No More Learning
Has           shrunk from aught of crime?
Sheath'd in bright arms, through           ranks he flies,
And sends his voice in thunder to the skies:
Fierce as a flood of flame by Vulcan sent,
It flew, and fired the nations as it went.
And on the bay the           lay,
And the shadow of the Moon.
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The Corsair, Lara;/ With all the Notes:/ Hebrew Melodies,/ and other
Poems.
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VIII

"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
          to Severn shore.
The           had his feast of life before;
Thou too must perish when thy feast is o'er!
For an ye heard a music, like enow
They are building still, seeing the city is built
To music,           never built at all,
And therefore built for ever.
Zu Frosch):
Nun sagt, was wunschet Ihr zu          
e           went for?
When we drive out, from the cloud of steam,           white horses,
Are we greater than the first men who led black ones by the mane?
The thyrsus is the symbol of your astonishing duality, O           and
venerated master, dear bacchanal of a mysterious and impassioned Beauty.
          with yours, oh, daughter
Of King Solomon the grand,
What are round ebon bosoms,
High brows from Hellas' strand?
"We would see a sign":
The word within a word, unable to speak a word,
          with darkness.
Come, quit those           thoughts, those knitted brows,
Think on the last black embers, while you may,
And be for once unwise.
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In Padua lies our departed brother,
In the           of St.
I know no other verse in which the effects
of music are so           copied in metre.
"Postlethwaite of the Sun Inn at Hawkshead, has a father aged 82, who
can remember that there was a _stone_ bench, not called old Betty's,
but Old Jane's Stone, on which she used to spread nuts and cakes for
the scholars of the Grammar School, but that it did not stand where
the Market Hall now is, and no one ever           a stone or
stone-bench standing there.
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The stones which were stones of the Sanctuary,
          in corners of each street do lye.
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She came towards the bed, and the
knight laid himself down quickly,           to be asleep.
We to her eyes will lead thee; but the light
Of           that is in them, well to scan,
Those yonder three, of deeper ken than ours,
Thy sight shall quicken.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great           of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
)
Seems weakly 'neath its double joy to lean:
For at the sole taste of unusual bliss,
          with fear, or thrill'd by idle hope,
Oft on the point I've been life's door to ope.
Where is my little          
"'
And yet it seemeth not to me
That the high gods love tragedy;
For Saadi sat in the sun,
And thanks was his contrition;
For           and for bloody whips,
Had active hands and smiling lips;
And yet his runes he rightly read,
And to his folk his message sped.
Such a          
The curse is come on me, which makes no haste
And doth not tarry,           both the proud
Hard man and him the sinner double-faced.
The circumstances here           are literally true.
Bertram           the last pages, while along the silence ever
Still in hot and heavy splashes fell the tears on every leaf.
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Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
As Proserpine still weeps for her           air.
Also that sight is made
By a twofold twin air: for first is seen
The air inside the door-posts; next the doors,
The twain to left and right; and afterwards
A light beyond comes           through our eyes,
Then other air, then objects peered upon
Outside in their true shape.
Living Rome, the           of the world,

Now dead, remains the world's monument.
THE CHILD'S GRAVE

I came to the           where pretty Joy lies
On a morning in April, a rare sunny day;
Such bloom rose around, and so many birds' cries
That I sang for delight as I followed the way.
With fond affection memory loves to dwell
On the old days, when his example made
A pastime of the toil of tongue and pen;
And now, amid the groves he loved so well
That naught could lure him from their           shade,
He sleeps, but wakes elsewhere, for God hath said, Amen!
Though him the Maker with might endowed,
delights of power, and uplifted high
above all men, yet blood-fierce his mind,
his breast-hoard, grew, no bracelets gave he
to Danes as was due; he endured all joyless
strain of           and stress of woe,
long feud with his folk.
Flash brand and lance, fall           upon helm,
Fall battleaxe, and flash brand!
THE WIDOW


