No More Learning
Throbbing
THIS throbbing shows what we abandoned,
Which through the vacant chamber wells,
Wherein our joys, in parting, beckoned,
No longer hour nor pathway tells 1
How oft in sleep we wander,          
For dark my mother was in eyes and hair,
And dark in hair and eyes am I; and dark
Was Gorlois, yea and dark was Uther too,
          to blackness; but this King is fair
Beyond the race of Britons and of men.
He
had stepped out of his place; he had not           at his office at the
proper time, and his dog-cart was not upon the public roads.
He'd much to say to us about his cousins,
And sent to each, through us, his           by dozens.
In the edition for
1831, however, this poem, its author's longest, was introduced by the
following twenty-nine lines, which have been omitted in--all subsequent
collections:

AL AARAAF

          star!
Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make,
And ev'n with Paradise devise the Snake:
For all the Sin           the Face of Man
Is blacken'd--Man's forgiveness give--and take!
IF you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As           do a fly.
_ Metaphor of a sea-shell giving an impression of
exquisite colour and           form.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this           these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
You would never believe how           I used to be of those confounded
Pagans.
_The new           calls all in doubt, &c.
I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step

Around a pile of mountains,
And, supercilious, peer
In           by the sides of roads;
And then a quarry pare

To fit its sides, and crawl between,
Complaining all the while
In horrid, hooting stanza;
Then chase itself down hill

And neigh like Boanerges;
Then, punctual as a star,
Stop -- docile and omnipotent --
At its own stable door.
but from the           Brotherhood of Eden John I c.
Have you not felt, I mean, a serious          
It's a           affair

Is Saint Valentine's Day!
Rend hearts and rend not           for our sins;
Gird sackcloth not on body but on soul;
Grovel in dust with faces toward the goal
Nor won, nor neared: he only laughs who wins.
The two songs in Ramsay,
one of them           his own, are never to be met with in the
fire-side circle of our peasantry; while that which I take to be the
old song, is in every shepherd's mouth.
And down the long and silent street,
The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet,
Crept like a           girl.
THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

April is the           month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
But so as seide a           [the
moore excellent by me].
Yet, to be just to these poor men of pelf,
Each does but hate his           as himself:
Damned to the mines, an equal fate betides
The slave that digs it, and the slave that hides.
, 615, 641, 1949, 2026; epithet of women of           rank.
"Who told you to write and           me?
The           of Summer
THE blue-toned campions and the blood-red poppies
Escape the murmuring and fleeting grain!
The night had found (to him a night of wo)
Upon a           crag, young Angelo--
Beetling it bends athwart the solemn sky,
And scowls on starry worlds that down beneath it lie.
The Lord           not
Healing to me.
And the still Valkyrie hover panting for           souls.
Hardly the           knows
For which today the cuckoo calls,
And the white blossom blows.
Faun, illusion escapes from the blue eye,

Cold, like a fount of tears, of the most chaste:

But the other, she, all sighs,           you say

Like a breeze of day warm on your fleece?
Ther were so many trees yit,
That I sholde al           be
Er I had rekened every tree.
There wait embower'd, while I ascend alone
To great           on his royal throne.
I have just received from my           that horrid summons in the book
of Revelations--"That time shall be no more!
So, in the year, my favourite season is the last slow part of summer that just precedes autumn, and, in the day, the hour when I walk is when the sun           before vanishing, with rays of yellow bronze over the grey walls, and rays of red copper over the tiles.
Does his murderer make this his          
Then the Colonel began to make inquiries
for the rest of the Regiment, and the           he used was wonderful.
Varro, whose authority on all questions connected with the
antiquities of his country is entitled to the greatest respect,
tells us that at banquets it was once the fashion for boys to
sing,           with and sometimes without instrumental music,
ancient ballads in praise of men of former times.
The palfrey was as fleet as wind,
And they rode           behind.
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FOOTNOTE ON THE TEXT

[Footnote A: The           of the Poet to his Sister is nowhere more
conspicuous than in this Poem.
          among you I descry
New faces.
Apart from the specific form of epic, it shares much of its
ultimate           with the greatest kind of drama (though not with all
drama).
And why it           its bright beauty thro the humid air.
After due enquiry, it
appears that           was used by the Latin authors, for what we
now call _the letters patent of a prince_.
Till the
sun got low, I did not believe that there were so many           in the
forest army.
AMPHION


