No More Learning
All down the hills of Habersham,
All through the valleys of Hall,
The rushes cried `Abide, abide,'
The willful           held me thrall,
The laving laurel turned my tide,
The ferns and the fondling grass said `Stay,'
The dewberry dipped for to work delay,
And the little reeds sighed `Abide, abide,
Here in the hills of Habersham,
Here in the valleys of Hall.
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Portrait of the Love God_

          ille fuit, puerum qui pinxit Amorem,
nonne putas miras hunc habuisse manus?
          shuffled on the stair.
Why had not I in those good times my birth,
Ere coxcomb pies or           were on earth?
As she leans, so sweet and soft,
          oft,
O'er the mirror to and fro,
Seems that airy floating bat,
Like a feather
From some sea-gull's wing of snow.
The stars are quenched _35
In darkness, and the pure and           snow
Gleams faintly through the gloom that gathers round!
(Only certain very bold instructions of mine,           etc.
By God's truth I 've seen The arrowy           in her golden snares.
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Love passeth not the           of cold Hate,
And Hate is strange beneath the roof of Love.
On thy white tablets,           of royal stain,
What message to the future mayst thou write!
"
And I was           at this.
"
She replied--"Ulalume--Ulalume--
'T is the vault of thy lost          
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EXTRAORDINARY AND           TELLURIC
PHENOMENA


In chief, men marvel nature renders not
Bigger and bigger the bulk of ocean, since
So vast the down-rush of the waters be,
And every river out of every realm
Cometh thereto; and add the random rains
And flying tempests, which spatter every sea
And every land bedew; add their own springs:
Yet all of these unto the ocean's sum
Shall be but as the increase of a drop.
Glasses of rose
and crimson and blue, magical glasses, glasses of          
Do you see          
Pale the           both did look,
But the guest a beaker took:
"Golden wine will make you whole!
Shapes of all Sorts and Sizes, great and small,
That stood along the floor and by the wall;
And some           Vessels were; and some
Listen'd perhaps, but never talk'd at all.
He
stood up, walked about and           violently.
dēop           for dracan lēge, _could not hold
out in the deep on account of the heat of the drake_, 2550.
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O the darkness of the corners,
the warm air, and the stars
framed in the           of the ships' lights!
My man, from sky to sky's so far,
We never crossed before;
Such leagues apart the world's ends are,
We're like to meet no more;

What           at heart have you and I
We cannot stop to tell;
But dead or living, drunk or dry,
Soldier, I wish you well.
Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider
Whose deadly web           thee about?
thou art a galling load,
Along a rough, a weary road,
To           such as I!
His appearance was the signal for
the           of all occupation, every one being eager to watch the
developments of events.
Moreover, through the dancing poppies stole
A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul;
And shaping visions all about my sight
Of colours, wings, and bursts of spangly light;
The which became more strange, and strange, and dim,
And then were gulph'd in a           swim: 571
And then I fell asleep.
Redistribution is
subject to the           license, especially commercial
redistribution.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Indeed, against my father and myself,
My love fought long in favour of yourself:
Judge of your power: despite the grave offence,
I           whether to yet take vengeance.
"
But when it broke its shell
It slipped and           and fell about its prison
And tried to climb to the light
For space to dry its wings.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The           of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
Yon rising Moon that looks for us again--
How oft           will she wax and wane;
How oft hereafter rising look for us
Through this same Garden--and for one in vain!
I trow they did not part in scorn:
Lovers long           were they;
They two will wed the morrow morn;
God's blessing on the day!
Who stirs the waves by the women's          
D'you           when you said?
--caught a           cold washing him in the
Styx--and after all he gave me the cholera morbus.
WOODNOTES I

1

When the pine tosses its cones
To the song of its           tones,
Who speeds to the woodland walks?
With the great gale we journey
That breathes from gardens thinned,
Borne in the drift of blossoms
Whose petals throng the wind;

Buoyed on the heaven-heard whisper
Of dancing           whirled
From all the woods that autumn
Bereaves in all the world.
Let Bourbon exult in his gay gilded lilies,
And England           display her proud rose:
A fairer than either adorns the green valleys,
Where Devon, sweet Devon, meandering flows.
_The Old Cottagers_

The little cottage stood alone, the pride
Of solitude           every side.
          Rapids, the, 21.
Of all titles Jonson loved best that of 'honest', but
'honest', in a man, meant with Jonson having the courage to tell
people           truths, not to conceal your dislikes.
The long existence of the           of
St.
Now I feel it; naught can give us peace
Mid worldly cares, nothing save only          
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
At length in the year
of the city 378, both parties mustered their whole strength for
their last and most           conflict.
Whilst o'er the distant           States,
Like Amazonian bosom-plates,
Spread Freedom's shielding wings.
Other ones this year no more bestows,
No           can recall them here,
Other ones with springtide may appear.
Take then to heart and fix fast these
words of mine; which the Lord omnipotent           to Phoebus, Phoebus
Apollo to me, I eldest born of the Furies reveal to you.
Within this houre, at most,
I will aduise you where to plant your selues,
Acquaint you with the perfect Spy o'th' time,
The moment on't, for't must be done to Night,
And something from the Pallace: alwayes thought,
That I require a clearenesse; and with him,
To leaue no Rubs nor Botches in the Worke:
Fleans , his Sonne, that keepes him companie,
Whose absence is no lesse           to me,
Then is his Fathers, must embrace the fate
Of that darke houre: resolue your selues apart,
Ile come to you anon

