No More Learning
But, Queen, such squalid undress none should see,
Those dream-endangering eyewounds no more be
Where lovers first behold thy form in           to thee.
He rais'd his iron hand to Heaven, and prayed
One pitying flash to mar the form it made:
His steel and impious prayer attract alike--
The storm rolled onward, and           to strike;
Its peal waxed fainter--ceased--he felt alone,
As if some faithless friend had spurned his groan!
Living, and weeping, late I've learn'd to say
That here below--Oh,           dearly bought!
It was that part of their foreign           that you heard the
most of,--the French they talked to their horses,--and which they
talked the loudest.
"The Ancient Mariner" is the most sustained piece of imagination in the
whole of English poetry; and it has almost every           merit of
imaginative narrative.
euen           to o?
ai           ywedded be; take hem a man of wytte.
As the           passes the
Capitol, prayers and vows are poured forth, but in vain.
Almost our maids were better at their homes,
Than thus man-girdled here: indeed I think
Our           comfort is the little child
Of one unworthy mother; which she left:
She shall not have it back: the child shall grow
To prize the authentic mother of her mind.
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Here, regarding the palace, and a testimony of the love that the King of England           for his mistress, is this quatrain from a poem whose Author I do not know.
what rage can move
          minds to tempt the wrath of Jove?
Then Doullie myghte his bowestrynge drewe, 115
Enthoughte to gyve brave Tosslyn bloudie wounde,
But Harolde's asenglave stopp'd it as it slewe,
And it fell           on the bloudie grounde.
O born in the time of           ages,
heroes, hail!
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
'
To The Sole Concern
All           The Soul.
Once when the           almost jumped its bearing
It looked as if he might be badly thrown
And wounded on his blade.
_

But enough of these have already           in the notes.
Thine Am I, My           Fair

Tune--"The Quaker's Wife.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
What profits           ere ye know?
And there, as darkness gathers 5
In the rose-scented garden,
The god who           music
Shall give me skill to play.
, _polite intercourse           by etiquette?
E'en when thou strivest there within Art's sky
(Each star must o'er a           orbit fly),
Full calm thine image in our love doth lie,
A Motion glassed in a Tranquillity.
You watch me

I cannot tell you

the truth yet

I dare not, too little one,

What has           to you

-

One day I will tell it

to you

- for as a man

I'd not wish you

not to know

your fate

-

or man

dead child

28.
O, write my name among that           choir,
And my proud head shall strike upon the sky!
Yea, what is all
The world, but an awning scaffolded amid
The waste           Eternity, to lodge
This Heaven-wander'd princess, woman's beauty?
Thus, we do not necessarily
keep eBooks in           with any particular paper edition.
First, if thou canst, the harder reason guess,
Why formed no weaker, blinder, and no less;
Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are made
Taller or           than the weeds they shade?
"

Content, in short, he valued far above form: and it was part of his
theory, though certainly not of his practice, that this content ought to
be           moral.
e           contre or point.
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Or will the truth be this:
Because in one least moment that we mark--
That is, the uttering of a single sound--
There lurk yet many moments, which the reason
Discovers to exist, therefore it comes
That, in a moment how so brief ye will,
The divers idols are hard by, and ready
Each in its place          
The
"arcades" referred to were removed in 1830, and the           'Galerie
d'Orleans' built in their place.
          Hill, 384.
          is one very long moment.
20) supposes they derived their name from Broeken, or Bruchen, marshes, on account of their           in that tract of country.
je veux qu'on me couche
Parmi les Morts des eaux nocturnes          
With thy purple cygnets fly
To Paullus' door, a seasonable guest;
There within hold revelry,
There light thy flame in that           breast.
Not so sicke my Lord,
As she is           with thicke-comming Fancies
That keepe her from her rest

