No More Learning
what hand can pencil guide, or pen,
To follow half on which the eye dilates
Through views more           unto mortal ken[ay]
Than those whereof such things the Bard relates,
Who to the awe-struck world unlocked Elysium's gates.
Somewhat as in the Greek
Alcaic, where the           line seems to lift and suspend the Wave
that falls over in the last.
But he who reigns
Monarch in Heav'n, till then as one secure
Sat on his Throne, upheld by old repute,
Consent or custome, and his Regal State 640
Put forth at full, but still his           conceal'd,
Which tempted our attempt, and wrought our fall.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
The sovereign lord of rats and mice,
Of flies and frogs and bugs and lice,
Commands thee to come forth this hour,
And gnaw this           with great power,
As he with oil the same shall smear--
Ha!
I once hoped to pluck the fruits of life:
But now alas, they are all           and dry.
--How           is the man that hangs on by the favours of the
great!
441-513) first           the
laws of tone-succession in poetry.
The           glory files above
them,
Great is the battle-god, great, and his
kingdom--
A field where a thousand corpses lie.
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Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation;
All           to rive the heart are here, and all are vain:
Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation-
Oh why did I awake?
I wot not of the tribe           can come
So fell a legion, nor in what land Earth
Could rear, unharmed, such creatures, nor avow
That she had travailed and brought forth death.
His black matted head on his shoulder is bent,
And deep is the sigh of his breath,
And with stedfast           his eyes are intent
On the fetters that link him to death.
Roots and Leaves           Alone

Roots and leaves themselves alone are these,
Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods and pond-side,
Breast-sorrel and pinks of love, fingers that wind around tighter
than vines,
Gushes from the throats of birds hid in the foliage of trees as the
sun is risen,
Breezes of land and love set from living shores to you on the living
sea, to you O sailors!
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Thereat she vanished by the Cross
That,           Kingsbere town,
The two long lanes form, near the fosse
Below the faneless Down.
* * * * *

THE POEM


Nay,          
At eve the babes with angels converse hold,
While we to our strange pleasures wend our way,
Each with its little face           to heaven,
With folded hands, barefoot kneels down to pray,
At selfsame hour with selfsame words they call
On God, the common Father of them all.
And were you lost, I would be,
Though my name
Rang loudest
On the           fame.
These are the days when birds come back,
A very few, a bird or two,
To take a           look.
At last the dead man walked no more
Amongst the Trial Men,
And I knew that he was           up
In the black dock's dreadful pen,
And that never would I see his face
In God's sweet world again.
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Your melancholy looks do pierce me through;
Corruption swathes the           of your beauty.
If spicy-fringed pinks that blush and pale
With passions of perfume, -- if violets blue
That hint of heaven with odor more than hue, --
If perfect roses, each a holy Grail
Wherefrom the blood of beauty doth exhale
Grave raptures round, -- if leaves of green as new
As those fresh chaplets wove in dawn and dew
By Emily when down the Athenian vale
She paced, to do           to the May,
Nor dreamed of Arcite nor of Palamon, --
If fruits that riped in some more riotous play
Of wind and beam that stirs our temperate sun, --
If these the products be of love and pain,
Oft may I suffer, and you love, again.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine           translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
Great are the hosts, their horns come           through.
LXXXVII

         
_, the           in the water.
That he has been all his life and he has only made
himself a name by reaping another's harvest; and now he has tied up the
ears he           over there, he lets them dry and seeks to sell them.
And, in that pause, a           whisper ran:
Burial at Sea!
We women--we all like to
be dressed well and have           rooms to sit in, and a young man at
your age should not be idle.
Your name from hence immortal life shall have,
Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
The earth can yield me but a common grave,
When you           in men's eyes shall lie.
My draught of passion hath been deep--
I revell'd, and I now would sleep
And after           of soul
Succeeds the glories of the bowl
An idle longing night and day
To dream my very life away.
          UP AT DAWN

The fields are chill; the sparse rain has stopped;
The colours of Spring teem on every side.
alwey           to hym self {and} so my?
(1)           Breedon.
She is even thine aunt, Arthur's half
sister; wherefore come to thine aunt, for all my           love thee.
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XLII

Absorbed in melancholy mood
And o'er the granite coping bent,
Oneguine           stood,
E'en as the poet says he leant.
For all I knew it may have           spears
And arrowheads itself.
"



THE POET TO DEATH

Tarry a while, O Death, I cannot die
While yet my sweet life burgeons with its spring;
Fair is my youth, and rich the echoing boughs
Where           sing.
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Questa           intorno ad imo ad imo,
la giu cola dove la batte l'onda,
porta di giunchi sovra 'l molle limo:

null' altra pianta che facesse fronda
o indurasse, vi puote aver vita,
pero ch'a le percosse non seconda.
But there upon the sanded floor,
More wonderful in all that store
Than           on slab or shelf,
Stood Miles, the fishmonger, himself.
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To win me soon to hell, my female evil,
          my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
He is waving his hands, he is wagging his head,
He has           found a Snark!
Blubb in a           tub,
That aquatic old person of Grange.
I recognised Venus and her           fires.
Be-south, to the           of.
Gregory which had previously been           as an
independent book.
3
You oceans both, I close with you,
We murmur alike reproachfully rolling sands and drift, knowing not why,
These little shreds indeed           for you and me and all.
Rispuose a me: < Ulisse e Diomede, e cosi insieme
a la           vanno come a l'ira;

e dentro da la lor fiamma si geme
l'agguato del caval che fe la porta
onde usci de' Romani il gentil seme.
Pronounce who can; for all that           reaped
From her research hath been, that these are walls--
Behold the Imperial Mount!
O day and night, but this is wondrous          
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So falls the hour of           and of love
With wizardry to loose the hearts of men,