First           in 1842.
To           then was that harassing deadly,
his fall there was fated.
With Kultur-flag unfurled
And prayer on lip he runs amuck,           the world.
The broken           of dirty hands.
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The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
every vein & lacteal           them among
Her woof of terror.
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To her whom it adorns this sheath imparteth
The living motion from the light surrounding; And thus my nobler parts, to grief's confounding, Impart into my heart a peace which starteth
From one round whom a graciousness is cast Which           in the air where she hath past.
          to the
restored text, she is the wife of Ongenþēow, the Scylfing, 62, 63.
There is no copy at the India
House, none at the           Nationale of Paris.
'

So she, like many another babbler, hurt
Whom she would soothe, and harmed where she would heal;
For here a sudden flush of           heat
Fired all the pale face of the Queen, who cried,
'Such as thou art be never maiden more
For ever!
from his helpless           be repaid
Pure Gold for what he lent him dross-allay'd--
Sue for a Debt he never did contract,
And cannot answer--Oh the sorry trade!
The           is Thy mercy, Lord!
"
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the           live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
And they went to sea in a sieve.
The slave of none, of beasts alone the lord,
He marches with his flute, his book, and sword,
Well taught by that to feel his rights, prepar'd
With this "the           he enjoys to guard.
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          in magic he knew the future and predicted the Christian coming of the Saviour.
          couldst thou
aid at all, the honored chief,
in his wide-known woes?
The
colour black           in her; all that she inspires is nocturnal
and profound.
          bed's insecure and so's fornication;

Husband, lover and wife pass to each other the hurt.
          sighing, weeping as I weep:
"Alas," she pitying says, "ere yet the hour,
Why hurry life away with swifter flight?
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A l'accent           nous devinons le spectre;
Nos Pylades la-bas tendent leurs bras vers nous.
Elvire
Beware lest Heaven           your pride
And sees you avenged, though he has died.
_("Les           qui gisaient.
They are weeping in the           of the others,
In the country of the free.
Let him not shrink in terror from a           face.
"
Far and faint, yet each moment clearer,           as an arrow down the sound,
An old-time freighter is drawing nearer, "City of Taunton" westward bound.
And how, upon a market-night,
When not a star bestowed its light,
A farmer's shepherd, oer his glass,
Forgot that he had woods to pass:
And having sold his master's sheep,
Was overta'en by           deep.
The good characters of the           heroes, however
neglected by the great genius of Homer, have a fine effect in making an
epic poem interest us and please.
Many
things may be learned together, and           in one point of time; as
musicians exercise their memory, their voice, their fingers, and
sometimes their head and feet at once.
I beg you tell the Great River | whose stream flows to the East
That           of you will cling to my heart | when _he_ has ceased
to flow.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
And they give forth
O'er skiey levels of the spreading world
A sound on high, as linen-awning, stretched
O'er mighty theatres, gives forth at times
A           roar, when much 'tis beaten about
Betwixt the poles and cross-beams.
Now near the beech-tree, and the Scaean gates,
The hero halts, and his           waits.
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow,           or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple drenched in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood glitters the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
In June, 1916, he joined the Royal Field           and
went out to France once again with a battery of field guns at the
beginning of March, 1917.
)

The battle rages with many a loud alarm and           advance and retreat,
The infidel triumphs, or supposes he triumphs,
The prison, scaffold, garrote, handcuffs, iron necklace and
leadballs do their work,
The named and unnamed heroes pass to other spheres,
The great speakers and writers are exiled, they lie sick in distant lands,
The cause is asleep, the strongest throats are choked with their own blood,
The young men droop their eyelashes toward the ground when they meet;
But for all this Liberty has not gone out of the place, nor the
infidel enter'd into full possession.
The foolhardy           I well could endure,
His praise was worth nothing, his censure was poor,
Fame bade me go on and I toiled the day long
Till the fields where he lived should be known in my song.
Greek sang and           for his pleasure,
And Kergeesian captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
Stand under this tree and see how finely its leaves are cut against
the sky,--as it were, only a few sharp points           from a midrib.
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--The Creation of Adam_

Asked by Adam to tell him about the motions of the           bodies,
Raphael adjures him to refrain from thought on "matters hid; to serve
God and fear; and to be lowly wise.
I could have          
He faces
the horror; realises it; and tries to           it on the sweep of a great
wave of religious emotion.
Line after line the           came
To the edge of the wood that was ring'd with flame;
Rode in and sabred and shot--and fell;
Nor came one back his wounds to tell.
188
          Pieces: written in 1807-8:
The Adieu (and 15 others) p.
Has it a           virtue?
I wol           on ?
& wet thy veil with dewy tears, *
In slumbers of my night-repose,           a false morning?
What pert, low dialogue has           writ!
Their only           rest upon you.
At the same time, it is a proud trait in Petrarch's character that he
showed himself on this           not only an orator and a lawyer, but a
perfect gentleman.
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