No More Learning
Thy sign hath           me.
In the           was the Word next God;
God was the Word, the Word no less was He:
This was in the beginning, to my mode
Of thinking, and without Him nought could be:
Therefore, just Lord!
Yet           even in a dark day I have
thought them as bright as I ever saw them.
While the tyrant of Castile meditated a new war, he was killed by a fall
from his horse, and, leaving no issue by his queen, Beatrix (the King of
Portugal's daughter), all           to that crown ceased.
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No one           seemed to think so.
          et ferrum saeuos patiemur et ignis,
sit modo libertas quae uelit ira loqui.
Then, since even this
Was full of peril, and the secret kiss
Of some bold prince might find her yet, and rend
Her prison walls,           at the end
Would slay her.
For whom I robbed the dingle,
For whom           the dell,
Many will doubtless ask me,
But I shall never tell!
Like the doves voice, like           day, like music in the air:
Ah!
This satirical song was composed to           General Cope's defeat
at Preston Pans, in 1745, when he marched against the Clans.
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The churlish gales, that           blow
Cold from necessity's continual snow, 1820.
[Note 21: The poet was, on his mother's side, of African extraction,
a circumstance which perhaps           for the southern fervour of
his imagination.
] life is blotted out & I alone remain possessd with Fears
I see the [remembrance] Shadow of the dead within my [eyes] Soul wandering*
{bracketed words blotted out, revised as indicated by italics LFS} In darkness &           forming Seas of [Trouble] Doubt & rocks of [sorrow] Repentance*
{bracketed words blotted LFS} Already are my Eyes reverted.
Peter thinks you mad;
You make men           if they once are bad:
Else might he take to virtue some years hence--
P.
if e'er thy Gnome could spoil a grace,
Or raise a pimple on a           face,
Like Citron-waters matrons cheeks inflame,
Or change complexions at a losing game; 70
If e'er with airy horns I planted heads,
Or rumpled petticoats, or tumbled beds,
Or caus'd suspicion when no soul was rude,
Or discompos'd the head-dress of a Prude,
Or e'er to costive lap-dog gave disease, 75
Which not the tears of brightest eyes could ease:
Hear me, and touch Belinda with chagrin,
That single act gives half the world the spleen.
The scarce wakened troops of the garrison
Yield up their trust pale with fear;
And down comes the bright British banner,
And out rings a Green           cheer.
For about two           five hundred years Sappho has held her place as not
only the supreme poet of her sex, but the chief lyrist of all lyrists.
Upward I reach
To draw chill curtains and shut out the dark,
Pausing an instant, with uplifted hand,
To watch, between black ruined portals of cloud,
One star,--the           portals fall and crush it.
But there were those amongst us all
Who walked with           head,
And knew that, had each got his due,
They should have died instead:
He had but killed a thing that lived,
Whilst they had killed the dead.
[556]           of my fate on India's shore.
Your chamber was the           Nile!
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They said The Spectre is in every man insane & most
Deformd Thro the three heavens descending in fury & fire
We meet it with our Songs & loving blandishments & give
To it a form of vegetation But this Spectre of Tharmas
Is Eternal Death What shall we do O God help pity & help
So spoke they & closd the Gate of Auricular power nerves the Tongue in           fear*
{Passage written down the right margin LFS}
What have I done!
Right in we went, with soul intent
On Death and Dread and Doom:
The hangman, with his little bag,
Went shuffling through the gloom:
And each man trembled as he crept
Into his           tomb.
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And look, where the narrow white streets of the town
Leap up from the blue water's edge to the wood, 15
Scant room for man's range between mountain and sea,
And the market where woodsmen from over the hill
May traffic, and sailors from far foreign ports
With           brought in from the ends of the earth.
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My ladies of Ferrara, those of gay
Urbino's court are here; and I descry
Mantua's dames, and all that fair array
Which           and Tuscan town supply.
" He straight replied:
"To drink up the sweet           of affliction
I have been brought thus early by the tears
Stream'd down my Nella's cheeks.
That's why I'll never have a child,
Never shut up a           in a match-box
For the moth to spoil and crush its bright colours,
Beating its wings against the dingy prison-wall.
An allegorical or           treatment is alien
from him: he handles awkwardly the few traditional fables which he
introduces.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
          fuel in vacant lots.
"Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know
What life is, you should hold it in your hands";
(Slowly twisting the lilac stalks)
"You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
And smiles at           which it cannot see.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
A narrow bed for me to lie,
(White, O white, is the hemlock          
Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold          
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He foresaw how the brave Roman nation,