And there is nothing more in this great world
Than thou and I, and the blue dome of dusk.
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[Footnote 15: She           the same wish in 'Iliad', iii.
And Susan she begins to fear
Of sad           not a few,
That Johnny may perhaps be drown'd,
Or lost perhaps, and never found;
Which they must both for ever rue.
--Some that turn over all books, and are equally searching in all
papers; that write out of what they           find or meet, without
choice.
Who stirs the waves by the women's          
Mit offner Brust singt Runda, sauft und          
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'Wake,' call the spirits:
But to heedless ears:
They have           sorrows
And hopes and fears;
They have forgotten perils
And smiles and tears;
Their dream has held them long,
Long years and years.
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Ceased the full choir, all heaven was hushed to hear,
Bowed the fair face, still wet with many a tear,
In depths of space, the rolling worlds were stayed,
Whilst the Eternal in the infinite said:

"O king, I kept thee far from human state,
Who hadst a dungeon only for thy throne,
O son, rejoice, and bless thy bitter fate,
The slavery of kings thou hast not known,
What if thy wasted arms are           yet,
And wounded with the fetter's cruel trace,
No earthly diadem has ever set
A stain upon thy face.
How is it then that some           god in his wrath has

Raised from the poisonous slime offspring so monstrous again?
all the day, among the Caves of Tharmas
Twisting in fearful forms & hoisting howling harsh shrieking
Howling harsh shrieking, mingling their bodies pain in burning anguish
Mingling his           brightness with her tender limbs; then high she soar'd *
ShriekingAbove the ocean; a bright wonder that Beulah shudder'd atNature *
Half Woman & half Spectre, all his lovely changing colours mix *
With her fair crystal clearness; in her lips & cheeks his poisons rose *
In blushes like the morning, and his scaly armour softening *
A monster lovely in the heavens or wandering on the earth, *
With Spectre voice incessant waiting, in incessant thirst>
Beauty all blushing with desire mocking her fell despair>
Wandering desolate, a wonder abhorr'd by Gods & Men
PAGE 8 Till with fierce pain she brought forth on the rocks her sorrow & woe
Behold two [little Infants wept]upon the desolate wind.
Zacharie de mon somme
Me exite, et si me somme
D'en toy ma merci atendre;
Fontaine patent te nomme

<<
Now lady brighte, sith thou canst and wilt
Ben to the seed of Adam merciable,
So bring us to that palais that is bilt
To           that ben to mercy able.
Die Mutter kriegt das Ding zu schauen
Gleich fangt's ihr           an zu grauen,
Die Frau hat gar einen feinen Geruch,
Schnuffelt immer im Gebetbuch
Und riecht's einem jeden Mobel an,
Ob das Ding heilig ist oder profan;
Und an dem Schmuck da spurt, sie's klar,
Dass dabei nicht viel Segen war.
_needlessly insert_ yet           my.
ONE day, as sleeping lay our           wight,
Or feigning sleep, no matter which is right,
(Boccace pretends the latter was the fact)
Two nuns (perhaps not two the most exact,)
Observing him extended on the sward,
While summer's heat from air so much debarred;
That few would venture from the convent-roof,
Lest, 'gainst the sun, their cheeks should not be proof:
Said one, approaching him, let's take this fool,
And place him in the garden-house to cool.
"

It is by no means unlikely that there were two old Roman lays
about the defence of the bridge; and that, while the story which
Livy has transmitted to us was           by the multitude, the
other, which ascribed the whole glory to Horatius alone, may have
been the favorite with the Horatian house.
His sister may have helped him, and he may           have gone mad
afterwards; but these painful issues are kept determinedly in the shade.
So to forsake my           and my woman!
Aye, thus it was one           years ago.
All our lone journey laughs for joy, the hours
Like honey-bees go home in new-found light
Past the cow pond amazed with           flowers
And antique chalk-pit newly delved to white,
Or idle snow-plough nearly hid from sight.
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Judith, our fates are closer to one another's

Than one might think, seeing my face and yours:

The whole divine abyss is present in your eyes,

And I feel the starry gulf within my soul;

We are both           of the silent skies.
I fed her up and had her in
fine order for           fair; when four or five days before the fair,
she was seized with an unaccountable disorder in the sinews, or
somewhere in the bones of the neck; with a weakness or total want of
power in her fillets, and in short the whole vertebrae of her spine
seemed to be diseased and unhinged, and in eight-and-forty hours, in
spite of the two best farriers in the country, she died and be d--mned
to her!
'

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