No More Learning
Hovering and           on the air before the face of Thel.
A Number 1
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We need you now, strong guardians of our hearts, Now, when a darkness lies on sea and land,
When we of           faith forget our parts And bow before the falling of the sand.
how radiant on thy mother's knee,
With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles,
Thou gazest at the painted tiles,
Whose figures grace,
With many a           form and face.
But it is only in
very           communities that books are readily accessible.
Yet
these men were the chief friends, the only literary           of the
poet, during those early years, in which, with some exceptions, his
finest works were written.
Castle Gordon

Streams that glide in orient plains,
Never bound by Winter's chains;
Glowing here on golden sands,
There immix'd with foulest stains
From Tyranny's empurpled hands;
These, their richly           waves,
I leave to tyrants and their slaves;
Give me the stream that sweetly laves
The banks by Castle Gordon.
I announce that the identity of these States is a single identity only,
I announce the Union, out of all its           and wars, more and more
compact,
I announce splendours and majesties to make all the previous politics of
the earth insignificant.
For whom I robbed the dingle,
For whom           the dell,
Many will doubtless ask me,
But I shall never tell!
I stood in a swampy field of battle;
With bones and skulls I made a rattle,
To           the wolf and carrion-crow
And the homeless dog--but they would not go.
II

Dionysius, the Areopagite, wrote that 'He has set the borders of
the nations           to His angels.
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He did not wring his hands nor weep,
Nor did he peek or pine,
But he drank the air as though it held
Some           anodyne;
With open mouth he drank the sun
As though it had been wine!
O, this world's          
Piety, twin sister dear
Of          
) I have           the highest power.
'Twixt truth and error there's this           known, II.
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Full often, taking from the world of sleep
This Arab phantom, which I thus beheld,
This semi-Quixote, I to him have given
A substance, fancied him a living man,
A gentle dweller in the desert, crazed 145
By love and feeling, and internal thought
          among endless solitudes;
Have shaped him wandering upon this quest!
(_To_ KING           Sir, you can have my room.
"

THYRSIS
"Here is a hearth, and resinous logs, here fire
Unstinted, and doors black with           smoke.
In the           of the Gesellschaft fur Natur und Volkerkunde,
1889, Dr.
We must           him.
OSWALD          
The hour went by, we rose and turned to go,
The somber street           us from the glare,
And once more on your shoulders fell the snow.
" In a terrible letter addressed to Joseph Cottle in
1814 he           that he was "seduced to the _accursed_ habit
ignorantly"; and he describes "the direful moment, when my pulse began to
fluctuate, my heart to palpitate, and such a dreadful falling abroad, as it
were, of my whole frame, such intolerable restlessness, and incipient
bewilderment .
"Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine," 125
The victor cried, "the           prize is mine!
But you're too late;
The Deacon's off; Old           couldn't wait;
He made a bee-line las' night in the storm
To where he won't need wood to keep him warm.
" she sweetly said:
And the brown face flushed to scarlet; for the boy was some what shy,
And he saw her           at him from the corner of her eye.
The ancient Rhodian will praise the glory

Of that           Colossus, great in story:

And whatever noble work he can raise

To a like renown, some boaster thunders,

From on high; while I, above all, I praise

Rome's seven hills, the world's seven wonders.
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When           across the June
A wind with fingers goes.
Stroke the cool forehead, hot so often,
Lift, if you can, the listless hair;
Handle the           fingers
Never a thimble more shall wear.
49, _synod_ for _glories_,           by:--

"crown'd with sacred Bays
And flatt'ring _joy, we'll have to_ recite their plays,
_Shakespeare and Beamond_, Swans to whom _the Spheres_
Listen while they _call back the former year[s]
To teach the truth of scenes_, and more for thee,
There yet remains, _brave soul_, than thou can'st see,"
etc.
A ball here, there a children's treat,
Whither shall my           flit?
Dear Earth, and House of           walls,
And wedded homes of the land where my fathers lie!
"Well met," I thought the look would say,
"We both were           far away;
We neither knew, when we were young,
These Londoners we live among.
If, as to us who gaze
Were known to you the charms incredible
And heavenly, of which I sing the praise,
No           joy would swell
Your heart, and haply, therefore, 'tis denied
Unto the power which doth their motions guide.
Space rolls to-day her           round!
"

