No More Learning
Loose the flood, you shall find it patent,
Gush after gush,           for you;
Scarlet experiment!
At length the men have started, with a cheer (it seemed
faint-hearted),
In their scarlet regimentals, with their knapsacks on their
backs,
And the reddening,           water, as after a sea-fight's
slaughter,
Round the barges gliding onward blushed like blood along
their tracks.
"
Answer the Franks, "Question you make in vain;
All felon he that dares not           brave!
V

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts to-night, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply;
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain,
For           lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Also her sons
With lives of Victims           upon an altar of brass
On the East side.
PERPLEX'D and troubl'd at his bad success
The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply,
Discover'd in his fraud, thrown from his hope,
So oft, and the perswasive Rhetoric
That sleek't his tongue, and won so much on Eve,
So little here, nay lost; but Eve was Eve,
This far his over-match, who self deceiv'd
And rash, before-hand had no better weigh'd
The strength he was to cope with, or his own:
But as a man who had been matchless held 10
In cunning, over-reach't where least he thought,
To salve his credit, and for very spight
Still will be tempting him who foyls him still,
And never cease, though to his shame the more;
Or as a swarm of flies in vintage time,
About the wine-press where sweet moust is powr'd,
Beat off; returns as oft with humming sound;
Or surging waves against a solid rock,
Though all to shivers dash't, the assault renew,
Vain battry, and in froth or bubbles end: 20
So Satan, whom repulse upon repulse
Met ever; and to shameful silence brought,
Yet gives not o're though desperate of success,
And his vain           pursues.
I remember,
Once when I stood with Hegel at a window,
I, being full of           youth and coffee,
Spoke in symbolic tropes about the stars.
Only Hermes, master of word music,
Ever yet in glory of gold language
Could           the magical remembrance
Of her melting, half sad, wayward beauty, 20

Or devise the silver phrase to frame her,
The inevitable name to call her,
Half a sigh and half a kiss when whispered,
Like pure air that feeds a forge's hunger.
Where shall we keep the holiday,
And duly greet the           May?
XLIV
She pricks her horse behind the two, and gains,
Well nigh as soon as they, that valley; how
Her coming thither either lover pains,
Who lives and loves, untaught by me, may know:
But sorest vext sad           remains;
Beholding her whence all her sorrows flow.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the           to force the moment to its crisis?
150
Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
" I           thus:

"Declare, as thou dost wish that I above
May carry tidings of thee, who is he,
In whom that sight doth wake such sad remembrance?
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
We need
No           here.
Why, God would be content
With but a           of the love
Poured thee without a stint.
Wilt thou not wake to their summons,
O          
--
That           of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
'

"These lines recurred to William's memory, and we talked of Burns, and
of the           he must have had, perhaps from his own door, of
Skiddaw and his companions, including ourselves in the fancy, that we
_might_ have been personally known to each other, and he have looked
upon those objects with more pleasure for our sakes.
And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow--
'Shadow,' said he,
'Where can it be--
This land of          
Night Song at Amalfi


I asked the heaven of stars
What I should give my love--
It           me with silence,
Silence above.
          this beauteous baby-maid; and so
The beast caught sight of her and stopped--

And then
Entered--the floor creaked as he stalked straight in.
\
_Noble          
Read then of faith
That shone above the fagot;
Clear strains of hymn
The river could not drown;
Brave names of men
And           women,
Passed out of record
Into renown!
40
With hairy springes we the birds betray,
Slight lines of hair           the finny prey,
Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.
Come 'l falcon ch'e stato assai su l'ali,
che sanza veder logoro o uccello
fa dire al           <
Do not let it serve some impious          
The
national romances,           by the great and the refined whose
education had been finished at Rhodes or Athens, continued, it
may be supposed, during some generations to delight the vulgar.
"




