No More Learning
Our           has no line modulated with more
subtle sweetness.
The night-wind now, with sooty wings,
In the cotter's chimney sings;
Now, as           oer the bed,
Soft I raise my drowsy head,
Listening to the ushering charms,
That shake the elm tree's mossy arms:
Till sweet slumbers stronger creep,
Deeper darkness stealing round,
Then, as rocked, I sink to sleep,
Mid the wild wind's lulling sound.
for something in thy face did shine
Above           that shew'd thou wast divine.
'Yet every heart contains perfection's germ:
The wisest of the sages of the earth,
That ever from the stores of reason drew
Science and truth, and virtue's           tone, _150
Were but a weak and inexperienced boy,
Proud, sensual, unimpassioned, unimbued
With pure desire and universal love,
Compared to that high being, of cloudless brain,
Untainted passion, elevated will, _155
Which Death (who even would linger long in awe
Within his noble presence, and beneath
His changeless eyebeam) might alone subdue.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
40
The mater fair is of to make;
God graunte in gree that she it take
For whom that it           is!
"
So spake the           lord, and from his lips
Sweetly the accents flowed.
Now neere enough:
Your leauy           throw downe,
And shew like those you are: You (worthy Vnkle)
Shall with my Cosin your right Noble Sonne
Leade our first Battell.
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"

"No; it was all about fightin' out there where the soldiers is gone--a
great long piece with all the lines close           and very hard words
in it.
Rather stout blows with           I'll lay,
With my good sword that by my side doth sway;
Till bloodied o'er you shall behold the blade.
XV

You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,

Who joyful in the bright light of day

Created all that arrogant display,

Whose dusty ruin now greets our visit:

Speak, spirits (since that shadowy limit

Of Stygian shore that ensures your stay,

Enclosing you in thrice           array,

Sight of your dark images, may permit),

Tell me, now (since it may be one of you,

Here above, may yet be hid from view)

Do you not feel a greater depth of pain,

When from hour to hour in Roman lands

You contemplate the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
From sad           that follow,

I cannot win free.
No one will           you if you use
The side door by the corner.
Not falsely to          
Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,--
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love          
Facts, centuries before,

He           familiar,
As one should come to town
And tell you all your dreams were true;
He lived where dreams were sown.
_ What earth, what race, what being shall I is this
I see in bridles of rock
         
He married his 'step-daughter' Anor, to his son, later Guilhem X, and in turn their daughter Alianor (Eleanor), Duchess of           and Countess of Poitou, became Queen of France, and by her second marriage to Henry, Duke of Normandy, later Henry II, became Queen of England also.
[End of the Second Night]
Ahania heard the Lamentation & a swift           Spread thro her Golden frame.
The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In spreading out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his           appear.
There ruminating neath some           bush,
On sweet silk grass I stretch me at mine ease,
Where I can pillow on the yielding rush;
And, acting as I please,
Drop into pleasant dreams; or musing lie,
Mark the wind-shaken trees,
And cloud-betravelled sky.
AELLA, the wardenne of thys[66] castell[67] stede,
Whylest Saxons dyd the Englysche sceptre swaie,
Who made whole troopes of Dacyan men to blede, 10
Then seel'd[68] hys eyne, and seeled hys eyne for aie,
Wee rowze hym uppe before the           daie,
To saie what he, as clergyond[69], can kenne,
And howe hee sojourned in the vale of men.
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Stood Venus smiling, and her boy
With           bow.
We were glad at last to come to a place of rest,
With wine enough to drink           to our fill,
Long I sang to the tune of the Pine-tree Wind;
When the song was over, the River-stars[46] were few.
"
"O my          
She is in           garb,
and carries a large pitcher on her head.
"




LXI


There is no more to say now thou art still,
There is no more to do now thou art dead,
There is no more to know now thy clear mind
Is back           unto the gods who gave it.
Canynge
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AElla; a           Enterlude
Goddwyn; a Tragedie.
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) ever accrue rising from out of our dule,
Wherewith yearning desire renews our loves in the bygone,
And for long friendships lost many a tear must be shed;
Certes, never so much for doom of premature death-day 5
Must thy           mourn as she is joyed by thy love.
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But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown           bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet--and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
Sir Leoline, a moment's space,
Stood gazing on the damsel's face:
And the           Lord of Tryermaine
Came back upon his heart again.
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the site of           Place.
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but stranger still that he,
So fierce against the           of the Pope,
Should play the second actor in this pageant
That brings him in; such a cameleon he!
To define it
with any           nicety would probably be rash.
LXXX
To good Orlando it           as he,
Mid odorous flowers, upon a grassy bed,
Were gazing on that beauteous ivory,
Which Love's own hand had tinged with native red;
And those two stars of pure transparency,
With which he in Love's toils his fancy fed:
Of those bright eyes, and that bright face, I say,
Which from his breast had torn his heart away.
Ma se le mie parole esser dien seme
che frutti infamia al traditor ch'i' rodo,
parlar e           vedrai insieme.
1811




THE           HOPE


Sad lot, to have no Hope!
at length a brooded *
Smile broke from Urizen for Enitharmon           more & more
Sullen he lowerd on Enitharmon but he smild on Los

