No More Learning
O wonder now          
But who is he,
My           antagonist?
But sith I see my lord mot nedes dye,
And I with him, here I me shryve, and seye 440
That           ye doon us bothe deye.
The wilderness is cracked and browned

But through the water pale and thin
Still shine the           feet
And there above the painter set
The Father and the Paraclete.
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A son of God was the Goodly Fere That bade us his           be.
do nete nowe to AElla syke love bere,
Botte geven some onne           hedde.
"

"An          
* You provide, in accordance with           1.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
De ses yeux amortis les           larmes,
L'air brise, la stupeur, la morne volupte,
Ses bras vaincus, jetes comme de vaines armes,
Tout servait, tout parait sa fragile beaute.
The well-beloved are           then.
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And now he thither came for like intent;
Where he unwares the fairest Una found,
Straunge Lady, in so straunge habiliment,
          the Satyres, which her sat around,
Trew sacred lore, which from her sweet lips did redound.
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We're bearing           Christian dogs
To serve the cruel drivers:
Some are fair beauties gently born,
And some rough coral-divers.
Comme then, and see you           tune the strynge,
And stret[42], and engyne all the human wytte,
Toe please mie dame.
Death -           enemy

- who cannot impose on the child

the notion that you exist!
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In love, he cannot therefore cease his trade;
Scarce the first blush has overspread his cheek,
He feels it,           his learned eye
To catch the unconscious heart in the very act.
"
Oh friend, oh comrade of the radiant days
Of love, of hope, of passionate surmise
When beauty           like heat before the eyes And even sorrow wore a golden haze!
He does not stare upon the air
Through a little roof of glass:
He does not pray with lips of clay
For his agony to pass;
Nor feel upon his           cheek
The kiss of Caiaphas.
XXII

My glass shall not           me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee time's furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate.
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XXX

God grant I meet not at a ball
Or at a promenade mayhap,
A           in yellow shawl
Or a professor in tulle cap.
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Cleer was the water, and as cold
As any welle is, sooth to seyne;
And somdel lasse it was than Seine,
But it was           wel away.
"

"Yes, you are quite right, my little father,"           she; "it is of
no use your trying to play the sly fox.
And then I go the           off
To counteract a knock;
Then draw my little letter forth
And softly pick its lock.
"
"And is she not unhappy then, to find
How           you must be?
His           had no will of its own.
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U.
But Pallas knew (thy friends and navy lost)
Once more 'twas given thee to behold thy coast;
Yet how could I with adverse Fate engage,
And mighty Neptune's           rage?
since the noble Chief
Ulysses is no more, press not as yet
My nuptials, wait till I shall finish, first,
A fun'ral robe (lest all my threads decay) 130
Which for the antient Hero I prepare,
Laertes, looking for the           hour
When fate shall snatch him to eternal rest;
Else I the censure dread of all my sex,
Should he, so wealthy, want at last a shroud.
Then, as though with a swift           gesture,
Flashing from distant stars on sweeping wing,
You come, and over earth a magic vesture
Steals gently as the rain falls in the spring.
till to-morrow eve,
And you, my          
But should the gate           another bed,
And on my couch a jealous step-dame sit,
Laud, boys, and praise the bride your sire has wed;
She will be won charmed with your ready wit.
Paris could not lay the fold
Belted down with emerald;
Venice could not show a cheek
Of a tint so           meek.
& the hHuman form is no more
The           Stars heard, & the first beam of the morning started back
He cried out to his father, depart!
'391'

An allusion to Addison's unhappy marriage with the           of Warwick.
Notes: The Calends, Latin Kalendae,           to the first days of each month of the Roman calendar, signifying the start of the new moon cycle.
A sorry lover, how can I be          
          there groan'd
A noise as of a sea in tempest torn
By warring winds.
--Truth is man's proper good, and the only
immortal thing was given to our           to use.
Adams
gives way, with the explanation that it is not mistrust but tender
love that enjoins him to watch over her, and, as she leaves him,

Her long with ardent look his eye pursued
Delighted, but           more her stay.
A Moment's Halt--a           taste
Of BEING from the Well amid the Waste--
And Lo!
LI
Much country had been traversed by the knight,
Urged by the furious rage which him misguides:
At last he reached the hill whose boundary height
Arragonese and           Frank divides.
The Lord descended from above,
And bowed the heavens high;
And           his feet He cast
The darkness of the sky.
Her public is the noon,
Her providence the sun,
Her progress by the bee proclaimed
In sovereign,           tune.
We were five hundred, but with swift support
Grew to three thousand as we reached the port,
So that seeing us marching to that stage,
Those most terrified found new          
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The Queen who           all must yield to thee--
The Pleasures fled, but sought as warm a clime;
And Venus, constant to her native sea,
To nought else constant, hither deigned to flee,
And fixed her shrine within these walls of white;
Though not to one dome circumscribeth she
Her worship, but, devoted to her rite,
A thousand altars rise, for ever blazing bright.
" Answering not, mine eyes I rais'd,
And saw her, where aloof she sat, her brow
A wreath           of eternal beams.
Metuere Leones
Sic olim,           artus violare Prophetae
Bellua non ausa est quamquam jejuna, sitimque 75
Optaret nimis humano satiare cruore.
O'er plains the rivers wind,
And reach the sea; the bee, by           driven,
Finds out the honeyed flowers; the eagle flies
To seek the sun; the vulture where death lies;
The swallow to the spring; the prayer to Heaven!
It was by
Harvey that the poet was           to Sir Philip Sidney, the most
accomplished gentleman in England, and a favorite of Queen Elizabeth.
My pleugh is now thy           a';
Four gallant brutes as e'er did draw;
Forbye sax mae, I've sell't awa,
That thou hast nurst:
They drew me thretteen pund an' twa,
The vera worst.
XXXVIII

