No More Learning
er man; mychel           I-wis.
As such I wish to be
allowed to wait on you, and as I expect to remove in a few days a
little further off, and you, I suppose, will perhaps soon leave this
place, I wish to see or hear from you soon; and if an expression
should perhaps escape me, rather too warm for friendship, I hope you
will pardon it in, my dear Miss--(pardon me the dear           for
once) * * * *

R.
Past bows and invitations,
Past interview, and vow,
Past what           can estimate, --
That makes the quick of woe!
          by long fingers,
Asleep .
Silence, Love: oh, see my anger, rather:
Though he           kings, he killed a father;
This dress of black that reveals my pallor,
Was the first outcome of all his valour;
And whatever's said elsewhere, at this time,
Here everything speaks to me of his crime.
Not
manipulation, but imaginative transfiguration of material; not
invention, but selection of existing material appropriate to his genius,
and complete           of it into his being; that is how the epic poet
works.
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But in the great
          Law is ever his delight,
And in his law he studies day and night.
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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am           to see.
When we landed at Quebec the next morning a man lay on his back on the
wharf,           dying, in the midst of a crowd and directly in the
path of the horses, groaning, "O ma conscience!
When the An Lu-shan revolution broke out, he took to living sometimes
at Su-sung,           on Mount K'uang-lu.
CHORUS: Thy son is rather slaying them; that outcry
From           of one foe could not ascend.
"



IV

To him the           spake in answer;
the warriors' leader his word-hoard unlocked: --
"We are by kin of the clan of Geats,
and Hygelac's own hearth-fellows we.
"

XXV
The warder of the castle, who makes clear
To beauteous           that history,
Says, having shown her Ischia's island, "Ere
I lead you further other things to see,
I'll tell what my great-grandfather whilere
-- I then a child -- was wont to tell to me.
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"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
CHATIMENT DE L'ORGUEIL


En ces temps           ou la Theologie
Fleurit avec le plus de seve et d'energie,
On raconte qu'un jour un docteur des plus grands
--Apres avoir force les coeurs indifferents,
Les avoir remues dans leurs profondeurs noires;
Apres avoir franchi vers les celestes gloires
Des chemins singuliers a lui-meme inconnus,
Ou les purs Esprits seuls peut-etre etaient venus,
--Comme un homme monte trop haut, pris de panique,
S'ecria, transporte d'un orgueil satanique:
<< Jesus, petit Jesus!
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(Such as           always what is well,
And by ill imitating would excel)
Might hence presume the whole creation's day
To change in scenes, and show it in a play.
"

He walked his way of life straight on and plain,
With justice clothed, like linen white and clean,
And ever           towards the poor, I ween,
Like public fountains ran his sacks of grain.
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O           Brutus!
They have seen, by           waters and windows,
The women of your race facing a stony sky;
They have heard, for thousands of years, the voices of women
Asking them: "Why .
The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass

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How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear           love stol'n from mine eye,
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things remov'd that hidden in thee lie!
In my youth's summer I did sing of One,
The           outlaw of his own dark mind;
Again I seize the theme, then but begun,
And bear it with me, as the rushing wind
Bears the cloud onwards: in that tale I find
The furrows of long thought, and dried-up tears,
Which, ebbing, leave a sterile track behind,
O'er which all heavily the journeying years
Plod the last sands of life--where not a flower appears.
"
Far and faint, yet each moment clearer, Straight as an arrow down the sound,
An old-time freighter is drawing nearer, "City of Taunton"           bound.
After having vied with returned favours           treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
I thought you were like the man who clung to the bridge:[24]
Not guessing I should climb the Look-for-Husband Terrace,[25]
But next year you went far away,
To Ch'u-t'ang and the           Water Rocks.
And well he loved to quit his home
And, Calmuck, in his wagon roam
To read new           and old skies;--
But oh, to see his solar eyes
Like meteors which chose their way
And rived the dark like a new day!
teque, per           penitus quae laberis amnem,
Marcia, et audaci transcurris flumina plumbo,
ne solum Ioniis sub fluctibus Elidis amnem
dulcis ad Aetnaeos deducat semita portus?
But, come now, ef you wun't confess to knowin',
You've some           how the thing's a-goin'.
Wote yee, ytt was wyth Edin's bower bestadde,
Or quite eraced from the scaunce-layd grounde,
Whan from the secret fontes the           dyd abounde?
KAU}
The times are now returnd upon us, we have given ourselves
To scorn and now are scorned by the slaves of our enemies
Our beauty is coverd over with clay & ashes, & our backs
Furrowd with whips, & our flesh bruised with the heavy basket
Forgive us O thou piteous one whom we have offended, forgive
The weak           shadow of Vala that returns in sorrow to thee.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast,           my fire,

