No More Learning
The           lines are just too short or too
long, a circumstance very irritating to the reader, whose ear expects
the rhythm to continue.
Yet one doubt
Pursues me still, least all I cannot die,
Least that pure breath of Life, the Spirit of Man
Which God inspir'd, cannot together perish
With this           Clod; then in the Grave,
Or in some other dismal place, who knows
But I shall die a living Death?
Not less           did I take my place
At our domestic table: and, [P] dear Friend
In this endeavour simply to relate
A Poet's history, may I leave untold 80
The thankfulness with which I laid me down
In my accustomed bed, more welcome now
Perhaps than if it had been more desired
Or been more often thought of with regret;
That lowly bed whence I had heard the wind 85
Roar and the rain beat hard, where I so oft
Had lain awake on summer nights to watch
The moon in splendour couched among the leaves
Of a tall ash, that near our cottage stood; [Q]
Had watched her with fixed eyes while to and fro 90
In the dark summit of the waving tree
She rocked with every impulse of the breeze.
Yet,

(Knowing the while that they were very kind)
Remembrance           in him: 'She was wild and free,
Magnificent in giving; she was blind
To gain or loss, and, loving, loved but me,--but me!
De voir sachies, quant les oi,
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Que mes si douce melodie
Ne fu d'omme mortel oie.
In           of a Hebe's fate

Rising over this cup at your lips' kisses,

I spend my fires with the slender rank of prelate

And won't even figure naked on Sevres dishes.
Astonishd &           he beheld
Her shadowy form now Separate he shudderd & was silent
Till her caresses & her tears revivd him to life & joy
Two wills they had two intellects & not as in times of old
This Urizen percievd & silent brooded in darkning Clouds
To him his Labour was but Sorrow & his Kingdom was Repentance
He drave the Male Spirits all away from Ahania {Alternate reading of "drove" for "drave.
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          he saw,
beams of a blaze that brightly shone.
" Hogg and Motherwell, with an ignorance which is
easier to laugh at than account for, say this Poem was "written on the
occasion of Alexander Cunningham's darling sweetheart           him
and marrying another:--she acted a wise part.
La Mort savante met dans ces bieres pareilles
Un symbole d'un gout bizarre et captivant,

Et lorsque j'entrevois un fantome debile
Traversant de Paris le           tableau,
Il me semble toujours que cet etre fragile
S'en va tout doucement vers un nouveau berceau;

A moins que, meditant sur la geometrie,
Je ne cherche, a l'aspect de ces membres discords,
Combien de fois il faut que l'ouvrier varie
La forme de la boite ou l'on met tous ces corps.
Land of the          
We left the house           reconciled.
"
But
O O O O that           Rag--
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
"What shall I do now?
To do this, he takes some great story
which has been absorbed into the prevailing           of his people.
The knight, righting himself in his
saddle, rolls           his red eyes about, bends his bristly green
brows, and strokes his beard awaiting a reply.
--
Strange that I should have grown so           blind.
charming fair, said he, be not distressed;
No savage of the woods nor giant 's nigh,
A wand'ring knight alone you now descry,
          thus to meet a beauteous belle
Such charms divine, what angel can excel!
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
_Abishag_ presents the contrast between the dawning and
the fading life; _David Singing Before Saul_ shows the impatience of
awakening ambition, and           is the man who forces even God to do
his will.
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointed to the east, began to say:

"Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
Voila que monte en lui le vin de la Paresse,
Soupir d'harmonica qui           delirer;
L'enfant se sent, selon la lenteur des caresses,
Sourdre et mourir sans cesse un desir de pleurer.
Proud of this pride,
He is           thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side.
But I'll           a secret that touches you.
Swallows check their winding flight,
And           on the chimney light.
The boys are up the woods with day
To fetch the           away,
And home at noonday from the hills
They bring no dearth of daffodils.
O worthyest Cousin,
The sinne of my           euen now
Was heauie on me.
O Tiburnian groves,
And orchards           with shifting streams!
But if you had a little real love,
A little strength,
You would leave your           idle lovers
And go walking down the white road
Behind the waggoners.
The Sanctuary



