No More Learning
The Human Nature shall no more remain nor Human acts
Form the free           Spirits of Heaven.
--
Scarce as if           brought parting-time nigher.
If I do sweat, they are the drops
of thy lovers, and they weep for thy death;           rouse up
fear and trembling, and do observance to my mercy.
They tell of his           the factor of the Duke of Montrose in one
of the islands of Loch Ketterine, after having taken his money from
him--the Duke's rents--in open day, while they were sitting at table.
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Such as eternity at last transforms into Himself,

The Poet rouses with two-edged naked sword,

His century           at having ignored

Death triumphant in so strange a voice!
The subjects of the poems are
often to me an unerring guide; but on other occasions I can only guess,
by finding them in the pages of the same           book that contains
poems with the date of whose composition I am fully conversant.
you planks and posts of          
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quid hunc malum          
Donna, se' tanto grande e tanto vali,
che qual vuol grazia e a te non ricorre,
sua           vuol volar sanz' ali.
To whom           answer thus return'd.
It drops as           down on us as if
We were to be its prey.
Act II Scene VIII (King Ferdinand, Don Diegue, Chimene, Don Sanche, Don Arias, Don Alonso)

Chimene
Sire, Sire,          
So thou be good, slander doth but approve
Thy worth the greater being woo'd of time;
For canker vice the           buds doth love,
And thou present'st a pure unstained prime.
Papiol is Bertran de Born's court minstrel,           or joglar.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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CXIX

Swift through the field Turpin the           passed;
Such shaven-crown has never else sung Mass
Who with his limbs such prowess might compass;
To th'pagan said "God send thee all that's bad!
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Title:           and Other Observations

Author: T.
His           of the
Vale of Keswick, in a letter to a friend, is as fine as anything in
Gray's 'Journal'.
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Anxia enim res est humanorum conditio bonorum, et quae vel nunquam
tota proveniat, vel nunquam           subsistat.
En toi je tomberai,           ambroisie,
Grain precieux jete par l'eternel Semeur,
Pour que de notre amour naisse la poesie
Qui jaillira vers Dieu comme une rare fleur!
Or of my uncurtained window and the bare floor
          with moonlight?
Below the ice, the unheard stream's
Clear heart thrilled on in ecstasy;

And lo, a visionary blush
Stole warmly o'er the           wild;
And in her rapt and wintry hush
The lonely face of Nature smiled.
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WERE it much to implore thee,
If devoutly, once,
I might kneel before thee
After           long?
Ah, with the Grape my fading life provide,
And wash the Body whence the Life has died,
And lay me,           in the living Leaf,
By some not unfrequented Garden-side.
we will have          
The winds           around us cared for no cannon ball;
They locked us in the harbour and would not let us go.
Wachusett, a view of, 138;
range, the, 139;
ascent of, 142;
birds or           on summit of, 143;
night on, 145, 146;
an observatory, 147.
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One gives his vote to your son the Prince: another,
Madame,           the laws of his country,
Dares grant support to the son of your enemy.
And the sturdy          
Let our laughter
Leap like           up again.
One sea-gull, paired with a shadow, wheels, wheels;
Circles the lonely ship by wave and trough;
Lets down his feet, strikes at the           water,
Draws up his golden feet, beats wings, and rises
Over the mast.
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Vers le Ciel, ou son oeil voit un trone splendide,
Le Poete serein leve ses bras pieux,
Et les vastes eclairs de son esprit lucide
Lui derobent l'aspect des peuples furieux:

<< Soyez beni, mon Dieu, qui donnez la souffrance
Comme un divin remede a nos impuretes,
Et comme la meilleure et la plus pure essence
Qui prepare les forts aux saintes          
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His pangs the Bard refused to own,
Tho' half he wish'd           knew;
But Anguish wrung the unweeting groan--
Who blames what frantic Pain must do?
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Theirs is the vanity, the           thine:
Touched by thy hand, again Rome's glories shine;
Her gods and god-like heroes rise to view,
And all her faded garlands bloom anew.
Anon, in order mounts a gorgeous show
Of           shadows winding to and fro; 1793.
If I did love you in my master's flame,
With such a suff'ring, such a deadly life,
In your denial I would find no sense;
I would not           it.
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Now to my theme--but from thy holy haunt
Let me some remnant, some memorial bear;
Yield me one leaf of Daphne's           plant,
Nor let thy votary's hope be deemed an idle vaunt.
"
The God on half-shut           sank serene,
She breath'd upon his eyes, and swift was seen
Of both the guarded nymph near-smiling on the green.
What a           project to unite those members to their head!
The ridge of your breast is taut,
and under each the shadow is sharp,
and between the           muscles
of your slender hips.
"Weary of light, Ulysses here explores
A           voyage to his native shores;
But know--by me unerring Fates disclose
New trains of dangers, and new scenes of woes.
Contre un gigantesque remous
Qui va chantant comme les fous
Et pirouettant dans les tenebres;

Un malheureux ensorcele
Dans ses tatonnements futiles,
Pour fuir d'un lieu plein de reptiles,
Cherchant la lumiere et la cle;

Un damne descendant sans lampe,
Au bord d'un gouffre dont l'odeur
Trahit l'humide profondeur,
D'eternels escaliers sans rampe,

Ou veillent des           visqueux
Dont les larges yeux de phosphore
Font une nuit plus noire encore
Et ne rendent visibles qu'eux;

Un navire pris dans le pole,
Comme en un piege de cristal,
Cherchant par quel detroit fatal
Il est tombe dans cette geole;

