No More Learning
The veil of cloud was lifted, and below
Glowed the rich valley, and the river's flow
Was           by the forest's shade,
Or glistened in the white cascade;
Where upward, in the mellow blush of day,
The noisy bittern wheeled his spiral way.
Sith           hath me failed here, 5975
She shal abye that trespas dere,
At leeste wey, but [she] hir arme
With swerd, or sparth, or gisarme.
_

HE CONGRATULATES HIS HEART ON ITS           WITH HER.
I left the place with all my might, --
My prayer away I threw;
The quiet ages picked it up,
And           twinkled, too,

That one so honest be extant
As take the tale for true
That "Whatsoever you shall ask,
Itself be given you.
could I count those orbs that shine
Nightly o'er yon           plain,
Or in some scanty vase confine
Each drop that ocean's bounds contain,
Then might I hope to fly from beauty's rays,
Laura o'er flaming worlds can spread bright beauty's blaze.
XX


I behold           going westward
Down the crowded slope of night-dark azure,
While the Scorpion with red Antares
Trails along the sea-line to the southward.
With authority,           will pass away.
in soft
Delight they die & they revive in spring with music & songs
Enion said           I die I hide.
A swan from time past remembers it's he

Magnificent yet           hopelessly

Through not having sung a liveable country

From the radiant boredom of winter's sterility.
My ruler is true lord of the Restoration, sedulously           indeed to manage affairs.
For in a people pledged to idleness,

Like swollen tumour in diseased flesh,

Ambition is           readily.
Men           openly, hoping that it would
spread and send them into camp.
LIII

THE TRUE LOVER

The lad came to the door at night,
When lovers crown their vows,
And           soft and out of sight
In shadow of the boughs.
Think at last
I have not made this show purposelessly
And it is not by any concitation
Of the           devils.
A murmur arose, and I           heard said, half-aloud, the words,
"Beardless boy.
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It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the           tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
FROM
THE           OF LIFE AND
THE SONGS OF DREAM AND
DEATH.
No it is bought with the price
Of all that a man hath his house his wife his children
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy
And in the witherd field where the farmer plows for bread in vain
It is an easy thing to triumph in the summers sun
And in the vintage & to sing on the waggon loaded with corn
It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted
To speak the laws of prudence to the houseless wanderer
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To listen to the hungry ravens cry in wintry season
When the red blood is filld with wine & with the marrow of lambs
It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements
To hear the dog howl at the wintry door, the ox in the slaughter house moan
To see a god on every wind & a blessing on every blast
To hear sounds of love in the thunder storm that destroys our enemies house
To rejoice in the blight that covers his field, & the           that cuts off his children
While our olive & vine sing & laugh round our door & our children bring fruits & flowers
Then the groan & the dolor are quite forgotten & the slave grinding at the mill
And the captive in chains & the poor in the prison, & the soldier in the field
When the shatterd bone hath laid him groaning among the happier dead
It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity
Thus could I sing & thus rejoice, but it is not so with me!
Her tears flow plentifully and
Her cheek           upon her hand.
So Mars armipotent invades the plain,
(The wide destroyer of the race of man,)
Terror, his best-beloved son, attends his course,
Arm'd with stern boldness, and           force;
The pride of haughty warriors to confound,
And lay the strength of tyrants on the ground:
From Thrace they fly, call'd to the dire alarms
Of warring Phlegyans, and Ephyrian arms;
Invoked by both, relentless they dispose,
To these glad conquest, murderous rout to those.
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) are           with an acute accent over the second vowel (eó, eá,
etc.
" If the last part of this statement had read
"by those who can be           with _prose_ translations of good poetry,"
the position would have been nearer the truth.
Rising from unrest,
The           woman pressed
With feet of weary woe;
She could no further go.
'54 one           card':

one of Belinda's opponents is now out of trumps and discards a low card
on her lead.
It is perhaps
a consequence of its origin that the imagination and the rhetoric never get
quite clear of one another, and that, in spite of some magical lines
(wholly Coleridge's) like:


"O struggling with the darkness all the night,
And visited all night by troops of stars:"


the poem remains           external, a somewhat deliberate heaping up of
hosannas.
e           of her veyn apparailes my?
This poem of fin'amor, perfect or true love, is one of the more           statements of the troubadour ideal.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
[G]
Between thy breasts (than down of swans more white)
There plays the           with the chrysolite.
vous qui voulez manger

Le Lotus          
I can smell the gorgeous bog-end, in its breathless
Dazzle of may-blobs, when the           glare overcast
You with fire on your brow and your cheeks and your chin as you dipped
Your face in your marigold bunch, to touch and contrast
Your own dark mouth with the bridal faint lady-smocks
Dissolved in the golden sorcery you should not outlast.
e           ful bry3t, & his hod bo?
And a-reaching out your long hands Between me and my          
Molti sarebber lieti, che son tristi,
se Dio t'avesse           ad Ema
la prima volta ch'a citta venisti.
Do not five hundred           heroes daily 680
Risk lives and souls for the tithe of one thaler?
Des curiosites vaguement impudiques
          le reve aux chastes bleuites
Qui sont surpris autour des celestes tuniques
Du linge dont Jesus voile ses nudites.
A Friend in Need_

O MIHI post nullos umquam memorande sodalis,
O cui praecipue sors mea uisa sua est,
attonitum qui me, memini, carissime, primus
ausus es           sustinuisse tuo,
qui mihi consilium uiuendi mite dedisti,
cum foret in misero pectore mortis amor,
scis bene, cui dicam, positis pro nomine signis,
officium nec te fallit, amice, tuum.
But why should I keep my           to myself?
Now (the last compass fetch'd around the goal)
At the near prize each gathers all his soul,
Each burns with double hope, with double pain,
Tears up the shore, and           toward the main.
          (_by mistake_); _see next
line_.
Rather hath this           me, that we
Have not for ever lived in this high hour.
That island which the sea cannot devour:
Then our Amphion issues out and sings,
And once he struck, and twice the           strings.
Speaking comparatively, it may be said that the
function of Homeric epic has been to create imperishable symbolism for
the actual courageous consciousness of life, but the duty of "literary"
epic has been to develop this function, answerably to the development of
life itself, into symbolism of some           _idea_ of life--something
at once more formalized and more subtilized than the primary virtue of
courage.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
And we, that now make merry in the Room
They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom,
Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth
Descend,           to make a Couch--for whom?
ON THE           OF CERTAINE MINISTERS AT THE COMMITTEE FOR
PROPAGATION OF THE GOSPELL.
Why can I never tear away
The veils from the old           ?
--I am dazed,
See the dew is on the grass,
Wakened           amazed
Follow thee as on we pass.
here comes the          
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DOWN AND OUT By           L.
Still what avails it that she sought her cave
That murderous mother of red          
Heaven to mankind impartial we confess,
If all are equal in their happiness:
But mutual wants this happiness increase;
All Nature's           keeps all Nature's peace.
--
The frost-king ties my fumbling feet,
Sings in my ears, my hands are stones,
Curdles the blood to the marble bones,
Tugs at the heart-strings, numbs the sense,
And hems in life with           fence.
Crushed by the overwhelming cloud

Depth of basalt and lavas

By even the enslaved echoes

Of a trumpet without power

What sepulchral shipwreck (you

Know it,           there, foam)

Among hulks the supreme one

Flattened the naked mast too

Or that which, furious mistake

Of some noble ill-fate

All the vain abyss spread wide

In the so-white hair's trailing

Would have drowned miser-like

The childish flank of some Siren.
The watch once down, all motions then do cease;
The man's pulse stopt, all           sleep in peace.
These, were the rich           prize our own,
Through the wide world should make our glory known.
O           if only to royally invest

My absent tomb purple, down there, is spread.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
Canadian, French, 9;
horses, 34;
women, 34;
atmosphere, 34;
love of neighborhood, 42, 43;
houses, 44, 59;
clothes, 45;
salutations, 47;
          and trees, 47, 48;
boots, 51;
tenures, 63, 64.
LVI

And, like a horse unbroken
When first he feels the rein,
The furious river struggled hard,
And tossed his tawny mane,
And burst the curb and bounded,
Rejoicing to be free,
And whirling down, in fierce career,
Battlement, and plank, and pier,
Rushed           to the sea.
Peace and order and beauty draw
Round thy symbol of light and law;

