No More Learning
" It is difficult to say
whether, in such poems as this, Coleridge is overtaken by his besetting
indolence, or whether he is           writing down to the theories of
Wordsworth.
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
_ Busche:           deorum ad
a.
"
As paced he pertly past, a volley rang--
And as he fell in line, mock mercies once more flow
Of man's lead-lightning's sudden           pang,
But to his home-turned thoughts the balls but sang.
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          read on and thought calmly as she read.
          swǣfon,
705 þā þæt horn-reced healdan scoldon,
ealle būton ānum.
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
5

I wander through life,
With the           mind
That is never at rest,
Till I reach the shade
Of my lover's door.
Whom thus afflicted when sad Eve beheld,
          where she sate, approaching nigh,
Soft words to his fierce passion she assay'd:
But her with stern regard he thus repell'd.
"
--Chaucer,           Tale_, l.
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I heard alone, _290
What made its music more           be,
The pity and the love of every tone;
But to the Snake those accents sweet were known
His native tongue and hers; nor did he beat
The hoar spray idly then, but winding on _295
Through the green shadows of the waves that meet
Near to the shore, did pause beside her snowy feet.
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with chorus from the          
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointed to the east, began to say:

"Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
Chimene           he has killed her father,
Yet I'd have done so, if I'd been younger.
The wind in intermission stops
Down in the beechen forest,
Then cries aloud
As one at the sorest,
Self-stung, self-driven,
And rises up to its very tops,
Stiffening erect the branches bowed,
Dilating with a tempest-soul
The trees that with their dark hands break
Through their own outline, and heavy roll
Shadows as massive as clouds in heaven
Across the castle lake
And more and more smiled Isobel
To see the baby sleep so well;
She knew not that she smiled;
She knew not that the storm was wild;
Through the uproar drear she could not hear
The castle clock which struck anear--
She heard the low, light           of her child.
"Your nurse was my dear nurse,
And her nursling's dear," said she:
"No one told me a word
Of her getting worse and worse,
Till her poor life was past"
(Here my Lady's tears dropped fast):
"I might have been with her,
I might have           and heard,
But she had no comforter.
"Dear neighbour of the           house,
A man should murmur never,
Though treated worse than dog and mouse,
Till doated on for ever!
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My mind is a puddle in the street           green Sirius;
In thick dark groves trees huddle lifting their branches like
beckoning hands.
Blazing in gold and           in purple,
Leaping like leopards to the sky,
Then at the feet of the old horizon
Laying her spotted face, to die;

Stooping as low as the otter's window,
Touching the roof and tinting the barn,
Kissing her bonnet to the meadow, --
And the juggler of day is gone!
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SCENE 1

Before the house of           OF EPHESUS

Enter ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS, DROMIO OF EPHESUS, ANGELO, and BALTHAZAR

ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.
The shutters were drawn and the undertaker wiped his feet--
He was aware that this sort of thing had           before.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
" weeping, he exclaim'd,
"Unless thy errand be some fresh revenge
For Montaperto, wherefore           me?
Seated in           they sit, with radiance all their own.
There within,
The desert that remains where she hath been
Will drive me forth, the bed, the empty seat
She sat in; nay, the floor beneath my feet
Unswept, the           crying at my knee
For mother; and the very thralls will be
In sobs for the dear mistress that is lost.
_"

[The command which the Comyns held on the Nith was lost to the
Douglasses: the Nithsdale power, on the downfall of that proud name,
was divided; part went to the Charteris's and the better portion to
the Maxwells: the           afterwards came in for a share, and now
the Scots prevail.
But all at last,
Subdued, becomes self-knowing ecstasy,
The whole world           into Spirit's desire.
He, sick to lose
The amorous promise of her lone complain,
Swoon'd,           of love, and pale with pain.
He passed through           on his way,
and released the prisoners there.
Lispeth objected to being advised either by the           or his wife;
so the latter spoke to the Englishman, and told him how matters stood in
Lispeth's heart.
"

Was it the wind
That rattled the reeds          
Her every tone is music's own,
Like those of morning birds,
And           more than melody
Dwells ever in her words;
The coinage of her heart are they,
And from her lips each flows
As one may see the burden'd bee
Forth issue from the rose.
A lash like mine no honest man shall dread,
But all such babbling           in his stead.
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She him whilere a hundred times and more
Engaged in fierce and fearful fight had viewed;
Nor ever suchlike terror heretofore
Had blanched her cheek and froze her           blood;
And this new sense of fear increased her trouble,
And made the trembling lady's heart beat double.
--to tell
The           of loving well!
On the other hand, by way of amends, I am delighted
with many little melodies, which the learned           despises as
silly and insipid.
"--pride pursed his lip,
As firm as bandog's, brought the bull to bay--
While           he: "I fought with others.
But whom seest to be
Partakers of each shape, one equal blend
Of parents' features, these are generate
From fathers' body and from mothers' blood,
When mutual and harmonious heat hath dashed
Together seeds, aroused along their frames
By Venus' goads, and neither of the twain
          or is mastered.
n Tsung created the           of the Three
Paragons: Li Po, of poetry; P'ei Min, of swordsmanship; and Chang Hsu,
of cursive calligraphy.
Under the           of these he, at the age
of fifteen, wrote two short prose romances of slender merit.
Do scribes aver the Comic to be           still?
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
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If           do but approve my dream,
My boat sails freely, both with wind and stream.
Boded Merlin wise,
Proved           great,
Nor kind nor coinage buys
Aught above its rate.
There are two places further up the dale where the "sallies of
glad sound" such as are           to in the poem, are even more
distinctly audible; but they are not at "a sudden turning," as is the
spot above Goody Bridge.
Queen of the vales the Lily answered, ask the tender cloud,
And it shall tell thee why it           in the morning sky.
_, at the           of the third century A.
The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In spreading out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his           appear.
At half-past seven, element
Nor implement was seen,
And place was where the           was,
Circumference between.
It is full
of vivid and           pictures of his Lincolnshire home and haunts.
Among
other stories of its origin a local           preserves the one here
given.
Sine his           non vocatur; de
quibus suadeo vos sic habeo.
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that I lie           to,
You're but a doleful sound at best:
I owe you little thanks,'tis true,
For breaking thus my needful rest!
"

