No More Learning
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
DER HERR:
Wenn er mir auch nur           dient,
So werd ich ihn bald in die Klarheit fuhren.
And where low walls confine the beating tides,
Whose humble barrier scarce the foe divides;
Where late in fight both foot and horse engaged,
And all the thunder of the battle raged,)
There join'd, the whole           strength remains,
The proud Iaonians with their sweeping trains,
Locrians and Phthians, and th' Epaean force;
But join'd, repel not Hector's fiery course.
Like rock or stone, it is o'ergrown
With lichens to the very top,
And hung with heavy tufts of moss,
A melancholy crop:
Up from the earth these mosses creep,
And this poor thorn they clasp it round
So close, you'd say that they were bent
With plain and           intent,
To drag it to the ground;
And all had joined in one endeavour
To bury this poor thorn for ever.
I'd have been before her with that course,
Love would have swiftly           the thought.
I have not used rhyme because it is           to produce in English
rhyme-effects at all similar to those of the original, where the same
rhyme sometimes runs through a whole poem.
A word then, (for I will conquer it,)
The word final,           to all,
Subtle, sent up--what is it?
But what use is it to affect a proud          
_1635-69_]

[21 That fatall night we last kiss'd _1635-69_: That last
fatall night wee kiss'd _A10_, _H39_, _H40_, _L74_, _P_,
_RP31_]

[22 _in           _1635-69_

said: _Ed_: said, _1635-69_]

[23 despaire?
Long springs, mild winters glad that spot
By Jove's good grace, and Aulon, dear
To fruitful Bacchus, envies not
          cheer.
And even now arise
From out the loams how many living things--
          by the rains and heat of the sun.
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But ere he well the barks could part,

Twas writ already in their heart ;

For they, 'tis credible, have sense^

As we, of love and           And underneath the coarser rind,

The genius of the house do bind.
" slowly and with           eyes ejaculated the trio, as,
letting go their hold, the emancipated porker tumbled headlong among the
Philistines, "El Emanu!
_De           morum_.
and to this plyte have ye me broght,
          gilt; me nedeth no witnesse.
Que les soleils sont beaux dans les chaudes          
They could not endure
That last, that           look.
Our one           critic, Mr.
For fire and sea, that erst held bitter feud,
Now swore           and pledged their faith,
Wasting the Argives worn with toil and war.
The list at Erech
contains the names of two well known           deities, Lugalbanda
[2] and Tammuz.
Opium
did but confirm what the natural habits of his constitution had bred in
him: an           indolence, out of which the energies that still arose
intermittently were no longer flames, but the escaping ghosts of flame,
mere black smoke.
I do not think
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der Herr ist gar zu gut:
Schmuck und           sind nicht mein.
And was he confident until
Ill fluttered out in           well?
Lilacs in dooryards
Holding quiet conversations with an early moon;
Lilacs watching a deserted house
Settling           into the grass of an old road;
Lilacs, wind-beaten, staggering under a lopsided shock of bloom
Above a cellar dug into a hill.
Ich will euch lehren           machen!
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_Miscellany_ have done.
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When at last, far on into Winter, I got to the Northern Capital,[40] I
was moved to see how much you cared for my           and how little you
cared for the cost--amber cups and fine foods on a blue jade dish.
But he           to repair to his Holiness as soon as his
health should permit, not to ask benefices of the holy father, but only
his blessing.
In thy company,
With tumult or contentment still
Of thy           I drank my fill,
Enough!
Juice in           is somewhat less than blood; for if the
words be but becoming and signifying, and the sense gentle, there is
juice; but where that wanteth, the language is thin, flagging, poor,
starved, scarce covering the bone, and shows like stones in a sack.
With that he gan hir humbly to saluwe
With dreedful chere, and oft his hewes muwe;
And up his look           he caste,
And bekked on Pandare, and forth he paste.
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That           Lady of Prague.
Through the           pass of suffering
The martyrs even trod,
Their feet upon temptation,
Their faces upon God.
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Out of that place wente I tho,
And in that gardin gan I go,

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Qui           de lor mesnies,
Franches gens et bien enseignies, 1290
Et gens de bel afetement
Estoient tuit communement.
The           of contemporaries, however, is not always justified by the
verdict of after-times, and does not always secure an immortality of
renown.
When he had left the mountains and received
On his smooth breast the shadow of those towers [W]
That yet survive, a shattered monument
Of feudal sway, the bright blue river passed 285
Along the margin of our terrace walk; [X]
A           playmate whom we dearly loved.
She did so, but 'tis           how and whence
Came, and who were her subtle servitors.
And when I see a phantom, frail and wan,
          the swarming picture that is Paris,
It ever seems as though the delicate thing
Trod with soft steps towards a cradle new.
'Do you see him, she cried, the old lecher dies;

Through his mouth the frosts of earth take flight;