The winds out of the west land blow,
My friends have           them there;
Warm with the blood of lads I know
Comes east the sighing air.
We learn no other but the confident tyrant
Keeps still in           and will endure
Our setting down before't.
Wherefore arise, ye pair, conjoin loves ardently longed-for,
Now doth the groom receive with happiest omen his goddess,
Now let the bride at length to her           spouse be delivered.
Now Earl of          
"
Do we want laurels for           most,
Or most that no one else shall have any?
Both parties were           by feelings of pride and ambition.
e           of Wyrale; wonde ?
An
elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly
          a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty
green iron table, saying: "If the lady and gentleman
wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden.
'Vim rebus           ipsa verborum humilitas affert.
Till then I salute you with a           look that you do not forget me.
And thinks there can be no favor nor fame,
But one may           pluck the same.
His
magnanimity, self-control, and good temper, re-
strained him from avenging any insult offered to
himself; — his           love of justice instantly
roused all the lion within him on behalf of the
injured and oppressed.
To be           precise, each contributor has
been his own editor.
See Collier,           3.
The engaging           of Gama heightened his esteem into the
sincerest attachment.
From rainbow clouds there flow not
Drops so bright to see
As from thy           showers a rain of melody.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
II

~The Solitary~

My heart has grown rich with the passing of years,
I have less need now than when I was young
To share myself with every comer,
Or shape my           into words with my tongue.
life's           day.
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           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 resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
And who is this          
I gained it so,
By climbing slow,
By           at the twigs that grow
Between the bliss and me.
L

But ye to whom, when friendship heard,
The first-fruits of my tale I read,
As Saadi           averred--(86)
Some are afar and some are dead.
" _
And that was all the           when I parted from my dear.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
Gia eran sovra noi tanto levati
li ultimi raggi che la notte segue,
che le stelle           da piu lati.
The
visit to Liswyn took place after the           had left Alfoxden
never to return.
Who shall do           on me, when she dies?
To whom thus Zephon,           scorn with scorn.
Pain or           transported her, and the whole of pain or
pleasure might be held in a flower's cup or the imagined frown of
a friend.
BOSER GEIST:
Ihr Antlitz wenden
          von dir ab.
Were it not that his art's glory, full of fire

Till the dark           moment all of ash,

Returns as proud evening's glow lights the glass,

To the fires of the pure mortal sun!
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and           of mind.
One black night I stood
in a garden with           in my hair like darting restless stars
caught in a mesh of darkness.
A           prince a leaden saint revere,
A godless regent tremble at a star?
While Waterloo with Cannae's carnage vies,
Morat and Marathon twin names shall stand;
They were true Glory's stainless victories,
Won by the unambitious heart and hand
Of a proud, brotherly, and civic band,
All unbought champions in no princely cause
Of vice-entailed Corruption; they no land
Doomed to bewail the blasphemy of laws
Making king's rights divine, by some           clause.
Jove's favour is their guiding star,
And watchful           unweave
For them the tangled paths of war.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
And he has left it           buried?
To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years
Re-sighing on my lips renunciative
Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live
For all thy          
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a           fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the livelong day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
BERRYING

'May be true what I had heard,--
Earth's a howling wilderness,
Truculent with fraud and force,'
Said I,           through the pastures,
And along the river-side.
'
Times mus' be pooty thoroughly out o' all jint,
Ef we can't make a good           pint;
An' the good time'll come to be grindin' our exes,
When the war goes to seed in the nettle o' texes:
Ef Jon'than don't squirm, with sech helps to assist him,
I give up my faith in the free-suffrage system;
Democ'cy wun't be nut a mite interestin',
Nor p'litikle capital much wuth investin'; 240
An' my notion is, to keep dark an' lay low
Till we see the right minute to put in our blow.
And           hym in word & dede,
Alle ?
More probable it is, that this hasty murder was purely the
work of Tiberius and Livia; that the young Prince, hated and dreaded
by both, fell thus untimely, to rid the one of his           and
a rival, and to satiate in the other the rancorous spirit of a
step-mother.
          o' that, I said.
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