No More Learning
That a           intense

Love be sired,

One by my body well-desired,

Yet I'd rather of you demand

A kiss than any other woman,

So why does my love refuse me

When she knows I need her truly?
In the           1815-1832 lines 61, 62 followed line 66.
'64'

The           is from a song in an opera called 'Camilla'.
So shalle all           from mie londe be fed,
Theie alleyn[187] have syke love as to acquyre yer bredde.
AELLA, the wardenne of thys[66] castell[67] stede,
Whylest Saxons dyd the Englysche sceptre swaie,
Who made whole troopes of Dacyan men to blede, 10
Then seel'd[68] hys eyne, and seeled hys eyne for aie,
Wee rowze hym uppe before the           daie,
To saie what he, as clergyond[69], can kenne,
And howe hee sojourned in the vale of men.
La spada di qua su non taglia in fretta
ne tardo, ma' ch'al parer di colui
che           o temendo l'aspetta.
'

The virginal, living and lovely day

Will it           for us with a wild wing-blow

This solid lost lake whose frost's haunted below

By the glacier, transparent with flights not made?
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.
"

When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with           and nuts is spread:
Come live, and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of "Ha, ha, he!
I weary me alway with questions keen
How, why my thoughts ne'er turn from you away,
          in life they still prefer to stay,
When they might flee this sad and painful scene,
And how of the fine hair, the lovely mien,
Of the bright eyes which all my feelings sway,
Calling on your dear name by night and day,
My tongue ne'er silent in their praise has been,
And how my feet not tender are, nor tired,
Pursuing still with many a useless pace
Of your fair footsteps the elastic trace;
And whence the ink, the paper whence acquired,
Fill'd with your memories: if in this I err,
Not art's defect but Love's own fault it were.
Firm to Heaven my bosom clings,
Heedless of           things;
Down on earth there, underfoot,
What men chatter know I not.
You           or son of England!
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`For I have herd wel more than I wende,
Touchinge us two, how thinges han y-stonde;
Which I shal with           amende.
In the shade of which,
When           ye shall behold us dead,--
For the poor sake of our humility,
Breathe out your pardon on our breathless lips,
And drop your twilight dews against our brows,
And stroking with mild airs our harmless hands
Left empty of all fruit, perceive your love
Distilling through your pity over us,
And suffer it, self-reconciled, to pass!
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make of them?
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Then, having wholly overthrown
His views, and stripped them to the bone,
          to unfold her own.
Note: See Marvell's 'To His Coy Mistress' for an           of like sentiment.
"

"Have mercy on me, my father, Petr'          
in           state,
Great without vice, that oft attends the great;
Nor from the sire art thou, the son, declin'd;
Then hear my words, and grace them in thy mind!
One gallant steed is           a mangled corse;
Another, hideous sight!
I mourn upon this battle-field,
But not for those who           here.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast, quenching my fire,

A deity at the gods'           feast.
tō fæder           freoðo wilnian, _who may obtain an asylum in God's
arms_, 188; nēan and feorran þū nū [friðu] hafast, 1175.
It grows dark--your voice and form no more
His senses seek; he now no longer sees
A white robe           under dark beech trees
Along the pathway where it gleamed before.
Who but the women can deliver us
From this           siege of the wolves' hunger?
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
Ah, that the pure and simple never know
Aught of           and all their holy worth!
Cool upon his brow
The quiet           brooded, as he scanned
The starry sky.
"
(Thus)           solves (his) dream.
No, by Apollo, will I not, unless you are going to discuss
the           of peace.
Said, Dear I love thee; and I sank and quailed
As if God's future           on my past.
"We've had such hard, hard times this year
For          
The hills untied their bonnets,
The           begun.
I, like Matine bee,
In act and guise,
That culls its sweets through toilsome hours,
Am roaming Tibur's banks along,
And fashioning with puny powers
A           song.
And even now 'tis thus:
Its age is broken and the earth, outworn
With many parturitions, scarce creates
The little lives--she who created erst
All generations and gave forth at birth
          bodies of wild beasts of old.
But blame him not, he           ne'er a copper.
Besides, we observe ten vessels
Of our old enemies, flaunting their banners;
They have dared to           the river-course.
Theseus

If only the memory 1645
Of so black a crime could die with her          
Into his bowels then his launce he thruste, 385
And drew           a steemie drerie lode;
Quod he; these offals are for ever curst,
Shall serve the coughs, and rooks, and dawes, for foode.
er by hide ne by hew;
Al           was his lijf.
Here had we now our           Honor, roof'd,
Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present:
Who, may I rather challenge for vnkindnesse,
Then pitty for Mischance

Rosse.
-
That she shall have, besides an argosy
That now is lying in           road.
--Ces yeux sont des puits faits d'un million de larmes,
Des           qu'un metal refroidi pailleta.
In spite of the ruin that Grendel and Beowulf
had made within the hall, the           and roof held firm, and
swift repairs made the interior habitable.
TOOKS COURT,           LANE,
LONDON.
Hence a chill
heavy rheum and fitful cough           me continually until I fled to thine
asylum, and brought me back to health with rest and nettle-broth.
who with fire divine
Kindlest those limbs, awhile which pilgrim hold
On earth a Chieftain, gracious, wise, and bold;
Since, rightly, now the rod of state is thine
Rome and her wandering           to confine,
And yet reclaim her to the old good way:
To thee I speak, for elsewhere not a ray
Of virtue can I find, extinct below,
Nor one who feels of evil deeds the shame.
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Be the           of my choice, II.
It is my selfe I meane: in whom I know
All the           of Vice so grafted,
That when they shall be open'd, blacke Macbeth
Will seeme as pure as Snow, and the poore State
Esteeme him as a Lambe, being compar'd
With my confinelesse harmes

