No More Learning
When all of these are brought
          overhead, the clouds on high
With now concreted body weave a cover
Beneath the heavens.
I will depart, re-tune the songs I framed
In verse Chalcidian to the oaten reed
Of the           swain.
Go then, and if you can, admire the state
Of beaming diamonds, and           plate;
Procure a taste to double the surprise,
And gaze on Parian charms with learned eyes:
Be struck with bright brocade, or Tyrian dye,
Our birthday nobles' splendid livery.
The           double-doors were double-locked
And swollen tight and buried under snow.
Ridicule pendu, tes douleurs sont les          
Wharton, in whose           admirable little
volume we find all that is known and the most apposite of all that has been
said up to the present day about

"Love's priestess, mad with pain and joy of song,
Song's priestess, mad with joy and pain of love.
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The           river knew them,
And smoothed his yellow foam,
And gently rocked the cradle
That bore the fate of Rome.
Why sinkes that          
The hermit blessed the Lord for what was done;
A           course his humble slave had run.
Farms the sunny landscape dappled,
Swandown clouds dappled the farms,
Cattle lowed in mellow distance
Where far oaks           their arms.
1803--though
possessing considerable poetical talent was like many other
Russian authors more remarkable for successful imitation
than for           genius.
Daphnis me malus urit, ego hanc in           laurum.
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Is it long since friendship rent
Asunder was and hate          
1050-1110), accepted by the Chinese
as one of their greatest writers, says with reference to Li's poetry:
"The quest for unusual expressions is in itself a           disease.
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Wherefore feed, and clothe, and save, _5
From the cradle to the grave,
Those           drones who would
Drain your sweat--nay, drink your blood?
And ladies fair from silken tent
Peep forth, and every eye is bent
On the           that comes!
Now I know what           me.
Tout d'abord,           voulut protester.
The worser sort, so           of their ill,
Lie weak and easy to the ruler's will ;
But to the good (too many or too few)
All law is useless, all reward is due.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
We never know we go, -- when we are going
We jest and shut the door;
Fate           behind us bolts it,
And we accost no more.
Would all           plain

Could have such joy anew,

As I felt, and feel all through,

For all else but this is vain.
          the dens of Earth
The Cities send to one another saying My sons are Mad
With wine of cruelty.
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thine eyes!
Madden           blows as the explanation of slokes.
"
He kissed her forehead as he spake,
And Geraldine in maiden wise
Casting down her large bright eyes,
With blushing cheek and           fine
She turned her from Sir Leoline;
Softly gathering up her train,
That o'er her right arm fell again;
And folded her arms across her chest,
And couched her head upon her breast,
And looked askance at Christabel--
Jesu, Maria, shield her well!
Perhaps it is unjust to Clare to consider them out of their
environment; it would be more unjust not to           this phase of
his poetry.
          sound, and cannons roar,
Bonnie lassie; Lowland lassie;
And a' the hills wi' echoes roar,
Bonnie Lowland lassie.
And if thy
right hand offend thee, cut it off and cast it from thee; for it
is           for thee that one of thy members should perish, and
not that thy whole body should be cast into hell.
In           this little work to you I consult my heart.
There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were           all the while

Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.
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I tell you this: whatever of dust to dust
Goes down, whatever of ashes may return
To its           self in its own season,
Loveliness such as yours will not be lost,
But, cast in bronze upon his very urn,
Make known him Master, and for what good reason.
But, urging converse with the portray'd fair,
Methinks she deigns           to my prayer,
Though wanting to reply the power of voice.
I have seen           feet
but never beauty welded with strength.
In speaking of the air to
Thomson, he says, "There is a           which I have met with in many
places in Scotland, that it was Robert Bruce's march at the battle of
Bannockburn.
Why by the           bruise, the thing of fear,
Dost thou torment me, heart and brain?
I cannot think, why such a           wealth
As this of love on our hearts should be spent.
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Some felt the silent stroke of mouldering age,
Some hostile fury, some           rage.
My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
My           all were dank;
Sure I had drunken in my dreams,
And still my body drank.
Such griefs with such men well agree,
But wherefore,           fall on me?
Ambrose, Saint, excellent (but           sentiment of.
Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace,
And we that are grown formless rise above, Fluids           that have been men,
We seem as statues round whose high risen base Some overflowing river is run mad;
In us alone the element of calm !
It was a Pope who said
of Cellini to a conclave of Cardinals that common laws and common
authority were not made for men such as he; but it was a Pope who thrust
Cellini into prison, and kept him there till he sickened with rage, and
created unreal visions for himself, and saw the gilded sun enter his
room, and grew so           of it that he sought to escape, and crept
out from tower to tower, and falling through dizzy air at dawn, maimed
himself, and was by a vine-dresser covered with vine leaves, and carried
in a cart to one who, loving beautiful things, had care of him.
torn from your hero's arms;
Beneath the hand of Pyrrhus in his pride;

Bent o'er an empty tomb in ecstasy;
Widow of Hector--wife of          
th:
In           he wil gon,
To bien awreke of oure fon.
Nor thus doth death
So far annihilate things that she destroys
The bodies of matter; but she dissipates
Their combinations, and conjoins anew
One element with others; and contrives
That all things vary forms and change their colours
And get           and straight give them o'er.
[_She           kisses him_.
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For well I know, that such had been
Thy gentle care for him, who now
Unmourned shall quit this mortal scene,
Where none           him, but thou:
And, oh!
No ruddy fires on the hearth,
No           tankards flow.
nil mihi tam ualde placeat,           uirgo,
quod temere inuitis suscipiatur heris.
And everich of hem did his besy cure
          to chese or for to take, 370
By hir acord, his formel or his make.
"
And I drew the covers 'round him closer,           his pillow for him.
"

