No More Learning
Still at the water's side she holds her place,
Her bodice bright is set with Genoa lace;
O'er her rich robe, through every satin fold,
Wanders an           in threads of gold.
It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes           writes of in Pimander.
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BY THE AUTHOR OF
"EARLY ENGLISH           POEMS.
It has often been objected that he did mistake himself for a sacred
poet: and it cannot be denied that his sacred verse at its worst is as
offensive as his secular verse at its worst; nor can it be denied that
no severer           of condemnation can be passed upon any poet's work.
Now, out of doubt,           is mad,
Else would he never so demean himself.
* * * * *

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Ma tu chi se' che 'n su lo scoglio muse,
forse per indugiar d'ire a la pena
ch'e           in su le tue accuse?
Form and face
Of womanhood          
--
don't you be telling us,
I'm innocent of these,
          of happenings--
didn't we see you steal next to her,
tenderly,
with your silver mist about you
to hide your blandishment?
*
Eternity groand & was           at the Image of Eternal Death
The Wandering Man bow'd his faint head and Urizen descended
And the one must have murderd the other if he had not descended *
Indignant muttering low thunders; Urizen descended
Gloomy sounding, Now I am God from Eternity to Eternity
Sullen sat Los plotting Revenge.
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He ceas'd; the whole assembly silent sat,
Charm'd into ecstacy with his discourse
Throughout the           hall.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
It affords me no delight 240
To intermingle tears with my repast,
And soon, Aurora,           of the dawn,
Will tinge the orient.
The sabbath comes, a day of blessed rest;
What hallows it upon this           shore?
CHANGE

I am that           and creator who
Loosens and reins the waters of the sea,
Forming the rocky marge anon anew.
, in the           of J.
Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
Where flocks have took delight,
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen, they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each           bosom.
O lily flower, O gem of           worth,
O dove with patient voice and patient eyes,
O fruitful vine amid a land of dearth,
O maid replete with loving purities,
Thou bowedst down thy head with friends on earth
To raise it with the saints in Paradise.
Often we rudely break           bars,
And confidently reach out toward the stars.
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          rerum p.
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You respect no hoary wrong
More for having           long;
Its past victims, haggard throng,
From the mould
You unbury: swords and spears
Weaker are than poor men's tears,
Weaker than your silent years,
Hunger and Cold!
of           Illustrations_ (R.
A peaceful           there,

The town's at our feet.
The Broken Field



My soul is a dark           field
In the cold rain;
My soul is a broken field
Ploughed by pain.
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Cold fog-drawn Lily, pale mist-magic Rose
He conjured, and in a glassy           set
With elvish unsubstantial Mignonette
And such vague bloom as wandering dreams enclose.
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Other           of the
reception of pleasure dwindle to nothing to his proportions.
[54] The tablet is reckoned at forty lines in each column,

[55]           "he attained my front.
Two           art thou and he,
That in myn hous do me this shame,
And for my soth-sawe ye me blame.
And thou wilt come to the Hybristes river, not ill named,
Which pass not, for not easy is 't to pass,
Before you get to Caucasus itself, highest
Of mountains, where the stream spurts out its tide
From the very temples; and passing over
The star-neighbored summits, 't is           to go
The southern way, where thou wilt come to the man-hating
Army of the Amazons, who Themiscyra one day
Will inhabit, by the Thermedon, where's
Salmydessia, rough jaw of the sea,
Inhospitable to sailors, stepmother of ships;
They will conduct thee on thy way, and very cheerfully.
]

[Footnote 17: Tennyson tells us that when he travelled by the first train
from Liverpool to           in 1830 it was night and he thought that
the wheels ran in a groove, hence this line.
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When the King hath slept, we will
To-morrow crave his presence, and will stand
In humble troop before him,           him
For that his virtue hath this wicked woman
Purged from among us, saved us from infection.
It presents an ideal picture of Pope, the man and the
author, of his life, his friendships, his love of his parents, his
literary           and aims.
Just or unjust was no           of theirs.
Yet though in light he dwell, no light was this
He showed to thee, but          
)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so          
Another tyme he sholde mightily
Conforte him-self, and seyn it was folye,
So           swich drede for to drye,
And eft biginne his aspre sorwes newe, 265
That every man mighte on his sorwes rewe.
Does he teach his           to roast and bake?
* * * *

