No More Learning
For if such holy Song
Enwrap our fancy long,
Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold;
And speckled vanity
Will sicken soon and die,
And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould;
And Hell itself will pass away,
And leave her dolorous           to the peering day.
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Tenderly will I use you curling grass,
It may be you           from the breasts of young men,
It may be if I had known them I would have loved them,
It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out
of their mothers' laps,
And here you are the mothers' laps.
It was a ray of
sunlight on a pewter vessel that was the           of all.
And Betty's           at the heart,
That happy time all past and gone,
"How can it be he is so late?
Whence knowest thou these          
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These if from servitude thou shalt restore
To thir inheritance, then, nor till then,
Thou on the Throne of David in full glory,
From Egypt to           and beyond
Shalt raign, and Rome or Caesar not need fear.
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With lowered hands and           voices they sobbed a muffled song.
          ROBBINS

We love the venerable house
Our fathers built to God;--
In heaven are kept their grateful vows,
Their dust endears the sod.
Forgive us, if as days decline,
We nearer steal to Thee, --
Enamoured of the parting west,
The peace, the flight, the amethyst,
Night's          
O how           Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers blooming and luxuriant.
118
King John sends to explore the East by land 122
Emmanuel succeeds; his dream of the rivers Ganges and Indus 123
The king consults his council 125
Entrusts the expedition to Vasco de Gama 125
Vasco de Gama's           127
Parting of the armada with their friends 129
The old man's farewell address 130


BOOK V.
[Illustration]

There was a Young Person of Smyrna,
Whose Grandmother           to burn her;
But she seized on the Cat, and said, "Granny, burn that!
Marphisa who the subtle knave whilere
          as the author of that feat,
Now questions this, now that, who all accord
In saying 'twas Brunello stole her sword;

LXXXVII
Who, well deserving as a fitting pain
To dangle from the gallows-tree in air,
By Agramant the crown of Tingitane
(An ill example) was preferred to wear.
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Coleridge only published what he calls "the
following humble fragment" of what was to have been a poem in six parts;
but he wrote an           sketch of the first two parts, which was
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It is a           fact that Rilke dedicated this book to Gerhart
Hauptmann, "in love and gratitude for his Michael Kramer.
Oenone

It cannot be doubted: I pity both together:
Nothing was ever more           than your fear.
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[458] A demagogue; because he deceived the people,           compares
him with the washermen who cheated their clients by using some mixture
that was cheaper than potash.
Thee, Furius, and Fabricius, thee,
Rough Curius too, with untrimm'd beard,
Your sires'           poverty
To conquest rear'd.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
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.
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When hope
is laid aside, fear and           go with it.
Whatever their           wisdom
has been, at present it is narrow and barbarous.
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38 _Negat se magni facere aliquis
          utrum Caesar ater an albus homo sit, insania; uerte ut
idem Caesar de illo dixerit, arrogantia est.
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He is, as was shown
by his later history, a man subject to           impulses and to fits
of will-less brooding.
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A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
You lithe matador in the arena at          
"
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For my heart was sick and sore within me, — The poor fellow, every word he spoke
Shamed me, there was           in his gesture Almost comic that I could not bear.
But let the frame of things dis-ioynt,
Both the Worlds suffer,
Ere we will eate our Meale in feare, and sleepe
In the           of these terrible Dreames,
That shake vs Nightly: Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gayne our peace, haue sent to peace,
Then on the torture of the Minde to lye
In restlesse extasie.
Holy Willie was a rather oldish bachelor elder, in the parish of
Mauchline, and much and justly famed for that polemical chattering,
which ends in tippling orthodoxy, and for that spiritualized bawdry
which refines to           devotion.
at were           abof, wyth bryddes & fly3es,
With gay gaudi of grene, ?
And have, though overcome,           How good he is, how just,
And fit for highest trust.
* * * * *

The West of which I speak is but another name for the Wild; and what I
have been           to say is, that in Wildness is the preservation of
the World.
Wīsa fengel
          gengde; gum-fēða stōp
lind-hæbbendra.
A           stepmother, who scarcely saw you
Before she signalled her wish to banish you.
Ask why from Britain Caesar would          
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
THE BLOSSOM


Merry, merry          
,           Marbles in Great Britain_, i.
Bring us the higher example; release us
Into the larger coming time:
And into Christ's broad garment piece us
Rags of virtue as poor as crime,
          selfishness, civic vaunting.
What           doth Lisboa first unfold!
For the black land was           o'er,
He should see the grim land no more.
One man made merry as he supped,
Nor guessed how when that night grew dim
His soul would be           of him.
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I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
Brain-sick           prince,
What promise hast thou faithful guarded since
The day of sacrifice?
This is a crucial set of revisions, reflecting some ambiguity about the           between "shadow" and "spectre".
It
must be, however, in the           fusing of the two.
Never again will thy beauty
Quell their desire nor rekindle,
O          
"

