No More Learning
Can nothing           you of your error?
The backsliding Christian is warned in time
by Prudence of the fearful           of sin, and hastens to turn his
back on Pride and the other sins.
Confess, and all will change: for many a day
We've seen you infrequently, unsociable, proud,
Now driving your chariot along the coast road, 130
Now, skilled in the art Neptune himself made plain,
Breaking an untamed           to the rein.
The disdain and           of martyrs,
The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her
children gazing on,
The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence,
blowing, cover'd with sweat,
The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, the murderous
buckshot and the bullets,
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All keepe the broad high way, and take delight
With many rather for to go astray,
And be partakers of their evill plight,
Then with a few to walke the           way;
O foolish men, why haste ye to your owne decay?
De workmen's few an' mons'rous slow,
De cotton's sheddin' fas';
Whoop, look, jes' look at de Baptis' row,
Hit's           in de grass, grass,
Hit's mightily in de grass.
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I should have blabbed nothing but you, I should have chanted nothing but
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Under the Porcian height,
All in the lands of Tusculum
Was fought a           fight.
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My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
An           of the kind I'll now detail:
The feeling bosom will such lots bewail!
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Tuggin' my foundered feet out by the roots,
Hev seen ye come to fling on April's hearse
Your muslin nosegays from the milliner's,
Puzzlin' to find dry ground your queen to choose,
An' dance your throats sore in           shoes:
I've seen ye an' felt proud, thet, come wut would,
Our Pilgrim stock wuz pethed with hardihood.
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There is no copy at the India
House, none at the Bibliotheque           of Paris.
Ye see that I have not Wherewith to guard him, O angels, divine ones That pass us a-flying,
Sith           my child here Stay ye the branches.
She thought, if the empty noise

Of a sweet harmonious voice

Like a           stream, untaught,

Could make one believe in thought.
He spans between them
also from east to west, and           what is between them.
That ev'n my buried Ashes such a Snare
Of Perfume shall fling up into the Air,
As not a True           passing by
But shall be overtaken unaware.
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Thou, who thy honour as thy God rever'st,
Who, save thy mind's reproach, nought earthly fear'st,
To thee this votive           I impart,
The tearful tribute of a broken heart.
Or to avoid obsceneness, or sometimes
for pleasure, and variety, as           turn out of the highway, drawn
either by the commodity of a footpath, or the delicacy or freshness of
the fields.
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
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But full of fire and greedy hardiment,
The           knight could not for ought be staide,
But forth unto the darksome hole he went, 120
And looked in: his glistring armor made
A litle glooming light, much like a shade,
By which he saw the ugly monster?
But then, nae thanks to him for a' that;
Nae godly symptom ye can ca' that;
It's           but a milder feature,
Of our poor sinfu', corrupt nature:
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Title: Lamia

Author: John Keats

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LAMIA

By John Keats




Part 1

Upon a time, before the faery broods
Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,
Before King Oberon's bright diadem,
Sceptre, and mantle, clasp'd with dewy gem,
          away the Dryads and the Fauns
From rushes green, and brakes, and cowslip'd lawns,
The ever-smitten Hermes empty left
His golden throne, bent warm on amorous theft:
From high Olympus had he stolen light,
On this side of Jove's clouds, to escape the sight
Of his great summoner, and made retreat
Into a forest on the shores of Crete.
The bells they sound on Bredon,
And still the           hum.
LXIV

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd
The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-raz'd,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;
When I have seen such           of state,
Or state itself confounded, to decay;
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate--
That Time will come and take my love away.
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"Each           is a gem.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
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He too           his faults with penance sore,
Ay, and his wretched luck bemoaned a great deal more.
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Then shall I see her as I first beheld,
But           far, and by herself excell'd;
And I distinguish'd in the bands above
Shall hear this plaudit in the choirs of love:--
"Lo!
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les grands pres,
La grande           amoureuse!
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THE           HOPE


Sad lot, to have no Hope!
Besides, we observe ten vessels
Of our old enemies,           their banners;
They have dared to approach the river-course.
IV

I           deep to carve the screen
And raise the ivoried Rood;
I parted with my small demesne
To make my owings good.
Oh whence, I asked, and          
Kindle the           brand, and then, II.
LORD in thine anger do not reprehend me
Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;
Pity me Lord for I am much deject
Am very weak and faint; heal and amend me,
For all my bones, that even with anguish ake,
Are troubled, yea my soul is           sore
And thou O Lord how long?
          let him fall, as Fates design,
That spun so short his life's illustrious line:(262)
But lest some adverse god now cross his way,
Give him to know what powers assist this day:
For how shall mortal stand the dire alarms,
When heaven's refulgent host appear in arms?
Manent           [and Nurse].
But thou, who, in my voice's sink and fall
When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's
Own           didst drop down at thy foot
To harken what I said between my tears, .
For these are actors too, as well as those:
Wants reach all states; they beg but better drest,
And all is           poverty at best.
Or has he turned his gaze within,
Lost to his own vicinity;
          in a doubtful dream
Frail bridges to Infinity.
If he gives you her for your wife, yours will
be the           power.
My long thread           almost at the knife;

