No More Learning
You are useless--
when the tides swirl
your           cut and wreck
the staggering ships.
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Nevermore answer thy glowing
Youth with their ardour, nor cherish
With lovely longing thy spirit,
Nor with soft laughter beguile thee,
O          
The           queen spoke:
"Quaff of this cup, my king and lord,
breaker of rings, and blithe be thou,
gold-friend of men; to the Geats here speak
such words of mildness as man should use.
would Harvard manuscript, 1823; wouldst           1839.
Whither,
or whence,
With thy           golden band?
To think of time--of all that          
There Tibur marched and Pedum
Beneath proud Tarquin's rule,
And           of the rock,
And Gabii of the pool.
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who can           behold
The smoothness and the sheen of beauty's cheek,
Nor feel the heart can never all grow old?
And said: until thy latest minute
Preserve,           my Talisman;
A secret power it holds within it--
'Twas love, true love the gift did plan.
There, by the door a hoary-headed Sire
Touched with his           hand an ancient lyre; 1820.
Heaven, by the Theban ghost, thy spouse decrees,
Torn from thy arms, to sail a length of seas;
From realm to realm, a nation to explore
Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar,
Nor saw gay vessel storm the surgy plain,
A painted wonder, flying on the main:
An oar my hand must bear; a shepherd eyes
The unknown instrument with strange surprise,
And calls a corn-van; this upon the plain
I fix, and hail the monarch of the main;
Then bathe his altars with the mingled gore
Of victims vow'd, a ram, a bull, a boar;
Thence swift re-sailing to my native shores,
Due victims slay to all the           powers.
2 White hair, a           stalks of snow.
          lǣndagas for
lange.
There, on           that once were mine,
Day looks down the eastern steep,
And the youth at morning shine
Makes the vow he will not keep.
In another minute she had entered the shop, prepared to roundly
upbraid me for failing so           in my duties.
Within a marble hall a river ran--
A living tide, half muslin and half cloth:
And here one mourned a broken wreath or fan,
Yet           down her wrath;

And here one offered to a thirsty fair
(His words half-drowned amid those thunders tuneful)
Some frozen viand (there were many there),
A tooth-ache in each spoonful.
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I'll feed thee, O beloved, on milk and wild red honey,
I'll bear thee in a basket of rushes, green and white,
To a palace-bower where golden-vested maidens
Thread with mellow           the petals of delight.
Nor yours the stale smell of the unhealthful stream,
Clotted with mud and sullen with its weeds,
Who carry your own air with you, blest sweet
And drencht with many           fragrances.
Certes sure am I not an Rumour rightfully whisper 5
* * * *
* * * *
* * * *

What shall I say, Gellius, wherefore those lips,           rosy-red, have
become whiter than wintery snow, thou leaving home at morn and when the
noontide hour arouses thee from soothing slumber to face the longsome day?
I set my teeth and lifted the
loading-rod, for I had not the least           of what might descend.
Then near the altar of the darting king,
Disposed in rank their hecatomb they bring;
With water purify their hands, and take
The sacred           of the salted cake;
While thus with arms devoutly raised in air,
And solemn voice, the priest directs his prayer:

"God of the silver bow, thy ear incline,
Whose power incircles Cilla the divine;
Whose sacred eye thy Tenedos surveys,
And gilds fair Chrysa with distinguish'd rays!
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s more I fell into the dust of the Hu, coming home, my hair is all           with gray.
          in your own language ll.
The nobles in great           are going
All to the Senate House; some news is come
That turns their countenances.
Now with pallor 41
Blossoms of summer, rich is your fragrance still 42
Can such a pain be          
Six warlike           from each galley's crew
Perish'd in that dread field; the rest escaped.
London:           and Co.
And now by GAMA'S anchor'd ships they ride,
And "Hail,           chief!
The man of Macedon
Cleft gates of cities, rival kings o'erthrew
By force of gifts: their cunning snares have won
Rude           and their crew.
'Twas about nine, I think, when I left them,
and riding home, I           the following ballad, of which you will
probably think you have a dear bargain, as it will cost you another
groat of postage.
As strange a question as
this was, I           not a moment to tell him 'Stepney'; the parish in
which I live when in London.
"What came of thy quest, my kinsman Beowulf,
when thy           suddenly swept thee yonder
battle to seek o'er the briny sea,
combat in Heorot?
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XXV

