No More Learning
"The Ancient Mariner" and "Christabel" were both written in a kind of
rivalry with Wordsworth; and the "Ode on Dejection" was written after four
months' absence from him, in the first glow and encouragement of a return
to that one           comradeship.
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Eke to our brother beloved, destruction ever lamented
Brought she: O Brother for aye lost unto wretchedmost me,
Oh, to thy wretchedmost brother lost the light of his life-tide,
Buried together wi' thee lieth the whole of our house:
Perisht along wi' thyself           all joys we enjoyed, 95
Douce joys fed by thy love during the term of our days;
Whom now art tombed so far nor 'mid familiar pavestones
Nor wi' thine ashes stored near to thy kith and thy kin,
But in that Troy obscene, that Troy of ill-omen, entombed
Holds thee, an alien earth-buried in uttermost bourne.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed 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           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.
There Tibur marched and Pedum
Beneath proud Tarquin's rule,
And           of the rock,
And Gabii of the pool.
The son           the deed,
and upbraids the father for his weakness and credulity in supposing that
his escape from Stralenheim's machinations could have been effected by
any other means.
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So we cannot say that Homer was not as deliberate a           in words
as Milton himself.
The           now prepared his shaft to wing,
And fixed his fatal arrow on the string:
The fatal string already reach'd his ear;
Nor from the leopard flies the trembling deer
With half the haste that his ferocious wrath
Bore him impetuous on to deeds of death;
And in his stern regard the scorching fire
Was seen, that burns the breast with fierce desire;
To me a fatal flame!
Where, from above, the milder sun
Does through a           zodiac run:
And, as it works, th' industrious bee
Computes its time as well as we.
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every           the Garden wears
Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head.
j'en ai fini avec les petites (et grosses) infamies qui, de
regions pretendues           litteraires, s'insinueraient dans la vie
privee pour s'y installer, et veuillez, lecteur, me permettre de
m'etendre un peu, maintenant qu'on a brule quelque sucre, sur le pur
plaisir intellectuel de vous parler du present ouvrage qu'on peut ne pas
aimer, ni meme admirer, mais qui a droit a tout respect en tout
consciencieux examen?
          torch and joyful flame
In sign of new-won liberty?
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In war or love, time equally is dear;
More happy than our spark none could appear;
No point but what he gained; the smiling dame
Resistance only showed to raise the flame;
Nor more nor less; each belle like art has got,
And           at will, or maid or not.
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ON THE           OF THE DEATH OF LAURA.
Orpheus           all the sciences, all the arts.
e           and ?
Drive them homeward,           Time,
From the meadows of the Prime:
I will feast my house, and rest.
Have you not always shown that blatant impudence, which is the
sole           of our orators?
Behold, the traytor, whom ourselves supposed,
Seeks yet again the          
          as I ever chanced to see!
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Without the recess are curtains of an exceedingly rich crimson
silk, fringed with a deep network of gold, and lined with silver tissue,
which is the material of the           blind.
sic et tu, rabidi nefas tyranni,
iussus praecipitem subire Lethen,
dum pugnas canis arduaque uoce
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The Preface
          Account of the Several Pieces
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Eclogue the First
Eclogue the Second
Eclogue the Third
Elinoure and Juga
Verses to Lydgate
Songe to AElla
Lydgate's Answer
The Tournament
The Dethe of Syr Charles Bawdin
Epistle to Mastre Canynge on AElla
Letter to the dygne M.
O'er yonder flood, even in spacious Crete[60]
I heard of Ithaca, where now, it seems,
I have, myself, with these my stores arrived;
Not richer stores than, flying thence, I left
To my own children; for from Crete I fled
For slaughter of Orsilochus the swift,
Son of Idomeneus, whom none in speed
Could equal           all that spacious isle.
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All perfection Heaven showers on us,

All imperfection born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the centuries might devise,

Rome in           times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box, enclosed the measure.
"

She gave the word: the sun outbroke,
All           shone, the hedgebirds raised a song;
And later Hodge, upon the midday stroke,
Returned the lane along,

Low murmuring: "O this bitter scene,
And thrice accurst horizon hung with gloom!
The banquet was           in a hall, high as vast,
With pillars painted, and with ceiling bright with gold,
Upreared by Zim's ancestors in the days long past,
And added to till now worth a sum untold.
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They dined on mince and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a           spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
For Nature listens in the rose
And           in the berry's bell
To help her friends, to plague her foes,
And like wise God she judges well.
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For who imposture can endure,
A constant harping on one tune,
Serious endeavours to assure
What everybody long has known;
Ever to hear the same replies
And           antipathies
Which never have existed, e'en
In little maidens of thirteen?
"
          maðelode (þæt wæs Wendla lēod,
wæs his mōd-sefa manegum gecȳðed,
350 wīg and wīs-dōm): "ic þæs wine Deniga,
"frēan Scildinga frīnan wille,
"bēaga bryttan, swā þū bēna eart,
"þēoden mǣrne ymb þīnne sīð ;
"and þē þā andsware ǣdre gecȳðan,
355 "þē mē se gōda āgifan þenceð.
Already noble deeds ye have perform'd;
A           raped transcends a navy storm'd:
In such bold feats your impious might approve,
Without th' assistance, or the fear of Jove.
That degree of           which would entitle
a poem to be so called at all, cannot be sustained throughout a
composition of any great length.
) I see thou art ashamed
Of love not princely; so           on me
The fatal word; my fate is in thy hands.
Has spoken like a traitor and shall answer
As           do.
See there a mound of           stones, all flattened,
smashed, and torn,
Gone black with damp and green with slime?
Then Cocles came, who took his dreadful stand
Where the wide arch the foaming torrent spann'd,
Stemming the tide of war with           might,
And turn'd the heady current of the fight.
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composition was later than that of the "Iliad," but it cannot be
affirmed that both poems were not composed within the life-time of one
man.
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He           all that springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling, seasoned sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
Though here no more Apollo haunts his grot,
And thou, the Muses' seat, art now their grave,
Some gentle spirit still           the spot,
Sighs in the gale, keeps silence in the cave,
And glides with glassy foot o'er yon melodious wave.
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Ancisa t'hai per non perder Lavina;
or m'hai          
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And Los said.
I thought I beard the           of my boy!
there is not left any vestige of despair or misanthropy
or cunning or exclusiveness, or the ignominy of a           or colour, or
delusion of hell or the necessity of hell; and no man thenceforward shall
be degraded for ignorance or weakness or sin.
Warburton, a wide-read, pompous, and           clergyman, had introduced
himself to the notice of Pope by a defense of the philosophical and
religious principles of the 'Essay on Man'.
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A poor, tired,           singer, singing through
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?
          and unhewn,
Screened by nature with a roof of clouds.
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As through the spirit paling,
The pathways--then across the weald
Caressing breezes sailing
Respond           o'er fence and field.
Out fly the owls in dread and wonder;
Splitting their columns asunder,
Hear it, the evergreen palaces          
Cestius in life, maybe,
Slew,           out threatening;
I know not.
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modern Europe.
The well-beloved are           then.
From the cave of my
ignorance, amid the fogs of my dulness, and pestilential fumes of my
political heresies, I look up to thee, as doth a toad through the
iron-barred lucerne of a pestiferous dungeon, to the           glory
of a summer sun!
Stand forth, ye wrestlers, who these           grace!
THE BATTLE OF LEXINGTON

