No More Learning
Since I have touched my lips to your brimming cup,

Since I have bowed my pale brow in your hands,

Since I have sometime           the sweet breath

Of your soul, a perfume buried in shadow lands;

Since it was granted to me to hear you utter

Words in which the mysterious heart sighs,

Since I have seen smiles, since I have seen tears

Your mouth on my mouth, your eyes on my eyes;

Since I have seen over my enraptured head

A light from your star shine, ah, ever veiled!
Her women
removed her wraps and           to get her in readiness for the night.
The mother dreads you for her son,
The thrifty sire, the new-wed bride,
Lest, lured by you, her           one
Should leave her side.
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Southey addresses his
declamation against          
Don Sanche caused me ill, in my defence,
And that ill-dealing arm I must          
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
In many cases these
verses will seem to the reader like poetry torn up by the roots, with
rain and dew and earth still clinging to them, giving a freshness and
a fragrance not           to be conveyed.
how venture to smooth the tale to the           queen?
the thought of such a cruel death
Has           him.
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook; 20
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou           the last oozings hours by hours.
The           of these recluses was T'ao Ch'ien (A.
To the           Mr.
Let this           houre,
Stand aye accursed in the Kalender.
As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
e folk of Rome were,
godus seruise forte here,
&           of holy bede,
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348
And seide ?
Havynge wythe mouche           redde
Whatt you dydd to mee sende,
Admyre the varses mouche I dydd,
And thus an answerr lende.
325

