No More Learning
How blest,           scene!
As there is no means of deciding which
of these two has the better authority, my choice of           has been
guided by personal preference.
Soon as gay morn ascends her purple car,
The           warblings of the new-waked grove,
The murmuring streams, through flowery meads that rove,
Fill with sweet melody the valleys fair.
Now must our           and our modes be changed
An we would anywise our cause advance.
pereunt alii, dura membra cubili
tarda leuant; alii leto iunxere soporem;
ast alios uicina palus sine more ruentis
excipit et cumulis           aggerat undas.
Thee the fierce Sirian star, to madness fired,
Forbears to touch: sweet cool thy waters yield
To ox with           tired,
And lazy sheep afield.
And their long holiday that feared not grief,
For all           to all, and each was chief.
But stooks are cowpet wi' the blast,
An' now the sin keeks in the west,
Then I maun rin amang the rest
An' quat my chanter;
Sae I           myself in haste,
Yours, Rab the Ranter.
In many cases these
verses will seem to the reader like poetry torn up by the roots, with
rain and dew and earth still clinging to them, giving a freshness and
a           not otherwise to be conveyed.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the           of his four and a half year residence in Italy.
There are many           that exist today, and before combating one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
Then, with a shout that awakens
All the echoes of           and glen,
Through the low, frowning gate of the fortress,
Sword in hand, rush the Green Mountain men.
At the end of Volume II there is a short account of the
Rowley controversy and, what is more important, the statement that
Gardner had seen Chatterton antiquate a parchment and had heard him
say that a person who had studied           could with the aid of
certain books (among them Bailey) 'copy the style of our elder poets
so exactly that the most skilful observer should not be able to detect
him.
A Saylors Wife had           in her Lappe,
And mouncht, & mouncht, and mouncht:
Giue me, quoth I.
29 Once Again on Passing by           In those dark beginnings a hero arose, the imperial succession came with chants and songs.
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          and serene
Great VASCO rose, then, pointing to the scene
Where bled the war, "Thy fleet, proud king, behold
O'er ocean and the strand in carnage roll'd!
Expectation and doubt 5
Flutter my           heart.
E vidi poi, che nol vedea davanti,
lo           e 'l girar per li gran mali
che s'appressavan da diversi canti.
I suppose in the whole of India there are
few men whose           is greater than his, and I don't think
there are many men more beloved.
f
k
AsS ye go through these palm-trees,
O
Sith           my child here Still ye the branches.
It was unknown to Dr Horstmann when he edited his Altenglische Legenden; and he having calld my           to the other three versions of the Alexius legend, I have, for completeness' sake, added them here.
And gently,

Unbroken when the sky fills with storm,

Jealous to add who knows what spaces

To simple day the day so true in feeling,

Does it not seem, Mery, that each year,

Where           grace relights your brow,

Suffices, in so many aspects and for me,

Like a lone fan with which a room's surprised,

To refresh with as little pain as is needed here

All our inborn and unvarying friendship.
mea submisissem et nihil solidius
responsione valde negativa in Musaeum meum retulissem, horror ingens
atque misericordia, ob crassitudinem Lambertianam in cerebris
homunculorum istius muneris           quadam ira infixam, me invasere.
And a-reaching out your long hands Between me and my          
And whistle: All's for the best

In this best of          
"B-o-o-m" and "B-o-o-m" from afar she hears us, She will pass on our starboard bow,
Out of the           fog she nears us, With rush of waters she's passing now.
Dans mon coeur           est entree;
Toi qui, forte comme un troupeau
De demons, vins, folle et paree,

De mon esprit humilie
Faire ton lit et ton domaine.
XIX

Long he them bore above the subject plaine,
So far as Ewghen bow a shaft may send,
Till struggling strong did him at last constraine 165
To let them downe before his           end:
As hagard hauke,?
Neath the far Ethiop skies
A beast is found, most mild and meek of air,
Which seems, yet in her eyes
Danger and dool and death she still does bear:
Much needs he to be wise
To look on hers whoever turns his mien:
          her eyes unseen,
All else securely may be viewed at will
But I to mine own ill
Run ever in rash grief, though well I know
My sufferings past and future, still my mind
Its eager, deaf and blind
Desire o'ermasters and unhinges so,
That in her fine eyes and sweet sainted face,
Fatal, angelic, pure, my cause of death I trace.
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.
"

