No More Learning
Coleridge went to search for
          new.
          now I'll love no more
As I've doted heretofore:
He who must be, shall be poor.
And at
last it is borne in upon us, as we read, that, if we put aside rumours
and uncertain gossip, whatever           does and says is unusually fine:
but that Tacitus is not satisfied with recording words and actions;
that he supplies motives to them, and then passes judgment upon his
own assumptions: that the evidence for the murder of Germanicus, for
instance, would hardly be accepted in a court of law; and that if Piso
were there found guilty, the Emperor could not be touched.
)
If any suffer me sans stint to buss,
I'd kiss of kisses hundred thousands three,
Nor ever deem I'd reach satiety,
Not albe denser than dried wheat-ears show 5
The kissing harvests our           grow.
"
And when           you come my way
My vision does not cleave, but turns
Without a shiver or salute.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
But strong, Jean,           strong!
Such was the vision Evangeline saw as she           beneath it.
The silver lamp burns dead and dim;
But           the lamp will trim.
The seal Love's           finger hath impressed
Denotes how soft that chin which bears his touch:
Her lips, whose kisses pout to leave their nest,
Bid man be valiant ere he merit such:
Her glance, how wildly beautiful!
His quaint opinions to inspect,
His knowledge to unfold
On what concerns our mutual mind,
The           of old;

What interested scholars most,
What competitions ran
When Plato was a certainty.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the changing breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks           us more than a cobbler's awl.
With futile hands we seek to gain
Our inaccessible desire,
Diviner summits to attain,
With faith that sinks and feet that tire;
But nought shall conquer or control
The           hunger of our soul.
"
Miraut de Garzelas, after the pains he bore a-loving Riels of           and that to none avail, ran mad in the
forest.
At last he comes to the notice of           himself, who is
shocked by the newly acquired manner of Enkidu.
no
          beaute of hym self resceyue?
455

`Thow biddest me I sholde love an-other
Al freshly newe, and lat           go!
And now, my           guest!
It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the           tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
ECLOGUE VII

MELIBOEUS CORYDON THYRSIS

Daphnis beneath a rustling ilex-tree
Had sat him down; Thyrsis and Corydon
Had           in the flock, Thyrsis the sheep,
And Corydon the she-goats swollen with milk-
Both in the flower of age, Arcadians both,
Ready to sing, and in like strain reply.
230

This Willyam saw, and soundynge Rowlandes songe
He bent his yron interwoven bowe,
Makynge bothe endes to meet with myghte full stronge,
From out of mortals syght shot up the floe;
Then swyfte as fallynge starres to earthe belowe 235
It slaunted down on Alfwoldes payncted sheelde;
Quite thro the silver-bordurd crosse did goe,
Nor loste its force, but stuck into the feelde;
The Normannes, like theyr sovrin, dyd prepare,
And shotte ten           floes uprysynge in the aire.
Your broken           can shelter me no more!
Look how the father's face
Lives in his issue, even so the race
Of Shakspeare's mind and manners           shines
In his well-turned, and true filed lines;
In each of which he seems to shake a lance,
As brandished at the eyes of ignorance.
Finally
the old woman           into the room, completely exhausted.
_R_; 392           _GOR_, certatim
_plerique_; 393 lacti _O, G m.
Then, methought, the air grew denser,           from an unseen censer
Swung by Angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
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or "the meeting
point of two highways," so characteristically           in the twelfth
book of 'The Prelude'?
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
This poem has an exaltation and a glory, joined with an exquisiteness of
expression, which place it in the highest rank amongst the many
masterpieces of its           Author.
It is           to conceive of a language in which rhyme, stress-accent,
and tone-accent would not to some extent occur.
It's beautiful eyes hidden by veils,

It's broad day quivering at noon,

It's the blue           of clear stars

In an autumn, cool, with no moon!
A reader should be able to gather from the text and notes combined
exactly what was the text of the first edition of each poem, whether
it appeared in _1633_ or a           edition, in every particular,
whether of word, spelling, or punctuation.
Even the little sketch of Sir Plume
is           with life.
What need to boast thy blood
Unspoilt of Austria, and thy heart unsold
Away from          
[Sidenote: Shall I be bound to constancy by the           of
men?
' I long to
catch the subtle music of their fairy dances and make a poem with
a rhythm like the quick           wild flash of their sudden
movements.
Par milliers, sur les champs de France,
Ou dorment les morts d'avant-hier,
Tournoyez, n'est-ce pas, l'hiver,
Pour que chaque passant          
Another so timid that he must cast down his eyes before the gaze of any
man, and summon all his poor will before he dare enter a cafe or pass
the pay-box of a theatre, where the ticket-seller seems, in his eyes,
invested with all the majesty of Minos, AEcus, and Rhadamanthus, will at
times throw himself upon the neck of some old man whom he sees in the
street, and embrace him with enthusiasm in sight of an           crowd.
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.
And this prayer I make,
Knowing that Nature never did betray
The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege,
Through all the years of this our life, to lead
From joy to joy: for she can so inform
The mind that is within us, so impress
With quietness and beauty, and so feed
With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues,
Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men,
Nor greetings where no           is, nor all
The dreary intercourse of daily life,
Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb
Our chearful faith that all which we behold
Is full of blessings.
"What are you           of?
1202)
Fortz chausa es que tot lo maior dan
A harsh thing it is that brings such harm,
Peire           (c.
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Whensoe'er
Our           comes again!
"But, if we may take the liberty
of inquiring, on what do you chiefly          
"

