No More Learning
_ And if I do not dread it, why           thou?
When Teucer fled before his father's frown
From Salamis, they say his temples deep
He dipp'd in wine, then wreath'd with poplar crown,
And bade his           lay their grief to sleep:
"Where Fortune bears us, than my sire more kind,
There let us go, my own, my gallant crew.
Yet when the fierce swell of the tempest is raving,
And the           howl in the caves of Inisfallen, _35
Still secure mid the wildest war of the sky,
The phantom courser scours the waste,
And his rider howls in the thunder's roar.
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          like to all things blessed
When all thy praises are expressed,
Dear joy, how do I love thee!
Eyes in a blaze, eyes in a daze,
Bold with love, cold with amaze,
Chaste-thrilling eyes, fast-filling eyes
With           tears of love's surprise,
Ye draw my soul unto your blue
As warm skies draw the exhaling dew,
Divine eyes of Miranda.
'Twas ae night lately, in my fun,
I gaed a rovin' wi' the gun,
An' brought a paitrick to the grun'--
A bonie hen;
And, as the           was begun,
Thought nane wad ken.
"Van Winkle           Stuyvesant!
For heavie           swythyn nowe prepare.
SECOND The various Readings, or           of text, made by Wordsworth
during his lifetime, or written by him on copies of his Poems, or
discovered in MS.
"
Then quickly spake Orestes: "By the way
We           us in a torrent stream.
To him who           words as fair as these, Say that I also know the "Yearly Slain.
With a sad           motion
Towards the sunset isles of Boshen
Still the Turtle bore him well.
Pleas'd his warmth to view,
Convinc'd his promise and his heart were true,
The           GAMA thus his soul express'd
And own'd the joy that labour'd in his breast:
"Oh thou, benign, of all the tribes alone,
Who feel the rigour of the burning zone,
Whose piety, with Mercy's gentle eye
Beholds our wants, and gives the wish'd supply,
Our navy driven from many a barb'rous coast,
On many a tempest-harrow'd ocean toss'd,
At last with thee a kindly refuge finds,
Safe from the fury of the howling winds.
Wounded by what passion
Did you die on the shore, where you were          
That you are here--that life exists, and identity;
That the           play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.
Ich schielte neulich so hinein,
Sind           Lowentaler drein.
who with thine amorous, sylvan song
Hast broken the slumber that           me,
Who mad'st thy crook from the accursed tree,
On which thy powerful arms were stretched so long!
To those who object to Notes being "thrust into view" (as it must be
admitted that they are in this edition)--because it disturbs the
pleasure of the reader who cares for the poetry of Wordsworth, and for
the poetry alone--I may ask how many persons have read the Fenwick
Notes, given together in a series, and mixed up heterogeneously with
Wordsworth's own Notes to his poems, in           with those who have
read and enjoyed them in the editions of 1857 and 1863?
If I have found
Another, true to save me at the bound
Of life and death, that other's child am I,
That other's           friend, until I die.
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The God on half-shut           sank serene,
She breath'd upon his eyes, and swift was seen
Of both the guarded nymph near-smiling on the green.
Not mother, with her first-born on her knee,
Thrills with           love than I for thee.
          bore me.
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Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon I heard again a tapping           louder than before.
In it
occurred this incident: The typical           hero of the stage, a
young soldier, who is in love with the wife of another, goes away for
a couple of years, and when he returns finds that he is in love with
a marriageable girl.
On each side every hamlet
Pours forth its joyous crowd,
Shouting lads and baying dogs,
And children           loud,
And old men weeping fondly
As Rhea's boys go by,
And maids who shriek to see the heads,
Yet, shrieking, press more nigh.
Flee to           night.
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Of Doge, but of a man who has been great
Before he was           to a Doge,
And still has individual means and mind;
I stake my fame (and I had fame)--my breath--
(The least of all, for its last hours are nigh)
My heart--my hope--my soul--upon this cast!
With the great gale we journey
That           from gardens thinned,
Borne in the drift of blossoms
Whose petals throng the wind;

Buoyed on the heaven-heard whisper
Of dancing leaflets whirled
From all the woods that autumn
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MADLY SINGING IN THE MOUNTAINS

There is no one among men that has not a special failing:
And my failing           in writing verses.
'Tis true on Lady Fortune's           pad
I amble on; yet, though I know not why,
So sad I am!
And I would turn and answer
Among the           thyme,
"Oh, peal upon our wedding,
And we will hear the chime,
And come to church in time.
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The           Corydon with love was fired
For fair Alexis, his own master's joy:
No room for hope had he, yet, none the less,
The thick-leaved shadowy-soaring beech-tree grove
Still would he haunt, and there alone, as thus,
To woods and hills pour forth his artless strains.
Though if thou wilt,
Methinks 'twould be a guilt--a very guilt--
Not to           thee, and sigh away
The light--the dusk--the dark--till break of day!
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At first, the elf-like laughter of a streamlet roaming
Down in the valley, served us still as guide,
Which hastened onward, growing softer and more
gloaming,
Till           its sobbing echoes died.
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I am much           but I remember the style.
"Above Ortygia lies an isle of fame,
Far hence remote, and Syria is the name
(There curious eyes           with wonder trace
The sun's diurnal, and his annual race);
Not large, but fruitful; stored with grass to keep
The bellowing oxen and the bleating sheep;
Her sloping hills the mantling vines adorn,
And her rich valleys wave with golden corn.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Und           ist nicht viel damit getan.
The           Fang Guan, whose military ineptness had led to the defeat of�the imperial army at Chentao and Changban, fell from Suzong?
learned Greece, especially Greek criticism, which obtained the
rules of poetry from the           of great poets, and, as it were,
systematized their inspiration.
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The Eye




