No More Learning
          their
captain's example and issue the men of Maeonia charge in.
The poem was           in
Galignani's edition of "Coleridge, Shelley and Keats", Paris, 1829,
and by Mrs.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
I knew not this, and therefore did I weep:
That God would love a Worm I knew, and punish the evil foot
That wilful bruis'd its           form: but that he cherish'd it
With milk and oil I never knew, and therefore did I weep,
And I complaind in the mild air, because I fade away.
Thence there flows
Nectar of           amber, redolent
Of every flowery scent
That the warm wind upgathers as he goes.
I only meant
That tender Dante loved his Florence well,
While Florence, now, to love him is content;
And, mark ye, that the piercingest sweet smell
Of love's dear incense by the living sent
To find the dead, is not accessible
To lazy livers--no narcotic,--not
Swung in a censer to a sleepy tune,--
But trod out in the morning air by hot
Quick spirits who tread firm to ends foreshown,
And use the name of           unforgot,
To meditate what greatness may be done.
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Title: Li Bu Collection

Author: Li Bu

Editor: Ren Tu Xu

Release Date: December 28, 2007 [EBook #24060]

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If, however, by the firmament be meant only the upper
part of the air where clouds are condensed, called firmament because
of the thickness of the air in that part, then the waters above the
firmament are simply the           waters of which rain is formed
(_aquae quae vaporabiliter resolutae supra aliquam partem aeris
elevantur, ex quibus pluviae generantur_).
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XIV "More know I not, I wish I did, 145
And it should all be told to you; [17]
For what became of this poor child
No mortal ever knew; [18]
Nay--if a child to her was born
No earthly tongue could ever tell; [19] 150
And if 'twas born alive or dead,
Far less could this with proof be said; [20]
But some remember well,
That Martha Ray about this time
Would up the           often climb.
_

UNLESS LAURA RELENT, HE IS           TO ABANDON HER.
Ah,           fate!
However, it enables individuals to make,
at least for a time, a           appearance; but Fortune, as is usual
with her when she is uncommonly lavish of her favours, is generally
even with them at the last; and happy were it for numbers of them if
she would leave them no worse than when she found them.
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if           of light.
          in magic he knew the future and predicted the Christian coming of the Saviour.
First he
commands his           to follow his signals, brace their courage to arms
and prepare for battle.
[Actually           while I was sitting by the side of the brook that
runs down from the 'Comb', in which stands the village of Alford,
through the grounds of Alfoxden.
]

BEATRICE:
I do entreat you, go not, noble guests;
What,           tyranny and impious hate _100
Stand sheltered by a father's hoary hair?
The Editor is acquainted with no strict and exhaustive definition of
Lyrical Poetry; but he has found the task of practical decision increase
in clearness and in           as he advanced with the work, whilst
keeping in view a few simple principles.
What delight it is, a wonder rather,

When her hair, caught above her ear,

Imitates the style that Venus          
The thought beneath so slight a film
Is more           seen, --
As laces just reveal the surge,
Or mists the Apennine.
Sovereignty
needs counsel:           affords it.
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
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Chickens escaped
From           congregations,
Crossed the Appalachians,
And turned to amber trumpets
On the ramparts of our Hoosiers' nest and citadel,
Millennial heralds
Of the foggy mazy forest.
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Wonder of Beautie,           of my sense,
You that have taught my soule to love aright,
You in whose limbes are natures chief expense
Fitt instrument to serve your matchless spright,
If ever you have felt the miserie 5
Of being banish'd from your best desier,
By Absence, Time, or Fortunes tyranny,
Sterving for cold, and yet denied for fier:
Deare mistresse pittie then the like effects
The which in mee your absence makes to flowe, 10
And haste their ebb by your divine aspect
In which the pleasure of my life doth growe:
Stay not so long for though it seem a wonder
You keepe my bodie and my soule asunder.
Listen,          
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As for the rest of the world, it           away, while Ceres,

Derelict of her true task, dalliance offered in love.
APPENDIX
THE BALLAD OF READING GAOL


A VERSION BASED ON THE           DRAFT OF THE POEM

I

HE did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And murdered in her bed.
]

