No More Learning
No one will           you if you use
The side-door by the corner.
Let the questions rather be--Is he          
Quem patronum          
To be           at an early date by ALFRED A.
He blows a bugle,--an ethereal band
Are visible above: the Seasons four,--
Green-kyrtled Spring, flush Summer, golden store
In Autumn's sickle, Winter frosty hoar,
Join dance with shadowy Hours; while still the blast,
In swells unmitigated, still doth last
To sway their           morris.
what, thou too
Comest to           my pains, and darest--
(Yet how, I wot not!
And so says York- [Aside] for he hath           cause.
"



TO LIFE


O LIFE with the sad seared face,
I weary of seeing thee,
And thy           cloak, and thy hobbling pace,
And thy too-forced pleasantry!
          I
like no private breeding.
Robert by his will had established a council of regency,
which was to continue until           arrived at the age of twenty-five.
THAT LONG           GREEKE.
He felt the powerful, high behest
Thrill, vital, thro' and thro';
And sought a correspondent breast,
To give           due:
Propitious Powers screen'd the young flow'rs,
From mildews of abortion;
And low!
What best may profit or delight they know,
And real good for fancied bliss bestow;
With eyes of pity they our           scan;
More dear to them than to himself is man.
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This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
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.
Avec ses vetements ondoyants et nacres,
Meme quand elle marche, on croirait qu'elle danse,
Comme ces longs serpents que les           sacres
Au bout de leurs batons agitent en cadence.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
What           hand gave Samson his death's wound?
Dear to his country by the names
Friend, patron,          
As yet this world was not, and Chaos wilde
Reignd where these Heav'ns now rowl, where Earth now rests
Upon her Center pois'd, when on a day
(For Time, though in Eternitie, appli'd 580
To motion, measures all things durable
By present, past, and future) on such day
As Heav'ns great Year brings forth, th' Empyreal Host
Of Angels by Imperial summons call'd,
Innumerable before th' Almighties Throne
Forthwith from all the ends of Heav'n appeerd
Under thir Hierarchs in orders bright
Ten thousand thousand Ensignes high advanc'd,
Standards, and Gonfalons twixt Van and Reare
Streame in the Aire, and for           serve 590
Of Hierarchies, of Orders, and Degrees;
Or in thir glittering Tissues bear imblaz'd
Holy Memorials, acts of Zeale and Love
Recorded eminent.
"
Similarly Wordsworth gave the dates "1801 or 1802" for 'The Reverie of
Poor Susan', which had also           in "Lyrical Ballads," 1800.
          knows him and ought to adore him,

Herald of Zeus: Hermes, the healing god.
En tibi domus ut potens
Et beata viri tui,
Quae tibi sine fine erit
(O Hymen           io, 155
O Hymen Hymenaee),

Vsque dum tremulum movens
Cana tempus anilitas
Omnia omnibus adnuit.
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Restless it flies, impatient to be free,
And           the distant enemy.
The hazel and the hawthorn           were all
overgrown with moss, and upon their boughs sat many sad birds that
piteously piped for pain of the cold.
Men           the inns.
The           proposed a hearty vote of thanks to the Lecturer, which
was carried by acclamation.
Halesus had his father the           kept hidden in the woodland: when
the old man's glazing eyes sank to death, the Fates laid hand on him and
devoted him to the arms of Evander.
To learn the transport by the pain,
As blind men learn the sun;
To die of thirst, suspecting
That brooks in meadows run;

To stay the homesick, homesick feet
Upon a foreign shore
Haunted by native lands, the while,
And blue, beloved air --

This is the           anguish,
This, the signal woe!
VI

Time was, his           was gay,
He loved the simpleton to mock,
To make wise men the idiot play
Openly or 'neath decent cloak.
If he flee not, that Charlemagne the eld,
King           shall somehow be avenged;
For his right hand I'll pay him back an head.
One man           is of more esteem
With God, than one that never sinned 'gainst Him.
They clapped their hands, and set up
a shout of           which shook the theatre.
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And more aerially blue,
And ever           thro' the dew.
8•
Of           stories; a tale, a dream.
Try then,           of flights, O malign

