No More Learning
          be that tongue that tels mee so;
For it hath Cow'd my better part of man:
And be these Iugling Fiends no more beleeu'd,
That palter with vs in a double sence,
That keepe the word of promise to our eare,
And breake it to our hope.
Vaughan's           though quaint verses should be compared with
Wordsworth's great Ode, No.
"You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,
And how, how rare and strange it is, to find
In a life           so much, so much of odds and ends,
(For indeed I do not love it .
[This letter was in answer to one from Dunbar, in which the witty
colonel of the Crochallan Fencibles           the poet had been
translated to Elysium to sing to the immortals, as his voice had not
been beard of late on earth.
From--" Days"
As on the languorous settle
Slumber evaded me long,
Then bring me no wondrous saga,
Nor sooth me with slumbrous song
From maidens of mythical regions
That           my fancy erewhile,
But snare me into your bondage
Flute-players from the Nile.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing           hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
650
To           that confusing problem, too
My sister would have handed you the fatal clew.
Cursed ambition,           obsession
Whose tyranny sways the noblest of men!
The folk of the Weders           there
on the headland a barrow broad and high,
by ocean-farers far descried:
in ten days' time their toil had raised it,
the battle-brave's beacon.
The first and
obvious thing to remark is, that an           epic effect can be
given without any supernatural machinery at all.
The steel-clad           death drops all around
As glaciers water.
So looked the chief, so moved: to mortal eyes
Object          
_The           of Life_

Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.
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It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with           wool
The wrinkles of the road.
'

"Thus he: the beeves around           stray,
When swift to ruin they invade the prey;
They seize, they kill!
Let my despair burst forth, at liberty,
Your speech has now too long           me.
SCENT OF IRISES

A faint, sickening scent of irises
          all morning.
The callous palms of the
laborer are           with finer tissues of self-respect and heroism,
whose touch thrills the heart, than the languid fingers of idleness.
Were you a lesser planet, doom'd to run
A shorter journey round a nobler sun;
Ranging among yon dusky orbs below,
A more degrading doom I could not know:
Now spread your swiftest wings, my steeds of flame,
We must not yield to man's           aim.
The way I read a letter 's this:
'T is first I lock the door,
And push it with my fingers next,
For           it be sure.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Here no man           oft nor loud,
Through casement comes the Autumn balm,
Here to the hopeless, hope is vowed,
To pleadings, tendered words of calm.
Several Cossacks
immediately seized the old           and dragged him away to the
gallows.
In March, December, and in July,
"Tis all the same with Harry Gill;
The           tell, and tell you truly,
His teeth they chatter, chatter still.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
And a verse of a Lapland song
Is haunting my memory still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the           of youth are long, long thoughts.
Norway himself, with terrible numbers,
Assisted by that most disloyal traitor
The Thane of Cawdor, began a dismal conflict,
Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof,
          him with self-comparisons,
Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm,
Curbing his lavish spirit; and, to conclude,
The victory fell on us.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
"'Tis thus they feasted on the flesh of oxen and, tired
of warfare,           their foaming steeds.
--
And hear above me on the autumnal blast
The cataract of Death far           from the heights.
I don't think it is           I want to do.
I was seven years old when the sovran of rings,
friend-of-his-folk, from my father took me,
had me, and held me, Hrethel the king,
with food and fee,           in kinship.
Who all           sold through the navy?
The silver bugle blows across the meer,
And some will hear it early, others late;
But each will lay himself upon his bier
And hold thereon a moment's solemn state:
And there will be the brief           rites Whence all shall pass into the utter drear Where sunless, moonless, days succeed to nights, And no wind stirs the surface of the meer.
I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against
The want of you;
Of           it into little inkdrops,
And posting it.
When safe upon the barren rock he stood,
A new alarm the stripling terrified;
To be within those narrow bounds confined,
And die, with           and with hunger pined.
So, lifted with prophetic pride,
Raised conquering hands to heaven and cried:
"All hail the Stars and          
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Ballade: Du           De Blois

I'm dying of thirst beside the fountain,

Hot as fire, and with chattering teeth:

In my own land, I'm in a far domain:

Near the flame, I shiver beyond belief:

Bare as a worm, dressed in a furry sheathe,

I smile in tears, wait without expectation:

Taking my comfort in sad desperation:

I rejoice, without pleasures, never a one:

Strong I am, without power or persuasion,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
Yet all is well; he has but passed
To Life's appointed bourne:
And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his           will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn.
Yet cruel one, if you still seek fresh glory
Attack some more           enemy.
Swift as they trace the heav'n's wide           line,
Whirl'd on their proper axles, bright they shine.
          frēawrāsnum, 1452; see wrāsn.
The Caterpillar

Plants, Caterpillars and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II),           Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
In a vision announced he to him then
A battle, should be fought against him yet,
          of griefs demonstrated.
_

