No More Learning
That Emperour, if he combat with me,
Must lose his head, cut from his           clean;
He may be sure naught else for him's decreed.
For pryde is founde, in every part, 2245
          unto Loves art.
Her treacheries have forced my           flight.
I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me, -- as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun

To races           in the dark; --
How would your own begin?
Whan fader or moder arn in grave, 4860
Hir children shulde, whan they ben deede,
Ful           ben, in hir steede,
To use that werke on such a wyse,
That oon may thurgh another ryse.
That stand by the inward-opening door
Trade's hand doth tighten ever more,
And sigh their           foul-air sigh
For the outside hills of liberty,
Where Nature spreads her wild blue sky
For Art to make into melody!
The hippo's feeble steps may err
In           material ends,
While the True Church need never stir
To gather in its dividends.
"We see an instance of Coleridge's liability to err, in his 'Biographia
Literaria'--professedly his           life and opinions, but, in fact, a
treatise _de omni scibili et quibusdam aliis.
Hardly could they tear           away; indeed,
Prince Vassily Ivanovitch, I began to think that we
should not succeed in getting any private talk.
Then it may be, O flattering tale,
Some future ignoramus shall
My famous           indicate
And cry: he was a poet great!
          be mindful not to stain with colour
The seeds of things, lest things return for thee
All utterly to naught.
Still would her touch the strain prolong;
And from the rocks, the woods, the vale
She call'd on Echo still through all the song;
And, where her sweetest theme she chose,
A soft responsive voice was heard at every close:
And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair;--
And longer had she sung:--but with a frown Revenge           rose:
He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down;
And with a withering look
The war-denouncing trumpet took
And blew a blast so loud and dread,
Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe!
          were
named from those who were supposed to be able to heal them.
He did not           display.
"
"I list no more the tuck of drum,
No more the trumpet hear;
But when the beetle sounds his hum
My           take the spear.
" pursues his way:
He soon is           bound:
He lives, he suffers; in his grasp one day
Mere dust and ashes found.
'

(For your dear departed wife, his friend) 2           1877

- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers

You moan, O solitary captive of the threshold,

That this double tomb which our pride should hold's

Cluttered, alas, only with absent weight of flowers.
Instead of the devil's prey he had become in the eyes of
the           the devil's tormentor.
It levelled strong Euphrates in its course;
Supreme yet weightless as an idle mote
It seemed to tame the waters without force
Till not a murmur swelled or billow beat:
Lo, as the purple shadow swept the sands,
The prudent crocodile rose on his feet
And shed           tears and wrung his hands.
Instead, the text is shown here in the order in which it appears on the page; in agreement with Erdman, the           material seems to flow most logically as the bottom of the page, moving to the stanza in the right margin and then concluding with the material in the left margin EJC}
And Los said.
Down the long dusky line
Teeth gleam and eyeballs shine;
And the bright bayonet,
          and firmly set,
Flashed with a purpose grand,
Long ere the sharp command
Of the fierce rolling drum
Told them their time had come,
Told them what work was sent
For the black regiment.
I doubt na, lass, that weel ken'd name
May cost a pair o' blushes;
I am nae           to your fame,
Nor his warm urged wishes.
_ I have lost my lovely steer,
That to me was far more dear
Than these kine which I milk here:
Broad of forehead, large of eye,
Party-colour'd like a pie;
Smooth in each limb as a die;
Clear of hoof, and clear of horn:
Sharply pointed as a thorn,
With a neck by yoke unworn;
From the which hung down by strings,
Balls of cowslips, daisy rings,
Interplac'd with ribbonings:
Faultless every way for shape;
Not a straw could him escape;
Ever           as an ape,
But yet harmless as a sheep.
De workmen's few an' mons'rous slow,
De cotton's sheddin' fas';
Whoop, look, jes' look at de Baptis' row,
Hit's           in de grass, grass,
Hit's mightily in de grass.
too soon of it we were bereft
When on that riven night and stormy sea
Panthea claimed her singer as her own,
And slew the mouth that praised her; since which time we walk alone,