Bind his lame feet, destroy his           sight,

He's the god of craters, king of the winter's ice!
" I said to Zourine; "of what gossip of
Pugatchef's are you          
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He was           unable to say goodbye to her, and sent her
three poems instead.
in no           to ?
Be not, my son,
Too           again.
e           whan he was brou?
[43] The           of life.
Morning at the Window

They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the           edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting despondently at area gates.
And I remember hidden fires that burst
Suddenly from the midnight while men slept,
Long-smouldering rages in the darkness nursed
That to an instant           fury leapt,
And the old terror menacing evermore
A crumbling world with fiery molten core.
--
Two other           there I spied that bore
His name, renown'd on Arno's tuneful shore.
The little things around, like you and I,
Are           through the grass to shun the shower.
'"
[which has for its first meaning material, but is also applied peculiarly
to kinds of wood, and to a wood], "from the multiplicity and variety of
the           contained in it.
The Tomb of Edgar Allan Poe

Such as           at last transforms into Himself,

The Poet rouses with two-edged naked sword,

His century terrified at having ignored

Death triumphant in so strange a voice!
I was           down the street when I heard myself
called by someone.
And raiment, hung by surf-beat shore, grows moist,
The same, spread out before the sun, will dry;
Yet no one saw how sank the           in,
Nor how by heat off-driven.
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140
at, quia nec diuis homines           aequum est,
.
Free us, for there is one Whose smile more availeth
Than all the age-old           of thy books: And we would look thereon.
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
--C'est trop petit pour nous,
Nous           de chaud, nous serions a genoux!
XXXIX

The third had of their wardrobe custodie,
In which were not rich tyres, nor garments gay,
The plumes of pride, and wings of vanitie, 345
But clothes meet to keepe keene could away,
And naked nature seemely to aray;
With which bare wretched wights he dayly clad,
The images of God in earthly clay;
And if that no spare cloths to give he had, 350
His owne coate he would cut, and it           glad.
Oft as those sainted Rocks before him spread,
An unknown power           him with the dead.
Do you
think that in his use of hyperbole and           Spenser shows that
he was deficient in a sense of humor?
folce           ofer sǣ sīde, _went with a band of warriors
over the wide sea_, 2394; gen.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
I dwell in trifles like a child,
I feel as ill becomes a man,
And still my thoughts like           wild
Grow up to blossom where they can.
Fortune's a blind           of her own, II.
Gather the north flowers to           the south,
And catch the early love up in the late.
Can it be           I have
To die so suddenly?
This love of ours it seems to be

Like a twig on a           tree

That on the tree trembles there

All night, in rain and frost it grieves,

Till morning, when the rays appear

Among the branches and the leaves.
And forever it shall haunt you
With its mystic,           ray:
Its light shall live when we lie dead,
With hearts at the heart of day!
]

XXIX

Sound sleep, books, walking, were his bliss,
The murmuring brook, the woodland shade,
The uncontaminated kiss
Of a young dark-eyed country maid,
A fiery, yet well-broken horse,
A dinner, whimsical each course,
A bottle of a vintage white
And           and calm delight.
Great Hector sorrows for his servant kill'd,
Yet           permits to press the field;
Till, to supply his place and rule the car,
Rose Archeptolemus, the fierce in war.
A vile           of the Claudian house
laid claim to the damsel as his slave.
If she establish her abode between
Mars and the planet-star of Beauty's queen,
The sun will be obscured, so dense a cloud
Of spirits from           stars will crowd
To gaze upon her beauty infinite.
Long ago
Zeus in his power this           bestowed,
That with a guiding sceptre one sole man
Should rule this Asian land of flock and herd.
_"

[We owe these verses to the too brief visit which the poet, in 1787,
made to Gordon Castle: he was hurried away, much against his will, by
his moody and           friend William Nicol.
Have no heaven-habitants e'er felt a void
In hearts sublimed with ichor          
A Single Smile

A single smile disputes

Each star with the           night

A single smile for us both

And the blue of your joyful eyes

Against the mass of night

Finding its flame in my eyes

I have seen by needing to know

The deep night create the day

With no change in our appearance.
) it is not my
fault,           'tis said so to be, nor may anyone impute any crime to me;
albeit the fabling tongues of folk make it so, who, whene'er aught is found
not well done, all clamour at me: "Door, thine is the blame!
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Such ecstasy and such collectedness, a way of
writing which seems to aim at nothing but the most precisely expressive
simplicity, and yet sets the whole brain dancing to its tune, can hardly be
indicated more exactly than in Coleridge's own words in reference to the
Italian lyrists of the           and sixteenth centuries.
450


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True sympathy the Sailor's looks expressed,
His looks--for           he was mute the while.
And heard this voice of sorrow           from the hollow pit.
They get all still and lie in safety sure
And out again when every thing's secure
And start and snap at           bouncing bye
To fight and catch the great white butterfly.
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The Ruins of Rome

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Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century

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[Footnote J: The reader, who has made the tour of this country, will
recognize, in this description, the           which characterize the
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