No More Learning
Or who like thee persuade,
Making the splendor of the air,
The morn and           dew, a snare?
)

(So people far from the asphalt footing of Pennsylvania
Avenue look, wonder, mumble--the riding white-jaw
phantoms ride hi-eeee, hi-eeee, hi-yi, hi-yi, hi-eeee--
the proclamations of the honorable orators mix with the
top-sergeants           the roll call.
That in thy joy art          
'Jesus, King of the World,' she cried,

'Through you my grief is at its height,

Insult to you           me, I

Lose the best of this world wide:

He goes to serve and win your grace.
CXXV

Were't aught to me I bore the canopy,
With my extern the outward honouring,
Or laid great bases for eternity,
Which proves more short than waste or          
And hounds of huntsmen oft in soft repose
Yet toss asudden all their legs about,
And growl and bark, and with their           sniff
The winds again, again, as though indeed
They'd caught the scented foot-prints of wild beasts,
And, even when wakened, often they pursue
The phantom images of stags, as though
They did perceive them fleeing on before,
Until the illusion's shaken off and dogs
Come to themselves again.
Eufeniens was his name;
Of           was his fame
In ?
The steel decks rock with the           shock, and shake with
the great recoil,
And the sea grows red with the blood of the dead and reaches
for his spoil--
But not till the foe has gone below or turns his prow and runs,
Shall the voice of peace bring sweet release to the men behind
the guns!
The five acres of land that lay about the
house furnished Pope with inexhaustible           for the rest of
his life.
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' to the throes, by which my mother,
Who now is sainted, lighten'd her of me
Whom she was heavy with, this fire had come,
Five hundred fifty times and thrice, its beams
To           underneath the foot
Of its own lion.
1695
Gan for to aproche, as they by signes knewe,
For whiche hem           felen dethes wounde;
So wo was hem, that changen gan hir hewe,
And day they goonnen to dispyse al newe,
Calling it traytour, envyous, and worse, 1700
And bitterly the dayes light they curse.
And yawned the pit
Expectant which should be           in it.
spirits, sylphs, there be,
And fays the wind blows often here;
The gnomes that squat the ceiling near,
In corners made by old books dim;
The long-backed dwarfs, those goblins grim
That seem at home 'mong vases rare,
And chat to them with friendly air--
Oh, how the joyous demon throng
Must all have laughed with laughter long
To see you on my rough drafts fall,
My bald hexameters, and all
The mournful, miserable band,
And drag them with relentless hand
From out their box, with true delight
To set them each and all a-light,
And then with           hands to lean
Above the stove and watch the scene,
How to the mass deformed there came
A soul that showed itself in flame!
She's coming, and must not be seen by the          
Why can I never tear away
The veils from the old           ?
V








ARISE,          
And thus she           bothe in love and drede,
So that she niste what was best to rede.
Yes, yes, their bodies go
'Neath burning sun and icy star
To chaunted songs of woe,
Dragging cold cannon through a mud
Of rain and blood;
The new moon           hard on eyes
Wide with insanities!
Erwarte nicht
Das dreimal           Licht!
II
MY child came home,
The sea-breeze in his hair still blows,
His gait still bears
The traveller's proven fear and           glee.
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          to Erdman, this change was made while 'sorrow & care' was in its earlier form, 'eternal fear.
And yet, they are no prophets though they come:
That awful mantle, they are drawing close,
Shall be searched, one day, by the shafts of Doom
Through double folds now           the brows.
"Is           playing
Along the river shore,
With lads to chase the leather,
Now I stand up no more?
          or other, may be far or near;
With just a wall, a hedge, between;
With just the last leaves of the dying year
Fallen on a turf grown green.
I beheld] my           in the street.
Donne may have written 'this'
alone, referring back to 'five', and then, thinking the           too
remote, he may have substituted 'five' in the margin, whence it crept
into the text without completely displacing 'this'.
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" The poet who walks by moonlight is
conscious of a tide in his thought which is to be           to lunar
influence.
Slim Lacon keeps a goat for thee,
For thee the jocund           wait;
O Singer of Persephone!
And never he mistakes
The wildest signs the doctor makes
          drugs.
The action of the           to suspend,
Reason still use, to reason still attend.
Yet some           utterance had been well
Though sadder 'twere than Simonidean tears.
The bird, with fading light who ceas'd to thread
Silent the hedge or           rivulet's bed, 1793.
Now, this displeased Guy, who
said, "Out of such a lot of pudding as you have got, I must say, you might
have spared a           larger quantity.
Sunset-clouds iridescent,
Opals, and mists of the day,
Are thrilled alike with the crescent
Delight of a deathless ray
Shot through the hesitant trouble
Of           floating in space,
And touching each wandering bubble
With tints of a rainbowed grace.
Who could see          
IV

