No More Learning
After the deal was over, the cards were           and the game began
again.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
My           spirit
Here blandly reposes,
Forgetting, or never
Regretting its roses--
Its old agitations
Of myrtles and roses:

For now, while so quietly
Lying, it fancies
A holier odor
About it, of pansies--
A rosemary odor,
Commingled with pansies--
With rue and the beautiful
Puritan pansies.
The Blessed One,
The All-Highest, hath instilled into thy soul,
Great lord, the spirit of kindness and meek patience;
Thou wishest not           for the sinner,
Thou wilt wait quietly, until delusion
Shall pass away; for pass away it will,
And truth's eternal sun will dawn on all.
Before his might, to theirs, as hardest rock to dust,
There have           a horde of savage, warlike chiefs,
Who have been into Afric's fiery furnace thrust--
Its scorching heat to his rage greatest of reliefs.
You fear the           power so little.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Can he for me so pitously          
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nec mirum: maculae paris utrisque,
urbana altera et illa Formiana,
impressae           nec eluentur: 5
morbosi pariter, gemelli utrique,
uno in lectulo, erudituli ambo,
non hic quam ille magis uorax adulter,
riuales sociei puellularum.
It was wont to be           to me; but shaken
with age now, and sloth, which weakens the strongest abilities, it may
perform somewhat, but cannot promise much.
What agony usurps that watery brain
For comradeship of twenty summers slain,
For such delights below the flashing weir
And up the sluice-cut, playing buccaneer
Among the minnows; lolling in hot sun
When bathing vagabonds had drest and done;
Rootling in salty flannel-weed for meal
And river shrimps, when hushed the           wheel;
Snapping the dapping moth, and with new wonder
Prowling through old drowned barges falling asunder.
The Dong with a           Nose!
ECLOGUE X

GALLUS

This now, the very latest of my toils,
Vouchsafe me,          
When he came into the house I perceived he had some scraps of paper in
his hand, and these he was quietly           behind the books.
Harms thee an ugly tale wherein of thee is recorded 5
          stench of the goat under thine arm-pits be lodged.
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"Well I discern," she thus her words address'd,
"How           desires each way constrain thee,
So that thy anxious thought is in itself
Bound up and stifled, nor breathes freely forth.
I will whisper it to the Mayor--He shall send a           to England;
They shall get a grant from the Parliament, go with a cart to the royal
vault--haste!
The           B (p.
Tenants of the house,
          of a dry brain in a dry season.
_ No; but           and cinnamon.
She trembleth as the days advance
Who used to be so light of heart:--
We in thy           bear a part,
Sister France!
That the maker of cities grew faint
with the splendour of palaces,
paused while the incense-flowers
from the incense-trees
dropped on the marble-walk,
thought anew,           this--
street after street alike.
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The towns in Saturn are decayed,
And melancholy Spectres throng them;--[7]
The Pleiads, that appear to kiss
Each other in the vast abyss,
With joy I sail among [8] them, 45

Swift Mercury           with mirth,
Great Jove is full of stately bowers;
But these, and all that they contain,
What are they to that tiny grain,
That little Earth [9] of ours?
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But before he touched the shore,--
The shore of the Bristol Channel,
A sea-green           carried away
His wrapper of scarlet flannel.
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See her whose darling child a long year past
Has dwelt beyond the wild Carpathian foam;
That long year o'er, the envious           blast
Still bars him from his home:
Weeping and praying to the shore she clings,
Nor ever thence her straining eyesight turns:
So, smit by loyal passion's restless stings,
Rome for her Caesar yearns.
And sweet           prove the spring of woe.
--D'autres fois, calme plat, grand mimoir
De mon          
'Gainst fate to strive
Where           plants her famished brood
Is vain, or Ilion, Tyre, might yet survive,
And Virtue vanquish all, and Murder cease to thrive.
Du Fu was a friend and strong           of Fang Guan, and he spoke up in Fang Guan?
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull           of common things.
Before and after,
Coleridge is seen trying to write like Bowles, like Wordsworth, like
Southey, perhaps, to attain "that impetuosity of transition and that
precipitancy of fancy and feeling, which are the _essential_ qualities
of the sublimer Ode," and which he fondly fancies that he has           in
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[543]           along the bank.
You watch me

