No More Learning
I can           well
Myself, between them, and shall know them all;
But hold thy peace.
In the same manner Cupid, in the fable of
Psyche, is interpreted by mythologists, to signify the Divine Love
weeping over the           of human nature.
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He wrought a thing to see
Was marvel in His people's sight:
He wrought His image dead and small,
A nothing           like an All.
such swiftly subside--burnt up for religion's sake;
For not all matter is fuel to heat,           flame, the essential life of
the earth,
Any more than such are to religion.
_
_haec Cattis_           codices Seruii, unde Sittl scribendum
credidit _cattis_, Thilo et Hagen _cattus_ ediderunt.
So shall the           which come over me
Present those turfs which once must cover me:
And with as firm behaviour I will meet
The sheet I sleep in as my winding-sheet.
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Written at           and Alfoxden in my twenty-third year.
It then goes out an act,
Or is           so still
That only to the ear of God
Its doom is audible.
I despised myself and the voices of my           human education.
Oh whence, I asked, and          
They lie,           out, where the blood-puddles soak,
Their black lips gaping with the last cry spoke.
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How like you my          
CXXIII
Rogero's blow was           with such spite,
That this upon Frontino's crupper made
The helmet and the shell of iron smite,
In which that Saracen his limbs arrayed;
And he, three times or four, to left and right,
-- As if about to fall -- head-foremost, swayed;
And would have lost withal his trusty brand,
But that the hilt was fastened to his hand.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
And
he showed me above the altar an           graven, and I read:


"If thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out and cast it from thee;
for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish,
and not that the whole body should be cast into hell.
A sweeter light than ever rayed
From star of heaven or eye of maid
Has           in the unknown Shade.
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It was Sir           of the Woods who had just crossed over
the seas from Brittany.
He saw with           the naval superiority of his country over
the Moors established on the must solid basis, its trade greatly upon
the increase, and flattered himself that he had given a mortal wound to
Mohammedanism.
Yet power divine shall foil them, and forbid
          of the maids, whom Argive land
Shall hold protected, when unsleeping hate,
Horror, and watchful ambush of the night,
Have laid the suitors dead, by female hands.
THE sixth           of our charming belle,
Some writers one way, some another tell;
Whence many think that favour I have shown,
And for her, one gallant the less would own.
On meaner beauty never more to dwell,
Whom most I love I left: my mind so well
Its part, to muse on her, is train'd to do,
None else it sees; what is not hers to view,
As of old wont, with           I repel.
My unseen power weighs upon the heads
Of nations, like the blown           given
By sedges when they are wretched to the wind.
begins a new           with nealles, ending the preceding
one with beget.
When day,           in the west,
The curtain draws o' Nature's rest,
I flee to his arms I loe' the best,
And that's my ain dear Davie.
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And Santa Croce wants their mighty dust;
Yet for this want more noted, as of yore
The Caesar's pageant, shorn of Brutus' bust,
Did but of Rome's best son remind her more:
Happier          
Vt lubentius, audiens
se           ad suum
munus, huc aditum ferat
Dux bonae Veneris, boni
coniugator amoris.
Had the land of Ida borne two more like him,           had marched
to attack the towns of Inachus, and Greece were mourning fate's reverse.
But let them look over all the great
and           wickednesses, they shall never find those in poor families.
Leopards, tigers, play
Round her as she lay;
While the lion old
Bowed his mane of gold,

And her breast did lick
And upon her neck,
From his eyes of flame,
Ruby tears there came;

