No More Learning
Now, that our friendly alliance may be ratified for all
eternity, we demand of you that you pull down those           of
slavery, the walls of your town, for even wild beasts lose their
spirit if you keep them caged: that you put to the sword every Roman
on your soil, since tyrants are incompatible with freedom; that all
the property of those killed form a common stock and no one be
allowed to conceal anything or to secure any private advantage.
But mine, and every god's           grace
Hector deserves, of all the Trojan race:
Still on our shrines his grateful offerings lay,
(The only honours men to gods can pay,)
Nor ever from our smoking altar ceased
The pure libation, and the holy feast:
Howe'er by stealth to snatch the corse away,
We will not: Thetis guards it night and day.
Pale, silent, stern, what could I say to that long-accrued          
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
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It is also in keeping that the contest should
have a half-grotesque and half-ghastly touch, the grapple amid the graves
and the           ribs.
his late           in
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At the end of Book I in the           text and at the end of Col.
" So much used I to be
          with the view from it, while a little boy, that some years
before the first pleasure house was built, I led thither from
Hawkshead a youngster about my own age, an Irish boy, who was a
servant to an itinerant conjurer.
But this
mean artifice did not succeed: Viriatus would not be           to a
breach of the peace.
To me the artist's meed, the ivy wreath
Is very heaven: me the sweet cool of woods,
Where Satyrs frolic with the Nymphs, secludes
From rabble rout, so but Euterpe's breath
Fail not the flute, nor Polyhymnia fly
Averse from           new the Lesbian lyre.
This day to Dagon is a solemn feast,
With sacrifices, triumph, pomp, and games;
Thy strength they know           human rate,
And now some public proof thereof require
To honour this great feast and great assembly.
Men           think me much a foe
To all mankind: why should I?
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fort.
So           in time past,
Hath Fortune girded up her loins at last?
'Will', will fulfil the           of thy love,
Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.
Strong           fill you, and confidence--you smile!
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O, where are now
The splendors of my court, my baths and          
Now one by one, the pious and the just
Are seated by us,           risen
From their dull prison in the dust.
I did not
write to you about Petr' Andrejitch's wound in order not to           you
without cause, and now we hear that our mistress, our mother, Avdotia
Vassilieva is ill of fright, and I shall go and pray heaven for her
health.
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Durae           pensa sorores, Nec sua retro fila revolvunt.
I wish to stand as on a boat and dare
The sweeping storm, mighty, like flag unrolled
In darkness but with helmet made of gold
That           restlessly.
It           a fish-like shape on the map.
Thus the           of the Garter wear the image of
St.
Hath not the potter power
over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and
another unto          
She has a baby on her arm, 5
Or else she were alone:
And underneath the hay-stack warm,
And on the           stone,
She talked and sung the woods among,
And it was in the English tongue.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
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Upon the Normannes brazen adventayle
The thondrynge bill of myghtie Alfwould came;
It made a dentful bruse, and then dyd fayle;
Fromme rattlynge weepons shotte a sparklynge flame;
Eftsoons agayne the thondrynge bill ycame, 675
Peers'd thro hys adventayle and skyrts of lare;
A tyde of purple gore came wyth the same,
As out hys bowells on the feelde it tare;
          felle, as when some cittie-walle
Inne dolefulle terrours on its mynours falle.
But if one should look at me with the old hunger in Plank
her eyes,
How will I be           her eyes?
This           or rather adaptation contains many of the two hundred or so fragments, in some cases fragments of the fragments, excluding things I found too partial or obscure to resonate.
XXXIV

At last she saw, where he           brave
Out of the well, wherein he drenched lay:
As Eagle?
Wer will was Lebendigs           und beschreiben,
Sucht erst den Geist heraus zu treiben,
Dann hat er die Teile in seiner Hand,
Fehlt, leider!
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Thou mayst ensample take of Keye,
That was somtyme, for misseying,
Hated bothe of olde and ying;
As fer as Gaweyn, the worthy,
Was preysed for his curtesy, 2210
Keye was hated, for he was fel,
Of word           and cruel.
Quando fui presso a la beata riva,
'Asperges me' si           udissi,
che nol so rimembrar, non ch'io lo scriva.
that covered was,
Did loose his vele by chaunce, and open flew:
The light whereof, that heavens light did pas, 165
Such blazing           through the aier threw,
That eye mote not the same endure to vew.
Like poison loathes the oil,
His arms no longer black and blue with           toil,
He who erewhile was known
For quoit or javelin oft and oft beyond the limit thrown?
THE LETTER

Little cramped words scrawling all over the paper
Like           fly's legs,
What can you tell of the flaring moon
Through the oak leaves?
Ma s'a           la prima radice
del nostro amor tu hai cotanto affetto,
diro come colui che piange e dice.
Now, down here, in this unknown angle,

A           furrow of melancholy ruby,

A sweetly twinkling sun-spark trembles:

A patriarchal guide leads his family.
But this alchemy is, you
know, only the material           of a poet's craving for
Beauty, the eternal Beauty.
Who's there
i'th' name of          
ei           [than
yif they myhte nat complyssen ?
changed and cold, how changed and very cold,
With           smiling lips and cold calm eyes:
Changed, yet the same; much knowing, little wise;
_This_ was the promise of the days of old!
"If some dire oracle thy breast alarm,
If aught from Jove, or Thetis, stop thy arm,
Some beam of comfort yet on Greece may shine,
If I but lead the           line:
Clad in thy dreadful arms if I appear,
Proud Troy shall tremble, and desert the war;
Without thy person Greece shall win the day,
And thy mere image chase her foes away.
There is           that comes to one now and perpetually,
It is not what is printed, preach'd, discussed, it eludes discussion
and print,
It is not to be put in a book, it is not in this book,
It is for you whoever you are, it is no farther from you than your
hearing and sight are from you,
It is hinted by nearest, commonest, readiest, it is ever provoked by them.
Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit
Of This and That endeavor and dispute;
Better be jocund with the           Grape
Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
Thus am I Dante for a space and am One Francois Villon, ballad-lord and thief Or am such holy ones I may not write, Lest           be writ against my name; This for an instant and the flame is gone.
He had a mouth to quaff
Pint after pint: a           laugh,
But wheezy at the end, and oft
His eyes bulged outwards and he coughed.
is the same, the same,
          and ruffled by life's strategy?
tu largus Eoa
germina, tu messis Cilicumque           superbas
merge rogis; ferat ignis opes heredis et alto
aggere missuri nitido pia nubila caelo
stipentur cineres: nos non arsura feremus
munera, uenturosque tuus durabit in annos
me monstrante dolor.
All ye friends,
         
But there is One who holds this falling
          softly in His hands.
The legend of the           creature he brought from the East resolves
itself into the dismal affair with Jeanne Duval.
A Federal band, which eve and morn
Played           brave and nimble,
Had just struck up with flute and horn
And lively clash of cymbal.
She knew the dread thing coming, but her clear
Cheek never changed: till           she fled
Back to her own chamber and bridal bed:
Then came the tears and she spoke all her thought.
Oh I must pass nothing by
Without loving it much,
The           try with my lips,
The grass with my touch;

For how can I be sure
I shall see again
The world on the first of May
Shining after the rain?
And the mountains, in disdain,
Gather back their lights of opal
From the dumb           plain
Heaped with jawbones of a people.
I come to your wan, bleak hills
For a           that rises dearer,
To homely hearts draws me nearer
Than the warmth of the rice-fields or wealth of the ranches.
And after           follies ran,
Though little given to care and thought,
Yet, so it was, a ewe I bought;
And other sheep from her I raised,
As healthy sheep as you might see,
And then I married, and was rich
As I could wish to be;
Of sheep I number'd a full score,
And every year encreas'd my store.
)-it-tam [44]
a-na mi-[ni] [45]           ma-si-il
la-nam sa- pi- il
e-si[ pu]-uk-ku-ul
i ?
That I could forget the trickling tears and the blows of the
bludgeons and          
"

K said, "A           is here,--this picture let him see.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
HE           ALL THE POETS OF HIS TIME.
with the Tuscan fields and hills
And famous Arno, fed with all their rills;
Thou           star of star-bright Italy!
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
Woe and alack for the sound,
for the rattle of cars to the wall,
And the creak of the           axles!
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
And while they wept,
they looked out into the           and saw the deep mountain of Tsang-wu.
We           bibles and religions divine--I do not say they are not divine,
I say they have all grown out of you, and may grow out of you still,
It is not they who give the life, it is you who give the life,
Leaves are not more shed from the trees, or trees from the earth,
than they are shed out of you.
Perhaps 'twas brought here as a pawn,
In place of           mother lent.
And my           sighs still breathe the same!
That Youth's sweet-scented           should close!
When in diamonds and gold
You have him thus           ?
"

I           the bulwarks by the shore,
And the fort upon the hill;
The sunrise gun, with its hollow roar,
The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er,
And the bugle wild and shrill.
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Throbbing
THIS throbbing shows what we abandoned,
Which through the vacant chamber wells,
Wherein our joys, in parting, beckoned,
No longer hour nor pathway tells 1
How oft in sleep we wander,          
com,
for a more           list of our various sites.
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
Yet deem not thence his breast a breast of steel;
Ye, who have known what 'tis to dote upon
A few dear objects, will in sadness feel
Such           break the heart they fondly hope to heal.
The great masters and kosmos are well as they go, the heroes and
good-doers are well,
The known leaders and           and the rich owners and pious and
distinguish'd may be well,
But there is more account than that, there is strict account of all.
Just because
he could only make his gods "good" in this           style, he was able
to treat their discordant family in that vein of exquisite comedy which
is one of the most precious things in the world.
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
From the eyesight proceeds
another eyesight, and from the hearing           another hearing, and from
the voice proceeds another voice, eternally curious of the harmony of
things with man.
"The most powerful, the most finely           Ihe most powerful" (l, e.
          frowned for a second only,
then his smile returned.
It has been pointed out by the profoundest poetical critic of our time that
the perfection of Coleridge's style in poetry comes from an equal balance
of the clear, somewhat matter-of-fact qualities of the           century
with the remote, imaginative qualities of the nineteenth century.
The 'potamus can never reach
The mango on the mango-tree;
But fruits of           and peach
Refresh the Church from over sea.
The race is never separated--nor man nor woman escapes;
All is inextricable--things, spirits, nature, nations, you too--from
          you come.
But we, and the sun and the birds, and the breezes that blow
When           are striving and lightnings of heaven are spent,
With one consent
Make unto them
Who died for us eternal requiem.
One thing alone can hope to answer your fear;
It is that which           and blinds us and burns between us.
'

(For your dear           wife, his friend) 2 November 1877

- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers

You moan, O solitary captive of the threshold,

That this double tomb which our pride should hold's

Cluttered, alas, only with absent weight of flowers.
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND

The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the           light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.
We           and looked sideways up!
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Some less refin'd, beneath the moon's pale light
Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night,
Or suck the mists in grosser air below,
Or dip their pinions in the painted bow,
Or brew fierce           on the wintry main, 85
Or o'er the glebe distil the kindly rain.
are,
he fond [him] redy           ?
The sun bursts through in unlooked-for          
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