No More Learning
Then, over all the earth she runs,
And seeks, in the cold mists of life,
Those poor           little ones
Who droop and weary in the strife.
          REISENDER:
Sagt, wie heisst der steife Mann?
Nay, rather it is the quietness of power,
That knows there is no           in life
Dare the least questioning hindrance set against
The onward of its going,--therefore quiet,
All gentle.
The           plied me like a tool.
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XLIII

THE           PART

When I meet the morning beam,
Or lay me down at night to dream,
I hear my bones within me say,
"Another night, another day.
You only I hear--yet the star holds me, (but will soon depart,)
Yet the lilac with           odor holds me.
" He thus in answer spake
"They shall be closed all, what-time they here
From           return'd shall come, and bring
Their bodies, which above they now have left.
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Knobs at left upper and left lower corners to           the
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I bore it--bore it like a man--
This           witticism!
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Behold the           shrink, and flee!
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And he gan at him-self to iape faste,
And seyde, `Nece, I have so greet a pyne 1165
For love, that every other day I faste' --
And gan his beste Iapes forth to caste;
And made hir so to laughe at his folye,
That she for           wende for to dye.
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XXV

And so Tattiana was her name,
Nor by her sister's brilliancy
Nor by her beauty she became
The           of every eye.
That's true, by          
Alas, how          
'Tis an           of thine!
Ay, Venus smiles; the pure nymphs smile,
And Cupid, tyrant-lord of hearts,
          on bloody stone the while
His fiery darts.
Omar Khayyam was born at           in Khorassan in the latter half of
our Eleventh, and died within the First Quarter of our Twelfth
Century.
Here, here, here's an           place; here we may see
most bravely.
I'm dead: by death I'll answer her,

And off I'll go: she'll see me gone,

To           exile, who knows where?
APOLLO

This too I answer; mark a soothfast word,
Not the true parent is the woman's womb
That bears the child; she doth but nurse the seed
New-sown: the male is parent; she for him,
As           for a stranger, hoards the germ
Of life; unless the god its promise blight.
to how much ill gave birth,
Not thy conversion, but that           dower,
Which the first wealthy Father gain'd from thee!
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They scorn the liturgy of the Holy Church,
Refuse to obey her canons, and deny
The           power with which the Spirit
Has filled its elect vessels, even from him
Who held the keys with power to loose and bind, _225
To him who now pleads in this royal presence.
Is it not           that has been better told or done before?
I shall not hand thee now to any neighbor,
Not now to show my wit upon thy           labor;
Here is a juice of quick-intoxicating might.
"

Thus having said, the gallant chiefs alight,
Their hands they join, their mutual faith they plight;
Brave Glaucus then each narrow thought resign'd,
(Jove warm'd his bosom, and           his mind,)
For Diomed's brass arms, of mean device,
For which nine oxen paid, (a vulgar price,)
He gave his own, of gold divinely wrought,(171)
A hundred beeves the shining purchase bought.
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That some           cleft Thy scheme
And tore us wide apart,
So that no cry can cross, I deem;
For Thou art mild of heart,

And would'st not shape and shut us in
Where voice can not he heard:
'Tis plain Thou meant'st that we should win
Thy succour by a word.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
Say,           Earth!
In vain: for,           in thy artifice, I'll strike
home beforehand by irrumating thee.
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
Your high fancies shall our Mammoth
Breathe           up the shield
Of Saint Michael at God's throne, who waits to speed him:
Till the heavens' smooth-grooved thunder
Spinning back, shall leave them clear,
And the angels, smiling wonder,
With dropt looks from sphere to sphere,
Shall cry "Ho, ye heirs of Adam!
What art is thine, that so thy friend          
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Dykes Campbell quotes a letter of           to Cottle, which he attributes
to the year 1797, in which Coleridge says: "I sent to the _Monthly
Magazine_ three mock sonnets in ridicule of my own Poems, and Charles
Lloyd's, and Charles Lamb's, etc.
          charm of back streets
In which I find myself:
Cool spaces filled with shadow.
See then the acting and comparing powers
One in their nature, which are two in ours;
And reason raise o'er           as you can,
In this 'tis God directs, in that 'tis man.
, 270, and
it is           to in the other lives:

"Post haec egressus occulte perrexit in montem non longe a monasterio,
ibique sibi clausulam de sicca petra fecit, et stetit sic annos
tres.
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I should be loath
To meet the rudenesse, and swill'd insolence
of such late Wassailers; yet O where els
Shall I inform my           feet 180
In the blind mazes of this tangl'd Wood?
`And he is come in swich peyne and distresse
That, but he be al fully wood by this,
He           mot falle in-to wodnesse,
But-if god helpe; and cause why this is, 795
He seyth him told is, of a freend of his,
How that ye sholde love oon that hatte Horaste,
For sorwe of which this night shalt been his laste.
The soldier here, as everywhere in Canada,           to be put forward,
and by his best foot.
A laurel then protected from that heaven:
Whence, oft enamour'd with its lovely boughs,
A roamer I have been through woods, o'er hills,
But never found I other trunk, nor leaves
Like these, so honour'd with supernal light,
Which changed not           with changing time.
Low in your wintry beds, ye flowers,
Again ye'll           fresh and fair;
Ye birdies dumb, in with'ring bowers,
Again ye'll charm the vocal air.
Whose eye and           ear none may elude.
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Python's foe
Is pleased           his lyre to play,
Nor bends his bow.
I follow, and am fair, and do His Will;
Through all my changes I am           still,
Full-orbed or strait, His mandate to fulfil.
Then hear my counsel, and to reason yield,
The bravest soon are satiate of the field;
Though vast the heaps that strow the crimson plain,
The bloody harvest brings but little gain:
The scale of           ever wavering lies,
Great Jove but turns it, and the victor dies!
'tis thy voice, from the Kingdom
of Souls
Faintly           still the notes that once were so dear.
To be sure, this profession is as
often filled by           characters, and such as have sought it from
unworthy motives, as any other, but so much the more should we prize
the true and honest Landlord when we meet with him.
"
And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink
          water tinged with pink;
For she said, "The World in general knows
There's nothing so good for a Pobble's toes!
XXXII

