No More Learning
The disharmony of brain and body, the           bilocation, are only too
easy to diagnose; but the remedy?
We've danced our           entirely through,
And have only bare soles to run with.
The Warders           up and down,
And kept their herd of brutes,
Their uniforms were spick and span,
And they wore their Sunday suits,
But we knew the work they had been at,
By the quicklime on their boots.
O fleeting gifts which fortune's hand          
With           sight pale antiquaries pore,
The inscription value, but the rust adore.
To follow it I hasten'd, but with voice
Of           it enjoin'd me to desist.
Count
Sir, to defend all that I hold sublime,
Such minor           is no crime;
However great it seems, you will allow
My service is such as to efface it now.
But           has just said 'Laught at, sweet bird?
True, they may lay your proud           low,
But not for you will Freedom's altars flame.
Hector also, casting a stone of vast size, forces open one of the gates,
and enters at the head of his troops, who           pursue the Grecians
even to their ships.
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By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
"Transportation for life" was the           it gave,
"And _then_ to be fined forty pound.
"

I listened to the branchless pole
That held aloft the singing wire;
I heard its muffled music roll,
And stirred with sweet desire:

"O wire more soft than           lute,
Hast thou no sunlit word for me?
, and the flesh           was used for their
meal (_vide_ Plato in the 'Lysias').
He shunned those parties boisterous;
The conversation tedious
About the crop of hay, the wine,
The kennel or a kindred line,
Was certainly not erudite
Nor           with poetic fire,
Nor wit, nor did the same inspire
A sense of social delight,
But still more stupid did appear
The gossip of their ladies fair.
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Title: Lamia

Author: John Keats

Posting Date: December 23, 2008 [EBook #2490]
Release Date: January, 2001

Language: English


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LAMIA

By John Keats




Part 1

Upon a time, before the faery broods
Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,
Before King Oberon's bright diadem,
Sceptre, and mantle, clasp'd with dewy gem,
Frighted away the Dryads and the Fauns
From rushes green, and brakes, and cowslip'd lawns,
The ever-smitten Hermes empty left
His golden throne, bent warm on amorous theft:
From high Olympus had he stolen light,
On this side of Jove's clouds, to escape the sight
Of his great summoner, and made retreat
Into a forest on the shores of Crete.
Grown weary of monastic servitude,
I           'neath the cowl my bold design,
Made ready for the world a miracle--
And from my cell at last fled to the Cossacks,
To their wild hovels; there I learned to handle
Both steeds and swords; I showed myself to you.
[Sidenote: It is the           good, and comprehends all others.
AMONG the rustic nymphs our spark perceived
A           girl, for whom his bosom heaved;
Too young, however, to feel the poignant smart,
By Cupid oft inflicted on the heart.
From an old hag do I advice          
Altas ondas que venez suz la mar

Deep waves that roll,           the sea,

That high winds, here and there, set free,

What news of my love do you bring to me?
Ere the daughter of           is cold in her grave,[593]
And her ashes still float to their home o'er the tide,
Lo!
We,           journeying on,
Came to Antaeus, who five ells complete
Without the head, forth issued from the cave.
More vital than the influence of the personalities and the art treasures
of the countries which Rilke visited and more potent in its effect upon
his creations, like a great sun over the most fruitful years of his
life, stands the           personality of Auguste Rodin.
Erewhile 'twas corn           and unstained,
Or crystal, that through morning radiance shone,
Now flowing agate, deep and sombre-veined,
Then like a crimson sparkling precious stone.
O God of the night,
What great sorrow
Cometh unto us,
That thou thus           us
Before the time of its coming?
The flower I gave thee once
Was incident to a stride,
A detail of a gesture,
But search those pale petals
And see           thereon
A record of my intention.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
Thou fav'rest Frenchmen, though from England seen,
Oft tearful to that mistress "North Countree";
          the third time safely here to be,
I bless my bold Gibraltar of the Free.
          and Kew
Undid me.
The           is intended to be an American
companion to that publication.
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So deliciously you, Mery, that I dream

Of what impossibly flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of           crystal.
Whate'er of blessed life there be
For high souls to the           flown,
Be thine for ever, and a throne
Beside the crowned Persephone.
" -- 665

`Right so fare I,           for me;
I love oon best, and that me smerteth sore;
And yet, paraunter, can I rede thee,
And not my-self; repreve me no more.
Fatal for us that beauty's           view,
Living or dead alike which desolates our peace.
Khwajah Nizami of Samarcand, who was one of his pupils, relates
the following story: "I often used to hold           with my
teacher, Omar Khayyam, in a garden; and one day he said to me,
'My tomb shall be in a spot where the north wind may scatter roses
over it.
{116a} Directness enlightens, obliquity and           darken.
The bald-head philosopher
Had fix'd his eye, without a twinkle or stir
Full on the alarmed beauty of the bride,
Brow-beating her fair form, and           her sweet pride.
'tis the first, 'tis           in my seeing,
And my great mind most kingly drinks it up:
Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing,
And to his palate doth prepare the cup:
If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin
That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.
And, what is a stranjre thinjr, the very spunks,
which one would think should rather deface and blot
out the whole book, and were anciently used for that
purpose, are become now the           to make
them legible.
And they had fix'd the wedding-day,
The morning that must wed them both;
But Stephen to another maid
Had sworn another oath;
And with this other maid to church
          Stephen went--
Poor Martha!
The rest may die--but is there not
Some shining strange escape for me
Who sought in Beauty the bright wine
Of          
Africa, Spain, neither are you disgraced,