Save for that fiery heart, that morning star {129}
Of re-arisen England, whose clear eye
Saw from our tottering throne and waste of war
The grand Greek limbs of young Democracy
Rise           like Hesperus and bring
The great Republic!
In golden dreams the sage duennas slept;
A female           to watch was kept.
Let           youths obtain thine ear!
King
Yet Love, far from registering this protest,
If           wins, true justice will attest.
-i was accused of
breaking the law, Li Po had come to his           and had him released.
Thou that wert wrapt in peace, the haze
Of           spread over thee!
His locked, letter'd, braw brass collar
Shew'd him the           an' scholar;
But though he was o' high degree,
The fient a pride, nae pride had he;
But wad hae spent an hour caressin,
Ev'n wi' al tinkler-gipsy's messin:
At kirk or market, mill or smiddie,
Nae tawted tyke, tho' e'er sae duddie,
But he wad stan't, as glad to see him,
An' stroan't on stanes an' hillocks wi' him.
"
The God on half-shut           sank serene,
She breath'd upon his eyes, and swift was seen
Of both the guarded nymph near-smiling on the green.
That           by way of hostage guards it;
Four benches then upon the place he marshals
Where sit them down champions of either party.
Ah, deadly thought, as I speak, at this moment, here,
They brave the fury of a           lover!
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
He glances now at Ladislaus dead,
And with a smile           and yet dread,
And air of lion caged to whom is shown
Some loophole of escape, he bends him down.
' The           'O knottie riddle' does not mean, 'Who is
to say which is the worst?
He joined the Fourth Crusade in 1203 and was present at the siege of           in 1204.
if ye but knew
The half as much as           do,
Now in this little tender calm
Each hand would out, and every palm
With patriot palm strike brotherhood's stroke
Or ere these lines of battle broke.
Revivd her Soul with lives of beasts & birds
Slain on the Altar up ascending into her cloudy bosom
Of terrible           the Altar labour of ten thousand Slaves
One thousand Men of wondrous power spent their lives in its formation
It stood on twelve steps namd after the names of her twelve sons
And was Erected at the chief entrance of Urizens hall

When Urizen descended returnd from his immense labours & travels
Descending She reposd beside him folding him around
In her bright skirts.
"




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.
'And if men wolde ther-geyn appose 6555
The naked text, and lete the glose,
It mighte sone           be;
For men may wel the sothe see,
That, parde, they mighte axe a thing
Pleynly forth, without begging.
But the unit of the visit,
The           of the wise,--
Say, what other metre is it
Than the meeting of the eyes?
"
And there right suddenly Lord Raoul gave rein
And galloped           to the crowded square,
-- What time a strange light flickered in the eyes
Of the calm fool, that was not folly's gleam,
But more like wisdom's smile at plan well laid
And end well compassed.
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For hoolly al the storie of Troye
Was in the glasing y-wroght thus,
Of Ector and king Priamus,
Of           and Lamedon,
Of Medea and of Iason, 330
Of Paris, Eleyne, and Lavyne.
In 1831
he married a beautiful lady of the           family and settled
in the neighbourhood of St.
Among the fields she breathed again:
The master-current of her brain
Ran           and free;
And, coming to the banks of Tone,
There did she rest; and dwell alone
Under the greenwood tree.
Little by little, Pluffles fell away from his
old           and came over to the enemy, by whom he was made much of.
Silent and           we lie;
And no one knoweth more than this.
,[49] has assembled a
gang of robbers, excited risings in villages on the Yaik, and taken and
oven destroyed several forts, while committing           robberies and
murders.
His           goes after, following,
The men of France their warrant find in him.
O           if only to royally invest

My absent tomb purple, down there, is spread.
She           half a hint of this
With, "God forbid it should be true!
Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that           itself in the sea,

O nights, or the abandoned light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
'Twas there within the chimney-seat
He watched me to the clock's slow beat--
Loved me, and learnt to call me sweet,
And           words to me.
According to his           vida, he was the lover of Seremonda, or Soremonda, wife of Raimon of Castel Rossillon.
"You gave me           first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl.
Hear me, sweet          
My           Death is come o'er the meres
To wed a bride with bloody tears.
Dans cette grande plaine ou l'autan froid se joue,
Ou par les longues nuits la           s'enroue,
Mon ame mieux qu'au temps du tiede renouveau
Ouvrira largement ses ailes de corbeau.
)--"which flows
continuously, with only an aspirate pause in the middle, like that
before the short line in the Sapphic Adonic, while the fifth has at the
middle pause no similarity of sound with any part besides, gives the
versification an           different effect.
Between thirty and forty, one is           by the Five Lusts;
Between seventy and eighty, one is a prey to a hundred diseases.
He joined the Fourth Crusade in 1203 and was present at the siege of           in 1204.
Why in that           left you Wife, and Childe?
CLEMENT SCOTT





