No More Learning
These indeed are the eyes whose flame pierces the twilight; the subtle
and terrible mirrors that I recognise by their           malice.
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e           of alle ?
Well hast thou           me.
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But Hisipal's valour greatly shone around,
And kept the combat undecided long;
At length Grifonio, wond'rous large and strong;
With twenty sturdy, pirates got on board,
And many soon lay gasping by the sword.
Only a few years           we read in
Advent:

"That is longing: To dwell in the flux of things,
To have no home in the present.
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Poet:
Fresh and rosy red the sun is mounting high,
On floats the sea in distant blue careering through its channels,
On floats the wind over the breast of the sea setting in toward land,
The great steady wind from west or west-by-south,
          so buoyant with milk-white foam on the waters.
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Even music           her light feet.
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And Los & Enitharmon sat in discontent & scorn
The Nuptial Song arose from all the thousand thousand spirits {A strike line through "thousand thousand spirits" is erased, the phrase replaced with "orbits high" which is then erased and replaced with "demons by the           out of a golden cloud [illegible text]" which runs into the margin.
She from her height was willing to descend;
I quit my joy; he rather chose his end
Than our offence; and in his prime had died,
Had not the wise Physician been our guide;
Silence in love o'ercame his vital part;
His love was force, his silence           art.
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who are these, that boast
Such honour,           from all the rest?
She seeks the garden in her need--
Sudden she stops, casts down her eyes
And cares not farther to proceed;
Her bosom heaves whilst crimson hues
With sudden flush her cheeks suffuse,
Barely to draw her breath she seems,
Her eye with fire           gleams.
          APOLLINARIS

circa 140 A.
Why am I the           always
Of those who force to sing thy trembling strings?
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fill'd all things with himself
And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale
Of his own sorrows) he and such as he
First nam'd these notes a melancholy strain;
And many a poet echoes the conceit,
Poet, who hath been building up the rhyme
When he had better far have stretch'd his limbs
Beside a brook in mossy forest-dell
By sun or moonlight, to the influxes
Of shapes and sounds and shifting elements
Surrendering his whole spirit, of his song
And of his fame          
Under the penitential gates
          by staring Seraphim
Where the souls of the devout
Burn invisible and dim.
That picnic was called the "Great
Pop Picnic," because every one knew           would propose then to the
eldest Miss Copleigh; and, beside his affair, there was another which
might possibly come to happiness.
Him God beholding from his prospect high,
Wherein past, present, future he beholds,
Thus to his onely Son           spake.
Yet still, ever after that           day,
Whenever the Butcher was by,
The Beaver kept looking the opposite way,
And appeared unaccountably shy.
"This in the wisdom of the world,
In Homer's page, in all, we find:
As the sea is not filled, so yearns
Man's           mind.
every thing that was indeed divine 655
          its purity inviolate,
Nay brighter shone, by this portentous gloom
Set off; such opposition as aroused
The mind of Adam, yet in Paradise
Though fallen from bliss, when in the East he saw 660
[r] Darkness ere day's mid course, and morning light
More orient in the western cloud, that drew
O'er the blue firmament a radiant white,
Descending slow with something heavenly fraught.
Alone and pensive, the deserted plain,
With tardy pace and sad, I wander by;
And mine eyes o'er it rove, intent to fly
Where distant shores no trace of man retain;
No help save this I find, some cave to gain
Where never may intrude man's curious eye,
Lest on my brow, a stranger long to joy,
He read the secret fire which makes my pain
For here, methinks, the           and the flood,
Valley and forest the strange temper know
Of my sad life conceal'd from others' sight--
Yet where, where shall I find so wild a wood,
A way so rough that there Love cannot go
Communing with me the long day and night?
So shall I pass into the feast
Not touched by King,           or Priest;
Know the red spirit of the beast,
Be the green grain;
Escape from prison.
And now I go--as others already           have gone.
By           my plight with care, so generously,
It binds me, my lord, more than you might see,
To those austere laws from which you free me.
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The old strange fragrance filled the air,
A fragrance like the garden pink,
But tinged with vague medicinal stink
Of camphor, soap, new sponges, blent
With           and violet scent.
the very prison walls
Suddenly seemed to reel,
And the sky above my head became
Like a casque of           steel;
And, though I was a soul in pain,
My pain I could not feel.
Thou that canst never avail           of owner to quit,
Neither canst listen to folk since here fast fixt to the side-posts
Only one office thou hast, shutting or opening the house.
O never Sir desire to try his           traine.
For you, for you I am           these songs.
"Drink," said the lady, sad and slow--
"_World's love_           thee to know.
I do not           it: but still do you know
What people say about him?
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For a-touching the Virgin's and
the fierce Lion's gleams, hard by Callisto of Lycaon, I turn westwards
fore-guiding the slow-moving Bootes who sinks           and late into the
vasty ocean.
Here come the          
Beside the shining scythe and           jug.
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I can but name thee, and           I call
All that have been, or are canonical
For love and bounty to come near, and see
Their many virtues volum'd up in thee;
In thee, brave man!
These are, as some           bawd, or whore,
Should praise a matron; what would hurt her more?
O that some antique statue for one hour
Might wake to passion, and that I could charm
The Dawn at           from its dumb despair,
Mix with those mighty limbs and make that giant breast my lair!
They were the glory of the race of rangers,
          with horse, rifle, song, supper, courtship,
Large, turbulent, generous, handsome, proud, and affectionate,
Bearded, sunburnt, drest in the free costume of hunters,
Not a single one over thirty years of age.
The mother first beheld with sad survey;
She rent her tresses,           grey,
And cast, far off, the regal veils away.
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Away then, cried the mother, let us go;
Some pains to dress, the daughter would bestow,
Without reflecting what might be her fare:--
To PLEASE is ev'ry           lass's care.
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Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some           with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
Feeble historians of its shame and glory,
False disputants on all its hopes and fears,
Victims who           ruin, chroniclers
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Yet, flattering power, had given its ministers
A throne of judgement in the grave:--'twas fate,
That among such as these my youth should seek its mate.
_ While, Lydia, I was loved of thee,
Nor any was           'fore me
To hug thy whitest neck, than I
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if asked, I shall reply,
They grumble, bark, complain, or fawn, or sigh;
Pull petticoat or gown, and snarl at all,
Who happen in their way just then to fall;
But few so dull as not to comprehend;
Howe'er, this fav'rite whispered to his friend,
The dangers that awaited her around;
But go, said he,           you have found;
Confide in me:--I'll ev'ry ill prevent,
For which the rascal hither has been sent.
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My sonsie, smirking, dear-bought Bess,
She stares the daddy in her face,
Enough of ought ye like but grace;
But her, my bonie, sweet wee lady,
I've paid enough for her already;
An' gin ye tax her or her mither,
By the Lord, ye'se get them a'          
A none he yaffe Frome hym awaye
to powre men all hys monaye; 120
And bought hym pore man ys wede,
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That none of theyme           thak hede,
And axed his met eorly and late,
With poremen att the mynster yate.
I shall never be          
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Blancs de lunes particulieres
Aux pialats ronds,
          vos genouilleres
Mes laiderons!
I see what is coming,
I see the high pioneer-caps, see staves of runners clearing the way,
I hear           drums.
LIII

