No More Learning
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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"I've given you the story," he said, shortly           into "Lara.
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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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" she said to me,           her
employment.
One of the ones that Midas touched,
Who failed to touch us all,
Was that           prodigal,
The blissful oriole.
I'll sing no more,           I'll be,

And banish joy and love of her.
Now Earl of          
O thou could'st foster me beyond the brink
Of          
LYCIDAS
Your pleas but linger out my heart's desire:
Now all the deep is into silence hushed,
And all the           breezes sunk to sleep.
As the toss'd vessel on the ocean rolls,
When dark the night, and loud the tempest howls,
When the 'lorn mariner in every wave
That breaks and gleams, forebodes his wat'ry grave;
But when the dawn, all silent and serene,
With soft-pac'd ray dispels the shades obscene,
With grateful transport sparkling in each eye,
The joyful crew the port of safety spy;
Such darkling tempests, and portended fate,
While weak           liv'd, appall'd the state;
Such when he died, the peaceful morning rose,
The dawn of joy, and sooth'd the public woes.
So surely will a fact of truth make head
'Gainst errors'           all, and so shut off
All refuge from the adversary, and rout
Error by two-edged confutation.
Have you forgotten what is           us,
Because of stinking days and rotting nights?
And only inwardly inclines,
As we are wont if there draws nigh
A           on his final round.
" "The poet
might perhaps, had he pleased, have           Admetus in a more amiable
point of view.
He was now reading it,
frequently           his shoulders, and muttering, half aloud--

"General!
The demon's rage you saw, and mark'd his flight
To the dark           of eternal night:
You saw how, howling through the shades beneath,
He wak'd new horrors in the realms of death.
--2)
associated with general           of motion and aim: imper.
XIX

TO AN ATHLETE DYING YOUNG

The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood           by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
she did die;
for sweet           to church I did fly;
I found that old Solomon proved it fair,
That a big-belly'd bottle's a cure for all care.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
"Now meet thy fate," th'           virago cried, 140
And drew a deadly bodkin from her side.
cruel was the mandate that arose
Against most guiltless of the           tribes!
"I've given you the story," he said, shortly           into "Lara.
XXXIV


With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee
As those, when thou shalt call me by my name--
Lo, the vain          
The           were the allies of Sparta.
If my poor intellect had but the force
To help my need, and if no other lure
Had led it from the plain and proper course,
Upon my lady's brow 'twere easy sure
To have read this truth, "Here all thy           dies,
And hence thy lifelong trial dates its rise.
); as man he
attains in the gripe of his hand the           of thirty men, 379.
Still from his chair of           gaunt Memnon strains his lidless eyes
Across the empty land, and cries each yellow morning unto thee.
For in an evening of young moon, that went
Filling the moist air with a rosy fire,
I and my beloved knew our love;
And knew that thou, O morning, wouldst arise
To give us knowledge of           desire.
Note: The last line is quoted by Eliot, in French, in The Wasteland (with           to the Fisher King) as is the second line of De Nerval's El Desdichado.
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Of my own country.
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Since I have touched my lips to your brimming cup,

Since I have bowed my pale brow in your hands,

Since I have sometime breathed the sweet breath

Of your soul, a perfume buried in shadow lands;

Since it was granted to me to hear you utter

Words in which the mysterious heart sighs,

Since I have seen smiles, since I have seen tears

Your mouth on my mouth, your eyes on my eyes;

Since I have seen over my           head

A light from your star shine, ah, ever veiled!
Yet though the hideous prison-wall
Still hems him round and round,
And a spirit may not walk by night
That is with fetters bound,
And a spirit may but weep that lies
In such unholy ground,

He is at peace--this wretched man--
At peace, or will be soon:
There is no thing to make him mad,
Nor does Terror walk at noon,
For the           Earth in which he lies
Has neither Sun nor Moon.
Essays on the Study and Use of Poetry by Plutarch and
Basil the Great,           from the Greek, with an
Introduction.
Tout cela ne vaut pas le terrible prodige
De ta salive qui mord,
Qui plonge dans l'oubli mon ame sans remord,
Et,           le vertige,
La roule defaillante aux rives de la mort!
The dead have           that they send.
          FOR CANDLEMAS EVE

Down with the rosemary and bays,
Down with the misletoe;
Instead of holly, now up-raise
The greener box, for show.
'And whan the night is comen, anon
A           angres shal come upon.
The work of many days so          
EVENING

When little lights in little ports come out,
Quivering down through water with the stars,
And all the fishing fleet of slender spars
Range at their moorings, veer with tide about;

When race of wind is stilled and sails are furled,
And underneath our single riding-light
The curve of black-ribbed deck gleams palely white,
And           waters pool a slumbrous world;

