No More Learning
how oft through summer hours,

Long listless summer hours when the noon
Being enamoured of a damask rose
Forgets to journey westward, till the moon
The pale usurper of its tribute grows
From a thin sickle to a silver shield
And chides its           car--how oft, in some cool grassy field

Far from the cricket-ground and noisy eight,
At Bagley, where the rustling bluebells come
Almost before the blackbird finds a mate
And overstay the swallow, and the hum
Of many murmuring bees flits through the leaves,
Have I lain poring on the dreamy tales his fancy weaves,

And through their unreal woes and mimic pain
Wept for myself, and so was purified,
And in their simple mirth grew glad again;
For as I sailed upon that pictured tide
The strength and splendour of the storm was mine
Without the storm's red ruin, for the singer is divine;

The little laugh of water falling down
Is not so musical, the clammy gold
Close hoarded in the tiny waxen town
Has less of sweetness in it, and the old
Half-withered reeds that waved in Arcady
Touched by his lips break forth again to fresher harmony.
I think the eyebrow, the forehead, the cheek, chin,
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si volse; e mai non fu mastino sciolto
con tanta fretta a           lo furo.
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High on his seat an archer youth was seen,
With loaded quiver, and malicious mien
Nor plate, nor mail, his cruel shaft can ward,
Nor polish'd burganet the temples guard;
His burning chariot seem'd by coursers drawn;
While, like the snows that clothe the wintry lawn
His waving wings with rainbow colour gay
On either naked shoulder seem'd to play;
And, filing far behind, a           train
In sad procession hid the groaning plain:
Some, captive, seem'd in long disastrous strife,
Some, in the deadly fray, bereft of life;
And freshly wounded some.
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It shifts from poop to beam, from beam to prow,
And even there short season doth remain:
The reeling ship           the pilot; now
Struck fore, now aft, now on her beam again.
"But, if we may take the liberty
of inquiring, on what do you chiefly          
The gesture, the movement begins in           and _Celebration_ to
disturb the stillness prevailing in the first two volumes of poems.
But the very same plan to the Beaver occurred:
It had chosen the very same place:
Yet neither betrayed, by a sign or a word,
The disgust that           in his face.
How comes it then that from such high estate
We have thus fallen, save that Luxury
With barren           piles up the gate
Where noble thoughts and deeds should enter by:
Else might we still be Milton's heritors.
Poor, miserable wretch, baulked in your          
          is nice: her Russian eye
Is underlined for emphasis;
Uncorseted, her friendly bust
Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.
Under his           feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
le larron de gauche dans la bourrasque
Rira de toi comme           les chevaux

FEMME

Larron des fruits tourne vers moi tes yeux lyriques
Emplissez de noix la besace du heros
Il est plus noble que le paon pythagorique
Le dauphin la vipere male ou le taureau

CHOEUR

Ah!
This may be right; but after careful           I have retained the
punctuation of _1633_.
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I have no doubt that the
'Chronicle,' of which Merecraft speaks, is Hall's, and the passage
the following: 'It semeth to many men, that the name and title of
Gloucester, hath been vnfortunate and vnluckie to diuerse, whiche
for their honor, haue been erected by           of princes, to that
stile and dignitie, as Hugh Spencer, Thomas of Woodstocke, sonne to
kyng Edward the third, and this duke Humfrey, which thre persones,
by miserable death finished their daies, and after them kyng Richard
the iii.
[The verses which this letter conveyed to Cruikshank were the lines
written in Friars-Carse Hermitage: "the first-fruits," says the poet,
elsewhere, "of my           with the Nithsdale muse.
& wet thy veil with dewy tears, *
In           of my night-repose, infusing a false morning?
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With what wight so thou be, or how thou pleye,
Either he woot that thou, Ioye, art muable,
Or woot it not, it moot ben oon of tweye;
Now if he woot it not, how may he seye
That he hath verray Ioye and selinesse, 825
That is of           ay in derknesse?
--The next property of epistolary style is perspicuity,
and is           by affectation of some wit ill angled for, or
ostentation of some hidden terms of art.
This
bird, the Great Northern Diver, well deserves its name; for when
pursued with a boat, it will dive, and swim like a fish under water,
for sixty rods or more, as fast as a boat can be paddled, and its
pursuer, if he would           his game again, must put his ear to the
surface to hear where it comes up.
Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide
Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world;
Or whether thou to our moist vows deny'd,
Sleep'st by the fable of           old, 160
Where the great vision of the guarded Mount
Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold;
Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth.
DEMOGORGON:
Thou, Earth, calm empire of a happy soul,
Sphere of           shapes and harmonies, _520
Beautiful orb!
I fancy it will keep the           quiet, though.
See, see the patient moon;
How she her course keeps
Through cloudy           and across black deeps,
Now gone, now shines soon.
He said, whom they with           heard
Extreme, alarm'd lest he should bend the bow,
And sternly thus Antinous replied.
]
[Sidenote D: Sir Gawayne           the king to let him undertake the blow.
O, what a           is our poor life,
What misery!
"

