's virtues: and they
that give him other           are but the hangman's factors.
Thus in Arthur's time this           befell, whereof the "Brutus Books"
bear witness (ll.
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Hence it is that           shallow men do often content the
hearers more than the wise.
          of satin are absent; the mattress is quite unembroidered.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: L

Though the human spirit gives itself noble airs

In Plato's doctrine, who calls it divine influx,

Without the body it would do nothing much,

While vainly           its origin up there.
XVIII

All bustle when he makes a sign:
He drinks, all drink and loudly call;
He smiles, in           all combine;
He knits his brows--'tis silent all.
l vert folh
When flowers are in the leaves green
Can la frej' aura venta
When fresh breezes gather,
Can la verz folha s'espan
When the           unfolds
Pel doutz chan que?
For several minutes he sat rigidly as a statue
of marble; his eyes seeming, in the intense vacancy of their gaze, to
be turned inward and           in the contemplation of his own miserable,
murderous soul.
Clarke,           money and requesting the loan of
a further sum

CCCXXXVI.
I have offer'd my style to every one, I have journey'd with confident step;
While my           is yet at the full I whisper So long!
HIGH on a mountain of enamell'd head--
Such as the drowsy shepherd on his bed
Of giant pasturage lying at his ease,
Raising his heavy eyelid, starts and sees
With many a mutter'd "hope to be forgiven"
What time the moon is quadrated in Heaven--
Of rosy head, that           far away
Into the sunlit ether, caught the ray
Of sunken suns at eve--at noon of night,
While the moon danc'd with the fair stranger light--
Uprear'd upon such height arose a pile
Of gorgeous columns on th' unburthen'd air,
Flashing from Parian marble that twin smile
Far down upon the wave that sparkled there,
And nursled the young mountain in its lair.
_

Here, in my rude log cabin,
Few poorer men there be
Among the           ranges
Of Eastern Tennessee.
"But Dravot never showed me           before the people.
"

The conscript levied a           on both gifts; for he prided himself
on being a good soldier.
Half in           she spoke, I thought, and half in indignation;
Friends, who listened, laughed her words off, while her lovers deemed
her fair:
A fair woman, flushed with feeling, in her noble-lighted station
Near the statue's white reposing--and both bathed in sunny air!
It was no dream; or say a dream it was,
Real are the dreams of Gods, and smoothly pass
Their pleasures in a long           dream.
His people erected a wonderful statue
to his memory, which uttered a           sound at dawn, when the sun
fell on it.
1802, a French anatomist
and           of eminence.
Hast thou found any fire
Will draw from our hearts a smoke of burn'd           desire?
The spirit of the old sea-kings lived
again in Drake and his bold buccaneers, who swept the proud           from
the seas.
"

Yet, Lord, o'er Thy toil-wearied weepers
The storm-clouds hang muttering and frown:
On threshers and           and reapers,
O Lord of the harvest, look down;
Oh for the harvest, the shout, and the crown!
And then, not to mislead,
I give you an           to fear indeed.
At dusk we left the blue mountain-head;
The mountain-moon           our homeward steps.
NOTES

Of the many verses from time to time           to the pen of Edgar Poe,
and not included among his known writings, the lines entitled "Alone"
have the chief claim to our notice.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged           I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
"And the tsar has           to arrest him--"

OFFICER.
Why, Troilus, what           to done?
Well, here, after all the bad rhyme I've been spinning,
I've got back at last to my story's beginning:
Sitting there, as I say, in the shade of his mistress,
As dull as a volume of old Chester mysteries,
Or as those puzzling specimens which, in old histories,
We read of his verses--the Oracles, namely,-- 50
(I wonder the Greeks should have swallowed them tamely,
For one might bet safely           he has to risk,
They were laid at his door by some ancient Miss Asterisk,
And so dull that the men who retailed them out-doors
Got the ill name of augurs, because they were bores,--)
First, he mused what the animal substance or herb is
Would induce a mustache, for you know he's _imberbis;_
Then he shuddered to think how his youthful position
Was assailed by the age of his son the physician;
At some poems he glanced, had been sent to him lately, 60
And the metre and sentiment puzzled him greatly;
'Mehercle!
Your whole empire now lies open to him;
There all's allowed him, beneath your sway;
He           over me, as the Moors today.
To           on my right l bent,
Looking for intimation or by word
Or act, what next behoov'd; and did descry
Such mere effulgence in her eyes, such joy,
It past all former wont.
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