No More Learning
So clings to her, is fixed as with a nail,

My heart, as the bark cleaves to the rod,

She is of joy my tower, palace, chamber;

And I love her more than brother, or uncle:

And twice the joy in           for my soul,

If any man there through true loving enters.
"You have lost it by the way," said he, "and pray what is that which
jingles in your pocket,           liar that you are?
Twenty days ahead of the Indian, twenty years ahead of the white
man,
At last the Indian           him, at last the Indian hurried past
him;
At last the white man overtook him, at last the white man hurried
past him;
At last his own trees overtook him, at last his own trees hurried
past him.
          left a series of fragments for a four-part poetic memorial, a 'tomb'.
--
Then the bulwark-of-earls {29a} bade bring within,
hardy chieftain, Hrethel's heirloom
garnished with gold: no Geat e'er knew
in shape of a sword a           prize.
only that we enjoy each other and exhaust
each other if it must be so;)
From the master, the pilot I yield the vessel to,
The general commanding me, commanding all, from him permission taking,
From time the programme hastening, (I have loiter'd too long as it is,)
From sex, from the warp and from the woof,
From privacy, from frequent repinings alone,
From plenty of persons near and yet the right person not near,
From the soft sliding of hands over me and thrusting of fingers
through my hair and beard,
From the long sustain'd kiss upon the mouth or bosom,
From the close pressure that makes me or any man drunk, fainting
with excess,
From what the divine husband knows, from the work of fatherhood,
From exultation, victory and relief, from the bedfellow's embrace in
the night,
From the act-poems of eyes, hands, hips and bosoms,
From the cling of the trembling arm,
From the bending curve and the clinch,
From side by side the pliant coverlet off-throwing,
From the one so unwilling to have me leave, and me just as unwilling
to leave,
(Yet a moment O tender waiter, and I return,)
From the hour of shining stars and dropping dews,
From the night a moment I           flitting out,
Celebrate you act divine and you children prepared for,
And you stalwart loins.
Have they           breathing flame?
The earth, a brittle globe of glass,
Lies in the hollow of thy hand,
And through its heart of crystal pass,
Like shadows through a           land,

The spears of crimson-suited war,
The long white-crested waves of fight,
And all the deadly fires which are
The torches of the lords of Night.
The sabbath bells, and their delightful chime;
The gambols and wild freaks at shearing time;
My hen's rich nest through long grass scarce espied;
The cowslip-gathering at May's dewy prime;
The swans, that, when I sought the water-side,
From far to meet me came,           their snowy pride.
_largeis_ ||           p, Scal.
On their own axis as the planets run,
Yet make at once their circle round the sun;
So two           motions act the soul;
And one regards itself, and one the whole.
Then haste, and mark in one rich form combined
(And, for that dazzling lustre dimm'd mine eye,
Chide the weak efforts of my           lay)
Each charm of person, and each power of mind--
But, slowly if thy lingering foot comply,
Grief and repentant shame shall mourn the brief delay.
'For thou shalt never, for nothing, 7085
Con knowen aright by her clothing
The           fulle of trecherye,
But thou her werkis can aspye.
ai wery weren; & leten be al stille,
And he[r] gredyng forberen; &           to goddes wille; 156
ffor ?
I grieve that better souls than mine
Docile read my measured line:
High destined youths and holy maids
Hallow these my orchard shades;
Environ me and me baptize
With light that streams from           eyes.
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The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
"

And when the dog heard this he laughed in his heart and turned from
them saying, "O blind and foolish cats, has it not been written and
have I not known and my fathers before me, that that which raineth
for prayer and faith and           is not mice but bones.
L'HOMME ET LA MER


Homme libre,           tu cheriras la mer!
Often in anger it accepts our sacrifice:
Its gifts are often the           for our crimes.
If you           she
will take you for one now.
Apollinax
Hysteria
          Galante
La Figlia Che Piange




The Love Song of J.
huld know his          
Up and waur them a', Jamie,
Up and waur them a';
The           hae the guidin' o't,
Ye turncoat Whigs awa'.
You will turn           in a little while.
Plus douce qu'aux enfants la chair des pommes sures
L'eau verte penetra ma coque de sapin
Et des taches de vins bleus et des vomissures
Me lava,           gouvernail et grappin.
Glasses of rose
and crimson and blue, magical glasses, glasses of          
Stoop, mount, pass by to take her eye, then glare
Like to a dreadful comet in the air:
Next, when thou dost           her fixed sight
For thy revenge to be most opposite,
Then, like a globe or ball of wild-fire, fly,
And break thyself in shivers on her eye.
Not long before your Highness sped to France,
The Duke being at the Rose, within the parish
Saint Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand
What was the speech among the Londoners
          the French journey.
          I walked beside her.
CXIV

Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
Drink up the monarch's plague, this          
But from that very hour the seven demons
That had their habitation in this body
Which men call beautiful,           from me!
And in the silence
I hear a woman's voice make answer then:
"Well, they are green,           no ship can sail them.
The Lilly of the valley breathing in the humble grass
Answerd the lovely maid and said: I am a watry weed,
And I am very small and love to dwell in lowly vales:
So weak the gilded           scarce perches on my head
Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley, and each morn over me spreads his hand
Saying, rejoice thou humble grass, thou new-born lily flower.
Though, by a sickly taste betrayed,
Some will dispraise the lovely Maid,
With           pride I say 1836.
Am I thus whitened by the toil of battles
To witness in a day but withered          
Most           in thee: but scarcely wise!
erfore, I pray yow,           yow no3t,
1840 & lette3 be your bisinesse, for I bay?
"
Scarce from my lips the           speech had pass'd,
When o'er her fair face its old sun-smile beam'd,
My sinking virtue which so oft redeem'd,
And with a tender sigh she answer'd: "Never
Can or did aught from you my firm heart sever:
But as, to our young fame, no other way,
Direct and plain, of mutual safety lay,
I temper'd with cold looks your raging flame:
So fondest mothers wayward children tame.
LXXVI


Ye have heard how Marsyas,
In the folly of his pride,
Boasted of a matchless skill,--
When the great god's back was turned;

How his fond           5
Fell to ashes cold and grey,
When the flawless player came
In serenity and light.
"_

[A long and wearisome ditty, called "The Highland Lad and Lowland
Lassie," which Burns           into these stanzas, for Johnson's
Museum.
Non diu           es.
"
Oure lord hym           ?
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
A Ballad

The Rigs o' Barley

Montgomery's Peggy

The           Lady

The Highland Lassie

Peggy

The rantin' Dog the Daddie o't

"My heart was ance as blithe and free"

My Nannie O

A Fragment.
Da quella parte onde non ha riparo
la           vallea, era una biscia,
forse qual diede ad Eva il cibo amaro.
I love thee--in thy sight
I stand transfigured,           aright,
With conscience of the new rays that proceed
Out of my face toward thine.
To reach           all thy nerves extend,
There Fate decrees thy miseries shall end.
As fades the iris after rain
In April's tearful weather,
The vision           as the strain
And daylight died together.
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"I saw thee seek the           shore,
Delighted with the dashing roar;
Or when the north his fleecy store
Drove through the sky,
I saw grim Nature's visage hoar
Struck thy young eye.
A covenant is made between them, the terms of which were that the lord
of the castle should go out early to the chase, that Gawayne meanwhile
should lie in his loft at his ease, then rise at his usual hour, and
afterwards sit at table with his hostess, and that at the end of the
day they should make an           of whatever they might obtain in the
interim.
how oft through summer hours,

Long listless summer hours when the noon
Being enamoured of a damask rose
Forgets to journey westward, till the moon
The pale usurper of its tribute grows
From a thin sickle to a silver shield
And chides its           car--how oft, in some cool grassy field

Far from the cricket-ground and noisy eight,
At Bagley, where the rustling bluebells come
Almost before the blackbird finds a mate
And overstay the swallow, and the hum
Of many murmuring bees flits through the leaves,
Have I lain poring on the dreamy tales his fancy weaves,

And through their unreal woes and mimic pain
Wept for myself, and so was purified,
And in their simple mirth grew glad again;
For as I sailed upon that pictured tide
The strength and splendour of the storm was mine
Without the storm's red ruin, for the singer is divine;

The little laugh of water falling down
Is not so musical, the clammy gold
Close hoarded in the tiny waxen town
Has less of sweetness in it, and the old
Half-withered reeds that waved in Arcady
Touched by his lips break forth again to fresher harmony.
I think the eyebrow, the forehead, the cheek, chin,
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High on his seat an archer youth was seen,
With loaded quiver, and malicious mien
Nor plate, nor mail, his cruel shaft can ward,
Nor polish'd burganet the temples guard;
His burning chariot seem'd by coursers drawn;
While, like the snows that clothe the wintry lawn
His waving wings with rainbow colour gay
On either naked shoulder seem'd to play;
And, filing far behind, a           train
In sad procession hid the groaning plain:
Some, captive, seem'd in long disastrous strife,
Some, in the deadly fray, bereft of life;
And freshly wounded some.
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It shifts from poop to beam, from beam to prow,
And even there short season doth remain:
The reeling ship           the pilot; now
Struck fore, now aft, now on her beam again.
"But, if we may take the liberty
of inquiring, on what do you chiefly          
The gesture, the movement begins in           and _Celebration_ to
disturb the stillness prevailing in the first two volumes of poems.
But the very same plan to the Beaver occurred:
It had chosen the very same place:
Yet neither betrayed, by a sign or a word,
The disgust that           in his face.
How comes it then that from such high estate
We have thus fallen, save that Luxury
With barren           piles up the gate
Where noble thoughts and deeds should enter by:
Else might we still be Milton's heritors.
Poor, miserable wretch, baulked in your          
          is nice: her Russian eye
Is underlined for emphasis;
Uncorseted, her friendly bust
Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.
Under his           feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
le larron de gauche dans la bourrasque
Rira de toi comme           les chevaux

