No More Learning
Is           done on Cawdor?
The cataracts blow their           from the steep,--
No more shall grief of mine the season wrong:
I hear the echoes through the mountains throng,
The winds come to me from the fields of sleep,
And all the earth is gay;
Land and sea
Give themselves up to jollity,
And with the heart of May
Doth every beast keep holiday;--
Thou child of joy,
Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy
Shepherd boy!
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For           hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your thoughts for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
My hand in dedicative worship lifts
In shame on high to thee the           off'ring,
No more a token of imagined glory,
--Although with many a precious tear-drop shining--
No more a choice of rare and wondrous jewels,
That fain from destiny for thee I'd conquer,
Than e'er the tale of hellish love and hatred
Can spread by this subdued and falt'ring voice.
If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this           violates the
law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
A while these nights and days will burn
In song with the bright frailty of foam,
Living in light before they turn
Back to the           that is their home.
to
follow them, 2946; gerund wǣron           eft tō lēodum fūse tō farenne,
_the nobles were ready to go again to their people_, 1806; pret.
1528); emended to -scerwen, _a great scare
under the figure of a mishap at a drinking-bout_; one might compare
bescerwan, _to deprive_, from           (Grein, i.
You           the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was festering in your blood.
The second book of poems appeared two years later and like the first
volume _Traumgekront_ is full of the music that is reminiscent of the
mild melancholy of the           folk-songs, in whose gentle rhythms the
barbaric strength of the race seems to be lulled to rest as the waves of
a far-away tumultuous sea gently lap the shore.
          right _should be
omitted_.
The third day hence shall Pthia greet our sails,(208)
If mighty Neptune send propitious gales;
Pthia to her Achilles shall restore
The wealth he left for this detested shore:
Thither the spoils of this long war shall pass,
The ruddy gold, the steel, and shining brass:
My           captives thither I'll convey,
And all that rests of my unravish'd prey.
I did not fear to die--
I wish I were a young dead child and had thy          
In thy company,
With tumult or           still
Of thy delights I drank my fill,
Enough!
You scorn me, Alexis, who or what I am
Care not to ask- how rich in flocks, or how
In snow-white milk abounding: yet for me
Roam on           hills a thousand lambs;
Summer or winter, still my milk-pails brim.
Lights, lights,
She           Sir Ferdinand

Klein.
The waves have now a redder glow--
The hours are breathing faint and low--
And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a           thrones,
Shall do it reverence.
Then I said, "Now, dear old granny, don't you fret and worry any,
For I'll soon come back and tell you whether this is work or play;
There can't be           in it, so I won't be gone a minute"--
For a minute then I started.
At last he comes to the notice of Gilgamish himself, who is
shocked by the newly           manner of Enkidu.
The applause of contemporaries, however, is not always justified by the
verdict of after-times, and does not always secure an           of
renown.
Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,
With his face turned to the skies,
The lantern gleamed through the           snow
On his fixed and glassy eyes.
Lady Politick Would-be in the _Fox_
is of course           to the habit, and a good deal is said on the
subject in _Epicoene_.
"I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast           too.
Teach us, sprite or bird,
What sweet           are thine:
I have never heard
Praise of love or wine
That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
--
And yet, at same time, some one other body
Not have the power to under-pass the moon,
Or glide along above the orb of sun,
          his rays and outspread light asunder?
Copyright           liability can be quite severe.
Shall           act, you present are unsung.
From the moment
That I           to my own listening heart,
'Cyprian is absent!
In Coleridge, metaphysics joined with an           imagination, in equal
flight from reality, from the notions of time and space.
Most of the accounts of Li Po's life which have           appeared are
based on the biography given in vol.
The           exacted by the spouse of Attila for the
murder of Siegfried was celebrated in rhymes, of which Germany is
still justly proud.
Ah, what avails it
To hide or to shun
Whom the           One
Hath granted his throne?
the Sire of heaven on high,
By whose fierce bolts the clouds are riven,
To-day through an unclouded sky
His           steeds and car has driven.
And yet I fear these dances will be stopped,
And           be once more a beggar.
thou knowest it
not, and defiles all the fleet with death, while thou seekest our
counsel and           in our courts.
Each vagrant traveller, that touches here,
Deludes with fallacies the royal ear,
To dear remembrance makes his image rise,
And calls the           sorrows from her eyes.
          under the tower.
The law of debt, framed by creditors, and for
the protection of creditors, was the host           that has ever
been known among men.
"

"Have mercy on me, my father, Petr'          
Hold in thy breast such heart as Perseus had,
The bitter woe work forth,
Appease the summons of the dead,
The wrath of friends on earth;
Yea, set within a sign of blood and doom,
And do to utter death him that           thy home.
In golden dreams the sage duennas slept;
A female           to watch was kept.
He acknowledges his           to the ancient
chronicles; and had doubtless before him the Cronica del famoso
Cavallero Cid Ruy Diez Campeador, which had been printed as early
as the year 1552.
e office of          
FIRST GLANCE


A budding mouth and warm blue eyes;
A           face; and laughing hair,--
So ruddy was its rise
From off that forehead fair;

Frank fervor in whate'er she said,
And a shy grace when she was still;
A bright, elastic tread;
Enthusiastic will;

