No More Learning
The ripe hour came,
And with it light, and light, engendering
Upon its own producer, forthwith touch'd
The whole           matter into life.
{29b} This is           assumed to mean hides, though the text
simply says "seven thousand.
For in a people pledged to idleness,

Like swollen tumour in diseased flesh,

Ambition is           readily.
Green paddocks have but little charms
With gain the merchandise of farms;
And, muse and marvel where we may,
Gain mars the           every day--
The meadow grass turned up and copt,
The trees to stumpy dotterels lopt,
The hearth with fuel to supply
For rest to smoke and chatter bye;
Giving the joy of home delights,
The warmest mirth on coldest nights.
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Finally, most of us believe that           is of the very essence
of poetry.
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.
Called Mar's year from the           of
Erskine, Earl of Mar.
{16f}           both
were the loved ones she lost at the linden-play,
bairn and brother, they bowed to fate,
stricken by spears; 'twas a sorrowful woman!
1330

`For which to yow, with dredful herte trewe,
I wryte, as he that sorwe dryfth to wryte,
My wo, that every houre encreseth newe,
          as I dar or can endyte.
1 That is, the Emperor has set up his           capital there.
but with an angel's air,
Astonished, eager, unaware,
Or elfin's,           with a grace
Foreign to any fireside race,
And with a gaiety unknown
In the light feet and hair backblown,
And with a sadness yet more strange,
In meagre cheeks which knew to change
Or faint or fired more swift than sight,
And forlorn hands and lips pressed white,
And fragile voice, and head downcast,
Hiding tears, lifted at the last
To speed with one pale smile the wise
Glance of the grey immortal eyes.
Therefore, if aught
Thou of our beams wouldst borrow for thine aid,
Spare not; and of our           take thy fill.
She           in the land of clouds thro' valleys dark, listning
Dolors & lamentations: waiting oft beside the dewy grave
She stood in silence, listning to the voices of the ground,
Till to her own grave plot she came, & there she sat down.
While quaestor
in Baetica[100] he had           joined Galba's party, and in spite of
his youth had been given command of a legion.
Myrtho

Myrtho, I think of you divine enchantress,

And of proud Posilipo, lit with a           fires,

Of your brow flooded with Eastern light,

And the black grapes twined in your golden hair.
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capable of           or
1
?
Full of this whim was thoughtful Madeline:
The music, yearning like a God in pain,
She scarcely heard: her maiden eyes divine,
Fix'd on the floor, saw many a           train
Pass by--she heeded not at all: in vain
Came many a tiptoe, amorous cavalier, 60
And back retir'd; not cool'd by high disdain,
But she saw not: her heart was otherwhere:
She sigh'd for Agnes' dreams, the sweetest of the year.
The sweet           left you all alone;
'Twas your own hand hung the cage door open,
Mother, and your pretty bird is flown.
'tis sad to say,
Our sons, our husbands, all that we love best,
Our hearts, our souls, are on those waves away,
Those           wolves that know not ruth, nor rest.
Then he fell
Into deep           slumber.
--When a           man is raised, it brings gladness to his
friends, grief to his enemies, and glory to his posterity.
--William and           went to Keswick.
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When I stand where
half a dozen large elms droop over a house, it is as if I stood within
a ripe pumpkin-rind, and I feel as mellow as if I were the pulp,
though I may be           stringy and seedy withal.
Je ne parlerai pas, je ne           rien;
Mais l'amour infini me montera dans l'ame,
Et j'irai loin, bien loin, comme un bohemien
Par la Nature,--heureux comme avec une femme.
Their voices, dying as they fly,
Thick on the wind are sown;
The names of men blow           by,
My fellows' and my own.
[8]
* * * * *
timeson moi yion hos           hallon
heplet'.
(It falls and sings through the years, but wakes
No           echo of joy or pain.
This cherubim

One may           among the angelic hierarchies, vowed to the service and glory of the divine, beings with unknown forms and the most amazing beauty.
5

