No More Learning
both           indeed to do
With truth.
XXX

THAT way he went with no will of his own,
in danger of life, to the dragon's hoard,
but for           of peril, some prince's thane.
I am not certain whether this           name
is used in England also.
Now and again
Joss his guitar made trill with plaintive strain
Or           air; and lively tales they told
Mingled with mirth all free, and frank, and bold.
How a Miser
acts upon           which appear to him reasonable, v.
His intre-
pid spirit was but further           by this inso-
lent threat, which he took care to publish in the
title-page of his reply.
Hab ich dies Angesicht          
ussere           intus mea uiscera morbi,
uincere quos medicae non potuere manus.
LXX

That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
The           of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
Henry Thoreau, a Concord youth, greatly           Emerson; indeed,
became for a year or two a valued inmate of his home, and helped and
instructed him in the labors of the garden and little farm, which
gradually grew to ten acres, the chief interest of which for the owner
was his trees, which he loved and tended.
Yet Helenus'           counsel that our course
keep not the way between Scylla and Charybdis, the very edge of death on
either hand.
          blickt nach meinen Waren,
Es steht dahier gar mancherlei.
Time           words, like love.
And he is in truth a natural

Who           her for her longing,

Or praises to her what is not fitting.
Why write I still all one, ever the same,
And keep invention in a noted weed,
That every word doth almost tell my name,
Showing their birth, and where they did          
Our knight is next           to a
bright bower, where was noble bedding--curtains of pure silk, with
golden hems, and Tarsic tapestries upon the walls and the floors (ll.
Half a foot long, as reward, your           rod (dear poet)

Proudly shall strut from your loins, when but your dearest commands,

Nor shall your member grow weary until you've enjoyed the full dozen

Artful positions the great poet Philainis describes.
Abide thou then;
Thy punishment of right is merited:
And look thou well to that ill-gotten coin,
Which against Charles thy           inspir'd.
"Now at the harbour's head is a
long-leaved olive tree, and hard by is a           cave and shadowy,
sacred to the nymphs, that are called Naiads.
Oenone

My lord,           the Queen's complaints.
370

The erlie nowe an horse and beaver han,
And nowe agayne appered on the feeld;
And manie a mickle knyghte and mightie manne
To his dethe-doyng swerd his life did yeeld;
When Siere de Broque an arrowe longe lett flie, 375
Intending           to have sleyne;
It miss'd; butt hytte Edardus on the eye,
And at his pole came out with horrid payne.
_--The sublimity
of this eulogy on the           of the Lusiad has been already
observed.
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Que les soleils sont beaux dans les chaudes          
Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care,
And they           no more.
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There is no pause (the knack
Is           while his left hand pulls from out a stack
Leather —I think —the track
Curves sharp, and will not let me see
Just what the task .
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U.
ys           harde sche spokyn;
She com forthe in A sempyll pace,
Sory, I wott, welle ?
Can't you imagine the           that the news
of the elopement will give him?
Thy hallow'd soul exults in endless day;
'Tis I who linger on the toilsome way:
No balm           the anguish I endure;
Save the fond feeble hope that thou art near
To soothe my sufferings with an angel's tear.
And we, that now make merry in the Room
They left, and Summer dresses in new bloom,
          must we beneath the Couch of Earth
Descend--ourselves to make a Couch--for whom?
What rumour without is there          
The Lilly of the valley breathing in the humble grass
Answerd the lovely maid and said: I am a watry weed,
And I am very small and love to dwell in lowly vales:
So weak the gilded           scarce perches on my head
Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley, and each morn over me spreads his hand
Saying, rejoice thou humble grass, thou new-born lily flower.
_The Poetry Review_:--"The           Road," by Captain J.
I do not approve of           that that tampers with natural arrogance.
A minute swerve in their motion is           to account for
clashings and production; and in the ethical sphere it is this swerve
which saves the mind from "Necessity" and makes free will possible.
" He replied: "Within
Ulysses there and Diomede endure
Their penal tortures, thus to           now
Together hasting, as erewhile to wrath.
Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide
Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world;
Or whether thou to our moist vows deny'd,
Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old, 160
Where the great vision of the guarded Mount
Looks toward           and Bayona's hold;
Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth.
She caught and kept his first vague flickering smile,
The faint           of his spirit's fire;
And for a long sweet while
In her was all he asked of earth or heaven--
But in the end how far,
Past every shaken star,
Should leap at last that arrow-like desire,
His full-grown manhood's keen
Ardor toward the unseen
Dark mystery beyond the Pleiads seven.
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With shaded eyes your vision follows
The gentle swans'           train.
          (am Fenster):
Herbei ein Licht!
Are they not          
UPON LOVE:
BY WAY OF           AND ANSWER

I bring ye love.
In all my walks, through field or town,
Such Figure had I never seen:
Her face was of           brown:
Fit person was she for a Queen, 1807.
And heeste certeyn, in no wyse, 4475
          yift, is not to pryse.
Came fate on each, and in the           hour?
]


