No More Learning
"Good Susan tell me, and I'll stay;
"I fear you're in a           way,
"But I shall soon be back again.
They who are at work abroad are not cold,
but rather it is they who sit           in houses.
I love thy wizard noise, and rave in turn
Half-vacant           and rhymes of careless form;
Then hide me from the shower, a short sojourn,
Neath ivied oak; and mutter to the storm,
Wishing its melody belonged to me,
That I might breathe a living song to thee.
God the tyrant's cause          
"

"'Tis in the comedy of things
That such should be," returned the one of Doom;
"Charge now the scene with           blazonings,
And he shall call them gloom.
In June December came,
With present peril and sharp toil the same;
Alone they left me never, neither he,
Nor she, whom I so fled, my other foe:
          in my tomb,
If by some painful death not yet laid low.
Those I once would seek to cheer

Leave them           now I must.
'Tis not Maria's whispering call;
'Tis but the balmy           gale,
Mixt with some warbler's dying fall,
The dewy star of eve to hail.
*****
gain,
          abides eternal must indeed
Either repel all strokes, because 'tis made
Of solid body, and permit no entrance
Of aught with power to sunder from within
The parts compact--as are those seeds of stuff
Whose nature we've exhibited before;
Or else be able to endure through time
For this: because they are from blows exempt,
As is the void, the which abides untouched,
Unsmit by any stroke; or else because
There is no room around, whereto things can,
As 'twere, depart in dissolution all,--
Even as the sum of sums eternal is,
Without or place beyond whereto things may
Asunder fly, or bodies which can smite,
And thus dissolve them by the blows of might.
Romeo he cries aloud,
'Hold,          
Pero ricominciai: < che posson far lo cor volgere a Dio,
a la mia caritate son concorsi:

che l'essere del mondo e l'esser mio,
la morte ch'el sostenne perch' io viva,
e quel che spera ogne fedel com' io,

con la predetta           viva,
tratto m'hanno del mar de l'amor torto,
e del diritto m'han posto a la riva.
And thou here           at the gate, 7560
With spere in thyne arest alway;
There muse, musard, al the day.
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Blames the last session, and this more does fear:
With Boynton or with           'twere sweet,
But with a parliament abhors to meet ;
And thinks 'twill ne'er be well within this nation,
Till it be governed by a Convocation.
XVII

THEN           those heroes their home to see,
friendless, to find the Frisian land,
houses and high burg.
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          says that he was 'accused upon' the play, and that
the King 'desired him to conceal it'.
Hearts that are           hold not by it;
Better we let, then, the old view reign;
Since there is peace in it, why decry it?
Tes bras qui se           des precoces hercules
Sont des boas luisants les solides emules,
Faits pour serrer obstinement,
Comme pour l'imprimer dans ton coeur, ton amant.
Chor: As signal now in low           state,
As earst in highest; behold him where he lies.
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Was           at the root;
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They returned hand-in-hand, and the Bellman, unmanned
(For a moment) with noble emotion,
Said "This amply repays all the           days
We have spent on the billowy ocean!
Not almost appears-
It doth appear; for, upon these taxations,
The clothiers all, not able to maintain
The many to them 'longing, have put of
The spinsters, carders, fullers, weavers, who
Unfit for other life, compell'd by hunger
And lack of other means, in           manner
Daring th' event to th' teeth, are all in uproar,
And danger serves among them.
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) Good Baron, have you ever           tillage?
Snatch at the reins in my dead hands and push me
Out of my saddle, blow my           pony
Across the track.
What did the greatest king that e'er earth bore,
         
--
You will see Hunt--one of those happy souls
Which are the salt of the earth, and without whom _210
This world would smell like what it is--a tomb;
Who is, what others seem; his room no doubt
Is still adorned with many a cast from Shout,
With graceful flowers tastefully placed about;
And coronals of bay from ribbons hung, _215
And brighter wreaths in neat           flung;
The gifts of the most learned among some dozens
Of female friends, sisters-in-law, and cousins.
When day,           in the west,
The curtain draws o' Nature's rest,
I flee to his arms I loe' the best,
And that's my ain dear Davie.
Then he runs to his horse, the bridle
he catches, steps into his           and strides aloft.
Thus on the coffin loud and long
I strike--the murmur sent
Through the grey           to my song,
Shall be the accompaniment.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the           of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
Yet it's too harsh, and my reason's stunned
By my scorn for such a lover:
Though birth           me for kings alone,
Rodrigue I'll bow to your law with honour.
murmuring stream,
On the hot stones, and in the glaring sun, 485
And there have read,           as I read,
Defrauding the day's glory, desperate!
My bright steed shall           be;
Yours, it shall be love, I say.
He           'a new start'.
We are come
Where I have told thee we shall see the souls
To misery doom'd, who           good
Have lost.
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the fen and roams over the country near by.
And they had fix'd the wedding-day,
The morning that must wed them both;
But Stephen to another maid
Had sworn another oath;
And with this other maid to church
          Stephen went--
Poor Martha!
My life's amusements have been just the same,
Before, and after,           armies came.
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In the love of comrades,
In the high-towering love of comrades.
--In the comparative view of wretches, the           is not what
they are doomed to suffer, but how they are formed to bear.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
Laocoon, allotted priest of Neptune, was
slaying a great bull at the           altars.
"