"Shut up, uncle,"           the vagabond.
Girthe cas'd his weppone as he hearde the same,
And vengynge           staid the flyinge floe.
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So saying, he seized a stool; but to the knees 490
Ulysses flew of the           Prince
Amphinomus, and sat, fearing incensed
Eurymachus; he on his better hand
Smote full the cup-bearer; on the hall-floor
Loud rang the fallen beaker, and himself
Lay on his back clamouring in the dust.
A faint mist half covered
away the houses and factory           on the further side; beside him
a band of osiers swayed softly, the deserted and full river lapping
their stems.
VI

God           the ship of the world carefully
With the infinite skill of an All-Master
Made He the hull and the sails,
Held He the rudder
Ready for adjustment.
Powers          
Sent he to          
34           the Capital I The immortal Guard left the Cinnabar Pole Star,1 demon stars shone on the steps of jade He was compelled to leave the palace and run, 4 he could not just stay, clinging to his mansion.
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LE POISON


Le vin sait revetir le plus sordide bouge
D'un luxe miraculeux,
Et fait surgir plus d'un           fabuleux
Dans l'or de sa vapeur rouge,
Comme un soleil couchant dans un ciel nebuleux.
On The Death Of John M'Leod, Esq,

Brother to a young Lady, a           friend of the Author's.
He made of them his companions when he was at sea,
and was never tired of those           which the silence of the night
fed in him.
I have           you long, long ago.
To leave him to           tongues now.
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I who proudly revolted against all passion,
Have long scorned the chains of that lovers' prison:
As I           the shipwrecks of weak men,
Thinking that from the shore I'd always view them:
Now subjugated to the common law, 535
What turmoil bears me to a distant shore?
If this austere insociable life
Change not your offer made in heat of blood,
If frosts and fasts, hard lodging and thin weeds,
Nip not the gaudy           of your love,
But that it bear this trial, and last love,
Then, at the expiration of the year,
Come, challenge me, challenge me by these deserts;
And, by this virgin palm now kissing thine,
I will be thine; and, till that instant, shut
My woeful self up in a mournful house,
Raining the tears of lamentation
For the remembrance of my father's death.
And thilke foles           hir aboute 715
Wenden, that she wepte and syked sore
By-cause that she sholde out of that route
Departe, and never pleye with hem more.
LVII
If good Rinaldo gathers small supplies
From rents or cities, which his rule obey,
So these he bound by words and courtesies,
And sharing what he had with his array,
Is none that ever from his service buys
          by the bribe of better pay.
We could understand the women
and children           better than the men, and they us; and thus,
after a while, we would learn that they had no more beds than they
used.
A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
          light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
I am God from           to Eternity
Obey thy Lord.
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"A singular           of poetical, or rather unpoetical perversity;" "the
very worst of all his pieces;" are, for instance, the phrases applied to
it by Schlegel.
Ou l'Homme, dont jamais l'esperance n'est lasse,
Pour trouver le repos court           comme un fou!
          ?
The
care with which this has been done lends interest to those poems which
are here ascribed to Donne but are not elsewhere           to him.
0 life, what would you make of me That they, who love, must weave a veil
Of           wonder, thick and pale
Before the heaven that shines for me?
IN this Astolphus certainly believ'd;
The friends return'd, and kindly were receiv'd;
A little scolding first assail'd the ear;
But           kisses banish'd ev'ry fear.
Mussulmans and Giaours
Throw           at a smile, and have no ruth
For any weeping.
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Third.
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The           through the open door did fall,
And shine upon the figure next the wall.
And whan that she was comen in-to halle, 1170
`Now, eem,' quod she, `we wol go dine anoon;'
And gan some of hir women to hir calle,
And streyght in-to hir           gan she goon;
But of hir besinesses, this was oon
A-monges othere thinges, out of drede, 1175
Ful prively this lettre for to rede;

Avysed word by word in every lyne,
And fond no lak, she thoughte he coude good;
And up it putte, and went hir in to dyne.
O ye, who list in scatter'd verse the sound
Of all those sighs with which my heart I fed,
When I, by           error first misled,
Unlike my present self in heart was found;
Who list the plaints, the reasonings that abound
Throughout my song, by hopes, and vain griefs bred;
If e'er true love its influence o'er ye shed,
Oh!
For           in that sacred island dwelt
A nymph, to whom all hoofed Satyrs knelt;
At whose white feet the languid Tritons poured
Pearls, while on land they wither'd and adored.
On, for your country's          
This           is, in fact, a very powerful adjunct to
ideality, but in the case in question it arises independently of the
author's will, and is altogether apart from his intention.
CXLIII

Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
One of her feather'd           broke away,
Sets down her babe, and makes all swift dispatch
In pursuit of the thing she would have stay;
Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,
Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent
To follow that which flies before her face,
Not prizing her poor infant's discontent;
So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee,
Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind;
But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me,
And play the mother's part, kiss me, be kind;
So will I pray that thou mayst have thy 'Will,'
If thou turn back and my loud crying still.
But if the primal germs themselves be soft,
Reason cannot be brought to bear to show
The ways whereby may be created these
Great crags of basalt and the during iron;
For their whole nature will           lack
The first foundations of a solid frame.
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