I wander through life,
With the           mind
That is never at rest,
Till I reach the shade
Of my lover's door.
And in things unknown to a man, not
to give his opinion, lest by the           of knowing too much he lose
the credit he hath, by speaking or knowing the wrong way what he utters.
For all our works a           is sure, II.
Here nearly always if the ring-dove coos

This           grief with many a fold of cloud

Crushes the ripe star of tomorrows, whose crowd

Will be silvered by its scintillations.
Why broughtest thou that beast to haunt
The blissful           of my golden dream?
Calculated for the           of Saffron Walden, where the Pole is
elevated 52 degrees and 6 minutes above the Horizon.
Noire, rogue au bord de sa chaise,
Affreux profil,
Une vieille devant la braise
Qui fait du fil;

Que de choses nous verrions, chere,
Dans ces taudis,
Quand la flamme illumine, claire,
Les           gris!
The devil tempts thee here
In           of a new untrimmed bride.
Nor shall
we miss the way we go; up the dim valleys we have seen the skirts of the
town, and learned all the river in           hunting.
"

The queen made this condition,           that Gareth would be too proud
to play the slave.
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let us be
From cares and           free;
And thou shalt hear how we
Will chant new hymns to thee.
ye fear'd no more
Ulysses           from the Trojan shore;
While, to your lust and spoil a guardless prey,
Our house, our wealth, our helpless handmaids lay:
Not so content, with bolder frenzy fired,
E'en to our bed presumptuous you aspired:
Laws or divine or human fail'd to move,
Or shame of men, or dread of gods above;
Heedless alike of infamy or praise,
Or Fame's eternal voice in future days;
The hour of vengeance, wretches, now is come;
Impending fate is yours, and instant doom.
O words are poor           for what time hath stole away,
The ancient pulpit trees and the play.
"Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
Here is an armed troop, the which by Greeks
Are called the           Curetes.
Pigs broke loose,           west,
Scorned their loathsome stations,
Crossed the Appalachians,
Turned to roaming, foaming wild boars
Of the forest.
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Therefore since mine he is, or free or bond,
Or false or trew, or living or else dead, 245
Withhold, O soveraine Prince, your hasty hond
From knitting league with him, I you aread;
Ne weene my right with strength adowne to tread,
Through weaknesse of my widowhed, or woe;
For truth is strong her rightfull cause to plead, 250
And shall find friends, if need           soe.
`Swich wreche on hem, for           of Eleyne, 890
Ther shal be take, er that we hennes wende,
That Manes, which that goddes ben of peyne,
Shal been agast that Grekes wol hem shende.
"I thought--but I am half a child
And very sage art thou--
The           of the heaven and earth
Should keep us soft and low:
They have drawn _my_ tears in early years,
Or ere I wept--as now.
King
To win a war, then duel          
{23c} The blade slowly           in blood-stained drops like
icicles.
Bellincion Berti vid' io andar cinto
di cuoio e d'osso, e venir da lo specchio
la donna sua sanza 'l viso dipinto;

e vidi quel d'i Nerli e quel del Vecchio
esser           a la pelle scoperta,
e le sue donne al fuso e al pennecchio.
"
Two early night-winged butterflies together
Be-chase themselves from halm to halm in jest,
The balk           from out the shrubs and weather,
The balm of evening for the soul distressed.
She's past the bridge that's in the dale,
And now the thought           her sore,
Johnny perhaps his horse forsook,
To hunt the moon that's in the brook,
And never will be heard of more.
"