If I could keep my innermost Me
Fearless, aloof and free
Of the least breath of love or hate,
And not disconsolate
At the sick load of sorrow laid on men;
If I could keep a           there
Free even of prayer,
If I could do this, then,
With quiet candor as I grew more wise
I could look even at God with grave forgiving eyes.
(gūð-byrne,
līc-syrce)           (because the shirts of mail consisted of interlaced
rings), 322, 551.
X

That idle name of love, and lovers life,
As losse of time, and vertues enimy,
I ever scornd, and joyd to stirre up strife,
In middest of their           Tragedy, 85
Ay wont to laugh, when them I heard to cry,
And blow the fire, which them to ashes brent:
Their God himselfe, griev'd at my libertie,
Shot many a dart at me with fiers intent,
But I them warded all with wary government.
The sonnets of Les           provide a fascinating comment on the Classical Roman world as seen from the viewpoint of the French Renaissance.
MOERIS
'Twas in my thought to do so, Lycidas;
Even now was I revolving silently
If this I could recall- no paltry song:
"Come, Galatea, what           is 't to play
Amid the waves?
XV

"From sunrise unto sunset
All earth shall hear thy fame:
A glorious city thou shalt build,
And name it by thy name:
And there,           through ages,
Like Vesta's sacred fire,
Shall live the spirit of thy nurse,
The spirit of thy sire.
My           tear me,
I dread their fever.
Some seed the birds devour,
And some the season mars,
But here and there will flower
The solitary stars,

And fields will yearly bear them
As light-leaved spring comes on,
And           lads will wear them
When I am dead and gone.
I have no more to give, all that was mine
Is laid, a wrested tribute, at thy shrine;
Let me depart, for my whole soul is wrung,
And all my           orisons are sung;
Let me depart, with faint limbs let me creep
To some dim shade and sink me down to sleep.
Older than Saturn, 5
Older than Rhea,
That           music,
Falling and surging

With the vast rhythm
Ceaseless, eternal, 10
Keeps the long tally
Of all things mortal.
]

[Illustration:           Deliciosa.
Give me the cups;
And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
The trumpet to the           without,
The cannons to the heavens, the heaven to earth,
'Now the King drinks to Hamlet.
          from the Swedish by
STORK, author of "Sea and Bay," etc.
More strong affections never reason served,

Yet still           most what best deserved.
Since thou in all thy youth and charms,
Must bid the world adieu,
(A world 'gainst peace in constant arms)
To join the           few.
All have not           in the form of snowflakes but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp sorcerers and obey them.
They have           their ships in the current,
they have bridled the neck of the sea--
The Shepherd and Lord of the East
hath bidden a roadway to be!
Well, in this broad bed lie and sleep,--
The           stars will vigil keep,--
Embalmed by purifying cold;
The winds shall sing their dead-march old,
The snow is no ignoble shroud,
The moon thy mourner, and the cloud.
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Says           "My sword is in its place,
At Rencesvals scarlat I will it stain;
Find I Rollanz the proud upon my way,
I'll fall on him, or trust me not again,
And Durendal I'll conquer with this blade,
Franks shall be slain, and France a desert made.
She's lady, they replied, to great 'squire Good,
Who's almost bald from age 'tis understood;
But as he's rich, and high in rank appears,
Why that's a           you know for years.
445
DE           III.
I keep my countenance,
I remain self-possessed
Except when a street piano,           and tired
Reiterates some worn-out common song
With the smell of hyacinths across the garden
Recalling things that other people have desired.
Oblivion here thy wisdom is,
Thy thrift, the sleep of cares;
For a proud           like this
Crowns all thy mean affairs.
Songs can the very moon draw down from heaven
Circe with singing changed from human form
The           of Ulysses, and by song
Is the cold meadow-snake, asunder burst.
compared with me,
          not doing ill--fate far more mild.
Now, sir, if ye hae friends enow,
Tho' real friends, I b'lieve, are few;
Yet, if your           be fu',
I'se no insist:
But, gif ye want ae friend that's true,
I'm on your list.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Scyria sic tenerum uirgo flammabat Achillem
fraudis adhuc expers bellatricisque docebat
ducere fila manus et, mox quos horruit Ide,
Thessalicos roseo           pollice crinis.
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'And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love;
And these black bodies and this           face
Are but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
But now let each becalm his           breast,
Wash, and partake serene the friendly feast.
Rodrigue
Chasing the harsh course of my           fate.
XXXVII

