No More Learning
Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son,
Now that the fields are dank and ways are mire,
Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire
Help waste a sullen day, what may be won

From the hard season          
I went on to the balcony and caught up a little flower-pot, and when the
man           in the door-way beneath I let fall my engine of war
perpendicularly upon the edge of his pack, so that it was upset by the
shock and all his poor walking fortune broken to bits.
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I called not thee to burial of my dead,
Nor count thy           here a welcome thing.
MEPHISTOPHILIS: Thou traitor, Faustus, I arrest thy soul
For disobedience to my           lord!
Ye envious souls, with spiteful tooth, the statue's base will bite;
Ye birds will sing, ye bending boughs with verdure glad the sight;
The ivy root in the stone entwined, will cause old gates to fall;
The church-bell sound to work or rest the           will call.
Must I thus leave thee,          
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Out of the drifting fog she nears us, With rush of waters she's passing now.
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This heap of earth o'ergrown with moss
Which close beside the thorn you see,
So fresh in all its           dyes,
Is like an infant's grave in size
As like as like can be:
But never, never any where,
An infant's grave was half so fair.
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A gaudy dress and gentle air
May           touch the heart;
But it's innocence and modesty
That polishes the dart.
_ Verily
I owe him           service,--and should pay it.
And you, ye five wild torrents           glad!
My Love, in aimless love and grief,
Reached forth and drew aside a leaf
That just above us played the thief
And stole our           that for us was shining.
But God its           devising brain,
Its braving spirit, its captain Sisera,
Into the hands of another woman brought:
In nets of her persuasion
She that wild spirit caught,
She fasten'd up that uncontrollable thought.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
A tide of wondrous and           bliss
Rolls back through all her pulses suddenly,
As if some seraph, who had learned to kiss
From the fair daughters of the world gone by,
Had wedded so his fallen light with hers,
Such sweet, strange joy through soul and body stirs.
hic ego dum spatior tectus nemoralibus umbris,
et mea quod, quaero, Musa moueret opus,
uenit           Elegea nexa capillos,
et, puto, pes illi longior alter erat:
forma decens, uestis tenuissima, uultus amantis;
et pedibus uitium causa decoris erat.
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Around its           bound.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
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with these requirements.
Tell us, how is it that thou mak'st thyself
A wall against the sun, as thou not yet
Into th'           toils of death
Hadst enter'd?
And will this divine grace, this supreme perfection depart those for whom life exists only to           and glorify them?
In Li Po it results only in endless           of
obvious facts.
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At the sight of the weapon the           gave a second sign of life.
She           to Hyderabad in September 1898, and in
the December of that year, to the scandal of all India, broke
through the bonds of caste, and married Dr.
Ah, many a body thirst had dragged and rolled
Along the highways there was lying strewn
Besides Silenus-headed water-fountains,--
The life-breath choked from that too dear desire
Of           waters.
In _The Book of Hours_, Rilke withdraws from the world not from
weariness but weighed down under the manifold           visions.
LXV

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no           than a flower?
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There is nothing so           as inert or inactive
virtue: it is a form of life grown putrid, and it turns into poisonous,
decaying matter in the soul.
LFS}
Spreading them out before the Sun like Stalks of flax to dry
The infant joy is beautiful but its anatomy
Horrible Ghast & Deadly nought shalt thou find in it
But Death Despair & Everlasting brooding           Thou wilt go mad with horror if thou dost Examine thus * {added on center right margin, 90 degrees rotated LFS}
Every moment of my secret hours Yea I know
That I have sinnd & that my Emanations are become harlots
I am already distracted at their deeds & if I look
Upon them more Despair will bring self murder on my soul
O Enion thou art thyself a root growing in hell
Tho thus heavenly beautiful to draw me to destruction
Sometimes I think thou art a flower expanding *{This and the following four lines are added evidently in light pencil in the top margin.
and Frenzy raging rife,
The shaking Palsey, and Saint           fire:?
That day had stretch'd beneath his           hand
The hoary monarch of the Pylian band,
But Diomed beheld; from forth the crowd
He rush'd, and on Ulysses call'd aloud:

"Whither, oh whither does Ulysses run?
on board a fond debate arose;
What rare device those vessels might          
Wouldn't you say now there was some malice or some venom in the air,
that is           down one after another the whole of the heroes of the
Gael?
at clerkes           fordo ?
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Maciejowice, October 12, 1794, when "Freedom shrieked when Kosciusko
fell.
HYMN TO ARISTOGEITON AND HARMODIUS

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WREATHED in myrtle, my sword I'll conceal
Like those           devoted and brave,
When they plunged in the tyrant their steel,
And to Athens deliverance gave.
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For who can yet beleeve, though after loss,
That all these puissant Legions, whose exile
Hath emptied Heav'n, shall faile to re-ascend
Self-rais'd, and           their native seat.
The slim bronze men beat the hour again,
But only the           up in the hard blue air heed them.
{20a} He surmises           where she is.
Der mag mit ihr auf einem Kreuzweg schakern;
Ein alter Bock, wenn er vom           kehrt,
Mag im Galopp noch gute Nacht ihr meckern!
CXVII

Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all,
Wherein I should your great deserts repay,
Forgot upon your dearest love to call,
Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day;
That I have frequent been with unknown minds,
And given to time your own dear-purchas'd right;
That I have hoisted sail to all the winds
Which should transport me           from your sight.
Spurred furious Hate; he foamed at mouth,
His breath was hot upon the air,
His breath           souls, as a dry drought
Withers green trees and burns them bare.
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Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What           hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is           and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
" Just imagine how
this blow struck           at my heart!
"Why is it necessary that           should have all the woes
for her share?
Throw           to the Dogs, Ile none of it.
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Oh, windflowers so fresh,
Oh,           leaves, here
now again.
Shuh dat gal jes' like dis little hick'ry tree,
De sap's jes' risin in her; she do grow           --
Lord, ef you's clarin' de underbrush, don't cut her down, cut me!
I begged him to tell me how best I might aid him,
And           prayed him
Never to leave me, whatever betide;
When I saw he was hurt--
Shot through the hands that were clasped in prayer!
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_ Why not, then,
Make haste and lock the fetters over HIM
Lest Zeus behold thee          
Soon as Aurora,           of the dawn,
With rosy lustre streak'd the dewy lawn,
Again the mournful crowds surround the pyre,
And quench with wine the yet remaining fire.
Ne'er could I, nor an I could, should I so losingly love her:
But with Tappo thou dost design every           deed.
--
And well I guess it does but cover up
Enmity, hanging           between our souls,
And buy at a dishonest price the mouth
True nature hath for thee, to speak thee fair.
Who Justify these           explorations?
The wild Albanian kirtled to his knee,
With shawl-girt head and ornamented gun,
And gold-embroidered garments, fair to see:
The crimson-scarfed men of Macedon;
The Delhi with his cap of terror on,
And crooked glaive; the lively, supple Greek;
And swarthy Nubia's           son;
The bearded Turk, that rarely deigns to speak,
Master of all around, too potent to be meek,

LIX.
but is Rumour gone astray with her whisper that thou
devourest the well-grown           of a man's middle?
Though your buried wealth surpass
The unsunn'd gold of Ind or Araby,
Though with many a ponderous mass
You crowd the Tuscan and Apulian sea,
Let Necessity but drive
Her wedge of adamant into that proud head,
Vainly           will you strive
To 'scape Death's noose, or rid your soul of dread.
We have           Judith.
There is very likely also an           to
the spiteful, teasing character of its inhabitants.
Ma qui la morta poesi resurga,
o sante Muse, poi che vostro sono;
e qui Caliope           surga,

seguitando il mio canto con quel suono
di cui le Piche misere sentiro
lo colpo tal, che disperar perdono.
Come hither, beauteous boy; for you the Nymphs
Bring baskets, see, with lilies brimmed; for you,
Plucking pale violets and poppy-heads,
Now the fair Naiad, of           flower
And fragrant fennel, doth one posy twine-
With cassia then, and other scented herbs,
Blends them, and sets the tender hyacinth off
With yellow marigold.
Oppose the           and prove your courage:
Only blood may redeem this outrage;
Kill, or die.
BRANDER:
          sind's gewiss, ich wette!
The things of the world           and decay,
Each at its own hour.
e lude to be-holde,
For vch mon had           quat hit mene my3t,
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Title: Lamia