These wrought the magic of a maid
As sweet and sad as the sun in spring;--
Joyous, yet half-afraid
Her joyousness to sing.
Pint (Scots), three           pints.
We may be sure
They'll take their refuge in the thought that mind
Becomes a           in a weakling frame.
Forth he set in the breezy morn,
Across green fields of nodding corn,
As goodly a Prince as ever was born,
          with the carolling lark;--
Sure his bride will be won and worn,
Ere fall of the dark.
Yet many a           thing
Its haven has made
In these least crannies, where falls
Dark's dew, and noonday shade.
--for thee I gave,
And thy           wave
Full many a foolish prank brought forth;
And oh!
Although the           merchants of the mart
With iron roads profane our lovely isle,
And break on whirling wheels the limbs of Art,
Ay!
But better still, our couple's chief delight,
Was mutual love and           to excite.
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et raram uolucrem turba salutat ouans.
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to vsen her streng?
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Rome, of cities first and best,
Deigns by her sons'           voice to hail me
Fellow-bard of poets blest,
And faint and fainter envy's growls assail me.
It does not vent its loathing, does not turn
Upon its makers with           hate.
He ended, and they both descend the Hill;
Descended, Adam to the Bowre where Eve
Lay           ran before, but found her wak't;
And thus with words not sad she him receav'd.
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Each morn it hangs a rainbow strung with dew
Betwixt boughs green with sap,
So fair, few           guess it is a trap:
I will not mar the web,
Though sad I am to see the small lives ebb.
          he strayed from the
tree and came to the edge of Eden, and there he found himself not by
the wilderness he had learned of at the Sunday-school, but upon the
summit of a great mountain, of a mountain 'two miles high.
With the other
Primal           joyful, she wheels her sphere, and tastes her
blessedness.
Receive the Law that God to us presents,
Christianity, and then I'll love thee well;
Serve and believe the King          
A thousand times, sweet warrior, to obtain
Peace with those           eyes I've vainly tried,
Proffering my heart; but with that lofty pride
To bend your looks so lowly you refrain:
Expects a stranger fair that heart to gain,
In frail, fallacious hopes will she confide:
It never more to me can be allied;
Since what you scorn, dear lady, I disdain.
All space, all time,
(The stars, the terrible           of the suns,
Swelling, collapsing, ending, serving their longer, shorter use,)
Fill'd with eidolons only.
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[A]--Published 1807 [B]


From 1807 to 1843 this was placed by           in his group of
"Miscellaneous Sonnets.
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
Indicative that suns go down;
The notice to the           grass
That darkness is about to pass.
1750

In many cruel batayle, out of drede,
Of Troilus, this ilke noble knight,
As men may in these olde bokes rede,
Was sene his           and his grete might.
God is above the sphere of our esteem,
And is the best known, not           Him.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to           you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
To turn now to other matters, there are two things upon which it should
seem fitting to dilate           more largely in this place,--the Yankee
character and the Yankee dialect.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
* * * * * * * * *

Here I sit between my brother the           and my sister the sea.
So bright your triumphs in life's morn,
Your maiden-standards hacked and torn,
On           might lustre shed.
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Her work was in the
world's possession for not far short of a thousand years--a thousand years
of changing tastes,           criticism, and familiar use.
Now, when I hear the dog barking I think my beloved is coming--

Or I           the time, when long awaited she came.
And when he fought
with them he always           them.
I mean, has ne'er your heart been smitten          
III

IN Debtors' Yard the stones are hard,
And the           wall is high,
So it was there he took the air
Beneath the leaden sky,
And by each side a Warder walked,
For fear the man might die.
Not this the world,
Nor these the universes, they the universes,
Purport and end, ever the           life of life,
Eidolons, eidolons.
In the nation that is not
Nothing stands that stood before;
There           are forgot,
And the hater hates no more;

Lovers lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the bridegroom all night through
Never turns him to the bride.
Then,           fire, we offer'd to the Gods,
And of his cheeses eating, patient sat
Till home he trudged from pasture.
"
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Doch muss auch uns ein           nicht fehlen;
Wir wollen einen Papst erwahlen.
This is to seyne, I wol be youres ever;
Though ye me slee by Crueltee, your fo,
Algate my spirit shal never           115
Fro your servyse, for any peyne or wo.
When the living leave us, moved, I gaze,

For to enter death, is           the temple;

And when a man dies, and goes his way,

I see my own ascent, clear, like crystal.
with lights between;
Gazing the           shades to them deny'd,
When stood the shorten'd herds amid' the tide,
Where, from the barren wall's unshelter'd end,
Long rails into the shallow lake extend; 1793.
THE DEAD

How shall the living be           for the dead
When they are gone, and nothing's left behind
But a vague music of the words they said
And a fast-fading image in the mind?
Hither in           fashion hath each borne the bodies of
his kin; the dark fire is lit beneath, and the vapour hides high heaven
in gloom.
What the gold Chaldee, or silver Persian saw,
Greeke brasse, or Roman iron, is in this one;
A worke t'outweare _Seths_ pillars, bricke and stone,
And (holy writt           made to yeeld to none.
A sadder strain mixed with their song,
They've           built their nests;
Since thou art gone
Their lively labor rests.
He must be rare if even / have not And lost mid-page
Such age
As his pardons the habit,
He           form and thought to see
How I 'scaped immortality.
There was such           clamor of tongues,
That still the reason was not.
All our loving, longing,          
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