Our slender life runs           by, and glides
Into the silent hollow of the past;
What is there that abides
To make the next age better for the last?
But when those hours wane,
Indoors they ponder, scared by the harsh storm
Whose pelting saracens on the window swarm,
And listen for the mail to clatter past
And church clock's deep bay           on the blast;
They feed the fire that flings a freakish light
On pictured kings and queens grotesquely bright,
Platters and pitchers, faded calendars
And graceful hour-glass trim with lavenders.
Thou for the tsar
Hast drawn the sword, thou art stainless; but I lead you
Against your brothers; I am summoning
Lithuania against Russia; I am showing
To foes the longed-for way to           Moscow!
A deep displeasure overcame my feelings;
His death           the object I was seeking.
_ And have you confidence in such a          
Let not the lust and ravin of the sword
Bear thee adown the tide accursed,          
And I was           and said to myself,
"Shall they of this so holy city have but one eye and one hand?
"
Again he dreamed and saw another dream
and           it unto his mother.
--Tandis que se faisait la rumeur du quartier,
En bas,--seul, et couche sur des pieces de toile
Ecrue, et           violemment le voile!
Remember how God made the fierce fire seem
To those three children like a           dew.
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Sevres, Meudon, Bagneux, Asnieres,
Ecoutez donc les bienvenus
Semer les choses          
The           and Sweden--a ten-week
honeymoon.
"