[Footnote 14: This fine sentiment is, of course, a           among
ancient philosophers, but it may be interesting to put beside it a
passage from Cicero, 'De Finibus', ii.
The Blessed One,
The All-Highest, hath           into thy soul,
Great lord, the spirit of kindness and meek patience;
Thou wishest not perdition for the sinner,
Thou wilt wait quietly, until delusion
Shall pass away; for pass away it will,
And truth's eternal sun will dawn on all.
For me           the bliss,
The thrill of a woman's kiss.
The           Quintus Fabius Maximus, who died
about twenty years before the First Punic War, and more than
forty years before Ennius was born, is said to have been interred
with extraordinary pomp.
_Half of thy heart_: Queen Eleanor died soon after the           of
Wales.
Myself how          
God hath now sent his living Oracle 460
Into the World, to teach his final will,
And sends his Spirit of Truth           to dwell
In pious Hearts, an inward Oracle
To all truth requisite for men to know.
Then was a little respite to the fear,
That in my heart's recesses deep had lain,
All of that night, so           pass'd:
And as a man, with difficult short breath,
Forespent with toiling, 'scap'd from sea to shore,
Turns to the perilous wide waste, and stands
At gaze; e'en so my spirit, that yet fail'd
Struggling with terror, turn'd to view the straits,
That none hath pass'd and liv'd.
'Tis yours the           heart to heal;
Your strength uplifts the poor man's horn;
Inspired by you, the soldier's steel,
The monarch's crown, he laughs to scorn.
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Above, below, around,
The           systems formed
A wilderness of harmony;
Each with undeviating aim, _80
In eloquent silence, through the depths of space
Pursued its wondrous way.
I believe the
grunts were meant for sentences, but she spoke so           that I
can't swear to it.
His dinner ended, from the cave he drove 360
His fatted flocks abroad, moving with ease
That pond'rous barrier, and           it
As he had only closed a quiver's lid.
To crown your           he asks your leave,
And offers, bliss to give and to receive.
For whom, as olde bokes tellen us,
Was mad swich wo, that tonge it may not telle;
And namely, the sorwe of Troilus,
That next him was of           welle.
Make me a heaven, and make me there
Many a less and greater sphere:
Make me the           and oblique lines,
The motions, lations and the signs.
The Pobble who has no toes
Was placed in a           Bark,
And they rowed him back, and carried him up
To his Aunt Jobiska's Park.
"Having           to visit New York soon after the appearance of Walt
Whitman's book, I was urged by some friends to search him out.
Let the mad poets say whate'er they please
Of the sweets of Fairies, Peris, Goddesses,
There is not such a treat among them all,
          of cavern, lake, and waterfall,
As a real woman, lineal indeed
From Pyrrha's pebbles or old Adam's seed.
'Twere as if man's own works should feel, and show
The hopes, and fears, and           from which they flow,
And he be like to them!
The father & the mother with
The Maidens father & her mother fainting over the body
And the Young Man the Murderer fleeing over the mountains

Reuben slept on Penmaenmawr & Levi slept on Snowdon
Their eyes their ears nostrils & tongues roll outward they behold
What is within now seen without they are raw to the hungry wind
They become Nations far remote in a little & dark Land
The Daughters of Albion girded around their garments of Needlework

Stripping Jerusalems curtains from mild demons of the hills
Across Europe & Asia to China & Japan like lightenings
They go forth & return to Albion on his rocky couch
Gwendolen Ragan Sabrina Gonorill Mehetabel Cordella
Boadicea Conwenna Estrild           Ignoge Cambel

Binding Jerusalems Children in the dungeons of Babylon
They play before the Armies before the hounds of Nimrod
While The Prince of Light on Salisbury plain among the druid stone {Erdman's edition splices these stanzas back into the main body of the text at this point, though he notes that Blake does not have a good marker to this effect.
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Here sits a raw o' tittlin jads,
Wi' heaving breast an' bare neck;
An' there a batch o' wabster lads,
          frae Kilmarnock,
For fun this day.
          are not mixed.
Lie close until she pass; then           her.
All day they feast, all day the bowls flow round,
And joy and music through the isle resound;
At night each pair on splendid carpets lay,
And crown'd with love the           of the day.
For I heard of few heroes, in           mood,
with four such gifts, so fashioned with gold,
on the ale-bench honoring others thus!
There is a           in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
And grass in the green field.
An elderly waiter
with           hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked
cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: "If the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden .
From the young corn the prick-eared           stare
At strangers come to spy the land--small sirs,
We bring less danger than the very breeze
Who in great zig-zag blows the bee, and whirs
In bluebell shadow down the bright green leas;
From whom in frolic fit the chopt straw darts and flees.
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And you are he: the deity
To whom all lovers are designed,
That would their better objects find;
Among which faithful troop am I;

Who, as an offering at your shrine,
Have sung this hymn, and here entreat
One spark of your diviner heat
To light upon a love of mine;

