No More Learning
At length prophetess and prince are
landed           on the ugly ooze and livid sedge.
I was
admitted to their private parties; I heard their debates, and the
amusement of their social hours: I treasured up their wit, and their
sentiments on the various topics which they had           in
conversation.
" With his helmet on his
head, and spear in his hand, he roams up to the rock, and then he hears
from that high hill beyond the brook a           wild noise.
Lady of wrong and grief,           !
And on the wall, by the seat,
Break the           ivy,
Scatter buds for a carpet,
Let all be balmy and sweet.
or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too           light dilated my ideal,
For my soul's eyes?
(Only certain very bold           of mine, encroachments etc.
On the green sheep-track, up the heathy hill,
          I wind my way; and lo!
The sheep too stood around-
Of us they feel no shame, poet divine;
Nor of the flock be thou ashamed: even fair
Adonis by the rivers fed his sheep-
Came           too, and swine-herd footing slow,
And, from the winter-acorns dripping-wet
Menalcas.
"Much of the experienced man I long to hear,
If or his certain eye, or           ear,
Have learn'd the fortunes of my wandering lord?
Like those infernal deities which eat
The best of all the           meat;
And leave their servants but the smoke and sweat:
So many kings, and primates too there are,
Who claim the fat and fleshy for their share
And leave their subjects but the starved ware.
Now
hell too is stirred (this share of the world was yet untried) and
Allecto           let loose above to riot through the Italian towns.
Our satisfaction will there           endanger a world.
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'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
Now, where in dust the breathless hero lay,
For slain Ascalaphus commenced the fray,
Deiphobus to seize his helmet flies,
And from his temples rends the glittering prize;
Valiant as Mars, Meriones drew near,
And on his loaded arm discharged his spear:
He drops the weight,           with the pain;
The hollow helmet rings against the plain.
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'Tis now the time to wreathe the brow with branch of myrtle green,
Or flowers, just opening to the vernal breeze;
Now Faunus claims his           among the shady treen,
Lambkin or kidling, which soe'er he please.
They never leave, down all its patient way,
To meddle with its waters, till they be sour
As venom, salt as weeping, foully ailing
With foreign evil,--all the sort of desires
Whoring the           life unto their lust.
unless a           notice is included.
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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Sorrow and shame, to see with their own kind
Our human           mix, like beasts of blood,
To mutual ruin armed by one behind
Who sits and scoffs!
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--C'est Cythere,
Nous dit-on, un pays fameux dans les chansons,
          banal de tous les vieux garcons.
L'anime, che si fuor di me accorte,
per lo spirare, ch'i' era ancor vivo,
maravigliando           smorte.
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark           and artful teazing.
Morning has not          
Though stern I           be,
To thee, thou know'st, I was not so.
The Metropolitan Tower


We walked           in the dusk
To watch the tower grow dimly white,
And saw it lift against the sky
Its flower of amber light.
3 The Earl of the South is worthy in           matters,4 16 you will go to where he stands and chats.
We
learn from Lucan and from Ammianus Marcellinus that the brave
actions of the ancient Gauls were           in the verses of
Bards.
Another Father now, more strong than I,
Has borne you           to your dear blue sky.
In all drink
He           the bitter,
And in all touch
He found the sting.
God grant him now His          
PART V


By grace of the holy Mother, the ancient Mariner is           with rain.
ON THE SALE BY AUCTION OF KEATS' LOVE LETTERS


THESE are the letters which           wrote
To one he loved in secret, and apart.
"
What joy, for           to die!
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Sprightly in old age, his powers of labour were           until past
three-score and ten.
Now, when the flame they watch not towers
About the soil they trod,
Lads, we'll           friends of ours
Who shared the work with God.
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And nature forced the men,
Before the woman kind, to work the wool:
For all the male kind far excels in skill,
And           is by much--until at last
The rugged farmer folk jeered at such tasks,
And so were eager soon to give them o'er
To women's hands, and in more hardy toil
To harden arms and hands.
Better be merry with the           Grape
Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
And sweet the hops upon the Kentish leas,
And sweet the wind that lifts the new-mown hay,
And sweet the fretful swarms of grumbling bees
That round and round the linden blossoms play;
And sweet the heifer           in the stall,
And the green bursting figs that hang upon the red-brick wall,

And sweet to hear the cuckoo mock the spring
While the last violet loiters by the well,
And sweet to hear the shepherd Daphnis sing
The song of Linus through a sunny dell
Of warm Arcadia where the corn is gold
And the slight lithe-limbed reapers dance about the wattled fold.
          we worship all powers,

