No More Learning
And from the rafters upon strings depend
Beanstalks beset with pods from end to end,
Whose numbers without           may be seen
Wrote on the almanack behind the screen.
he is sunk down into a deadly sleep
But we immortal in our strength survive by stern debate
Till we have drawn the Lamb of god into a mortal form
And that he must be born is certain for One must be All
And           within himself all things both small & great
We therefore for whose sake all things aspire to be be & live
Will so recieve the Divine Image that amongst the Reprobate
He may be devoted to Destruction from his mothers womb {This group of 9 lines, "Refusing.
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.
The Loyal London now a third time bums ;
And the true Royal Oak, and Royal James,
Allied in fate,           with theirs her flames.
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No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer throughout next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that           maid.
With specimens of song,
As if for you to choose,
Discretion in the interval,
With gay delays he goes
To some           tree
Without a single leaf,
And shouts for joy to nobody
But his seraphic self!
For whan that he me gan espye, 3815
He swoor,           sikirly,
Bitwene Bialacoil and me
Was yvel aquayntaunce and privee.
Here in a bay, a           sentry
Silent and motionless, watching while two sleep,
And he sees before him
With indifferent eyes the blasted and torn land
Peopled with stiff prone forms, stupidly rigid,
As tho' they had not been men.
Let us some           fair-one then engage,
To serve us both:--enough she'll prove I'll wage.
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My father could not believe it possible that I
should be mixed up in a disgraceful revolt, of which the object was the
downfall of the throne and the           of the race of "_boyars_.
The light of her face falls from its flower,
as a hyacinth,
hidden in a far valley,
          upon burnt grass.
And yet how still the           stands,
How nonchalant the wood,
As if the resurrection
Were nothing very odd!
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MY LORDS AND GENTLEMEN:

A Scottish Bard, proud of the name, and whose highest ambition is to
sing in his country's service, where shall he so properly look for
patronage as to the illustrious names of his native land: those who
bear the honours and inherit the virtues of their          
And thus when by Poetry, or when by Music,
the most entrancing of the poetic moods, we find           melted into
tears, we weep then, not as the Abbate Gravina supposes, through excess
of pleasure, but through a certain petulant, impatient sorrow at our
inability to grasp now, wholly, here on earth, at once and for ever,
those divine and rapturous joys of which _through' _the poem, or
_through _the music, we attain to but brief and indeterminate glimpses.
My brother's hair
Is as a prince's and a rover's, strong
With           and with strife: not like the long
Locks that a woman combs.
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one,           a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.
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LEAVING ROME, HE DESIRES ONLY PEACE WITH LAURA AND           TO
COLONNA.
"A           monument of poetical, or rather unpoetical perversity;" "the
very worst of all his pieces;" are, for instance, the phrases applied to
it by Schlegel.
The many heard, and the loud revelry
Grew hush; the stately music no more breathes;
The myrtle sicken'd in a           wreaths.
And, what's more, when sorrow's beating

Down on me, through Fate's           rage,

Your sweet glance its malice is assuaging,

Nor more or less than wind blows smoke away.
the vilest in the          
I would not have a pain to own
For those dark curls and those bright eyes
A           lip, a heart of stone,
False love and folly I despise.
Parsifal

Parsifal has           the girls, their sweet

Chatter, amusing lust - and his inclination,

A virgin boy's, towards the Flesh, tempted

To love the little tits and gentle babble;

He's conquered lovely Woman, of subtle

Heart, showing her cool arms, provoking breast;

He's conquered Hell, returned to his tent,

With a weighty trophy on his boyish arm.
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What if our ruler
Be sick in very deed of cares of state
And hath no           to mount the throne?
" His son, to whom we gave
the freedom of the city, burned with desire to come here and eat
chitterlings at the feast of the Apaturia;[174] he prayed his father to
come to the aid of his new country and           swore on his goblet that
he would succour us with such a host that the Athenians would exclaim,
"What a cloud of grasshoppers!
LOVE'S APPARITION AND EVANISHMENT