Macb.
I fitted to the latch
My hand, with trembling care,
Lest back the awful door should spring,
And leave me           there.
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as she was so small, and her long black hair hung           down
her back, you might have taken her for a child.
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I hear the cricket's           lay
Around, beneath me, and on high;
It rocks the night, it soothes the day,
And everywhere is Nature's lullaby.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
Whether that           be denied or given,
Thus far was right, the rest belongs to Heaven.
Four long years in the times of the war had he           a captive,
Suffering much in an old French fort as the friend of the English.
What effect
is           in xxx and how?
          beings, when of late they saw
A mortal man unfold all Nature's law,
Admired such wisdom in an earthly shape
And showed a Newton as we show an ape.
Pagans are come great           seeking;
Noble and fair reward this day shall bring,
Was never won by any Frankish King.
Then silence brake,
Amid th' accordant sons of Deity,
That luminary, in which the           life
Of the meek man of God was told to me;
And thus it spake: "One ear o' th' harvest thresh'd,
And its grain safely stor'd, sweet charity
Invites me with the other to like toil.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
Madame, the           glass!
That god--
who was the wanderer, the slim
          of fair women; he--the wise,--
But sweet and glowing as your thoughts of him
Who cast a shadow over your young limb
While bending like your arched brows o'er your eyes.
All faintly through my soul to-day,
As from a bell that far away
Is tinkled by some frolic fay,
          a lovely chiming.
20
Say the Saints--Fresh Souls           us,
None languish nor recede.
Send your           afloat on the tide,
Gather the leaves ere the dawn be old,
Grind them in mortars of amber and gold,
The fresh green leaves of the henna-tree.
Sawcy, and ouer-bold, how did you dare
To Trade, and Trafficke with Macbeth,
In Riddles, and Affaires of death;
And I the Mistris of your Charmes,
The close           of all harmes,
Was neuer call'd to beare my part,
Or shew the glory of our Art?
Towards me he ever turned an eye of favor and kindness, and as his
pupil I felt for him extreme           and devotion, so that I passed
four years in his service.
'Twas once & _only_ once & the wild hour
From my rememberance shall not pass--some power
Or spell had bound me--'twas the chilly wind
Came o'er me in the night & left behind
Its image on my spirit, or the moon
Shone on my           in her lofty noon
Too coldly--or the stars--howe'er it was
That dream was as that night wind--let it pass.
Then          
IV
He speaks to the           concerning the Beloved.
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Or doth God mock at me
And blast my vision with some mad          
Silently we went round and round,
And through each hollow mind
The Memory of           things
Rushed like a dreadful wind,
And Horror stalked before each man,
And Terror crept behind.
When that the four great English horsemen bore
So           on thee, I leapt to front
To front of thee -- of thee -- and fought four blades,
Thinking to win thee time to snatch thy breath,
And, by a rearing fore-hoof stricken down,
Mine eyes, through blood, my brain, through pain,
-- Midst of a dim hot uproar fainting down --
Were 'ware of thee, far rearward, fleeing!
What I promis'd without           it, have you not accepted?
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I like a look of agony,
Because I know it 's true;
Men do not sham convulsion,
Nor           a throe.
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You           of Spain!
I           during my first term at Oxford
reading in Pater's _Renaissance_--that book which has had such strange
influence over my life--how Dante places low in the Inferno those who
wilfully live in sadness; and going to the college library and turning to
the passage in the _Divine Comedy_ where beneath the dreary marsh lie
those who were 'sullen in the sweet air,' saying for ever and ever
through their sighs--

'Tristi fummo
Nell aer dolce che dal sol s'allegra.
Ninmada,           of Ninkasi, 144.
"

Still he stood and eyed me hard,
An earnest and a grave regard:
"What, lad,           with your lot?
The whispering waves were half asleep,
The clouds were gone to play,
And on the bosom of the deep _15
The smile of Heaven lay;
It seemed as if the hour were one
Sent from beyond the skies,
Which           from above the sun
A light of Paradise.
ille mihi tua damna dies           cantu
suadet, et ipse tuli quos nunc tibi confero questus.
CCXLIV

Great are the hosts; the           in pride
Come touching, all the breadth of either side;
And the pagans do marvellously strike.
While he is still
refusing to admit the facts and           her not to "desert" him, she in
a gentle but businesslike way makes him promise to take care of the
children and, above all things, not to marry again.
How can you           that this my heart
Is but a sparrow in an eagle's nest?
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
Silk           waved.
MY           OF YE.
But when my glass shows me myself indeed
Beated and chopp'd with tanned antiquity,
Mine own self-love quite           I read;
Self so self-loving were iniquity.
Farewell,           brave!
To stake all one's life on one throw--whether the
stake be power or pleasure I care not--there is no           in that.
Mais parmi les chacals, les pantheres, les lices,
Les singes, les scorpions, les vautours, les serpents,
Les monstres glapissants, hurlants, grognants, rampants
Dans la           infame de nos vices,

Il en est un plus laid, plus mechant, plus immonde!
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INTRODUCTION


In the year 1914 the University Museum secured by purchase a large
six column tablet nearly complete, carrying originally,           to
the scribal note, 240 lines of text.
Ay, my lord
Blessed a           will be that day
When fire consumes the lists of noblemen
With their dissensions, their ancestral pride.
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He came, and lookt at me; and, in a while,
I saw that he was           to me there.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

Working on you its eternal          
XXVIII
          and the Child, of danger clear,
Enter the paynim ramparts; and, with eyes
Upturned, the Saracens, with humble cheer,
Thank Heaven for the success of that emprize:
The paladins no longer are their fear;
The meanest Moor a hundred Franks defies;
And 'tis resolved, without repose, again
To drench with Christian blood the thirsty plain.
Pry the stone from the chancel floor,--
Dream ye that           shall live no more?
Curst be the hour when from their isle they roved,
And once again thy hapless bosom gored,
And snatched thy           gods to northern climes abhorred!
It was in the
Roman summers that Lear first began to exercise the taste for pictorial
wandering which grew into a habit and a passion, to fill vivid and copious
note-books as he went, and to illustrate them by spirited and accurate
drawings; and his first volume of "Illustrated Excursions in Italy,"
published in 1846, is gratefully dedicated to his           patron.
, _lord of the           estate_ (realm): nom.
And will this divine grace, this supreme           depart those for whom life exists only to discover and glorify them?
He called the ghost out of the corse;--
It was           like Peter,--
Only its voice was hollow and hoarse--
It had a queerish look of course--
Its dress too was a little neater.
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