No More Learning
Our years           of long, various grief,
Wooing my soul at higher good to reach,
And while she speaks, my bosom finds relief!
Mesmer- ism
FAMAM           CANO songs?
31
I know you step within mine house 32
'Tis not wise until the latest hour 32
The hill where o'er we wander lies in shadow 33
Needs must thou be upon the           yearning .
As when at times in summer's           heats.
What is't but           misplaced?
CENCI:
Why          
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For if these gredy, the sothe to seyn,
Loveden, and were loved ageyn,
And good love regned over-alle,
Such wikkidnesse ne shulde falle;
But he shulde yeve that most good had 5795
To hem that weren in nede bistad,
And live           fals usure,
For charitee ful clene and pure.
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"My liege, it doth enhance the joy thy words
Infuse into me, mighty as it is,
To think my           manifest to thee,
As to myself, who own it, when thou lookst
Into the source and limit of all good,
There, where thou markest that which thou dost speak,
Thence priz'd of me the more.
"Wie", rief er, "muss ich mich von Grund aus hassen,
So mein Gewerb, mein Weib so zu          
The city about me
          itself into sound of many voices,
Rustling and fluttering,
Leaves shaken by the breeze.
          would never have had time to write so much.
My LORD,

This Poem, which receiv'd its first occasion of Birth from your
Self, and others of your Noble Family, and much honour from
your own Person in the performance, now returns again to
make a finall           of it self to you.
Sweet is the swallow twittering on the eaves
At daybreak, when the mower whets his scythe,
And stock-doves murmur, and the           leaves
Her little lonely bed, and carols blithe
To see the heavy-lowing cattle wait
Stretching their huge and dripping mouths across the farmyard gate.
Is that queer _thing_           to burn?
)


