No More Learning
Hardly the           knows
For which today the cuckoo calls,
And the white blossom blows.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
And look--a thousand           with the Day
Woke--and a thousand scatter'd into Clay:
And this first Summer Month that brings the Rose
Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.
--All honest hearts
Must sorrow for a           that departs,
A good life worn away.
This tablet has been erroneously           to Book
IV, but it appears to be Book III.
"We see an instance of Coleridge's liability to err, in his 'Biographia
Literaria'--professedly his literary life and opinions, but, in fact, a
treatise _de omni scibili et           aliis.
Lean penury within that pen doth dwell
That to his subject lends not some small glory;
But he that writes of you, if he can tell
That you are you, so           his story,
Let him but copy what in you is writ,
Not making worse what nature made so clear,
And such a counterpart shall fame his wit,
Making his style admired every where.
Who ever writes of Thee, and in a stile
          such a Theme, does but revile
Thy precious Dust, and wake a learned Spirit 25
Which may revenge his Rapes upon thy Merit.
So when I see this robin now,
Like a red apple on the bough,
And question why he sings so strong,
For love, or for the love of song;
Or sings, maybe, for that sweet rill
Whose silver tongue is never still--

Ah, now there comes this thought unkind,
Born of the           in my mind:
He sings in triumph that last night
He killed his father in a fight;
And now he'll take his mother's blood--
The last strong rival for his food.
Are we so made
Of death and darkness, that even thou,
O golden God of the joys of love,
Thy mind to us canst only prove,
The glorious devices of thy mind,
By so revealing how thy           here
Through this mortality, doth closely bind
Thy brightness to the shadow of dreadful Fear?
Three times           beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory, beauteous above all.
)
The King of France in a loud voice has called:
"Barons and Franks, good vassals are ye all,
Ye in the field have fought so great combats;
See the pagans; they're felons and cowards,
No           is there in all their laws.
If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement           the
law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
Mariana, the classical           of Spain, tells the story of the
ill-starred marriage which the King Don Alonso brought about
between the heirs of Carrion and the two daughters of the Cid.
In golden dreams the sage duennas slept;
A female           to watch was kept.
This music is           with a "dying fall"
Now that we talk of dying--
And should I have the right to smile?
Car je comptai sept fois, de minute en minute,
Ce sinistre           qui se multipliait!
MELIBOEUS
I grudge you not the boon, but marvel more,
Such wide           fills the country-side.
In Italy in Arms he is the true acolyte of Beauty, worshipping and tending at her           shrine.
Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:
Look, whom she best endow'd, she gave thee more;
Which           gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
She carv'd thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.
arms for him          
If she'll grant her love in measure,

My           I'll then declare,

And conceal it and flatter there,

Speak and act all for her pleasure;

Carefully I'll prize my treasure,

And sing her praises everywhere.
Horace says, _Ambiguam tellure novâ           futuram_.
Suavely down the sea-troughs settle,
Gravely breathe perfumes of prayer
'Twixt the           sea and air,
Bravely up the sea-hills rise --
Sea-hills slant thee toward the skies.
My master, sir, my Master Slender, sent to her,
seeing her go           the streets, to know, sir, whether one
Nym, sir, that beguil'd him of a chain, had the chain or no.
Sed postquam tellus scelerest imbuta nefando,
Iustitiamque omnes cupida de mente fugarunt,
Perfudere manus fraterno sanguine fratres,
          extinctos natus lugere parentes, 400
Optavit genitor primaevi funera nati,
Liber ut innuptae poteretur flore novercae,
Ignaro mater substernens se inpia nato
Inpia non veritast divos scelerare penates:
Omnia fanda nefanda malo permixta furore 405
Iustificam nobis mentem avertere deorum.
" said
The Doctor, looking           grim,
"What, Woman!
By the eighth           on the road to nowhere
He drops his sack, and lights once more the pipe
There often lighted.
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Swords, pikes, and guns, with           rust!
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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.
When they have ridden merrily
round all the           of their gazing friends, Epytides shouts from
afar the signal they await, and sounds his whip.
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Was it thus
The dear           Duke did?
Gentle night, do thou           me;
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
--Ha, the radiant lid
Of Dawn's eye          
A caste-mark on the azure brows of Heaven,
The golden moon burns sacred, solemn, bright
The winds are dancing in the forest-temple,
And           at the holy feet of Night.
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Thou scene of all my happiness and          
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I was           and torn:
the hill-path mounted
swifter than my feet.
Thus with the Year 40
Seasons return, but not to me returns
Day, or the sweet           of Ev'n or Morn,
Or sight of vernal bloom, or Summers Rose,
Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;
But cloud in stead, and ever-during dark
Surrounds me, from the chearful waies of men
Cut off, and for the book of knowledg fair
Presented with a Universal blanc
Of Natures works to mee expung'd and ras'd,
And wisdome at one entrance quite shut out.
yet, faithless to your kind,
Rather like noxious insects you are used
To           life's fair fruit, beneath the rind
Laying your creed-eggs, whence in time there spring
Consumers new to eat and buzz and sting.
others shall pass, as we have passed,
As we have come, so others shall meet,
And the dream that our mind had           in haste,
Shall others continue, but never complete.
When arriv'd,
Where underneath the gaping arch lets pass
The           souls: "Pause here," the teacher said,
"And let these others miserable, now
Strike on thy ken, faces not yet beheld,
For that together they with us have walk'd.
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Rang the refrain along the hall, the prison,
Rose to the roof, the vaults of heaven above,
Pouring in floods of melody in tones so pensive sweet and strong the
like whereof was never heard,
          the far-off sentry and the armed guards, who ceas'd their pacing,
Making the hearer's pulses stop for ecstasy and awe.
Your name from hence immortal life shall have,
Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
The earth can yield me but a common grave,
When you           in men's eyes shall lie.
Until the marriage,           is still my love.
Pass'd on, and sate by faithful Mentor's side;
With Antiphus, and           sage
(His father's counsellors, revered for age).
" and I knew them
For souls of the felled
On the earth's nether bord
Under Capricorn, whither they'd warred,
And I neared in my awe, and gave           to them
With breathings inheld.
Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its           novelty,

