No More Learning
About his Chariot numberless were pour'd
Cherub and Seraph, Potentates and Thrones,
And Vertues, winged Spirits, and Chariots wing'd,
From the Armoury of God, where stand of old 200
Myriads between two brazen Mountains lodg'd
Against a solemn day, harnest at hand,
Celestial Equipage; and now came forth
Spontaneous, for within them Spirit livd,
          on thir Lord: Heav'n op'nd wide
Her ever during Gates, Harmonious sound
On golden Hinges moving, to let forth
The King of Glorie in his powerful Word
And Spirit coming to create new Worlds.
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure, whatever is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of           certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
Thus rendering thanks that he is lowly bred,
Because from such none look for           deeds.
Can nothing           you of your error?
Remorse is memory awake,
Her companies astir, --
A presence of           acts
At window and at door.
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Thou           woman!
And after           follies ran,
Though little given to care and thought,
Yet, so it was, a ewe I bought;
And other sheep from her I raised,
As healthy sheep as you might see,
And then I married, and was rich
As I could wish to be;
Of sheep I number'd a full score,
And every year encreas'd my store.
With watchers doth he go
Begirt, and mailed          
For thirty years, he           and distributed Project
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"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
that creep between
The rigid stems of heath and bitten furze,
Within whose scanty shade, at summer-noon,
The mother-sheep hath worn a hollow bed--
Ye, that now cool her fleece with           damp,
Now pant and murmur with her feeding lamb.
Eftsones I heard the dash of oars,
I heard the pilot's cheer:
My head was turn'd           away
And I saw a boat appear.
Even for this, let us divided live,
And our dear love lose name of single one,
That by this           I may give
That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone.
She's five times           than I am.
For I have one I've chosen

Who gives me           and joy.
The
fantastic and the brutal           which deform and deface the
loveliness of his incomparable genius are hardly so damaging to his fame
as his general monotony of matter and of manner.
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Les Amours de Cassandre: CLX

Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,

Wants to           the jewels of his eyes,

And with the heat of his burning thighs

Fills Juno's moist womb with his thrusts:

Now, when the sea, or when violent gusts

Of wind grant way to great ships of war,

And when the nightingale, in forest far,

Renews her grievance against Tereus:

Now, when the meadows and when the flowers

With thousands upon thousands of colours

Paint the breast of the earth so bright all round,

Alone and thoughtful among the secret cliffs,

With a silent heart I tell over my regrets,

And through the woods I go, hiding my wound.
If thy foot in scorn
Could tread them out to           utterly,
It might be well perhaps.
So he lies
Circled with evil, till his very soul
Unmoulds its essence,           deformed
By sights of ever more deformity!
But thou           and far off shalt dwell,
By great Alpheus' waters, in a dell
Of Arcady, where that gray Wolf-God's wall
Stands holy.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Les Amours de Marie: VI

I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been           this evening,

Tomorrow would be scattered on the ground.
And far away across the lengthening wold,
Across the willowy flats and           brown,
Magdalen's tall tower tipped with tremulous gold
Marks the long High Street of the little town,
And warns me to return; I must not wait,
Hark!
"And I for truth, -- the two are one;
We           are," he said.
What horror spreading through this place
Makes my           family flee my face?
e sonne may seen comyng
from his           arysyng til he hidde his bemes vndir ?
Chisel, file, and ream

That you may lock

Vague dream

In the           block!
{31b} Chattuarii, a tribe that dwelt along the Rhine, and took part
in           the raid of (Hygelac) Chocilaicus.
* * *

The little needle always knows the North,
The little bird           his note,
And this wise Seer within me never errs.
see her           feet,
More bluely vein'd, more soft, more whitely sweet
Than those of sea-born Venus, when she rose
From out her cradle shell.
Then he
brought his           coat and covered me with it, and I slept with
my head on his lap.
But           all night long shine these?
Come ye to transact           90
Commercial, or at random roam the Deep
Like pirates, who with mischief charged and woe
To foreign States, oft hazard life themselves?
"--She said it from the sea,
The English           in her minstrelsy,
While, under brighter skies than erst she knew,
Her heart grew dark, and groped there as the blind
To reach across the waves friends left behind--
"Do you think of me as I think of you?
--how           it falls
Into my heart of hearts!
And since till girls go maying
You find the primrose still,
And find the           playing
With every wind at will,
But not the daffodil,

Bring baskets now, and sally
Upon the spring's array,
And bear from hill and valley
The daffodil away
That dies on Easter day.
Who knows but this chance wild fruit, planted by a cow or a bird on
some remote and rocky hillside, where it is as yet           by man,
may be the choicest of all its kind, and foreign potentates shall hear
of it, and royal societies seek to propagate it, though the virtues of
the perhaps truly crabbed owner of the soil may never be heard of,--at
least, beyond the limits of his village?
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I love to look, as evening fails,
On vestals           in their veils,
Within the fane past altar rails,
Green palms in hand.
On his head a crown,
On his           down
Flowed his golden hair.
And only not to           driven,
Because not altogether of such clay
As rots into the souls of those whom I survey.
The well-beloved are           then.
In a minute there is time
For           and revisions which a minute will reverse.
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They listend to the Elemental Harps & Sphery Song
They view'd the dancing Hours, quick sporting thro' the sky
With winged radiance scattering joys thro the ever changing light
[The shades of]But Luvah & Vala standing in the bloody sky
On high remaind alone forsaken in fierce jealousy
They stood above the heavens forsaken desolate           in blood
Descend they could not.
) Then the           I express,