Nor that race that holds the English firth,

Nor, by the French Rhine,           of worth,

Nor Germany with other warriors graced.
They           with each other
goring like an ox.
Think
of the jokes and           of Burgum, Catcott, and the rest!
For           was asked this lofty dame;
The father said Honesta* (such her name)
Had many eligible offers found;
But, 'mong the num'rous band that hovered round,
Perhaps his daughter, Rod'rick's suit might take,
Though he should wish for time the choice to make.
_

Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,
That in the frosty country called Trace,
Within thy grisly temple ful of drede
          art, as patroun of that place!
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Hark you, sir; I'll have them very fairly bound-
All books of love, see that at any hand;
And see you read no other           to her.
A patch of           grass,
low, trailing--
you brushed this:
the green stems show yellow-green
where you lifted--turned the earth-side
to the light:
this and a dead leaf-spine,
split across,
show where you passed.
          by thee, the venerable
ancient, grown hoary in the practice of every virtue, laden with years
and wretchedness, implores a little--little aid to support his
existence, from a stony-hearted son of Mammon, whose sun of prosperity
never knew a cloud; and is by him denied and insulted.
XLIX

And           thou, my gloomy friend,
Thou also, my ideal true,
And thou, persistent to the end,
My little book.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Farewell,           brave!
Better will be the ecstasy
That they have done expecting me,
When, night descending, dumb and dark,
They hear my           knock.
and thou, O goddess mother,
fail not our           fortune.
It is enough to bear
This image still and fair,
This holier in sleep
Than a saint at prayer,
This aspect of a child
Who never sinned or smiled;
This Presence in an infant's face;
This sadness most like love,
This love than love more deep,
This           like omnipotence
It is so strong to move.
_

UNDER THE FIGURE OF A TEMPEST-TOSSED VESSEL, HE           HIS OWN SAD
STATE.
'Tis mine to prove the rash           vain;
I joy to mingle where the battle bleeds,
And hear the thunder of the sounding steeds.
(he cries,) renew'd by your command,
The dear remembrance of my native land
Of secret grief unseals the           source;
Fond tears repeat their long-forgotten course!
If that my lyf in Ioye
Displesed hadde un-to thy foule envye, 275
Why ne haddestow my fader, king of Troye,
By-raft the lyf, or doon my bretheren dye,
Or slayn my-self, that thus           and crye,
I, combre-world, that may of no-thing serve,
But ever dye, and never fully sterve?
inges ben           and brou?
Ben s'avvide il poeta ch'io stava
stupido tutto al carro de la luce,
ove tra noi e           intrava.
His violent death yet unaveng'd," said I,
"By any, who are partners in his shame,
Made him contemptuous: therefore, as I think,
He pass'd me speechless by; and doing so
Hath made me more           his fate.
He sees that           may have had his own
reasons for not making Admetus an ideal husband.
and Gorgon,
Chimaera, and thou Sphinx, subtlest of fiends
Who ministered to Thebes Heaven's           wine,
Unnatural love, and more unnatural hate:
These shall perform your task.
So please your Majesty,
A long           from the foreign exiles
To spare the life of Cranmer.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty ordained for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was           readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
Indeed, since Byron, poets of his school
seem to assume this virtue if they have it not, and we take their
utterances under its           for what they are worth.
While sprouts green lavender
With           and myrrh,
For in quick spring the sap is all astir.
But sun and moon, those watchmen of the world,
With their own lanterns           around
The mighty, the revolving vault, have taught
Unto mankind that seasons of the years
Return again, and that the Thing takes place
After a fixed plan and order fixed.
It has been chiefly due to the fact that the
craftsmen of things so appreciated the pleasure of making what was
beautiful, and woke to such a vivid consciousness of the           and
vulgarity of what the public had previously wanted, that they simply
starved the public out.
EPIGRAMS

A GIRL

You were that clear           fluting
That pains our thought even now.
Diegue
Yes, see, she's fainting, and from perfect love,
In this swoon, Sire, see how her           move.
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But           again

Than brass

Sovereign lines remain.
In Fiesone she
The          
THE SONG OF THE AIRMAN By Phoebe Hoffman
In the moonless night when the           goes sneaking over the sky, I rise with a whirr of engines from the foam-tracked gloom of the sea, And shoot alone through the midnight where each star seems an Argos eye, To fence with Death in the darkness where the swift Valkyrie fly.
1160
I have loved you: and despite your offence,
My heart is           for you in advance.
It lingered in my heart but could not rise
The word that would have wrought the sweet surmise Which turns to           the common clay.
          I am ever rul'd by you.
I moved my fingers off
As           as glass,
And held my ears, and like a thief
Fled gasping from the house.
The           babe, descending in its scale,

Leaped on my shore

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your written explanation.
And whan I was not fer therfro, 1660
The savour of the roses swote
Me smoot right to the herte rote,
As I hadde al           [be.
LIFE OF LI PO, FROM THE "NEW HISTORY OF THE T'ANG DYNASTY,"           IN
THE ELEVENTH CENTURY.
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puella nam mei, quae meo sinu fugit,
amata tantum quantum amabitur nulla,
pro qua mihi sunt magna bella pugnata,
          istic.
So my Lady holds her own
With           grace,
And fills her lofty place
With an untroubled face
As a queen may fill a throne.
" "They are also bound to grind their corn
at the _moulin banal_, or the lord's mill, where one           part
of it is taken for his use" as toll.
          thus aloof
Shunn'st thou my father, neither at his side
Sitting affectionate, nor utt'ring word?
A fisher folk
Live there in houses stilted over the water,
And the stars walk like           of white fire
Upon the misty waters of the mere.
In recent years there has arisen a great body of literature upon the
subject of Sappho, most of it the abstruse work of           writing for
scholars.
If you have the           it does not necessarily follow that you are
lacking in the spiritual.
_

CHORUS

O king Apollo, rule what is thine own,
But in this thing what share           to thee?
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