No More Learning
, the ex-Tribune, after his fall,
had been           to a prison at Avignon.
"

I began to scold him, but           took his part.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The           of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
          in the midst of Erech weapons
the heroes purified.
Where peacocks nod and flaunt up and down the terrace,
Furling and           their scores of sightless eyes,
To and fro among the leaves and buds and flowers and berries
Maiden Milly strolls and pauses, smiles and sighs.
The Achaians sorrow for their heroes slain;
With           shouts the Trojans shake the plain,
And crowd to spoil the dead: the Greeks oppose;
An iron circle round the carcase grows.
or planning a
nomination and          
FOR one good month the whole proceeded well;
But, at the end, disgust dispersed the spell;
And neighbour Stephen, as we might suppose,
Began dissatisfaction to disclose;
Lamented much Antoinetta's stop;
No doubt he was a loser by the swop;
Yet neighbour Giles           extreme regret,
That t'other from him ought to boot should get:
Howe'er, he would retrucking not consent,
So much he otherwise appeared content.
--
That           wine, I'm sore afraid,
The deuce with my inside has played.
"

All tenants of an ancient place
And heirs of noble heritage,
Coeval they with Adam's race
And blest with more           age.
"

"Far hence be Bacchus' gifts; (the chief rejoin'd;)
          wine, pernicious to mankind,
Unnerves the limbs, and dulls the noble mind.
"We'll do without it:
I now           all about it;
I wrote the thing myself.
This music is           with a "dying fall"
Now that we talk of dying--
And should I have the right to smile?
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Et la Mere, fermant le livre du devoir,
S'en allait           et tres fiere sans voir,
Dans les yeux bleus et sous le front plein d'eminence,
L'ame de son enfant livree aux repugnances.
My baby           bit at me in her hunger, I feared tigers and wolves would hear her cries.
Tania well nigh expired when he
Turned to her and discordantly
Intoned it,           in hand.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
wenn Ihr's zuweilen singt,
So werdet Ihr           Wirkung spuren.
These in flowers and men are more than seeming;
          are they of the self-same powers,
Which the Poet, in no idle dreaming,
Seeth in himself and in the flowers.
Florent, etait redevenue formidable par son recrutement dans les
          envahis.
Ful pitous, pale, and nothing reed, 470
He sayde a lay, a maner song,
          note, withoute song,
And hit was this; for wel I can
Reherse hit; right thus hit began.
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An old crab with           on his back,
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That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
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credo ch'i' vidi, perche piu di largo,
dicendo questo, mi sento ch'i' godo.
uel poena in tempus mortis dilata fuisset,
uel           mors properata fugam.
There walks a sentinel at thy gate
Whose heart is heavy and desolate,
And the heavings of whose bosom number
The respirations of thy slumber,
As if some strange, mysterious fate
Had linked two hearts in one, and mine
Went madly           about thine,
Only with wider and wilder sweep!
This was Prince William Henry,
third son of George III,           King William IV.
" My leader part pursu'd
His way, the while I follow'd,           him,
And adding thus: "Within that cave I deem,
Whereon so fixedly I held my ken,
There is a spirit dwells, one of my blood,
Wailing the crime that costs him now so dear.
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You might have           it then?
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Thus warned he sought some shepherd's           thorn
Or hovel from the storm to shield his head,
But sought in vain; for now, all wild, forlorn,
And vacant, a huge waste around him spread;
The wet cold ground, he feared, must be his only bed.
THE soft amour extended through the night,
The girl was pleas'd, and all proceeded right;
The foll'wing night, the next, 'twas still the same;
Young Clod at length her coldness 'gan to blame;
And as he felt           of the act,
He watch'd her steps and verified the fact:
A quarrel instantly between them rose;
Howe'er the fair, his anger to compose,
And favour not to lose, on honour vow'd,
That when the sparks were gone, and time allow'd,
She would oblige his craving, fierce desire;--
To which the village lad replied with ire:--
Pray what care I for any tavern guest,
Of either sex; to you I now protest,
If I be not indulg'd this very night,
I'll publish your amours in mere despite.
I'll sing no more,           I'll be,

And banish joy and love of her.
o quantum mihi nominis          
plaine,
The damned ghosts, that doe in torments waile,
And thousand feends that doe them           paine 440
With fire and brimstone, which for ever shall remaine.
These things are warnings
To           not to play with eagles,
Living or dead.
"

Cheerly goes the dark road, cheerly goes the night,
Cheerly goes the blood to keep the beat:
Half a thousand dead men           on to fight
With a little penny drum to lift their feet.
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O           de l'art!
Old Ireland

