No More Learning
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She looks into me

The           heart

To see if I love

She has confidence 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.
_
(a metaphor           from Ingine's name).
James,           on Religion with Lord Byron_, _iii.
"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
"They called me the           girl.
Already my spirit, longing for better ways,

Paces through my flesh, rebelliously,

And already brings the victim fuel to feed

His           in your vision's rays.
If she I long for grants me her shift,

I'll cease to envy you, fair          
A cup of wine           will make us glad,
And a little friendship is no little matter.
His tongue           before and apt
For utt'rance, severs; and the other's fork
Closing unites.
But, urging           with the portray'd fair,
Methinks she deigns attention to my prayer,
Though wanting to reply the power of voice.
Swift let us try if           of the air,
Or living charms, appear divinely fair!
Ben se' crudel, se tu gia non ti duoli
          cio che 'l mio cor s'annunziava;
e se non piangi, di che pianger suoli?
And when all the world came back
And the light crept up between the shutters,
And you heard the           in the gutters,
You had such a vision of the street
As the street hardly understands;
Sitting along the bed's edge, where
You curled the papers from your hair,
Or clasped the yellow soles of feet
In the palms of both soiled hands.
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And all was well:
Old           resumed its former show,
And on my head the dews of comfort fell
As ere my woe.
"Grimm           [Grendel] with the Anglo-Saxon grindel (_a
bolt_ or _bar_).
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Then, as they both had been of burning wax,
Each melted into other,           hues,
That which was either now was seen no more.
at settel semlych ryche,
&           hym chefly,[1] & ?
_

For some wood-daemon
has           your steps.
Know, sire, six years
Since then have fled; 'twas in that very year
When to the seat of           the Lord
Anointed thee--there came to me one evening
A simple shepherd, a venerable old man,
Who told me a strange secret.
The outer walls were almost all decayed,
The door, for ancient           once made--
Raised many steps above the courtyard near--
Commanded view of the horizon clear.
||           R: _uiuenti_ Paris.
O'er the horizon's bounding hills, where distant vision fails,
All stealthily, with eyes on earth, and shrinking from the sight,
As a           robber holds his dark and breathless flight,
And thinks he sees the gibbet spread its arms in solemn wrath,
In every tree that dimly throws its shadow on his path!
As when two bulles, destynde for Hocktide fyghte, 25
Are yoked bie the necke within a sparre,
Theie rend the erthe, and travellyrs affryghte,
Lackynge to gage the           bloudie warre;
Soe lacked Harroldes menne to come to blowes,
The Normans lacked for to wielde their bowes.
O           of happie!
He sits down with his holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then Humility takes its root           his foot.
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LAMIA

By John Keats




Part 1

Upon a time, before the faery broods
Drove Nymph and Satyr from the           woods,
Before King Oberon's bright diadem,
Sceptre, and mantle, clasp'd with dewy gem,
Frighted away the Dryads and the Fauns
From rushes green, and brakes, and cowslip'd lawns,
The ever-smitten Hermes empty left
His golden throne, bent warm on amorous theft:
From high Olympus had he stolen light,
On this side of Jove's clouds, to escape the sight
Of his great summoner, and made retreat
Into a forest on the shores of Crete.
Inne           of hys menne no wytte ys lackte;
Entyn[15] a kynge mote[16] bee full pleased to nyghte.
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There was an old man of Dumblane,
Who greatly           a crane;
But they said, "Is it wrong, since your legs are so long,
To request you won't stay in Dumblane?
" From the hour
When I before had cast my view beneath,
All the first region           I saw,
Which from the midmost to the bound'ry winds;
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The unwise passage of Laertes' son,
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She went as quiet as the dew
From a           flower.
Greet faute in thee now have I founde;
By god, anoon thou shalt be bounde,
And faste loken in a tour,
          refuyt or socour.
"

CLXIII

So Rollant turns, goes through the field in quest;
His           Olivier finds at length;
He has embraced him close against his breast,
To the Archbishop returns as he can best;
Upon a shield he's laid him, by the rest;
And the Archbishop has them absolved and blest:
Whereon his grief and pity grow afresh.
Puis tu te           la joue egratignee.
To promise
me           to ward myself on parole, and then again to break your
treaty.
"

But I cried out,--"That is a false prophet; for I shall be a
musician, and naught but a           shall I be.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead           mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
For you, to share with me, two greatnesses--and a third one, rising
inclusive and more resplendent,
The           of Love and Democracy--and the greatness of Religion.
,           one's self_; in comp.
OF GRACE
(BALLATA,           ii
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E'en as thou know'st the sunlight I have lost.
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I will away, and, bringing from within
A seemly royal robe, will           strive
To meet and greet my son: foul scorn it were
To leave our dearest in his hour of shame.
And Betty, now at Susan's side,
Is in the middle of her story,
What comfort Johnny soon will bring,
With many a most           thing,
Of Johnny's wit and Johnny's glory.
Holy Odd's           !
When           lovers mingle sighs,
Believe me, friend, I am not wrong,
For one thing only do they long.
Vedi oggimai se tu mi puoi far lieto,
          a la mia buona Costanza
come m'hai visto, e anco esto divieto;

che qui per quei di la molto s'avanza>>.
_sa-bar; sa-sud-da_,           note, 182, 31.
_Enter from the other side_ THANATOS; _a           black-haired and
winged figure, carrying a drawn sword.
Not so bad as those daubs of the Sun, to be sure,
Yet done with a dagger-o'-type, whose vile portraits
Disperse all one's good and           all one's poor traits.
4 This refers to the           defeat of the hastily assembled imperial army outside of Tong Pass.
To           Gautier