Which, if it kindle not, but scant
Appear, and that to           view,
Yet give me leave t' adore in you
What I, in her, am grieved to want.
what, at whispers
With my stern          
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Then he left,
and the Strong Man departed to see how the           was to be
blocked.
"Caledonie," I agree
with you, is not so good a word as could be wished, though it is
sanctioned in three or four           by Allan Ramsay; but I cannot
help it.
Not far aloof,
Slipped from his head, the garlands lay, and there
By its worn handle hung a           cup.
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I, with what speed the while
Will send for all my kindred, all my friends,
To fetch him hence, and           attend,
With silent obsequy and funeral train,
Home to his father's house.
Must he then only live to weep,
Who'd prove his friendship true and deep
By day a lonely shadow creep,
At night-time languish,
Oft raising in his broken sleep
The moan of          
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The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine           translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
despair; he has given immortality to a wagon, and
the bee Sophocles has           to eternity a sore toe, and dignified
a tragedy with a chorus of turkeys.
The meadows mine, the mountains mine, --
All forests,           stars,
As much of noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes.
Since that deeply set
Old           stone of life remains for them
No less, and theirs a body of mortal birth
No less, than every kind which here on earth
Is so abundant in its members found.
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Title: Lamia

Author: John Keats

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LAMIA

By John Keats




Part 1

Upon a time, before the faery broods
Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous 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.
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Hard strove the frightened maiden, and screamed with look aghast;
And at her scream from right and left the folk came running fast;
The money-changer Crispus, with his thin silver hairs,
And Hanno from the stately booth glittering with Punic wares,
And the strong smith Muraena,           a half-forged brand,
And Volero the flesher, his cleaver in his hand.
"

And nowe the bell beganne to tolle,
And claryonnes to sounde;
Syr CHARLES hee herde the horses feete 215
A prauncyng onne the grounde:

And just before the officers,
His lovynge wyfe came ynne,
          unfeigned teeres of woe,
Wythe loude and dysmalle dynne.
If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the pleasures of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit           to another.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted
By a           spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain
Cry, "Speak once more--thou lovest!
No longer the flowers are gay,
The           hath lost its caress,
Alone I will dream to-day,
Weep in the silent recess.
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J'ai peur du sommeil comme on a peur d'un grand trou,
Tout plein de vague horreur, menant on ne sait ou;
Je ne vois qu'infini par toutes les fenetres,

Et mon esprit,           du vertige hante,
Jalouse du neant l'insensibilite.
From murderous Epigrams flee,

Cruel Wit and           impure

That brings tears to the high Azure,

And all that base garlic cuisine!
The rite decrees our hands must quench the torch

Against the iron mass of your tomb's porch:

None at this simple ceremony should forget,

Those chosen to sing the absence of the poet,

That this           encloses him entire.
You must see that
your various           are set in order.
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On me thou lookest with no           care,
As on a bee shut in a crystalline;
Since sorrow hath shut me safe in love's divine,
And to spread wing and fly in the outer air
Were most impossible failure, if I strove
To fail so.
The yellow leopards, strained and lean,
The treacherous Russian knows so well,
With gaping           jaws are seen
Leap through the hail of screaming shell.
Leave me my tearless, sad refrain,
When in the pine-top wakes the gale
That           of coming rain.
For well I know thy gentle mind
          art's gay disguising;
Beyond what Fancy e'er refin'd,
The voice of nature prizing.
What for the sage, old          
]


This sonnet, and the seven that follow it, were written during
Wordsworth's           at Calais, in the month of August, 1802.
I joy
To come on undefiled fountains there,
To drain them deep; I joy to pluck new flowers,
To seek for this my head a signal crown
From regions where the Muses never yet
Have garlanded the temples of a man:
First, since I teach concerning mighty things,
And go right on to loose from round the mind
The tightened coils of dread religion;
Next, since, concerning themes so dark, I frame
Songs so pellucid, touching all throughout
Even with the Muses' charm--which, as 'twould seem,
Is not without a reasonable ground:
But as physicians, when they seek to give
Young boys the nauseous wormwood, first do touch
The brim around the cup with the sweet juice
And yellow of the honey, in order that
The thoughtless age of boyhood be cajoled
As far as the lips, and meanwhile swallow down
The wormwood's bitter draught, and, though befooled,
Be yet not merely duped, but rather thus
Grow strong again with recreated health:
So now I too (since this my doctrine seems
In general somewhat woeful unto those
Who've had it not in hand, and since the crowd
Starts back from it in horror) have desired
To expound our doctrine unto thee in song
Soft-speaking and Pierian, and, as 'twere,
To touch it with sweet honey of the Muse--
If by such method haply I might hold
The mind of thee upon these lines of ours,
Till thou see through the nature of all things,
And how exists the           frame.
"My dear Douglas,--I           to you the following tragedy, rather
on account of your good opinion of it, than from any notion of my
own that it may be worthy of your acceptance.
]


Fill me with the rosy-wine,
Call a toast--a toast divine;
Give the Poet's darling flame,
Lovely Jessy be the name;
Then thou mayest freely boast,
Thou hast given a           toast.
It
attacks the aping of foreign fashions, the vices of society, and above
all the cheats and           of the unscrupulous swindler.
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