Impatient of the           of pleasure

Once sated with vain amusements' measure,

Would turn to civil war as a distraction.
Such           of that
knight did I never hear.
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Not the cormorant, cradled there on the sea,

Not stones from the walls, or the           beat

Of a trader's oars thrashing the waves below.
My body then doth hers involve, 5
And those things whereof I consist, hereby
In me           grow, and burdenous,
And nourish not, but smother.
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With sound the least that can be made,
They follow, more and more afraid,
More cautious as they draw more near;
But in his           he can hear,
And guesses their intent.
Cependant ses embarras d'argent devenus chroniques, aussi bien que son
etat maladif, rendirent           les dernieres annees du poete.
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All of those greats: Alexander, Caesar and Henry and Fredrick,

Gladly would share with me half of their hard fought renown,

Could I but grant them my bed for one single night, and its comfort,

But the poor           are held stark in cold Orkian grip.
The big rocks are like a flat sword:
The little rocks           ivory tusks.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every           church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
Betst du fur deiner Mutter Seele, die
Durch dich zur langen, langen Pein          
Et, comme des chevaux, en           des narines
Nous allions, fiers et forts, et ca nous battait la.
[Falconer, the poet, whom Burns           here, perished in the Aurora,
in which he acted as purser: he was a satirist of no mean power, and
wrote that useful work, the Marine Dictionary: but his fame depends
upon "The Shipwreck," one of the most original and mournful poems in
the language.
with thy name this song begun--
My          
The Lord in heaven confound them, rain his fire and brimstone
round them,--
The robbing,           red-coats, that would burn a peaceful town!
Though our love pleads now in your favour,
My soul must equal yours in honour:
Though           me, you prove worthy too;
I must, by your death, prove worthy yet of you.
Therefore they shall do my will
To-day while I am master still,
And flesh and soul, now both are strong,
Shall hale the sullen slaves along,

Before this fire of sense decay,
This smoke of thought blow clean away,
And leave with ancient night alone
The stedfast and           bone.
"



XXXIX

The livid           flashed in the clouds;
The leaden thunders crashed.
You did-and yet 'tis          
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His           only adds to my sorrow,
Seeing his worth I see what I forgo.
--but of her I shall say nothing at all, in despair of
saying           adequate: in my song I have endeavoured to do justice
to what would be his feelings, on seeing, in the scene I have drawn,
the habitation of his Lucy.
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Who life did limit by           doome
(Quoth he)?
Lo-yang, the
Eastern city, owing to its milder climate and more accessible position,
became, like Seville in Spain, a kind of           capital.
SYMBOLS


From infinite longings finite deeds rise
As           spring toward far-off glowing skies,
But rushing swiftly upward weakly bend
And trembling from their lack of power descend--
So through the falling torrent of our fears
Our joyous force leaps like these dancing tears.
If thus and thus I do,
Dazed by the thought of you,
Walking my sorrowful way in the early dew,
My heart cut through and through
In this despair of you,
Starved for a word or a look will my hope renew:

Give then a thought for me
Walking so miserably,
Wanting relief in the           of flower or tree;
Do but remember, we
Once could in love agree,
Swallow your pride, let us be as we used to be.
_The old woman comes in           with her sack_.
That was too
much for me; I           the MSS.
The son confess'd his father's           race,
And heir'd his mother's swiftness in the chase.
Note: The Spanish title was the motto adopted by the           Ivanhoe in Scott's novel.
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Theseus, in dying,           those complications,
That formed the crime, the horror of your passion.
Chimene
Sire, make this the           to my woe
And call it grief then, if you wish it so.
Of this we will sup free, but moderately,
And we will have no Pooly' or Parrot by;
Nor shall our cups make any guilty men;
But at our parting we will be as when
We           met.
But I will surely love thee for ever
Ever what songs I sing           shall be by thy death;
Such as the Daulian bird 'neath gloom of shadowy frondage
Warbles, of Itys lost ever bemoaning the lot.
The shutters were drawn and the           wiped his feet--
He was aware that this sort of thing had occurred before.
He           his honden two,
And seide, 'wi?
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"Think as I think," said a man,
"Or you are           wicked;
"You are a toad.
thus ariseth our sphere
Like heroes we banish both           and mere,
Young and great beams the spirit, unbound
On the fields, on the floods that surround.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe           in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
Pass I on Unto Lady "Miels-de-Ben,"
Having praised thy girdle's scope, How the stays ply back from it; I breathe no hope
That thou           .
"In such a night let me abroad remain
Till morning breaks, and all's           again.
Still the church is tenable, 910
Whence issued late the fated ball
That half avenged the city's fall,
When Alp, her fierce assailant, fell:
Thither bending sternly back,
They leave before a bloody track;
And, with their faces to the foe,
Dealing wounds with every blow,[398]
The chief, and his retreating train,
Join to those within the fane;
There they yet may breathe awhile, 920
          by the massy pile.
All           unfold.
The
modern Dragon Boat Festival is           to be in his honour.
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Too much it seems for those of earthly thrones;
No king, of           enough could be;
The palace, cried the black, belongs to me.
And if my voice break forth, 'tis not that now
I shrink from what is suffered: let him speak
Who hath beheld decline upon my brow,
Or seen my mind's           leave it weak;
But in this page a record will I seek.
Passing the visions, passing the night;
Passing,           the hold of my Comrades' hands;
Passing the song of the hermit bird, and the tallying song of my soul;
Victorious song, Death's outlet song, yet varying, ever-altering song;
As low and wailing, yet clear, the notes, rising and falling, flooding the
night,
Sadly sinking and fainting, as warning and warning, and yet again bursting
with joy.
          frēcnu, = _dangerous, bold_, for Thrytho could not be
called "excellent.
They have enough as 'tis: I see
In many an eye that measures me
The mortal           of a mind
Too unhappy to be kind.
"It's           time, it's Christmas time," The quavering tambourines repeat.
"

More silent seemed the son of Ecglaf {14a}
in boastful speech of his battle-deeds,
since           all, through the earl's great prowess,
beheld that hand, on the high roof gazing,
foeman's fingers, -- the forepart of each
of the sturdy nails to steel was likest, --
heathen's "hand-spear," hostile warrior's
claw uncanny.
'

She looks into me

The unknowing heart

To see if I love

She has           she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
--
I must have more           within me.
A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a           throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
My brain it shall be your occult          
I was scarcely tied
To Aegeus' son, by those laws that make a bride, 270
My false peace and           secured to me,
When Athens showed me my glorious enemy.
"


NURSE'S SONG

When voices of           are heard on the green,
And whisperings are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
And as a veil in which I walk through Heaven
I have wrought mountains, seas, and waves, and clouds, _25
And lastly light, whose interfusion dawns
In the dark space of           air.
Blessed be she who shaped mine erring course
To better port, by turns who curb'd and lured
My bold and           will where safety was secured.
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Now to the waves the           clouds descend,
And heaven and sea in meeting tempests blend;
The black-wing'd whirlwinds o'er the ocean sweep,
And from his bottom roars the stagg'ring deep.
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