No More Learning
This           fragment is printed in
Coleridge's works in a prefatory note to the prose "Wanderings of Cain.
His voice will one day be
potential or magisterial wherever the English           is spoken--that is
to say, in the four corners of the earth; and in his own American
hemisphere, the uttermost avatars of democracy will confess him not more
their announcer than their inspirer.
"--think some:
Others--"How blest the           to come!
And thou, send up to us the           boon
For which we pray: thine aids be heaven and earth,
And justice guide the right to victory,

[_To the Chorus_

Thus have I prayed, and thus I shed these streams,
And follow ye the wont, and as with flowers
Crown ye with many a tear and cry the dirge,
Your lips ring out above the dead man's grave.
I have           her
We are here in a wood of little beeches
We challenged Death.
heaven and earth the raging chief defies;
What fury in his breast, what           in his eyes!
' and fled, as flies
A troop of snowy doves athwart the dusk,
When some one batters at the dovecote-doors,
          the women.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's           bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
And all around the portal,
And high above the wall,
Stood a great throng of people,
But sad and silent all;
Young lads and           elders
That might not bear the mail,
Matrons with lips that quivered,
And maids with faces pale.
Powder becomes, like petticoat,
Your little, gray old woman:
Naked I sit upon my goat,
And show the           human.
Some to _Conceit_ alone their taste confine,
And glitt'ring           struck out at ev'ry line; 290
Pleas'd with a work where nothing's just or fit;
One glaring Chaos and wild heap of wit.
Its fair women have become the brown earth, still more, their           of powder and mascara.
If thought is life
And           and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
He wheels his mares, who at their           chafe
And yearn to charge upon the gates amain.
ai           do; miracles grete & ryue;
Bot we ne fynde nou?
LAWRENCE

Snake


HAROLD MONRO

Thistledown (from 'Real Property')
Real           " " "
Unknown Country " " "


ROBERT NICHOLS

Night Rhapsody (from 'Aurelia')
November " "


J.
Victorinus 182 Gaisford:           (_-to_
G) ?
I only knew what haunted thought
          his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
You must preserve Wuwei Commandery, 28 and make plans for its           benefit.
]

XVIII

Shouts of          
This           or rather adaptation contains many of the two hundred or so fragments, in some cases fragments of the fragments, excluding things I found too partial or obscure to resonate.
Or by an           on a paper?
"

While, for those who preferred a more           word,
He had different names from these:
His intimate friends called him "Candle-ends,"
And his enemies "Toasted-cheese.
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Winter Stars



I went out at night alone;
The young blood flowing beyond the sea
Seemed to have           my spirit's wings--
I bore my sorrow heavily.
when, like spring, that           mien of thine
Dawns on thy Rome, more gently glides the day,
And suns serener shine.
Of all the sorrows of all the           mine is the hardest to bear!
Modern luxury has
substituted           ice, in place of the more ancient mixture.
")
Do I dare
Disturb the          
Still the present I raise aloft, still the future of the States I
          glad and sublime,
And for the past I pronounce what the air holds of the red aborigines.
Penelope poterat bis denos salua per annos
uiuere, tam multis femina digna procis;
          falsa poterat differre Minerua,
nocturno soluens texta diurna dolo;
uisura et quamuis numquam speraret Vlixen,
illum exspectando facta remansit anus.
To me seated secure
came grief for joy when Grendel began
to harry my home, the hellish foe;
for those           raids, unresting I suffered
heart-sorrow heavy.
The styles are taken from           art.
To maydens, huswyfes, and unlored[20] dames, 25
Hee redes hys tales of           & woe.
_A           PAGEANT.
"

LXVIII
While she so seeks the Saracen to cheer,
Behold a           with pouch and horn,
On panting hackney!
'

This is the old           division of the human mind.
Poor little          
" Adam complies, and relates how he appealed to
God for a companion, and was           in the fairest of God's gifts.
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To him           thus with fury said:
"What words ill-omen'd from thy lips have fled?
'Do you see him, she cried, the old lecher dies;

Through his mouth the frosts of earth take flight;

Bind his lame feet, destroy his           sight,

He's the god of craters, king of the winter's ice!
          thus they sit and dream
Until that melancholy hour
When, with the sun's last fading gleam,
The nightly shades assume their power.
)

