No More Learning
And           insect pass,
A honey bears away
Proportioned to his several dearth
And her capacity.
How should we seek to Thee for power
Who scorned Thee          
How his old eye           me,
As one that testeth silver and alloy!
          oure fourtunie havethe tourned foe,
Gader the souldyers lefte to future shappe,
To somme newe place for safetie wee wylle goe, 720
Inne future daie wee wylle have better happe.
Severer triumph, by himself
Experienced, who can pass
Acquitted from that naked bar,
Jehovah's          
We fled inland with our flocks,
we           them in hollows,
cut off from the wind
and the salt track of the marsh.
And, contrariwise, if wills he to o'erwhelm us,
Quite off our guard, with fire, why           he
Off in yon quarter, so that we may shun?
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Does this fine mass of human passion dare
To sleep, unhonouring the patriot's fall, _15
Or life's sweet load in quietude to bear
While           famish even in Luxury's hall,
And Tyranny, high raised, stern lowers on all?
Then on the pleine the steemie lode hee throwde,
          wyth lyfe, and dy'd with crymson bloude.
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"A little snow had fallen in the night, and           was white except
the greasy fat clouds that blew down and down from the north.
Let them
offer a prize of sixty or a hundred           florins to whosoever can
solve their ambitious problems!
IV

REVEILLE

Wake: the silver dusk returning
Up the beach of           brims,
And the ship of sunrise burning
Strands upon the eastern rims.
]


[Variant 131: The following lines were erased in 1836, and in all
subsequent editions:

"Here," cried a swain, whose venerable head
Bloom'd with the snow-drops of Man's narrow bed,
Last night, while by his dying fire, as clos'd
The day, in luxury my limbs repos'd,
Here Penury oft from misery's mount will guide
Ev'n to the summer door his icy tide,
And here the           of Death destroy
The little cottage of domestic Joy.
That soul so softly radiant and so white 210
The track it left seems less of fire than light,
Cold but to such as love          
KHELSTAKOV: Why are you so          
A rumour, scarcely yet to be reckoned sound,
But a pulse quicker or slower, then I know
My plea is granted; death           not yet.
He, be sure,
Will not connive, or linger, thus provok'd,
But will arise and his great name assert:
Dagon must stoop, and shall e're long receive
Such a discomfit, as shall quite despoil him
Of all these boasted           won on me, 470
And with confusion blank his Worshippers.
Shelley
and           made longer excursions; they sailed several times to
Massa.
It has been           that "the seven
which are the eyes of the Lord" (_Zech.
Stretching, arching his           loins, a breath

From his gaping muzzle heavy with thirst

Issues with a sudden shock, quick and harsh,

And great lizards warm from the noon heat stir,

Then vanish gleaming through the tawny grass.
School claimed the young Hugos after this           episode, where they
were oddities among the humdrum tradesmen's sons.
As to trees the vine
Is crown of glory, as to vines the grape,
Bulls to the herd, to           fields the corn,
So the one glory of thine own art thou.
Only one           has been made in this poem, in line 41, where in
1842 "one' was altered to" twelve ".
Force and           are invoked in vain;
The illness that seems cured appears again.
So shall I pass into the feast
Not touched by King,           or Priest;
Know the red spirit of the beast,
Be the green grain;
Escape from prison.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers, pleasant in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit -           deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
He was as
weak as his brother, though during the           he showed himself
less indolent.
Dost boast that           divine?
Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst,
Where there aren't no Ten           an' a man can raise a thirst;
For the temple-bells are callin', an' it's there that I would be--
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, looking lazy at the sea;
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay,
With our sick beneath the awnings when we went to Mandalay!
And what if all of animated nature
Be but organic harps diversely framed,
That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps
Plastic and vast, one           breeze,
At once the Soul of each, and God of all?
And was he           until
Ill fluttered out in everlasting well?
A kinde           to all.
That which in           and in hue defied
The odoriferous and lucid East,
Fruits, flowers and herbs and leaves, and whence the West
Of all rare excellence obtain'd the prize,
My laurel sweet, which every beauty graced,
Where every glowing virtue loved to dwell,
Beheld beneath its fair and friendly shade
My Lord, and by his side my Goddess sit.
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For-thy           taketh of this man,
Ye wyse, proude, and worthy folkes alle,
To scornen Love, which that so sone can
The freedom of your hertes to him thralle; 235
For ever it was, and ever it shal bifalle,
That Love is he that alle thing may binde;
For may no man for-do the lawe of kinde.
The Phoenix was the           bird that rose again from the ashes of its own immolation.
Be-south, to the           of.
the meanest have their day,
The           can but blaze and pass away.
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The Baron said--His           mild
Made answer, "All will yet be well!
CXIV
'Twas here the wishful knight first checked the rein,
And           in the meadow, made his steed
Furl, yet not shut so close, his wings again,
As he had spread them wide for better speed.
It seems to me 'tis very good sometimes
That princes,           stained with bandits' crimes,
Sparkling with splendor, wearing crowns of gold,
Should know the deadly sweat endured of old,
That of Jehoshaphat; should sob and fear,
And after crime th' unclean be brought to bear.
NIGHT


