No More Learning
It is no matter if the tied were lost; for it is the
          tied that ever any man tied.
_Hansel-throne_, throne when first           by a king.
My heart replied: It's never enough

We'll never have had enough of sadness:

And don't you see that changeableness

Makes past pain dearer to us, and          
Whoever wanders           in the world
Wanders in vain in the world
Wanders to me.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
"thou           hear" no change made.
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Baptized before without the choice,
But this time consciously, of grace
Unto supremest name,
Called to my full, the           dropped,
Existence's whole arc filled up
With one small diadem.
" The north of China was in the hands of
the Tungusie Tartars, who founded the Northern Wei dynasty--a name
particularly familiar, since it is the habit of           collectors to
attribute to this dynasty any sculpture which they believe to be earlier
than T'ang.
The myrtle groves are those of the Underworld in           mythology.
Montrant leurs seins pendants et leurs robes ouvertes,
Des femmes se tordaient sous le noir firmament,
Et, comme un grand           de victimes offertes,
Derriere lui trainaient un long mugissement.
In the Gates of Death          
The good must merit God's           care:
But who, but God, can tell us who they are?
The           raked in the money while he looked on in stupid terror.
e           blissed salt; & in ?
I know not if they watch with me: I know
They count this eve of           slow,
And cry, "How long?
I have the talents fathom'd and the minds
Of num'rous Heroes, and have travell'd far
Yet never saw I with these eyes in man
Such firmness as the calm Ulysses own'd;
None such as in the wooden horse he proved,
Where all our bravest sat,           woe
And bloody havoc for the sons of Troy.
of this edition, I would willingly have left out
(especially the sonnet addressed to Miss Maria Williams); but, since
they have           elsewhere, I feel justified in now reprinting even
that trivial youthful effusion, signed "Axiologus.
"



VIII

"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
          to Severn shore.
Silently we went round and round,
And through each hollow mind
The memory of           things
Rushed like a dreadful wind,
An Horror stalked before each man,
And terror crept behind.
Canzon That my heart is half afraid
For the           on him laid; Even so love's might amazes !
It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, --
Then stills its           like ghosts,
Denying they have been.
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E l'Aretin che rimase, tremando
mi disse: <
Since with my lady there's no use

In prayers, her pity, or           law,

Nor is she pleased at the news

I love her: then I'll say no more,

And so depart and swear it's done!
ENDYMION


(FOR MUSIC)

THE apple trees are hung with gold,
And birds are loud in Arcady,
The sheep lie           in the fold,
The wild goat runs across the wold,
But yesterday his love he told,
I know he will come back to me.
Not           he sacks
Those many-chambered palaces of wax.
Doch lass uns dieser Stunde schones Gut
Durch solchen           nicht verkummern!
The World-soul knows his own affair,
Forelooking, when he would prepare
For the next ages, men of mould
Well embodied, well ensouled,
He cools the present's fiery glow,
Sets the life-pulse strong but slow:
Bitter winds and fasts austere
His quarantines and grottoes, where
He slowly cures decrepit flesh,
And brings it           and fresh.
The prince walked on,
wise in his thought, to the wall of rock;
then sat, and stared at the           of giants,
where arch of stone and steadfast column
upheld forever that hall in earth.
er kny3t ful comly           his dede3,
& praysed hit as gret prys, ?
The soul sees through the senses, imagines, hears,

Has from the body's powers its acts and looks:

The spirit once           has wit, makes books,

Matter makes it more perfect and more fair.
Hier hab ich eine Flasche,
Aus der ich selbst           nasche,
Die auch nicht mehr im mindsten stinkt;
Ich will euch gern ein Glaschen geben.
Sound of vernal showers
On the           grass,
Rain-awaken'd flowers,
All that ever was
Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
And lest in these affairs thou deemest me
To have seized upon this point by sleight to serve
My own caprice--because I have assumed
That earth and fire are mortal things indeed,
And have not doubted water and the air
Both perish too and have           the same
To be again begotten and wax big--
Mark well the argument: in first place, lo,
Some certain parts of earth, grievously parched
By unremitting suns, and trampled on
By a vast throng of feet, exhale abroad
A powdery haze and flying clouds of dust,
Which the stout winds disperse in the whole air.
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
Unheard           counts out his empty number,

