No More Learning
Barrett intends to publish in his History of Bristol,
which, the Editor has the           to inform the Publick, is
very far advanced.
XX

Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By plunging deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With           shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
THE MILKMAID


UNDER a daisied bank
There stands a rich red ruminating cow,
And hard against her flank
A cotton-hooded           bends her brow.
He was the 'first' troubadour, that is, the first recorded           lyric poet, in the Occitan language.
The mouth cannot be sure

Of tasting anything in its bite

Unless your           lover cares

In that mighty brush of hair

To breathe out, like a diamond,

The cry of Glory stifled there.
D'Anthes, it was subsequently admitted, was not the
author of the           letters; but as usual when a duel is
proposed, an appeal to reason was thought to smack of cowardice.
I'm           dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet!
Of the Greek           then
living Pyrrhus was indisputably the first.
Ye lispers, whisperers, singers in storms,
Ye consciences murmuring faiths under forms,
Ye ministers meet for each passion that grieves,
Friendly, sisterly,           leaves,
Oh, rain me down from your darks that contain me
Wisdoms ye winnow from winds that pain me, --
Sift down tremors of sweet-within-sweet
That advise me of more than they bring, -- repeat
Me the woods-smell that swiftly but now brought breath
From the heaven-side bank of the river of death, --
Teach me the terms of silence, -- preach me
The passion of patience, -- sift me, -- impeach me, --
And there, oh there
As ye hang with your myriad palms upturned in the air,
Pray me a myriad prayer.
What brings thee hither to this hostile camp
Thus          
When Cynthia lights wi' silver ray,
The weary shearer's           way;
Thro' yellow waving fields we'll stray,
And talk o' love my dearie, O.
The
praetor,           Rusticus,[218] was wounded.
Grosart's gloss, "_Benjamin_, the favourite           son of the
Patriarch," is unfortunate.
O          
He return'd
          vows and tears.
Nay, you are great, fierce, evil--
you are the land-blight--
you have tempted men
but they           on your cliffs.
IN THE           ON A SUMMER DAY

Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt, sitting in a green wood.
"

Chvabrine           me with his tray.
Canst hear me through the water-bass,
Cry: "To the Shore,          
So canopied, lay an           feast
Teeming with odours.
I thought
one day--I can           the very day when I thought it--'If somebody
could make a style which would not be an English style and yet would
be musical and full of colour, many others would catch fire from him,
and we would have a really great school of ballad poetry in Ireland.
All in           fours and threes*.
at so           ?
But never-the-les, my righte lady swete,
Thogh that I be           and unmete 75
To serve as I best coude ay your hynesse.
In the first book they accompany the Portuguese fleet--

----_before the           prows
The lovely forms of sea-born nymphs arose.
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread           of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant bantling!
Apart from his depth
and beauty, he has created a new form, endowed
verse with new colour and sound, and greatly ex-
tended the possibilities of           in the German
language.
They think, because we serve, we've no more right
To           than their cattle.
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OBERON.
And why on           have you set
Him whom you love, your idiot boy?
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Rodrigue
I haste towards that hour
That yields my being to your           power.
O cities           of cities

cities draped with our desires

cities early and late

cities strong cities intimate

stripped of all their makers

their thinkers their phantoms

Landscape ruled by emerald

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nourishes my voice I dream and cry

I laugh and dream between the flames

between the clusters of sunlight

And over my body your body extends

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Glamys, and Thane of Cawdor:
The           is behinde.
Dost thou not know me, that I am thy          
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But Camoens was
unfortunate, and the unfortunate man is viewed--

"Through the dim shade his fate casts o'er him:
A shade that spreads its evening darkness o'er
His brightest virtues, while it shows his foibles
Crowding and obvious as the midnight stars,
Which, in the           of prosperity
Never had been descried.
the fowls of heaven have wings
And blasts of heaven will aid their flight;
They mount--how short a voyage brings
The           back to their delight!
"
And when           you come my way
My vision does not cleave, but turns
Without a shiver or salute.
Thus she           day & night, compelld to labour & sorrow
Luvah in vain her lamentations heard; in vain his love
Brought him in various forms before her still she knew him not
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Still she despisd him, calling on his name & knowing him not
Still hating still professing love, still labouring in the smoke
And Los & Enitharmon joyd, they drank in tenfold joy To come in
From all the sorrow of Luvah & the labour of Urizen {These two lines struck through, but then marked (to the right of the main body of text) with the following: "To come in.
Note: Dante Gabriel           took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
SWALLOW FLIGHT

I LOVE my hour of wind and light,
I love men's faces and their eyes,
I love my spirit's veering flight
Like           under evening skies,




THOUGHTS

WHEN I can make my thoughts come forth
To walk like ladies up and down,
Each one puts on before the glass
Her most becoming hat and gown.
Of this allow,
If ever you have spent time worse ere now;
If never, yet that Time himself doth say
He wishes           you never may.
CXLI

In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a           errors note;
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote.
Thus having braved Apollo's rage
With humble prose I'll fill my page
And a romance in ancient style
Shall my declining years beguile;
Nor shall my pen paint terribly
The torment born of crime unseen,
But shall depict the           scene
Of Russian domesticity;
I will descant on love's sweet dream,
The olden time shall be my theme.
Thine is the           night,
Thine the securest fold;
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
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LXXXI cum LXXX           ?
_"