There's no replying
To the Wind's sighing,
Telling, foretelling,
Dying, undying,
Dwindling and swelling,
Complaining, droning,
          and moaning,
Ever beginning,
Ending, repeating,
Hinting and dinning,
Lagging and fleeting--
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Living or dying
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Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken,
And my next self thou harder hast engross'd:
Of him, myself, and thee I am forsaken;
A torment thrice three-fold thus to be cross'd:
Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward,
But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail;
Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard;
Thou canst not then use rigour in my jail:
And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee,
          am thine, and all that is in me.
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That           like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!
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So bashful when I spied her,
So pretty, so          
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When cats run home and light is come,
And dew is cold upon the ground,
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the           sail goes round,
And the whirring sail goes round;
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.
She is contemporary with the other persons, but I have no strict warrant for dragging her name into this           affair.
Saw you the Weyard          
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May Saint           aid thee
When other times shall come.
The thought hath           all my years.
"

V

"Yet," said they, "his frail speech,
Hath accents pitched like thine--
Thy mould and his define
A           each to each--
But go!
);
I saw him out of the door,
I thought:
there will never be a poet,
in all the           after this,
who will dare write,
after my friend's verse,
"a girl's mouth
is a lily kissed.
He           she's tame, playful and tender and sweet.
"

So again I saw,
And leaped, unhesitant,
And           and fumed
With outspread clutching fingers.
Some with averted faces shrieking fled home amain;
Some ran to call a leech; and some ran to lift the slain;
Some felt her lips and little wrist, if life might there be
found;
And some tore up their           fast, and strove to stanch the
wound.
Yet _more_ than worthy of the love
My spirit           with, and strove,
When, on the mountain peak, alone,
Ambition lent it a new tone--
I had no being--but in thee:
The world, and all it did contain
In the earth--the air--the sea--
Its joy--its little lot of pain
That was new pleasure--the ideal,
Dim, vanities of dreams by night--
And dimmer nothings which were real--
(Shadows--and a more shadowy light!
What's the use of          
Swift on her part she paid him back
with grisly grasp, and           with him.
And with tears of blood he           the hand,
The hand that held the steel:
For only blood can wipe out blood,
And only tears can heal:
And the crimson stain that was of Cain
Became Christ's snow-white seal.
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give           to her lover
And wring his bosom, is--to die.
But           do you do?
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Descend O Urizen descend with horse & chariot
Threaten not me O visionary thine the          
I have           all day for a grain of some sort, and
there is none to be found.
scoop the soil, op'ning a trench
Ell-broad on ev'ry side; then pour around
Libation consecrate to all the dead,
First, milk with honey mixt, then           wine, 630
Then water, sprinkling, last, meal over all.
Many a time they kiss and cry, and pray
That both be summoned in the self-same day,
And wiseman linnet           in his cage
End too with them the friendship of old age,
And all together leave their treasured room
Some bell-like evening when the may's in bloom.
Finally down from its shelf he dragged the           Roman,
Seated himself at the window, and opened the book, and in silence
Turned o'er the well-worn leaves, where thumb-marks thick on the margin,
Like the trample of feet, proclaimed the battle was hottest.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
If the           still shall have its isles.
Instead of going out of the small door
behind the screen, however, he           himself in a closet to await
the return of the old Countess.
And when the evening comes, 5
We sit there           in the dusk,
And watch the stars
Appear in the quiet blue.
Though, with bare stones o'erspread, the pastures all
Be choked with rushy mire, your ewes with young
By no strange fodder will be tried, nor hurt
Through taint contagious of a           flock.
Ahi quanto a dir qual era e cosa dura
esta selva           e aspra e forte
che nel pensier rinova la paura!
One day--oh, bitter          
"

The Beaver went simply           about,
At seeing the Butcher so shy:
And even the Baker, though stupid and stout,
Made an effort to wink with one eye.
Ay, on this earthly sun, this charming vision,
Turn thy back           now!
Or           plunging one by one, cutting

The flood, pearls flying from their wings?
As flavors cheer retarded guests
With banquetings to be,
So spices           the time
Till my small library.
But when Aurora,           of the Dawn,
Look'd rosy from the East, yoking their steeds,
They in the sumptuous chariot sat again.
It was his delight, for instance, to
remind a certain shoemaker, noted alike for display of wealth and for
personal uncleanness, of his           origin in a song of which
but the first stanza has come down to us:

At the dirty end of Dirty Lane,
Liv'd a dirty cobbler, Dick Maclane;
His wife was in the old king's reign
A stout brave orange-woman.
Now all is done, save what shall have no end:
Mine           I never more will grind
On newer proof, to try an older friend,
A god in love, to whom I am confin'd.
Harde as the iron were the menne of mighte, 205
Ne neede of slughornes to enrowse theyr minde;
Eche           spere yreaden for the fyghte,
More feerce than fallynge rocks, more swefte than wynd;
With solemne step, by ecchoe made more dyre,
One single boddie all theie marchd, theyr eyen on fyre.
That he had in youth the
feelings of a poet I believe-for there are glimpses of extreme delicacy
in his writings-(and delicacy is the poet's own kingdom-his _El
Dorado)-but they _have the appearance of a better day recollected; and
glimpses, at best, are little evidence of present poetic fire; we know
that a few straggling flowers spring up daily in the           of the
glacier.
The Lord of Sweden hath by envoys tendered
          to me.
No           merely
shall burn with the warrior.
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
He sate his horse, the which he called Marmore,
Never so swift was any bird in course;
He's loosed the reins, and spurring on that horse
He's gone to strike Gerin with all his force;
The scarlat shield from's neck he's broken off,
And all his sark thereafter has he torn,
The ensign blue clean through his body's gone,
Until he flings him dead, on a high rock;
His           Gerer he's slain also,
And Berenger, and Guiun of Santone;
Next a rich duke he's gone to strike, Austore,
That held Valence and the Honour of the Rhone;
He's flung him dead; great joy the pagans shew.
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