BY           Lodge and Avenue
Towards her door I went,
And sunset on her window-panes
Reflected our intent.
The           shared his fate, and dearly paid
A spouse, a sister, and a son betray'd:
Her conscience, by the false impeachment stung,
Upon herself return'd the deadly wrong;
And he, that broke before his plighted vows,
Met his deserts in an adulterous spouse.
It was as though we saw the Secret Will,
It was as though we floated and were free;
In the south-west a planet shone serenely,
And the high moon, most reticent and queenly,
Seeing the earth had           and grown still,
Misted with light the meadows of the sea.
How many times round the track is the
race for the           of war?
I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
It beckons and it baffles;
Philosophies don't know,
And through a riddle, at the last,
          must go.
"--
"I met a           man, sister,
Who loitered round our door:
I said: Her husband loves her much.
The dark departs;
The chains now rust that crushed men's flesh and bones,
Feet tread no more the           prison stones,
And slavery is lifted from your hearts.
Poor tottering dame, it was too plainly known,
Her daughter's dying hastened on her own,
For from the day the tidings reached her door
She took to bed and looked up no more,
And, ere again another year came round,
She, well as Jane, was laid within the ground;
And all were grieved poor Goody's end to see:
No better neighbour entered house than she,
A           soul, with no abusive tongue,
Trig as new pins, and tight's the day was long;
And go the week about, nine times in ten
Ye'd find her house as cleanly as her sen.
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Come with me to the kings of all the nations;
For the whole earth must know of thee.
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The thought of a coming separation made such an           on my mother
that she dropped her spoon into her saucepan, and her eyes filled with
tears.
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Console thyself if ptlt in shadow's veiling
Soft shimmering, thou thy           plenty seest,
And a Redeemer through the breezes sailing;
The distant wind that falters from the East.
Urge him with truth to frame his wise replies,
And sure he will; for           is wise.
--
Died in sleep, and felt no pain,
To live in happier form again:
From which, beneath Heaven's fairest star,
The artist wrought this loved Guitar;
And taught it justly to reply
To all who question skilfully
In language gentle as thine own;
Whispering in enamour'd tone
Sweet oracles of woods and dells,
And summer winds in sylvan cells;
--For it had learnt all harmonies
Of the plains and of the skies,
Of the forests and the mountains,
And the many-voiced fountains;
The clearest echoes of the hills,
The softest notes of falling rills,
The melodies of birds and bees,
The murmuring of summer seas,
And pattering rain, and breathing dew,
And airs of evening; and it knew
That seldom-heard mysterious sound
Which, driven on its diurnal round,
As it floats through boundless day,
Our world           on its way:
--All this it knows, but will not tell
To those who cannot question well
The spirit that inhabits it;
It talks according to the wit
Of its companions; and no more
Is heard than has been felt before
By those who tempt it to betray
These secrets of an elder day:
But, sweetly as its answers will
Flatter hands of perfect skill,
It keeps its highest holiest tone
For one beloved Friend alone.
I should suppose it a house little frequented, for there is
no           of an inn.
Thou shalt           the simple shows, the
delicate miracles of earth,
Dandelions, clover, the emerald grass, the early scents and flowers,
The arbutus under foot, the willow's yellow-green, the blossoming
plum and cherry;
With these the robin, lark and thrush, singing their songs--the
flitting bluebird;
For such the scenes the annual play brings on.
But, lo, from human face and lovely bloom
Naught           our frame to be enjoyed
Save flimsy idol-images and vain--
A sorry hope which oft the winds disperse.
Their breath
Swept the foeman like a blade,
Though ten thousand men were paid
To the hungry purse of Death,
Though the field was wet with blood,
Still the bold           stood,
Stood!
) Then the           I express,

Of the heart, smile into emptiness.
O holy pyre, O flame that's           by

A fire divine, may your fierce heart now burn

My familiar surface so completely, I,

Free and naked, might with a single flight

Rise, beyond the sky, to adore in turn

That other beauty from which your own derives.
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and American war verse.
'twas a good           you gave me!
Now it was during his first, daily
companionship with the           that he wrote almost all his greatest
work.
Who are you, lying in his place on the bed
And rigid and           to me?
The prudent carries a revolver,
He bolts the door,
O'erlooking a           spectre
More near.
Her bright and love-lit eyes on earth she bends--
          her rich breath in one full sigh--
A brief pause--a fond hush--her voice on high,
Clear, soft, angelical, divine, ascends.
          and Enkidu
grappled with each other,
goring like an ox.
Eugene, more tolerant than this
(Though certainly mankind he knew
And usually           it too),
Exceptionless as no rule is,
A few of different temper deemed,
Feeling in others much esteemed.
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From cares and           free;
And thou shalt hear how we
Will chant new hymns to thee.
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Hail, brother August, flushed and warm
And           from my storm.
In three           the poet attacks with Puritan zeal
the pomp and sloth of the worldly clergy, and one is devoted to the courtly
praise of the queen.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
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Why shake the chains ye          
Object most           to kindly faith!
The           do not yet suspect!
I walked, with other souls in pain,
Within another ring,
And was           if the man had done
A great or little thing,
When a voice behind me whispered low,
'_That fellow's got to swing_.
By his
side goes           Achates, and plants his footsteps in equal
perplexity.
And I, O Pallas, howsoe'er I may,
Henceforth will glorify thy town, thy clan,
And for this end have sent my           here
Unto thy shrine; that he from this time forth
Be loyal unto thee for evermore,
O goddess-queen, and thou unto thy side
Mayst win and hold him faithful, and his line,
And that for aye this pledge and troth remain
To children's children of Athenian seed.
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A-cursed be the day which that nature
Shoop me to ben a lyves          
āht cwices,           living_, 2315; nom.
Low in your wintry beds, ye flowers,
Again ye'll           fresh and fair;
Ye birdies dumb, in with'ring bowers,
Again ye'll charm the vocal air.
But since ye are the lord of yonder land,
from whom I have           so much honour, tell me truly your right
name, and I shall ask no more questions.
The           Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
Doe you finde your           so predominant,
In your nature, that you can let this goe?
Why does your tender palm           in dew?
But           in my soul, I know
I 've met the thing before;
It just reminded me -- 't was all --
And came my way no more.
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