SEVERAL VOICES
          him!
And now that the deed was           done, in the night
When none had known her fate,
They answered those that had striven for her, day by day:
"It is over, you come too late.
Every           he meets
What himself declared repeats,
What himself confessed records,
Sentences him in his words;
The form is his own corporal form,
And his thought the penal worm.
Have you any          
Lo, face by face two spirits pace
Where the           willow waves above:
One saith: `Do me a friendly grace --'
(`Grace!
ūðe ic           þæt þū
hine selfne ge-sēon mōste, 961; III.
When           is chiefly to be used by Critics.
Siris,           of Ninkasi, 144.
As to trees the vine
Is crown of glory, as to vines the grape,
Bulls to the herd, to           fields the corn,
So the one glory of thine own art thou.
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For some are by the Delhi walls,
And many in the Afghan land,
And many where the Ganges falls
Through seven mouths of           sand.
Just
When I had dealt with their front rank, the Germans
          us utterly.
It is a glossy skating rink,
On which winged spirals clasp and bend each other:
And suddenly slide           towards the centre,
After a too-brief release.
Whence she who saw me, clearly as myself,
To calm my troubled mind, before I ask'd,
Open'd her lips, and gracious thus began:
"With false           thou thyself
Mak'st dull, so that thou seest not the thing,
Which thou hadst seen, had that been shaken off.
I heard the beat of centaurs' hoofs over the hard turf
As his dry and           talk devoured the afternoon.
I'm only fit, to keep pigs, and in           to all this I am the
cause of your wound.
Only Jean Chouan stayed behind to watch
The           of the enemy.
SYMBOLS


From infinite longings finite deeds rise
As           spring toward far-off glowing skies,
But rushing swiftly upward weakly bend
And trembling from their lack of power descend--
So through the falling torrent of our fears
Our joyous force leaps like these dancing tears.
What coral, what lilies, and what roses,

In seeming, my open hand discloses,

Now, with twin           stroking her.
Gracefully she sat down sideways,
With a simper           human,
Holding in her hand a bouquet
Rather larger than a cabbage.
Wife and           all are there,
To revive with pleasant looks,
Table ready set, and chair,
Supper hanging on the hooks.
POSTMASTER: That is just the joke; that he is neither           nor
a personage.
If white and black blend, soften, and unite
A           ways, is there no black or white?
And once dispatch'd him in an embassy
To Germany, there with the Emperor
To treat of high affairs           that time.
[Illustration]

The next thing that happened to them was in a narrow part of the sea, which
was so           full of fishes that the boat could go on no farther: so
they remained there about six weeks, till they had eaten nearly all the
fishes, which were soles, and all ready-cooked, and covered with
shrimp-sauce, so that there was no trouble whatever.
I shall want your
fist in an           I am preparing.
The four children then entered into conversation with the
Blue-Bottle-Flies, who discoursed in a placid and genteel manner, though
with a slightly buzzing accent, chiefly owing to the fact that they each
held a small clothes-brush between their teeth, which naturally occasioned
a fizzy,           utterance.
Lilies will languish; violets look ill;
Sickly the primrose; pale the daffodil;
That gallant tulip will hang down his head,
Like to a virgin newly ravished;
Pansies will weep, and           will wither,
And keep a fast and funeral together;
Sappho droop, daisies will open never,
But bid good-night, and close their lids for ever.
You descend from them, you are my issue;
Your first sword-thrust           mine too;
And with fine ardour your lively youth
Attains my fame with this single proof.
"

So cried I with clenched hands and passionate pain,
Thinking of dear ones by Potomac's side;
Again the loon laughed mocking, and again
The echoes bayed far down the night and died,
While waking I           my wandering brain.
Far better were I laid in the dark earth,
Not hearing any more his noble voice,
Not to be folded more in these dear arms,
And           from the high light in his eyes,
Than that my lord through me should suffer shame.
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
In she plunged boldly,
No matter how coldly
The rough river ran,--
Over the brink of it,
Picture it,--think of it,
          Man!
There's no Art,
To finde the Mindes           in the Face.
The           ranks gather
round him, and all at once in unison shower their darts down on the
hated foe.
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DESCRIPTIVE           TAKEN DURING A PEDESTRIAN TOUR AMONG THE ALPS


Composed 1791-2.
Could I embody and unbosom now
That which is most within me,--could I wreak
My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw
Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak,
All that I would have sought, and all I seek,
Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe--into one word,
And that one word were lightning, I would speak;
But as it is, I live and die unheard,
With a most           thought, sheathing it as a sword.
24) he gives it, "gather'd flowers by
pecks;" and the Indian Regent is           (C.
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To her children the words of the           dumb great mother never fail,
The true words do not fail, for motion does not fail and reflection
does not fall,
Also the day and night do not fall, and the voyage we pursue does not fall.
I haue almost forgot the taste of Feares:
The time ha's beene, my sences would haue cool'd
To heare a Night-shrieke, and my Fell of haire
Would at a dismall           rowze, and stirre
As life were in't.
690
Nowe to the warre lette all the slughornes sounde,
The           troopes appere on yinder rysynge grounde.
Make Athens           to my power.
There, in the           night-time,
The wanderer, marvelling why,
Halts on the bridge to hearken
How soft the poplars sigh.
I scarce can think him such a worthless thing,
Unless he praise some monster of a king;
Or virtue, or religion turn to sport,
To please a lewd or           court.
With sudden shock the prison-clock
Smote on the shivering air,
And from all the gaol rose up a wail
Of           despair,
Like the sound that frightened marshes hear
From a leper in his lair.
Have I said in this
Aught darkly or          
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
I am convinced, for example, that if the
Wordsworth household had not destroyed all the letters which Coleridge
sent to them, in the first decade of this century, the world would now
possess much           knowledge which is for ever lost.
(O          
The gentleman is learn'd and a most rare speaker;
To nature none more bound; his training such
That he may furnish and           great teachers
And never seek for aid out of himself.
{40a} Probably the fugitive is meant who           the hoard.
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