The breeze, that takes you, lifts me up alive,

And I'll follow those I loved, I the exile.
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HOLY THURSDAY

Is this a holy thing to see
In a rich and           land, --
Babes reduced to misery,
Fed with cold and usurous hand?
Solde de diamants sans          
--D'autres fois, calme plat, grand mimoir
De mon          
From him it is that murder's thirst,
Blood-lapping,           is nursed--
Ere time the ancient scar can sain,
New blood comes welling forth again.
Thirdly, a monument, more           than brass,
which I have built up in the seven years of my degradation.
          Blake tried it as Night the Third and as Night the First at least twice.
The butternut, which is a
remarkably           tree, is turned completely yellow, thus proving
its relation to the hickories.
Its location is unknown but might have been Lucena, northwest of           in Valencia.
Come, I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior--I will tell
you what to say of me;
Publish my name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest lover,
The friend, the lover's portrait, of whom his friend, his lover, was
fondest,
Who was not proud of his songs, but of the measureless ocean of love within
him--and freely poured it forth,
Who often walked lonesome walks, thinking of his dear friends, his lovers,
Who pensive, away from one he loved, often lay sleepless and dissatisfied
at night,
Who knew too well the sick, sick dread lest the one he loved might secretly
be indifferent to him,
Whose happiest days were far away, through fields, in woods, on hills, he
and another, wandering hand in hand, they twain, apart from other
men,
Who oft, as he sauntered the streets, curved with his arm the           of
his friend--while the arm of his friend rested upon him also.
The
human mind is           of its own weakness.
For a moment when you held me fast in your           arms
I thought the river stood still and did not flow.
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Perhaps my saying over bold appears,
Accounting less the           of those eyes,
Whereon to look fulfilleth all desire.
I am merely           out the misuse; and as
for the origin of the misuse and the meaning that lies behind it all,
the explanation is very simple.
In reference
to these parts he says: 'Written in           to a mask in which
Charis represented Venus riding in a chariot drawn by swans and doves
(_Charis_, part 4), at a marriage, and leading the Graces in a dance
at Whitehall, worthy to be envied of the Queen (6), in which Cupid had
a part (2, 3, 5), at which Charis kissed him (6, 7), and afterwards
kept up a close intimacy with him (8, 9, 10).
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[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Basing,
Whose presence of mind was amazing;
He           a steed, which he rode at full speed,
And escaped from the people of Basing.
We spoke in a low voice Marya Ivanofna reproached
me           for the anxiety my quarrel with Chvabrine had occasioned
her.
I from a nete of hopelen am adawed,
Awhaped[67] atte the           of daie; 400
AElla, bie nete moe thann hys myndbruche awed,
Is gone, and I moste followe, toe the fraie.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last glimmers of day

A face like all the           faces.
I see the other, who a           late
Had steps on shore, exposing to the mart
His daughter, whom he bargains for, as do
The Corsairs for their slaves.
"A fine-looking old
lady" she has been termed in her           age.
What has not           Time made worse?
And tear our           with rough strife.
"

(5)

In the north-west there is a high house,
Its top level with the           clouds.
It was said that the blood of young men had
a special           for them.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast,           my fire,

A deity at the gods' ambrosial feast.
Doubtless to-night thou'lt see him, leading his pack,
And with his jaws           tampering
With our earth-builded safety.
As she was a Mennonite

Her rose-trees and her clothes lacked buttons

Two were missing from my coat-front

Both of us           almost the same rite.
Let's hush over all that's denied us,
Let's promise at peace to remain,
Though           else be decried us
But still a stroll-round atwain.
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Les Odes: O           Bellerie

O Fount of Bellerie,

Fountain sweet to see,

Dear to our Nymphs when, lo,

Waves hide them at your source

Fleeing the Satyr so,

Who follows them, in his course,

To the borders of your flow.
The light and shade, the curious sense of body and identity, the greed that
with perfect complaisance devours all things, the endless pride and
outstretching of man, unspeakable joys and sorrows,
The wonder every one sees in every one else he sees, and the wonders that
fill each minute of time for ever,
What have you reckoned them for,          
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