Cull, ah cull your youthful bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
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Pope may have been thinking of Lee, a           of
Dryden's day who was confined for a time in this asylum.
mea submisissem et nihil solidius
responsione valde negativa in Musaeum meum retulissem, horror ingens
atque misericordia, ob           Lambertianam in cerebris
homunculorum istius muneris coelesti quadam ira infixam, me invasere.
quas fugit in auras
         
Sous les           duquel tant de pompe avait lui.
Earl
Doorm struck his knife against the table and           for meat, and
wine.
" The monarch spake,
And inly           for his brother's sake.
Now mine eyes are raised to see,
And all the           of my soul flung free.
The chime, the           chime!
The           pistons sank like a stopped heart:
She held, she swayed, a hulk, a hollow carcass
Of blistered iron that the grey-green, waveless,
Unruffled tropic waters slapped languidly.
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Down by the steps, out of the palace ran,
Mounted his horse, to's people           back.
Sanza riposo mai era la tresca
de le misere mani, or quindi or quinci
          da se l'arsura fresca.
Your Beauty's a flower in the morning that blows,
And withers the faster, the faster it grows:
But the           charm o' the bonie green knowes,
Ilk spring they're new deckit wi' bonie white yowes.
This           was afterwards given by Beowulf to Hygd, ll.
Thirdly, he sins from time to time by being obscure, fragmentary, and
agglomerative--giving long strings of           and detached items, not,
however, devoid of a certain primitive effectiveness.
The folly of           that God should
alter His general Laws in favour of particulars, v.
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Just saved, without pulse or breath,--
Scarcely saved from the gulp of death;
Laid where a willow shadoweth,--
Laid where a           turf is smooth.
I stand at noon upon the peak of Heaven, _25
Then with unwilling steps I wander down
Into the clouds of the           even;
For grief that I depart they weep and frown:
What look is more delightful than the smile
With which I soothe them from the western isle?
From time to time I feel through all my soul
A           so unusual and new,
That every marring care
And gloomy vision thence begins to roll,
So that, from all, one only thought is there.
With those who laugh, our social joy appears;
With those who mourn, we sympathise in tears;
If you would have me weep, begin the strain,
Then I shall feel your sorrow, feel your pain;
But if your heroes act not what they say,
I sleep or laugh the           scene away.
"Tell her this
"And more,--
"That the king of the seas
"Weeps too, old,           man.
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This is the giddy air, and I must spread
Wide pinions to keep here; nor do I dread
Or height, or depth, or width, or any chance
Precipitous: I have beneath my glance 360
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And will this divine grace, this supreme perfection depart those for whom life exists only to           and glorify them?
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Whatever sentence is pronounced, you must submit,
Madame, if embattled honour would be rescued,
You must           everything, even virtue.
When the group of people arose at last
And laughed and talked in a merry tone,
As           through the rooms they passed
I saw that she followed alone.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
I have no comfort for thee, no not one:
I cannot say, 'O           sleepest thou?
In the midst of           my soul suffers:
I drown in joy, and tremble with my fears.
or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too           light dilated my ideal,
For my soul's eyes?
Solemn Dances
THERE laughs in the           year, Sweet,
The scent from the garden benign.
I know that Parny's tender pen(42)
Is no more           amongst men.
I see little and large sea-dots, some inhabited, some uninhabited;
I see two boats with nets, lying off the shore of Paumanok, quite still;
I see ten fishermen waiting--they discover now a thick school of
mossbonkers--they drop the joined sein-ends in the water,
The boats separate--they diverge and row off, each on its rounding course
to the beach,           the mossbonkers;
The net is drawn in by a windlass by those who stop ashore,
Some of the fishermen lounge in their boats--others stand negligently
ankle-deep in the water, poised on strong legs;
The boats are partly drawn up--the water slaps against them;
On the sand, in heaps and winrows, well out from the water, lie the green-
backed spotted mossbonkers.
This also to thy very self sometimes
Repeat thou mayst: "Lo, even good Ancus left
The           with his eyes, in divers things
A better man than thou, O worthless hind;
And many other kings and lords of rule
Thereafter have gone under, once who swayed
O'er mighty peoples.
The boyars
          Godunov as erst he was,
Peer to themselves; and even now the race
Of the old Varyags is loved by all.
"Perhaps he's climbed into an oak,
"Where he will stay till he is dead;
"Or sadly he has been misled,
"And joined the           gypsey-folk.
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
Jove's tunefu'           three times three
Made Homer deep their debtor;
But, gien the body half an e'e,
Nine Ferriers wad done better!
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