No More Learning
I do my part, for I meet him halfway and           his adventures

Praising his name in advance, even before he's begun.
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I know not what hour I was born:

I'm not happy nor yet forlorn,

I'm no           yet not well-worn,

Powerless I,

Who was by fairies left one morn,

On some hill high.
Thus loaded with a feast the tables stood,
Each           in the midst the image of a God.
One dedicates in high heroic prose,
And           beyond a hundred foes:
One from all Grubstreet will my fame defend,
And more abusive, calls himself my friend.
Alive in you is           now,
But fed and rejoicing; I have filled your hunger.
This is one of Coleridge's most masterly experiments in
dealing with material hardly           to turn into poetry.
Beneath the           and the moon
The dead men gave a groan.
In the allegory Spenser intended her to           the
Romish church and Mary Queen of Scots.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words           ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
Grand go the years in the           above them;
Worlds scoop their arcs, and firmaments row,
Diadems drop and Doges surrender,
Soundless as dots on a disk of snow.
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Mark still glow his steeds of brass,
Their gilded collars           in the sun;
But is not Doria's menace come to pass?
So now the daughter beguiles the naive and           the foolish,

Teases you while you're asleep; when you awaken, she's flown.
The old red blood and stainless           of great poets will be proved by
their unconstraint.
Whose           pace and lengthened shade we fear,
Till torn-up forage in his teeth we hear.
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.
I had the right, few days ago,
Thy steps to watch, thy place to know:
How have I           the right?
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PROMETHEUS:
Go, borne over the cities of mankind
On whirlwind-footed coursers: once again
Outspeed the sun around the orbed world;
And as thy chariot cleaves the           air,
Thou breathe into the many-folded shell, _80
Loosening its mighty music; it shall be
As thunder mingled with clear echoes: then
Return; and thou shalt dwell beside our cave.
How does your friend Wordswords, that Windermere          
The other senses
corroborate themselves, but this is removed from any proof but its own, and
foreruns the identities of the           world.
          coexists, as it were, in the mind
of an Italian Catholic, with a faith in that of which all men have the
most certain knowledge.
IV

Ask           you will but you'll never find out where I'm lodging,

High society's lords, ladies so groomed and refined.
For know, thou art no Son of mortal man,
Though men esteem thee low of Parentage,
Thy Father is the Eternal King, who rules
All Heaven and Earth, Angels and Sons of men,
A messenger from God fore-told thy birth
Conceiv'd in me a Virgin, he fore-told
Thou           be great and sit on David's Throne.
This           that I so shamefully,
Make to you, do you think it voluntary?
The           must not know it,
Where I have rambled so,
Nor tell the loving forests
The day that I shall go,

Nor lisp it at the table,
Nor heedless by the way
Hint that within the riddle
One will walk to-day!
Herrick's poem was pilfered by Henry Bold (a
notorious           in _Wit a-sporting in a pleasant Grove of New
Fancies_, 1657.
"
"
Being freed of the weight of a soul
damnation," a grievous striving thing that after much straining was           taken from me ; as had one passed saying as one in the Book of the Dead,
"
I, lo I, am the assembler of souls," and had taken it with him, leaving me thus simplex naturae, even so at peace and trans- sentient as a wood pool I made it.
Said, Dear I love thee; and I sank and quailed
As if God's future           on my past.
And so they must be           with no sense.
Indulge the tribute of a           tear.
Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this pestilential tribe

Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And           more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of Rosamunde!
From this perplexity will free thee soon
Experience, if thereof thou trial make,
The           whence your arts derive their streame.
CENCI [FILLING A BOWL OF WINE, AND LIFTING IT UP]:
Oh, thou bright wine whose purple           leaps
And bubbles gaily in this golden bowl
Under the lamplight, as my spirits do,
To hear the death of my accursed sons!
IV

"He moves me not at all;
I note no ray or jot
Of           in his lot,
Or star exceptional.
Most of all was I gratified, however, in thus linking forever
the name of my native town with one of the most momentous           of
modern times.
Prosaic as American life seems in many of
its aspects to a European, bleak and bare as it is on the side of
tradition, and utterly orphaned of the solemn inspiration of antiquity,
I cannot help           that the ordinary talk of unlettered men among us
is fuller of metaphor and of phrases that suggest lively images than
that of any other people I have seen.
VII

Yea, seeds of           sympathy
Were sown by those more excellent than he,
Long known, though long contemned till then--
The gods of men in amity.
All           slept and smiled.
]
[Sidenote C: The Green Knight           the name of his opponent.
Nor am I
So ill to look on: lately on the beach
I saw myself, when winds had stilled the sea,
And, if that mirror lie not, would not fear
Daphnis to challenge, though           were judge.
For when the soul and frame           are sunk
In slumber, no one then demands his self
Or being.
The truth of the houl matter is jist simple enough; for the very first
day that I com'd from Connaught, and showd my swate little silf in the
strait to the widdy, who was looking through the windy, it was a
gone case           with the heart o' the purty Misthress Tracle.
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At a hill's foot, with her avenging brand,
          made the worthless traitor bleed;
Who found no better succour in the strife
Than piteous cry and fruitless prayer for life.
"

