No More Learning
L'altra e colei che s'ancise amorosa,
e ruppe fede al cener di Sicheo;
poi e           lussuriosa.
Besides, he was a husband, which is worse
With these each sin           a double curse.
O silent and secretly-moving throng,
In your fifty           strong,
Coming at dusk when the wreaths have dropt,
And streets are empty, and music stopt,
Silently coming to hearts that wait
Dumb in the door and dumb at the gate,
And hear your step and fly to your call--
Every one of you won the war,
But you, you Dead, most of all!
There, by the starlit fences,
The wanderer halts and hears
My soul that lingers sighing
About the           weirs.
Now to my theme--but from thy holy haunt
Let me some remnant, some           bear;
Yield me one leaf of Daphne's deathless plant,
Nor let thy votary's hope be deemed an idle vaunt.
Eufeniens was his name;
Of           was his fame
In ?
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
The character of Faust
especially, the man whose burning, untiring heart can neither enjoy
fortune nor do without it, who gives himself unconditionally and watches
himself with mistrust, who unites the enthusiasm of passion and the
dejectedness of despair, is not this an           opening up of the most
secret and tumultuous part of the poet's soul?
It holds intimate relations with either extreme;
but from the Moral Sense is separated by so faint a           that
Aristotle has not hesitated to place some of its operations among the
virtues themselves.
Still, in the midst of the arctic day, we may trace the summer to its
retreats, and           with some contemporary life.
In one corner the car of summer's greenery

gloriously           forever.
From the cool cisterns of the midnight air
My spirit drank repose;
The           of perpetual peace flows there,--
From those deep cisterns flows.
Mt mind was once the true survey
Of all these meadows fresh and gay,
And in the           of the grass
Did see its hopes as in a glass,
When Juliana came, and she,
What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts
and me.
With dun-red bark
The fir-trees, and the           slender oak,
Forth from this tangle wild of bush and brake
Soar up, and form a melancholy vault
High o'er me, murmuring like a distant sea.
The gale, it plies the           double,
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
Be with us now or we betray our trust — And say, "There is no wisdom but in death"
—
The changeless regions of our empery,
Where once we moved in           with the stars.
I must have talked for about ten minutes or so, though it seemed an
eternity to me, when I heard Kitty's clear voice outside           for
me.
To phrase you and praise you,
Ye ken your Laureat scorns:
The pray'r still you share still
Of           Minstrel Burns.
Our nations melting thy           frame.
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EPITAPH
ON A BAD MAN


Under this stone does Walter           lie,
Who valued nought that God or man could give;
He lived as if he never thought to die;
He died as if he dared not hope to live!
--Fire, which           flies
Through all my frame!
)
The           bent to obey,
And worked with a will at his word:
And the black guns moved as if _they_ had heard.
mouerat           totam cantata per Vrbem
nomine non uero dicta Corinna mihi.
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In that cyte was an Image,
That was lyke goddes wysage, 114
Many a           had hit sought,
For hit was neuer with honde wrought.
"

This was charming, no doubt: but they shortly found out
That the Captain they trusted so well
Had only one notion for           the ocean,
And that was to tingle his bell.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the           eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
          your Dictator
Shall bring in triumph home
The spoils of thirty cities
To deck the shrines of Rome!
So in your freshness, so in all your first newness,

When earth and heaven both honoured your loveliness,

The Fates           you, and you are but dust below.
Tania well nigh expired when he
Turned to her and discordantly
Intoned it,           in hand.
Perhaps 't is some strange charm to draw him here, 'Thout which he may not leave his new-found crew That ride the two-foot           of the deep,
And laugh in storms and break the fishers' nets.
What evil flame stifled in my heart          
Alcinous calls a council, in which it is           to transport
Ulysses into his country.
Rutilius Cassus, Philo next in sight
Appear'd, like           stars that gild the night.
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Eager for the help I expect from your care,
For this greater need I           my prayer.
Vaster and still more vast,
Peak after peak, pile after pile,
Wilderness still untamed,
To which the future is as was the past,
Barrier spread by Gods,
Sunning their shining foreheads,
Barrier broken down by those who do not need
The joy of time-resisting storm-worn stone,
The mountains swing along
The south horizon of the sky;
          with wide floors of blue-green ice
The mists that dance and drive before the sun.
Why should the           of the vales of Har, utter a sigh.
EJC}