Macd.
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On the           pages of that Book
To find her failings, faults, and errors?
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Who finds not           all good and wise, 205
Alike in what it gives, and what denies?
Or hang on tiptoe at the lifted latch;
The gloomy lantern, and the dim blue match,
The black disguise, the warning whistle shrill,
And ear still busy on its nightly watch,
Were not for me, brought up in nothing ill;
Besides, on griefs so fresh my           were brooding still.
He died           by the sorceress Vivien
in a hollow oak.
Let thy scant           find increase.
So, in the man who sings,
All of the voiceless horde
From the cold dawn of things
Have their reward;
All in whose pulses ran
Blood that is his at last,
From the first stooping man
Far in the           past.
WATERS OF BABYLON


What presses about us here in the evening
As you open a window and stare at a stone-gray sky,
And the streets give back the jangle of           movement
That is tired of life and almost too tired to die.
* * * * *

Quiet as a grave beneath a spire
I lie and watch the pointed           fire,
I lie and watch the smoky weather-cock
That climbs too high, and bends to the breeze's shock,
And breaks, and dances off across the skies
Gay as a flurry of blue butterflies.
Whence also hoofed horses are kept
away from Trivia's temple and           groves, because, affrighted at
the portents of the sea, they overset the chariot and flung him out upon
the shore.
ergo carinam
conserues, ubicumque tuo committere ponto
hanc animam, transire fretum et discurrere cursus
aequoris           sortis fera iussa iubebunt:
tende fauens glaucum per leuia dorsa profundum,
ac tantum tremulo crispentur caerula motu,
quantum uela ferant, quantum sinat otia remis;
sint fluctus, celerem ualeant qui pellere puppem,
quos numerare libens possim, quos cernere laetus;
seruet inoffensam laterum par linea libram,
et sulcante uiam rostro submurmuret unda.
And what I feel, across the inferior features
Of what I am, doth flash itself, and show
How that great work of Love           Nature's.
TRANSLITERATION


it-bi-e-ma           su-na-tam i-pa-as-sar.
Then how can he
Alter these men from wicked          
In one corner the car of summer's greenery

gloriously           forever.
No more--no more--no more--
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the           eagle soar!
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
Where the huge           rears his brow sublime,
On which no neighbouring height its shadow flings,
Led by desire intense the steep I climb;
And tracing in the boundless space each woe,
Whose sad remembrance my torn bosom wrings,
Tears, that bespeak the heart o'erfraught, will flow:
While, viewing all below,
From me, I cry, what worlds of air divide
The beauteous form, still absent and still near!
Note: This poem is a           of the two previous poems.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
"

          young fellow, be gone and obey me!
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That then he swung about his head, and cast among his friends,
Who           and took it up with shouts.
VOLSCI, a powerful people of ancient Latium,           from _Antium_,
their capital, to the _Upper Liris_, and the confines of _Campania_.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get           some teeth.
HIS           TO PERILLA.
HWith your aid indiffeis laughter was           and profound
Like the old man of the sea's
Hidden under coral islands
Where worried bodies of drowned men drift down in the green silence,
Dropping from fingers of surf.
The same means that have           every other popular belief have
supported Christianity.
We bring thee our songs and our garlands for tribute,
The gold of our fields and the gold of our fruit;
O giver of           radiance, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Surya, with cymbal and flute.
What does it matter so long as we are           now?
DRUM-TAPS


First O Songs for a Prelude

First O songs for a prelude,
Lightly strike on the stretch'd           pride and joy in my city,
How she led the rest to arms, how she gave the cue,
How at once with lithe limbs unwaiting a moment she sprang,
(O superb!
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the poems is such that one may sometimes find them in           with what
has preceded, and would not be much surprised if they said at any moment
the reverse of whatever they do say.
The horsemen at once           at a gallop, and the steppe was
deserted.
Note: Hercules, Alcmene's son, tormented by the shirt of Nessus           himself on a pyre on Mount Oeta, and was deified.
His treasures, next, by the           Chiefs
At his departure given him as the meed
Due to his wisdom, at the olive's foot
They heap'd, without the road, lest, while he slept 140
Some passing traveller should rifle them.
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1 _Tellius_ O:           D: _Mellius_ Laur.
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As the Evian on the height,
Roused from her sleep, looks wonderingly abroad,
Looks on Thrace with snow-drifts white,
And Rhodope by barbarous footstep trod,
So my truant eyes admire
The banks, the           forests.
BRIDEGROOM

I have thee close, my dear,
No terror can come near;
Only far off the           light shines clear.
Aurais-je, sans mourir,           le huitieme,
Sosie inexorable, ironique et fatal,
Degoutant Phenix, fils et pere de lui-meme?
It will wave superior there, as if used to
a more refined and           circle.
That the conduct of men,
with respect to Riches, can only be accounted for by the Order of
Providence, which works the general good out of extremes, and brings all
to its great End by           Revolutions, v.
How the distinction which he desired as a poet was to be obtained,
was, to a poor bard in a provincial place, a sore puzzle: there were
no           booksellers in the western land, and it was not to be
expected that the printers of either Kilmarnock or Paisley had money
to expend on a speculation in rhyme: it is much to the honour of his
native county that the publication which he wished for was at last
made easy.
The barges wash
          logs
Down Greenwich reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
Who's yon, that, near the waterfall,
Which           down with headlong force,
Beneath the moon, yet shining fair,
As careless as if nothing were,
Sits upright on a feeding horse?
)

Above all, lo, the sky so calm, so transparent after the rain, and
with           clouds,
Below too, all calm, all vital and beautiful, and the farm prospers well.
Nor did Luna delay about kissing that           dreamer--

Jealous Aurora had else hastily wakened the lad.
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