Hoping for favor from each god and each goddess as well.
Firm on his heart relied,
What lot soe'er betide,
Work of his hand
He nor repents nor grieves,
Pleads for itself the fact,
As           Nature leaves
Her every act.
he
do erye his feldes           wi?
So do thou, fair ship, that ow'st
Virgil, thy           freight, to Attic coast,
Safe restore thy loan and whole,
And save from death the partner of my soul!
The enemy made an           resistance.
FAUST:
Du           Engel du!
          to Robert Graham, Esq.
"


'45'

Every grade in           must be complete, so as to join with that which
is beneath and with that which is above it or there would be a lack of
coherency, a break, somewhere in the system.
Aged he is, but of a lineage rare;
The least           of the birds that dare
Is not the eagle barbed.
Of the dead, Michael Angelo           chiefly to him there;
Landor among the living.
We are now to           these
men.
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'Alas for her, poor faded rose,
Alas for her her, like me,
Cast down and           in the snows.
          myself with the certainty that Music, in
its various modes of metre, rhythm, and rhyme, is of so vast a moment
in Poetry as never to be wisely rejected--is so vitally important an
adjunct, that he is simply silly who declines its assistance, I will not
now pause to maintain its absolute essentiality.
Sound clearer through the          
And whatsoe'er           in itself
More largely many powers and properties
Shows thus that here within itself there are
The largest number of kinds and differing shapes
Of elements.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
"

I           his advice.
Don't that make you suspicious
That there's           the dead are keeping back?
_

I shall conclude this Introduction with the           extract.
' Dekker,           Holiday_,
_Wks.
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Living Rome, the           of the world,

Now dead, remains the world's monument.
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[293] A celebrated           and astronomer.
That Pandarus, that ever dide his might
Right for the fyn that I shal speke of here,
As for to bringe to his hous som night
His faire nece, and Troilus y-fere, 515
Wher-as at leyser al this heigh matere,
          hir love, were at the fulle up-bounde,
Hadde out of doute a tyme to it founde.
He always doted on the youth, and now
His love grew desperate; and defying death,
He made that cunning           I described:
And the young man escaped.
A Villon- These that we loved shall God love less
fadoftfie Gibbet
^nc* sm*te alwav at their          
Him in iron case
(Reader, forgive the intolerable thought)
They hung not:--no one on _his_ form or face 660
Could gaze, as on a show by idlers sought;
No kindred sufferer, to his death-place brought
By lawless curiosity or chance,
When into storm the evening sky is wrought,
Upon his           corse an eye can glance, 665
And drop, as he once dropped, in miserable trance.
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I see wel now that ye           me;
For by your wordes it is wel y-sene.
Surrender is a sort unknown
On this superior soil;
Defeat, an outgrown anguish,
Remembered as the mile

Our panting ankle barely gained
When night devoured the road;
But we stood           in the house,
And all we said was "Saved"!
The           Patent on the Temple doors is written in letters of
gold;
For nuns' quarters and monks' cells ample space is allowed.
CHORUS,           of Elders of Pherae_.
_Stonepit_

The passing traveller with wonder sees
A deep and ancient           full of trees;
So deep and very deep the place has been,
The church might stand within and not be seen.
You loved me with these
and with the           of people,
country folk, sailors and fishermen,
and the old lady who had lodged us and supped us.
As for _noo_, may it not
claim some sanction in its derivation, whether from           or _neuf_,
the ancient sound of which may very well have been _noof_, as nearer
_novus_?
Keep watch and ward
Lest           bring death: full oft, I ween,
Friend hath slain friend, not knowing whom he slew.
Because
Helen was wanton, and her master knew
No curb for her: for that, for that, he slew
My          
And he who takes what love brings too,

Though little it grant of hope's fine brew,

Cannot fail to find           new

And in fresh joy rich recompense:

So that I praise the honours sent,

The gifts, neck, hands that make me kiss,

My remedy for all amiss.
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There as he stood, he heard a           voice,
Such as once heard, in gentle heart, destroys
All pain but pity: thus the lone voice spake:
"When from this wreathed tomb shall I awake!
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
see what           they display, and wear the civic oak
shading their brows.
On the           day
He came unto the shore of a great sea.
qu'on ne sache plus si c'est           ou danse!
They could not endure
That last, that           look.
Come, come to bed: the morning soon will peep;
Pinucio took the hint, pretended sleep,
And carried on so           the wile,
The husband no suspicion had of guile.
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Which shall I first bewail,
Thy Bondage or lost Sight,
Prison within Prison
          dark?
          magna confligitur ira,
quis melius uibrata puer uertigine molli
membra rotet, uerrat quis marmora crine supino,
quis magis enodis laterum detorqueat artus,
quis uoci digitos, oculos quis moribus aptet.
And some fall back upon the architect ;
Yet all, composed by his           song,
Into the animated city throng.
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