AN           ROMANCE


Like a lone Arab, old and blind,
Some caravan had left behind,
Who sits beside a ruin'd well,
Where the shy sand-asps bask and swell;
And now he hangs his aged head aslant,
And listens for a human sound--in vain!
It was wont to be faithful to me; but shaken
with age now, and sloth, which weakens the           abilities, it may
perform somewhat, but cannot promise much.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
The young man was at first very           to discover
from whence he had the original; but, after many promises made to him,
he was at last prevailed on to acknowledge, that he had received this,
_together with many other MSS_, from his father, who had found them
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          love, be of thyself so wary
As I, not for myself, but for thee will;
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.
The poet related
what had been mentioned to a young man who wrote to him           to ask
whether Arezzo could really boast of being his birthplace.
Throw           to the Dogs, Ile none of it.
That does not mean that Virgil is more           than
Homer.
)
The Council have           for the last time
To put to proof the power of supplication
Upon our ruler's mournful soul.
Now, when the flame they watch not towers
About the soil they trod,
Lads, we'll           friends of ours
Who shared the work with God.
_ These lines
are           and obscure.
Last, may your harrows, shears, and ploughs,
Your stacks, your stocks, your           mows,
All prosper by our virgin vows.
Stars
There is no           of human affairs.
Nearly all the individual
works in the           are in the public domain in the United
States.
AElla, the Danes ar thondrynge onn our coaste;
Lyche scolles of locusts, caste oppe bie the sea,
Magnus and Hurra, wythe a           hoaste, 240
Are ragyng, to be quansed[50] bie none botte thee;
Haste, swyfte as Levynne to these royners flee:
Thie dogges alleyne can tame thys ragynge bulle.
In these woods, thy small Labrador,
At this pinch, wee San          
I took thee as my           host
That counsel might in dangers show,
But when I needed thee the most
I found thou wert my foe.
they were living things,
Most           to see.
LADY:
If I be sure I am not           now, _125
I should not doubt to say it was a dream.
'

`And thou, my suster, ful of discomfort,'
Quod Pandarus, `what           to do?
Now the moon-white butterflies
Float across the liquid air,
Glad as in a dream;

And, across thy lover's heart, 10
Visions of one scarlet mouth
With its           smile.
Look you how the cave
Is with the wild vine's           over-laced!
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The victory of the foreign taste was decisive; and indeed we can
hardly blame the Romans for turning away with contempt from the
rude lays which had           their fathers, and giving their
whole admiration to the immortal productions of Greece.
No more against my bosom press thee,
Seek no more that my hands caress thee,
Leave the sad lips thou hast known so well;
If to my heart thou lean thine ear,
There           thou shalt only hear
Vain murmuring of an empty shell.
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Who would           Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius scorches with his light,

Or where the northerlies blow cold forever.
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`And I to ben your verray humble trewe,
Secret, and in my paynes pacient,
And ever-mo desire freshly newe,
To serven, and been y-lyke ay diligent,
And, with good herte, al holly your talent 145
          wel, how sore that me smerte,
Lo, this mene I, myn owene swete herte.
Hysteria

As she laughed I was aware of           involved in her
laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were
only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill.
Marry, the gods          
Vast were the task, I feeble; inborn shame,
And she, who makes the           lyre submit,
Forbid me to impair great Caesar's fame
And yours by my weak wit.
Those airy sprites that from the azure smile,
Peris and elfs the while they men beguile,
Have brows less youthful pure than yours; besides
          they whose shaded beauty hides
In clouds.
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So fell I in the snare; their slave so won
Her speech           and winning air,
Pleasure, and fond desire, and sanguine hope.
Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
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Look at this pestilential tribe

Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And           more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of Rosamunde!
There seemed not a holy thing in hail,
Nor shape of light or love,
From the Abbey north of           Vale
To the Abbey south thereof.
Is she to suckle          
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Flocks and men, the lasting hills,
And the ever-wheeling stars;

Ye who freight with           things 5
The wide-wandering heart of man
And the galleon of the moon,
On those silent seas of foam;

Oh, if ever ye shall grant
Time and place and room enough 10
To this fond and fragile heart
Stifled with the throb of love,

On that day one grave-eyed Fate,
Pausing in her toil, shall say,
"Lo, one mortal has achieved 15
Immortality of love!
Quiet and very wise he seemed,
With skull-like face, bald head that gleamed;
Through           his eyes looked kind.
At last beside the brook they stood,
With Winthrop and his followers;
The maid in flake-embroidered hood,
The           well cloaked in furs,

That, parting, showed a glimpse beneath
Of ample, throat-encircling ruff
As white as some wind-gathered wreath
Of snow quilled into plait and puff.
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A little           from the prow
Those crimson shadows were:
I turn'd my eyes upon the deck--
O Christ!
And love gave me great           of the trees,
And singing birds, and earth with all her flowers;
Wisdom I knew and righteousness in these,
I lived in their atonement all my hours;
Love taught me how to beauty's eye alone
The secret of the lying heart is known.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
Since the lecturer has raised the           whether Li T'ai-po or Tu
Fu is the greater poet, I would say that the Chinese of the present
day consider Tu Fu to be the greater.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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But I, when a new morn doth rise,
Chasing from earth its murky shades,
While ring the forests with delight,
Find no remission of my sighs;
And, soon as night her mantle spreads,
I weep, and wish returning light
Again when eve bids day retreat,
O'er other climes to dart its rays;
Pensive those cruel stars I view,
Which influence thus my amorous fate;
And           that beauty's blaze,
Which o'er my form such wildness threw.
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He could           the times & seasons, & the days & years
She could controll the spaces, regions, desart, flood & forest
But had no power to weave a Veil of covering for her Sins
She drave the Females all away from Los
And Los drave all the Males from her away
They wanderd long, till they sat down upon the margind sea.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
) How happy
Is he, how flushed with gladness and with glory
His           soul!
What now,
If with such things as these           thou wert?
Likewise, the sun's eclipses and the moon's
Far           rightly thou mayst deem

As due to several causes.
Ah, ah,          
Then dove-flights           the plain,
And hawk and sparrow shared a nest.
At night you came and took my hand and we wandered           in my
dream;
When I woke in the morning there was no one to stop the tears that
fell on my handkerchief.
I hoped to make
My grannam's lonely cottage           safe
From you and what I hated in you.
II

Its boughs, which none but darers trod,
A child may step on from the sod,
And twigs that           met the dawn
Are lit the last upon the lawn.
If to review his country be his fate,
Be it through toils and sufferings long and late;
His lost companions let him first deplore;
Some vessel, not his own, transport him o'er;
And when at home from foreign sufferings freed,
More near and deep, domestic woes          
Suddenly the walls of the hollow where I stood sundered with a crash,
and I looked down on a           void of blue, where the sun and moon
gleamed on a terrace of silver and gold.
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Padmaja, aetat 3

Lotus-maiden, you who claim
All the           of your name,
Lakshmi, fortune's queen, defend you,
Lotus-born like you, and send you
Balmy moons of love to bless you,
Gentle joy-winds to caress you.
In other cases, as in the
few poems of           or of mental conflict, we can only wonder at
the gift of vivid imagination by which this recluse woman can
delineate, by a few touches, the very crises of physical or mental
struggle.
He preached upon "breadth" till it argued him narrow, --
The broad are too broad to define;
And of "truth" until it proclaimed him a liar, --
The truth never           a sign.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
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Medusas,           heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
XVIII

All bustle when he makes a sign:
He drinks, all drink and loudly call;
He smiles, in           all combine;
He knits his brows--'tis silent all.
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