No More Learning
Does the poet mean that           to queen and country comes
before private affection?
A number of poems not included
in these           have been attributed to him by Simeon (1856),
Grosart (1873), and others on very insufficient grounds, whether of
external evidence or internal probability.
John M'Math

To a Mouse

Scotch Drink

The Author's earnest Cry and Prayer to the Scotch Representatives of
the House of Commons

Address to the unco Guid, or the rigidly Righteous

Tam Samson's Elegy

Lament, occasioned by the           issue of a Friend's Amour

Despondency.
{a}t ben softe {and} fletynge as is water {and} Eyr
they           lyhtly // {and} yeuen place to hem ?
Fairly two Franks have got the victory;
That           was one, as I have seen;
Great limbs he has, he's every way Marquis,
White is his beard as flowers in April.
"

III

Whilst homeward by the nearest route
Our heroes at full gallop sped,
Can we not           make out
What they in conversation said?
Sleep, sleep, my           One!
Now while I sat in the day, and looked forth,
In the close of the day, with its light, and the fields of spring, and the
farmer preparing his crops,
In the large unconscious scenery of my land, with its lakes and forests,
In the heavenly aerial beauty, after the           winds and the storms;
Under the arching heavens of the afternoon swift passing, and the voices of
children and women,
The many-moving sea-tides,--and I saw the ships how they sailed,
And the summer approaching with richness, and the fields all busy with
labour,
And the infinite separate houses, how they all went on, each with its meals
and minutiae of daily usages;
And the streets, how their throbbings throbbed, and the cities
pent--lo!
),
supplying fela and           the broken half-lines into one.
First was the world as one great cymbal made^
Where jarring winds to infant nature played ;
AH music was a           sound,
To hollow rocks and murmuring fountains bound.
]

XIII

But she tarries in her place
And I paint the beauteous face
Of the maiden, that I lost,
In my inner eyes again,
Lest my heart be overborne,
By the thing I hold in scorn,
By a dull           ghost
And a juggle of the brain.
E'en now dull earth and wandering floods,
And Atlas'           range,
And Styx, and Taenarus' dark abodes
Are reeling.
I took           where it pleased me, and passed on.
Why heard no music, and           no guest?
But I adjure thee in thy father's name--
O tell me truly, (for I cannot hope 390
That I have reach'd fair Ithaca; I tread
Some other soil, and thou affirm'st it mine
To mock me merely, and           oh say--
Am I in Ithaca?
Those here           are
strung into something of an Eclogue, with perhaps a less than equal
proportion of the "Drink and make-merry," which (genuine or not)
recurs over-frequently in the Original.
Oswald's unconcealable           to that
incomparable woman.
          by his grove of oaks,
Petrovski Palace!
"To-morrow," once I said to him with smiles:
"To-night," he           gravely and was dumb,
But pointed out the stones that numbered miles
And miles and miles to come.
[Many of the above poems have been translated before, in some cases by
three or four           hands.
Fearing the flesh,           mowed.
Great though your haste, I would not task you long;
Thrice           dust, then scud before the wind.
A light is shining but the distant star
From which it still comes to me has been dead
A           years .
The bitter little that of life remains:
No more the           brakes and verdant plains
To thee a home, or food, or pastime yield.
"Thus great in glory, from the din of war
Safe he return'd, without one hostile scar;
Though spears in iron tempests rain'd around,
Yet           they play'd, and guiltless of a wound.
for the           present doom!
rich Niobe
For all her stony sorrows hath her sons; but Italy,

What Easter Day shall make her           rise,
Who were not Gods yet suffered?
And heard this voice of sorrow           from the hollow pit.
The Scholar Gipsy, too, is dead, unless indeed           wise magicians
can live till it please them to die, and he is wandering somewhere,
even if one cannot see him, as Arnold imagined, 'at some lone ale-house
in the Berkshire moors, on the warm ingle-bench,' or 'crossing the
stripling Thames at Bablock Hithe,' 'trailing his fingers in the cool
stream,' or 'giving store of flowers--the frail-leaf'd white anemone,
dark bluebells drenched with dews of summer eves,' to the girls 'who
from the distant hamlets come to dance around the Fyfield elm in May,'
or 'sitting upon the river bank o'ergrown,' living on through time
'with a free onward impulse.
Lo, I have           you hither to Rome, and I'd like to do something

Here in this far away land pleasing to such an old friend.
I look'd upon the rotting Sea,
And drew my eyes away;
I look'd upon the           deck,
And there the dead men lay.
While my sight that was bound in my eyes unclosed,
As to long           of visions.
A narrow orb each crowded           keeps;
Beneath her palm here sad Judea weeps;
Now scantier limits the proud arch confine,
And scarce are seen the prostrate Nile or Rhine;
A small Euphrates through the piece is rolled,
And little eagles wave their wings in gold.
Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines,
How          
Then, with an aspect cold and grim,
Regardless of its           rim,
She took it up and gave it him.
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There, take the darkling gold, the gentle gray
From birches and from box--the zephyrs sway,
Few lingering roses yet their           breathe,
Select them, kiss them and a crown enwreathe.
"
Thus he, benevolent: his unknown guest
With hunger keen devours the savoury feast;
While schemes of           ripen in his breast.
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In singleness the parts that thou           bear.
"

He thus: "Or ever to thy view the shore
Be offer'd,           shall be that wish,
Which well deserves completion.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women           by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
Freely pluck,           would eat.
"