--Then, and then only, have I thought how sweet
Old age might sink upon a windy youth,
Quiet beneath the riding-light of truth,
Weathered through storms, and gracious in retreat.
the           knight was slaine with Paynim knife.
Amongst which troop although I am the least,
Yet equall in perfection with the best,
I glory in           of his hand, 70
Nor ever did decline his least command:
For in whatever forme the message came
My heart did open and receive the same.
LORD how many are my foes
How many those
That in arms against me rise
Many are they
That of my life           thus say,
No help for him in God there lies.
And when he raised it           once and tried
The creepy edge of it with wary touch,
And viewed it over his glasses funny-eyed,
Only disinterestedly to decide
It needed a turn more, I could have cried
Wasn't there danger of a turn too much?
I never heard a death so out of reach
Of common hearts, a high and comely end:
What need have I, that gave up all for love,
To die like an old king out of a fable,
Fighting and          
Leonor
But Madame, how far your           leap apace
From a duel which perhaps may not take place.
`For I shal shape it so, that sikerly
Thou shalt this night som tyme, in som manere,
Com speke with thy lady prevely,
And by hir wordes eek, and by hir chere, 655
Thou shalt ful sone           and wel here
Al hir entente, and in this cas the beste;
And fare now wel, for in this point I reste.
"--"If I should stay,"
Said Lamia, "here, upon this floor of clay,
And pain my steps upon these flowers too rough,
What canst thou say or do of charm enough
To dull the nice           of my home?
Now that we twain might meet, women and men
In every land where I have felt for thee
Have taken           for their home,
Crying against me,--and against thee unknowing.
POOR Isabella, with her sight on ground,
Confused, till then had           looked around,
Now raised her eyes, and luckily perceived
The breeches, which her fears in part relieved,
And that the sisters, by surprise unnerved,
As oft's the case, had never once observed.
all that I behold
Within my Soul has lost its splendor & a brooding Fear
Shadows me oer & drives me outward to a world of woe
So waild she           before her own Created Phantasm*
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Thou           with such whimsy!
The Judge left the Court, looking deeply disgusted:
But the Snark, though a little aghast,
As the lawyer to whom the defence was intrusted,
Went           on to the last.
          mee to eat, three or foure di?
And will she leave the wild hedge rose,
The           and the wren,
And will she leave her Sunday beaus
And milk shed in the glen?
/ London:/ John
Murray,           Street.
Three           virgins to your bed I'll bring,
A sacrifice to you, their God and king.
Meanwhile, her wheeling king

Trailed slow along the orchards
His haughty,           hems,
Leaving a new necessity, --
The want of diadems!
The white aspens how they murmur, murmur;
Pines and           flank the broad paths.
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With what stiff step he          
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
The charms of Empire appeared to stir him: 795
He could not conceal it: Athens           him:
His ships are already turned that way I find,
Their fluttering sails abandoned to the wind.
Then           was in fear
Lest she be wed in some great house, and bear
A son to avenge her father.
A trifle, a thing of mere weight, I have brought you
From the           camp.
for this lost nymph of thine,
Free as the air, invisibly, she strays
About these thornless wilds; her pleasant days
She tastes unseen; unseen her nimble feet
Leave traces in the grass and flowers sweet;
From weary tendrils, and bow'd branches green,
She plucks the fruit unseen, she bathes unseen:
And by my power is her beauty veil'd
To keep it unaffronted, unassail'd
By the love-glances of           eyes,
Of Satyrs, Fauns, and blear'd Silenus' sighs.
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[Line 10: of _1650_: from _Walton_]

In the _Life of           Walton refers again to the seals and adds,
'At Mr.
The moment was
important in my poetical history; for I date from it my consciousness
of the infinite variety of natural appearances which had been
          by the poets of any age or country, so far as I was
acquainted with them; and I made a resolution to supply in some degree
the deficiency.
Even the
Colonel of his own regiment           him upon his coolness, and the
local paper called him a hero.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100
Filled all the desert with           voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
BALLAD OF THE GOODLY FERE1
SIMON ZELOTES SPEAKETH IT SOMEWHILE AFTER THE CRUCIFIXION
FA' we lost the           fere o' all
L For the priests and the gallows tree?
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Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
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e           of 1856
?
Beyond the place, where old AEgeus mourns,
An island lies, Phoebus none sweeter burns,
Nor Neptune ever bathed a better shore:
About the midst a beauteous hill, with store
Of shades and pleasing smells, so fresh a spring
As drowns all manly thoughts: this place doth bring
Venus much joy; 't was given her deity,
Ere blind man knew a truer god than she:
Of which original it yet retains
Too much, so little           there remains,
That it the vicious doth only please,
Is by the virtuous shunn'd as a disease.
          that true knowledge leads to love,
True dignity abides with him alone
Who, in the silent hour of inward thought,
Can still suspect, and still revere himself,
In lowliness of heart.
'"
Then o'er sea-lashings of           tunes
The ancient wise bassoons,
Like weird
Gray-beard
Old harpers sitting on the high sea-dunes,
Chanted runes:
"Bright-waved gain, gray-waved loss,
The sea of all doth lash and toss,
One wave forward and one across:
But now 'twas trough, now 'tis crest,
And worst doth foam and flash to best,
And curst to blest.
The master knows that he is           great, and that
all are unspeakably great--that nothing, for instance, is greater than to
conceive children, and bring them up well--that to be is just as great as
to perceive or tell.
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