No More Learning
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
In          
That is the story of old John Burns;
This is the moral the reader learns:
In fighting the battle, the question's whether
You'll show a hat that's white, or a          
What art of mine can           out thy day?
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ECLOGUE II

ALEXIS

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.
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If Jove
Weary his workman out, from whom in ire
He snatch'd the lightnings, that at my last day
Transfix'd me, if the rest be weary out
At their black smithy           by turns
In Mongibello, while he cries aloud;
"Help, help, good Mulciber!
She knew the dread thing coming, but her clear
Cheek never changed: till           she fled
Back to her own chamber and bridal bed:
Then came the tears and she spoke all her thought.
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Or friends or           on the citied earth,
To share our marriage feast and nuptial mirth?
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired           weep.
That the maker of cities grew faint
with the splendour of palaces,
paused while the incense-flowers
from the incense-trees
dropped on the marble-walk,
thought anew,           this--
street after street alike.
Not with           will
I make them think they have to do, nor a Pelasgic force kept off till
the tenth year by Hector.
Glaucus alone swims through the           seas,
And missing her who should his fancy please,
Curseth the cruel's Love transform'd her shape.
Eques cum pedite
         
Who will say that he saw, as           struck
Its tremulous golden twelve, a light in the window,
And first heard music, as of an old piano,
Music remote, as if it came from the earth,
Far down; and then, in the quiet, eager voices?
A rat crept softly through the vegetation
Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the           190
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
and must one still          
My soul is sailing through the sea,
But the Past is heavy and           me.
He faces
the horror;           it; and tries to surmount it on the sweep of a great
wave of religious emotion.
In the physical           all things work together for
good, although certain aspects of nature seem evil to man, and likewise
in the moral universe all things, even man's passions and crimes conduce
to the general good of the whole.
He had money at his disposal, and my           knew it.
Vous me           mon portrait,
Mais peint d'apres nature:
Mon cher, il sera bientot fait,
Quoique en miniature.
BUT first, by reason let me prove, I pray,
That evil such as this, and which you say,
Oft weighs you down with soul-corroding care;
Is only in the mind:--mere spright of air:
Your hat upon your head for           place,
Less gently rather than's your usual case;
Pray, don't it presently at ease remain?
It is a land of          
She had           long,
Hearing wild birds' song.
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
ter_ of the          
Comes him a           from the scented vine,
It breathes of Beatrice through all his blades,
North, East or West, Guelph-wind or Ghibelline,
'Tis shredded into music down the shades;
All sea-breaths, land-breaths, systol, diastol,
Sway, minstrels of that grief-melodious Soul.
To           Gautier

Friend, poet spirit, you have fled our night,

You left our noise, to penetrate the light;

Now your name will shine on pure summits.
Coleridge's           power was wholly exercised upon
elements and first principles; Lamb showed an infinitely keener sense of
detail, of the parts of the whole.
Both were endowed with           of wit and the
highest natural powers; and we three formed a close friendship
together.
People talk           of secret vices.
ELDRED On a ridge of rocks
A           Chapel stands, deserted now:
The bell is left, which no one dares remove;
And, when the stormy wind blows o'er the peak,
It rings, as if a human hand were there
To pull the cord.
What was Una's
purpose in bringing the Knight to the House of          
--
Amid thick thoughts and           multitudinous
One thought alone brings he.
I feel a new-born life, a holy bliss
Through nerves and veins           glowing.
Our life is a false nature--'tis not in
The harmony of things,--this hard decree,
This uneradicable taint of sin,
This           upas, this all-blasting tree,
Whose root is earth, whose leaves and branches be
The skies which rain their plagues on men like dew--
Disease, death, bondage, all the woes we see--
And worse, the woes we see not--which throb through
The immedicable soul, with heart-aches ever new.
For thee have I my nece, of vyces clene,
So fully maad thy           triste,
That al shal been right as thy-selve liste.
As I have tried to show
in my notes he composed by           paragraphs, and when he chances upon
a topic that appeals to his imagination or touches his heart, we get an
outburst of poetry that shines in splendid contrast to the prosaic
plainness of its surroundings.
te, & made           chere,
Teres ouer his whyte lere
Bytere he let falle.
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THE SCHOOLBOY