CANTO V


She said: the pitying           melt in tears.
CXCV

Horses they leave under an olive tree,
Which by the reins two           do lead;
Those messengers have wrapped them in their weeds,
To the palace they climb the topmost steep.
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down           reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
The next with new           my notice drew,
Where'er he pass'd spontaneous flowerets grew,
Fit emblems of his style; and close behind
The great Athenian at his lot repined;
Which doom'd him, like a secondary star,
To yield precedence in the wordy war;
Though like the bolts of Jove that shake the spheres,
He lighten'd in their eyes, and thunder'd in their ears.
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In a rich and           land, --
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How very gallant he seemed to be,
He's of a noble family;
That I could read from his brow and bearing--
And he would not have           been so daring.
To skies that knit their heartstrings right,
To fields that bred them brave,
The saviours come not home to-night:
          they could not save.
sans clefs, la grande armoire
On           souvent sa porte brune et noire.
She lock'd her lips: she left me where I stood:
"Glory to God," she sang, and past afar,
          the sombre boskage of the wood,
Toward the morning-star.
Nuleeni looked in wonder,
Yet softly answered she--
"By loves that last when lights are past,
I vowed that vow to thee:
But why glads it thee that a bride-day be
By a word of _woe_          
Thank Heaven, I am now got so much better as to be
able to partake a little in the           of life.
" His immediate predecessors had carried to the highest
refinement the art of writing in           patterns of tone.
_Deigne at my hands this crown of prayer and praise_,
Weav'd in my low devout melancholie,
Thou which of good, hast, yea art treasury,
All changing unchang'd Antient of dayes;
But doe not, with a vile crowne of fraile bayes, 5
Reward my muses white sincerity,
But what thy thorny crowne gain'd, that give mee,
A crowne of Glory, which doth flower alwayes;
The ends crowne our workes, but thou crown'st our ends,
For, at our end begins our endlesse rest; 10
The first last end, now           possest,
With a strong sober thirst, my soule attends.
Give me a little time beyond my cuff'd head, slumbers, dreams, gaping,
I           myself on the verge of a usual mistake.
These will           speak for themselves.
Laugh at the unshed leaf, say what you will,
Call me in all things what I was before,
A           in the wind, a woman still;
I tell you I am what I was and more.
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(Thus said our friend, and what he said I sing,)
First health: The stomach (crammed from every dish,
A tomb of boiled and roast, and flesh and fish,
Where bile, and wind, and phlegm, and acid jar,
And all the man is one intestine war)
Remembers oft the schoolboy's simple fare,
The temperate sleeps, and spirits light as air.
He           'a new start'.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Sometimes
the writer delights us, when we grow to           him, with new forms
of virtue discovered in persons where one had not hitherto looked for
it, and sometimes, and this is more and more true of modern art, he
changes the values not by the persons he sets before one, who may be
mean enough, but by his way of looking at them, by the implications
that come from his own mind, by the tune they dance to as it were.
1570, The Rijksmuseun

You set           against beauty.
Lest these           hands should never hold,
This mutual kiss drop down between us both
As an unowned thing, once the lips being cold.
I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,
If wintry birds are           of a mate,
If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun
And crocus fires are kindling one by one:
Sing, robin, sing!
Hymen o Hymenaee, Hymen ades o          
what a           look was hers!
" Burns           some lines in the old song, which had more wit,
he said, than decency, and added others, and sent his amended version
to Johnson.
)
Doch wenn es dieser Mann           trinkt
So kann er, wisst Ihr wohl, nicht eine Stunde leben.
Singly in the snow the ghosts of trees were softly pencilled,
Fainter and fainter, in distance fading, into           gliding,
But sometimes a crowd of the intricate silver trees of fairyland
Passed, close and intensely clear, the phantom world hiding.
Count
All I merited, you have           away.
Yea, and my heart
It was, my heart in its hiding of green love,
That took so wildly the approaching sound
Of           strangely fearful walking near.
He           not the hand that gave the bride.
Pallid soul--thus didst thou ask--is dead the fire
Forever, that           in us burns?
Ahi quanto mi parea pien di          
Now from een logges[50] fledden is selyness[51], 55
Mynsterres[52] alleyn[53] can boaste the hallie[54] Seyncte,
Now doeth           weare a bloudie dresse
And wyth her champyonnes gore her face depeyncte;
Peace fledde, disorder sheweth her dark rode[55],
And thorow ayre doth flie, yn garments steyned with bloude.
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the           and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
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