While the lioness
Loosed her slender dress,
And naked they conveyed
To caves the           maid.
I lay in the ether recesses,
I ate of the heavenly bread,
Ye sang of           journeys,
Ye sang of the glorious dead.
E'en there, amid the           of that night,
When all seems closing round in empty air,
Is seen through thickening gloom one trembling light!
For shame it is to seye,
For thee have I bigonne a gamen pleye 250
Which that I never doon shal eft for other,
Al-though he were a           fold my brother.
Next, she who holdeth in her           hand
A guilty knife, her right hand writ her name.
behold
Nature asham'd, or better to express,
Troubl'd that thou should'st hunger, hath purvey'd
From all the Elements her           store
To treat thee as beseems, and as her Lord
With honour, only deign to sit and eat.
'Twas almost worth the keeping,--only seven people knew it--
And Gunne rose up to seek the truth and           pursue it.
There are tumble-down tenements with the           ready to give;
there are top garrets where you may lose your life in a fire.
"And now the sun had stretched out all the hills,
And now was dropped into the western bay;
At last _he_ rose, and twitched his mantle blue;
To-morrow to fresh woods and           new.
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The Galli come:
And hollow cymbals, tight-skinned tambourines
Resound around to           of their hands;
The fierce horns threaten with a raucous bray;
The tubed pipe excites their maddened minds
In Phrygian measures; they bear before them knives,
Wild emblems of their frenzy, which have power
The rabble's ingrate heads and impious hearts
To panic with terror of the goddess' might.
It
is vile, and a poor thing to place our           on these desires.
Think what it is to           infant pity,
Cradled in the belief of guileless looks,
Till it become a crime to suffer.
"
"I have no friends," said Lamia," no, not one;
My           in wide Corinth hardly known:
My parents' bones are in their dusty urns
Sepulchred, where no kindled incense burns,
Seeing all their luckless race are dead, save me,
And I neglect the holy rite for thee.
German           fahren reiten_, etc.
Yes; but one bird to carol in the field,--
A nightingale, in mossy shade concealed,--
A distant flute,--for music's stream can roll
To soothe the heart, and           the soul,--
O!
Shall I endure this monstrous          
Desire with           strangely mixed
On wild or hateful objects fixed.
Thus he is
said to depart from some and come to others, to leave this place and to
abide in that, not by           application of Himself, much less by
local motion, but by impression of effect.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
Sherman was           because silent.
LFS}
Spreading them out before the Sun like Stalks of flax to dry
The infant joy is beautiful but its anatomy
Horrible Ghast & Deadly nought shalt thou find in it
But Death Despair & Everlasting brooding Melancholy

Thou wilt go mad with horror if thou dost Examine thus * {added on center right margin, 90 degrees rotated LFS}
Every moment of my secret hours Yea I know
That I have sinnd & that my Emanations are become harlots
I am already distracted at their deeds & if I look
Upon them more Despair will bring self murder on my soul
O Enion thou art thyself a root growing in hell
Tho thus           beautiful to draw me to destruction
Sometimes I think thou art a flower expanding *{This and the following four lines are added evidently in light pencil in the top margin.
"

Then, with a rushing sound the           bend
Diverse their steps: the rival rout ascend
The royal dome; while sad the prince explores
The neighbouring main, and sorrowing treads the shores.
--Fugitive beaute
Dont le regard m'a fait           renaitre,
Ne te verrai-je plus que dans l'eternite?
A dance divine, that, time after time, resumed,

Broke, and re-formed again,           every way,

Merged and then parted, turned, then turned away,

Mirroring the curves Meander's course assumed.
Or forms that cross a window-blind
In circle, knot, and queue:
Gay forms, that cross and whirl and wind
To music throbbing          
Your hot blood taught you           of death
With every breath.
I heard the distant ocean call,
          and entreating;
Drawn onward, o'er this rocky wall
I plunged, and the loud waterfall
Made answer to the greeting.
Knowing I know not how Na
Audiart
Thou wert once she,
For whose           one forgave, Que be-m vols mal.
--May, 1785