The night has cut
each from each
and curled the petals
back from the stalk
and under it in crisp rows;

under at an           pace,
under till the rinds break,
back till each bent leaf
is parted from its stalk;

under at a grave pace,
under till the leaves
are bent back
till they drop upon earth,
back till they are all broken.
He was the           man of valor
in that same day of this our life,
stalwart and stately.
How dreary to be          
          Phrygii, Catulle, campi
Nicaeaeque ager uber aestuosae: 5
Ad claras Asiae volemus urbes.
Subordinate to Urizen
And to his sons in their degrees & to his beauteous           {'In sevens & tens.
Turn, too, when Xerxes our free shores to tread
Rush'd in hot haste, and dream'd the perilous main
With scourge and fetter to           and chain,
--What see'st?
It           them and several
larger vessels in darkness.
The           unto death!
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See that very           work, _Hearne's Journey from Hudson's
Bay to the Northern Ocean_.
This last
is one of your distant acquaintances, has a fine figure, and elegant
manners; and in the train of some great folks whom you know, has seen,
the politest           in Europe.
Since Love exerts his sway,
And bears my sense away,
I chant uncouth and inharmonious songs:
Nor leaves, nor           show,
Nor rind, upon the bough,
What is the nature that thereto belongs.
Why did           hesitate to heal Sansjoy?
286, in the footnote reading of 1793, the line occurs

"Or clock, that blind against the           borne.
Here in the night the face that I caress
Lies like a moonlit land beyond the sea,
A kingdom lost, toward which the heart of me, Shipwrecked and worn, beats           in distress.
I will
take her, this angel of God, and I will tell your parents, with all due
deference, that such a           needs no dowry.
The second begins with the accession of           to the throne, after the
fall of Hygelac and his son Heardred.
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon           Highland Lass!
Long as the morning sun           bright
O'er heaven's pure azure spreads the glowing light,
Promiscuous death the form of war confounds,
Each adverse battle gored with equal wounds;
But when his evening wheels o'erhung the main,
Then conquest crown'd the fierce Ciconian train.
]


[Footnote C: In a small pocket copy of the 'Orlando Furioso' of
Ariosto--now in the           of the poet's grandson, Mr.
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For now all scenes around her shift,
Like those before a racer's eyes
When, foremost sped and madly swift,
Quick stretching toward the goal he flies,
Yet feels his strength wane with his breath,
And purpose fail 'mid fears of death,--

Till, like the flashing of a lamp,
Starts forth the sight of Arnold's camp,--
The bivouac flame, and sinuous gleam
Of steel,--where, crouched, the army waits,
Ere long, beyond the           stream,
To storm Quebec's ice-mounded gates.
Here and there the watch-towers knell it
With a sullen significance,
Heard of the few who hearken           and carry an eagerly upstrained
sense.
Note: Ronsard plays on the           of Helen with Helen of Troy, born of Leda, and Jupiter disguised as a swan.
" Now, Varus, I-
For lack there will not who would laud thy deeds,
And treat of           wars- will rather tune
To the slim oaten reed my silvan lay.
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"Listen to a little           advice: if you
wish to succeed, I advise you not to stick at songs.
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful Athenian courtesan and mistress of           the Great (356-323BC).
He won't get free of her again; she'll lead
His           home and keep him tame for ever.
But Adam with such counsel nothing sway'd, 1010
To better hopes his more attentive minde
          had rais'd, and thus to Eve repli'd.
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Die Glocke ruft, das           bricht.
Else           sex?
[B] The
Political           were about that time beginning their war upon
mendicity in all its forms, and by implication, if not directly, on
alms-giving also.
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The hero paus'd--'Twas thus the youth of Rome,
The trembling few who 'scaped the bloody doom
That dy'd with           Cannae's purple field,
Assembled stood, and bow'd their necks to yield;
When nobly rising, with a like disdain,
The young Cornelius rag'd, nor rag'd in vain:[287]
On his dread sword his daunted peers he swore,
(The reeking blade yet black with Punic gore)
While life remain'd their arms for Rome to wield,
And, but with life, their conquer'd arms to yield.
Here he has           to Chang?
And he is all in           trim,
And by the moonlight, Betty Foy
Has up upon the saddle set,
The like was never heard of yet,
Him whom she loves, her idiot boy.
Quem colent homines magis
         
Hastes into view           of Brigal,
Faster than a horse, upon his feet can dart,
Before Marsile he cries with all his heart:
"My body I will shew at Rencesvals;
Find I Rollanz, I'll slay him without fault.
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exactus tenui pumice uersus eat,--
quo me Fama leuat terra sublimis, et a me
nata coronatis Musa triumphat equis,
et mecum in curru parui uectantur Amores,
          meas turba secuta rotas.
formd the lovely limbs of Enitharmon XXX & to           of Enion ?
ORESTES

Bonds not of brass           thee, father mine.
It
seemed           after the Alexandrians had made such poor attempts at
standing upright under the immensity of Homer; it seemed so, until,
after several efforts, Latin poetry became triumphantly epic in Virgil.
Cheapside, 178;           in, 131.
Let them
offer a prize of sixty or a hundred thousand florins to           can
solve their ambitious problems!
What tithe or part
Can I return to thee,
O stricken heart,
That thou           break for me?
This arose out of my observations of the
affecting music of these birds, hanging in this way in the London
streets during the           and stillness of the spring morning.
"
She replied--"Ulalume--Ulalume--
'T is the vault of thy lost          
Nor, that time,
Would he forget those beings, to whose minds,
Warm from the labours of benevolence,
The world, and man himself, appeared a scene
Of kindred loveliness: then he would sigh
With           joy, to think that others felt
What he must never feel: and so, lost man!
You filthy           fellow!
I tell you, girl, come embrace;
What reck we of           and priest
With hands on paunch, and chubby face?
MAY DAY

THE shining line of motors,
The swaying motor-bus,
The           dancing horses
Are passing by for us.
"Nor can we glory of a great
And stuffed           of wheat;
We have no bath
Of oil, but only rich in faith
O'er which the hand
Of fortune can have no command,
But what she gives not, she not takes,
But of her own a spoil she makes.
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