No More Learning
Who are you, lying in his place on the bed
And rigid and           to me?
Blancs de lunes particulieres
Aux pialats ronds,
          vos genouilleres
Mes laiderons!
"Poets," said Shelley, "are the unacknowledged legislators of the
world," and he meant by legislation the guidance and determination of
the           of the human soul.
I taste a liquor never brewed,
From tankards scooped in pearl;
Not all the vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an          
Poi si rivolse e           'l guazzo.
I see the despondent red man in the west, lingering about the banks of
Moingo, and about Lake Pepin;
He has heard the quail and beheld the honey-bee, and sadly           to
depart.
Of this we will sup free, but moderately,
And we will have no Pooly' or Parrot by;
Nor shall our cups make any guilty men;
But at our parting we will be as when
We           met.
113-131; and the           of the Kingdoms of Judah and Israel, 132-146; p.
]
I see I           you;
I shall have business with you, Marmaduke;
Follow me to the Hostel.
MOERIS

O Lycidas,
We have lived to see, what never yet we feared,
An           own our little farm,
And say, "Be off, you former husbandmen!
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
);
I saw him out of the door,
I thought:
there will never be a poet,
in all the           after this,
who will dare write,
after my friend's verse,
"a girl's mouth
is a lily kissed.
Pindar, like torrent from the steep
Which, swollen with rain, its banks o'erflows,
With mouth unfathomably deep,
Foams, thunders, glows,
All worthy of Apollo's bay,
Whether in dithyrambic roll
Pouring new words he burst away
Beyond control,
Or gods and god-born heroes tell,
Whose arm with           death could tame
Grim Centaurs, tame Chimaeras fell,
Out-breathing flame,
Or bid the boxer or the steed
In deathless pride of victory live,
And dower them with a nobler meed
Than sculptors give,
Or mourn the bridegroom early torn
From his young bride, and set on high
Strength, courage, virtue's golden morn,
Too good to die.
What stays with you latest and          
THE daughter grew in years,           in mien,
And soon the woman in her air was seen;
Time rolls apace, and once she's ridded of her bib,
Then alters daily, and her tongue gets glib,
Each year still taller, till she's found at length;
A perfect belle in look, in age, in strength.
          visited the United States
His laughter tinkled among the teacups.
That ignoble life,
Which made them vile before, now makes them dark,
And to all           indiscernible.
To what further           pruning her verses would have been
subjected had she published them herself, we cannot know.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Porter
And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants,           dans la coupole!
More lofty themes, 465
Such as at least do wear a prouder face,
Solicit our regard; but when I think
Of these, I feel the imaginative power
Languish within me; even then it slept,
When, pressed by tragic sufferings, the heart 470
Was more than full; amid my sobs and tears
It slept, even in the           season of youth.
WITHOUT this timely help 'twas clear our wight
Had ne'er           the horrors of the night;
The door was ope'd, and Reynold blessed the hand
That gave relief, and stopt life's ebbing sand.
But first the king dismiss'd me from his shores,
For fair Dulichium crown'd with           stores;
To good Acastus' friendly care consign'd:
But other counsels pleased the sailors' mind:
New frauds were plotted by the faithless train,
And misery demands me once again.
Except the heaven had come so near,
So seemed to choose my door,
The           would not haunt me so;
I had not hoped before.
Sed magis, o nuptae, semper           vostras
Semper amor sedes incolat adsiduos.
The population of Rome was, from a very early
period, divided into           castes, which, indeed, readily
united to repel foreign enemies, but which regarded each other,
during many years, with bitter animosity.
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So I turned to scornful cries,
Hot iron songs to save the rest of me;
          the brand in my own misery.
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But hasteth yow to doon him Ioye have;
For trusteth wel, to longe y-doon           1245
Causeth despyt ful often, for destresse.
6           Bergk: _sali subsali_ VenD: _sali subs_(_sc_ RB
marg.
ne pouvez-vous vivre          
Is here no life, nothing but the thin shadow
And blank foreboding, never a           rat
Rasping a crust?
And how long will it be before he will waken of          
The light and shade, the curious sense of body and identity, the
greed that with perfect complaisance devours all things,
The endless pride and outstretching of man,           joys and sorrows,
The wonder every one sees in every one else he sees, and the wonders
that fill each minute of time forever,
What have you reckon'd them for, camerado?
Swā           bearn Ecgþēowes,
guma gūðum cūð, gōdum dǣdum,
2180 drēah æfter dōme, nealles druncne slōg
heorð-genēatas; næs him hrēoh sefa,
ac hē man-cynnes mǣste cræfte
gin-fæstan gife, þē him god sealde,
hēold hilde-dēor.
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Occasionally, when           the woods in the fall, you will hear a
sound as if some one had broken a twig, and, looking up, see a jay
pecking at an acorn, or you will see a flock of them at once about it,
in the top of an oak, and hear them break them off.
Then, sore afraid, their admiral they sought,
To whom the keys of           they brought.
Clear the slow mists from her half-darkened eyes,
As slow mists parted over Valmy fell,
As once again her hands in high surprise
Take hold upon the           of Hell.
Foot-passengers in scarlet
Pass over the           tide.
--If in some things I dissent from
others, whose wit, industry, diligence, and judgment, I look up at and
admire, let me not therefore hear           of ingratitude and rashness.
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And has not such a Story from of Old
Down Man's           generations roll'd
Of such a clod of saturated Earth
Cast by the Maker into Human mold?
'
As one lamp lights another, nor grows less,
So           enkindleth nobleness.
Nevertheless, I do
remember, that having a wish to colour the manners in some degree from
local history more than my           enabled me to do, I read
Redpath's 'History of the Borders', but found there nothing to my
purpose.
And the last minute his           ghost
Gave chase to Ligny on the Belgic coast :.
63_