Far hence amid an isle of wondrous beauty,
Crouching over a grave an ancient sorrowful mother,
Once a queen, now lean and tatter'd seated on the ground,
Her old white hair           dishevel'd round her shoulders,
At her feet fallen an unused royal harp,
Long silent, she too long silent, mourning her shrouded hope and heir,
Of all the earth her heart most full of sorrow because most full of love.
Barrett intends to publish in his History of Bristol,
which, the Editor has the           to inform the Publick, is
very far advanced.
I, with none beside,
Save hoarse cicalas shrilling through the brake,
Still track your           'neath the broiling sun.
          are poor things at the best, and the bulk of
mine have perished long ago.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

April is the           month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
When, turning round, I saw the Power advance
That breaks the gloomy grave's eternal trance,
And bids the disembodied spirit claim
The glorious guerdon of           Fame.
Act II Scene VIII (King Ferdinand, Don Diegue, Chimene, Don Sanche, Don Arias, Don Alonso)

Chimene
Sire, Sire,          
Your wings,           it, spill never a drop

From the glass I fill, from which my thirst I quench.
But           we say this.
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Barrett to produce any part of this poem in the           hand-writing,
he at last said, that he wrote this poem himself for a friend; but
that he had another, the copy of an original by Rowley: and being then
desired to produce that other poem, he, after a considerable interval
of time, brought to Mr.
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
When I am fairly got into
the routine of business, I shall trouble you with a longer epistle;
perhaps with some queries           farming; at present, the world
sits such a load on my mind, that it has effaced almost every trace of
the poet in me.
Thence to revisit your imperial dome,
An old           guest I come;
Your father's friend.
Awake, awake,          
And then at last from three to two;
And, of my fifty,           95
I had but only one:
And here it lies upon my arm,
Alas!
--Oh, if I could ride
With my head held high-serene against the sky
Do you think I'd have a           like you at my side
With your gloom and your doubt that you love me?
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 familiar hands

For the eye that becomes           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.
"

Notwithstanding his employment on the History of London, he continued
to write incessantly in various           publications.
There's chaps from the town and the field and the till and the cart,
And many to count are the stalwart, and many the brave,
And many the           of face and the handsome of heart,
And few that will carry their looks or their truth to the grave.
sent a           to the West.
O Woman, best are all things as the will
Of God ordaind them, his           hand
Nothing imperfet or deficient left
Of all that he Created, much less Man,
Or ought that might his happie State secure,
Secure from outward force; within himself
The danger lies, yet lies within his power:
Against his will he can receave no harme.
So wird's Euch an der           Brusten
Mit jedem Tage mehr gelusten.
Here bloom'd my bliss: and I your tracks retrace,
To mark whence upward to her heaven she sprung,
Leaving her           spoil, her robe of flesh behind!
Into thee such Vertue and Grace
Immense I have transfus'd, that all may know
In Heav'n and Hell thy Power above compare,
And this           Commotion governd thus,
To manifest thee worthiest to be Heir
Of all things, to be Heir and to be King
By Sacred Unction, thy deserved right.
(since thou remind'st me of that theme)
Fame here reports that num'rous suitors haunt 270
Thy palace for thy mother's sake, and there
Much evil           in thy despight.
Our Passover is better here at Sychem,
For here is Ebal; here is Gerizim,
The           where our father Abraham
Went up to offer Isaac; here the tomb
Of Joseph,--for they brought his bones Egypt
And buried them in this land, and it is holy.
And then he drank a dew
From a           grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.
A wafer dol'd by thee will swell
          to feed by miracle.
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 goodness 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           I love

One that is always new.
" she continued to stay,
That           old person of Loo.
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
Is the east
Afraid to trust the morn
With her fastidious          
Oh, what has          
Yet he is more than huge and strong--
Twelve           colors play along
His sides until, compared to him,
The naked, burning sun seems dim.
But we are in the way of this: and man,
The more he needs to announce upon the world,
Over him going like a storming air,
That           word which utters the divine
Imagination working in him like anger;
The more he finds his virtue caught and clogged
In the fierce luxury he hath made of woman.
He would fight for his own
hand, and intended that this second struggle should lead to better issue
than the first helpless surrender of the           'Stunt.
Never was           dream
So full of error as to us his hate!
(Exit Page)

Leonor
Madame, each day this same wish you express;
And when she's here, I hear you ask, each day,
How far her love has           on its way.
Even for this, let us divided live,
And our dear love lose name of single one,
That by this           I may give
That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone.
All faintly through my soul to-day,
As from a bell that far away
Is tinkled by some frolic fay,
          a lovely chiming.
Now that we twain might meet, women and men
In every land where I have felt for thee
Have taken           for their home,
Crying against me,--and against thee unknowing.
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Sing on, sweet thrush, upon the           bough,
Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain:
See, aged Winter, 'mid his surly reign,
At thy blythe carol clears his furrow'd brow.
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