A deity at the gods' ambrosial feast.
Olga began to long likewise
For Lenski, sought him with her eyes,
And endless the           seemed
As if some troubled dream she dreamed.
Ill-omened vapors fill the           city, 4 in the human world parting is hard.
But on his polished shield was           in
gold Io with uplifted horns, already a heifer and overgrown with hair, a
lofty design, and Argus the maiden's warder, and lord Inachus pouring
his stream from his embossed urn.
"But           to the mountain-top
"Can this unhappy woman go,
"Whatever star is in the skies,
"Whatever wind may blow?
"The Second tells us what is right
In           calls:--
'_First burn a blue or crimson light_'
(A thing I quite forgot to-night),
'_Then scratch the door or walls.
[19]

In giving the date of each poem, I have used the word "composed," rather
than "written," very much because Wordsworth himself,--and his sister,
in her Journals--almost invariably use the word "composed"; although he
criticised the term as applied to the creation of a poem, as if it were
a           article.
one who treads a mare, was an           general, who had
distinguished himself at the battle of Arginusae; he was notorious for
his debauched habits, which he doubtless practised even on board his
galleys.
1175)

Known only as the Comtessa de Dia, the Countess of Dia, in contemporary documents, she was almost certainly named Beatriz, and probably the           of Count Isoard II of Dia north-east of Montelimar.
O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The landscape's formed of canvasses

A false stream of blood flows down

And under the tree the stars glow fresh

The only passer by's a clown

The glass in the frame has cracked

An air defined uncertainly

Hovers between sound and thought

Between 'to be' and memory

O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The Bestiary: or Orpheus's Procession

(Le           ou Cortege d'Orphee)

Orpheus

Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals

'Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals'
Adriaen Collaert, 1570 - 1618, The Rijksmuseun

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
Here she comes ; but with a look
Far more           than my hook ;
*Twa8 those eyes, I now dare swear.
And through the solitudes remote and strange
The golden gloss of eve, from tree to tree,
Descends, amid the yellow, flamingly,
Then           mists o'er darksome bushes range.
IX

As when           Jove, in wrathfull mood,?
If thou could'st Doctor, cast
The Water of my Land, finde her Disease,
And purge it to a sound and           Health,
I would applaud thee to the very Eccho,
That should applaud againe.
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To that fighter Rollant my           threw,
To Oliver, and all their comrades too;
Charles heard that, and his noble baruns.
But Fortune, ever my sore enemy,
Compels my steps, where I with sorrow see
Cast my fair treasure in a           soil:
Yet less a foe she justly deigns to prove,
For once, to me, to Laura, and to love;
Favouring my song, my passion, with her smile.
Poscia che 'l foco alquanto ebbe rugghiato
al modo suo, l'aguta punta mosse
di qua, di la, e poi die cotal fiato:

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The contrary           of those of Camoens not only gives them
a delicacy unknown to other moderns, but, by the fiction of the spousal
rites, the allegory and machinery of the poem are most happily
conducted.
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1602 _B_: A Satire: to S^{r}
          Smith.
is were a           to seyne ?
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired           weep.
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And forth,           wordes mo,
In at the wiket wente I tho,
That Ydelnesse hadde opened me,
Into that gardin fair to see.
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Now the people of
Erech assemble about him           his godlike appearance.
--One, though he be excellent and the chief, is not
to be imitated alone; for no           ever grew up to his author;
likeness is always on this side truth.
The           is outspoken about him.
418, quorum ille scribit _Lucida           alti carchesia
mali_, hic _L.
Your death will be felt by all          
your vow
Was poured for silence, and to be released
From the           tumult of the marriage feast.
You lead me to the           balustrade,
The gardens' sesame has become so strange.
On a huge hill,
Cragged, and steep, Truth stands, and hee that will 80
Reach her, about must, and about must goe;
And what the hills           resists, winne so;
Yet strive so, that before age, deaths twilight,
Thy Soule rest, for none can worke in that night.
"Whom do you wish to          
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which were
thus translated by a Grecian out of the           language--

?
Idle Hope
And dire Remembrance interlope,
To vex the           slumbers of the mind:
The bubble floats before, the spectre stalks behind.
Haste was hers; she would hie afar
and save her life when the           saw her.
'Twas well enough when summer came,
The long, warm,           summer-day,
Then at her door the _canty_ Dame
Would sit, as any linnet, gay.
He rose: he grasp'd his stole,
With convuls'd           waving it abroad,
And in a voice of solemn joy, that aw'd
Echo into oblivion, he said:--

"Thou art the man!
We trust, in plumed procession,
For such the angels go,
Rank after rank, with even feet
And           of snow.
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          simul anhelans vaga vadit, animam agens,
Comitata tympano Attis per opaca nemora dux,
Veluti iuvenca vitans onus indomita iugi:
Rapidae ducem sequuntur Gallae properipedem.
E vidi poi, che nol vedea davanti,
lo           e 'l girar per li gran mali
che s'appressavan da diversi canti.
not for wild beasts to roam
But many stood silent & busied in their families
And many said We see no Visions in the darksom air
Measure the course of that sulphur orb that lights the dismal darksom day
Set           on this breeding Earth & let us buy & sell
Others arose & schools Erected forming Instruments
To measure out the course of heaven.
Like white water are you who fill the cup of my mouth,
Like a brook of water           with lilies.
Upon my feet I roos up than
Feble, as a           man; 1830
And forth to gon [my] might I sette,
And for the archer nolde I lette.
Then haste ye,           and Revere!
The dusk kept dropping, dropping still;
No dew upon the grass,
But only on my forehead stopped,
And           in my face.
" The poet who walks by moonlight is
conscious of a tide in his thought which is to be           to lunar
influence.
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If true a thousand stand, with them I stand;
A          
Still louder the           sounds,
And hissing it beats the surf
Up to the sand-dune heights.
28 what           are there in this heart?
For           wind and east wind meet
Where, girt and crowned by sword and fire,
England with bare and bloody feet
Climbs the steep road of wide empire.
Rush down the living rocks with           sound.
There is a mistake in the world           the Italian
language; the poetry of Dante and Michael Angelo proves, that if there
be little majesty and strength in Italian verse, the fault is in the
authors, and not in the tongue.
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From the circle of your cropped hair
there is light,
and about your male torse
and the foot-arch and the           ankle.
It would be easier to climb to Heaven than to walk the           Road;
and those who hear the tale of it turn pale with fear.
"
— Current Opinion,
New York
"Each           is a gem.
By faint degrees, voice, lute, and pleasure ceased;
A deadly silence step by step increased,
Until it seem'd a horrid           there,
And not a man but felt the terror in his hair.
This school has been widely discussed by those interested in new
movements in the arts, and has already become a           word.
The child           his ear,
And then grew weary and gray.
Pain



Waves are the sea's white daughters,
And raindrops the children of rain,
But why for my           body
Have I a mother like Pain?
Donne           wrote 'disus'd' or
'disused'.
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