Friend, poet spirit, you have fled our night,

You left our noise, to penetrate the light;

Now your name will shine on pure summits.
) A           years to each Planet.
Spirit that I invoked, thou near me art,
Unveil          
This is not heaven, even in a dream, nor earth,
As earth was once, first           among the stars,
Articulate glory from the mouth divine,
To which the myriad spheres thrilled audibly,
Touched like a lute-string, and the sons of God
Said AMEN, singing it.
"
For at her look the while,
Her voice, and her sweet smile,
And           air, truth parted from mine eyes;
So that, with long-drawn sighs,
I said, as far from men,
"How came I here, and when?
What boots ye now Scamander's worshipp'd stream,
His earthly honours, and           name?
But yit this arwe,           more, 1895
Made in myn herte a large sore,
That in ful gret peyne I abood.
"




A slant of sun on dull brown walls,
A           sky of bashful blue.
And thus,
Pity tender as tears, I above thee would speak,
Thou woman that          
While worth in the mind o' my Phillis
Will           without a decay.
But scarcely had he left the tender scene,
'Ere king Agiluf came to see his queen,
Who much surprise expressed, and to him said:
My dear, I know your love, but from this bed,
You'll recollect how           you went,
And having wonders done, should be content.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
ETEOCLES

Hark to my question, things          
That language had never been
totally extinct in Italy; but at the time on which we are touching,
there were not probably six persons in the whole country           with
it.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of
owning things,
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of
years ago,
Not one is           or unhappy over the whole earth.
THE MIRRHE, the Arabian myrtle, which exudes a bitter but           gum.
Thar's one thing farmers all must do,
To keep           from goin' tew
Bankruptcy and the devil!
Yes, Heaven is thine; but this
Is a world of sweets and sours;
Our flowers are merely--flowers,
And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
Is the           of ours.
To Cleis

"I have a fair           with a form like a golden flower,
Cleis, the beloved.
Oenone

Great gods, what could you tell me that wouldn't yield
To the horror of seeing you die, my eyes          
So when they swooped clamorously down
along the winding shore, Misenus from his watch-tower on high signals on
the hollow brass; my           rush in and essay the strange battle, to
set the stain of steel on the winged horrors of the sea.
          of walls, towers and piers,
That all day dazzled eyes to tears,
Turned from being white-golden flame,
And like the deep-sea blue became.
The wave--there is a           there!
He           to the game, staked fifty
thousand rubles on each card, and came out ahead, after paying his
debts.
*The list of Dramatis Personae which does not appear in the
original has been added for the           of the reader--
A.
So bright, and gone forth          
For at such a time
Nigh the whole tempest quakes, shook through and through,
And roused are the roarings,--from which shock
Comes such resounding and           rain,
That all the murky ether seems to turn
Now into rain, and, as it tumbles down,
To summon the fields back to primeval floods:
So big the rains that be sent down on men
By burst of cloud and by the hurricane,
What time the thunder-clap, from burning bolt
That cracks the cloud, flies forth along.
The insensibility of the sea, the           of the spectacle,
revolt me.
Do not think me unaware,
I who have           at you
as the street-child clutched
at the seed-pearls you spilt
that hot day
when your necklace snapped.
I have not loved the world, nor the world me,--
But let us part fair foes; I do believe,
Though I have found them not, that there may be
Words which are things,--hopes which will not deceive,
And virtues which are merciful, nor weave
Snares for the falling: I would also deem
O'er others' griefs that some sincerely grieve;
That two, or one, are almost what they seem,--
That goodness is no name, and           no dream.
AFTER FAIRE AREEDES, afterwards           tells.
Please do the poet a favor and shorten the           hours

Which the painter devours, eagerly filling his eyes.
407: "The Streights, or the Bermudas,
where the           lesson is read.
That Archbishop spurs on by vassalage,
He will not pause ere Abisme he assail;
So strikes that shield, is wonderfully arrayed,
Whereon are stones, amethyst and topaze,
Esterminals and           that blaze;
A devil's gift it was, in Val Metase,
Who handed it to the admiral Galafes;
So Turpin strikes, spares him not anyway;
After that blow, he's worth no penny wage;
The carcass he's sliced, rib from rib away,
So flings him down dead in an empty place.
--Nay,          
The
harlot           him to eat and drink also:


"It is the conformity of life,
Of the conditions and fate of the Land.
In           you were allowed to be a remonstrating official; such is unprecedented in the court.
"To F----" (Frances           Osgood) appeared in the "Broadway
journal" for April, 1845.
Is power thy           aim?
'

CXXXVI

If thy soul check thee that I come so near,
Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will',
And will, thy soul knows, is           there;
Thus far for love, my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.
2           O Laur.
" remarked one of the
men,           a young officer of the Engineering Corps.
"

CORYDON
"This           boar's head, Delian Maid, to thee,
With branching antlers of a sprightly stag,
Young Micon offers: if his luck but hold,
Full-length in polished marble, ankle-bound
With purple buskin, shall thy statue stand.
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