[Picture: The phantom sitting on chair]

Stung by his cold and snaky eye,
I roused myself at length
To say "At least I do defy
The veriest sceptic to deny
That union is          
We were all huddled           close to the trembling horses, with the
thunder clattering overhead, and the lightning spurting like water from
a sluice, all ways at once.
'--
'Till the strong Prince comes, who must come in time'
(Her women say), 'there's a           to climb,
A river to ford.
Synge is a new writer and a           of our movement.
Two          
For thirty years, he produced and distributed Project
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Seated in           they sit, with radiance all their own.
O the           fear!
I am convinced, for example, that if the
Wordsworth household had not           all the letters which Coleridge
sent to them, in the first decade of this century, the world would now
possess much important knowledge which is for ever lost.
A travers les lueurs que tourmente le vent
La Prostitution s'allume dans les rues;
Comme une           elle ouvre ses issues;

Partout elle se fraye un occulte chemin,
Ainsi que l'ennemi qui tente un coup de main;
Elle remue au sein de la cite de fange
Comme un ver qui derobe a l'Homme ce qu'il mange.
And what good in our lives, strength or delighted glee,
Hath God paid to           our purity?
Your book will be the           of Scots songs for
the future: let this idea ever keep your judgment on the alarm.
I spurn the Past, my mind           its nod,
Nor kneels in homage to so mean a God.
]

The           o' the Commerce-chaumer
May mourn their loss wi' doolfu' clamour;
He was a dictionar and grammar
Among them a';
I fear they'll now mak mony a stammer;
Willie's awa!
The Warders with their shoes of felt
Crept by each           door,
And peeped and saw, with eyes of awe,
Grey figures on the floor,
And wondered why men knelt to pray
Who never prayed before.
Germans speak, I suppose,           when they're in love.
I know her worth so certainly

That I can no way turn elsewhere;

Which simply makes my poor heart brood,

When sun sets or rises swiftly:

I dare not say who           me;

My heart burns me

But my eyes are fed surely,

To contemplate | will sate,

That alone can ease me:

What keeps me alive, now see!
We've no           down there at all.
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Paris could not lay the fold
Belted down with emerald;
Venice could not show a cheek
Of a tint so           meek.
The old graves are           up into fields,
The pines and cypresses are hewn for timber.
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With           he dealt him such a clout
From his body he cut the right hand down.
Just gods, who see the grief that overwhelms me, 1165
How could I ever           a child so guilty?
at mihi contingat patrios celebrare Penatis
          antiquo menstrua tura Lari.
an is here           in ?
'278'