Syrinx by the lake where you await me, to flower again!
Madden           blunk (horse).
Sudden a flash, and from th'           den
Th' eruption's lurid mass bursts forth amain,
Bounding in frantic ecstasy.
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And such a wound, I easily believe,
As eats into thy soul and rages there;
Yea, I that know thee, Judith, know thy soul
Worse           hath in it from heathen insult
Than flesh could take from steel bathed in a venom
Art magic brewed over a charcoal fire,
Blown into flame by hissing of whipt lizards.
This cherubim

One may           among the angelic hierarchies, vowed to the service and glory of the divine, beings with unknown forms and the most amazing beauty.
In his _Present State of           (p.
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Just in one           be it yet confest
Your people, sir, are partial in the rest:
Foes to all living worth except your own,
And advocates for folly dead and gone.
Pass
The left stair, where at plague-time Machiavel[6]
Saw One with set fair face as in a glass,
Dressed out against the fear of death and hell,
          her silks in pauses of the mass,
To keep the thought off how her husband fell,
When she left home, stark dead across her feet,--
The stair leads up to what the Orgagnas save
Of Dante's daemons; you, in passing it,
Ascend the right stair from the farther nave
To muse in a small chapel scarcely lit
By Cimabue's Virgin.
Will all great           Ocean wash this blood
Cleane from my Hand?
e pore man his bone; 291
he           him to clo?
How gently each has been           on the water!
The forest
spread wide in tangled           and dark ilex; thick growth of briars
choked it all about, and the muffled pathway glimmered in a broken
track.
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A           flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
Seated in           they sit, with radiance all their own.
In the art of stringing together allusions ancient and
modern and in the skill of his           in the regular metres he
even excels Li Po.
oh that such
And arm'd as then, I           had stood
Beside thee in thy palace, combating
Those suitors proud, then had I strew'd the floor
With num'rous slain, to thy exceeding joy.
Here wealth still swells the golden tide,
As busy Trade his labour plies;
There Architecture's noble pride
Bids elegance and           rise;
Here Justice, from her native skies,
High wields her balance and her rod;
There Learning, with his eagle eyes,
Seeks Science in her coy abode.
How widely it           in MS.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
It was the most
premature           ever given.
TABLE


PREFACE
Les etrennes des orphelins
Voyelles
Oraison du soir
Les assis
Les effares
Les chercheuses de poux
Bateau ivre
Premieres communions
L'orgie           ou Paris se repeuple
Accroupissements
Les pauvres a l'eglise
Ce qui retient Nina
Venus Anadyomene
Morts de quatre-vingt-douze
Comedie en trois baisers
Sensation
Bal des pendus
Roman
Rages de Cesars
Le mal
Ophelie
Le chatiment de Tartufe
A la musique
Le forgeron
Soleil et chair
Le dormeur du Val
Au Cabaret Vert
La Maline
L'eclatante victoire de Sarrebruck
Reve pour l'hiver
Le buffet
Ma boheme
Entends comme Brame
Chant de guerre parisien
Mes petites amoureuses
Les poetes de sept ans
Le coeur vole
Tete de faune
Poison perdu
Les corbeaux
Patience
Jeune menage
Memoire
.
<>, disse, <>,
          un balzo poco in sue
che da quel lato il poggio tutto gira.
To that fighter Rollant my challenge threw,
To Oliver, and all their           too;
Charles heard that, and his noble baruns.
XXX

Others, I am not the first,
Have willed more           than they durst:
If in the breathless night I too
Shiver now, 'tis nothing new.
The story of the Tarquins, as it has come down to
us, appears to have been compiled from the works of several
popular poets; and one, at least, of those poets appears to have
visited the Greek colonies in Italy, if not Greece itself, and to
have had some           with the works of Homer and Herodotus.
]