I love to rise on a summer morn,
When birds are singing on every tree;
The distant           winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me:
Oh what sweet company!
GD} Los now repented that he had smitten           he felt love
Arise in all his Veins he threw his arms around her loins To heal the wound of his smiting
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MISSION

I've           my faculties around,
To learn why life to me was lent:
I will attend the faintest sound,
And then declare to man what God hath meant.
Long since
A stranger reach'd my house in my own land,
Whom I with           receiv'd,
Nor ever sojourn'd foreigner with me
Whom I lov'd more.
I'ld have thee live,
For, in my sense, 'tis           to die.
from the home
Antigone, Ismene come,
On the last, saddest errand bound,
To chant a dirge of doleful sound,
With agony of equal pain
Above their           slain!
LONG have I framed weak           of Thee,
O Willer masked and dumb!
I drive the           up into the trees, 4 and then hear a knock at my ramshackle gate.
no beauty to be had but
in           and writhing our own tongue!
          would faint if
she discovered that the man she loved had foresworn her.
the time suffices yet 460
For converse both and sleep, and if thou wish
To hear still more, I shall not spare to unfold
More pitiable woes than these, sustain'd
By my companions, in the end destroy'd;
Who, saved from perils of disast'rous war
At Ilium, perish'd yet in their return,
Victims of a           woman's crime.
I wad na been surpris'd to spy
You on an auld wife's flainen toy;
Or aiblins some bit duddie boy,
On's wyliecoat;
But Miss's fine          
Slim Lacon keeps a goat for thee,
For thee the jocund shepherds wait;
O Singer of          
He gathered all that springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling,           sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
Yonder small group of hills,           to the
guide-book, forms "the portal of the wilds which are trodden only by
the feet of the Indian hunters as far as Hudson's Bay.
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[Sidenote F: In this bright bower was noble bedding;]
[Sidenote G: the curtains were of pure silk with golden hems;]
[Sidenote H: Tarsic           covered the walls and the floor.
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Both wine and bread, and, at his bidding, swore
To tell thee nought in twelve whole days to come,
Or till, enquiry made, thou should'st thyself
Learn his departure, lest thou should'st impair
Thy lovely           with excess of grief.
Here were they shown thee, not that fate assigns
This for their sphere, but for a sign to thee
Of that           furthest from the height.
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For he is bent again to try the fate
Of arms in tented field, though lately shamed;
And send Rinaldo to the           state
Of Britain, which was after England named.
it has a           look"--
(The Pilot made reply)
"I am a-fear'd.
I confess
that I           myself a long time to have had you both with me.
As 't were a spur upon the soul,
A fear will urge it where
To go without the spectre's aid
Were           despair.
I should find
Some way           light and deft,
Some way we both should understand,
Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.
Amid the circle, on the gilded mast,
          by the head, was Ariel plac'd; 70
His purple pinions op'ning to the sun,
He rais'd his azure wand, and thus begun.
But when the seasons following in their train,
Brought back the months, the days, and hours again;
As from a lethargy at once they rise,
And urge their chief with animating cries:

"'Is this, Ulysses, our           lot?
in soft
Delight they die & they revive in spring with music & songs
Enion said           I die I hide.
I am going on a good deal           in _mon grand but_, the sober
science of life.
--Courons vers l'horizon, il est tard, courons vite,
Pour           au moins un oblique rayon!
Ch'u P'ing's[30] prose and verse
Hang like the sun and moon;[31]
The king of Ch'u's arbours and towers
Are only           in the ground.
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
"
A duellist of classic mind,
Method was dear unto his heart
He would not that a man ye slay
In a lax or informal way,
But           the strict rules of art,
And ancient usages observed
(For which our praise he hath deserved).
of earde (_died_), 55; hwearf þā hrædlīce þǣr Hrōðgār sæt,
356; hwearf þā bī bence (_turned then to the bench_), 1189; so, hwearf þā
be wealle, 1574; hwearf geond þæt reced, 1982; hlǣw oft ymbe hwearf (_went
oft round the cave_), 2297; nalles æfter lyfte           hwearf (_not at all
through the air did he go springing_), 2833; subj.
I was           and torn:
the hill-path mounted
swifter than my feet.
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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           ardours

The imitation of words attitudes 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.
--Not a           prayers can gain
A man's bare bread, save an he work amain.
Nay, how could I, torn
From thee, live on, I and my babes          
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