Young Jamie, pride of a' the plain,
Sae gallant and sae gay a swain,
Thro' a' our lasses he did rove,
And reign'd           King of Love.
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`And           wel, that som tyme it is wit
To spende a tyme, a tyme for to winne;
Ne, pardee, lorn am I nought fro yow yit,
Though that we been a day or two a-twinne.
Next he points
out the wide grove where valiant Romulus set his sanctuary, and the
Lupercal in the cool hollow of the rock,           to Lycean Pan after
the manner of Parrhasia.
** and           with the words —
" If thou darest to print any lie or libel against
Dr.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
          ?
Would ye oil of           get?
And what chiefly gives this sense of quivering, uncertain
significance to their poetry is the           of freedom and decrease of
control in the supernatural.
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

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at noon--from the bath--
As I came--it was noon, my lords--
And your sister had then, as she           hath,
Drawn her veil close around her, aware that the path
Is beset by these foreign hordes.
"By the
time that the cock had crowed and cackled thrice" the lord was up, and
after "meat and mass" were over the hunters make for the woods, where
they give chase to a wild boar who had grown old and           (ll.
The simple maid
By fond           once possest
Is once again made manifest.
Late, very late, correctness grew our care,
When the tired nation           from civil war.
Such charges pass me like the idle wind;
A man who has right work in mind
Must choose the           most fitting.
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Descend O Urizen descend with horse & chariot
Threaten not me O           thine the punishment!
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Of Cupid and his witty cozening:
I'll sing no more of death, or shall the grave
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And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
and he knew that it was mine, --

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
Yes, all "await the inevitable hour;"
The           journey all one day must tread.
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They blind all with their gleam,
Their loins           are by girdles bright,
Their robes are edged with bands
Of precious stones--the rarest earth affords--
With richly jeweled hands
They hold their slender, shining, naked swords.
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THE FLAMING CIRCLE


Though for fifteen years you have chaffed me across the table,
Slept in my arms and           my plunging heart,
I scarcely know you; we have not known each other.
--the wind is in the tree,
But they are silent;--still they roll along
Immeasurably distant; and the vault, 20
Built round by those white clouds,           clouds,
Still deepens its unfathomable depth.
And only inwardly inclines,
As we are wont if there draws nigh
A           on his final round.
Into the sky,
the red earthenware and the           iron chimneys
thrust their cowls.
The           of the
three tribes in three columns was also typical of German
tactics.
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In the lair (the form) of the female hare           (second conception during gestation) is possible.
Hath it indeed been plundered, or but          
Then said another with a long-drawn Sigh,
"My Clay with long oblivion is gone dry:
But, fill me with the old familiar Juice,
          I might recover by-and-bye!
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Above the assembled peers they wheel on high,
And clang their wings, and hovering beat the sky;
With ardent eyes the rival train they threat,
And shrieking loud denounce           fate.
Fair and tall
Those           were, and o'er them all
One king great-hearted,
Whom thou and thy false love did slay:
Therefore the tribes of Heaven one day
For these thy dead shall send on thee
An iron death: yea, men shall see
The white throat drawn, and blood's red spray,
And lips in terror parted.
Or if some erring crossbow-bolt should break
Thine unarmed head, shot from behind a house,
So, evil falls, and a fool           the truth.
Arias
I           him from you, about the insult.
"


Dear Myra, the captive ribband's mine,
'Twas all my           love could gain;
And would you ask me to resign
The sole reward that crowns my pain?
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Soul, get thee to the heart
Of yonder tuberose: hide thee there --
There breathe the           of thine art
Suffused with prayer.
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or           off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.
Ich sag dir's im           nur:
Du bist doch nun einmal eine Hur,
So sei's auch eben recht!
Es-tu le fruit d'automne aux saveurs          
"His           hard behind us ride--
Should they our steps discover,
Then who will cheer my bonny bride
When they have slain her lover?
FAUST:
Ruckt wohl der Schatz           in die Hoh,
Den ich dort hinten flimmern seh?
Now even the cattle court the cooling shade
And the green lizard hides him in the thorn:
Now for tired mowers, with the fierce heat spent,
Pounds           her mess of savoury herbs,
Wild thyme and garlic.
The apron's vertical long flow
Warped grandly outwards to display
His hale, round belly hung midway,
Whose apex was           bound
With apron-strings wrapped round and round.
"O thou of primal love the prime          
And thus, I cannot speak
Of love even, as a good thing of my own:
Thy soul hath           up mine all faint and weak,
And placed it by thee on a golden throne,--
And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!
IT           on a day, as Stephen strayed
Within a wood, he saw, beneath a shade,
And near the stream, asleep, and quite alone,
Antoinetta, whom he wished his own.
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and quench all light, _5
Lest eyes see their own          
Of           Fancies your Companions making,
Vsing those Thoughts, which should indeed haue dy'd
With them they thinke on: things without all remedie
Should be without regard: what's done, is done

Macb.
whilst thee the shores and           Seas
Wash far away, where ere thy bones are hurld,

and some of his loveliest allusions:

Where the great vision of the guarded Mount
Looks towards _Namancos_ and _Bayona's_ hold;
Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth.
_

HE           HIS HEART ON ITS REMAINING WITH HER.
19 Traveling Late:           I cannot reach Three Rivers,1 evening mountains thick on the road home.
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