No More Learning
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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!
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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.
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[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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"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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