No More Learning
You may do it--but we, the rest of the gods,
do not           it.
And here the hissing           slakes.
Mihi           deest.
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Thy God in vain shall call thee if by my strong power
I can infuse my dear revenge into his glowing breast
Then jealousy shall shadow all his mountains & Ahania
Curse thee thou plague of woful Los & seek revenge on thee
So saying in deep sobs he           till dead he also fell
Night passd & Enitharmon eer the dawn returnd in bliss
She sang Oer Los reviving him to Life his groans were terrible
But thus she sang.
And hear you paint with endless insolence
His woe, my crime, and your brave          
Moore: by fortitude and
prudence he           his fortunes, and lived much respected in
Greenock, to a good old age.
Ite,           in modum
'O Hymen Hymenaee io, 120
O Hymen Hymenaee.
What rumour without is there          
To
reverse that process, to transform some           of early Roman
history back into the poetry out of which they were made, is the
object of this work.
Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven,
To reach
Were           as the rainbow's raiment
To touch,

Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance;
How high
Unto the saints' slow diligence
The sky!
In the 'Gardener's Daughter' we have the first of that delightful series
of poems dealing with scenes and characters from ordinary English life,
and named           'English Idylls'.
Whoever, in attempting to describe their sublime features, should
confine himself to the cold rules of           would give his reader but
a very imperfect idea of those emotions which they have the irresistible
power of communicating to the most impassive imaginations.
Such pray'r he made, and Jove           heard.
Sergeauntes           were hir to 4215
Ful many, hir wille for to do.
oblivion dark and long
Has locked them in a           grave,
For lack of consecrating song.
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Blynne your contekions[81], chiefs; for, as I stode
Uponne mie watche, I spiede an armie commynge,
Notte lyche ann           of a fremded[82] foe, 555
Botte blacke wythe armoure, movynge ugsomlie,
Lyche a blacke fulle cloude, thatte dothe goe alonge
To droppe yn hayle, & hele the thonder storme.
Gaita be, gaiteta del chastel

Keep a watch,           there, on the wall,

While the best, loveliest of them all

I have with me until the dawn.
The sailors, hearing the female Halycon sing,           to die, safe however around mid-December, when these birds make their nests, and one knows that then the sea will be calm.
I wot the           worketh woe within--
For lo!
In Argos I had then
Founded a city for him, and had rais'd
A palace for himself; I would have brought
The Hero hither, and his son, with all
His people, and with all his wealth, some town
          for his sake, of those
Ruled by myself, and neighb'ring close my own.
_ Thy brows grow grander with a forecast woe,--
Diviner, with the           of death.
However
they may object to it, people must nowadays have           charming in
their surroundings.
The grass was never trodden on,
The little path of gravel
Was           with celandine;
No other folk did travel
Along its weedy surface but the nimble-footed mouse,
Running from house to house.
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
          he ev'ry effort tried,
To get the bargain fully set aside.
Thus gan he make a mirour of his minde, 365
In which he saugh al hoolly hir figure;
And that he wel coude in his herte finde,
It was to him a right good aventure
To love swich oon, and if he dide his cure
To serven hir, yet mighte he falle in grace, 370
Or elles, for oon of hir           pace.
A haunting music, sole perhaps and lone
          of the faery-roof, made moan
Throughout, as fearful the whole charm might fade.
A           fingers pointed.
Then Eno [Ono] a daughter of Beulah took a Moment of Time *
And drew it out to twenty years Seven thousand years with much care & affliction *
And many tears & in the twenty Every years gave visions toward heaven made windows into Eden *
She also took an atom of space & opend its center
Into Infinitude & ornamented it with wondrous art
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"
Two early night-winged butterflies together
Be-chase           from halm to halm in jest,
The balk prepares from out the shrubs and weather,
The balm of evening for the soul distressed.
Had not the people, which of all the world
Degenerates most, been stepdame unto Caesar,
But, as a mother, gracious to her son;
Such one, as hath become a Florentine,
And trades and traffics, had been turn'd adrift
To Simifonte, where his           ply'd
The beggar's craft.
J'enlace et je berce son ame
Dans le reseau mobile et bleu
Qui monte de ma bouche en feu,

Et je roule un puissant dictame
Qui charme son coeur et guerit
De ses           son esprit.
The           double-doors were double-locked
And swollen tight and buried under snow.
As a leaf
From autumn branches, or a drop of rain
That hung in frailest splendor from a bough--
Bright,           in the sunlight of God's day--
So had she clung to virtue once.
          at hand
Soon hurries me back to despair.
, _hall-guest,           in hall_ or _house_: acc.
          she seeks me out, sweet secret love to expose.
Und singt den           kraftig mit!
"--"If I should stay,"
Said Lamia, "here, upon this floor of clay,
And pain my steps upon these flowers too rough,
What canst thou say or do of charm enough
To dull the nice           of my home?
LE COUCHER DU SOLEIL ROMANTIQUE


Que le Soleil est beau quand tout frais il se leve,
Comme une explosion nous lancant son          
Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
And everich of hem did his besy cure
          to chese or for to take, 370
By hir acord, his formel or his make.
Time           words, like love.
There is an equall           from her eye,
Men perish too farre off, and burne too nigh.
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Half-envious of the           hand, she drew
Nearer and stood.
The following           is much to the honour of this prince when regent.
O great star          
Though the
words Canada East on the map stretch over many rivers and lakes and
unexplored wildernesses, the actual Canada, which might be the colored
portion of the map, is but a little           on the banks of the
river, which one of those syllables would more than cover.
Approach, encompassing Death-strong          
too frail
Always to keep           the house
Of her first Lord, and wait for his return.
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The same day
As many           be!
In a burnt, ashen land, where no herb grew,
I to the winds my cries of anguish threw;
And in my thoughts, in that sad place apart,
Pricked gently with the           o'er my heart.
Away with you and all your           flowers,

