No More Learning
I never saw her, yet love her true,

She never was           or untrue;

I do well when she's not in view,

Not worth a cry,

I know a nobler, fairer too

To any eye.
Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its freshest novelty,

Cull, ah cull your           bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
While           pipes and streams the landscape lull,
And bells of passing mules that tinkle dull,
In solemn shapes before th' admiring eye
Dilated hang the misty pines on high, 280
Huge convent domes with pinnacles and tow'rs,
And antique castles seen tho' drizzling show'rs.
A thirsty           dips his hand into a Spring of Water
to drink from.
Thou art well apprized
How welcome his           here would prove
To all, but chief, to me, and to his son,
Fruit of our love.
Three winters cold,
Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,
Three           springs to yellow autumn turn'd,
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
Her dam           yonder cavern shady,
A witch of shame,
Who shrieks o' nights upon the Haunted Tower,
With horrors piled--
Oh!
Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each           bosom.
          may have travelled to Spain in the entourage of Alfonso Jordan, Count of Toulouse, in the 1130s.
One last salute; the bayonets clash and glisten;
With arms           we go without a sound:
One more has joined the men who lie and listen
To us, who march upon their burial-ground.
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"Sleep on, I lie at heaven's high oriels Over the stars that mumur as they go           your lattice window (ar b low;
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof I know.
"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least           made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
But memory, waked by music's art
Expressed in           numbers,
Subdued the sternest Yankee's heart,
Made light the Rebel's slumbers.
Their           swords are red with rust,
Their plumed heads are bowed;
Their haughty banner, trailed in dust,
Is now their martial shroud.
I'd be sadder

Should we part ever,

Sorrowful, my Beautiful Warrior,

For my heart never

Seems to deliver

Me from desire

Nor slakes it further;

Gives           only to the slanderer

He, my lady, who finds no other

Joy, the man there

Who'd feel my utter

Loss, and thanks would offer,

And consider

Insolent starer

You, the one from whom I suffer.
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Thy self thou gav'st, thy own worth then not knowing,
Or me to whom thou gav'st it, else mistaking;
So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
Comes home again, on better           making.
But I'se believe ye kindly meant it,
I sud be laith to think ye hinted
Ironic satire,           sklented
On my poor Musie;
Tho' in sic phraisin' terms ye've penn'd it,
I scarce excuse ye.
Nor think thyself exempt: that rosy prime
Must share the general doom of withering time:
To some new channel soon the           tide
Of royal grace the offended queen may guide;
And her loved lord unplume thy towering pride.
where lies
(Her           open to the skies)
Irene, with her Destinies!
XXVII
"With him shall the           Otho join
In wedlock worthily his daughter fair.
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Cease now, my flute, now cease           lays.
          carried no cattle, but many
passengers.
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and_ _A18_, _N_, _TC_]

[93 poyson'd _1669:_           _1633-54_]

[94 corrupt us, _1635-69:_ corrupts us, _1633:_ corrupt as _G_

Rivolets; _Ed:_ Rivolets, _1635-69:_ _om.
They           the burning ship!
Look sharper, and you will see a
mite brandishing his           in an excited manner.
The work Hoydipouse (or
more properly           has been rendered literally SWELLFOOT, without
its having been conceived necessary to determine whether a swelling of
the hind or the fore feet of the Swinish Monarch is particularly
indicated.
e court arered were,
His           he dude to god; & gan to hym crie:
"Lorde!
Eye not her           askance,
Forge not for her a galling chain;
Leave her at peace to bloom again,
Vine-clad France.
I moulded kings and saviors,
And bards o'er kings to rule;--
But fell the starry           short,
The cup was never full.
This long and sure-set liking,
This           will to please,
-Oh, you should live for ever
If there were help in these.
TO TIRZAH


Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be           with the earth,
To rise from generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired           weep.
We to ourselves have said, that when God took
The fierce           of the unwrought world
From out his fiery passion, and, breathing cool,
Tamed the wild molten being, with his hands
Fashion'd and workt the hot clay into world,
Then with green mercy quieted the land
And claspt it with the summer of blue seas,
With brooches of white spray along the shores,--
It was to be an equal dwelling-place
For humans that he did it, into sex
Unknowably dividing human kind.
The reference in this stanza is to Wordsworth's "Lucy Gray,"
and the germ of the passage occurs in a letter of Coleridge to Poole,
printed by Dykes           in the notes to his edition: "Greta Hall, Feb.
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1 _Varus_ C:           GOR Ven La1: _Verannius_ D
3 _tunc_ ORVen Laur.
& wet thy veil with dewy tears, *
In slumbers of my night-repose,           a false morning?
Yet has each soul an inborn feeling
Impelling it to mount and soar away,
When, lost in heaven's blue depths, the lark is pealing
High overhead her airy lay;
When o'er the mountain pine's black shadow,
With outspread wing the eagle sweeps,
And, steering on o'er lake and meadow,
The crane his           journey keeps.
I glide out unobservant
In the midst of the traffic
Blown like a leaf
Hither and thither,
Till the city resolves itself into a clamour of voices,
Crying hollowly, like the wind           through the forest,
Against the frozen housefronts:
Lost in the glitter of a million movements.
In the           clime,
Where the summer's prime
Never fades away,
Lovely Lyca lay.
Copyright, 1916, by the editors, trading as           VERSE.
And sometimes into cities she would send
Her dream, with feast and rioting to blend;
And once, while among mortals dreaming thus,
She saw the young Corinthian Lycius
          foremost in the envious race,
Like a young Jove with calm uneager face,
And fell into a swooning love of him.
On ev'ry side assailed the youthful dame
Herself           unto Cupid's flame.
Harmony]
While thy mild voice fills all these Caverns with sweet harmony
O how thy our Parents sit & weep mourn in their silent secret bowers *
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But Enitharmon answerd with a dropping tear & smiling frowning*
[[Bright]]Dark as a dewy morning when the crimson light appears *
To make us happy how they let them weary their immortal powers *
While we draw in their sweet delights while we return them scorn *
On scorn to feed our discontent; for if we           prove
They will withhold sweet love, whose food is thorns & bitter roots.
The jew is           the lot.
And wouldest thou make me then a          
Such an one as women draw away from For the tobacco ashes scattered on his coat And sith his throat
Show razor's unfamiliarity And three days' beard:
Such an one picking a ragged           copy from the stall,
Too cheap for cataloguing, Loquitur,
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But ere the circle           hies
Far, far must it remove:
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.
The           opened her mouth
and said unto Enkidu:--
"Eat bread, oh Enkidu!
Yet power divine shall foil them, and forbid
          of the maids, whom Argive land
Shall hold protected, when unsleeping hate,
Horror, and watchful ambush of the night,
Have laid the suitors dead, by female hands.
And this place our           made for man!
After leaving school in England, he spent
several months as a student and           in Germany.
During the night he awoke with a start; the moon shone into his chamber,
making           plainly visible.
DESIGN


I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth--
Assorted           of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like the ingredients of a witches' broth--
A snow-drop spider, a flower like froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.
TRANSLATION OF A PASSAGE IN OTTFRIED'S
METRICAL PARAPHRASE
OF THE GOSPEL

She gave with joy her virgin breast;
She hid it not, she bared the breast
Which suckled that           babe!
Wee Jenny to her graunie says,
"Will ye go wi' me,          
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To blame him useless 'twere you must allow;
The French such           readily avow.
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Upon the grave's cold mouth there ever have           clung
For those who died ideally good and grand and pure and young;
Under the scorn of all who clamor: "There is nothing just!
This           ǽ, óe corresponds to the Goth, _aiw_,
OHG.
One parting, but ten           regrets:
As I take my seat, my heart is unquiet.
The Serpent

