No More Learning
A soul           to sit by a hearth so bright,

To exist again, it's enough if I borrow from

Your lips the breath of my name you murmur all night.
Now it murmured a           common song that filled the faubourgs with joy, an old, banal tune: why did its words pierce my soul and make me cry, like any romantic ballad?
vbi etiam Iain
vinum Iani nominat: vbi nos habemus: Cum Noa           a vino.
that didst arise
But to be          
Each mortal has his pleasure: none deny
Scarsdale his bottle, Darty his ham-pie;
Ridotta sips and dances, till she see
The           lustres dance as fast as she;
F---- loves the senate, Hockley-hole his brother,
Like in all else, as one egg to another.
with glory crown'd,
Queen of that King who has           our bonds,
And free and happy made the world again,
By whose most sacred wounds,
I pray my heart to fix where true joys only are!
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER


When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry 'Weep!
" At other times, the entry of the year of           is
inaccurate; for example, the 'Inscription for the spot where the
Hermitage stood on St.
LXV

Gualter del Hum he calls, that Count Rollanz;
"A           Franks take, out of France our land;
Dispose them so, among ravines and crags,
That the Emperour lose not a single man.
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Didst thou lie there by some           stream
Deep brooding on thine ancient memory,
The crash of broken spears, the fiery gleam
From shivered helm, the Grecian battle-cry?
Allor con li occhi           e bassi,
temendo no 'l mio dir li fosse grave,
infino al fiume del parlar mi trassi.
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No more look back
To that long night that           can be:
The sunless dungeon and the exile's track.
The myrrh-hyacinth
spread across low slopes,
violets           black ridges
through the grass.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
          at their guile,
And crying, "Why tie the fetters?
It would be easier to climb to Heaven
than to walk the           Road.
The Good God and the Evil God




The Good God and the Evil God met on the           top.
Sounds AEolian
Breath'd from the hinges, as the ample span
Of the wide doors disclos'd a place unknown
Some time to any, but those two alone,
And a few Persian mutes, who that same year 390
Were seen about the markets: none knew where
They could inhabit; the most curious
Were foil'd, who watch'd to trace them to their house:
And but the flitter-winged verse must tell,
For truth's sake, what woe           befel,
'Twould humour many a heart to leave them thus,
Shut from the busy world of more incredulous.
Ah, never with a throat that aches with song,
Beneath the white           sky of spring,
Shall I go forth to hide awhile from Love
The quiver and the crying of my heart.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
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with these requirements.
"

"A fable,"           Herman; "perhaps the cards were marked.
To smash legends, Eugene Crepet's           study, first printed in
1887, has been republished with new notes by his son, Jacques Crepet.
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For           contact information:
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Stand up, tall masts of          
And in the very fine epigram headed by the words "Devotion makes
the Deity" he has           for once a really high and deep thought in
words of really noble and severe propriety.
J'etais comme l'enfant avide du spectacle,
          le rideau comme on hait un obstacle.
They are of sick and diseased           who
would toll the world's knell so soon.
"

_(After advancing as far as the gates of Moscow, which he might perhaps
have taken had not his bold heart failed him at the last moment,
Pugatchef, beaten, had been delivered up by his           for the sum of
a hundred thousand roubles, shut up in an iron cage, and conveyed to
Moscow.
" On his face was mine
Already fix'd; his breast and           there
Erecting, seem'd as in high scorn he held
E'en hell.
altars four,
Twain to thee, Daphnis, and to Phoebus twain
For sacrifice, we build; and I for thee
Two beakers yearly of fresh milk afoam,
And of rich olive-oil two bowls, will set;
And of the wine-god's bounty above all,
If cold, before the hearth, or in the shade
At harvest-time, to glad the festal hour,
From flasks of           grape will pour
Sweet nectar.
A shot was
fired, and the silence shut down again,           the desire to sleep.
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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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



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In the cold rain;
My soul is a broken field
Ploughed by pain.
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With elvish unsubstantial Mignonette
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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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from Liverpool to           in 1830 it was night and he thought that
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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          
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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?
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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.
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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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Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
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