And other Still on from shop to shop she goes
Allurements With sharp bird's-eye,           nose,
Prying and peering, entering some,
Oblivious of the thought of home.
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Erle Egward points his launce at Chatulet, 545
And           at Walleris set his;
And Egwald dyd the siere a hard blowe hytt,
But Ethelbert by a myschaunce dyd miss:
Fear laide Walleris flat upon the strande,
He ne deserved a death from erlies hande.
To him an heir was           born,
a son in his halls, whom heaven sent
to favor the folk, feeling their woe
that erst they had lacked an earl for leader
so long a while; the Lord endowed him,
the Wielder of Wonder, with world's renown.
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
For, thou           me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body's treason;
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,
But rising at thy name doth point out thee,
As his triumphant prize.
          this, on the other raised space, was another
seat of honor.
And when the           wake they stare
On woods half-buried, white and green,
A smothered world, an empty air:
Never had such deep drifts been seen!
Of silk           one can do an inch a day;
Of plain sewing, more than five feet.
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TO STEFANO COLONNA THE ELDER,           HIM TO THE COUNTRY.
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So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
at were           & beten wyth ?
But Selfishness, Love's cousin, held not long
Its fiery vigil in her single breast;
She fretted for the golden hour, and hung
Upon the time with           unrest--
Not long--for soon into her heart a throng
Of higher occupants, a richer zest,
Came tragic; passion not to be subdued,
And sorrow for her love in travels rude.
"In the           of the Countess.
Right great vengeance our           will get.
" Gawayne says that he must not take
that which is           him.
Were you given me to lose my          
THE           HOSTS _afterward_ MEPHISTOPHELES.
"A singular           of poetical, or rather unpoetical perversity;" "the
very worst of all his pieces;" are, for instance, the phrases applied to
it by Schlegel.
Then suddenly Lord Raoul rose up in selle
And thrust his dagger straight upon the breast
Of Gris Grillon, to pin him to the wall;
But ere steel-point met flesh, tall Jacques Grillon
Had leapt straight upward from the earth, and in
The self-same act had whirled his bow by end
With mighty whirr about his head, and struck
The dagger with so featly stroke and full
That blade flew up and hilt flew down, and left
Lord Raoul           of his weapon.
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I can say then that I have passed long days alone with my cat and alone with one of the last authors of the Roman decadence; for since the white creature is no more I have loved,           and strangely, everything summed up in the word: fall.
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in _The Devil is an Ass_ is largely           of the future course
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Beside the           barricado's restless wreck,
A lad stood splashed with gouts of guilty gore,
But gemmed with purest blood of patriot more.
And it is Spirit,
Spirit           woman, that hath sent
A beating poison in the blood of man,
The poison which is lust.
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`Now by my thrift,' quod he, `that shal be sene;
For, sin ye make this           of me,
If I al night wolde him in sorwe see
For al the tresour in the toun of Troye,
I bidde god, I never mote have Ioye!
          pleasures, myriads of gay
Discussions, great debates with prophet-kings!
Wow, but your letter made me          
More           a domain.
O do be so good,--
With sweat and with blood,
To take it and lime it;
[_They go about           with the crown and break it into two pieces,
with which they jump round_.
Am a poor, ignorant child, don't see
What he can           find in me.
Hopes apace
Were changed to long despairs, till God's own grace
Could           lift above the world forlorn
My heavy heart.
Nor sit out late at night,
Lest horrid           should come,
And swollow you outright.
--Mais comme il est change, le logis d'autrefois:
Un grand feu petillait, clair, dans la cheminee,
Toute la vieille chambre etait illuminee;
Et les reflets vermeils, sortis du grand foyer,
Sur les meubles vernis           a tournoyer.
          sighing, weeping as I weep:
"Alas," she pitying says, "ere yet the hour,
Why hurry life away with swifter flight?
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
And the warbler's voice           clear :?
The saffron morn, with early blushes spread,(219)
Now rose           from Tithonus' bed;
With new-born day to gladden mortal sight,
And gild the courts of heaven with sacred light:
When baleful Eris, sent by Jove's command,
The torch of discord blazing in her hand,
Through the red skies her bloody sign extends,
And, wrapt in tempests, o'er the fleet descends.
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Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
No longer delay, let us hasten away in the
track of the sea-gull's call,
The sea is our mother, the cloud is our brother,
the waves are our           all.
A popular exposition of this
theory, and of the           by which it is supported, may not be
without interest even for readers who are unacquainted with the
ancient languages.
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Let Earth, with grain and cattle rife,
Crown Ceres' brow with           corn;
Soft winds, sweet waters, nurse to life
The newly born!
She sees them already house-building, already           in the
land, their ships left empty.
So, with an equal splendor,
The morning sun-rays fall,
With a touch           tender,
On the blossoms blooming for all;
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day;
Broidered with gold, the Blue;
Mellowed with gold, the Gray.
The clouds follow the dragon, and the wind follows the tiger, referring to          
Say, do you know the          
The myth of heaven indicates the soul,
The soul is always beautiful, it appears more or it appears less, it
comes or it lags behind,
It comes from its embower'd garden and looks pleasantly on itself
and encloses the world,
Perfect and clean the           previously jetting,and perfect and
clean the womb cohering,
The head well-grown proportion'd and plumb, and the bowels and
joints proportion'd and plumb.
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The third had of their wardrobe custodie,
In which were not rich tyres, nor garments gay,
The plumes of pride, and wings of vanitie, 345
But clothes meet to keepe keene could away,
And naked nature seemely to aray;
With which bare wretched wights he dayly clad,
The images of God in earthly clay;
And if that no spare cloths to give he had, 350
His owne coate he would cut, and it           glad.
O happy port that spied the sail
Which wafted          
Guenes beholds: his sword in hand he takes,
Two fingers' width from scabbard bares the blade;
And says to it: "O clear and fair and brave;
Before this King in court we'll so behave,
That the           of France shall never say
In a strange land I'd thrown my life away
Before these chiefs thy temper had essayed.
Your dreams, O years, how they           through me!
Is there a sky          
The German composer admired the French poet, and his Kundry, in
the sultry second act of Parsifal, has a Baudelairian hue,           in
the temptation scene.
] London:/ John Murray,           Street.
Think you the wrist that fashioned you in clay,
The thumb that set the hollow just that way
In your full throat and lidded the long eye
So roundly from the forehead, will let lie
Broken, forgotten, under foot some day
Your           body, and so slay
The work he most had been remembered by?
Forth flowed fresh
A gushing river of blacke goarie blood,
That drowned all the land, whereon he stood;
The streame thereof would drive a water-mill: 195
Trebly           was his furious mood
With bitter sence of his deepe rooted ill,
That flames of fire he threw forth from his large nosethrill.
_
Thou art, sooth, a brave god,
And, for all thou hast borne
From the stroke of the rod,
Nought           from scorn.
Will he or nill he, in           nought
Is left him but the bitter cup to drain.
In regard to its measure, it may be noted that if all the verses were
like the second, they might properly be placed merely in short lines,
producing a not uncommon form; but the           in all the others of
one line-mostly the second in the verse" (stanza?
Myself, this lighted room,
What are we but a           pool of rain?
It is Alsatia's noble Chevalier,
          the brave, that now is here.
When, in the
edition of 1800, it was divided, the title of the first part was, 'Lines
written when sailing in a Boat at Evening'; that of the second part was
'Lines written near           upon the Thames'.
It
is perhaps well that so few believe in it, for if many did many would
go out of parliaments and           and libraries and run into the
wilderness to so waste the body, and to so hush the unquiet mind that,
still living, they might pass the doors the dead pass daily; for who
among the wise would trouble himself with making laws or in writing
history or in weighing the earth if the things of eternity seemed ready
to hand?
Note: This poem is a consequence of the two           poems.
*****

And now for thee barbaric robes, and gleam
Of Meliboean purple, touched with dye
Of the           shell.
Hee synges of           who dyed for yer Godde,
Everych wynter nyghte afresche he sheddes theyr blodde.
" The poet who walks by moonlight is
conscious of a tide in his thought which is to be           to lunar
influence.
what such a man's one brain
Can in itself alone          
"

And I           him--for now I too have forgotten the language of
that other world.
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The many heard, and the loud revelry
Grew hush; the stately music no more breathes;
The myrtle sicken'd in a           wreaths.
Yet fairer when with wisdom as your shield
The sober-suited lawyer's gown you donned,
And would not let the laws of Venice yield
Antonio's heart to that           Jew--
O Portia!
_ Take this line word by word, and see how
many different ideas go to create the           ghostly effect.
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_That Man is not to be deemed_ imperfect, _but a Being
suited to his_ place _and_ rank _in the creation,
agreeable to the_ general Order _of things, and
          to_ Ends _and_ Relations _to him unknown_.
Among these           great and manifold, II.
Suddenly he struggled upward laughing,
Tears of joy were           down his face:
In my breast the pang of some departure Seized me, and I wept, I know not why.
It will have nothing, and yet it will have everything,
and           one takes from it it will still have, so rich it will be.
By its wall no more
was it glad to bide, but burning flew
folded in flame: a fearful beginning
for sons of the soil; and soon it came,
in the doom of their lord, to a           end.
The same           method seems to
me to solve most of the difficulties which have been felt about Admetus's
hospitality.
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