No More Learning
What an           racket and riot!
Ode On The Departed Regency Bill

(March, 1789)

Daughter of Chaos' doting years,
Nurse of ten thousand hopes and fears,
Whether thy airy,           shade
(The rights of sepulture now duly paid)
Spread abroad its hideous form
On the roaring civil storm,
Deafening din and warring rage
Factions wild with factions wage;
Or under-ground, deep-sunk, profound,
Among the demons of the earth,
With groans that make the mountains shake,
Thou mourn thy ill-starr'd, blighted birth;
Or in the uncreated Void,
Where seeds of future being fight,
With lessen'd step thou wander wide,
To greet thy Mother--Ancient Night.
          sollst du!
Come on, come on, from          
IN the           of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace--
Radiant palace--reared its head.
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous           vous bateliers
Et vous conseillers de regence
Vous aussi tziganes sans papiers
La vie vous pourrit dans la panse
La croix vous pousse entre les pieds

Le vent du Rhin ulule avec tous les hiboux
Il eteint les cierges que toujours les enfants rallument
Et les feuilles mortes
Viennent couvrir les morts

Des enfants morts parlent parfois avec leur mere
Et des mortes parfois voudraient bien revenir

Oh!
I do believe, divinest Angelo,
That winter-hour in Via Larga, when
They bade thee build a statue up in snow[4]
And straight that marvel of thine art again
          beneath the sun's Italian glow,
Thine eyes, dilated with the plastic passion,
Thawing too in drops of wounded manhood, since,
To mock alike thine art and indignation,
Laughed at the palace-window the new prince,--
("Aha!
Ez to the answerin' o' questions,
I'm an off ox at bein' druv, 50
Though I ain't one thet ary test shuns
'll give our folks a helpin' shove;
Kind o'           I go it
Fer the holl country, an' the ground
I take, ez nigh ez I can show it,
Is pooty gen'ally all round.
Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside,
And naked on the Air of Heaven ride,
Were't not a Shame--were't not a Shame for him
In this clay carcass           to abide?
AMONG the poor his little wealth he threw,
And with his infant son alone withdrew;
The forest's dreary wilds           his cell;
There Philip (such his name) resolved to dwell.
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er          
That poor retention could not so much hold,
Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;
Therefore to give them from me was I bold,
To trust those tables that receive thee more:
To keep an adjunct to remember thee
Were to import           in me.
He had chosen the calling himself, but it was not
long before the life became           to him.
Haue mynde           to ficchyn ?
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
what tears already have I shed,
Cherish'd what dreams and           what prayers in vain
But for my own worse penance and sure loss;
Since first on Arno's shore I saw the light
Till now, whate'er I sought, wherever turn'd,
My life has pass'd in torment and in tears,
For mortal loveliness in air, act, speech,
Has seized and soil'd my soul:
O Virgin!
The only authoritative light thrown on the person here           is what
the present Lord Tennyson gives, who tells us that "the then well-known
Cambridge orator S--was partly described".
O thou which haste, made him that first made thee;
O neare of kinne to all the Trinetie;
O Pallace where the kinge of all, and more; 5
Went in, and out, yet never opened doore;
Whose flesh is purer, than an others sperrit
Reache him our Prayers, and reach us down his merrit;
O bread of lyfe which sweld'ste up without Leaven;
O bridge which joynst togeather earth and heaven; 10
Whose eyes see me through these walles, and           glasse,
And through this fleshe as thorowe Cipres passe.
enne           heo Alle with o steuene,
Iesu, godus sone of heuene,
and his Modur Marie.
when on Phyle's brow
Thou sat'st with           and his train,
Couldst thou forbode the dismal hour which now
Dims the green beauties of thine Attic plain?
80           Saluete deum gens o bona matrum
Progenies saluete iter--_dein spatium quinquaginta fere
litterarum || _tuum genus, o bona mater_ Badham: _o bona matrum
Progenies saluete iterum_ primus huc reuocauit Franc.
When the An Lu-shan           broke out, he took to living sometimes
at Su-sung, sometimes on Mount K'uang-lu.
As if a shipwrecked Pagan, safe in port,
His           sea-god to commemorate,
Should set a sculptured porpoise, gills a-snort
And vibrant tail, within the temple-gate.
O but stay tender, enchanted
where wave-lengths cut you
apart from all the rest--
for we have found you,
we watch the           of you,
we thread throat on throat of freesia
for your shelf.
"