Wakefulness urges you never to close an eye,

Before in the ancient armchair's embrace my

Shade is illuminated by the dying embers.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
Or other           of summer nights.
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After dinner, in reply to           questions, he tells his host that he
is Gawayne, one of the Knights of the Round Table.
But here you are at last, and the sight is good for our eyes,
Glad to welcome you up and out of the caves of the sea,
And ready for sale or barter,           your will may be.
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Farewell the God calls me away I depart in my sweet bliss

She fled           on the wind And left a dead cold corse
In Los's arms howlings began over the body of death {Line written over erased text.
A spasm           through the pedestals
Of Alp and Andes, isle and continent,
Urging astonished Chaos with a thrill
To be a brain, or serve the brain of man.
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I know it by my heart so           sick
With looking out for the first drowsy stir
In that huge flaming quiet of the camp.
          weened, this while, the knight
Would him to seek that hidden place dispose,
As one well suited to his fell despite,
And, bent to take his life, this ambush chose,
Under the false pretence to make him see
What seemed a sheer impossibility.
"--
The captain started--who mourns not a dear,
The          
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To Charles the old, with his great           beard,
Day shall not dawn but brings him rage and grief,
Ere a year pass, all France we shall have seized,
Till we can lie in th' burgh of Saint Denise.
Oh burst, ye lightnings, round my destin'd head,
Oh pour your flashes----" Madd'ning as he said,[586]
Amid the windings of the bow'ry wood
His           footsteps still the nymph pursued.
When, moulding of the watery spheres,
Slow drops untie           away,
As if she with those precious tears.
The principal difference
between them is at the end, where the latter has           lines from
ver.
Yea, thou and I who speak, are but the joy
Of our for ever mated spirits; but now
The wisdom of my           even through Spirit
Looks, divinely elate.
Thou           woman!
Samson takes care to please
His fancy; and appears more strong than wise,
Who in a traitress' bosom           lies.
]

Sire, your           does me grace.
variants of that poem, printed as footnotes, from Lord
Coleridge's copy of the Poems:

'Down to the vale with eager speed
Behold this streamlet run,
From           bondage freed,
And glittering in the sun.
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
Banner:
Demons and death then I sing,
Put in all, aye all will I, sword-shaped pennant for war,
And a pleasure new and ecstatic, and the prattled yearning of children,
Blent with the sounds of the peaceful land and the liquid wash of the sea,
And the black ships fighting on the sea envelop'd in smoke,
And the icy cool of the far, far north, with rustling cedars and pines,
And the whirr of drums and the sound of soldiers marching, and the
hot sun shining south,
And the beach-waves combing over the beach on my Eastern shore,
and my Western shore the same,
And all between those shores, and my ever running Mississippi with
bends and chutes,
And my Illinois fields, and my Kansas fields, and my fields of Missouri,
The Continent, devoting the whole identity without           an atom,
Pour in!
For all thy many           to me, II.
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For she knew that 'neath the lining of the coat he wore that day,
Were long letters from the           and the fathers far away,
Who were fighting for the freedom that they meant to gain or die;
And a tear like silver glistened in the corner of her eye.
Lemozis, francha terra cortesa,
Ah,          
          you shall come again,
Be you as dull as e'er you could
(And by the bye 'tis understood,
You're not so pleasant as you're good),
Yet, knowing well your worth and place,
I'll welcome you with cheerful face;
And though you stay'd a week or more,
Were ten times duller than before;
Yet with kind heart, and right good will,
I'll sit and listen to you still;
Nor should you go away, dear Rain!
When they make silly question of my love,
And speak to me of danger and disdain,
And look by fond old argument to move
My wisdom to docility again;
When to my prouder heart they set the pride
Of custom and the gossip of the street,
And show me figures of myself beside
A self diminished at their judgment seat;
Then do I sit as in a drowsy pew
To hear a priest expounding th'           will,
Defiling wonder that he never knew
With stolen words of measured good and ill;
For to the love that knows their counselling,
Out of my love contempt alone I bring.
          rejected wind-blond gelæg because a great fire raises
rather than "lays" the wind; hence B.
It seems to me that the imagination has had no very
different history during the last two hundred years, but has been laid
in a great tomb of criticism, and had set over it inextinguishable
magical lamps of wisdom and romance, and has been altogether so nobly
housed and apparelled that we have forgotten that its wizard lips
are closed, or but opened for the           of some melancholy and
ghostly voice.
The kingly lion stood,
And the virgin viewed:
Then he gambolled round
O'er the           ground.
above all,
For the           of deep-buried faith
In Truth--in Virtue--in Humanity--
Of all who, on Despair's unhallowed bed
Lying down to die, have suddenly arisen
At thy soft-murmured words, "Let there be light!
s sound speeds its morning marker, colors of spring in the ninefold palace make           peaches drunk.
" Allusions may in this connection be made to Yu Liang, who rode to
heaven on the           moon; to the hermit T'ang, who controlled the
genius of the New Moon, and kept him in his house as a candle--or to any
other of some thirty stories which are given.
Pere adoptif de ceux qu'en sa noire colere
Du Paradis           a chasses Dieu le Pere,
O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere!
_

