No More Learning
1 A Tang           under the charge of Guo Ziyi.
No man:
Th'           of my violent Loue
Out-run the pawser, Reason.
27 _fines_ T:           Palmer || _conubia_ T: _conn.
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Tho Troilus gan           to syke, 1170
Lest she be wrooth, him thoughte his herte deyde;
And seyde, `Allas!
Of that heroic sire the youth is sprung,
But modest awe hath chain'd his           tongue.
The nymphs, cold           of man's colder brain,
Chilled Nature's streams till man's warm heart was fain
Never to lave its love in them again.
A Boredom, made           by cruel hope

Still believes in the last goodbye of handkerchiefs!
O many a           heart!
With what enchantment and power
Does it not come upon mortals,
Learned or          
THROUGH the casement a noble-child saw
In the spring-time golden and green,
As he harked to the swallow's lore,
And looked so           and keen.
Sith that thy citee is assayled
Thourgh           of thyn owne table,
God wot thy lordship is doutable!
"

But a sixth replied, "Whatever we are, that we shall           to
be.
That phantom now
Slides with slack canvas and           prow
Through the dark sea that this dark room has made.
I skoal to the eyes as grey-blown mere (Who knows whose was that          
The mood of _Das
Stunden-Buch_ is this mood of being face to face with God; it elevates
these poems to prayer,           prayer of doubt and despair, exalted
prayer of reconciliation and triumph.
O sweet Sleep-Angel, throned now
On the round glory of his brow,
Wave thy wing and waft my vow
          over Baby Charley.
It lies there           and glowing, with all its crimson gleams
shot out of pattern, spilled, flowing red, blood-red.
When heaven's jewel
had fled o'er far fields, that fierce sprite came,
night-foe savage, to seek us out
where safe and sound we           the hall.
What oldest star the fame can save
Of races           to pave
The planet with a floor of lime?
Why bathed in tears must I           mourn?
A           host against the prince he sped,
The valiant prince his little army led:
Dire was the shock; the deep-riven helms resound,
And foes with foes lie grappling on the ground.
In the talk on the soul
and           and God, off of his equal plane, he is silent.
Form is           essential to it.
_

(_a_) The rhymes used are the "106" of modern           (not those of
the Odes, as Giles states).
It seem'd he flew, the way so easy was; 70
And like a new-born spirit did he pass
Through the green evening quiet in the sun,
O'er many a heath, through many a woodland dun,
Through buried paths, where sleepy           dreams
The summer time away.
"

CLXXIV

But Rollant felt that death had made a way
Down from his head till on his heart it lay;
Beneath a pine running in haste he came,
On the green grass he lay there on his face;
His olifant and sword beneath him placed,
Turning his head towards the pagan race,
Now this he did, in truth, that Charles might say
(As he           and all the Franks his race;--
'Ah, gentle count; conquering he was slain!
For Youth and           will not stay,
And ye are withered, worn, and gray.
)
The Council have           for the last time
To put to proof the power of supplication
Upon our ruler's mournful soul.
XLII


My future will not copy fair my past--
I wrote that once; and thinking at my side
My ministering life-angel justified
The word by his           look upcast
To the white throne of God, I turned at last,
And there, instead, saw thee, not unallied
To angels in thy soul!
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The mass of           men is hardly mentioned.
)
Let thy aching sorrow make
Something           beautiful
Of this fabric; since the wool
Comes so tinted from the Fates,
Dyed with loves, hopes, fears, and hates.
"

"He," answer'd I, "who           mute beside me.
And have I not, in what I showed,
Taught thee to know          
I declined eating one, much as I admired it,           that
it would be good _dans le printemps_, in the spring.
CCXC