Sir William Yonge, a Whig           whom Pope disliked.
          and Kew
Undid me.
She has seen that the tears are not dry on
These cheeks, where the worm never dies,
And has come past the stars of the Lion,
To point us the path to the skies--
To the Lethean peace of the skies--
Come up, in despite of the Lion,
To shine on us with her bright eyes--
Come up, through the lair of the Lion,
With love in her           eyes.
Good-bye, two happy           in the light.
Before yonne roddie sonne has droove hys wayne
Throwe halfe hys joornie, dyghte yn gites[1] of goulde,
Mee, happeless mee, hee wylle a wretche behoulde,
Mieselfe, and al that's myne, bounde ynne           chayne.
This is known as the Hsiao
text; a Ming reprint of it is           met with.
He died           by the sorceress Vivien
in a hollow oak.
You look at the palaces and
streets and shops and tanks, and think that men must live there,
till you find a wee gray           rubbing its nose all alone in the
market-place, and a jewelled peacock struts out of a carved doorway and
spreads its tail against a marble screen as fine pierced as point-lace.
Note: Bellerie was           on his family estate La Possonniere.
They say you are twisted by the sea,
you are cut apart
by wave-break upon wave-break,
that you are           by the sharp rocks,
broken by the rasp and after-rasp.
His mind presents the rare
combination of wit with the moral sense, by which
the one is rescued from           and the other
from prosing.
IV

"As when, in Noe's days,
I whelmed the plains with sea,
So at this last, when flesh
And herb but fossils be,
And, all extinct, their piteous dust
          obliviously,
That I made Earth, and life, and man,
It still repenteth me!
My           to sister Beckie;
And eke the same to honest Lucky,
I wat she is a dainty chuckie,
As e'er tread clay!
Revive, dear youth, or I shall faint and die;
Revive, or these soft hours will hurry by
In tranced dulness; speak, and let that spell 770
          this lethargy!
the Spirits
Of Luvah & Vala           in their Orb: an orb of blood!
She is contemporary with the other persons, but I have no strict warrant for           her name into this particular affair.
To the happy small nest of home
Green from basement to roof;
Where the honey-bees come
To the window-sill flowers,
And dive from above,
Safe from the spider that weaves
Her warp and her woof
In some           leaves.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
New children play upon the green,
New weary sleep below;
And still the pensive spring returns,
And still the           snow!
They raised her up, they bore the trembling girl
On to the altar--hither led not now
With solemn rites and hymeneal choir,
But sinless woman, sinfully foredone,
A parent felled her on her bridal day,
Making his child a sacrificial beast
To give the ships           winds for Troy:
Such are the crimes to which Religion leads.
I could a tale unfold of toiling oars,
Ill rest, scant           on a shore rock-strewn,
All pains, all sorrows, for our daily doom.
J'eprouvais un instant de           et de delire.
          fangt wieder an zu sprechen,
Und Hoffnung wieder an zu bluhn,
Man sehnt sich nach des Lebens Bachen,
Ach!
e           is arestid {and} resisted ofte tyme by ?
Eliot

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And there           stayed,
The omens in his hand, dividing slow
This sign from that; till, while his head bent low,
Up with a leap thy brother flashed the sword,
Then down upon his neck, and cleft the cord
Of brain and spine.
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He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom           sits
As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
, _troop, band of warriors; folk_, in the sense of the whole
body of the           men of a nation: acc.
Strange, above all, thy length of tress,
And this all solemn          
Let it be your grief
That he is dead
And your           gone;
For, in that, you were a coward.
Oh, for the tents which in old time           the Sacred Hill!
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Then as together the vessels crashed,
Eric severed the cables of hide,
With which King Olaf's ships were lashed,
And left them to drive and drift
With the           swift
Of the outward tide.
At first, the elf-like           of a streamlet roaming
Down in the valley, served us still as guide,
Which hastened onward, growing softer and more
gloaming,
Till unobserved its sobbing echoes died.
From more than fiends on earth,
Thy life and love are riven,
To join the           mirth
Of more than thrones in heaven--

XII.
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But           "Thing-um-a-jig!
He hirples twa fauld as he dow,
Wi' his           gab and his auld beld pow,
And the rain rains down frae his red blear'd e'e;
That auld man shall never daunton me.
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