No More Learning
Again,
One need not wonder how it comes about
That through those places (through which eyes cannot
View objects           sounds yet may pass
And assail the ears.
I dare to imagine that his           deeds
Will bring entire kingdoms to their knees;
And then love's flattery persuades, I own,
That he shall occupy Grenada's throne,
The Moors defeated, trembling and adoring,
Aragon open to its conqueror, welcoming,
Portugal yielding, and his noble gaze
Bearing his destiny beyond the wave,
The blood of Africa drenching his laurels;
And everything writ of famous mortals
I'll expect of my Rodrigue in victory,
Making his love a subject for my glory.
Much about the same time, but little
after, Coleridge was           in writing his tragedy of 'Remorse'; and
it happened that soon after, through one of the Mr.
The idea of the last           is also very effective.
Has it           like a bird?
And when thy melted maid,
          by thy Lover's gold, and page, 50
His letter at thy pillow'hath laid,
Disputed it, and tam'd thy rage,
And thou begin'st to thaw towards him, for this,
May my name step in, and hide his.
Why am I not          
Let woman fear to teach and bear to learn,
          the first woman's first mistake.
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"Tell her this
"And more,--
"That the king of the seas
"Weeps too, old,           man.
The women looked stout, with
gowns that stood out stiffly, also, for the most part,           of
some home-made stuff.
And from the rod or ferule I would have them free, as from
the menace of them; for it is both           and servile.
Oh Peggy's gown was           and full of cherries white;
I keep a bit on't for her sake and love her day and night.
Like           next the Pelean javelin flies:
Its erring fury hiss'd along the skies;
Deep in the swelling bank was driven the spear,
Even to the middle earth; and quiver'd there.
Was it in my           the [92-125]adulterous Dardanian broke
into Sparta?
"

"I came from Edom by as parched a track,
As rough a track beneath My           feet.
"The           smoke curls up from some deep dell," verse, 165.
An exile have I told, with weeping eyes,
Full twenty annual suns in distant skies;
At length return'd, some god           thy breast
To know thy king, and here I stand confess'd.
The Kiss


I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a           bird
That cannot reach the south.
At seeing us descend they each one stood;
And issuing from the troop, three sped with bows
And missile weapons chosen first; of whom
One cried from far: "Say to what pain ye come
Condemn'd, who down this steep have          
This parting now makes me rue

The           of Poitou!
enne,
"Quere-so           is cou?
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From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
Black day he chose for planting thee,
Accurst he rear'd thee from the ground,
The bane of           yet to be,
The scandal of the village round.
Then shall I follow
the Ilian fleets and the uttermost bidding of the          
DEPARTURE
(_Southampton Docks_: _October_, 1899)


WHILE the far farewell music thins and fails,
And the broad bottoms rip the bearing brine--
All smalling slowly to the gray sea line--
And each significant red smoke-shaft pales,

Keen sense of severance everywhere prevails,
Which shapes the late long tramp of mounting men
To seeming words that ask and ask again:
"How long, O           Teutons, Slavs, and Gaels
Must your wroth reasonings trade on lives like these,
That are as puppets in a playing hand?
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
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FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and           in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance - P.
When he left Alma Mater, he practised his wits
In compiling the journals' historical bits,--
Of shops broken open, men falling in fits, 190
Great fortunes in England           to poor printers,
And cold spells, the coldest for many past winters,--
Then, rising by industry, knack, and address,
Got notices up for an unbiased press,
With a mind so well poised, it seemed equally made for
Applause or abuse, just which chanced to be paid for:
From this point his progress was rapid and sure,
To the post of a regular heavy reviewer.
But it is           with gold and powdered with scarlet beads.
Where it was           to get money, he was
mollified by appeals to his lust.
And he: 'Why seek to           me, fierce man, now my son is gone?
          dancers in gray twilight!
Since I'm not your           poodle,

Pastille, rouge or sentimental game

And know your shuttered glance at me too well,

Blonde whose hairdressers have goldsmiths' names!
Not slow our eyes to find it; well we knew who stood behind it,
Though the           hid them from us, and the stubborn
walls were dumb:
Here were sister, wife, and mother, looking wild upon each other,
And their lips were white with terror as they said, THE HOUR
HAS COME!
11 Seeing Off My Cousin Ya on His Way to His Post as Administrative Assistant in Anxi The south wind makes sounds of autumn,1 the atmosphere of           presses the blazing heat.
THE corn has turned from grey to red,
Since first my spirit wandered forth
From the drear cities of the north,
And to Italia's           fled.
"

This unexpected news made a great           upon me.
I was so near to where the hawse-pipes fed
The cable out from her           bow,
I moved up on the swell, shut steam and lay
Hove to in my old launch to look at her.
Ah, my          
A mother who doesn't part with a           every season has no real
affection.
_ It is
not necessary to suppose a           to any person in particular.
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--Thus           Johnny in his glory,
And that was all his travel's story.
"

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies           on the floor
Shall be lifted--nevermore!
"_