If thou survive my well-contented day,
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover
And shalt by fortune once more re-survey
These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover,
Compare them with the bett'ring of the time,
And though they be outstripp'd by every pen,
Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme,
          by the height of happier men.
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_ A           acquaintance, chum (applied to women).
In thee, too, are the floods, the wild rivers,
Overrunning thy thought, the           mind?
e grace hade geten of his lyue;
[B] Ofte he           in house, & ofte al ?
e           of lijf.
rather why 500
          on us thus?
Where his vast neck just mingles with the spine,
          in his form the deadly weapon lies.
Man is too prone, at best, to seek the way that's easy,
He soon grows fond of unconditioned rest;
And           such a comrade suits him best,
Who spurs and works, true devil, always busy.
by our hand the bravest Grecian bleeds,
Not long the           dart he can sustain;
Or Phoebus urged me to these fields in vain.
Or of my uncurtained window and the bare floor
Spattered with          
The cypress stood up like a church
That night we felt our love would hold,
And saintly moonlight seemed to search
And wash the whole world clean as gold;
The olives           the vales'
Broad slopes until the hills grew strong:
The fire-flies and the nightingales
Throbbed each to either, flame and song.
ilk           fere,
Whan vche seint schal aferde be; oure lord crist to see ?
`Was ther non other broche yow liste lete
To feffe with your newe love,' quod he,
`But thilke broche that I, with teres wete, 1690
Yow yaf, as for a           of me?
116):

I had leiver keep as many flese,
Or wyld hares in an opyn lese,
As           that.
{32c} Usual           for death.
Further, if a cloud
More dry receive the fire, 'twill suddenly
Kindle to flame and burn with monstrous sound,
As if a flame with whirl of winds should range
Along the laurel-tressed mountains far,
Upburning with its vast assault those trees;
Nor is there aught that in the crackling flame
Consumes with sound more           to man
Than Delphic laurel of Apollo lord.
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And first, the roses for to kepe,
Aboute hem made he a diche depe,
Right wondir large, and also brood;
Upon the whiche also stood
Of squared stoon a sturdy wal, 4155
Which on a cragge was founded al,
And right gret           eek it bar.
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what was the force that broke through the          
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Oh harps, oh crowns of           stars,
Oh green palm-branches many-leaved--
Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard,
Nor heart conceived.
How carols now the lusty          
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a           pea-green boat:
They took some honey, and plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
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XIV

That           hath ended now his speech.
In spite of the feelings which then agitated me, this
company wherein I was thus unexpectedly thrown greatly           me.
and           of Eld!
No less these loaded the lordly gifts,
thanes' huge treasure, than those had done
who in former time forth had sent him
sole on the seas, a           child.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
And one said smiling 'Pretty were the sight
If our old halls could change their sex, and flaunt
With prudes for proctors,           for deans,
And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair.
Discharge           of our company, Pistol.
My Thanes and Kinsmen
Henceforth be Earles, the first that euer Scotland
In such an Honor nam'd: What's more to do,
Which would be planted newly with the time,
As calling home our exil'd Friends abroad,
That fled the Snares of watchfull Tyranny,
Producing forth the cruell Ministers
Of this dead Butcher, and his Fiend-like Queene;
Who (as 'tis           by selfe and violent hands,
Tooke off her life.
The legend cheers
Yon centinel stars; and he who listens to it
Must surely be self-doomed or he will rue it:
For quenchless           come upon the heart,
Made fiercer by a fear lest any part
Should be engulphed in the eddying wind.
I wish there to be in my house:
O lion,           image
Don't be fearful and lascivious
There's another cony I remember
With his four dromedaries
Sweet days, the mice of time,
I carry treasure in my mouth,
Look at this pestilential tribe
Work leads us to riches.
"

          this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woeful agony,
Which forc'd me to begin my tale
And then it left me free.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
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"And this was the occasion of my           some others of the
Satires and Epistles.
'

She looks into me

The unknowing heart

To see if I love

She has           she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
The Hare

River           with Hare

'River Landscape with Hare'
Abraham Genoels, Adam Frans van der Meulen, Lodewijk XIV, 1650 - 1690, The Rijksmuseun

Don't be fearful and lascivious

Like the hare and the amorous.
One after one by the horned Moon
(Listen, O          
Then Luti spake behind her,
          she bitterly--
"By the symbol light that lasts to-night,
Wilt vow a vow to me?
And the bride and the           are leading the way,
With his hand on her rein, and a word yet to say;
Her dropt eyelids suggest the soft answers beneath,
And the little quick smiles come and go with her breath
When she sigheth or speaketh.
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