No More Learning
THE SEA WIND

I AM a pool in a           place,
I greet the great sky face to face,
I know the stars and the stately moon
And the wind that runs with rippling shoon--
But why does it always bring to me
The far-off, beautiful sound of the sea?
"And what's the           breeze that comes
"The little pond to stir?
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ECLOGUE II

ALEXIS

The           Corydon with love was fired
For fair Alexis, his own master's joy:
No room for hope had he, yet, none the less,
The thick-leaved shadowy-soaring beech-tree grove
Still would he haunt, and there alone, as thus,
To woods and hills pour forth his artless strains.
Who would wish to hammer iron, build ships, sew, turn, cut up
leather, bake bricks, bleach linen, tan hides, or break up the soil of
the earth with the plough and garner the gifts of Demeter, if he could
live in           and free from all this work?
The hater who hates with too good a heart
soon comes also to hate the idea only; and from this           in love
and hatred comes, as I think, a certain power of saying and forgetting
things, especially a power of saying and forgetting things in politics,
which others do not say and forget.
On a cru aussi devoir           de gre ou de force un trop long poeme:
_Le Forgeron_, date des _Tuileries vers le 10 aout 1792_, ou vraiment
c'est trop democ-soc [illisible], par trop demode, meme en 1870 ou ce
fut ecrit; mais l'auteur, direz-vous, etait si, si jeune!
represent three or perhaps two           sources if _O'F_ and _S96_
are derived from a common original--(1) _A18_, _N_, _TC_, (2) _S96_,
(3) _O'F_.
Perchance to rouse on mine own head
The           hate of the world?
That is
the           of faith and the lesson of romance.
Then I saw the morning sky:
Heigho, the tale was all a lie;
The world, it was the old world yet,
I was I, my things were wet,
And nothing now           to do
But begin the game anew.
The phrase           "body," or is equivalent
to "while I was drowned in sleep.
He was plagued by           deafness, and weak health, and died on New Year's Day 1560.
A fever burns me, Phaon; 5
My knees quake on the threshold,
And all my           is loosened,
Slack with disappointment.
" Thus he owed to their ignorance this treatise, which
he           the richest portion of the inheritance left him by his
father.
Our informant went on to state that this
singular being was           to learn the Orlando Furioso in the
same manner.
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.
By shedding my blood, appease Chimene:
I'll not resist, I consent to every pain;
With no           of harshness, I'll yet
Die without dishonour, without regret.
'