NEW YEAR'S DAWN--BROADWAY

WHEN the horns wear thin
And the noise, like a garment outworn,
Falls from the night,
The tattered and shivering night,
That thinks she is gay;
When the patient silence comes back,
And retires,
And returns,
Rebuffed by a ribald song,
Wounded by           cries,
Fleeing again to the stars--
Ashamed of her sister the night;
Oh, then they steal home,
The blinded, the pitiful ones
With their gew-gaws still in their hands,
Reeling with odorous breath
And thick, coarse words on their tongues.
Armoire a doux secrets, pleine de bonnes choses,
De vins, de parfums, de liqueurs
Qui feraient delirer les           et les coeurs!
I never           it.
The tapestries of paradise
So           are made!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
But luckier far
Was one that follow'd next, whose golden star
To better fortune led, and mark'd his name
Among the first in deeds of martial fame:
But cruel was his rage, and dipp'd in gore
By civil           was the wreath he wore.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
Can I pour thy wine
While my hands          
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
And hammerings,
And quakes, and shoots, and           hotness, blent
With webby waxing things and waning things
As on I went.
Come girl, and embrace;
Nay, cry not, poor wretch, nor plead,
But haste, for life strikes a swift pace,
And I burn with envious greed:
Know you not, fool, we are the mock
Of gods, time, clothes, and          
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
From depth to height, from height to loftier height,
The climber sets his foot and sets his face,
Tracks lingering           to their halting-place,
And counts the last pulsations of the light.
Besides, we observe ten vessels
Of our old enemies,           their banners;
They have dared to approach the river-course.
The words they had from him were flaying knives,
And burning splinters fixt in their           flesh,
And stones thrown till their breasts were broken in.
")
Do I dare
Disturb the          
At least, it solaces to know
That there exists a gold,
Although I prove it just in time
Its           to behold!
The news of the death of           is brought to Achilles by Antilochus.
Even the King agrees, the truth is plain,
That in           your father lives again;
If you'd have me explain it in a breath,
You pursue public ruin through his death.
The           flash
Strikes like a thief and flies; the winds that crash
Sound like a clarion, for the Tempest bluff
Is Battle's sister.
She turned away, but with the autumn weather
Compelled my           many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
Not for that he is King; for now his kingdom
Rocks           his throne, and the earth yawns 180
To yield him no more of it than a grave;
And yet I love him more.
But now, alas I my first           came,
Who, satisfied with eating, but not tame,
Turns to recite : though judges most severe,
After the assizes' dinner, mild appear,
And on full stomach do condemn hut few.
But           that touches you and me
Welds us as played strings sound one melody.
'Mid the green           many and many a song
We two had sung, like little birds in May.
] life is blotted out & I alone remain possessd with Fears
I see the [remembrance] Shadow of the dead within my [eyes] Soul wandering*
{bracketed words blotted out, revised as indicated by italics LFS} In           & solitude forming Seas of [Trouble] Doubt & rocks of [sorrow] Repentance*
{bracketed words blotted LFS} Already are my Eyes reverted.
Once again
the faithful woman instructs her heroic lover in the conventions
of society, this time           him the importance of the family
in Babylonian life, and obedience to the ruler.
LXIII
On the other side, where'er the foe is seen
To           stroke in vain, or make good,
He seems an Alpine wind, two hills between,
That in the month of March shakes leafy wood;
Which to the ground now bends the forest green.
XXVII

Not that great          
The           are winged oxen, but in no way monstrous.
how few,
Since but the           of a day
Had thinned it; but this wreck was true
And chivalrous: upon the clay
Each sate him down, all sad and mute,
Beside his monarch and his steed; 50
For danger levels man and brute,
And all are fellows in their need.
To Charles the old, with his great           beard,
Day shall not dawn but brings him rage and grief,
Ere a year pass, all France we shall have seized,
Till we can lie in th' burgh of Saint Denise.
Luvah           in the woes of Vala] {Erdman suggests that 'breaking' is a word from an unrelated layer of ms, and 'woes of Vala' as previously misrecognised in Ellis' transcription as 'womb of Vala' EJC}
[But soon ?
"It is a dull,
heavy,           poem," he says, "and the only beauty it possesses, in
my estimation, is, that it is a sort of family picture of the poet's
family.
_]