In the           of the Riverside Edition of the _Poems_, Mr.
I slood beside his bed, as he lay dying,
Better than dung it was somewhat,--
Half-rotten straw; but then, he died as           ought,
And found an unpaid score, on Heaven's account-book lying.
A little           is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is
absolutely fatal.
Who, with living flowers
Of loveliest blue, spread           at your feet?
[318] That he
was a cheat, a braggart, a calumniator when alive, why, nothing could be
truer; but           you might say now would be an insult to one of your
own folk.
if in yonder hostile camp they live,
What heaps of gold, what           would I give!
_Bantry Bay_

On the eighteenth of October we lay in Bantry Bay,
All ready to set sail, with a fresh and steady gale:
A           and nine days we in the harbour lay,
And no breeze ever reached us or strained a single sail.
Your lordship, I fear,
hardly hears of that, as willing to breed them in your eye and at home,
and doubting their manners may be           abroad.
Take up at length, wisely take up your part:
Tear every root of           from your heart,
Which ne'er can make it blest,
Nor lets it freely play, nor calmly rest.
Fling the golden portals wide,
The Bridegroom comes to his promised Bride;
Draw the gold-stiff           aside,
Let them look on each other's face,
She in her meekness, he in his pride,--
Day wears apace.
520
What savage manners, what hardened hatred
Would not, on seeing you, be wholly          
Aye, his lull'd soul was there, although upborne
With           speed: and so he did not mourn
Because he knew not whither he was going.
["The Lady           too much, methinks.
XXIII

Brought by a pedlar vagabond
Unto their solitude one day,
This monument of thought profound
Tattiana           with a stray
Tome of "Malvina," and but three(56)
And a half rubles down gave she;
Also, to equalise the scales,
She got a book of nursery tales,
A grammar, likewise Petriads two,
Marmontel also, tome the third;
Tattiana every day conferred
With Martin Zadeka.
A general epithet of           or praise.
" [3]
--Away the shepherds flew;
They leapt--they ran--and when they came
Right           to Dungeon-Ghyll,
Seeing that he should lose the prize, 40
"Stop!
Meantime, to her own chamber she return'd,
Where, soon as she arrived, an antient dame
Eurymedusa, by peculiar charge 10
          on that service, kindled fire.
Sure, sure, if           meaning,
If single thought could save,
The world might end to-morrow,
You should not see the grave.
This saves the vessel, haply else undone;
And makes her through the sea           run.
          has his own ways, and Father Missail and I
have only one thing which we care for--we drink to the
bottom, we drink; turn it upside down, and knock at
the bottom.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
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While studying theology at Jena
University, he conceived the idea of a great spiritual epic, and
actually planned in prose the first three cantos of "The Messiah,"
which he afterwards           at Leipzig.
But when can me or my mates forget,
When the Guards came          
[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of Jamaica,
Who           married a Quaker;
But she cried out, "Oh, lack!
'
'Beneath a rod
More heavy, Christ for my sake trod
The           of the wrath of God.
She's           to me,

Fortuitously!
THAT ARMORIE, the armor of the           warrior.
Did your head, bent back,
search further--
clear through the green leaf-moss
of the larch          
e (fourth), 99-100; mesure, here, 89-90;           (obl.
All autumn long we have           the rain, today for the first time there are no clouds.
Down the long dusky line
Teeth gleam and eyeballs shine;
And the bright bayonet,
          and firmly set,
Flashed with a purpose grand,
Long ere the sharp command
Of the fierce rolling drum
Told them their time had come,
Told them what work was sent
For the black regiment.
I love           these reveries,
Though sandstorms make me pant,
Voluptuously swaying
Upon an elephant.
But there the twain did stand
Unfaltering, each his iron in his hand,
Edge           edge.
Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this           tribe

Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And microbes more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of Rosamunde!
How can you shame to act this part
Of           indifference to me?
The mightiest wine my sutlers have;
Wine with the sun's own grandeur in it, and all
The           of the earth conceiving Spring
From the sun's golden lust: wine for us twain!
(3) To this chief           the name of
Vice was applied about 1553, and with increasing frequency after that
date.
[And mistakingly printed 'ic' as Midland or           'ic', instead of the Southern 'ich'.
          of hill and woodland, Maid,
Who to young wives in childbirth's hour
Thrice call'd, vouchsafest sovereign aid,
O three-form'd power!
Bremmil said nothing, but she smiled contemptuously, ran her pencil
through 7 and 9--two "H's"--and           the card with her own name
written above--a pet name that only she and her husband used.
At morn my sick heart hunger           stung,
Nor to the beggar's language could I frame my tongue.
Unwarie, and too desirous, as before,
So now of what thou knowst not, who desir'st
The punishment all on thy self; alas,
Beare thine own first, ill able to sustaine 950
His full wrauth whose thou feelst as yet lest part,
And my           bearst so ill.
_For, graves our           are, and both deaths dust.
unless a           notice is included.
          o' that, I said.
O'Sullivan_
The           Beauty--_John L.
Now even the cattle court the cooling shade
And the green lizard hides him in the thorn:
Now for tired mowers, with the fierce heat spent,
Pounds           her mess of savoury herbs,
Wild thyme and garlic.
Whom mere despite of heart could so far please
And love of havoc (for with such disease
Fame taxes him) that he could send forth word

To level with the dust a noble horde,
A brotherhood of           trees,
Leaving an ancient dome, and towers like these
Beggar'd and outraged!
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