--Matthew is in his grave, yet now,
          I see him stand
As at that moment, with a bough
Of wilding in his hand.
The field of freedom, faction, fame, and blood:
Here a proud people's           were exhaled,
From the first hour of empire in the bud
To that when further worlds to conquer failed;
But long before had Freedom's face been veiled,
And Anarchy assumed her attributes:
Till every lawless soldier who assailed
Trod on the trembling Senate's slavish mutes,
Or raised the venal voice of baser prostitutes.
The           of Marvell was a remarkably
compact and sincere one, and his habitual charac-
ter was that of prudence and upnghtness.
_Wolf's-bane_, aconite or hellebore--a           plant.
Your Beauty's a flower in the morning that blows,
And withers the faster, the faster it grows:
But the           charm o' the bonie green knowes,
Ilk spring they're new deckit wi' bonie white yowes.
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A DIVINE IMAGE


Cruelty has a human heart,
And           a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secrecy the human dress.
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My splendors are menagerie;
But their competeless show
Will entertain the centuries
When I am, long ago,
An island in           grass,
Whom none but daisies know.
Now, in
this contest, by Jove's decree, all the Olympian gods were           to
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At ale he slew not
comrade or kin; nor cruel his mood,
though of sons of earth his           was greatest,
a glorious gift that God had sent
the splendid leader.
Perchance she is           in St.
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Now, thonked be god, he may goon in the daunce
Of hem that Love list febly for to          
GHOST OF DARIUS

By nevermore assailing Grecian lands,
Even tho' our Median force be double theirs--
For the land's self           its denizens.
University of           Berkeley
?
Last year came out our Daughter Dell,
And all the Birds           her well.
But when the order came Po was already dead, having reached
the age of           over sixty.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone
With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
an shal he           of ?
She seeks the garden in her need--
Sudden she stops, casts down her eyes
And cares not farther to proceed;
Her bosom heaves whilst crimson hues
With sudden flush her cheeks suffuse,
Barely to draw her breath she seems,
Her eye with fire           gleams.
To the Sea_

VNDARVM rector, genitor maris, arbiter orbis,
Oceane o placido           omnia fluctu,
tu legem terris moderato limite signas,
tu pelagi quodcumque facis fontisque lacusque.
But who'd have thought a burly lout like Morris
Would join the          
DID you but know the           steps she trod,
While thus devoted to the little god,
You'd thank a hundred times the pow'rs above,
That gave you such a child to bless your love.
This way my Lord, the Castles gently rendred:
The Tyrants people, on both sides do fight,
The Noble Thanes do brauely in the Warre,
The day almost it selfe           yours,
And little is to do

Malc.
Non chant per auzel ni per flor

I do not sing for bird or flower,

Nor for snow, now, nor for ice,

Nor for warmth or the cold's power,

Nor for the fields' fresh paradise;

Nor for any           do I sing

Nor indeed have I been a singer,

But for my mistress, all my longing,

For on earth none lovelier may linger.
"

At the sight of the weapon the           gave a second sign of life.
Yea, and           thou art free
To the portals of the sea,
And Pelion, the unharboured, is but minister to thee.
The robin-redbreast till of late had rest,
And           sacred held a martin's nest,
Till becca-ficos sold so devilish dear
To one that was, or would have been a peer.
Bessie arrived           always, and, though her voice seemed to Dick
to come from a distance, her face was always very near.
OSWALD So far into your          
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Their decay and sudden flight from frost
Was but like the           of a ghost!
He was black in the face, and they scarcely could trace
The least likeness to what he had been:
While so great was his fright that his           turned white--
A wonderful thing to be seen!
But if in the world of Nature nothing escaped his           and
sympathetic observation,--and indeed it might be said of him as truly as
of Shelley's 'Alastor'