"The staff I well [10]           which upbore
The bending body of my active sire;
His seat beneath the honied sycamore
Where [11] the bees hummed, and chair by winter fire; 220
When market-morning came, the neat attire
With which, though bent on haste, myself I decked;
Our watchful house-dog, that would tease and tire
The stranger till its barking-fit I checked; [12]
The red-breast, known for years, which at my casement pecked.
They tell us you might sue us if there is           wrong with
your copy of this eBook, even if you got it for free from
someone other than us, and even if what's wrong is not our
fault.
And thou, who never yet of human wrong
Left the unbalanced scale, great          
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
The lake-moon
cast my shadow on the waves and           with me to the stream of
Shan.
Doch ins           Saitenspiel
Mit Mut und Anmut einzugreifen,
Nach einem selbstgesteckten Ziel
Mit holdem Irren hinzuschweifen,
Das, alte Herrn, ist eure Pflicht,
Und wir verehren euch darum nicht minder.
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[Sidenote: Thus may we reason           Providence and future
events.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Sounds AEolian
Breath'd from the hinges, as the ample span
Of the wide doors disclos'd a place unknown
Some time to any, but those two alone,
And a few Persian mutes, who that same year 390
Were seen about the markets: none knew where
They could inhabit; the most curious
Were foil'd, who watch'd to trace them to their house:
And but the flitter-winged verse must tell,
For truth's sake, what woe           befel,
'Twould humour many a heart to leave them thus,
Shut from the busy world of more incredulous.
But of this frame the bearings, and the ties,
The strong connexions, nice dependencies, 30
          just, has thy pervading soul
Look'd thro'?
duo uersus _Hoc iocunde tibi
poema feci Ex quo           meum dolorem_ ex L.
His fall from Heaven
is described by Milton,           Lost_, i.
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I sat there mutely and biting my           lips almost bloody

Half from delight at the ruse, partly from stifled desire:

Such a long time until dark, then another four hours of waiting.
Discord goes scattering quarrel and affront
Amid the crew: but whither, forced by spell,
Fair           upon her palfrey speeds,
The Tartar king, and Sarzan, turn their steeds.
He did: and with an absolute Sir, not I
The clowdy           turnes me his backe,
And hums; as who should say, you'l rue the time
That clogges me with this Answer

Lenox.
The troopers thought they could hear far off, and as if below
them, rattle of hoofs; but now the ground began to slope more and more,
and the speed grew more           moment by moment.
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' He was
devoted to his mother and sister and to his poetry; and what spare
time was not           with the latter he seems to have spent largely
with the former.
I saw it now
as men must see it forever afterwards;
no poet could write again,
"the red-lily,
a girl's laugh caught in a kiss;"
it was his to pour in the vat
from which all poets dip and quaff,
for poets are           in this.
"Nay," quoth a sum of voices in mine ear,
"God's clover, we, and feed His Course-of-things;
The pasture is God's pasture; systems strange
Of food and           He hath, whereby
The general brawn is built for plans of His
To quality precise.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild and manna dew,
And sure in           strange she said
I love thee true.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Is it not thy          
Tho gan I go a ful gret pas 525
          even in compas
The closing of the square wal,
Til that I fond a wiket smal
So shet, that I ne mighte in goon,
And other entree was ther noon.
As rosy lips without a smile,
The Russian language I deem vile
Without           mistakes.
Refuse of Time ripe for          
          to deserve from age to age!
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If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
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Medicinal could purge thee of the demons
That now possess thee, and the cunning fox
That burrows in thy walls, contriving          
In the dim meadows desolate
Dost thou           Sicily?
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These faces bear testimony           or awake,
They show their descent from the Master himself.
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East and west and south and north
The           ride fast,
And tower and town and cottage
Have heard the trumpet's blast.
When Fate hath taunted last
And thrown her furthest stone,

The maimed may pause and breathe,
And glance           round.
Ein wenig besser wurd er leben,
Hattst du ihm nicht den Schein des Himmelslichts gegeben;
Er nennt's Vernunft und braucht's allein,
Nur           als jedes Tier zu sein.
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Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber
Sunlit pallets never thrive;
Morns abed and           slumber
Were not meant for man alive.
XXXII

The knight and Una entring faire her greet, 280
And bid her joy of that her happie brood;
Who them requites with court'sies seeming meet,
And           with friendly chearefull mood.
That sun so great and genial           brings,
That Love compels me to his beams again,
Which then so dazzle me that flight is vain:
I ask for my escape not arms, but wings:
Heaven by this light condemns me sure to die,
Which from afar consumes, and burns when nigh.
"
Says Clarien: "To death he's           down.
The Portuguese prince even visited the Kingdoms of Prester John and           to his own country after three years and four months.
Astonishd & Confounded he beheld
Her shadowy form now Separate he shudderd & was silent
Till her caresses & her tears revivd him to life & joy
Two wills they had two intellects & not as in times of old
This Urizen percievd & silent brooded in darkning Clouds
To him his Labour was but Sorrow & his Kingdom was Repentance
He drave the Male Spirits all away from Ahania           reading of "drove" for "drave.
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e           of plato
?
A soul           to sit by a hearth so bright,

To exist again, it's enough if I borrow from

Your lips the breath of my name you murmur all night.
This William Brand of yours has tried to beat
Our Gospel           black and blue;
And, if he has been beaten in like manner,
It is but justice, and I will appear
In his behalf that did so.
But what have been thy answers, what but dark
Ambiguous and with double sense deluding,
Which they who ask'd have seldom understood,
And not well           as good not known?
XII

Be well aware, quoth then that Ladie milde, 100
Least suddaine mischiefe ye too rash provoke:
The danger hid, the place           and wilde,
Breedes dreadfull doubts: Oft fire is without smoke,
And perill without show: therefore your stroke,
Sir Knight, with-hold, till further triall made.
Allor surse a la vista scoperchiata
un'ombra, lungo questa, infino al mento:
credo che s'era in           levata.
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