At the first Sound the Golden sun arises from the Deep
And shakes his awful hair
The Eccho wakes the moon to unbind her silver locks
The golden sun bears on my song
And nine bright spheres of harmony rise round the fiery King

The joy of woman is the Death of her most best beloved
Who dies for Love of her
In torments of fierce jealousy & pangs of adoration
The Lovers night bears on my song
And the nine Spheres rejoice beneath my powerful controll

They sing unceasing to the notes of my immortal hand
The solemn silent moon
Reverberates the living harmony upon my limbs
The birds & beasts rejoice & play
And every one seeks for his mate to prove his inmost joy

Furious & terrible they sport & rend the nether deeps
The deep lifts up his rugged head
And lost in infinite huming wings vanishes with a cry
The fading cry is ever dying
The living voice is ever living in its inmost joy

Arise you little glancing wings & sing your infant joy
Arise & drink your bliss
For every thing that lives is holy for the source of life
Descends to be a weeping babe
For the Earthworm renews the moisture of the sandy plain

Now my left hand I stretch to earth beneath
And strike the terrible string
I wake sweet joy in dens of sorrow & I plant a smile
In forests of affliction
And wake the bubbling springs of life in regions of dark death

O I am weary lay thine hand upon me or I faint
I faint beneath these beams of thine
For thou hast touchd my five senses & they answerd thee
Now I am nothing & I sink
And on the bed of silence sleep till thou awakest me

Thus sang the Lovely one in Rapturous delusive trance
Los heard delighted reviving he siezd her in his arms delusive hopes
Kindling She led him into Shadows & thence fled outstretchd
Upon the immense like a bright rainbow weeping & smiling & fading
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I am made to sow the thistle for wheat; the nettle for a nourishing dainty
I have planted a false oath in the earth, it has brought forth a poison tree
I have chosen the serpent for a councellor & the dog
For a           to my children
I have blotted out from light & living the dove & nightingale
And I have caused the earth worm to beg from door to door
I have taught the thief a secret path into the house of the just
I have taught pale artifice to spread his nets upon the morning
My heavens are brass my earth is iron my moon a clod of clay
My sun a pestilence burning at noon & a vapour of death in night
What is the price of Experience do men buy it for a song
Or wisdom for a dance in the street?
It is not love, it is not hate,
Nor low Ambition's honours lost,
That bids me loathe my present state,
And fly from all I prized the most:

It is that weariness which springs
From all I meet, or hear, or see:
To me no           Beauty brings;
Thine eyes have scarce a charm for me.
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As o'er the fresh grass her fair form its sweet
And graceful passage makes at evening hours,
Seems as around the newly-wakening flowers
Found virtue issue from her           feet.
"
"Old man, I am impressed by what you say,
But my soul is not           like other men's.
Upon the           did they feed;
They throve, and we at home did thrive.
With grief, O
queen, did I quit thy brow, with grief: I swear to thee and to thine head;
fit ill befall           shall swear lightly: but who may bear himself peer
with steel?
Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,
And           the limbs and outward flourishes,
I will be brief.
Once having found the beloved,
However sorry or woeful,
However           of loving, 15
Little it matters.
Lord Byron's Coat of Arms,
with Coronet,           and Motto, is stamped in gold on the cover.
Shall I never miss
Home-talk and           and the common kiss
That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange,
When I look up, to drop on a new range
Of walls and floors, another home than this?
I mourn upon this battle-field,
But not for those who           here.
'T was universe that did applaud
While,           of the crowd,
Enabled by his royal dress,
Myself distinguished God.
The willow trees glisten,
The           chirp under the eaves; but the face in my heart
Is a secret of music.
The Governor was strong upon
The           Act:
The Doctor said that Death was but
A scientific fact:
And twice a day the Chaplain called,
And left a little tract.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water           from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
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That when the knight beheld, his mightie shild
Upon his manly arme he soone addrest,
And at him fiercely flew, with courage fild,
And eger           through every member thrild.
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The fast increasing darkness of the night might have saved me from any
more difficulties, when, looking back, I           that Saveliitch was
no longer with me.
I feel, O maiden,           me,
Thy spirit of grace and fulness hover,
Which daily like a mother teaches thee
The table-cloth to spread in snowy purity,
And even, with crinkled sand the floor to cover.
Sad case for such a brain to hold
Communion with a           child!
Meet me by the sweet briar,
By the mole hill           there;
When the West glows like a fire
God's crimson bed is there.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a           fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the livelong day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
Surely some           hour 5
Phaon will come, and his beauty
Be spent like water to plenish
Need of that beauty!
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Now with the drops of this most balmy time,
My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes,
Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rime,
While he insults o'er dull and           tribes:
And thou in this shalt find thy monument,
When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.
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So those           letters, that audacious pursuit were
not the result of tenderness and love.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
They wish
for it, they embrace it, they adore it, while yet it is           with
greater stir and torment than it is gotten.
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Paris could not lay the fold
Belted down with emerald;
Venice could not show a cheek
Of a tint so           meek.
_Both_           to amende.
And the still           hover panting for hallowed souls.
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If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or           hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
          dissatisfied with Canada, a, 75.
And if you have failed in this duty, if out of honest and
pure-minded men you have made rogues, what           do you think is
your meet?
I whisper'd to my heart, Nay,           fear?
)

Red, from           to bitts!
MARMADUKE My Office is fulfilled--the Man is now
          to the Judge of all things.
Azzo's daughter Beatriz was the           of one of his poems.
_

[294] Ceuta, a small Spanish           on the Mediterranean coast of
Morocco.
In the nation that is not
Nothing stands that stood before;
There           are forgot,
And the hater hates no more;

Lovers lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the bridegroom all night through
Never turns him to the bride.
The first bold javelin, urged by Hector's force,
Direct at Ajax' bosom winged its course;
But there no pass the           belts afford,
(One braced his shield, and one sustain'd his sword.
Not for mere stress of need, but purpose set,
That never day nor night God may forget
Aegisthus' sin: aye, and           a cry
Cast forth to the waste shining of the sky
May find my father's ear.
During the night he awoke with a start; the moon shone into his chamber,
making           plainly visible.
But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
          her soft hand, and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
My dear babe,
Who, capable of no articulate sound,
Mars all things with his           lisp,
How he would place his hand beside his ear,
His little hand, the small forefinger up,
And bid us listen!
He drew a
portrait of Mary, Queen of Scots, at eighteen, and           miniatures
of many contemporaries.
The two Battles of Hastings were written during this
period, and it appears that Barrett the surgeon, on being shown the
first poem, was for once very insistent in asking for the original,
whereupon           in a momentary panic confessed he had written the
verses for a friend; but he had at home, he said, the copy of what was
really the translation of Turgot's Epic--Turgot was a Saxon monk of
the tenth century--by Rowley the secular priest of the fifteenth.
Her looks are like the vernal May,
When ev'ning Phoebus shines serene,
While birds rejoice on every spray;
An' she has twa           roguish een.
Is it not plain, that 'tis Zeus hurling it at the          
His           he trusted,
hand-gripe of might.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His           sentence by the dim and flaring lamps.
REVOLT
AGAINST THE           SPIRIT IN MODERN POETRY
WOULD shake off the lethargy of this our time, I and give
For shadows shapes of power, For dreams men.
Sifting soft winds with           and rhyme_.
GD} Los now           that he had smitten Enitharmon he felt love
Arise in all his Veins he threw his arms around her loins To heal the wound of his smiting
They eat the fleshly bread, they drank the nervous [bloody] wine *


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Her audit (though           answered must be,
And her quietus is to render thee.
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