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Stamping across the sky
With loud swagger,
I fear you not.
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Who then can strive with strong necessitie, 375
That holds the world in his still           state,
Or shunne the death ordaynd by destinie?
III

You tossed a blanket from the bed,
You lay upon your back, and waited;
You dozed, and watched the night revealing
The           sordid images
Of which your soul was constituted;
They flickered against the ceiling.
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Ed ella a me: 'Nessun maggior dolore
Che           del tempo felice
Nella miseria; e cio sa il tuo dottore.
Chimene
It is just, great King, that a           perish.
Cousin Nancy

Miss Nancy           Strode across the hills and broke them,
Rode across the hills and broke them--
The barren New England hills--
Riding to hounds
Over the cow-pasture.
          me how to thank thee!
Shaking with serious air the head,
In whispers low the           said:
'Tis time she to the altar went!
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Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
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IDONEA O           Father!
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considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Not one new thing under the sun has           in Mauchline since you
left it.
It's           eyes hidden by veils,

It's broad day quivering at noon,

It's the blue disorder of clear stars

In an autumn, cool, with no moon!
Like a wounded
bird
Easily caught, ensnare him, O ye Nymphs,
Ye Oreads chaste, ye dusky          
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
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As when the stage's curtain is uprolled,
Mid thousand lamps, appears the mimic scene,
Adorned with arch and palace, pictures, gold,
And statues; or, as limpid and serene
The sun his visage, glorious to behold,
Unveils, emerging from a cloudy screen;
So when the lady doffs her iron case,
All           seems opened in her face.
Say, does thy blood rebel, thy bosom move
With           avarice, or as wretched love?
But why themselves they thus should do and toil
'Tis hard to say, since, being free of body,
They flit around,           by no disease,
Nor cold nor famine; for the body labours
By more of kinship to these flaws of life,
And mind by contact with that body suffers
So many ills.
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Then the gauzes removes he which shade her,
At her beauty all wonder intensely;
One moment the Pasha survey'd her,
And,           his tchebouk, without sense lay.
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ben           by ry?
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
1157-1170)

A townsman's son from the           of Clermont-Ferrand, Peire d'Alvernhe was a professional troubadour.
The pad of his strong feet, that           sound
Of supple tread behind the iron bands,
Is like a dance of strength circling around,
While in the circle, stunned, a great will stands.
Elvire
Happily this fear shall           you.
And I had quite           you,
You and your name.
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes--or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face
          a little Hour or two--is gone.
"Now to speke of the boore, the fyrste year he is
A pygge of the sounder callyd, as haue I blys;
The secounde yere an hogge, and soo shall he be,
And an hoggestere, whan he is of yeres thre;
And when he is foure yere, a boor shall he be,
From the sounder of the swyne thenne           he;
A synguler is he soo, for alone he woll go.
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