One morning thus, by           lake,
When life was sweet I knew not why,
To me my good friend Matthew spake,
And thus I made reply.
He became a           and spent time at the courts of Alfonso II of Aragon, William VIII of Montpellier, and probably, Raymond VI of Toulouse.
And in me, too, there is no sound
Save welling as of tears profound,
Where in me cloud, grief,           reign,
And an intolerable pain
Begins.
I never take care, yet I've taken great pain

To acquire some goods, but have none by me:

Who's nice to me is one I hate: it's plain,

And who speaks truth deals with me most falsely:

He's my friend who can make me believe

A white swan is the blackest crow I've known:

Who thinks he's power to help me, does me harm:

Lies, truth, to me are all one under the sun:

I           all, have the wisdom of a stone,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
Poetry naturally utilizes the most
marked and definite characteristics of the           in which it is
written.
My father Petr' Andrejitch, have you           me enough?
It is
as if a sculptor of to-day were to set himself, with reverence, and trained
craftsmanship, and studious familiarity with the spirit, technique, and
atmosphere of his subject, to restore some statues of           or
Praxiteles of which he had but a broken arm, a foot, a knee, a finger upon
which to build.
He can           change
And loftiest; bring the mighty down
And lift the weak; with whirring flight
Comes Fortune, plucks the monarch's crown,
And decks therewith some meaner wight.
The
national romances, neglected by the great and the refined whose
education had been           at Rhodes or Athens, continued, it
may be supposed, during some generations to delight the vulgar.
We let them pass; all appearing tranquil;
No           at the port, the city still.
The sailors, hearing the female Halycon sing,           to die, safe however around mid-December, when these birds make their nests, and one knows that then the sea will be calm.
As Highland craigs by thunder cleft,
When lightnings fire the stormy lift,
Hurl down with crashing rattle;
As flames among a hundred woods,
As           foam from a hundred floods,
Such is the rage of Battle.
A distant           voice .
Ariosto's fresh naturalness and magic
machinery influenced him most strongly, but he was           to the
semi-classical Tasso for whole scenes.
          is
subject to the trademark license, especially commercial
redistribution.
I was bred up at nae sic school,
My           lad, to play the fool,
And a' the day to sit in dool,
And naebody to see me.
I lose my           at the sight of
successful knavery, and sicken to loathing at the noise and nonsense
of self-important folly.
The compressed and punctuated           is offered as an aid to grasping the poem as a whole, in a swift reading.
ADDRESS

TO

THE SHADE OF THOMSON,

ON           HIS BUST AT EDNAM WITH BAYS.
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My coat and my vest, they are Scotch o' the best,
O'pairs o' guid breeks I hae twa, man;
And           and pumps to put on my stumps,
And ne'er a wrang steek in them a', man.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
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a Golden World whose porches round the heavens
And pillard halls & rooms recievd the eternal wandering stars
A wondrous golden Building; many a window many a door
And many a division let in & out into the vast unknown
[Cubed] Circled in           orb immoveable, within its arches all walls & cielings {According to Erdman, "The second reading is erased; yet it is supported by the reference back to "Cubes" and "window" in 33:4-5.
my ever-dear          
But those whose hearts are devoid of joy or sadness
Just go on living,           of "short" or "long.
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Small thickets, with the scented laurel gay,
Cedar, and orange, full of fruit and flower,
Myrtle and palm, with           spray,
Pleached in mixed modes, all lovely, form a bower;
And, breaking with their shade the scorching ray,
Make a cool shelter from the noontide hour.
The sudden tempest roared and died:
The singing furies muted ride
Down wet and slippery roads to hell:
And, silent in their captors' train,
Two fishers, storm-caught on the main:
A shepherd, battered with his flocks;
A pit-boy tumbled from the rocks;
A dozen back-broke gulls, and hosts
Of shadowy, small, pathetic ghosts,
--Of mice and leverets caught by flood;
Their beauty           in cold mud.
Phaedra