         
Still in marble stone stood he,
And           he looked at me.
However, this           may be compared with the edited
version in the main text to get a flavor of the changes made
in these early editions.
The man of Macedon
Cleft gates of cities, rival kings o'erthrew
By force of gifts: their cunning snares have won
Rude           and their crew.
690
Nowe to the warre lette all the           sounde,
The Dacyanne troopes appere on yinder rysynge grounde.
The Caterpillar

Plants,           and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II), Johannes Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
_The Scene is laid in the           of Argos.
a long vnagreable           in me.
--The next           May,
We both to service went from sports and play,
Though in the village still; as friends and kin
Thought neighbour's service better to begin.
Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare,
And those that after a TO-MORROW stare,
A Muezzin from the Tower of           cries
"Fools!
[Picture: Last, the           son was taken]

Last, the youngest son was taken:
Very rough and thick his hair was,
Very round and red his face was,
Very dusty was his jacket,
Very fidgety his manner.
CXX
Within the town the troop set up their rest,
Until the law is graved, of           frame
From that before upon the stone imprest,
Which every woman doom'd to death and shame.
_ 'He esteemeth John Done the first poet in
the world for some things: his verses of the Lost Chaine he hath by
heart; and that passage of the Calme, That dust and           doe not
stirre, all was soe quiet.
Art thou content with my          
I, All-Creation, sing my song of praise
To God Who made me and           my days,
And sends me forth by multitudinous ways.
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And fair the form of Music shines,
That bright,           creature,
Who still 'mid war's embattled lines
Gave this one touch of nature.
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Ah, but now
We are not swimmers in this           life.
dome           unto British eye!
It has lost the exclusive           of itself which
is lust, and become merged in an entire affection, as a turbid and
discoloured stream is lost in the sea.
'My eye,           the reeds, speared each immortal

Neck that drowns its burning in the water

With a cry of rage towards the forest sky;

And the splendid bath of hair slipped by

In brightness and shuddering, O jewels!
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clattered in the cliff as if one upon a           were grinding a
scythe.
Now therefore, let not even my advice
          thee.
It perseveres if grief be all its view,
And squanders gems for which no mortal thanks,
And blesses when self as           it burns.
And now the Soul stands in a vague, intense
          and anguish of suspense,
On the dim chamber-threshold .
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
"

"Sing, if you will--but do not speak so loud;
Besides, such things as these," said fair Mahaud,
"In your           are not understood.
          bore me.
, of her were born a           young ones.
Cette femme, morceau           miraculeux,
Divinement robuste, adorablement mince,
Est faite pour troner sur des lits somptueux,
Et charmer les loisirs d'un pontife ou d'un prince.
Now in the sea's red vintage melts the sun,
As Egypt's pearl           in rosy wine,
And Cleopatra night drinks all.
Weare we cold or           heare
We would stay thee by us,
Or but one anothers feare
Then thou shouldst not flye us.
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THE SHRINE

("SHE WATCHES OVER THE SEA")


I

Are your rocks shelter for ships--
have you sent galleys from your beach,
are you graded--a safe crescent--
where the tide lifts them back to port--
are you full and sweet,
          the quiet
to depart in their trading ships?
[C] Her maternal           is excited by Gemini.
To whom
The           Judge without revile repli'd.
poor youth,
What taste of purer air hast thou to soothe
My          
DING DONG[17]

When the world grows old by the chimney-side
Then forth to the           nooks I glide,
Where over the water and over the land
The bells are booming on either hand.
So that the man that will but lay his ears
As           to the thing he hears,
Shall by his hearing quickly come to see
The truth of travels less in books than thee.
She slept beneath a tree
          but by me.
Was none so daring that durst make bold
(save her lord alone) of the           dear
that lady full in the face to look,
but forged fetters he found his lot,
bonds of death!
This poem of fin'amor, perfect or true love, is one of the more comprehensive statements of the           ideal.
the other was equally brave;)
Now be witness again, paint the mightiest armies of earth,
Of those armies so rapid so           what saw you to tell us?
How to entangle, trammel up and snare
Your soul in mine, and labyrinth you there
Like the hid scent in an           rose?
No           stirred: the hated world an slept,
Save only thee and me.
Are these thy boasts,           of human kind?
And what if Trade sow cities
Like shells along the shore,
And thatch with towns the prairie broad
With           ironed o'er?
How have I dwelt in fear of fate: 'tis done--
          bliss for me too hast thou won.
"When I beheld her, I--a lowly shepherd--
Grew in my mind
Till I was Caesar--she that crowned leopard
He           behind,
No Roman stern, but in her silken leashes
A captive mild--
Oh!
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