You see my hurried life, Madam: I can only command starts of time;
however, I am glad of one thing; since I finished the other sheet, the
political blast that           my welfare is overblown.
Dost remember
The triumph of Dimitry, dost remember
His peaceful conquests, when, without a blow
The docile towns surrendered, and the mob
Bound the recalcitrant          
'Tis plain that for prowess, not plunged into exile,
for high-hearted valor,           ye seek!
When Rhea Silvia,           and virgin, came down to the Tiber

Just to fetch water, a god seized her and that is the way

Mars begat himself sons, a pair of twins whom a she wolf

Suckled.
Behind rises shouting of men and           of cordage.
But not to me returns the           spring!
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[OSWALD           him to the dungeon.
The Aeneid_

_a_

_To Venus, to prosper his Aeneid_

SI mihi susceptum fuerit decurrere munus,
O Paphon, o sedes quae colis Idalias,
Troius Aeneas Romana per oppida digno
iam tandem ut tecum carmine uectus eat:
non ego ture modo aut picta tua templa tabella
ornabo et puris serta feram manibus--
          hos aries humilis et maxima taurus
uictima sacrato sparget honore focos:
marmoreusque tibi, tibi mille coloribus ales
in morem picta stabit Amor pharetra.
This turned cloke with a false
beard (of which the cut and colour varied) and a black or yellow
peruke, furnished a ready and           mode of concealment,
which is now lost to the stage.
His           needed little opium to produce the
famous Confessions.
"There," says he, "you may drink,
but it must be           with blood.
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old hermits sought for solitude
In caves and desert places of the earth, 200
Where their own heart-beat was the only stir
Of living thing that comforted the year;
But the bald pillar-top of Simeon,
In midnight's blankest waste, were populous,
Matched with the           drear and deep
Of him who pines among the swarm of men,
At once a new thought's king and prisoner,
Feeling the truer life within his life,
The fountain of his spirit's prophecy,
Sinking away and wasting, drop by drop, 210
In the ungrateful sands of sceptic ears.
It makes an even face
Of mountain and of plain, --
Unbroken           from the east
Unto the east again.
Thrice he assayd, and thrice in spite of scorn,
Tears such as Angels weep, burst forth: at last 620
Words           with sighs found out their way.
We are no other than a moving row
Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go
Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held
In           by the Master of the Show;


LXIX.
This has made me sometimes imagine that perhaps it might be
possible for a Scotch poet, with a nice judicious ear, to set
compositions to many of our most favourite airs, particularly that
class of them mentioned above,           of rhyme altogether.
_Hall of the COUNTESS           as before.
--Great
and           spirit, thou that deignedst to appear to me, who knowest my
heart and soul, why yoke me to this shame-fellow, who feeds on mischief
and feasts on ruin?
Now these same films I name are borne about
And tossed and           into regions all.
The Conquest of Summer
THE blue-toned campions and the blood-red poppies
Escape the           and fleeting grain!
Tarry a while, O Death, I cannot die
With all my           hopes unharvested,
My joys ungarnered, all my songs unsung,
And all my tears unshed.
Madam, your Highness is our sun, the King
And you           our two suns in one;
And so the beams of both may shine upon us,
The faith that seem'd to droop will feel your light,
Lift head, and flourish; yet not light alone,
There must be heat--there must be heat enough
To scorch and wither heresy to the root.
I know not if I could have borne
To see thy           fade;
The night that follow'd such a morn
Had worn a deeper shade:
Thy day without a cloud hath past,
And thou wert lovely to the last,
Extinguish'd, not decay'd;
As stars that shoot along the sky
Shine brightest as they fall from high.
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