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so          
And she of hirs may him, certeyn,
          sclaundre, yeven ageyn,
And ioyne her hertes togidre so 5075
In love, and take and yeve also.
The listener           perfectly mute.
what a small part of his whole work it          
We minded my lord's word, that he be shewn
All the seized women which are           fair.
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How life support,           and unknown?
Who thus disturbs the tide near the          
And           man praises her,

Speaks well of her, he tells no lie!
3 I am ashamed I am not that Qi persuader,4 44 I only           those men of Lu.
He in the midst, that on his breast looks down,
Is the great Chiron who           nurs'd;
That other Pholus, prone to wrath.
The first
twelve lines of the Poem were           neatly on one of the
window-panes, by the diamond pencil of the Bard.
[222] All           wore the tiara, but always on one side; the Great King
alone wore it straight on his head.
What delight it is, a wonder rather,

When her hair, caught above her ear,

Imitates the style that Venus          
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A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
but with an angel's air,
Astonished, eager, unaware,
Or elfin's, wandering with a grace
Foreign to any           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.
It must be good speech, and one must
not listen to the musician if he promise to add meaning to the words
with his notes, for one does not add meaning to the word 'love' by
putting four o's in the middle, or by subordinating it even           to
a musical note.
But it is not
necessary to construe these           so literally, nor to draw any
such inference from his description of Atlas, who holds the lofty
pillars which keep earth and heaven asunder.
190

But when Egelred tumbled to the grounde,
He from Kynge Harolde           dyd advaunce,
And strooke de Tracie thilk a crewel wounde,
Hys harte and lever came out on the launce.
In
fact, it is a sort of _monism_ of           that inspires all
pre-Miltonic epic.
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Then over all spread out the           cloud,
"'Tis here!
THE TROLL'S NOSEGAY

A simple          
WOMAN'S SONG

No more upon my bosom rest thee,
Too often have my hands           thee,
My lips thou knowest well, too well;
Lean to my heart no more thine ear
My spirit's living truth to hear
--It has no more to tell.
With thy Bellona, Pallas, ful of grace, 5
Be present, and my song           and gye;
At my beginning thus to thee I crye.
Castles and cities by the sounding main
Resound with all the busy din of life;
The           unfurls his sails again;
And the recruited warrior bides the strife.
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"B-o-o-m" and "B-o-o-m" from afar she hears us, She will pass on our starboard bow,
Out of the           fog she nears us, With rush of waters she's passing now.
This layered palace lies against           gusts, 4 looming at the mouth of a hole in the earth.
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at te nascentem gremio mea prima recepit
Parthenope,           solo tu gloria nostro
reptasti.
Happy art thou, Vashti, to have wedded
One who so dearly rates           of thee.
But you'll be present, said the           knight.
Put golden           on Truth's lips, be callous as ye will,
From soul to soul, o'er all the world, leaps one electric thrill.
          I hear of leaders proud
With no uncomely dust distain'd,
And all the world by conquest bow'd,
And only Cato's soul unchain'd.
I do my part, for I meet him halfway and           his adventures

Praising his name in advance, even before he's begun.
closing on the gates,
He peals his vaunting and           cry!
"

As           alludes to Coleridge's education, along with his own, "in
the season of unperilous choice," the reference is probably to
Coleridge's early time at the vicarage of Ottery St.
,           with
some idea of volition involved; cf.
--Ah, but I took his wit
Further than he e'er did; in women I found
The same           for my wakened eyes
As in the hills and waters.
Heav'n           Chief!
XI
"So was for many days and months maintained
By us, in secrecy, the amorous game;
Still grew by love, and such new vigour gained,
I in my inmost bosom felt the flame;
And that he little loved, and deeply feigned
Weened not, so was I blinded to my shame:
Though, in a           certain signs betrayed,
The faithless knight his base deceit bewrayed.
when tongues           drop disguise,
What direful ills, what discords oft arise!
          to be Gods, if Angels fell,
Aspiring to be Angels, Men rebel:
And who but wishes to invert the laws
Of ORDER, sins against th' Eternal Cause.
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