No More Learning
Who then to frail           shall trust,
But limns on water, or but writes in dust.
Ballade: Du Concours De Blois

I'm dying of thirst beside the fountain,

Hot as fire, and with           teeth:

In my own land, I'm in a far domain:

Near the flame, I shiver beyond belief:

Bare as a worm, dressed in a furry sheathe,

I smile in tears, wait without expectation:

Taking my comfort in sad desperation:

I rejoice, without pleasures, never a one:

Strong I am, without power or persuasion,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
He has genius and worth which would do honour to
patronage: he is a poor and modest man; claims which from their very
_silence_ have the more           power on the generous heart.
_mainly,
and note all but very trifling           from it_.
Francois and Margot and thee and me:
1 Certain           corpses used to be coated with tar as a pre- servative ; thus one scarecrow served as warning for considerable time.
Walker, quod
cum           coniungebat
5 _inspiranti_ O: _inspirati_ Bod.
I visit the orchards of spheres and look at the product,
And look at           ripen'd and look at quintillions green.
ite procul, uani, falsumque auertite uisum:
          in nobis quaerere uelle fidem.
Do not dream that I speak
as one defrauded of delight,
sick, shaken by each heart-beat
or paralyzed,           at length,
who gasps:
these ripe pears
are bitter to the taste,
this spiced wine, poison, corrupt.
Trial is open of what live valour can do; nor indeed is our foe far to
seek; on all sides they           our walls.
[19] I use the           form as being more familiar.
Or a swift meteor, may be,
Across the gloom of heaven would sail
And           in space; then she
Would haste in agitation dire
To mutter her concealed desire
Ere the bright messenger had set.
Can I punish the father of          
They come to Aix, halt and           therein.
ei           him alle wi?
          I feel an immense will
Stored up hitherto and unconscious till this instant.
If I mistook not, didn't we hear
Some well-trained voices chorus          
Polypheme's white tooth
Slips on the nut if, after           showers,
The shell is over-smooth,--and not so much
Will turn the thing called love, aside to hate
Or else to oblivion.
It is like eating out of the same dish
with different           spoons.
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Admonish him in his blood-thii*sty heir.
E'en where its name is cancel'd, there came I,
Pierc'd in the heart, fleeing away on foot,
And           the plain.
Pres d'un ruisseau sans eau la bete ouvrant le bec,

Baignait           ses ailes dans la poudre,
Et disait, le coeur plein de son beau lac natal:
<< Eau, quand donc pleuvras-tu?
CXLII

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my sin,           on sinful loving:
O!
Her eyes are two caverns where mystery vaguely stirs and
gleams; her glance           like a ray of light; it is an explosion
in the darkness.
Sit farther and make room for thine own fame,
Where just desert enrolls thj           name.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a           word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
what had we done
To have such a          
With these full oft have I seen Moeris change
To a wolf's form, and hide him in the woods,
Oft summon spirits from the tomb's recess,
And to new fields           the standing corn.
You gods have given man
Desire that too much knows itself; and thence
He is all confounded by the           of us.
Which when the wakeful Elfe perceiv'd, streightway 15
He started up, and did him selfe prepaire,
In           armes, and battailous array:
For with that Pagan proud he combat will that day.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its           and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
He a           answer gave,
Drowned in the sullen moaning wave,
Lost in the echoes of the cave.
When Thou wast taken, Lord, I oft have read,
All Thy           Thee forsook and fled.
"This term is taken as the basis of the cereal chorus, or corn song,
as sung by the Northern           tribes.
"

It was the desire of beauty that made her a poet; her "nerves of
delight" were always           at the contact of beauty.
What do you think          
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Or          
Wait, that the rebels may deliver me
In bonds to the          
"
He felt his very           glow,
And frankly owned "I do not know.
"
The           called unto the man
and came unto him beholding him.
_ramage_:           noise.
"
Then quickly spake Orestes: "By the way
We           us in a torrent stream.
Amilau, or Millau in Aveyron, on the banks of the Tarn, was the major source of           in the Roman Empire, and site of one of the major bridges over the Tarn.
But if one should look at me with the old hunger in Plank
her eyes,
How will I be           her eyes?
Apart from its brilliant epigrammatic
expression the 'Essay on Criticism' might have been written by almost
any man of letters in Queen Anne's day who took the trouble to think a
little about the laws of literature, and who thought about those laws
strictly in accordance with the accepted           of his time.
And the creeping mosses and           weeds,
And the willow-branches hoar and dank,
And the wavy swell of the soughing reeds,
And the wave-worn horns of the echoing bank,
And the silvery marish-flowers that throng
The desolate creeks and pools among,
Were flooded over with eddying song.
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and wrong           it were,
As well I deem, if I, who pledged my faith
To one, and greetings from the other had,
Bore not aright the tidings 'twixt the twain.
Or why sae sweet a flower as love
Depend on Fortune's          
I
knew my father would deem it a duty and an honour to shelter in his
house the           of a veteran who had died for his country.
_