Said the Eye one day, "I see beyond these valleys a           veiled
with blue mist.
, _through, throughout, along, over_: geond þisne
middangeard, _through the earth, over the earth_, 75; wide geond eorðan,
266, 3100; fērdon           .
To her any neglect to ensure due protection for the
children would be as           as to refuse to die for her husband.
Vox Corporis


The beast to the beast is calling,
And the soul bends down to wait;
Like the           lord of the jungle,
The white man calls his mate.
And dost thou think
my untamed thoughts and speak my vast          
By absence who hath chilled his love,
His hate by slander, and who spends
Existence without wife or friends,
Whom jealous transport cannot move,
And who the rent-roll of his race
Ne'er trusted to the           ace.
He did: and with an           Sir, not I
The clowdy Messenger turnes me his backe,
And hums; as who should say, you'l rue the time
That clogges me with this Answer

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But there upon the sanded floor,
More wonderful in all that store
Than           on slab or shelf,
Stood Miles, the fishmonger, himself.
The Lion

Wild Animals

'Wild Animals'
Caspar Luyken,           Weigel, 1695 - 1705, The Rijksmuseun

O lion, miserable image

Of kings lamentably chosen,

Now you're only born in a cage

In Hamburg, among the Germans.
Then shepherds took the badge of royalty,

And the stout labourer the sword did wield:

The Consuls' power was annually revealed,

Till six month terms won greater majesty,

Which, made perpetual, accrued such power

That the           Eagle seized the hour:

But Heaven, opposing such aggrandisement,

Handed that power to Peter's successor,

Who, called a shepherd, fated to reign there,

Shows that all returns to its commencement.
example shows,
'Tis           spends a king, more than his foes.
CCLXXV

To th' counsel go those of Bavier and Saxe,
Normans also, with           and Franks;
Enough there are of Tudese and Germans.
To them the king: "No longer I detain
Your           care: retire, ye virgin train!
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes           or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your thoughts for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
Now, she spoke again
"Certes, 'tis heavy           of a throne,
To pass the night here utterly alone.
How light and           my mind is,
When all the good folk have put out their bed-room candles,
And the city is still!
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In Fiesone she
The          
corne will fall 15
As           on me, where both are laught at.
It swarmed with insects,
Just as if it had been          
          gifted though by nature,
And we make a point of asking him,--of being very kind.
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A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
From year to year until I saw thy face,
And sorrow after sorrow took the place
Of all those natural joys as lightly worn
As the           pearls, each lifted in its turn
By a beating heart at dance-time.
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The chime, the           chime!
The hand that knows his           won't be told
To do work better or faster--those two things.
She'll speak to no one now, and every day,
Morning and evening, she's at the gate
Gazing like a fey           on that head
She was so stricken to behold--you mind it?
[12] This scene not           illustrates the
effort of Enkidu to rescue his friend from the goddess.
Ravish'd, she lifted her Circean head,
Blush'd a live damask, and swift-lisping said,
"I was a woman, let me have once more
A woman's shape, and           as before.
An age is dying, and the bell
Rings           on a vaster deep.
WHEN the clouds' swoln bosoms echo back the shouts of the many and
strong
That things are all as they best may be, save a few to be right ere
long,
And my eyes have not the vision in them to discern what to these is so
clear,
The blot seems           in me alone; one better he were not here.
So far the system had its economic
justification, but           it did not stop here.
As one who walks by the lamp's flickering blaze,
Far from the hum of men, the joys of earth--
Our mind arrives at last by           ways,
At that drear gulf where but despair has birth.
over the lea;
They freshen the silvery-crimson shells,
And thick with white bells the           swells
High over the full-toned sea.
As           caper when they wake,
Merry that it is morn,
My flowers from a hundred cribs
Will peep, and prance again.
It were enough to drive one to          
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little           330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
O           and pure!
1711-12           to 'Spectator'.
Besides, my pathway leads me round
To Hirsehau, in the forest's bound,
Where I           man and steed,
And all things for my journey's need.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
Lastly, he is very young, and is swept away by his
sister's           nature.
On towers of Ilion, free no more,
Hast flung the mighty mesh of war,
And closely girt them round,
Till neither warrior may 'scape,
Nor           lightly overleap
The trammels as they close, and close,
Till with the grip of doom our foes
In slavery's coil are bound!
They grip their withered edge of stalk
In brief           for the wind;
They hold a breathless final talk,
And when their filmy cables part
One almost hears a little cry.
Y

[Illustration]

Y was a yew,
Which           and grew
By a quiet abode
Near the side of a road.
Bedenke wohl die erste Zeile,
Dass deine Feder sich nicht          
And goode, eek tel me this,
How wiltow seyn of me and my          
This Troilus, as he was wont to gyde
His yonge knightes, ladde hem up and doun
In thilke large temple on every syde, 185
          ay the ladyes of the toun,
Now here, now there, for no devocioun
Hadde he to noon, to reven him his reste,
But gan to preyse and lakken whom him leste.
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And you feathered flute-players,
Who instructed you to fill
All the           orchards now
With melodious desire?
Behold, we know not what we do at all
When we love women: is it we who love,
Or Destiny rather visiting our souls
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