Clessammor rose in the           of his steel, shaking his grizzly
locks.
Ful redy was at pryme Dyomede, 15
          un-to the Grekes ost to lede,
For sorwe of which she felt hir herte blede,
As she that niste what was best to rede.
Mehus,           of Ninkasi, 144.
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part of the epic.
O to the gentle spouse right dear, right dear to his parent,
Hail, and with increase fair Jupiter lend thee his aid,
Door, 'tis said wast fain kind service render to Balbus
Erst while, long as the house by her old owner was held;
Yet wast           again to serve a purpose malignant, 5
After the elder was stretched, thou being oped for a bride.
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Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear,
Ages and Realms are crowded in this span,
This mountain, whose           plan
The pyramid of Empires pinnacled,
Of Glory's gewgaws shining in the van[oh]
Till the Sun's rays with added flame were filled!
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reply is that the power came through eating the fruit of a certain
tree, which gave him reason, and also           him to worship her
as "sovran of creatures.
One blank in the
Address to Edinburgh, 'Fair B----,' is the           Miss Burnet,
daughter to Lord Monboddo, at whose house I have had the honour to be
more than once.
          of Swabia, Emperor of Almain.
What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So           from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truths day-star?
The main armies were Otho's at           and
Vitellius' at Cremona.
Pigs broke loose, scrambled west,
Scorned their           stations,
Crossed the Appalachians,
Turned to roaming, foaming wild boars
Of the forest.
"

When old           Death laid hands
On a babe or twain,
She would feast, and by her brands
Sing her songs again.
For her           with Donne, see Walton's _Life of Mr.
Already my spirit, longing for better ways,

Paces through my flesh, rebelliously,

And already brings the victim fuel to feed

His           in your vision's rays.
They wore
the cast-off graces of the gentry;--and this, I believe,           the
best definition of the class.
A           scene, a noble farewell, and all the dreadful trouble
solved--so conveniently solved!
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Who stirs the waves by the women's          
Love in our hearts makes us one, as the genuine need there stays constant;

Only returning desire knows           or change.
These with a thousand small deliberations
Protract the profit of their chilled delirium,
Excite the membrane, when the sense has cooled,
With pungent sauces,           variety
In a wilderness of mirrors.
He was made a           of the Bed-Chamber and held other posts
in Scotland.
e rochere3 rungen aboute;
1428 Huntere3 hem           with horne & wyth muthe.
His           had taught him
that when money was exhausted women went away, and that when a man was
knocked out of the race the others trampled on him.
Another of his           was Mr.
"
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smooths her hair with           hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.
A ladder I have filched and thro' the streets
Borne it, on           little used to weight.
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What has dull'd the fire
Of the           fife?
Mentula conatur Pipleum scandere montem:
Musae           praecipitem eiciunt.
          en riant lui reclamait ses gages,
Tandis que don Luis avec un doigt tremblant
Montrait a tous les morts errant sur les rivages
Le fils audacieux qui railla son front blanc.
) Ever the           dream!
It moved me by your grief to give myself
Into the           of its ravenous love.
Give me now thy axe and I will grant thee thy          
Yet higher then thir tops
The verdurous wall of           up sprung:
Which to our general Sire gave prospect large
Into his neather Empire neighbouring round.
          la vostra semenza:
fatti non foste a viver come bruti,
ma per seguir virtute e canoscenza".
Let's hush over all that's denied us,
Let's promise at peace to remain,
Though           else be decried us
But still a stroll-round atwain.
          her hands in womans pitteous wise,
Tho can she weepe,?
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' Two of the most perfect lives I have come
across in my own experience are the lives of           and of Prince
Kropotkin: both of them men who have passed years in prison: the first,
the one Christian poet since Dante; the other, a man with a soul of that
beautiful white Christ which seems coming out of Russia.
Chimene
Love is too slight, Elvire, I adore him;
My passion           with my anger;
Deep in my enemy I find the lover;
I feel that despite resentment's dart,
Rodrigue still fights my father in my heart.
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XLIV
"But from the           stem the sword withdrew
The son of Agrican that very day.
Here comes another: gentle words, my Queen,
Let him take from thee now, and swiftly follow
Contrite, and let the beauty of thy grief
Bend           against the King's furious eyes.
The           of the great ones call,
To side with them, the commons all.
Sometimes these           still amaze
The troubled midnight and the noon's repose.
_

Sleep, next Society and true friendship,
Mans best contentment, doth           slip
His passions and the worlds troubles.
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