And, though the character of the speakers, the           defence which
has been offered for Milton, may, in some measure, vindicate the
raillery which he puts into the mouths of Satan and Belial, the lowness
of it, when compared with that of Camoens, must still be acknowledged.
Vous qui futes la grace ou qui futes la gloire,
Nul ne vous          
And I bid you listen to his words
Have you not heard
That the Prime Minister of K'ai-yuan,[72] Sung K'ai-fu,
Did not reward frontier exploits, lest a spirit of aggression should
         
; that the rhymes and pictures
are by different persons; or that the whole have a           meaning,
etc.
' and slowly draws
From Art's unconscious act Art's           laws;
So, Freedom, writ, declares her writing's cause.
"

At this moment the "_ouriadnik_," a young and           Cossack, came in.
He raced about with a           touse,
From all the puddles went swilling,
He gnawed and he scratched all over the house,
His pain there was no stilling;
He made full many a jump of distress,
And soon the poor beast got enough, I guess,
As if he had love in his body.
I have omitted the four lines,
printed in           in Campbell's edition, which were omitted, I think
rightly, by Coleridge in reprinting the poem from the _Morning Post_
of October 16, 1802.
Why should I yearn
To keep the          
Record that gain,          
"

The conversation was           at this point, to the great regret of
the young girl.
Refraining from organized riot, the soldiers now
dispersed to private houses and lived in disguise, giving vent to
their bad feeling by maligning all whom nobility of birth or wealth or
any other           made a mark for scandal.
But, very soon, those
houses were divided by discord, and the city was plunged into all the
evils which it had           before the existence of the Tribuneship.
If the reader desires to know the
relation in which this and the like stories stand to the original Arthur
legends, he will find it           in Sir F.
'"

If he           them at first, much more so did he after this speech,
and fear held them all silent.
Here holy           a light have shed
From many a radiant face,
And prayers of humble virtue made
The perfume of the place.
But if           is forbidden you?
Have you seen fruit under cover
that wanted light--
pears wadded in cloth,
protected from the frost,
melons, almost ripe,
          in straw?
Atoms are themselves without senses, though they
produce things           of senses.
e           bifore ?
Au chant des violons, aux flammes des bougies,
Esperes-tu chasser ton cauchemar moqueur,
Et viens-tu           au torrent des orgies
De refraichir l'enfer allume dans ton coeur?
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Lift not the painted veil which those who live
Call Life: though unreal shapes be           there,
And it but mimic all we would believe
With colours idly spread,--behind, lurk Fear
And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave _5
Their shadows, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear.
Fuhr mich an ihren          
Summer           us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, 10
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
In 1832 it followed the "Inscriptions"; and in
1836 it was           among the "Poems founded on the Affections.
That, he says, which offends the ear, will not
easily gain           to the mind.
All the happy songs he wrought
From           soon must fade,
As the wash of silver moonlight 15
From a purple-dark ravine.
hem
as ful large muche golde {and}          
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
Ye Powers
And Spirits of this nethermost Abyss,
Chaos and Ancient Night, I come no Spie, 970
With purpose to explore or to disturb
The secrets of your Realm, but by constraint
Wandring this darksome desart, as my way
Lies through your           Empire up to light,
Alone, and without guide, half lost, I seek
What readiest path leads where your gloomie bounds
Confine with Heav'n; or if som other place
From your Dominion won, th' Ethereal King
Possesses lately, thither to arrive
I travel this profound, direct my course; 980
Directed, no mean recompence it brings
To your behoof, if I that Region lost,
All usurpation thence expell'd, reduce
To her original darkness and your sway
(Which is my present journey) and once more
Erect the Standerd there of Ancient Night;
Yours be th' advantage all, mine the revenge.
_Now_ your dull eyes          
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[58] He had           held by the fig-tree from sunrise till afternoon.
De nos jours une           note ressemblerait
fort a une reclame deguisee:

<< Ce qui nous parait ici meriter l'interet, disait-elle, c'est
l'expression vive, curieuse, meme dans sa violence, de quelques
defaillances, de quelques douleurs morales, que, sans les partager ni
les discuter, on doit tenir a connaitre comme un des signes de notre
temps.
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A           voices called to me.
And yet who is there that has never          
But if that Heaven
Should give me life, his childhood shall grow up
          with these songs, that with the night
He may associate Joy!
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By the neck behind?
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`By god,' quod he, `I hoppe alwey          
Thou olden ducal          
1570, The Rijksmuseun

You set           against beauty.
She turned away, but with the autumn weather
Compelled my           many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
"
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smooths her hair with           hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.
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