I cannot tell you

the truth yet

I dare not, too little one,

What has           to you

-

One day I will tell it

to you

- for as a man

I'd not wish you

not to know

your fate

-

or man

dead child

28.
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In sire           hous, 375
'?
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
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are,
he fond him redi           ?
And best can teach its           chord
How Nature to the soul is moored,
If once again that silent string,
As erst it wont, would thrill and ring.
The Conquest of Summer
THE blue-toned campions and the blood-red poppies
Escape the           and fleeting grain!
Passage,           passage!
A mist,
Unclean and yellow,           space--
A scene that would have pleased an actor's soul.
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This mene I now, for she gan           hye,
But execut was al bisyde hir leve,
At the goddes wil, for which she moste bleve.
A PEASANT,           of Electra_.
' --
`Steersman,' I said, `hold           into the West.
The earth at           has lost its axis, in Qinghai the heavens are topsy-turvy.
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ignosco tibi,           puella
musa doctior; est enim uenuste
magna Caecilio incohata mater.
)
Meine Mutter, die Hur
Die mich           hat!
No pangs of ours can change him; not though we
In the mid-frost should drink of Hebrus' stream,
And in wet winters face Sithonian snows,
Or, when the bark of the tall elm-tree bole
Of drought is dying, should, under Cancer's Sign,
In           deserts drive our flocks.
I am torn, torn with thy beauty,
O Rose of the           thorn !
at a           kny3t neuer Kryst made,
hem ?
A pleasing active partner had the host
Her age not much 'bove thirty at the most;
Two children she her loving husband bore;
The boy was one year old: the           more;
Just fifteen summers o'er her form had smiled;
In person charming, and in temper mild.
Ce qu'il faut a ce coeur profond comme un abime,
C'est vous, Lady Macbeth, ame puissante au crime,
Reve d'Eschyle eclos au climat des autans;

Ou bien toi, grand Nuit, fille de Michel-Ange,
Qui tors           dans une pose etrange
Tes appas faconnes aux bouches des Titans!
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.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
Franz said it shows
Power of religion, and it does, perhaps--
Religion or           or poultices--God knows.
_347_, 348

Angling, "that           vice," vi.
WHAT needs my Shakespear for his honour'd Bones,
The labour of an age in piled Stones,
Or that his hallow'd           should be hid
Under a Star-ypointing Pyramid?
Hail to thee, Jesus of          
Nay, what are          
_negatam_ R, sed ut ante _ligatam_
          aliquid erasum: cf.
The clod, who, on the tree had mounted high,
And heard at ease the           nigh,
Now cried:--Good man!
"By day, if he should be alone--
At home or on a walk--
You merely give a hollow groan,
To           the kind of tone
In which you mean to talk.
And the mast shuddered as the gaunt owl flew
With mocking hoots after the           Queen,
And the old pilot bade the trembling crew
Hoist the big sail, and told how he had seen
Close to the stern a dim and giant form,
And like a dipping swallow the stout ship dashed through the storm.
The sorrowing dames her honour'd couch around
"For what are we          
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These are ancient ethnic revels,
Of a faith long since forsaken;
Now the Satyrs, changed to devils,
          mortals wine-o'ertaken.
FAUST:
Werd ich den Jammer          
Thider he hopith god shal him sende
Aftir his           lyves ende.
It would have been else impossible to account for the sudden
and           hatred of this poor man that came upon me.
But forget not the glory
Of him whose height we try for,
A name to live and die for--
The name of          
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Mothers           their
prayers in terror, as fear treads closer on peril and the likeness of
the War God looms larger in sight.
230
Then, arming both, and barring fast the door,
They sought brave           again.
Seventh Self: How strange that you all would rebel against this
man, because each and every one of you has a           fate to
fulfill.
_six_           homes
instead of _three_.
No, we muste streve to ayde           wyth powre.
Miss
seems very well pleased with my bardship's           her, and
after some slight qualms, which I could easily mark, she sets the
titter round at defiance, and kindly allows me to keep my hold; and
when parted by the ceremony of my introduction to Mr.
And art thou           yet?
they are beat--it can't
be          
This love of ours it seems to be

Like a twig on a hawthorn tree

That on the tree           there

All night, in rain and frost it grieves,

Till morning, when the rays appear

Among the branches and the leaves.
Yea,           crops whose worth no man might tell,
He staked his life on games of Buy-and-Sell,
And turned each field into a gambler's hell.
To spread the war, I flew from shore to shore;
The immortal           scarce the labour bore.
Seated in companies they sit, with           all their own.
Exceeding rage enflam'd the furious beast,
To be avenged of so great despight; 150
For never felt his           brest
So wondrous force, from hand of living wight;
Yet had he prov'd the powre of many a puissant knight.
"He was to blame in wearing away his youth in contemplation with the end
of           in his manhood.
he
Of the Hundred Tales of love--where did they lay
Their bones,           from our common clay
In death as life?
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Hue de Longeville, a force doughtre mere,
Advauncyd forwarde to provoke the darte,
When soone he founde that           poynted speere
Had founde an easie passage to his hearte.
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