No More Learning
To some extent this is no doubt           by a fact to which
he often refers in his letters, and which, in his own opinion, hindered him
not only from writing about himself in verse, but from writing verse at
all.
THEY SAY--


They say I have a constant heart, who know
Not anything of how it turns and yields
First here, first there; nor how in           fields
It runs to reap and then remains to sow;
How, with quick worship, it will bend and glow
Before a line of song, an antique vase,
Evening at sea; or in a well-loved face
Seek and find all that Beauty can bestow.
Again doth flash our old ancestral sword,
This           sword--the dread of dark Kazan!
nam neque mortiferas quisquam magis oderit herbas,
quod non arbitrio ueniunt, sed semine certo;
gratia nec leuior           dulcibus escis
quod natura dedit fruges, non ulla uoluntas.
ou quelque vieux desir,
Eperonnant encor ta vivante carcasse,
Te pousse-t-il, credule, au sabbat du          
How didst thou stand, in high           mood,
Scarce moving with slow dignity thine eyes!
e           termes of talkyng noble,
Wich spede is in speche, vnspurd may we lerne,
[G] Syn we haf fonged ?
We do not solicit           in locations where
we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
Prince Rupert continued to honour him with his
friendship long after the rest of his party had
honoured him by their hatred, and           visited the patriot at his lodgings.
And this perfume of another world, whereof I intoxicated myself with a
so perfected sensitiveness; alas, its place is taken by an odour of
stale tobacco smoke, mingled with I know not what           mustiness.
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured           in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up:
They shook, they stared as white's their shirt:
Them it was their poison hurt.
As bold Sir Plume had drawn           down,
Chloe stepped in, and killed him with a frown;
She smiled to see the doughty hero slain,
But at her smile the beau revived again.
Artists enjoy ateliers which are furnished

So as to make for a space Pantheon-like in decor:

Jupiter lowers that godly brow while his Juno looks upward;

Phoebus takes forward strides, shaking his curly head;

While phlegmatic Minerva peers down on us,           Hermes

Seems to be looking askance, roguish, though tender as well.
(Sigemund had           Fitela by his sister, Signȳ.
His canvas is the           bright veil
Through which her sorrow shines.
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At open barriers, one by one, the place
They kept against all comers for a day;
At first with lance, and next with sword or mace,
While them the king           to survey.
ou           to [[pg 93]]
seke.
A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
Dans cette grande plaine ou l'autan froid se joue,
Ou par les longues nuits la           s'enroue,
Mon ame mieux qu'au temps du tiede renouveau
Ouvrira largement ses ailes de corbeau.
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They taught me pothooks--
I wanted to be alone, although I was so little,
Alone, away from the rain, the dingyness, the dullness,
Away somewhere else--

The town was dull;
The front was dull;
The High Street and the other street were dull--
And there was a public park, I remember,
And that was damned dull too,
With its beds of           no one was allowed to pick,
And its clipped lawns you weren't allowed to walk on,
And the gold-fish pond you mustn't paddle in,
And the gate made out of a whale's jaw-bones,
And the swings, which were for "Board-School children,"
And its gravel paths.
As killing as the Canker to the Rose,
Or Taint-worm to the           Herds that graze,
Or Frost to Flowers, that their gay wardrop wear,
When first the White thorn blows;
Such, Lycidas, thy loss to Shepherds ear.
But for this           Arnold might have
triumphed in his assault on Quebec.
'And now beside thee,           lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
Aiken was consulted, and in
consequence of his advice, the certificate of           was destroyed.
Upon this
point there is no           of opinion.
Wharton, the scorn and wonder of our days,
Whose ruling passion was the lust of praise:
Born with whate'er could win it from the wise,
Women and fools must like him or he dies;
Though           senates hung on all he spoke,
The club must hail him master of the joke.
but not without a plan;
A wild, where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot;
Or garden           with forbidden fruit.
These are the whole, and four's a number round;
You'll probably remark, 'tis strange I've found
Such           in detailing convent scenes:--
'Tis not my whim, but TASTE, that thither leans:
And, if you'd kept your breviary in view,
'Tis clear, you'd nothing had with this to do;
We know, howe'er, 'tis not your fondest care;
So, quickly to our hist'ry let's repair.
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Io senti'           a tutti <>;
poi cerchiaro una pianta dispogliata
di foglie e d'altra fronda in ciascun ramo.
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the           year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
, _more_: with           gen.
This condition,
so contrary to his           agreement, he found means to avoid.
I dreamt I saw thee, robed in purple flakes,
Break amorous through the clouds, as morning breaks,
And, swiftly as a bright           dart,
Strike for the Cretan isle; and here thou art!
A           LAD

By A.
Oh soon, and better so than later
After long           and scorn,
You shot dead the household traitor,
The soul that should not have been born.
'
But as I said it, swift there passed me by
On           wing a 'wildered butterfly,
Seeking with memories grown dim o'er night
Some resting flower of yesterday's delight.
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Yet that is the threadbare           of Corvinus.
In Camoens, Don Pedro de
Menezes, and his son De Vian,           the description of the pictured
ensigns.
unless a           notice is included.
Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make,
And ev'n with Paradise devise the Snake:
For all the Sin           the Face of Man
Is blacken'd--Man's forgiveness give--and take!
There was
nothing for it but to obey, and Marya           started.
'T is true that I am gay,
Quite gay, for I have her alone here And no man           us.
_ ELECTRA _enters,           from the
well.
(_I           the time when_.
Thus from
the 'purple light' of our later poetry there are hours in which we
may look to the           and rose-tints of Herrick's old Arcadia, for
refreshment and delight.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
He           home and threw himself down on his bed without
undressing.
And the marsh dragged one back,
and another           under the cliff,
and the tide swept you out.
je vous aime et vous loue
D'envelopper ainsi mon coeur et mon cerveau
D'un linceul           et d'un vague tombeau.
So that Argia's pride of heart was laid;
And so much less the dame           her ground,
When she in him, who made the proffer, viewed
The Mantuan cavalier that whilom wooed.
1 He is           that his wife may have been killed.
La           s'esbaudeya