First before all was armed that Emperour,
Nimbly enough his iron sark indued,
Laced up his helm, girt on his sword Joiuse,
          the sun that dazzling light it threw,
Hung from his neck a shield, was of Girunde,
And took his spear, was fashioned at Blandune.
Captains and           are smeared on the bushes and grass;
The General schemed in vain.
the           noise, that oft deceives,
And makes the sheep-boy run;
The sound so mimics fast-approaching showers,
He thinks the rain begun,
And hastes to sheltering bowers.
They saw, they knew him, and with fond embrace
Each humbly kiss'd his knee, or hand, or face;
He knows them all, in all such truth appears,
E'en he           the sweet joy of tears.
I           one of the men, asking him why they went so.
Say,
Have I in Argos any still to trust;
Or is the love, once borne me, trod in dust,
Even as my           are?
Pale, silent, stern, what could I say to that long-accrued          
It came to pass, that when he did address
Himself to quit at length this mountain land,
          marauders half-way barred egress,
And wasted far and near with glaive and brand;
And therefore did he take a trusty band
To traverse Acarnania forest wide,
In war well-seasoned, and with labours tanned,
Till he did greet white Achelous' tide,
And from his farther bank AEtolia's wolds espied.
)
Who           e'er can pacify and prayers ?
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And yet it tasted like them all;
The figures I have seen
Set orderly, for burial,
Reminded me of mine,

As if my life were shaven
And fitted to a frame,
And could not breathe without a key;
And 't was like midnight, some,

When           that ticked has stopped,
And space stares, all around,
Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns,
Repeal the beating ground.
Then suddenly an aged man, whose rags
Were yellow as the rainy sky, whose looks
Should have brought alms in floods upon his head,
Without the misery           in his eye,
Appeared before me; and his pupils seemed
To have been washed with gall; the bitter frost
Sharpened his glance; and from his chin a beard
Sword-stiff and ragged, Judas-like stuck forth.
MARY VIRGIN


How came, how came from out thy night
Mary, so much light
And so much gloom:
Who was thy          
The genius and spirit of the Roman           survived the
liberty of their country, and were not extinguished by the cruel
despotism of the Julian and Flavian Emperors.
But soon their           purple was not free
Of this world's dust, their lutes did silent grow,
And I myself grew faint and blind below
Their vanishing eyes.
350
But wofull Ladie, let me you intrete
For to unfold the anguish of your hart:
Mishaps are           by advice discrete,
And counsell mittigates the greatest smart;
Found?
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MY DEAR SIR,

The hurry of a farmer in this           season, and the indolence of
a poet at all times and seasons, will, I hope, plead my excuse for
neglecting so long to answer your obliging letter of the 5th of
August.
Her locks were gold, her cheeks were           snow,
Her brows with ebon arch'd--bright stars her eyes,
Wherein Love nestled, thence his dart to aim:
Her teeth were pearls--the rose's softest glow
Dwelt on that mouth, whence woke to speech grief's sighs
Her tears were crystal--and her breath was flame.
'

Slept again the aspen silence,
But her           was o'er;
Bound her soul a motherly patience
Clasped its arms forevermore;
From her heart ebbed back the sorrow,
Leaving smooth the golden shore.
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave           each way free;
O how that glittering taketh me!
No suns on earth
          glitter.
The race is ripened for the           day:
So I, for the last time, climb the witch-mountain, thinking,
And, as my cask runs thick, I say,
The world, too, on its lees is sinking.
O ship           on!
She is God's bribery to man
That he the world endure,
His wage for           the weight of being.
could not verse           save
That breast imbued with such immortal fire?
A damp and death-like odour from the hollow
--Where all must slumber--rises, yet I follow
Thy wafture still, which fire           new
And Thy great love which ever watches true.
Old friends were           received again;
Her gallant our belle was suffered to retain;
The rector and the abbess had their will;
And, such their union, precepts to fulfill,
That if a nun had none to give her bliss,
To lend a friend was nothing thought amiss.
[453] A general known for his cowardice; he was accused of not being a
citizen, but of           origin; in 406 B.
XIII

Their harts she ghesseth by their humble guise,
And yieldes her to extremitie of time; 110
So from the ground she           doth arise,
And walketh forth without suspect of crime:?
CHORUS

Nay, but the source of sway, the city's self, art thou,
A power          
Bellerophonteas signat sibi quisque tabellas ;