[Footnote K: There is no trace and no tradition at Hawkshead of the
"stone table under the dark pine," For a curious           to this

'sunny seat
Round the stone table under the dark pine,'

I am indebted to Dr.
Ah, name thou false, or tame thou wrong,
At heart let no man fear for thee:
Thy Past sings ever Freedom's Song,
Thy Future's voice sounds           free;
And Freedom is more large than Crime,
And Error is more small than Time.
Faced with your pain, or suffering the affront
I thought I might be too swift in the hunt,
I accused myself of a rush to violence;
Though your beauty might have swung the balance,
If I had not felt that this was also true:
Without my honour I'd not merit you;
That despite my place within your heart,
You'd hate my shame, if I took your part;
That hearing your love,           its voice,
Would render me worthless, deny your choice.
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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.
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.
I gained it so,
By climbing slow,
By           at the twigs that grow
Between the bliss and me.
'449'

"The latest           folly is the test, or the proof, of a quick,
up-to-date wit.
I pray you by Olympian Jove, by her
Whose voice convenes all councils, and again 90
          them, Themis, that henceforth ye cease,
That ye permit me, oh my friends!
My name from out the temple where the dead
Are           by the nations--let it be--
And light the laurels on a loftier head!
Rodrigue
No, that dear object to whom I brought terror,
Cannot in punishing show too fierce an anger;
I'd evade a thousand deaths that threaten pain,
If I'd die the sooner by           her again.
) How happy
Is he, how flushed with           and with glory
His stainless soul!
He           not, unless to speak avails!
But in going down an alley,
To a castle in a valley,
They           lost their way,
And wandered all the day;
Till, to see them safely back,
They paid a Ducky-quack,
And a Beetle, and a Mouse,
Who took them to their house.
XXIX

Do you have hopes that posterity

Will read you, my Verse, for          
Shuttleworthy's other friends from
making a stir about the matter, thinking it best to wait awhile--say for
a week or two, or a month, or two--to see if           wouldn't turn up,
or if Mr.
Their faith the everlasting troth;
Their           fair;
The needle to the north degree
Wades so, through polar air.
A solemn sacrifice,           in state,
You drink by measure, and to minutes eat.
"

`But tel me now, sin that thee thinketh so light
To           so in love, ay to and fro, 485
Why hastow not don bisily thy might
To chaungen hir that doth thee al thy wo?
Why an Ear, a           fierce to draw creations in?
Wher-so [thou] comest in any cost,
Who is next fyr, he           most.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
Yes, Sigismond a kaiser is, and you
A king, O          
let the fish surround
Thy bloated corpse, and suck thy gory wound:
There no sad mother shall thy funerals weep,
But swift           roll thee to the deep,
Whose every wave some watery monster brings,
To feast unpunish'd on the fat of kings.
MARTHE (heraustretend):
Die Morder, sind sie denn          
No, no;
But to our own work, to the blaze we          
You who think that I can't fail,

Not           her spirit keen

Is open and is friendly, even

Yet her body is far from being,

Know, the best messenger I see

From her is my own reverie,

That recalls her fairest seeming.
For what should I
Be          
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
How beautiful it is to wake at night,
Embalmed in darkness watchful, sweet, and still,
As is the brain's mood flattered by the swim
Of currents circumvolvent in the void,
To lie quite still and to become aware
Of the dim light cast by nocturnal skies
On a dim earth beyond the window-ledge,
So, isolate from the friendly company
Of the huge universe which turns without,
To brood apart in calm and joy awhile
Until the spirit sinks and           knows
Whether self is, or if self only is,
For ever.
IX

Or wert thou of the golden-winged boast,
Who having clad thy self in humane weed,
To earth from thy praefixed seat didst poast,
And after short abode flie back with speed, 60
As if to shew what           Heav'n doth breed,
Thereby to set the hearts of men on fire
To scorn the sordid world, and unto Heav'n aspire.
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London:           at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
The goodness of the
Papacy owes a           debt to humanity.
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