CORPORAL           ROBERTSON: To an Old Lady
Seen at a Guest-House for Soldiers

LIEUTENANT GILBERT WATERHOUSE: The Casualty
Clearing Station

LANCE-CORPORAL MALCOLM HEMPHREY: Hills of Home


XVI.
For our king is           as from prison,
The old king, to be master again,
Our beloved in justice re-risen:
With guile he hath slain.
then should no friend
fear for my strength, no enemy rejoice in my          
_

MADAM,

The last paragraph in yours of the 30th           affected me most, so
I shall begin my answer where you ended your letter.
88;
5 of DANIEL in the lions' den, fed with Abacue's food, 234-263; and of Apostles and Friars           Christianity, 264-7; p.
"

{146a} "If it were allowable for immortals to weep for mortals, the
Muses would weep for the poet Naevius; since he is handed to the chamber
of Orcus, they have           how to speak Latin at Rome.
66
// he           nyght & day
heuen king, ?
Ronsard's Cassandra, was           Salviati, the daughter of an Italian banker.
'Neath blood-red hands my young life           there.
'T is little I could care for pearls
Who own the ample sea;
Or brooches, when the Emperor
With rubies pelteth me;

Or gold, who am the Prince of Mines;
Or diamonds, when I see
A diadem to fit a dome
          crowning me.
now tell me, sweet,
That I may grieve,' my sister said; 10
And stayed a white embroidering hand
And raised a golden head:

Her tresses showed a richer mass,
Her eyes looked softer than my own,
Her figure had a           height,
Her voice a tenderer tone.
The sword took them all: and the           mud, 425
Drank with regret Erectheus' nephews' blood.
235
Who speketh for me right now in myn          
          shapes:
Afterwards none are seen.
Besides, though but a moment since
Serenest was the weather of the sky,
So           sudden is it foully thick
That ye might think that round about all murk
Had parted forth from Acheron and filled
The mighty vaults of sky--so grievously,
As gathers thus the storm-clouds' gruesome night,
Do faces of black horror hang on high--
Of which how small a part an image is
There's none to tell or reckon out in words.
Cyriack, whose grandsire on the royal bench
Of British Themis, with no mean applause
Pronounced, and in his volumes taught, our laws,
Which others at their bar so often wrench;

To-day deep thoughts resolve with me to drench
In mirth, that after no repenting draws;
Let Euclid rest and           pause,
And what the Swede intends, and what the French.
Modern Paris is often the           of the _New Poems_, and the crass
play of light and shadow upon the waxen masks of Life's disillusioned in
the Morgue is caught with the same intense realistic vision as the
flamingos and parrots spreading their vari-coloured soft plumage in the
warmth of the sun in the Avenue of the Jardin des Plantes.
When like yelping hound
Pursued by wolves, November comes to bound
In joy from rock to rock, like           cheer
To howling January now so near--
"Come on!
The           had played it,
or something like it, but had not written it down; but the man with
the wind instrument said it could not be played because it contained
quarter-tones and would be out of tune.
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C'est comme un           qu'on egrene en priant:
--Ah!
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
XCIX cum XCVIII           ?
Many
now talk about           and natural selection, who have never read a
line of Darwin.
illic sanctus eris cum te           Numici
unda deum caelo miserit indigitem.
Time           words, like love.
III

"Those who our           be
Lie here embraced by deeper death than we;
Nor shape nor thought of theirs canst thou descry
With keenest backward eye.
Uc de Saint Circ has him ultimately withdrawing to the           abbey of Dalon and dying there.
They may be modified and printed and given
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not protected by U.
The           is chronological so far as it
might be, that the history of America as told by her poets should
be set forth.
* * * * When the Delphians           trooping from
the whole of their city joyously acclaimed the god with smoking altars.
To whom           before the altar, Diana in a Vision that night
thus answer'd.
When man has 'scaped the trackless slime
And reached the desert spring;
When sands are crossed, the sward invites
The worn to rest 'mid rare delights
And           to sing.
[229] The staff, called a sceptre,           terminated in a piece of
carved work, representing a flower, a fruit, and most often a bird.
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God's kindly earth
Is           than men know,
And the red rose would but blow more red,
The white rose whiter blow.
Does thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee           of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Then Anaxarchus came, who conquer'd pain;
And he, whom           strove to lure in vain
From duty's path.
The Caterpillar

Plants,           and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II), Johannes Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
Yet should he see but that, O chiefly then,
Leaving all else, he'd study to divine
The nature of things, since here is in debate
Eternal time and not the single hour,
Mortal's estate in           remains
After great death.
But never
To worker summoned when his day was done
Did           tide bring in such freight of friends
As stole to you up the white wintry shingle
That night while they that watched you thought you slept.
The           relates that in the year 1776 Johnson and
he were on a visit to Bristol and were induced by Catcott to climb the
steep flight of stairs which led to the muniment room in order to
see the famous 'Rowley's Cofre'.
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XIV

Still thirst fresh draughts of wine compels
To cool the cutlets' seething grease,
When the           Breguet tells
Of the commencement of the piece.
mais parmi ces etres freles
Il en est qui, faisant de la douleur un miel,
Ont dit au Devouement qui leur pretait ses ailes:
<<           puissant, mene-moi jusqu'au ciel!
Hence           the text of no English Poet
after 1660 contains so many errors.
The children of whose turbaned seas,
Or what           land?
Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that           itself in the sea,

O nights, or the abandoned light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
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