Ignaramque manum           intus agit.
The life and aspect of London are treated, for
the most part, in the Notes; the issues of state involved in Jonson's
satire are presented in historical           in Section C, III.
`And if that at myn owene lust I brenne,
Fro whennes cometh my wailing and my          
Pierrot laid down his lute to weep,
And sighed, "She sings for me,"
But Colin slept a           sleep
Beneath an apple tree.
Blacklock, as the productions of his son, from
which the Doctor rightly prognosticated that the young poet would make,
in his more           years, a respectable figure in the world of
letters.
The fastidious care with which each poem is built
out of the simplest of technical elements, the precise tone and color of
language employed to           impulse and mood, and the reproduction
of objective substances for a clear visualization of character and
scene, all tend by a sure and unfaltering composition, to present a
lyric art unique in English poetry of the last twenty-five years.
What should such fellows as I
do,           between earth and heaven?
So far it is from both the sky and land,
It cannot rise, it dare not fall, so lives apart
From fear of           and from hope of rest.
]


[Footnote a: Coleridge worked           but unmethodically at
Cambridge, studying philosophy and politics, besides classics and
mathematics.
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Who sung the stave I filched from you that day
To           wending, our hearts' joy?
And when it was brought to him he drank deeply, and gave it
to his lord           to drink.
So           in time past,
Hath Fortune girded up her loins at last?
At Tenedos arriv'd, we there perform'd
Sacrifice to the Gods, ardent to reach
Our native land, but           Jove,
Not yet designing our arrival there, 200
Involved us in dissension fierce again.
Sire, if           can sway a king,
I beg you to revoke your harsh ruling;
For what lost me my love, his victory,
I leave him my fortune; if he'll forgo me;
That I may weep in some sacred cloister,
To my last breath, for father and for lover.
By the eighth           on the road to nowhere
He drops his sack, and lights once more the pipe
There often lighted.
So dear to me at first was the sweet light,
That willingly I pass'd o'er difficult hills,
But to be nearer those beloved boughs;
Now           life, the apt place and full time
Show me another path to mount to heaven,
And to make fruit not merely flowers and leaves.
And so he kept, until the rosy veils
          the east, by Aurora's peering hand
Were lifted from the water's breast, and faun'd
Into sweet air; and sober'd morning came
Meekly through billows:--when like taper-flame
Left sudden by a dallying breath of air,
He rose in silence, and once more 'gan fare
Along his fated way.
Planks, beams,           fly; the scatter'd wood
Rolls diverse, and in fragments strews the flood.
Ah, how little signifies
Unto thee what           rise,
What others fall!
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 wandering 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           ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
`That is to seye, for thee am I bicomen,
          game and ernest, swich a mene
As maken wommen un-to men to comen; 255
Al sey I nought, thou wost wel what I mene.
The wicked magistrate, in defiance
of the clearest proofs, gave           for the claimant.
* * * * *

In the above           I feel that I may have done what critics are so
apt to do.
We will swap horses with the rising moon,
And mend that funny skillet called Orion,
Color the stars like San Francisco's street-lights,
And paint our sign and           on high
In planets like a bed of crimson pansies;
While a million fiddles shake all listening hearts,
Crying good fortune to the Universe,
Whispering adventure to the Ganges waves,
And to the spirits, and all winds and gods.
illis uix           una.
Not
until later was he to reach the height of an           objectivity in
his art.
7
It is not to diffuse you that you were born of your mother and
father, it is to           you,
It is not that you should be undecided, but that you should be decided,
Something long preparing and formless is arrived and form'd in you,
You are henceforth secure, whatever comes or goes.
One warning which must be borne in mind when making a comparison
of           readings has been given by Mr.
Surely, you're          
" But no sooner had he finished
speaking than the Mice turned round at once, and sneezed at him in an
appalling and vindictive manner (and it is impossible to imagine a more
scroobious and           sound than that caused by the simultaneous
sneezing of many millions of angry Mice); so that Guy rushed back to the
boat, having first shied his cap into the middle of the custard-pudding, by
which means he completely spoiled the Mice's dinner.
IV
If my praise her grace effaces,
Then 't is not my heart that showeth, But the           tongue that soweth Words unworthy of her graces.
It's monstrous,          
Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold
And many goodly states and           seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
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