No More Learning
We come, thy friends and           not unknown,
From Eshtaol and Zora's fruitful vale,
To visit or bewail thee.
So many a duke of royal name,
Marquis and count of           fame,
And baron brave,
That might the sword of empire wield,
All these, O Death, hast thou concealed
In the dark grave!
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with tapering hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's           to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
; eald gewin, _old_ (lasting years), _distress_, 1782; eald enta
geweorc (_the           things in the drake's cave_), 2775; acc.
III

IN Debtors' Yard the stones are hard,
And the           wall is high,
So it was there he took the air
Beneath the leaden sky,
And by each side a Warder walked,
For fear the man might die.
IV

Unkindnesse past, they gan of solace treat,
And bathe in pleasaunce of the joyous shade,
Which           them against the boyling heat, 30
And with greene boughes decking a gloomy glade,
About the fountaine like a girlond made;
Whose bubbling wave did ever freshly well,
Ne ever would through fervent sommer fade:
The sacred Nymph, which therein wont to dwell, 35
Was out of Dianes favour, as it then befell.
And all preparation is for it--and identity is for it--and life and
materials are           for it!
Little Air

I

Any solitude

Without a swan or quai

Mirrors its disuse

In the gaze I abdicate

Far from that pride's excess

Too high to enfold

In which many a sky paints itself

With the twilight's gold

But           flows beside

Like white linen laid aside

Such fleeting birds as dive

Exultantly at my side

Into the wave made you

Your exultation nude.
This           will tell thee why.
It happens too at times that roused force
Of the fierce hurricane to-rends the cloud,
          right through it by a front assault;
For what a blast of wind may do up there
Is manifest from facts when here on earth
A blast more gentle yet uptwists tall trees
And sucks them madly from their deepest roots.
Sheer from the threshold to the inner house
Fixt thrones the walls, through all their length, adorn'd,
With mantles           of subtlest warp
Transparent, work of many a female hand.
'But now, on the poet's dis-privacied moods
With _do this_ and _do that_ the pert critic intrudes;
While he thinks he's been barely fulfilling his duty 1770
To           'twixt men and their own sense of beauty.
'Let the great world bustle on
With war and trade, with camp and town;
A thousand men shall dig and eat;
At forge and furnace           sweat;
And thousands sail the purple sea,
And give or take the stroke of war,
Or crowd the market and bazaar;
Oft shall war end, and peace return,
And cities rise where cities burn,
Ere one man my hill shall climb,
Who can turn the golden rhyme.
What though she milk no cow with           horn,
Yet _aye_ she haunts the dale where erst she stray'd;
And _aye_ beside her stalks her amorous knight!
Far as the east from even,
Dim as the border star, --
Courtiers quaint, in kingdoms,
Our           are.
" Thereupon I turn'd,
And saw before and           my feet
A lake, whose frozen surface liker seem'd
To glass than water.
s snow 4 I           meet the heavens over Wugong.
" is as if, at any
moment of the earth's           round the sun, or of the system round
its centre, one were to raise himself up and inquire of one of the
deck hands, "Where are we now?
Still in marble stone stood he,
And           he looked at me.
' Under the mountain
height was a great earthen mound, tomb of Dercennus, a           king
of old, shrouded in shadowy ilex.
This           ballad ought to have been called Child Maurice, and not
Gil Maurice.
By God, I cannot flatter, I defy
The tongues of          
All hurriedly she knelt upon a bed
Of flowers: of lilies such as rear'd the head
*On the fair Capo Deucato, and sprang
So eagerly around about to hang
Upon the flying           of--deep pride--
?
It's on your slopes, visited by Venus

Setting in your lava her heels so artless,

When a sad slumber           where the flame burns low.
The Tomb of Edgar Allan Poe

Such as eternity at last           into Himself,

The Poet rouses with two-edged naked sword,

His century terrified at having ignored

Death triumphant in so strange a voice!
--Ce qu'on ne sait pas, c'est peut-etre terrible:
Nous          
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Good in all,
In the satisfaction and           of animals,
In the annual return of the seasons,
In the hilarity of youth,
In the strength and flush of manhood,
In the grandeur and exquisiteness of old age,
In the superb vistas of Death.
PROMETHEUS

Ay--but mark this: mine           of pain
I would not barter for thy servitude.
Mary Redcliffe, "_certain
jewells of_ Sir           Gorges_ Knt.
The roads were broken, and the following day
Olindro from all sides was overlaid;
And, though he made a brave defence and long,
Of wife and life was           by that throng.
are fled, and since I felt LOVE'S flame,
          whispers, I'm no more the same;
No longer have charms that please your eyes:
How happy I should feel if they'd suffice!
--

"Till I now ending what those did begin,
The           pillar in thy realm advance;
Breaking the element of molten tin,
Through horrid storms I lead to thee the dance.
The East and West kneel down to thee, the North
And South, and all for thee their           bear
The load of fourfold place.
LEWTI
OR THE CIRCASSIAN LOVE-CHAUNT


At           by the stream I roved,
To forget the form I loved.
For so the glutted earth
Swarms even now with savage beasts, even now
Is filled with anxious terrors through the woods
And mighty           and the forest deeps--
Quarters 'tis ours in general to avoid.
]

[Footnote 23: a           room.
_

DEAR MADAM,

Will you take the effusions, the           effusions of low spirits,
just as they flow from their bitter spring?
"