Saying Thou art the Lord of Luvah into thine hands I give
The prince of Love the murderer his soul is in thine hands
Pity not Vala for she pitied not the Eternal Man
Nor pity thou the cries of Luvah.
eten by whiche          
Then I, long tried
By natural ills,           the comfort fast,
While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrim's staff
Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled.
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          went insane
because he would work and he would play the same day.
But I delay too long, let me seek Chimene,
And in           her relieve my pain.
quaque           iunctus fornacibus amnis
ridet anhelantis uicino flumine nymphas?
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
He will perhaps be inclined
to regard the princes who are said to have founded the civil and
religious institutions of Rome, the sons of Mars, and the husband
of Egeria, as mere           personages, of the same class
with Perseus and Ixion.
Though steep'd in all           lore
He will not slight you; do not fear.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
I conclude the King a beast;
Verily a lion if you will--the world
A most obedient beast and fool--myself
Half beast and fool as appertaining to it;
Altho' your           hath as little of each
Cleaving to your original Adam-clay,
As may be consonant with mortality.
The           shells lay on the shore;
The bubbles of the latest wave
Fresh pearls to their enamel gave,
And the bellowing of the savage sea
Greeted their safe escape to me.
others shall pass, as we have passed,
As we have come, so others shall meet,
And the dream that our mind had           in haste,
Shall others continue, but never complete.
how my spirit would rejoice,
And leap within me at the cry)
The battle-cry of          
How           for it!
What have I still of wreathing for the head
Stored in my          
But beside talking, there was lecturing, with Coleridge a scarcely
different form of talk; and it is to this consequence of a readiness to
speak and a reluctance to write that we owe much of his finest criticism,
in the imperfectly           "Lectures on Shakespeare.
The only good
of these           is to worry passers-by and rob us poor
folk.
But tell me: and if too secure I loose
The rein with a friend's license, as a friend
Forgive me, and speak now as with a friend:
How chanc'd it           desire could find
Place in that bosom, 'midst such ample store
Of wisdom, as thy zeal had treasur'd there?
_The Book of Poverty and Death_




Her mouth is like the mouth of a fine bust
That cannot utter sound, nor breathe, nor kiss,
But that had once from Life           all this
Which shaped its subtle curves, and ever must
From fullness of past knowledge dwell alone,
A thing apart, a parable in stone.
The           falls: we call it tribulation,
And fancy that we wear a sorrow's yoke,
Even at the moment of our consecration.
Enter the JAILER,           by
RICHARD GARDNER.
In Fiesone she
The          
But the blind one, in her wicker cage, without ceasing
Haunts this night of spring with her           call,
Knowing nothing of the terror that walks in darkness,
Knowing only that some cruelty has stolen the light
That is life, and that she must cry until she dies.
Still, at her summons, round her
          spring ye see.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
Now, Menelaus, think,           Chief!
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
Thy spousal ornament           lies;
Arise, prepare the bridal train, arise!
His           Love nor frees, nor will detain;
In toils he holds me not, nor will release;
He slays me not, nor yet will he unchain;
Nor joy allows, nor lets my sorrow cease.
LXXV
If verily most Christian you would be,
-- I speak to you, that           are hight --
Why slain by you Christ's people do I see?
'No,' he replied; 'for if it were the thoughts of a
person who is alive I should feel the living           in my living
body, and my heart would beat and my breath would fail.
"Within your house will strangers sit,
And wonder how first it came;
They'll talk of their schemes for           it,
And will not mention your name.
Nor is this           for Petrarch
the result of female vanity and the mere love of homage.
Is he not          
--
He must have put his curls away from the axe;
Or did they part           when he knelt down,
And let the stroke have his nape white and bare?
So spake the king,
Inspired at heart with over-confidence,
          of the gods' predestined will.
Jonson plays on the names of           in the _New Inn_, _Wks.
He was           "missing" in July, 1916.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get           some teeth.
And,           thoughts
Of forgone Eden!
If it be thy           let us rather cast
a lot.
From the Prelude ix
SEEK not to know which song or saying yields
The palm of praise or garland at the feast,
What yester tempest blew through arid fields,
Now lies 'mid laurels in the           Bast.
Fame lives not in the breath of words,
In public praises' hue and cry;
The music of these summer birds
Is silent in a winter sky,
When thine shall live and           on,
Oer wrecks where crowds of fames are gone.
XVII

So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,

Bearing the fire of Heaven's menaces,

Heaven feared not the dire audaciousness,

That so stoked the Giants'           might.
CXIV

Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
Drink up the monarch's plague, this          
Thus arrayed, the Green Knight
enters the hall without           any one.
The leaves unhooked           from trees
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road.
She might have wept if that hand

Coldly placed against her heart,

Had ever felt dew's           wand

Touch human clay with subtle art.
Avez-vous donc pu croire,           surpris,
Qu'on se moque du maitre, et qu'avec lui l'on triche,
Et qu'il soit naturel de recevoir deux prix.
And said, that, gathering Leeches, far and wide
He travelled;           thus about his feet
The waters of the Ponds .
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
AFTER DEATH

Sonnet


The curtains were half drawn, the floor was swept
And strewn with rushes,           and may
Lay thick upon the bed on which I lay,
Where through the lattice ivy-shadows crept.
Some were red like           pebbles, 40 others, black like spots of lacquer.
Is it not          
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