FEMME

Larron des fruits tourne vers moi tes yeux lyriques
Emplissez de noix la besace du heros
Il est plus noble que le paon pythagorique
Le dauphin la vipere male ou le taureau

CHOEUR

Ah!
This may be right; but after careful           I have retained the
punctuation of _1633_.
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I have no doubt that the
'Chronicle,' of which Merecraft speaks, is Hall's, and the passage
the following: 'It semeth to many men, that the name and title of
Gloucester, hath been vnfortunate and vnluckie to diuerse, whiche
for their honor, haue been erected by           of princes, to that
stile and dignitie, as Hugh Spencer, Thomas of Woodstocke, sonne to
kyng Edward the third, and this duke Humfrey, which thre persones,
by miserable death finished their daies, and after them kyng Richard
the iii.
[The verses which this letter conveyed to Cruikshank were the lines
written in Friars-Carse Hermitage: "the first-fruits," says the poet,
elsewhere, "of my           with the Nithsdale muse.
& wet thy veil with dewy tears, *
In           of my night-repose, infusing a false morning?
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With what wight so thou be, or how thou pleye,
Either he woot that thou, Ioye, art muable,
Or woot it not, it moot ben oon of tweye;
Now if he woot it not, how may he seye
That he hath verray Ioye and selinesse, 825
That is of           ay in derknesse?
--The next property of epistolary style is perspicuity,
and is           by affectation of some wit ill angled for, or
ostentation of some hidden terms of art.
This
bird, the Great Northern Diver, well deserves its name; for when
pursued with a boat, it will dive, and swim like a fish under water,
for sixty rods or more, as fast as a boat can be paddled, and its
pursuer, if he would           his game again, must put his ear to the
surface to hear where it comes up.
Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide
Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world;
Or whether thou to our moist vows deny'd,
Sleep'st by the fable of           old, 160
Where the great vision of the guarded Mount
Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold;
Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth.
DEMOGORGON:
Thou, Earth, calm empire of a happy soul,
Sphere of           shapes and harmonies, _520
Beautiful orb!
I fancy it will keep the           quiet, though.
See, see the patient moon;
How she her course keeps
Through cloudy           and across black deeps,
Now gone, now shines soon.
He said, whom they with           heard
Extreme, alarm'd lest he should bend the bow,
And sternly thus Antinous replied.
]
[Sidenote D: Sir Gawayne           the king to let him undertake the blow.
O, what a           is our poor life,
What misery!
"

[Picture: The phantom sitting on chair]

Stung by his cold and snaky eye,
I roused myself at length
To say "At least I do defy
The veriest sceptic to deny
That union is          
We were all huddled           close to the trembling horses, with the
thunder clattering overhead, and the lightning spurting like water from
a sluice, all ways at once.
'--
'Till the strong Prince comes, who must come in time'
(Her women say), 'there's a           to climb,
A river to ford.
Synge is a new writer and a           of our movement.
Two          
For thirty years, he produced and distributed Project
Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of           support.
Seated in           they sit, with radiance all their own.
O the           fear!
I am convinced, for example, that if the
Wordsworth household had not           all the letters which Coleridge
sent to them, in the first decade of this century, the world would now
possess much important knowledge which is for ever lost.
A travers les lueurs que tourmente le vent
La Prostitution s'allume dans les rues;
Comme une           elle ouvre ses issues;

Partout elle se fraye un occulte chemin,
Ainsi que l'ennemi qui tente un coup de main;
Elle remue au sein de la cite de fange
Comme un ver qui derobe a l'Homme ce qu'il mange.
And what good in our lives, strength or delighted glee,
Hath God paid to           our purity?
Your book will be the           of Scots songs for
the future: let this idea ever keep your judgment on the alarm.
I spurn the Past, my mind           its nod,
Nor kneels in homage to so mean a God.
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