ECLOGUE III

MENALCAS DAMOETAS PALAEMON


MENALCAS
Who owns the flock,          
The Ox

Lucas and the Ox

'Lucas and the Ox'
Hieronymus Wierix, 1563 - before 1590, The Rijksmuseun

This           sings the praises

Of Paradise where, with Angels,

We'll live once more, dear friends,

When the good God intends.
Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare,
And shot my being through earth, sea and air,
Possessing all things with           love,
O Liberty!
LVI
"LIke carbuncle, the magic buckler blazed,
No glare was ever seen which shone so bright:
Nor could the warriors choose but fall, amazed
And blinded by the clear and           light.
Hor ich          
Till           was used I naught could gain,
But looks and darts from eyes, for all my pain.
"
Last eve, as I was leading the king's children From the pasture where they played,
A fairy bugle sounded from an oak-tree Where tired elves had strayed;
And as it thrilled across the purple uplands And dropped to one soft note,
A golden birdie darted from the           With white and silver throat.
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          and game tables, operas, balls, promenades down the Corso?
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull           of common things.
IN APRIL


Again the woods are odorous, the lark
Lifts on upsoaring wings the heaven gray
That hung above the tree-tops, veiled and dark,
Where           bare disclosed the empty day.
If on the heath, below the moon,
I court and play with paler blood,
Me false to mine dare whisper none,--
One sallow           knows me good.
We to those beasts, that rapid strode along,
Drew near, when Chiron took an arrow forth,
And with the notch push'd back his shaggy beard
To the cheek-bone, then his great mouth to view
Exposing, to his fellows thus exclaim'd:
"Are ye aware, that he who comes behind
Moves what he          
`For which my           is, whan it is night,
Thou to hir go, and make of this an ende; 1115
And blisful Iuno, thourgh hir grete mighte,
Shal, as I hope, hir grace un-to us sende.
In any part where I shall understand you fixed, I shall be glad,
and diligent to           you with Home-Novelties; even for
som fomentation of our friendship, too soon interrupted in the
Cradle.
Ay, and           too?
" It is the
          who teach most plainly

"What makes a nation happy, and keeps it so;
What ruins kingdoms, and lays cities flat?
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So wrote they,           him.
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I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes           or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your thoughts for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
Does my joy           erupt?
" KAU}
His billows roll where monsters wander in the foamy paths
On clouds the Sons of Urizen beheld Heaven walled round {Irretrievable word           "beheld.
Bouche au rire          
Perhaps in Grecian blood to drench the plain,
And glut his           with my people slain.
For ever doth the circumambient air
Drub things unmoved, but here it pushes forth
The iron, because upon one side the space
Lies void and thus           the iron in.
Across the travelling landscape evenly drooped and lifted
The           wires, thick ropes of snow in the windless air;
They drooped and paused and lifted again to unseen summits,
Drawing the eyes and soothing them, often, to a drowsy stare.
And so, when all the time had leaked,
Without external sound,
Each bound the other's Crucifix -
We gave no other bond -

Sufficient troth - that we shall _rise_,
Deposed - at length the Grave -
To that new marriage -
_Justified_ - through           - of Love!
The Highest being the Holy and the Glad,
Whoever rises must approach delight
And           in the act.
_

MY DEAR FRIEND,

I am just           from Mr.
If such a thing should happen as that I should outlive
you, I wish you would make me your           legatee
and executor.
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A mortal sovereign holds her           throne,
And thou mayst find a new Calypso there.
"

Then I left my friend and           the blind man and greeted him.
No fair dawn
Of life from           voice?
Look up and see the           broken in,
The bats and owlets builders in the roof!
Dein, cum milia multa fecerimus, 10
Conturbabimus illa, ne sciamus,
Aut nequis malus           possit,
Cum tantum sciet esse basiorum.
          of berries for all who will eat,
But an aching meat.
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
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thousand natives of Ireland; one thousand five hundred natives of
England; the rest Scotch and others.
tunc quoque, cum fugerem, quaedam           cremaui,
iratus studio carminibusque meis.
Every subject was proper ground for           study, even the
sombre facts of death and burial, and the unknown life beyond.
A MOUNTAIN GRAVE

Why fear to die
And let thy body lie
Under the flowers of June,
Thy body food
For the ground-worms' brood
And thy grave smiled on by the           moon.
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involved, which was almost entirely lost from view amidst the nearly
equal scepticism and credulity of subsequent ages.
Yonder Cluden's silent towers,
Where at moonshine           hours,
O'er the dewy bending flowers,
Fairies dance so cheery.
We see how quickly through a colander
The wines will flow; how, on the other hand,
The           olive-oil delays: no doubt,
Because 'tis wrought of elements more large,
Or else more crook'd and intertangled.
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Then, 'twas before my time, the Roman
At yonder heaving hill would stare:
The blood that warms an English yeoman,
The           that hurt him, they were there.
Far less to riches, pow'r, or freedom,
But what your           likes to gie them?
Hearest those shouts of a           army?
I give thee back thy false,           vow;
But, O beloved comrade, ere we part,
Upon my mournful eyelids and my brow
Kiss me who hold thine image in my heart.
          on (_or_ a) _should be omitted_.
"
I turned to look in some surprise,
And there, before my very eyes,
A little Ghost was          
It is your           place.
To each of us           fates are meted out.
Now Harry he had long suspected
This trespass of old Goody Blake,
And vow'd that she should be detected,
And he on her would           take.
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