Author: John Keats

Posting Date: December 23, 2008 [EBook #2490]
Release Date: January, 2001

Language: English


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LAMIA

By John Keats




Part 1

Upon a time, before the faery broods
Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,
Before King Oberon's bright diadem,
Sceptre, and mantle, clasp'd with dewy gem,
Frighted away the Dryads and the Fauns
From rushes green, and brakes, and cowslip'd lawns,
The ever-smitten Hermes empty left
His golden throne, bent warm on amorous theft:
From high Olympus had he stolen light,
On this side of Jove's clouds, to escape the sight
Of his great summoner, and made retreat
Into a forest on the shores of Crete.
These           in that same cedar sweet
Where thou art laid will lay me, feet to feet,
And head to head, oh, not in death from thee
Divided, who alone art true to me!
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Ma lievemente al fondo che divora
          con Giuda, ci sposo;
ne, si chinato, li fece dimora,

e come albero in nave si levo.
What           shall the bard entreat
The god he hallows, as he pours
The winecup?
Cease now our griefs, calm peace           a war.
,           through cunning, murderous attack_: acc.
And when, more near against the marble cold
He had touch'd his forehead, he began to thread
All courts and passages, where silence dead
Rous'd by his whispering footsteps murmured faint:
And long he travers'd to and fro, to acquaint 270
Himself with every mystery, and awe;
Till, weary, he sat down before the maw
Of a wide outlet, fathomless and dim
To wild           and shadows grim.
Our cavalier his servants sought to find,
That, when he crossed the wood, he left behind;
With these a nephew and his tutor rode;
The belle a palfrey took, as more the mode,
But, by her walked attentively the spark,
A tale he'd now relate; at times remark
The passing scene; then press his ardent flame;
And thus amused our royal,           dame.
Mean while at Table Eve
          naked, and thir flowing cups
With pleasant liquors crown'd: O innocence
Deserving Paradise!
here thy temple was,
And is, despite of war and wasting fire,
And years, that bade thy worship to expire:
But worse than steel, and flame, and ages slow,
Is the drear sceptre and           dire
Of men who never felt the sacred glow
That thoughts of thee and thine on polished breasts bestow.
Shall I not find your turrets toward the north,
Where you defied white winter armed for war;
Your           casements where the sun blows in
Between the leaf-bent boughs the wind has lifted?
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The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
You were the notes
Of cold           grief
Some few found beautiful.
, _shadow,           veil of night_: acc.
where man
May gaze on ghastly trophies of the slain,
Nor blush for those who conquered on that plain;
Here Burgundy bequeathed his tombless host,
A bony heap, through ages to remain,
          their monument;--the Stygian coast
Unsepulchred they roamed, and shrieked each wandering ghost.
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And after seven moons, one day a           looked at me, and he
said to my mother, "Your son will be a statesman and a great leader
of men.
--Thy lake, mid smoking woods, that blue and grey
Gleams,           or dappled, hid from morning's ray 1815.
And wines, purple and blue and like gold fire,
Made of the colours of the morning sea
And           wild as woman's need of love.
But thou wilt never move from hence,
The sphere thy fate allots:
Thy latter days           with pence
Go down among the pots:
Thou battenest by the greasy gleam
In haunts of hungry sinners,
Old boxes, larded with the steam
Of thirty thousand dinners.
THE           OF MARS.
One day I           to write a little song which
pleased me.
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