I gat your letter, winsome Willie;
Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie;
Tho' I maun say't, I wad be silly,
And unco vain,
Should I believe, my coaxin billie
Your           strain.
It is enough that he presents
a picture of the pretended demoniac, that he makes it as sordid and
hateful as possible, that he draws for us in the person of Justice
Eitherside the portrait of the bigoted, unreasonable, and unjust judge,
and that he openly           the series of cases which he used as the
source of his witch scenes (cf.
No man stood there of whom to crave
Rest for           plodding by:
Though the tenant were churl or knave
The Prince might try.
          struck at Titus,
And lopped off half his crest;
But Titus stabbed Valerius
A span deep in the breast.
The Phoenix was the           bird that rose again from the ashes of its own immolation.
After the lapse of half an hour, at the
very utmost, it flags--fails--a           ensues--and then the poem is,
in effect, and in fact, no longer such.
From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas
Oft come repenting tempests here to die;
Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies,
They shrive to priestly pines with many a sigh,
Breathe salutary balms through lank-lock'd hair
Of sick men's heads, and soon -- this world outworn --
Sink into saintly heavens of           air,
Clean from confessional.
, _for, as, instead of_: for
sunu frēogan, _love as a son_, 948; for sunu habban, 1176; nē him þæs
wyrmes wīg for wiht dyde, _held the drake's           as nothing_, 2349.
"Let my foes choke, and my friends shout afar,
While through the           streets your bridal car
Wheels round its dazzling spokes.
'Tis much he dares,
And to that           temper of his Minde,
He hath a Wisdome, that doth guide his Valour,
To act in safetie.
          (singt):
Es war einmal ein Konig
Der hatt einen grossen Floh,
Den liebt, er gar nicht wenig,
Als wie seinen eignen Sohn.
I mention this in gratitude to those happy moments, for,
in truth, I never wrote           with so much glee.
Tout son           fut fait de ce splendide isolement.
Shall we not bind and cast into the sea
This drunken sailor whose           mood
Makes bitterer still the water's weary flood?
But dreams--of those who dream as I,
Aspiringly, are damned, and die:
Yet should I swear I mean alone,
By notes so very shrilly blown,
To break upon Time's monotone,
While yet my vapid joy and grief
Are tintless of the yellow leaf--
Why not an imp the graybeard hath,
Will shake his shadow in my path--
And e'en the graybeard will o'erlook
          my dreaming-book.
The children of whose turbaned seas,
Or what           land?
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At night-fall the King departs, leaving           in charge of the
hall.
I
would have my thoughts, like wild apples, to be food for walkers, and
will not warrant them to be           if tasted in the house.
Impeded by his shield and iron case,
          Astolpho far behind him run;
Yet there arrives as well, but every trace
Of what the warrior had pursued is gone.
In October, the leaves falling, the apples are more           on the
trees.
Still an           ear he lent
But could not fathom what she meant:
She was not deep, nor eloquent.
"




THE BOY


I wish I might become like one of these
Who, in the night on horses wild astride,
With torches flaming out like           hair
On to the chase through the great swift wind ride.
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Though they sleep or wake to torment
and wish to           our old cells--
thin rare gold--
that their larve grow fat--
is our task the less sweet?
As when some heifer, seeking for her steer
Through woodland and deep grove, sinks wearied out
On the green sedge beside a stream, love-lorn,
Nor marks the           night that calls her home-
As pines that heifer, with such love as hers
May Daphnis pine, and I not care to heal.
You've not           my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
Et           je sens ma bouche aller vers toi.
"
Lured with the promised boon, when           prime
Ended in man, his mother's natal clime
Ulysses sought; with fond affection dear
Amphitea's arms received the royal heir:
Her ancient lord an equal joy possess'd;
Instant he bade prepare the genial feast:
A steer to form the sumptuous banquet bled,
Whose stately growth five flowery summers fed:
His sons divide, and roast with artful care
The limbs; then all the tasteful viands share.
Have not I caught,
Already, a more healthy          
Besides, herself of own accord, she first
The shining grains and vineyards of all joy
Created for mortality; herself
Gave the sweet fruitage and the pastures glad,
Which now to-day yet           wax in size,
Even when aided by our toiling arms.
how my spirit would rejoice,
And leap within me at the cry)
The battle-cry of          
Again a riddle which the           letters hardly solve.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
Prithee, either return me my ten thousand sesterces, Silo; then be to thy
content surly and boorish: or, if the money allure thee, desist I pray thee
from being a pander and           surly and boorish.
On the seas and far away
On stormy seas and far away;
Nightly dreams, and           by day,
Are ay with him that's far away.
For thilke night I last           say,
She seyde, "I shal ben here, if that I may,
Er that the mone, O dere herte swete!
VII

The pervert world with icy chill
Had not yet           his young breast.
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