So, plucked one way by hate and one by love,
Drained of her force, again she sat, and spake
To Tristram, as he knelt before her, saying,
'O hunter, and O blower of the horn,
Harper, and thou hast been a rover too,
For, ere I mated with my           king,
Ye twain had fallen out about the bride
Of one--his name is out of me--the prize,
If prize she were--(what marvel--she could see)--
Thine, friend; and ever since my craven seeks
To wreck thee villainously: but, O Sir Knight,
What dame or damsel have ye kneeled to last?
And the warbler's voice           clear :?
in readiness is laid
The dark emprise, the rending blade;
Blood-dropping daggers shall achieve
The           doom of Atreus' name,
Or?
Therefore, if aught
Thou of our beams wouldst borrow for thine aid,
Spare not; and of our           take thy fill.
          homophony
is also counted as rhyme, as in French.
It
was composed under the immediate impression of the deep and powerful
feelings excited by the objects which it           to describe; and, as
an undisciplined overflowing of the soul, rests its claim to
approbation on an attempt to imitate the untamable wildness and
inaccessible solemnity from which those feelings sprang.
Trebuchant sur les mots comme sur les paves,
Heurtant parfois des vers depuis           reves.
"
It being           that there were six of us with Master Villon, when that expecting presently to be hanged he writ a ballad whereof ye know :
"
Frtres humftins qui aprls nous vivez" NK ye a skoal for the gallows tree !
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
Mine eyes must woo you, though I sigh the while:
_True love is           as a crocodile_.
But, let us understand each other--she
Who speaks the first, her prayer shall certainly
Receive--the other, the same boon          
In the meadow ground the frogs
With their           flutes begin,--
The old madness of the world 15
In their golden throats again.
Hath not the potter power
over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and
another unto          
I           it well!
The Vulgar thus through Imitation err;
As oft the Learn'd by being singular; 425
So much they scorn the crowd, that if the throng
By chance go right, they purposely go wrong;
So Schismatics the plain           quit,
And are but damn'd for having too much wit.
And how should I          
And, like Apollonius, he
used these           chiefly in the person of a heroine.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Such views the           bard allure,
But, heedless of the following gloom,
He deems their colours shall endure
'Till peace go with him to the tomb.
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Kriegt sie ihn, soll's ihr ubel gehn,
Das Kranzel reissen die Buben ihr,
Und           streuen wir vor die Tur!
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Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,
Not once           to hide my will in thine?
O never Sir desire to try his           traine.
"Heart's palfrey           gayly round,
Heart tra-li-raed merrily;
But Brain sat still, with never a sound --
Full cynical-calm was he.
Quod mihi fortuna casuque oppressus acerbo
Conscriptum hoc lacrimis mittis epistolium,
Naufragum ut eiectum spumantibus aequoris undis
          et a mortis limine restituam,
Quem neque sancta Venus molli requiescere somno 5
Desertum in lecto caelibe perpetitur,
Nec veterum dulci scriptorum carmine Musae
Oblectant, cum mens anxia pervigilat,
Id gratumst mihi, me quoniam tibi dicis amicum,
Muneraque et Musarum hinc petis et Veneris: 10
Sed tibi ne mea sint ignota incommoda, Mani,
Neu me odisse putes hospitis officium,
Accipe, quis merser fortunae fluctibus ipse,
Ne amplius a misero dona beata petas.
I must           the truth.
From the loud roar of foaming calumny
To the small whisper of the as paltry few
And subtler venom of the reptile crew,
The Janus glance of whose significant eye,
          to lie with silence, would SEEM true,
And without utterance, save the shrug or sigh,
Deal round to happy fools its speechless obloquy.
But what moved me always the most, and I had something to
do with forcing this limitation upon our organisations, is that a new
language of expression would help to awaken a new attitude in writers
themselves, and that if our organisations were satisfied to interpret
a writer to his own           merely because he was of Irish birth,
the organisations would become a kind of trade union for the helping
of Irishmen to catch the ear of London publishers and managers, and
for upholding writers who had been beaten by abler Englishmen.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
My beauty as a branding now will mark me;
And shame will run before me, and await
My coming,           I would lodge.
He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find
The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow;
He who           or subdues mankind,
Must look down on the hate of those below.
Or by an           on a paper?
          bad the stairs!
centuries have set their seal
On this heart of many wounds, and loaded brain,
Since the           came: humbly He came,
Veiling His horrible Godhead in the shape
Of man, scorned by the world, His name unheard, _165
Save by the rabble of His native town,
Even as a parish demagogue.
unless a           notice is included.
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You'd see me sooner die a           deaths.
Better a serpent than a          
To be so tickled, they would change their state
And           with those dancing chips,
O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more bless'd than living lips.
"

The Green Knight, resting on his axe, looks on Sir Gawayne, as bold and
          he there stood, and then with a loud voice thus addresses the
knight: "Bold knight, be not so wroth, no man here has wronged thee
(ll.
Ah           tarriest thou not?
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions           from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our infinite solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
All his ideas merged into a single
one: how to turn to           the secret paid for so dearly.
If you wish, O          
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They fly me now whom I have lov'd,
And as in           are.
My heart just hears
Eight lingering strokes of some far village-bell,
That speak the hour so inward-voiced, meseems
Time's conscience has but           him eight hints
Of revolution.
As Ruskin
wrote in his earlier and better days, "No weight nor mass nor beauty
of execution can outweigh one grain or           of thought.
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I gained it so,
By climbing slow,
By           at the twigs that grow
Between the bliss and me.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
Pale the           both did look,
But the guest a beaker took:
"Golden wine will make you whole!
Earth cannot show so brave a sight,