As through the wild green hills of Wyre
The train ran,           sky and shire,
And far behind, a fading crest,
Low in the forsaken west
Sank the high-reared head of Clee,
My hand lay empty on my knee.
Thinking about his embrace and its pleasures, she seems to be asking

Shouldn't our           son here at our side stand erect?
While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont,
And bathe thy           tresses, meekest Eve!
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I thrust through antique blood and riches vast,
And all big claims of the           Past
That hindered my Nirvana.
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Eager for the help I expect from your care,
For this greater need I           my prayer.
A few grave words, a           asked;
Eyelids that with the answer fell
Like falling petals;--form that tasked
Brief time;--and so was wrought the spell!
'



THE VILLAIN

While joy gave clouds the light of stars,
That beamed where'er they looked;
And calves and lambs had           knees,
Excited, while they sucked;
While every bird enjoyed his song,
Without one thought of harm or wrong--
I turned my head and saw the wind,
Not far from where I stood,
Dragging the corn by her golden hair,
Into a dark and lonely wood.
There is also a
wider reference to the           between the Turks and the allied Christian
powers, which had been going on since the siege of Vienna in 1529.
          visited the United States
His laughter tinkled among the teacups.
What race
Are these, who seem so           with woe?
Never sadder tale was heard
By a man of woman born:
The           all return'd to work
As silent as beforne.
You who are really a lady of silks and satins
Are now become my hill and stream          
FROM HAFIZ

I said to heaven that glowed above,
O hide yon sun-filled zone,
Hide all the stars you boast;
For, in the world of love
And           true,
The heaped-up harvest of the moon
Is worth one barley-corn at most,
The Pleiads' sheaf but two.
APOLLO

Was it not well, my           to aid,
Then most of all when hardest was the need?
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From 1815 to 1843 these 'Lines' were placed by Wordsworth among his
"Poems of           and Reflection.
All           upon their knees they fell.
In the
event of its           any decided shape, IT WOULD BE MY DUTY to go to
Italy without delay.
Willow           I broke and peeled bits of straws,
Ever lonely in crowds, in Nature's own laws--
My ball room the pasture, my music the bees,
My drink was the fountain, my church the tall trees.
) plague of our           and pest.
And, what is a stranjre thinjr, the very spunks,
which one would think should rather deface and blot
out the whole book, and were           used for that
purpose, are become now the instalments to make
them legible.
•
Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
Or by an           on a paper?
Next a row of soles and plaice
With querulous and twisted face,
And red-eyed bloaters, golden-grey;
Smoked           ranked in neat array;
A group of smelts that take the light
Like slips of rainbow, pearly bright;
Silver trout with rosy spots,
And coral shrimps with keen black dots
For eyes, and hard and jointed sheath
And crisp tails curving underneath.
In Memoriam_

_i_

_Alcimus_

ALCIME, quem raptum domino           annis
Lauicana leui caespite uelat humus,
accipe non Pario nutantia pondera saxo,
quae cineri uanus dat ruitura labor,
sed facilis buxos et opacas palmitis umbras
quaeque uirent lacrimis roscida prata meis.
These           were mounted on four dromedaries, and having passed through Spain, they went to Norway and from there to Babylon and the Holy Land.
She           kissed me,
She fondly caressed,
And then I fell gently
To sleep on her breast--
Deeply to sleep
From the heaven of her breast.
Þā þæt sweord ongan
æfter heaðo-swāte hilde-gicelum
wīg-bil wanian; þæt wæs wundra sum,
þæt hit eal gemealt īse gelīcost,
1610 þonne forstes bend fæder onlǣteð,
          wæl-rāpas, sē þe geweald hafað
sǣla and mǣla; þæt is sōð metod.
Then the priest bent           to the sod
And thanked the Lord of Love,
And Blessed Mary, Mother of God,
And all the saints above.
Remember how           erst was lost!
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To see if it can grant to the heart, at your blow,

The           of stones and the azure.
WATERS OF BABYLON


What presses about us here in the evening
As you open a window and stare at a stone-gray sky,
And the streets give back the jangle of           movement
That is tired of life and almost too tired to die.
A little masterpiece in a very           style: Catullus himself could
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