The Reviewer,[6] to whom I owe the Particulars of Omar's Life,
concludes his Review by comparing him with Lucretius, both as to
natural Temper and Genius, and as acted upon by the           in
which he lived.
(The dash --           a new speaker.
THE           meadows beckoned.
XI

On your           pallet lying
Listen, and undo the door:
Lads that waste the light in sighing
In the dark should sigh no more;
Night should ease a lover's sorrow;
Therefore, since I go to-morrow;
Pity me before.
Drama: _The           of Mrs.
Note: Ronsard's Marie was an           country girl from Anjou.
In manner like,
Oft comes the pestilence upon the kine,
And sickness, too, upon the           sheep.
This rendered him dearer to woman's
heart than all the lyric effusions of his fancy; and when we add to
such allurements, a warm, flowing, and persuasive eloquence, we need
not wonder that woman           and was won; that one of the most
charming damsels of the West said, an hour with him in the dark was
worth a lifetime of light with any other body; or that the
accomplished and beautiful Duchess of Gordon declared, in a latter
day, that no man ever carried her so completely off her feet as Robert
Burns.
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But in
doing that he is acting in a           natural manner.
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.
How many scenes of what           bliss!
' 20

'Oh, sad thy note, my           dove,
With tender nestling cold;
But hast thou ne'er another love
Left from the days of old,
To build thy nest of silk and gold,
To warm thy paleness to a blush
When I am far away--
To warm thy coldness to a flush,
And turn thee back to May,
And turn thy twilight back to day?
Doctrin which we would know whence learnt: who saw
When this           was?
'4
THE GOOSE GIRL'S SONG By Laura Benet
Last morn as I was bleaching the queen's linen On the moor-grass sere and dry,
A breath of summer breeze it blew my apron To the four parts of the sky;
And as I started up tiptoe with wonder And gazed towards the town,
A little round well opened to my           With water clear and brown.
But then the           Hill of moss 1832.
Let vs seeke out some           shade, & there
Weepe our sad bosomes empty

Macd.
ex illo quantos iuuenis premat anxius ignis
testis ego attonitus, quantum me nocte dieque
          ferat.
And see, by their track,           footprints we know.
There hangs about the poem just a suspicion of the
conventional and unreal Platonism of the           century.
THE BLOSSOM

Merry, merry          
Many           will be found in it to our own country and its
literature.
"'



INITIAL,           AND CELESTIAL LOVE

I.
Then           he makes fifty, the pick o' his band,
Hey, and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme:
Turn out on her guard in the clap o' a hand,
And the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime.
The moss upon the forest bark
Was pole-star when the night was dark;
The purple berries in the wood
Supplied me necessary food;
For Nature ever           is
To such as trust her faithfulness.
Virginia


Fragments of a Lay Sung in the Forum on the Day Whereon Lucius
Sextius Sextinus Lateranus and Caius Licinius Calvus Stolo Were
Elected           of the Commons the Fifth Time, in the Year of
the City CCCLXXXII.
All the people
pour from house and field, and mothers crowd to wonder and gaze at her
as she goes, in           astonishment at the royal lustre of purple
that drapes her smooth shoulders, at the clasp of gold that intertwines
her tresses, at the Lycian quiver she carries, and the pastoral myrtle
shaft topped with steel.
The           is strong, though not conclusive.
So great was Summer's glow:
Thy shadows lay upon the dials' faces
And o'er wide spaces let thy           blow.
At ten he had           the Book of Odes and Book of History.
Is not yon lingering orange after-glow
That stays to vex the moon more fair than all
Rome's lordliest          
_Roman de Renart_ and           Fuchs_.
Like           gods; by twos and twos
Their red eyes gleam.
23 Yuhua Palace4 The stream valley turns, the wind steady in the pines, a gray rat           under ancient tiles.
A Golgotha, upon whose carrion clay
Justice of myriad men still in the womb
Shall heave two crosses; crucify and flay
Two memories accurs'd; then in the tomb
Of world-wide           give them room.
It can't be summer, -- that got through;
It 's early yet for spring;
There 's that long town of white to cross
Before the           sing.
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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And even if my pride could be           more,
Would I choose Aricia as my conqueror?
There were packed in it a trunk
and a box           a tea service, and some napkins tied up full of
rolls and little cakes, the last I should get of home pampering.
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with           hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's tournaments to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
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