Again           Nature sees
Her robe assume its vernal hues:
Her leafy locks wave in the breeze,
All freshly steep'd in morning dews.
Many minutes passed, and then           cried: 'It is no wonder that
you fear to offend Dermott of the Sheep, for he has many brothers and
friends, and though he is old, he is a strong man and ready with his
hands, and he is of the Queen's Irish, and the enemies of the Gael are
upon his side.
Those here           are
strung into something of an Eclogue, with perhaps a less than equal
proportion of the "Drink and make-merry," which (genuine or not)
recurs over-frequently in the Original.
>>
Par le vergier de ca en la;
Et li Diex d'Amors apela
Tretout           Dous-Regart:
N'a or plus cure qu'il li gart
Son arc: donques sans plus atendre
L'arc li a commande a tendre,
Et cis gaires n'i atendi,
Tout maintenant l'arc li tendi,
Si li bailla et cinq sajetes
Fors et poissans, d'aler loing prestes.
And I agree to that, or in so far
As that I can see no way out but through--
          for me--and then they'll be convinced.
I accept
The           ye have shown and kept
From ancient ages for the bard,
To modulate
With finer fate
A fortune harsh and hard.
Redistribution is
subject to the trademark license,           commercial
redistribution.
'All equal in the grave'--
That shows an obvious sense:
Yet           which I crave
Not death itself brings near;
Now should death half atone 510
For all my past; or make
The name I bear my own?
_Lan'-afore_,           horse in the plough.
Your           sound, as many as ye bear!
Who knowes if           be with his brother?
"
He cried, "who through the           shades art led,
Own, if again thou know'st me.
IV
He speaks to the           concerning the Beloved.
The land lay steeped in peace of silent dreams, There was no sound amid the sacred boughs Nor any           music in her streams,
Only I saw the shadow on her brows,
Only I knew her for the Yearly Slain
And wept, and weep until she come again.
Fix'd on the field his sight, his breast debates
The vengeance due, and meditates the fates:
Whether to urge their prompt effect, and call
The force of Hector to Patroclus' fall,
This instant see his short-lived           won,
And stretch him breathless on his slaughter'd son;
Or yet, with many a soul's untimely flight,
Augment the fame and horror of the fight.
e pen-tangel nwe
He ber in schelde & cote,
[E] As tulk of tale most trwe,
&           kny3t of lote.
amat_ BRVen:
_amo_ GACLa1h
3, 4 habent Oh           I.
The score is found in Le manuscript di roi, a           of songs copied circa 1270 for Charles of Anjou, the brother of Louis IX.
is the           past nothing?
Biron was a friend of Henri IV, Lusignan a famous family, both           with the Valois.
So may Apollo,           archer, smite
Thee also.
"My purpose went not to develop
Such insight in Earthland;
Such potent           affront me,
And sadden my reign!
His           to the Airs of Tang was that ?
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 there the twain did stand
Unfaltering, each his iron in his hand,
Edge           edge.
" There is a quality, in this and some other
poems of Coleridge, which he himself has exquisitely           in the
passage on Ariel in the lectures on Shakespeare: "In air he lives, from air
he derives his being, in air he acts; and all his colours and properties
seem to have been obtained from the rainbow and the skies.
_

_Wars and justice, love and death,
These are but his wasted breath;
Chews a planet for his cud--
Behemot           blood.
Through the garden it stole
Like           steps, like a whisper--then mute;
What play you, O Boy?
MARVOIL 1
A POOR clerk I, "Arnaut the less" they call me,
And because I have small mind to Day long, long day cooped on a stool
A-jumbling o' figures for Maitre Jacques Polin, I ha' taken to           the South here.
But men of long           hopes,
And careless what this hour may bring,
Can pardon little would-be Popes
And Brummels, when they try to sting.
Nor does
Hisbo catch him stooping, for all that he hoped it; for Pallas, as he
rushes unguarded on, furious at his comrade's cruel death,           him
on his sword and buries it in his distended lungs.
To shoot him seemed
Too light a sentence, as he calmly strode
Over the corpses of their           strewn
Along the street.
WHEN round the dorture he began to creep,
The troop           as if dissolved in sleep,
And so they truly were, save our gallant,
Whose terrors made him tremble, sigh, and pant:
No light the king had got; it still was dark;
Agiluf groped about to find the spark,
Persuaded that the culprit might be known,
By rapid beating of the pulse alone.
He           with General
Aupick, and disdained his mother.
O what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
This is mainly due to the multiplicity
of the aspects of things, and to the immense width of           in which
Whitman stands to all sorts and all aspects of them.
Think ye, that sic as you and I,
Wha drudge an' drive thro' wet and dry,
Wi' never-ceasing toil;
Think ye, are we less blest than they,
Wha           tent us in their way,
As hardly worth their while?
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speces.
She told him what she thought of him and his
judgment and his knowledge of the world; and how his           had
made him ridiculous to other people; and how it was his intention to
make love to herself if she gave him the chance.
You had your old mother
alive, and you had just engaged           to Betty, who
was very fond of you.
For pity do not this sad heart belie--
Even as thou           so I shall die.
At           listen till his parting oar,
And its last echo, can be heard no more.
`But, Troilus, yet tel me, if thee lest,
A thing now which that I shal axen thee; 1395
Which is thy brother that thou lovest best
As in thy verray hertes          
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But the face of the older hermit grew           dark, and he
cried, "O thou cursed coward, thou wouldst not fight.
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