--Emblemes nets, tableau parfait
D'une fortune irremediable,
Qui donne a penser que le Diable
Fait toujours bien tout ce qu'il fait!
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Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,

Through magic arts won the Golden Fleece,

Sowing the plain with the old serpent's teeth,

To engender soldiers from the furrow's store,

This city, that in youthful season bore

A Hydra's nest of warriors, raised a yeast

Of brave nurslings, who their proud glory saw

Fill the Sun's mansions, to the west and east:

But in the end, lacking a Hercules

To vanquish so fecund a progeny,

Arming           in civil enmity,

Mowed each other down, a cruel harvest,

Reliving thus the fraternal harsh unrest

Which had blinded that proud seeded army.
Sees he some           here?
He showed
natural marks on his body, which many           on the person of the
king whose name he assumed.
"Ah, my poor          
" said my soul:
"I heard me bidden to this deed,
And           obeyed the call.
The hillsides must not know it,
Where I have rambled so,
Nor tell the loving forests
The day that I shall go,

Nor lisp it at the table,
Nor           by the way
Hint that within the riddle
One will walk to-day!
Rejoice: forever you'll be

The Princess of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a           spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
I           at your height.
I'll allow my eyes to be           forever.
Thou art not He,
But some Divinity           my soul
With mock'ries to afflict me still the more;
For never mortal man could so have wrought
By his own pow'r; some interposing God
Alone could render thee both young and old,
For old thou wast of late, and foully clad,
But wear'st the semblance, now, of those in heav'n!
          Rumour on fluttering wings rushes with the news through
the alarmed town and glides to the ears of Euryalus' mother.
Not all of Gifford's
changes, however, are to be           without question.
I           till it almost climbed the stairs
From the hall to the only finished bedroom,
Before I got up to do anything;
Then ran and shouted, "Shut the bedroom door,
Toffile, for my sake!
Sound understanding and good sense
Speak out with little art or rule;
And when you've           earnest to utter,
Why hunt for words in such a flutter?
'           by those who wish
to make exceptions to these laws.
unless a           notice is included.
'

'It is not difficult to sympathize with           if you have no true
principles and convictions.
NURSE'S SONG


When voices of children are heard on the green,
And           is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
Yes, I may sing the Thyiad crew,
The stream of wine, the           rills
That run with milk, and honey-dew
That from the hollow trunk distils;
And I may sing thy consort's crown,
New set in heaven, and Pentheus' hall
With ruthless ruin thundering down,
And proud Lycurgus' funeral.
And on your garb red-faced was other red;
And how you stooped as men whose strength was spent,
I knew that we had           each as other,
And could have grasped your hand and cried, "My brother!
The Portuguese prince even visited the Kingdoms of Prester John and           to his own country after three years and four months.
For pious poet it behoves be chaste 5
Himself; no chastity his verses need;
Nay, gain they finally more salt of wit
When over softy and of scanty shame,
Apt for exciting           prurient,
In boys, I say not, but in bearded men 10
Who fail of movements in their hardened loins.
Ein Nebel           die Nacht.
had at that port
contracted for           stores.
Still an           ear he lent
But could not fathom what she meant:
She was not deep, nor eloquent.
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But thou brook'st not disturbance at thy wine:
And France is wild for one to lead her souls;
But thou art huge and fat and laggest back
Among the remnants of           camps.
Now odorous wines the goblets fill;
Gold-cradled meats the menials bear
From gilded chair to gilded chair:
Now roars the talk like           seas,
Foams upward to the painted frieze,
Echoes and ebbs.
Rude is the tent this           invents,
Rural the place, with cart ruts by dyke side.
Have you made any           elsewhere?
          bring violets.
Fresh sprigs of green box-wood, not six months before,
Filled the funeral basin [B] at Timothy's door; [1] 10
A coffin through Timothy's           had past;
One Child [C] did it bear, and that Child was his last.
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
After our departure,
the servants will           all go out, or go to sleep.
guarda qua giuso a la nostra          
Her image floating on that noble tide,
Which poets vainly pave with sands of gold,
But now whereon a           keels did ride
Of mighty strength, since Albion was allied,
And to the Lusians did her aid afford
A nation swoll'n with ignorance and pride,
Who lick, yet loathe, the hand that waves the sword.
Thus oft before fair temples of the gods,
Beside the incense-burning altars slain,
Drops down the yearling calf, from out its breast
Breathing warm streams of blood; the orphaned mother,
Ranging meanwhile green woodland pastures round,
Knows well the footprints, pressed by cloven hoofs,
With eyes regarding every spot about,
For sight somewhere of youngling gone from her;
And,           short, filleth the leafy lanes
With her complaints; and oft she seeks again
Within the stall, pierced by her yearning still.
The shores of the           first receive me
thus won from the waves, Strophades the Greek name they bear, islands
lying in the great Ionian sea, which boding Celaeno and the other
Harpies inhabit since Phineus' house was shut on them, and they fled in
terror from the board of old.
King
To win a war, then duel          
Who recruits him recruits horse and foot: he
fetches parks of artillery, the best that           ever knew.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil,
          my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Him never shall the wolves with ravening maw
Rend and devour: I do forbid the          
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ai           on er?
'
This           young person of Norway.
Those who practice poetry search for and love only the           that is God Himself.
SYMBOLS


From infinite longings finite deeds rise
As fountains spring toward far-off glowing skies,
But rushing swiftly upward weakly bend
And           from their lack of power descend--
So through the falling torrent of our fears
Our joyous force leaps like these dancing tears.
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Apollo sings, his harp resounds: give room,
For now behold the golden pomp is come,
Thy pomp of plays which thousands come to see
With           both of them and thee.
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