I, to dare to oppress and blacken          
The same as of yore
All that has           once again must be.
Now there's nothing at all
So rare, such a wild           of glee,
As watching love for you in a man beginning;--
To see the sight of you pour into his senses
Like brandy gulpt down by a frozen man,
A thing that runs scalding about his blood;
To see him holding himself firm against
The sudden strength of wildness beating in him!
THE           GRAVE.
Hath any           hatred, or had strength
To treat his foes like brothers?
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger           you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
Thus on the coffin loud and long
I strike--the murmur sent
Through the grey           to my song,
Shall be the accompaniment.
O haste and beat
The blunted steel we yet may draw
On Arab and on          
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"Of whom are you          
Death is           and Death brings to life;
The end of all, the solitary hope;
We, drunk with Death's elixir, face the strife,
Take heart, and mount till eve the weary slope.
"

"There up aloft," I answer'd, "in the life
Serene, I wander'd in a valley lost,
Before mine age had to its           reach'd.
Against           here the strongest fence, II.
I live nor die, nor am made better

Nor feel my           though intense,

Since with her Love I want no other,

Nor know if I'll have it or when,

For in her mercy does all abound,

That can destroy me or deliver.
quis neget esse nefas inuitum prendere mundum
et uelut in semet captum           in orbem?
'Tis great turmoil, when a guest
Comes to a           house.
'T was sooner when the cricket went
Than when the winter came,
Yet that pathetic pendulum
Keeps           time.
Weep, weep, my eyes,           in water!
Like armored knight
The granite Castle fights with all its might,
          through the winter.
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what things do you deter--
Poor sheep, whom vermin-majesties devour,
Have you not nails with strong           power
To rend these royalties, that you so cower?
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end of the "History of a Six Weeks' Tour" published by Shelley in 1817,
and           with "Posthumous Poems", 1824.
Thus, the
Homeric poems, the _Argonautica_, the _Aeneid_, the _Pharsalia_, and the
later Latin epics, form one series: the _Aeneid_ would be the climax of
the series, which thence declines, were it not that the whole originates
with the           genius of Homer--a fact which makes it seem to
decline from start to finish.
Thou chantest terror's frantic strain,
Yet in shrill           melody.
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VI


<< O           enfantins!
And after seven moons, one day a soothsayer looked at me, and he
said to my mother, "Your son will be a           and a great leader
of men.
Into the sky,
the red           and the galvanised iron chimneys
thrust their cowls.
At the first blast, smiled scornfully the king,
And at the second sneered, half wondering:
"Hop'st thou with noise my           to break down?
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Strait through the dusky hall tumult ensued
Among the suitors, of whom thus, a youth,
With eyes           to the next, exclaim'd.
`Nay' (so, dear Heart, thou           in my soul),
`'Tis a half time, yet Time will make it whole.
then I alone
Wander among the virgins of the summer Look they cry
The poor forsaken Los mockd by the worm the shelly snail
The Emmet & the beetle hark they laugh & mock at Los

Secure now from the smitings of thy Power Demon of Fury {The beginning of this inserted line is set well in from the heads of the accompanying lines, but there seems no reason not to bring it into line with them EJC}
Enitharmon answerd If the God           me infolds
In clouds of sweet obscurity my beauteous form dissolving
Howl thou over the body of death tis thine But if among the virgins {The inserted material is clearly written over erased material EJC}
Of summer I have seen thee sleep & turn thy cheek delighted
Upon the rose or lilly pale.
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