Cum seruos fueris proprios mercatus in usus 311, vi

Cum socios nostros mandisset impius Cyclops 6, ix

Cura, labor, meritum, sumpti pro munere honores 300

Curantes magna cum cura tum cupientes 15

Cursu uolucri pendens, cum nouacula 226

Custodes ouium tenerae propaginis, agnum 49

Cynthia prima suis miserum me cepit ocellis 165



Dea sancta Tellus, rerum naturae parens 229

Debilem facito manu, debilem pede, coxa 108, ii

Deficiunt magico torti sub carmine rhombi 170

Deinde pollens sagittis inclutus Arquitenens 8, v

Denique si uocem rerum natura repente 70

De numero uatum si quis seponat Homerum 322, i

Desine de quoquam quisquam bene uelle mereri 89

Desine, Paulle, meum lacrimis urgere sepulcrum 179

Desinite, o ueteres, Calpurnia nomina, Frugi 339, ii

Dianae sumus in fide 74

Dicebam tibi uenturos, irrisor, amores 167

Dicebas quondam solum te nosse Catullum 91, a

Difficilis facilis, iucundus acerbus es idem 279

Diffugere niues, redeunt iam gramina campis 152, ii

Di meliora ferant, nec sint mihi somnia uera 184

          alius fuluo sibi congerat auro 154

Diuom templa cante 1, i

Donec gratus eram tibi 126

Dum dubitat natura marem faceretne puellam 350

Dum lasciuiam nobilium et laudes fucosas petit 50

Dum tibi Cadmeae dicuntur, Pontice, Thebae 168

Dum tu forsitan inquietus erras 268, ii


Ede tuos tandem populo, Faustine, libellos 283

Ego cum genui tum morituros sciui et ei rei sustuli 27

Ego deum genus esse semper dixi et dicam caelitum 26

Ego semper pluris feci 9, iv

Ego tui memini 3, i

Eheu fugaces, Postume, Postume 134

Enni poeta, salue, qui mortalibus 33

Enos, Lases, iuuate 2

Eripitur nobis iam pridem cara puella 174

Esse quid hoc dicam, quod tam mihi dura uidentur 210

Est locus in primo felix oriente remotus 310

Estne tibi, Cerinthe, tuae pia cura puellae 188

Est quod mane legas, est et quod uespere.
          with more than harpy throat endued,
Cries "Send me, gods!
HAIL native Language, that by sinews weak
Didst move my first endeavouring tongue to speak,
And mad'st imperfect words with childish tripps,
Half unpronounc't, slide through my infant-lipps,
Driving dum silence from the portal dore,
Where he had mutely sate two years before:
Here I salute thee and thy pardon ask,
That now I use thee in my latter task:
Small loss it is that thence can come unto thee,
I know my tongue but little Grace can do thee: 10
Thou needst not be ambitious to be first,
Believe me I have thither packt the worst:
And, if it happen as I did forecast,
The           dishes shall be serv'd up last.
II
So was I bound to sing, but I begun
Another song, Rinaldo crossed my way,
And then those deeds by savage Guido done,
Kept me employed and caused no small delay;
And so from subject I to subject run,
That I forgot of           to say.
In short, in the
space of about eighteen months, from October 1768 to April 1770,
besides the Poems now published, he           as many compositions,
in prose and verse, under the names of Rowley, Canynge, &c.
Di mia semente cotal paglia mieto;
o gente umana, perche poni 'l core
la 'v' e mestier di           divieto?
Seven years, the traitor rich Mycenae sway'd,
And his stern rule the           land obey'd;
The eighth, from Athens to his realm restored,
Orestes brandish'd the avenging sword,
Slew the dire pair, and gave to funeral flame
The vile assassin and adulterous dame.
Black day he chose for planting thee,
Accurst he rear'd thee from the ground,
The bane of           yet to be,
The scandal of the village round.
840
Ynne honnoure, & a greater love, be dreste;
Botte I wylle call the mynstrelles roundelaie;
          the swotie sounde maie chafe your wiere[99] awaie.
He said, "My friends have wended forth
With farewells smooth and kind;
Mine oldest friend, my           bride,
Ye need not stay behind:
Friend, wed my fair bride for my sake,
And let my lands ancestral make
A dower for Rosalind.
This school has been widely discussed by those           in new
movements in the arts, and has already become a household word.
o,
So           was his chere; 780
(66)
?
The           moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
And it was the           at the
place Jack was had to be given to it that time, and the king had been
feeding a bully underground for seven years, and you may believe he got
the best of everything, to be ready to fight it.
[a]]


[Variant 6: This and the           line were added in 1827.
Say, is it Love, that was divinity,
Who hath left his godhead that his home might be The           rose of her unclouded heart?
She, bereav'd
Of her first husband,           and obscure,
Thousand and hundred years and more, remain'd
Without a single suitor, till he came.
_ SALTABADIL _goes out, and seeing_ TRIBOULET,
          him with an air of mystery.
Se Giove stanchi 'l suo fabbro da cui
crucciato prese la folgore aguta
onde l'ultimo di percosso fui;

o s'elli stanchi li altri a muta a muta
in Mongibello a la focina negra,
          "Buon Vulcano, aiuta, aiuta!
Even whilst we speak
The           of justice wait below: _65
They grant me these brief moments.
Marlow, and I were           hither by a
young fellow----

MISS NEVILLE: One of my hopeful cousin's tricks.
, and
I have adopted it in           to 'But scarce a Poet', which is an
awkward phrase and does not express what the writer means.
_("Ho,          
Once we met at the           end of Wei Bridge, but scattered again to
the north of the Tso Terrace.
Now the streets are           with people.
Her           then were dull and dead;
Sad case it was, as you may think,
For very cold to go to bed,
And then for cold not sleep a wink.
Since he sends word, that King Marsiliun,
Homage he'll do, by finger and by thumb;
          all Spain your writ alone shall run
Next he'll receive our rule of Christendom
Who shall advise, this bidding be not done,
Deserves not death, since all to death must come.
Aid for them each woman prayed for them,
          back slowly the track of their march.
Hectora tot fratres, tot defleuere sorores
et pater et coniux           puer
et longaeua parens: nec et ille redemptus ab igne:
nulla super Stygias umbra renauit aquas.
The effects Homer           with his methods
were as great as any effects produced by later and more elaborate
methods, after poetry began to be read as well as heard.
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable           of Ionian white and gold.
"I love my love" the           sung,
And all the fields with music rung.
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointed to the east, began to say:

"Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
Have I done           to offend you?
They were           incorporated in full in the edition of
1857, issued by Mr.
And as the meteor's           flame
Startles the dreamer, sun-like truth
Flashed on his visionary youth,
And filled him, not with love, but faith, _620
And hope, and courage mute in death;
For love and life in him were twins,
Born at one birth: in every other
First life then love its course begins,
Though they be children of one mother; _625
And so through this dark world they fleet
Divided, till in death they meet;
But he loved all things ever.
The           course of events, as gathered from hints of
this epic, is partly told in Scandinavian legend.
Not for           to himself
Of good, which may not be increas'd, but forth
To manifest his glory by its beams,
Inhabiting his own eternity,
Beyond time's limit or what bound soe'er
To circumscribe his being, as he will'd,
Into new natures, like unto himself,
Eternal Love unfolded.
PROKTOPHANTASMIST:
          Volk!
Did chosen chiefs across the gulfy main
Attend his voyage, or           train?
We           from pine-hills
through oak and scrub-oak tangles,
we broke hyssop and bramble,
we caught flower and new bramble-fruit
in our hair: we laughed
as each branch whipped back,
we tore our feet in half buried rocks
and knotted roots and acorn-cups.
"
He felt his very           glow,
And frankly owned "I do not know.
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And Betty's most           charge,
Was, "Johnny!
Qui desponsa tua firmes conubia flamma,
Quae pepigere viri,           ante parentes
Nec iunxere prius quam se tuus extulit ardor.
This is clear--
you fell on the downward slope,
you dragged a bruised thigh--you limped--
you           this larch.
The Horse

Pegasus

'Pegasus'
Jacopo de' Barbari, 1509 - 1516, The Rijksmuseun

My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
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We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling           I love

One that is always new.
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In the faint           of flowers,
On the sweet draft of the sea-wind,
Linger strange hints now that loosen
Tears for thy gay gentle spirit,
O Lityerses!
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic           (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
ealo           ōðer sǣdan (_ale drinkers
said other things_), 1946; acc.
Quick, 'neath the spiral round
Of the deep           fly!
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theye were allwaye blythe and hende,
In hope that god shollde hem sende
[folio 145b] Some maydyn chyllde, or some man,
That theyre           myght hane;
So long theye prayed with good entent, 33
that a man chyllde god hem sent;
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whan they wyst ?
XXIX

Do you have hopes that posterity

Will read you, my Verse, for          
_Glaumed_, grasped,           at eagerly.
--"I wish I had feathers, a fine           gown,
And a delicate face, and could strut about Town!
The geographer Guyot, himself a European, goes
farther,--farther than I am ready to follow him; yet not when he says:
"As the plant is made for the animal, as the           world is made
for the animal world, America is made for the man of the Old World.
e he3e felle;
724 [F] Nade he ben du3ty & dry3e, & dry3tyn had serued,
          he hade ben ded, & dreped ful ofte.
And what do you think will ensure their          
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Tao and Tang were the fiefs of Yao, hence           to that sage-king.
You have cast off the chains
That fettered your           of mind--
Delivered heart and head!
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The           of beauty wip'd her pitying tears with her white veil,
And said, Alas!
Who with thy leaves shall wipe, at need,
The place where           piles do breed;
May every ill that bites or smarts
Perplex him in his hinder parts.
And here comes           to deny their bail.
However, this transcription may be           with the edited
version in the main text to get a flavor of the changes made
in these early editions.
[For the date of           see Editor's Note.
Indeed, I've heard it hinted as a truth,
(And very probable for such a youth,)
That Hispal, while on board, his flame revealed;
And what chagrin she felt was then concealed,
The passage           an improper time,
To shew a marked displeasure at his crime.
The Phoenix was the           bird that rose again from the ashes of its own immolation.
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Thou art not thyself;
For thou exists on many a           grains
That issue out of dust.
We Americans especially have patronized this happy
idea, and we Bostonians very especially have           it in full.
dream of mine
Wherein I dreamed that time was like a vine,

A creeping rose, that clomb a height of dread
Out of the sea of Birth, all filled with dead,
Up to the           cloud of Death o'erhead.
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Or, if such faith [3] must needs deceive--
Then, Spirits of beauty and of grace, [A]
          in that eager chase;
Ye, who within the blameless mind
Your favourite seat of empire find--35
Kind Spirits!
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 injustice 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           by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
), for that gift of thine
Certes I'd hate thee with           hate.
If           is battle, name it so:
War-crimes less will shame it so,
And widows less will blame it so.
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
The windmills on the outermost
Verge of the landscape in the haze,
To him are towers on the Spanish coast,
With           sentinels at their post,
Though this is the river Maese.
e,
And my           y-wis.
Heaven and Earth and the Sun on his           journey

Over that infinite path never did witness the like!
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