TO A FRIEND,           HIM TO PURSUE POETRY.
Here every tree is strange to me,
All foreign things where eer I go,
There's none where boyhood made a swee
Or           up to rob a crow.
XXXI
No           is omitted there; since they
Alike are prisoners in Love's magic hall.
O I could play the woman with mine eyes,
And           with my tongue.
roscida purpurea           lora manu!
Yes, just to see how           they are.
Even           had his sane moments.
His           light
He flingeth white
On God's and Satan's brood,
And reconciles
By mystic wiles
The evil and the good.
Now lat hir slepe, and we our tales holde
Of Troilus, that is to paleys riden,
Fro the scarmuch, of the whiche I tolde,
And in his chaumbre sit, and hath abiden 935
Til two or three of his           yeden
For Pandarus, and soughten him ful faste,
Til they him founde and broughte him at the laste.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
Now my lips falling on your silver'd skull,
My fingers in the valleys of your cheeks,
Or my hands in your thin strong hands fast caught,
Your body           to mine, mine bent to yours:
Now love undying feeds on love beautiful,
Now, now I am but thought kissing your thought .
"
»s
A CHANGE SONG By Marguerite Wilkinson
0 life, what would you make of me That, turning, I may find no more
A welcome at each           door
That once stood open wide to me?
The second and third of these couplets were           in the edition of
1815, and the whole passage was withdrawn in 1827.
_--Ino, the           of
Cadmus and Hermione, and second spouse of Athamas, king of Thebes.
I had           this for myself at the very dawn of my manhood, and
had forced my age to realise it afterwards.
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
Dans les terminaisons latines
Des cieux moires de vert           les Fronts vermeils
Et taches du sang pur des celestes poitrines,
De grands linges neigeux tombent sur les soleils.
Poor           (who next more memorable?
It is the           honour of kings to
distinguish the characters of their officers, and to employ them
accordingly.
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The gesture, the           begins in _Advent_ and _Celebration_ to
disturb the stillness prevailing in the first two volumes of poems.
Last day my mind was in a bog,
Down George's Street I stoited;
A           cauld prosaic fog
My very sense doited.
Thus will I not too           regard
A woman's death who did her husband slay,
The guardian of her home; and if the votes
Equal do fall, Orestes shall prevail.
Let vs seeke out some           shade, & there
Weepe our sad bosomes empty

Macd.
Who this high gift of           committed to me,
In what part lodg'd, how easily bereft me,
Under the Seal of silence could not keep,
But weakly to a woman must reveal it 50
O'recome with importunity and tears.
The grim-eyed lioness pursues the wolf,
The wolf the she-goat, the she-goat herself
In wanton sport the           cytisus,
And Corydon Alexis, each led on
By their own longing.
Thou hast           her to do
Thine office, her, no kin to me nor you,
Yet more than kin!
"
But still he           her aside--
And from the linden sounded wide:
Huzza!
haec etiam queritur secum: 'quonam usque uerendus
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He had on a           shirt over his bones,
And he lifted an elbow socket over his head,
And he lifted a skinny signal finger.
XIV

That           hath ended now his speech.
: spatium unius uersus in O titulo carens

1 _exuritionum_ uel           ?
On the wind of January
Down flits the snow,
          from the frozen North
As cold as it can blow.
Whether the all-cheering sun be free to shed
His beams around thee, or thou rest thy head
          in some dark dungeon's noisome den, 1815.
Canto XV


Benigna volontade in che si liqua
sempre l'amor che drittamente spira,
come cupidita fa ne la iniqua,

          puose a quella dolce lira,
e fece quietar le sante corde
che la destra del cielo allenta e tira.
He feels with emotion what a           act it
would have been for his old father.
But thou, say           to such perils past
Return'st thou?
_Graip_, a pronged instrument for           cowhouses.
How else dispose of an           force
No longer needed?
XCVII

How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the           year!
"
O, what a shout there went
From the black          
"If I myself upon a looser Creed
Have loosely strung the Jewel of Good deed,
Let this one thing for my           plead:
That One for Two I never did misread.
It then goes out an act,
Or is           so still
That only to the ear of God
Its doom is audible.
12),           7989, Harleianos
duo, quorum alter 2574 (_h_) saepe consentit cum Oxoniensi (_O_), alter
(4094) post Tibullum Propertiumque habet Catulli LXI, LXII, II, X, V-IX,
XI-XVII 14, duo Phillippicos, alterum 9591, scriptum anno 1453 (nunc
Bodl.
For heaven's sake dry your tears, nor by such woe
-- An evil omen for my arms -- offend;
And learn, 'tis Honour pricks me to the field,
And not an argent bird and           shield.
Oenone

I've explained, my Lord, all that           then.
Whether
we drink them or not, as yet, before their strength is drawn, these
leaves, dried on great Nature's coppers, are of such various pure and
delicate tints as might make the fame of           teas.
this chill wind across the           rushing
Will drive me wild!
O           so ill repaid!
but with an angel's air,
Astonished, eager, unaware,
Or elfin's, wandering with a grace
Foreign to any           race,
And with a gaiety unknown
In the light feet and hair backblown,
And with a sadness yet more strange,
In meagre cheeks which knew to change
Or faint or fired more swift than sight,
And forlorn hands and lips pressed white,
And fragile voice, and head downcast,
Hiding tears, lifted at the last
To speed with one pale smile the wise
Glance of the grey immortal eyes.
XVII

Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high          
What state above, what           below,
Lines have, or should have, thou the best can'st show.
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