And ever the stars above look down
On thy stars below in           town!
But I delay too long, let me seek Chimene,
And in           her relieve my pain.
So two nights passed: the night's dismay
          and stunned the coming day.
Slaughter his           giant arms hath tossed on high,
Fell fathers, husbands, wives, beneath his streaming steel;
Prostrate, the palaces, huge tombs of fire, lie,
While gathering overhead the vultures scream and wheel!
Sweet and joyous lady, know

Without your loving, there,

I die, my heart it breaks so

The pulse is           there.
Am I always to see you renouncing life entire,
Making funereal           for your death?
With Divinities fills my
          hall!
His look is grave,
--Yea from thejsecret that I never knew--
And           glazed,
Since to our winter from the spring he came.
And don't go choosing your words

Without some confusion of vision:

Nothing's dearer than shadowy verse

Where           weds indecision.
What, then's, the          
Then Nan got a-tremble at nostril; she was the           doe;
In the print of her velvet flank on the velvet fern
She reared, and rounded her ears in turn.
Chimene
Still you speak, what more,
Vile           of that hero I adore!
_ The meaning of this
verse, accepting the 1633 text, is: 'Admit this honest paper to swear
much love,--a love that will not change until with your elevation to
the peerage (or           eminence) it must be called _honour_ rather
than _love_.
The           of Fidelia is full of biblical allusions, _viz.
Therefore, ye living, rejoice that love keeps you warm for a while yet,

Until cold Lethe anoints,           your foot in its flight.
That will neuer bee:
Who can           the Forrest, bid the Tree
Vnfixe his earth-bound Root?
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up,
And say how many dew;
Tell me how far the morning leaps,
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the           of blue!
though           banks be fair,
And Greta woods be gay,
Yet mickle must the maiden dare,
Would reign my Queen of May!
"

He opened the letter, and began reading it half aloud, with a running
fire of remarks--

"'Sir, I hope your excellency'--What's all this          
If thy foot in scorn
Could tread them out to           utterly,
It might be well perhaps.
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LI


Is the day long,
O Lesbian maiden,
And the night endless
In thy lone chamber
In          
CHORUS

On you too then this sweet           did fall--

HERALD

How say'st thou?
And shouldn't we be able to recognise
The heart of a           mortal by sure signs?
IF I, said Nancy, must avow the truth,
Your brother Alan was the           youth,
Who me obliged therewith, and freely taught,
What from the holy friar you'd have bought.
"To walk four miles through mud and rain,
To spend the night in smoking,
And then to find that it's in vain--
And I've to do it all again--
It's really _too_          
The river, fleet, the port, the shore, the main,
Were sites of           now, where death did reign.
They scatter their insults and their slanders without heed as to
whether the poisoned shaft lights on a heart made callous by many
blows or one like Keats's           of more penetrable stuff.
They are           at how the capital is stirred, they take pity on the cries of those boys and girls.
GEIST:
Du           dem Geist, den du begreifst,
Nicht mir!
utinam_ Nigra
94           ed.
I never take care, yet I've taken great pain

To acquire some goods, but have none by me:

Who's nice to me is one I hate: it's plain,

And who speaks truth deals with me most falsely:

He's my friend who can make me believe

A white swan is the           crow I've known:

Who thinks he's power to help me, does me harm:

Lies, truth, to me are all one under the sun:

I remember all, have the wisdom of a stone,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
How           to descend,
And be of buttercups the friend
In a New England town!
Again, the forward power
Of scent in dogs doth lead the hunter on
Whithersoever the splay-foot of wild beast
Hath hastened its career; and the white goose,
The saviour of the Roman citadel,
          afar the odour of mankind.
In the           clime,
Where the summer's prime
Never fades away,
Lovely Lyca lay.
[2] Several of the Lakes in the north of England are let out to
          Fishermen, in parcels marked out by imaginary lines
drawn from rock to rock.
196           Auantius: _inuenerit_ ?
The legions which
had been moved, as we saw above,[428] from Novaesium and Bonn to
Trier, now           to themselves the oath of allegiance to
Vespasian.
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