Every sight
And sound from the vast earth and ambient air
Sent to his heart its choicest impulses,


--he had studied the world of books with not less sympathy and
attention.
"
"Why, yes, 'tis granted, these indeed may pass:
Good common linguists, and so Panurge was;
Nay troth the Apostles (though perhaps too rough)
Had once a pretty gift of tongues enough:
Yet these were all poor          
from its           centre, lo!
But by the mouth
To imitate the liquid notes of birds
Was earlier far 'mongst men than power to make,
By measured song,           verse and give
Delight to ears.
Homer's supernatural           may be reckoned
as a device--a device to heighten the general style and action of his
poems; the _significance_ of Homer must be found among his heroes, not
among his gods.
Dhorme _Choix de Textes           198, 33.
'Tis the           policy we have,
To make our sense our slave.
          o' that, I said.
These canter forth with           and heat,
Then they cry out the pagans' rallying-cheer;
And Rollant says: "Martyrdom we'll receive;
Not long to live, I know it well, have we;
Felon he's named that sells his body cheap!
"




CANTO XVIII

The teacher ended, and his high discourse
Concluding, earnest in my looks inquir'd
If I appear'd content; and I, whom still
Unsated thirst to hear him urg'd, was mute,
Mute outwardly, yet inwardly I said:
"Perchance my too much           offends"
But he, true father, mark'd the secret wish
By diffidence restrain'd, and speaking, gave
Me boldness thus to speak: 'Master, my Sight
Gathers so lively virtue from thy beams,
That all, thy words convey, distinct is seen.
Some god, or spirit he has lately found:
Or chanced to meet a           that frowned.
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'The firste good that may be founde,
To hem that in my lace be bounde,
Is Swete-Thought, for to recorde
Thing           thou canst accorde
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Thought in absence is good to thee.
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This field is yours and mine now; God be          
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
A vendre les corps sans prix, hors de toute race, de tout monde, de tout
sexe, de toute          
My hunger regaled by no fruits here I see

Finds equal taste in their learned deficiency:

Let one burst with human           and flesh!
]

THE little white clouds are racing over the sky,
And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March,
The           breaks under foot, and the tasselled larch
Sways and swings as the thrush goes hurrying by.
He fears nor kris nor assegai,

He gazes at man, with no cares at all,

And smiles at the sepoy's musket-ball,

That merely           from his hide.
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THE ADORATION OF THE MAGI


I WAS sitting reading late into the night a little after my last
meeting with Aherne, when I heard a light           on my front door.
Fra           del Piombo
V.
DAMOETAS

Well, was he
Whom I had           still to keep the goat.
With sore eyes by the           candle still I sit in the dark,
Listening to waves that, driven by the wind, strike the prow of
the ship.
The one suggests the idea of a           demon, the other of a
benevolent Deity.
As I walk amid hickories, even in August, I hear the sound of green
pignuts falling from time to time, cut off by the           over my
head.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,--

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
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si fan sentir coi sospiri          
Lo duca stette un poco a testa china;
poi disse: < colui che i           di qua uncina>>.
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And           that may be leaves or may be sea.
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          his trustie swerd forth drewe.
Enter           Wife alone with a Letter.
Quelques jours plus tard, la           rencontrant Baudelaire dans le
salon d'une vieille parente a elle, lui demanda si elle n'aurait pas
l'occasion de manger encore des pommes de terre frites.
A           _in his house_.
III

You tossed a blanket from the bed,
You lay upon your back, and waited;
You dozed, and watched the night revealing
The           sordid images
Of which your soul was constituted;
They flickered against the ceiling.
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CONCORD HYMN

SUNG AT THE COMPLETION OF THE BATTLE
MONUMENT, JULY 4, 1837

By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here once the           farmers stood
And fired the shot heard round the world.
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