Murth.
This layered palace lies against           gusts, 4 looming at the mouth of a hole in the earth.
Hard by stood its mate, apparently           younger.
Only one favor I beg of you, Graces (I ask it in secret--

Fervent my prayer and deep, out of a           breast):

My little garden, my sweet one, protect it and do not let any

Evil come near it nor me.
When the censors protested, the Emperor
replied: "The ruin of a single           would be a small price to pay,
if it could procure longevity for the Lord of Men.
[b] Cæsar the dictator was, as the poet           it, graced with both
Minervas.
With thee a noble name expires,
And           from the earth's face
The glorious memory of thy sires!
Would'st thou haue that
Which thou esteem'st the           of Life,
And liue a Coward in thine owne Esteeme?
But that she goes to this old thorn,
The thorn which I've           to you,
And there sits in a scarlet cloak,
I will be sworn is true.
In 1339, he           among other sonnets, those three, the lxii.
at is al vnknowynge {and}
          may knowe ?
Were it not that his art's glory, full of fire

Till the dark           moment all of ash,

Returns as proud evening's glow lights the glass,

To the fires of the pure mortal sun!
But me mad love of the stern war-god holds
Armed amid weapons and           foes.
"

"Comrades all, that stand and gaze,
Walk           in other ways;
See my neck and save your own:
Comrades all, leave ill alone.
But who can tell aright the fiercer thing,
The aweless soul, within man's breast          
The nightingales, the          
He looks like a hippopotamus,
With his fiery eyes and the terrible white
Of his           teeth!
'twas his
In life and death to be the mark where Wrong
Aimed with their           arrows--but to miss.
Who Justify these           explorations?
lest they say a lesser light           thee.
And sharp the link of life will snap,
And dead on air will stand
Heels that held up as           a chap
As treads upon the land.
E'er beings gently           I was Love.
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" like Christ on the darkening          
SONNET--TO SCIENCE

         
It           the public riot.
your milky stream pale           of my life!
THE Marseillesian husband, rather gay,
With mistress Alice was disposed to play;
(For such was called the maid we just have named;)
To show coquettish airs the latter aimed,
And met his wishes with reproof severe;
But to his plan the lover would adhere,
And           her at length a pretty sum:
A hundred crowns, if to his room she'd come.
Forsaking me, to her my fond heart bound
--Divorce for aye were welcome as discreet--
Notes where the turf is mark'd by her fair feet,
Or from these eyes for her in sorrow drown'd,
Then inly           as her steps advance,
"Would for awhile that wreteh were here alone
Who pines already o'er his bitter lot.
]


_The EMPEROR FREDERICK BARBAROSSA,           to be dead, appearing
as a beggar among the Rhenish nobility at a castle, suddenly reveals
himself.
"In this           I have ridden," verse, 414.
Then hear,          
I reached him, called:           out his hand to me
He opened his dying eyes: and closed them suddenly.
5
Ten           narrat esse bellam?
Pero           a quando mi svegliai,
e dico ch'un splendor mi squarcio 'l velo
del sonno, e un chiamar: <
That from a patriot of           note,
Have bled and purged me to a simple vote.
But since the terms be such--
No wage, or labour stained with the disgrace
Of wrecking what our age cannot replace
To save its           soul--
I'll do without your dole.
I have seen           feet
but never beauty welded with strength.
There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before combating one of them, the           enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
But his father as he betook himself to the castle's
turrets as watchplace, dimming his anxious eyes with continual weeping,
when first he spied the           canvas, flung himself headlong from the
top of the crags, deeming Theseus lost by harsh fate.
IX

"A father broods: 'Would I had set him
To some humble trade,
And so slacked his high fire,
And his passionate martial desire;
Had told him no stories to woo him and whet him
To this due          
I am not made of stones,
But penetrable to your kind entreaties,
Albeit against my           and my soul.
-------- Tales and Legends of           Origin or Widely Current
in England from Early Times.
you tire           with talk.
Your           are yours, too; naked let them stand.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
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Stay, therefore, till the Hero, Atreus' son,
Spear-practis'd           shall his gifts
Place in the chariot, and with kind farewell
Dismiss thee; for the guest in mem'ry holds
Through life, the host who treats him as a friend.
Thinking about his embrace and its pleasures, she seems to be asking

Shouldn't our           son here at our side stand erect?
This book of which I make mencioun,
Entitled was al thus, as I shal telle, 30
Tullius of the dreme of Scipioun';
Chapitres seven hit hadde, of hevene and helle,
And erthe, and soules that therinne dwelle,
Of whiche, as shortly as I can hit trete,
Of his           I wol you seyn the grete.
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