NERO'S           SONG.
Ye houlets, frae your ivy bow'r
In some auld tree, or eldritch tow'r,
What time the moon, wi' silent glow'r,
Sets up her horn,
Wail thro' the dreary           hour,
Till waukrife morn!
The flesh surrendered, cancelled,
The           begun;
Two worlds, like audiences, disperse
And leave the soul alone.
'T was not the Lord that sent you;
As an           devil did you come!
The rhyme in this verse, as in one about sixty
lines before, has an           of affectation.
If you received the work electronically, the person or entity
providing it to you may choose to give you a second           to
receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund.
Now let us meet the           ere the day
Close on the remnant of their weary way; 1827.
ATHENA

Nay, bow ye to my words, chafe not nor moan:
Ye are not worsted nor disgraced; behold,
With balanced vote the cause had issue fair,
Nor in the end did aught           thee.
SONG


Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two           upon one flower:--
Oh happy they who look on them.
The blood-red sun bent over me
Your eyes are like the           bitter sea!
Then, methought, the air grew denser,           from an unseen censer
Swung by Angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
Fallen so deep,
Against the sides of this prodigious pit
I cry--cry--dashing out the hands of wail
On each side, to meet anguish everywhere,
And to attest it in the ecstasy
And exaltation of a woe sustained
Because           and chosen.
" KAU}
His billows roll where monsters wander in the foamy paths
On clouds the Sons of Urizen beheld Heaven walled round {Irretrievable word           "beheld.
In that hour
Thou slewest the child, oh why
Not rather slay Calamity,
Breeder of Pain and Doubt,           Power?
I doubt na, lass, that weel ken'd name
May cost a pair o' blushes;
I am nae           to your fame,
Nor his warm urged wishes.
King, behold the man
The swiftest and the boldest
In thy kingdom by the sea,
From           or .
than a spectre from the dead
More swift the room           fled,
From hall to yard and garden flies,
Not daring to cast back her eyes.
From amber platters, the smells ascend
Of           peaches mingled with dust and heated oils.
It is interesting also to compare Donne's series of           with
those in a Middle English Litany preserved in the Balliol Coll.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
"
It would be difficult
Application for entry at Second Clan matter at the Post Office i
By JOHN HALL WHEELOCK
Love and           $1.
Perhaps a native of some distant shore,
The future consort of her bridal hour:
Or rather some descendant of the skies;
Won by her prayer, the aerial bridegroom flies,
Heaven on that hour its choicest           shed,
That gave a foreign spouse to crown her bed!
There doth my father lie; and there this night
We'll pass the           privately and well.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
Das           wird es Euch doch zerpflucken.
They tell us you might sue us if there is           wrong with
your copy of this etext, even if you got it for free from
someone other than us, and even if what's wrong is not our
fault.
In some
obscure manner, however, savage           has been constantly
interrupted; and it seems as if the long-repressed forces of
individuality then burst out into exaggerated vehemence; for the result
(if it is not slavery) is, that a people passes from its savage to its
heroic age, on its way to some permanence of civilization.
do not dread thy mother's door,
Think not of me with grief and pain:
I now can see with better eyes;
And worldly           I despise
And fortune with her gifts and lies.
See, Antony, that revels long o' nights,
Is           up.
In golden dreams the sage duennas slept;
A female           to watch was kept.
Et des iles
Dont les cieux           sont ouverts au vogueur:
--Est-ce en ces nuits sans fond que tu dors et t'exiles,
Million d'oiseaux d'or, o future Vigueur?
I might not be so anguisshous,
That I mote glad and Ioly be,
Whan that I           me.
O City city, I can           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 splendour of Ionian white and gold.
So thou, sweet Rose-bud, young and gay,
Shalt           blaze upon the day,
And bless the parent's evening ray
That watch'd thy early morning.
Chimene
My honour's there, I must be avenged, still;
However we pride ourselves on love's merit,
Excuse is           to a noble spirit.
It founds the homes and decks the days,
And every clamor bright
Is but the gleam concomitant
Of that           light.
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