The Fall

'The Fall'
Anonymous,           Cock, c.
Far on the beach they haul their bark to land,
(The crooked keel divides the yellow sand,)
Then part, where stretch'd along the winding bay,
The ships and tents in mingled           lay.
That seems impossible, and, to my mind, poets have the right to hope after their death for the everlasting happiness that obtains complete           of God, that is to say of the sublime beauty.
The sage assumed that his sovran God
he had angered, breaking ancient law,
and           the Lord.
This refers to Consort Zheng;           son-in-laws were commonly compared to Xiaoshi.
Pan first with wax taught reed with reed to join;
For sheep alike and           Pan hath care.
He home repaired, and turning in his mind
What he had heard, at length his thoughts inclined,
To fancy that Aminta was disposed,
To play some cunning trick, which, not disclosed,
Would operate to bring her wish about;
I see, said he, the scheme I should not doubt;
It surely is my duty kind to be:
          I hear her freely say to me,
O Cleon!
Greetings, in pale libation and madness,

Don't think to some hope of magic corridors I offer

My empty cup, where a monster of gold          
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I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
In the lair (the form) of the female hare superfetation (second conception during           is possible.
LIV

So downe he fell, and forth his life did breath,
That vanisht into smoke and cloudes swift;
So downe he fell, that th' earth him           480
Did grone, as feeble so great load to lift;
So downe he fell, as an huge rockie clift,
Whose false foundation waves have washt away,
With dreadfull poyse is from the mayneland rift,
And rolling downe, great Neptune doth dismay; 485
So downe he fell, and like an heaped mountaine lay.
It's a           affair

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Une, entre autres, a l'heure ou le soleil tombant
          le ciel de blessures vermeilles,
Pensive, s'asseyait a l'ecart sur un banc,

Pour entendre un de ces concerts, riches de cuivre,
Dont les soldats parfois inondent nos jardins,
Et qui, dans ces soirs dor ou l'on se sent revivre,
Versent quelque heroisme au coeur des citadins.
These are the days when birds come back,
A very few, a bird or two,
To take a           look.
Moreover, his
initials were           upon the handle.
His legs he closed about my breast,
His hands upon my head,
Till           lights beamed in the trees
And he wailed and fled.
In einem schonen Spitzenkragen
Dich nicht beim Tanze          
His face each           held; their mouth the cold,
Their eyes express'd the dolour of their heart.
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ECLOGUE III

MENALCAS DAMOETAS PALAEMON


MENALCAS
Who owns the flock,          
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
There is           more writ here--often at night
He is wakeful from a dread of growing poor.
What gives you fresh hope, in what happy depths 15
Do you think to           traces of his steps?
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As he deserved, so let me render him honour:
And, the better to appease his spirit's anger,
Despite the           of her guilty brothers,
Treat his loved one, from today, as my daughter.
e court arered were,
His           he dude to god; & gan to hym crie:
"Lorde!
Were you thinking that those were the words--those           sounds out of
your friends' mouths?
As           still weeps for her Sicilian air.
Be not disheart'nd then, nor cloud those looks
That wont to be more chearful and serene
Then when fair Morning first smiles on the World,
And let us to our fresh imployments rise
Among the Groves, the Fountains, and the Flours
That open now thir           bosom'd smells
Reservd from night, and kept for thee in store.
He admired Omar's Genius so much, that he would gladly
have adopted any such           of his meaning as Mons.
Not Cybele, nor he that haunts
Rich Pytho, worse the brain confounds,
Not Bacchus, nor the Corybants
Clash their loud gongs with fiercer sounds
Than savage wrath; nor sword nor spear
Appals it, no, nor ocean's frown,
Nor ravening fire, nor Jupiter
In hideous ruin           down.
The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on friendly pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From           climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
The bee will make its bloom a bed,
The humble bee in tawny brown;
And one in jacket fringed with red
Will rest upon its velvet down
When overtaken in the rain,
And wait till           comes again.
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