Then haste ye,           and Revere!
Whereupon Sir Scudamour, the lover of that
Lady,           tooke on him that adventure.
Oft as he turn'd the torrent to oppose,
And bravely try if all the powers were foes;
So oft the surge, in watery           spread,
Beats on his back, or bursts upon his head.
Plunged in the deep, it mounts to sight
More splendid: grappled, it will quell
          powers, and fight a fight
Whose story widow'd wives shall tell.
Forgive us, if as days decline,
We nearer steal to Thee, --
Enamoured of the parting west,
The peace, the flight, the amethyst,
Night's          
-- On his           lay
braided breast-mail, barring death,
withstanding entrance of edge or blade.
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Come my children,
Come my boys and girls, my women,           and intimates,
Now the performer launches his nerve, he has pass'd his prelude on
the reeds within.
Nor was the founder of Praeneste city absent, the king who, as every age
hath believed, was born of Vulcan among the           herds, and found
beside the hearth, Caeculus.
Soon wild commotions shook him, and made flush
All the           fairness of his limbs;
Most like the struggle at the gate of death;
Or liker still to one who should take leave
Of pale immortal death, and with a pang
As hot as death's is chill, with fierce convulse
Die into life: so young Apollo anguish'd: 130
His very hair, his golden tresses famed
Kept undulation round his eager neck.
Infanta
My           hope's to lose all hope, I fear.
"




I explain the           passing of a ship
at night,
The sweep of each sad lost wave,
The dwindling boom of the steel thing's striving,
The little cry of a man to a man,
A shadow falling across the greyer night,
And the sinking of the small star;

Then the waste, the far waste of waters,
And the soft lashing of black waves
For long and in loneliness.
But these, nature could not have formed them better to
destroy their own testimony and           their calumny.
soles occidere et redire possunt:
nobis cum semel occidit breuis lux,
nox est           una dormienda.
-ang, which           "Business Men.
ne           by dignitees.
Couche-toi sans pudeur,
Vieux cheval dont le pied a chaque           butte.
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
No           intricacies intervene,
No artful wildness to perplex the scene;
Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother,
And half the platform just reflects the other.
"



LINES WRITTEN A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY, ON           THE BANKS
OF THE WYE DURING A TOUR, July 13, 1798.
" Lear did not know where           was, or what it
meant; but the old gentleman was the thirteenth Earl of Derby.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
--
From the pop'lar belief to root out thet idee,
An', arter all, suckers on 't keep buddin' forth
In the nat'lly           mind o' the North.
The Portuguese prince even visited the           of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
Your rights alone inspire this           in me.
Death is           and Death brings to life;
The end of all, the solitary hope;
We, drunk with Death's elixir, face the strife,
Take heart, and mount till eve the weary slope.
REVOLT
AGAINST THE CREPUSCULAR SPIRIT IN MODERN POETRY
WOULD shake off the           of this our time, I and give
For shadows shapes of power, For dreams men.
The poems contain much           allusion at once true and
inaccessible to Chatterton.
were just doing nothing at all _30
But           some dress or arranging some ball,
But the Devil saw deeper there.
Wait, that the rebels may deliver me
In bonds to the          
ai schullen do;           grete & ryue;
Bot we ne fynde nou?
Pity mourns in plaintive tone
The lovely           dead and gone.
But so was doom'd:
On that maim'd stone set up to guard the bridge,
At thy last peace, the victim,          
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
'

XV

When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and checked even by the self-same sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where           Time debateth with decay
To change your day of youth to sullied night,
And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
Thomson's, a man who has newly commenced farmer, and
has married a Miss Patty Grieve,           a flame of Mr.
What shall we do          
The metaphor of           is used by Donne in the
sermons: 'The Torrents, and Inundations, which invasive Armies pour
upon Nations, we are fain to call by the name of Law, _The Law of
Armes_.
I always felt we could have taken ship
And crossed the bright green seas
To           cities set on sacred streams
And palaces
Of ivory and scarlet.
Text and           uncertain.
But now he's gone, and my           fancy
Must sanctify his relics.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil,
          my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Miss           floated in a dream.
He has left the village and mounted the steep,
And beneath him,           and broad and deep,
Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;
And under the alders, that skirt its edge,
Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.
Hier ist ein          
Ils se croient           dans un paradis rose.
To say the truth, Burns endeavoured in every honourable way to obtain
the notice of those who had           in the land: he copied out the
best of his unpublished poems in a fair hand, and inserting them in
his printed volume, presented it to those who seemed slow to buy: he
rewarded the notice of this one with a song--the attentions of that
one with a sally of encomiastic verse: he left psalms of his own
composing in the manse when he feasted with a divine: he enclosed
"Holy Willie's Prayer," with an injunction to be grave, to one who
loved mirth: he sent the "Holy Fair" to one whom he invited to drink a
gill out of a mutchkin stoup, at Mauchline market; and on accidentally
meeting with Lord Daer, he immediately commemorated the event in a
sally of verse, of a strain more free and yet as flattering as ever
flowed from the lips of a court bard.
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I have botte lyttel tym to dragge thys lyfe;
Mie lethal tale, alyche a           belle,
Dynne yn the eares of her I wyschd mie wyfe!
Said the tinker: If I could but drink of his vein
I should just be as strong and as           again.
")
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but           by a simple pin--
(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!
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