Of the heart, smile into emptiness.
If you received it
on a           medium, you must return it with your note, and
such person may choose to alternatively give you a replacement
copy.
I only wish to use the power given me in accordance with
your wishes; for, in the market-place, in the midst of the shouts and
danger, I appreciated your           courage.
And what is their rump looking at in the          
Say, on the noon when the half-sunny hours told that April was nigh,
And I           and cast forth the snow from the crocus-border,
Fashioned and furbished the soil into a summer-seeming order,
Glowing in gladsome faith that I quickened the year thereby.
Deny me this,
And an           Curse fall on you: Let me know.
Stewart, 'tis well; if not, I hope you will forgive this liberty, and
I have at least an           of assuring you with what truth and
respect,

I am, Sir,

Your great admirer,

And very humble servant,

R.
_gloom-bird_, the owl, whose cry is           to
portend death.
A very short poem,
while now and then producing a           or vivid, never produces a
profound or enduring effect.
Ellison
and the PG Online Distributed           Team.
O sweet and far from cliff and scar
The horns of Elfland faintly          
Proud Marsilies this message bids me say:
Much hath he sought to find salvation's way;
Out of his wealth meet presents would he make,
Lions and bears, and           leashed on chain,
Thousand mewed hawks, sev'n hundred dromedrays,
Four hundred mules his silver shall convey,
Fifty wagons you'll need to bear away
Golden besants, such store of proved assay,
Wherewith full tale your soldiers you can pay.
Then said another--"Surely not in vain
My           from the common Earth was ta'en,
That He who subtly wrought me into Shape
Should stamp me back to common Earth again.
It is not you; why           yourself
Against me, to break my heart,
You evader?
e           dewe drope3 of ?
Nor can all the           that vex the world alter one whit the measure
that night has chosen.
Canst thou be thus          
I no longer love Rodrigue the gentleman;
No my love names him to another plan;
If I love, I love he who wrought fine things,
The valorous Cid who has           kings.
Can we           the old Remorse
Who bends our heart beneath his stroke,
Who feeds, as worms feed on the corse,
Or as the acorn on the oak?
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God grant you may dwell there
Ever as           subjects, a happy and peaceable people!
Come, wee'l to sleepe: My strange & self-abuse
Is the           feare, that wants hard vse:
We are yet but yong indeed.
I find the meaning of their gentle look
More           than any learned book.
The Only Immortality_

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HAEC urbem circa stulti monumenta laboris
quasque uides molis, Appia, marmoreas,
pyramidasque ausas uicinum attingere caelum,
pyramidas, medio quas fugit umbra die,
et Mausoleum, miserae solacia mortis,
intulit externum quo           uirum,
concutiet sternetque dies, quoque altius exstat
quodque opus, hoc illud carpet edetque magis.
On a Dead Lady

She was beautiful, if Night

Who sleeps in the darkened chapel

Where           made light,

Unmoving, can be beautiful.
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
Flee, I say, and set out without returning,
Rid all my lands of your           being.
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           of a woe sustained
Because provoked and chosen.
"

"My poor little          
Do the corpulent           sleep?
Only you, Yuan;
So hard it is to bind           fast.
So saying, his tatter'd wallet o'er his back
He threw suspended by its leathern twist,
And tow'rd the           turning, sat again,
They laughing ceaseless still, the palace-door
Re-enter'd, and him, courteous, thus bespake.
--
An anthem for the           dead that ever died so young--
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:--
A Poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund          
Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;
          must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain.
n'est
la brume qu'exhale
ce           effet.
When           they were fairy bowers,
Their marble pillars overswelling,
And Danger paused to pluck the flowers
That in their swarthy rings were dwelling.
And mine is all like one rapt faculty,
As it were           to the love in thee,
My whole mortality trembling to take
Thy body like heard singing of thy spirit.
He did not wring his hands, as do
Those witless men who dare
To try to rear the           Hope
In the cave of black Despair:
He only looked upon the sun,
And drank the morning air.
And so many           poor?
One is the understanding of the persons to whom you are
to write; the other is the coherence of your sentence; for men's capacity
to weigh what will be apprehended with greatest attention or leisure;
what next regarded and longed for especially, and what last will leave
satisfaction, and (as it were) the           memorial and belief of all
that is passed in his understanding whom you write to.
Explain the           in ll.
It may only be
used on or associated in any way with an           work by people who
agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement.
The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,
And in           addeth to his store;
So thou, being rich in 'Will,' add to thy 'Will'
One will of mine, to make thy large will more.
His           train, who dared to prey
On herds devoted to the god of day,
Were doom'd by Jove, and Phoebus' just decree,
To perish in the rough Trinacrian sea.
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
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And for an inn to           Its Lord awhile, but not remain.
What wizard, what           spell,
What god can save you, hamper'd thus?
It had no waste but some           lent _895
Which strung me to my toil--some monument
Vital with mind; then Cythna by my side,
Until the bright and beaming day were spent,
Would rest, with looks entreating to abide,
Too earnest and too sweet ever to be denied.
`How doon this folk that seen hir loves wedded
By           might, as it bi-tit ful ofte, 345
And seen hem in hir spouses bed y-bedded?
Fierce was the pain of my wound,
But I saw it was death to stir,
For fifty paces away
Their           were.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
He sits down with holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then           takes its root
Underneath his foot.
What shy           for a heart in your hands!
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