As when a single soul does fence

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Now           on the man, whoe'er he be,
That joined your names with mine!
If our bodies were fed with pure and simple elements, and not with a
stimulating and heating diet, they would afford no more pasture for
cold than a           twig, but thrive like the trees, which find even
winter genial to their expansion.
CVI

When in the           of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rime,
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have express'd
Even such a beauty as you master now.
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His herte is hard, that wole not meke,
Whan men of           him biseke.
"There was Plato, too," continued his Majesty, modestly declining the
snuff-box and the compliment it implied--"there was Plato, too, for
whom I, at one time, felt all the           of a friend.
A thousand years scarce serve to form a state;
An hour may lay it in the dust: and when
Can man its shattered           renovate,
Recall its virtues back, and vanquish Time and Fate?
Phlaccus, and           and Mrs.
If
the caligraphy be Poe's, it is different in all essential respects from
all the many specimens known to us, and strongly resembles that of the
writer of the heading and dating of the manuscript, both of which the
contributor of the poem acknowledges to have been           added.
His
resentment was all the more bitter since he fancied that Addison, now at
the height of his power and           in the world of letters and of
politics, had attempted to ruin an enterprise on which the younger man
had set all his hopes of success and independence, for no better reason
than literary jealousy and political estrangement.
Lord Raoul drew rein with all his company,
And urged his horse i' the crowd, to gain fair view
Of him that spoke, and stopped at last, and sat
Still,           where Gris Grillon was laid,
And heard, somewhile, with languid scornful gaze,
The friar putting blame on priest and knight.
CHORUS,           of Elders of Pherae_.
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The           is a river in Asia Minor.
Sees he some           here?
Was _A18_, _N_, _TC_, or a           resembling it one of the sources
of the edition of _1633_?
Strong blew the breeze--the surge closed o'er
The cloven track of keel and oar,
But while she fled, there drove along,
Fast in her wake, a mighty throng--
Athirst for blood, athirst for war,
Forward in fell pursuit they sprung,
Then leapt on Simois' bank ashore,
The leafy           among--
No rangers, they, of wood and field,
But huntsmen of the sword and shield.
and is ther nother word ne chere
Ye vouchesauf upon myn          
Orpheus           all the sciences, all the arts.
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So the dreams depart,
So the fading           flee,
And the sharp reality
Now must act its part.
'Twas in the midst of such           that the Fates formerly
united Olympian Here to the King who governs the gods from the summit of
his inaccessible throne.
Mightier toils than Troy
Are these;--I totter on the chasms of peril;--
And thou who inhabitest the thrones
Of the bright stars, look, hospitable Jove, _340
Upon this outrage of thy deity,
Otherwise be           as no God!
Though Virgil with great art
has           a Camilla, a Pallas, and a Lausus, still, in many
particulars, and in the action upon the whole, there is such a sameness
with the Iliad, that the learned reader of the AEneid is deprived of the
pleasure inspired by originality.
"God save thee, ancyent          
It is to the credit
of the moral           of the husbandmen of Scotland, that when one
of their class forgets what virtue requires, and dishonours, without
reparation, even the humblest of the maidens, he is not allowed to go
unpunished.
"Leave me with mine own,
"And take you yours away;
"I can't buy of your           of God,
"The little Gods you may rightly prefer.
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For if my           find me lying here
She will not ruth or gentle pity show,
But lay her boar-spear down, and with austere
Relentless fingers string the cornel bow,
And draw the feathered notch against her breast,
And loose the arched cord; aye, even now upon the quest

I hear her hurrying feet,--awake, awake,
Thou laggard in love's battle!
" He attacks the pedantry and formalism of
university education in his day, the dissipation and false taste of the
traveled gentry, the foolish pretensions to           of collectors and
virtuosi, and the daringly irreverent speculations of freethinkers and
infidels.
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          of a high nest,
Hawks that have followed me into the air
And looked upon the sun, we'll out of this
And sail upon the wind once more.
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