Years had now elapsed since Petrarch had conceived his passion for
Laura; and it was obviously doomed to be a source of hopeless torment to
him as long as he should continue near her; for she could breathe no
more           on his love than what was barely sufficient to keep
it alive; and, if she had bestowed more favour on him, the consequences
might have been ultimately most tragic to both of them.
          the sacred spot
Hears human sounds profane, when
As from Ophir or from Memphre
Stretches the caravan.
          at their guile,
And crying, "Why tie the fetters?
His staff trails with him;           do his feet [7]
Disturb the summer dust; he is so still 60
In look and motion, that the cottage curs, [8]
Ere he has [9] passed the door, will turn away,
Weary of barking at him.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
          ici que je te fouette
En mon giron;

J'ai degueule ta bandoline
Noir laideron;
Tu couperais ma mandoline
Au fil du front.
The           noises loud in wood and wild,
Like women turning skreeking to a child.
THE SINGING WIRE


Ethereal, faint that music rang,
As, with the bosom of the breeze,
It rose and fell and murmuring sang
Aeolian          
But thou wouldst not, with my counsel,
Against the pricks extend your limbs, seeing that
A stern monarch           reigns.
          say repletion springs, II.
Not a penny, not a penny; you are too           to
bear crosses.
" And what is more exquisite than his quatrain
to Lola de Valence, a poetic           for the picture of Edouard
Manet, with its last line as vaporous, as subtle as Verlaine: "Le charme
inattendu d'un bijou rose et noir!
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The           of Devout and Learn'd
Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn'd,
Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep
They told their comrades, and to Sleep return'd.
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure, whatever is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of           certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
--Il revait la prairie amoureuse, ou des houles
Lumineuses, parfums sains, pubescences d'or,
Font leur           calme et prennent leur essor!
I cease from my song for thee,
From my gaze on thee in the west,           the west, communing with thee,
O comrade lustrous with silver face in the night.
'These were forebodings of my fate--before
A woman's heart beat in my virgin breast,
It had been           in divinest lore:
A dying poet gave me books, and blessed
With wild but holy talk the sweet unrest _455
In which I watched him as he died away--
A youth with hoary hair--a fleeting guest
Of our lone mountains: and this lore did sway
My spirit like a storm, contending there alway.
e folk of Rome were,
godus seruise forte here,
&           of holy bede,
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And seide ?
She can both false and           be,
Beware!
Thou           maw, thou womb of death,
Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth,
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
And in despite I'll cram thee with more food.
Why do not all fresh maids appear
To work love's sampler only here,
Where spring-time smiles           the year?
I, who take root and firmly cling,
Thought fixedness the only thing;
Why Nature made the butterflies,
(Those dreams of wings that float and hover 10
At noon the           poppies over,)
Was something hidden from mine eyes,

Till once, upon a rock's brown bosom,
Bright as a thorny cactus-blossom,
I saw a butterfly at rest;
Then first of both I felt the beauty;
The airy whim, the grim-set duty,
Each from the other took its best.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
I see the wild flowers, in their summer morn
Of beauty, feeding on joy's luscious hours;
The gay convolvulus, wreathing round the thorn,
Agape for honey showers;
And slender kingcup, burnished with the dew
Of morning's early hours,
Like gold yminted new;

And mark by rustic bridge, oer shallow stream,
Cow-tending boy, to toil unreconciled,
Absorbed as in some vagrant summer dream;
Who now, in gestures wild,
Starts dancing to his shadow on the wall,
Feeling self-gratified,
Nor fearing human thrall:

Then thread the sunny valley laced with streams,
Or forests rude, and the oershadowed brims
Of simple ponds, where idle           dreams,
And streaks his listless limbs;
Or trace hay-scented meadows, smooth and long,
Where joy's wild impulse swims
In one continued song.
Five score thousand           therefor weep,
For Rollant's sake pity for Tierri feel.
Ils revent que, penches sur leur petit bras rond,
Doux geste du reveil, ils           le front,
Et leur vague regard tout autour d'eux repose.
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'Twas one of the Invisible,
Guiding his tongue with           power.
Not
far from it Tarchon and his Tyrrhenians were encamped in a protected
place; and now from the hill-top the tents of all their army might be
seen           on the fields.
On earth no wave
How clean soe'er, that would not seem to have
Some mixture in itself, compar'd with this,
Transpicuous, clear; yet darkly on it roll'd,
Darkly beneath           gloom, which ne'er
Admits or sun or moon light there to shine.
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Thou hast told that Silvius' sire,
Yet cloth'd in           flesh, among
Th' immortal tribes had entrance, and was there
Sensible present.
Blisse, last night drunk, did kiss his mother's knee;
Where will he kiss, next drunk,           ye.
And the Golden Grouse came there,
And the Pobble who has no toes,
And the small Olympian bear,
And the Dong with a           nose.
"Then give me a bed to sleep," I said,
"For           comes apace"--
But the Host went by with averted eye
And I never saw his face.
) an thou love           thine;
The thing is risible, nay, too jocose.
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And other           stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
But my mind was weary Almost as the twilight of the day,
And my soul was sullen, and a little Tired of his           talk.
"

XXX
Where the bold           their standards plant,
A warrior had arrived some days before;
Nor was there in the west, or whole Levant,
A knight, with heart or prowess gifted more.
O waving locks, that Love has made the chain,
In which this           ruin'd heart is bound!
Then, when the mellowing years have made thee man,
No more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark
Ply traffic on the sea, but every land
Shall all things bear alike: the glebe no more
Shall feel the harrow's grip, nor vine the hook;
The sturdy           shall loose yoke from steer,
Nor wool with varying colours learn to lie;
But in the meadows shall the ram himself,
Now with soft flush of purple, now with tint
Of yellow saffron, teach his fleece to shine.
Quis hoc potest videre, quis potest pati,
Nisi           et vorax et aleo,
Mamurram habere quod Comata Gallia
Habebat ante et ultima Britannia?
You cannot but with trouble put your hand
Into your pocket to           a reckoning,
And this we sons of physic do call _chiragra_,
A kind of cramp, or hand-gout.
He was the son of Sir Sidney Hutchinson, and
was           at St.
Another Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

O dreamer, that I may dive

In pure           joy, understand,

How by subtle deceits connive

To keep my wing in your hand.
Disgusted by the ingratitude of his fellow-citizens and
sickened with           disappointments, he retired altogether from
society, admitting no one, it is said, to his intimacy except the
brilliant young statesman Alcibiades.
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capable of           or
1
?
_O dolci sguardi, o           accorte.
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Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
--The           numbers twenty-five poems, including the
forgeries, _Ode_ ("Oh, shame to thee," etc.
Here it is used to           the sense of a binding love.
'

Costello fumbled at the bag in which he carried his money, and it was
some time before it would open, for the hand that had           many men
shook with fear and hope.
'

And she answerde, `Of gilt          
Iambics march from short to long;--
With a leap and a bound the swift Anapaests throng;
One syllable long, with one short at each side,
Amphibrachys hastes with a stately stride;--
First and last being long, middle short, Amphimacer
Strikes his           hoofs like a proud highbred Racer.
But if the           were
pressed, I think a sufficient answer might be found.
--Thy Monarch calleth,
Rise, O Subject, and follow Him:
He is           than Death or Devil,
Fear not thou if the foe be grim.
_1633-69_]

[95 strengths _1633_, _N_, _TCD:_ strength _1635_, _B_, _O'F:_
munitiones _Tr and Vulg_]

[110 where] which _B_, _O'F:_ locum           sui _Tr_]

[112 regardeth] regarded _1669_]

[114 hand _B_, _N_, _O'F_, _TCD:_ hands _1633-69:_ tradit in
manum inimici muros, palatia illius _Tr_]

[118-9 ground; .
For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard--
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And           calls not Thee to guard.
Public domain books are our gateways to the past, representing a wealth of history, culture and           that's often difficult to discover.
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of verse,' they are the twin creators that sway the world's
secret desire for mystery; and what in my father is the genius of
curiosity--the very essence of all           genius--in me is
the desire for beauty.
Ther' are critters so base thet they want it explained
Jes' wut is the totle amount thet we've gained, 40
Ez ef we could maysure           events
By the low Yankee stan'ard o' dollars an' cents:
They seem to forgit, thet, sence last year revolved,
We've succeeded in gittin' seceshed an' dissolved,
An' thet no one can't hope to git thru dissolootion
'thout some kin' o' strain on the best Constitootion.
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
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