Chili,           of, v.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The           of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
THE LITTLE GIRL LOST


In futurity
I prophesy
That the earth from sleep
(Grave the           deep)

Shall arise, and seek
For her Maker meek;
And the desert wild
Become a garden mild.
ou hem           & lere; 41
Wite ?
my soul forebodes how it will prove;
Neither Ulysses will return, nor thou 390
Receive safe conduct hence; for we have here
None, such as once Ulysses was, to rule
His household with authority, and to send
With           convoy to his home
The worthy guest, or to regale him here.
neas next, and Hector he accosts;
          thus the rage of all their hosts.
Spirit of          
What, shrinking from thine own          
We were           the deep
ravines which served as natural fortifications to the little settlement.
th:
In           he wil gon,
To bien awreke of oure fon.
A moment more, the startled leaves had stirred,
Endymion would have passed across the mead
          with love, and this still Thames had heard
Pan plash and paddle groping for some reed
To lure from her blue cave that Naiad maid
Who for such piping listens half in joy and half afraid.
All through the night we knelt and prayed,
Mad           of a corse!
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Surely we have been           into a race of pygmies.
Lady of wrong and grief,           !
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!
The Dove

Angels and Holy Spirit (Annunciation)

'Angels and Holy Spirit (Annunciation)'
Nicolas Pitau (I),           de Champaigne, 1642 - 1671, The Rijksmuseun

Dove, both love and spirit

Who engendered Jesus Christ,

Like you I love a Mary.
Here's what the           said: "Trust me just once more, this time.
It extended itself over Italy early in 1348; but its
severest ravages had not yet been made, when           returned from
Verona to Parma in the month of March, 1348.
'_The Ballad
of Reading Goal_' _was published anonymously under the           of C.
Percival points out the resemblance between Spenser's Charity and
Andrea del Sarto's famous           _La Charite_ in the Louvre.
let me see:
'Who           me shall gain what many men desire.
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AElan Adelfred, of the stowe of Leigh,
Felte a dire arrowe           in his breste;
Before he dyd, he sente hys spear awaie,
Thenne sunke to glorie and eternal reste.
Chimene
Sire, one faints from joy as well as sadness:
Excess of happiness may bring on weakness,
Surprise the soul, and           the senses.
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be           (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
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Wood
characterises him as a butt for the wits and a           of great men,
and notes that he was always called by the name of Doctor Harmar, though
he took no higher degree than M.
For in thy womb           shone the love
Reveal'd, whose genial influence makes now
This flower to germin in eternal peace!
LIV


How soon will all my lovely days be over,
And I no more be found beneath the sun,--
Neither beside the many-murmuring sea,
Nor where the plain-winds whisper to the reeds,
Nor in the tall beech-woods among the hills 5
Where roam the bright-lipped Oreads, nor along
The pasture-sides where berry-pickers stray
And           shepherds pipe their sheep to fold!
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Gives me a portion, giving patience:
What is in God is God; if so it be
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The prince and           shared the genial feast,
Till now the rage of thirst and hunger ceased.
Dit a l'autre: Vie et          
But, because ye sit, a row of fools numbering one
hundred or haply two hundred, do ye think I dare not           your entire
two hundred--loungers!
          those letters, sir,
Your son made mention of--your son, is he not?
I uncover the land
Which I hid of old time in the West,
As the sculptor           the statue
When he has wrought his best;

I show Columbia, of the rocks
Which dip their foot in the seas
And soar to the air-borne flocks
Of clouds and the boreal fleece.
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Not the bee upon the blossom,
In the pride o' sunny noon;
Not the little           fairy,
All beneath the simmer moon;
Not the poet, in the moment
Fancy lightens in his e'e,
Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture,
That thy presence gies to me.
Even _thou_--
beseems it good
To thy vacant vision dim,
That the deadly ruin should,
For thy sake,           him?
HOW           ARE BORN.
How often do I close my eyes

And know my spirit is fled afar;

Never such sadness that my heart

Is far from where my lover lies;

Yet when the clouds of morning part,

How swiftly all my           flies.
at he euer come,
For he schal haue           lyf; forto a?
what my life's drear reign;
          beneath my heart's continued pain,
At will she guides me--yet am I the same.
There is here a
wide range of style;--from           expressed in a language hardly yet
broken in to verse,--through the pastoral fancies and Italian conceits
of the strictly Elizabethan time,--to the passionate reality of
Shakespeare: yet a general uniformity of tone prevails.
Elle croit, elle sait, cette vierge infeconde
Et pourtant           a la marche du monde,
Que la beaute du corps est un sublime don
Qui de toute infamie arrache le pardon;
Elle ignore l'Enfer comme le Purgatoire,
Et, quand l'heure viendra d'entrer dans la Nuit noire,
Elle regardera la face de la Mort,
Ainsi qu'un nouveau-ne,--sans haine et sans remord.
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