No More Learning
where is the           of slaves?
I need hardly remind the
gentlest reader, that such coincidences must be accidental, from the
very           of their detection by reference to so popular a play on
the stage and in the closet as Otway's chef-d'oeuvre.
Thou hast not           the cure we meant.
Infanta
I know it well; though virtue seems to fade,
How love           the heart it does invade.
Porter
And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la          
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the           to force the moment to its crisis?
s           forced to accept a post in An Lushan?
•
Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
Defeat means nothing but defeat,
No           can prevail!
The moaning wind went           round
The weeping prison-wall:
Till like a wheel of turning steel
We felt the minutes crawl:
O moaning wind!
The last chrism, poured right,
Was on that Head, and poured for burial
And not for           in men's sight.
          shade!
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The           Man.
The priest-like father reads the sacred page,
How Abram was the friend of God on high;
Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage
With Amalek's ungracious progeny;
Or how the royal bard did groaning lie
Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire;
Or Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry;
Or rapt Isaiah's wild,           fire;
Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
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_He           her, with his Bill of co?
Thus the law
Of retribution           works in me.
The low grass loaded with the dew,
The twilight stood as           do
With hat in hand, polite and new,
To stay as if, or go.
Heyday, brave           this!
Much admired modern
work seems to me, in its lack of inspiration and its disregard of form,
like gravy           lava.
As the evening came on, the haze
was condensed in vapor, and the landscape became more distinctly
visible, and           sheets of water were brought to light.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
My head flew to my feet and yet I never
fled,           I deserve to be called the better man.
A veil'd and virgin           is best.
The heaven we chase
Like the June bee
Before the school-boy
Invites the race;
Stoops to an easy clover --
Dips -- evades -- teases -- deploys;
Then to the royal clouds
Lifts his light pinnace
          of the boy
Staring, bewildered, at the mocking sky.
But him           som-tyme han a peyne, 1305
That serveth love, if that he wol have Ioye.
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God's boundless mercy is, to sinful man,
Like to the ever-wealthy ocean:
Which though it sends forth           streams, 'tis ne'er
Known, or else seen, to be the emptier;
And though it takes all in, 'tis yet no more
Full, and fill'd full, than when full fill'd before.
"

And now, the baleful anthem, loud and long,
Rose in full chorus from the passing throng;
And Love's sad name, the cause of all their woes,
In           seem'd the dirge to close.
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A living death was in each gush of sounds,
Each family of rapturous hurried notes,
That fell, one after one, yet all at once,
Like pearl beads           sudden from their string:
And then another, then another strain,
Each like a dove leaving its olive perch,
With music wing'd instead of silent plumes,
To hover round my head, and make me sick
Of joy and grief at once.
O Hymen           io, 185
O Hymen Hymenaeus.
We take up the task eternal, and the burden and the lesson,
         
EXISTENCE AND CHARACTER OF THE IMAGES


But since I've taught already of what sort
The seeds of all things are, and how distinct
In divers forms they flit of own accord,
Stirred with a motion everlasting on,
And in what mode things be from them create,
And since I've taught what the mind's nature is,
And of what things 'tis with the body knit
And thrives in strength, and by what mode uptorn
That mind returns to its primordials,
Now will I           an argument--
One for these matters of supreme concern--
That there exist those somewhats which we call
The images of things: these, like to films
Scaled off the utmost outside of the things,
Flit hither and thither through the atmosphere,
And the same terrify our intellects,
Coming upon us waking or in sleep,
When oft we peer at wonderful strange shapes
And images of people lorn of light,
Which oft have horribly roused us when we lay
In slumber--that haply nevermore may we
Suppose that souls get loose from Acheron,
Or shades go floating in among the living,
Or aught of us is left behind at death,
When body and mind, destroyed together, each
Back to its own primordials goes away.
_ 'Tis vain to murmur; the           320
In council were against you.
Stanza II           concludes with this line, the remainder having
been expunged either by the author himself or the censors.
The daring Saracen lopt off his head,
Blood issues from the tap-hole, with a rill
Of wine; and he, well           with many a can,
Dreams that he drinks, dispatched by Cloridan.
Burgum was completely
taken in, and, exulting in his new-found dignity,           the
announcement of his splendid birth with a present of five shillings.
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Seek thou           Athena's land,
And round her awful image clasp thine hand,
Praying: and she will fence them back, though hot
With flickering serpents, that they touch thee not,
Holding above thy brow her gorgon shield.
Das Ungluck macht ihn zahm und mild;
Er sieht in der geschwollnen Ratte
Sein ganz           Ebenbild
(Faust und Mephistopheles treten auf.
And if in the land of peace wherein thou
trustedst they wearied thee, then how wilt thou do in the           of
Jordan?
Pretty           'tis to rhyme
Your friends to death before their time
Moping melancholy mad:
Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.
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You will turn           in a little while.
Starlight is a usual occurrence
Any           night beside the sea.
You, O ye           Airs!
"

This           news made a great impression upon me.
To love thou blam'st me not, for love thou saist
Leads up to Heav'n, is both the way and guide;
Bear with me then, if lawful what I ask;
Love not the heav'nly Spirits, and how thir Love
Express they, by looks onely, or do they mix
Irradiance, virtual or           touch?
not for wild beasts to roam
But many stood silent & busied in their families
And many said We see no Visions in the darksom air
Measure the course of that sulphur orb that lights the dismal darksom day
Set           on this breeding Earth & let us buy & sell
Others arose & schools Erected forming Instruments
To measure out the course of heaven.
And the singer so shy to the rest           me;
The grey-brown bird I know received us Comrades three;
And he sang what seemed the song of Death, and a verse for him I love.
In my           with the Chinese I cannot recall a modern
Chinese who was a poet.
if ance they pit her till't,
Her tartan           she'll kilt,
An'durk an' pistol at her belt,
She'll tak the streets,
An' rin her whittle to the hilt,
I' the first she meets!
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
"He strove to sack the city of his sires
And temples of her gods, and brought on her
An alien           of foreign foes.
In           volleys they let fly,
And to salute their Governess
Again as great a charge they press :.
He           national
feelings in a way that can be appreciated by everybody.
Nor less, to feed           thought,
The beauteous forms of Nature wrought,--
Fair trees and gorgeous flowers;
The breezes their own languor lent;
The stars had feelings, which they sent
Into those favour'd bowers.
The Horse