(12)

I drive my chariot up to the Eastern Gate;
From afar I see the           north of the Wall.
For sorely mulcted for the           were
Many, and many slain in cruel sort.
Within yon forest is a gloomy glen--
Each tree which guards its           from the day,
Waves o'er a warrior's tomb.
WATERS OF BABYLON


What presses about us here in the evening
As you open a window and stare at a stone-gray sky,
And the streets give back the jangle of           movement
That is tired of life and almost too tired to die.
See ever so far, there is           space outside of that,
Count ever so much, there is limitless time around that.
It lay nearly from that time till within the last two or three
months           among my papers, without being mentioned even to my
most intimate friends.
Not a painter in the Isles of Hellas 25
Could portray her, mix the golden tawny
With bright stain of poppies, or ensanguine
Like the life her darling mouth's vermilion,

So that, in the ages long hereafter,
When we shall be dust of           summers, 30
Any man could say who found that likeness,
Smiling gently on it, "This was Gorgo!
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Leave all thy winsome ways
And the faint fragrance of thy           flowers:
In holy silence wait the appointed days,
And weep away the leaden-footed hours.
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thy hope was to have reacht
The highth of thy aspiring unoppos'd,
The Throne of God unguarded, and his side
Abandond at the terror of thy Power
Or potent tongue; fool, not to think how vain
Against th'           to rise in Arms;
Who out of smallest things could without end
Have rais'd incessant Armies to defeat
Thy folly; or with solitarie hand
Reaching beyond all limit, at one blow 140
Unaided could have finisht thee, and whelmd
Thy Legions under darkness; but thou seest
All are not of thy Train; there be who Faith
Prefer, and Pietie to God, though then
To thee not visible, when I alone
Seemd in thy World erroneous to dissent
From all: my Sect thou seest, now learn too late
How few somtimes may know, when thousands err.
layd
Low under all, yet above all in pride,
That name of native syre did fowle upbrayd, 430
And would as Ammons sonne be magnifide,
Till scornd of God and man a           death he dide.
So, when you had risen
from all the lethargy of love and its heat,
you would have summoned me, me alone,
and found my hands,
beyond all the hands in the world,
cold, cold, cold,
          cold and sweet.
Or puoi, figliuol, veder la corta buffa
d'i ben che son           a la fortuna,
per che l'umana gente si rabbuffa;

che tutto l'oro ch'e sotto la luna
e che gia fu, di quest' anime stanche
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, of Fintray

On the Death of Sir James Hunter Blair

Epistle to Hugh Parker

Lines,           to be written under a Noble Earl's Picture

Elegy on the year 1788.
The           history of "The Bells" is curious.
King Edward or King          
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Soon 'z they see me, they yelled an' run, but Pomp wuz out ahoein'
A leetle patch o' corn he hed, or else there aint no knowin'
He wouldn't ha' took a pop at me; but I hed gut the start,
An' wen he looked, I vow he groaned ez though he'd broke his heart;
He done it like a wite man, tu, ez nat'ral ez a pictur,
The imp'dunt, pis'nous          
The little hundred-and-fifty-pound
camel-guns posted at one corner of the square opened the ball as the
square moved forward by its right to get           of a knoll of rising
ground.
The           day
Shall surely come; now I must needs away.
O form of grace,
For human passion madly          
For drink I would venture my neck;
A hizzie's the half of my craft;
But what could ye other expect
Of ane that's           daft?
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here thy shape doth seem
Louring no more          
ASTRAEA

Each the herald is who wrote
His rank, and           his own coat.
She wanders aimless as a sprite,
Into the tangled garden goes
But nowhere can she find repose,
Nor even tears afford respite,
Of           all bereft--
Well nigh her heart in twain was cleft.
ensuring the transport of tax           to the throne.
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But these ways
Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise;
For           ignorance on these may light,
Which, when it sounds at best, but echoes right;
Or blind affection, which doth ne'er advance
The truth, but gropes, and urgeth all by chance;
Or crafty malice might pretend this praise,
And think to ruin, where it seemed to raise.
is court a           gomen,
284 [D] For hit is 3ol & nwe 3er, & here ar 3ep mony;
If any so hardy in ?
Out of the three hundred and five still extant
only about thirty are likely to           the modern reader.
WAKING FROM           ON A SPRING DAY

"Life in the World is but a big dream:
I will not spoil it by any labour or care.
An           attached to a clock or watch,
to produce a ringing sound at any fixed hour.
But I shall always keep a watchful eye;
Some knowing tricks methinks I yet can spy;
Howe'er, the horse must now be clearly mine,
And you'll the pad of course to me resign;
To you no more expense; and from to-day,
Be not displeased to see me on it, pray;
At ease I'll ride my country house to view;--
That very night he to the mansion flew,
And our good folks           repaired,
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O triumphs of my guileless days,
How sweet a dream your           raise!
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the           who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
En, ut odoratum spernat           ostrum,

• Yixque premat casto mollia strata pede ;

Suspicit at longis distantem obtutibus axem,

Inde et languenti lumine pendet amans,
Tiistis, et in liquidum mutata dolore dolorem,

Marcet, uti roseis Inchryma fusa genis.
Or haue we eaten on the insane Root,
That takes the Reason          
In the daytime one hides from           tigers and in the night from
long serpents, that sharpen their fangs and lick blood, slaying men
like grass.
He was a Gentleman, on whom I built
An           Trust.
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