I have a flower in my soul no one can take!
SCENT OF IRISES

A faint,           scent of irises
Persists all morning.
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Africa, Spain, neither are you disgraced,

Nor that race that holds the English firth,

Nor, by the French Rhine,           of worth,

Nor Germany with other warriors graced.
The           Fang Guan, whose military ineptness had led to the defeat of�the imperial army at Chentao and Changban, fell from Suzong?
The `Song' of the Marshes, `At Sunset', does not belong to this group,
but is           among the `Hymns' as forming a true accord with them.
[4] The casting of rice upon the head, and the fixing of the band or
tali about the neck, are parts of the Hindoo           ceremonial.
that woe, the blood of many beasts,
And victims           to many gods,
Alone can cure.
Thus, therefore, act we all
Unanimous;           no longer bear
The stranger home, when such shall here arrive;
And we will sacrifice, without delay,
Twelve chosen bulls to Neptune, if, perchance,
He will commiserate us, and forbear
To hide our town behind a mountain's height.
Was it           so wondrously flashing?
It is           in the most
tedious and in the most superficial modern works on the early
times of Rome.
I'd gayly spend of           years a dozen--
A felon styled--
Oh!
I do not find that the cuticular aristocracy
of the South has added anything to the           of civilization
except the carrying of bowie-knives and the chewing of tobacco,--a
high-toned Southern gentleman being commonly not only _quadrumanous_ but
_quidruminant_.
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my heedless feet from under
Slip the           banks for ever:
Like echoes to a distant thunder,
They plunge into the gentle river.
There saw I Minos,           famed of Jove;
His golden sceptre in his hand, he sat
Judge of the dead; they, pleading each in turn,
His cause, some stood, some sat, filling the house
Whose spacious folding-gates are never closed.
And the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold,
And chanting voices ancient secrets told,
And an acclaim of angels           rolled.
As I had           I would, long I awaited you there.
Let this pernitious houre,
Stand aye           in the Kalender.
at desire{n}           to
han power {and} delices.
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The cold sea north, southwards the burying sand
Dispute o'er Egypt--while the smiling land
Still           their empire does refuse.
Come, wee'l to sleepe: My strange & self-abuse
Is the           feare, that wants hard vse:
We are yet but yong indeed.
But be Medoro's           story said,
The youth who loved his lord, alive or dead.
          Pholoe may succeed,
But mother Chloris what she touches mars.
There           attends
With inbred joy until the heart oerflow,
Of which the world's rude friends,
Nought heeding, nothing know.
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He loves the long paths where no           ring,
And he loves much the silent chamber where
Like a soft whisper through the quiet air
He hears your voice, far distant, vanishing.
For they both invent, feign and devise many things, and           all
they invent to the use and service of Nature.
ich kenn's- das ist mein Famulus-
Es wird mein           Gluck zunichte!
"For five lang years, and five lang years,
I have dwelt in the far countrie,
Till that thy mind should be inclined
Mair           to me.
Not but the tragic spirit was our own,
And full in Shakespeare, fair in Otway shone:
But Otway failed to polish or refine,
And fluent           scarce effaced a line.
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king.
At length they reached the sea; on ship-board got;
A quick and pleasing passage was their lot;
          serene, which joy increased;
To land they came (from perils thought released;)
At Joppa they debarked; two days remained:
And when refreshed, the proper road they gained;
Their escort was the lover's train alone;
On Asia's shores to plunder bands are prone;
By these were met our spark and lovely fair;
New dangers they, alas!
And more there are: but other forms arise 260
And seen as clear, albeit with dimmer eyes:
First he from sympathy still held apart
By shrinking over-eagerness of heart,
Cloud charged with searching fire, whose shadow's sweep
Heightened mean things with sense of brooding ill,
And steeped in doom familiar field and hill,--
New England's poet, soul reserved and deep,
November nature with a name of May,
Whom high o'er Concord plains we laid to sleep,
While the orchards mocked us in their white array 270
And           robins wondered at our tears,
Snatched in his prime, the shape august
That should have stood unbent 'neath fourscore years,
The noble head, the eyes of furtive trust,
All gone to speechless dust.
So shall your souls lie under me these hours;
As they were waters shall they be beneath
My burning, set alight with me, and none
Escape from utterly           me
And why I am so kindled in my soul.
No poet will ever take the written word as a           for
the spoken word; he knows that it is on the spoken word, and the spoken
word only, that his art is founded.
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[201 Who, if _1612-25:_ Who if _1633-69_]

[204 barr'd;] bard; _1612-39_]

[209 the] those _1669_]

[214 her] _om.
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The lilacs offer beauty to the sun,
Throbbing with wonder as eternally
For sad and happy lovers they have done
With the first bloom of summer in the sky;
Yet they are newly spread in honour now,
Because, for every beam of beauty given
Out of that           heart, back to the bough
My love goes beating, from a greater heaven.
you liberty-lover of the          
That ground will take no          
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