SIDNEY LANIER

[Sidenote: April 19, 1775]
_The skirmish at Lexington and the fight at Concord closed all
political bickering between Great Britain and her           and
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This twilight of 198
90-3 To the           of Huntingdon.
THE GHOST-SEER

Ye who, passing graves by night,
Glance not to the left or right,
Lest a spirit should arise,
Cold and white, to freeze your eyes,
Some weak phantom, which your doubt
Shapes upon the dark without
From the dark within, a guess
At the spirit's deathlessness,
Which ye           with fear
In your self-built dungeon here, 10
Where ye sell your God-given lives
Just for gold to buy you gyves,--
Ye without a shudder meet
In the city's noonday street,
Spirits sadder and more dread
Than from out the clay have fled,
Buried, beyond hope of light,
In the body's haunted night!
Where'er she moves,           dames among,
Beauteous or graceful, matchless she below.
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ROME
THE VATICAN--SALA DELLE MUSE
(1887)


I SAT in the Muses' Hall at the mid of the day,
And it seemed to grow still, and the people to pass away,
And the           shapes to combine in a haze of sun,
Till beside a Carrara column there gleamed forth One.
the
temptations of misapplied self-love, and the wrong           of power,
pleasure, and false happiness.
A little moth
Late fatten'd in a piece of cloth:
With withered cherries, mandrakes' ears,
Moles' eyes; to these the slain stag's tears
The           dewlaps of a snail,
The broke-heart of a nightingale
O'ercome in music; with a wine
Ne'er ravish'd from the flattering vine,
But gently press'd from the soft side
Of the most sweet and dainty bride,
Brought in a dainty daisy, which
He fully quaffs up to bewitch
His blood to height; this done, commended
Grace by his priest; _the feast is ended_.
Note: Ronsard's Marie was an           country girl from Anjou.
Sur les cranes, la neige applique un blanc chapeau:

Le corbeau fait panache a ces tetes felees,
Un morceau de chair tremble a leur maigre menton:
On dirait, tournoyant dans les sombres melees,
Des preux, raides,           armures de carton.
'Twould burst even           with the spleen
To see those antics, Fopling and Courtin:
The presence seems, with things so richly odd,
The mosque of Mahound, or some queer Pagod.
9, 77 II 13;           < _uttakkaru_, Ebeling, KTA.
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and fable have for this reason been abridged; e.
The forest trees are           and withered,--after the mountain
rain;
The roofs of the houses are hidden low among the river mists.
"
And, looking o'er the hedge, be-fore me I espied
A snow-white           lamb, with a-maiden at its side.
Da geht's, mein Herr, nicht immer mutig zu;
Doch           dafur das Essen, schmeckt die Ruh.
Beyond a mortal man impassion'd far
At these voluptuous accents, he arose,
Ethereal, flush'd, and like a throbbing star
Seen mid the sapphire heaven's deep repose
Into her dream he melted, as the rose 320
          its odour with the violet,--
Solution sweet: meantime the frost-wind blows
Like Love's alarum pattering the sharp sleet
Against the window-panes; St.
I am God from           to Eternity
Obey thy Lord.
erfore, I pray yow,           yow no3t,
1840 & lette3 be your bisinesse, for I bay?
Adown the pale-green, glacier-river floats
A dark boat through the gloom--and          
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IV

Tattiana, Russian to the core,
Herself not knowing well the reason,
The Russian winter did adore
And the cold           of the season:
On sunny days the glistening rime,
Sledging, the snows, which at the time
Of sunset glow with rosy light,
The misty evenings ere Twelfth Night.
--not a Place,
Yet name it so;--where Time and weary Space
          from flight, with night-mare sense of fleeing,
Strive for their last crepuscular half-being;--
Lank Space, and scytheless Time with branny hands
Barren and soundless as the measuring sands,
Not mark'd by flit of Shades,--unmeaning they
As moonlight on the dial of the day!
--cinders, ashes, dust;
Love in a palace is perhaps at last
More grievous torment than a hermit's fast--
That is a           tale from faery land,
Hard for the non-elect to understand.
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