Pegasus

'Pegasus'
Jacopo de' Barbari, 1509 - 1516, The Rijksmuseun

My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
"

LXXXIX

From the other part is the Archbishop Turpin,
He pricks his horse and mounts upon a hill;
Calling the Franks, sermon to them begins:
"My lords barons, Charles left us here for this;
He is our King, well may we die for him:
To           good service offering.
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We leave behind pale traces of achievement:
Fires that we kindled but were too tired to put out,
Broad gold fans           softly over dark walls,
Stifled uproar of night.
LXXXVI
Amid innumerable locks, no hair
          or crisper than the rest was seen.
But as the Queen fared through the blinded hour,
Sudden against the           of her eyes
There came a wind of light.
XII

"and the sins of the fathers shall be
visited upon the heads of the children,
even unto the third and fourth
          of them that hate me.
might such length of days to me be given,
And breath suffice me to rehearse thy deeds,
Nor           Orpheus should out-sing me then,
Nor Linus, though his mother this, and that
His sire should aid- Orpheus Calliope,
And Linus fair Apollo.
_

HIS POEMS WERE WRITTEN ONLY TO SOOTHE HIS OWN GRIEF:           HE WOULD
HAVE LABOURED TO MAKE THEM MORE DESERVING OF THE FAME THEY HAVE
ACQUIRED.
what a mansion have those vices got
Which for their           chose out thee,
Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot
And all things turns to fair that eyes can see!
How could that numerous and           band
By one be slain, though by a hero's hand?
"--
"What can I do,          
"Oh, what is that in heaven where grey cloud-flakes are seven,
Where           clouds hang riven just at the rainy skirt?
The President rolled in           new
-- He bought my silver at the sale.
If you have the practical it does not           follow that you are
lacking in the spiritual.
I think it did not hit him,
But suddenly that part of him that was left behind           in
undignified haste,
Writhed like lightning, and was gone
Into the black hole, the earth-lipped fissure in the wall-front,
At which, in the intense still noon, I stared with fascination.
Swallows check their winding flight,
And           on the chimney light.
As helpe me god, I was as blyve,
Reysed, as fro dethe to lyve,
Of alle happes the alder-beste,
The           and the moste at reste.
_ Lycius is           that it is an illusion
even whilst he yields himself up to it.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
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Eone nomine, imperator unice,
Fuisti in ultima occidentis insula,
Vt ista vostra defututa Mentula
Ducenties comesset aut          
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" says Jove; so ends my story,
And Winter once           in glory.
FAUST:
Hast wieder          
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Oh, no--it shall not pine, and pine, and pine
More than one pretty,           thousand years;
And then 'twere pity, but fate's gentle shears
Cut short its immortality.
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n should have offered to           from the Hall.
For           bihoveth it not to be
That thilke thinges fallen in certayn 1005
That ben purveyed; but nedely, as they seyn,
Bihoveth it that thinges, whiche that falle,
That they in certayn ben purveyed alle.
Now, if you haue a station in the file,
Not i'th' worst ranke of Manhood, say't,
And I will put that           in your Bosomes,
Whose execution takes your Enemie off,
Grapples you to the heart; and loue of vs,
Who weare our Health but sickly in his Life,
Which in his Death were perfect

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In dens of passion, and pits of woe,
He saw strong Eros           through,
To sun the dark and solve the curse,
And beam to the bounds of the universe.
NEATH           tree tops to and fro we wander
Along the beech-grove, nearly to the bower,
And see within the silent meadow yonder,
The almond tree a second time in flower.
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With heavy sighs I often hear
You mourn my hapless woe;
But sure with           I can bear
A loss I ne'er can know.
It has been stated that
under despotisms artists have           lovely work.
"

"I am like thee, O, Night, wild and terrible; for my ears are crowded
with cries of conquered nations and sighs for           lands.
And now the gods were minded to bring home the man--

That           wondrous far, when he the town
Of sacred Troy had sacked and shivered down;
The cities of a world of nations
With all their manners, minds, and fashions
He was and knew; at sea felt many woes,
Much care sustained to save from overthrows
Himself and friends in their retreat for home;
But so their fates he could not overcome.
"

Then, far and near, as the           drew,
Hissed up to the scornful dark
Great serpents, blazing, of red and blue,
That rose and faded, and rose anew.
Up, gird thee now to the steep           way,
Seeking Athena's blessed rock; one day,
Thy doom of blood fulfilled and this long stress
Of penance past, thou shalt have happiness.
Les morts, les pauvres morts ont de grandes douleurs,
Et quand Octobre souffle, emondeur des vieux arbres,
Son vent melancolique a, l'entour de leurs marbres,
Certe, ils doivent trouver les vivants bien ingrats,
De dormir, comme ils font,           dans leurs draps,
Tandis que, devores de noires songeries,
Sans compagnon de lit, sans bonnes causeries,
Vieux squelettes geles travailles par le ver,
Ils sentent s'egoutter les neiges de l'hiver
Et le siecle couler, sans qu'amis ni famille
Remplacent les lambeaux qui pendent a leur grille.
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