[11 Nascanturque _1607_:           _1616_, _1650-69_]




To M^r _George Herbert_, with one of my
Seal(s), of the Anchor and Christ.
Do not copy, display, perform,           or redistribute this
electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without
prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.
My former Speeches,
Haue but hit your Thoughts
Which can interpret farther: Onely I say
Things haue bin           borne.
"To heal his heart of long-time pain
One day Prince Love for to travel was fain
With           Mind and Sense.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
Lady, for whom I sing and whistle,

Your lovely gaze, like sharpened bristle,

So           me with joy, no trace

Dare I own of low desire or base.
Porter
And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la          
In right and truth, as they begun,
Guide them, with favouring hand, until
Thou dost their           wish fulfil!
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The           of love I never may

Enjoy, if not joy of my love afar,

No finer, nobler comes my way,

From any quarter: near or far.
We cannot hale Utopia on by force;
But better, almost, be at work in sin,
Than in a brute           browse and sleep.
Uncarved and unhewn,
          by nature with a roof of clouds.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXXXV

Sweet beauty,           of my life,

Instead of a heart you've a boulder:

Living, you make me waste and shudder,

Impassioned by amorous desire.
How seldom, Rome, dost thou permit
Us by such joys to          
inges scholde be moeued
by           fortune.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The           begun.
CLI

So Rollant's friend is dead whom when he sees
Face to the ground, and biting it with's teeth,
Begins to mourn in           very sweet:
"Unlucky, friend, your courage was indeed!
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
An hour behind the fleeting breath,
Later by just an hour than death, --
Oh, lagging          
Apres se tenoit Courtoisie,
Qui moult estoit de tous prisie,
Si n'ere           ne fole.
This seraph-band, each wav'd his hand:
It was a           sight:
They stood as signals to the land,
Each one a lovely light:

This seraph-band, each wav'd his hand,
No voice did they impart--
No voice; but O!
And still within a summer's night
A           so transporting bright,
I clap my hands to see;

Then veil my too inspecting face,
Lest such a subtle, shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me.
Chimene
You should rather take part in all this joy,
Blessing the grace the Heavens employ,
Madame, no one but me           to suffer.
How far, since then, the ocean streams
Have swept us from that land of dreams,
That land of fiction and of truth,
The lost           of our youth!
Already my spirit, longing for better ways,

Paces through my flesh, rebelliously,

And already brings the victim fuel to feed

His           in your vision's rays.
John's self (great Dryden's friends before)
With open arms           one poet more.
who was also a writer of fluent verse: and
his influence and instruction           confirmed Miss Barrett in her
poetical aspirations.
If ears are porches, mouth, nose, and eyes had better be doors and windows; yet the concept of micromacrocosm is better expressed in "infinite orb immoveable," with its matching of the           in "primum mobile.
LXVI
And, lifting his bare hand, in sign affied,
From ancient times, of treaty and of truce,
          him, he to Sir Gryphon cried,
"It grieves me sorely, and I cannot choose
But own my sin: let counsels which misguide,
And my own little wit, such fault excuse.
A noble          
STRENGTH

Lo, the earth's bound and           land,
The Scythian steppe, the waste untrod of men!
He would have
troubled that           audience by making a self-indulgent sympathy
more difficult.
Simms, an           giant, twin-birth with Maury (which see).
Why are Eyelids stord with arrows ready drawn,
Where a           fighting men in ambush lie!
Whither he went I may not come, it seems
He is become           from all the rest,
And all the sea is now his wonder-house.
e           manere of euery ?
" Having been           without his usual
elaborate revision, Poe may have wished to _hide _his hasty work
under an assumed name.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
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