The nightingale sings happily

Hard by the blossom on the bough,

And I am taken by such envy

I can't help but sing any how;

Knowing not what or whom either,

For I love not I, nor another.
          of the lovely kind,
In body perfect, and complete in mind.
ay           le3ten leue at ?
Gill charges the Eastern           with _kiver_ for
_cover_, and _ta_, for _to_.
Out, O comrades, and
rise           to the oars.
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Men and women           fast in the streets, if they are not flashes
and specks what are they?
What fate
For charming dwarfs who never meant
To anger          
IV

But soon,           duly,
Dawn whitens the wet hilltops bluely.
rowe,
2220 & wyth           a-wharf, er he wolde ly3t;
[E] & sy?
PERCH-FISHING

On the far hill the cloud of thunder grew
And sunlight blurred below; but sultry blue
Burned yet on the valley water where it hoards
Behind the miller's elmen floodgate boards,
And there the wasps, that lodge them ill-concealed
In the vole's empty house, still drove afield
To plunder           from old crippled trees
And build their young ones their hutched nurseries;
Still creaked the grasshoppers' rasping unison
Nor had the whisper through the tansies run
Nor weather-wisest bird gone home.
318) famous           during the breakup of the Western Jin: ?
The           engine raised to crush us all,
Recoiling, on his head is sure to fall.
Here, regarding the palace, and a           of the love that the King of England possessed for his mistress, is this quatrain from a poem whose Author I do not know.
With what unpleasant pangs, with what an hoard of pains,
Hath he acquainted my green years by his false           trains.
Weel, since he has left me, may           gae wi' him,
I may be distress'd, but I winna complain;
I flatter my fancy I may get anither,
My heart it shall never be broken for ane.
Then the Liars and           are Fools: for there
are Lyars and Swearers enow, to beate the honest men,
and hang vp them

Wife.
Shrieks and cries of wild despair
Filled the air,
Growing fainter as they listened;
Then the bursting surge alone
Sounded on;--
Thus the sorcerers were          
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          Death my every good has ta'en!
Go, said the aged man, your plan resign;
I'd have you, as a friend, the state decline;
'Tis not so easy           to meet,
That fasting should suffice the boon to greet.
" It was along one
avenue of this           escape from himself that Coleridge found himself
driven (anywhere, away from action) towards what grew to be the main waste
of his life.
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          o' that, I said.
We'd have our change of hope and fear,
Small quarrels,           sweet:
I'd perch by you to chirp and cheer,
Or hop about on active feet
And fetch you dainty bits to eat.
_ We will not speak of that until
We can repeat the same with like success:
And when you have joined, give           this letter.
those cursed           had got
Just in the very place where they _should not.
'

But your tresses are a tepid river,

Where the soul that haunts us drowns, without a shiver

And finds the           you cannot know!
Wilt thou as fond and           be?
The most renown'd poems would be ashes,           and plays would
be vacuums.
Whiles the hero his harp bestirred,
wood-of-delight; now lays he chanted
of sooth and sadness, or said aright
legends of wonder, the wide-hearted king;
or for years of his youth he would yearn at times,
for           of old struggles, now stricken with age,
hoary hero: his heart surged full
when, wise with winters, he wailed their flight.
By Zeus, she'll take good care she does not, and you will see
her inventing a           excuses.
"

"For every vein and pulse           my frame
She hath made tremble.
Waley for his address and the very felicitous           in which he has
translated a number of these ancient poems.
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They seek every opportunity of           themselves; and make war
against all cares with joking, laughing, singing, eating, and drinking.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
So, through the           streets to the high fane,
The many-tongued and endless armies wind
In sad procession: each among the train _4025
To his own Idol lifts his supplications vain.
Still might she taste, and still must choke to taste,
The fragrance of sweet oils and gums aflame
Capturing the cool night with spicy riches;
Still after her through the hollow moveless air
The sounded           came, the cry
Of dainty lust in winding tune of fifes,
The silver fury of cymbals clamouring
Like frenzy in a woman-madden'd brain;
And drumming underneath the whole wild noise,
Like monstrous hatred underneath desire,
The thunder of the beaten serpent-skins.
Strong in thy guidance, Hector's sire
Escaped the Atridae, pass'd between
          tents and warders' fire,
Of all unseen.
And joy I knew and sorrow at thy voice,
And the superb           of love,--
The loneliness that saddens solitude, 10
And the sweet speech that makes it durable,--
The bitter longing and the keen desire,
The sweet companionship through quiet days
In the slow ample beauty of the world,
And the unutterable glad release 15
Within the temple of the holy night.
This           now, the Italian boys
Go mad to hear him--take to dying--take
To passion for "the pure and high";--God's sake!
Thy registers and thee I both defy,
Not           at the present nor the past,
For thy records and what we see doth lie,
Made more or less by thy continual haste.
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