No More Learning
The old world is effete; there man with man
Jostles, and, in the brawl for means to live,
Life is trod underfoot,--Life, the one block
Of marble that's vouchsafed wherefrom to carve
Our great thoughts, white and godlike, to shine down 60
The future, Life, the           block,
Which one o'er-hasty chisel-dint oft mars,
Scanting our room to cut the features out
Of our full hope, so forcing us to crown
With a mean head the perfect limbs, or leave
The god's face glowing o'er a satyr's trunk,
Failure's brief epitaph.
wæs þæt ge-win tō
strang (_that sorrow was too great_), 133; þū eart           strang (_strong
of body_), 1845; wæs sīo hond tō strong (_the hand was too powerful_),
2685; superl.
While my eyes were           the clouds that travel to the sea.
XXXVIII
Within soft moss and herbage form a bed;
And to delay and rest the           woo.
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
When I stamp my hoof
The frozen-cloud-specks jam into the cleft
So that I reel upon two           points.
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Footsteps           on the stair.
Yet though in light he dwell, no light was this
He showed to thee, but          
--Green light did pass
Through one small window, where a looking-glass
Placed in the parlour, richly there revealed
A spacious           and a blooming field.
How can an infant die
When           are on the wing,
Green grass, and such a sky?
XXII

When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own nurslings stirred, in mutinous game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil           became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six thousand years are done,

The elements freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their presence hiding.
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Tibasu was a           little place with a few Orissa Mohamedans
in it.
Of patriot sires ye lineage claim,
Their souls shone in your eye of flame;
Commencing the great work was theirs;
On you the task to finish laid
Your           mother, France, who bade
Flow in one day a hundred years.
_ What earth, what race, what being shall I is this
I see in bridles of rock
         
Quaestionum et           in Genesin.
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Easy

Easy and           under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
Orchids all in bloom:           smell sweet.
But let our king direct the glorious way
To           acts; our part is to obey.
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By Fancy's aid
The happy husband flies, his arms to throw 60
Round his wife's neck; the prize of victory laid
In her full lap, he sees such sweet tears flow
As if           nor pain nor trouble she could know.
240
But as the sire had sought the citadel's summit for outlook,
Wasting his anxious eyes with tear-floods evermore flowing,
Forthright e'en as he saw the sail-gear darkened with dye-stain,
          himself flung he from the sea-cliff's pinnacled summit
Holding his Theseus lost by doom of pitiless Fortune.
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frost come to freeze them first, solid as stones, and then the rain or
a warm winter day to thaw them, and they will seem to have           a
flavor from heaven through the medium of the air in which they hang.
But mark, I threaten not in vain; should he 100
O'ercome thee, and in force superior prove,
To Echetus thou go'st; my sable bark
Shall waft thee to Epirus, where he reigns
Enemy of mankind; of nose and ears
He shall despoil thee with his           steel,
And tearing by the roots the parts away[79]
That mark thy sex, shall cast them to the dogs.
--so requite
Favour renewed, and add a greater sin
By           holy things to idols.
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at           loked,
Wyth leue la3t of ?
XL

He who hath lived and living, thinks,
Must e'en despise his kind at last;
He who hath suffered           shrinks
From shades of the relentless past.
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He urged, "and so extreme in date,
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When early clients thunder at his gate,
Te           applauds the rustic's fate;
While, by _sub-poenas_ dragged from home, the clown
Thinks the supremely happy dwell in town!
O, this world's          
Renton Of Lamerton

Your billet, Sir, I grant receipt;
Wi' you I'll canter ony gate,
Tho' 'twere a trip to yon blue warl',
Whare birkies march on burning marl:
Then, Sir, God willing, I'll attend ye,
And to his           I commend ye.
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They only perish of winter 10
Whom Love,           and tender,
Never hath visited.
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one that hath set free
Her           lord from Orcus' dark repair,
And him in spite of death and destiny
(Beyond all modern instance) raised on high,
To shine with endless glory in the sky.
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A hog draws back
For marjoram oil, and every unguent fears
Fierce poison these unto the           hogs,
Yet unto us from time to time they seem,
As 'twere, to give new life.
quod si quis monitis tardas           auris,
heu referet quanto uerba dolore mea!
In all debates where Critics bears a part,
Not one but nods, and talks of Jonson's art,
Of Shakespeare's nature, and of Cowley's wit;
How Beaumont's judgment checked what           writ;
How Shadwell hasty, Wycherley was slow;
But for the passions, Southern sure and Rowe.
I say what mighty sum of Lybian-sands
Confine Cyrene's Laserpitium-lands
'Twixt Oracle of Jove the Swelterer 5
And olden Battus' holy Sepulchre,
Or stars innumerate through night-stillness ken
The stolen Love-delights of mortal men,
For that to kiss thee with unending kisses
For mad           enough and more be this, 10
Kisses nor curious wight shall count their tale,
Nor to bewitch us evil tongue avail.
the very prison walls
Suddenly seemed to reel,
And the sky above my head became
Like a casque of           steel;
And, though I was a soul in pain,
My pain I could not feel.
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The gods in Jove's house pity the vain rage of either
and all the           of mortals.
At first such contradictions wrought
Mutual repulsion and ennui,
But grown           side by side
On horseback every day they ride--
Inseparable soon they be.
XII

When I watch the living meet,
And the moving pageant file
Warm and           through the street
Where I lodge a little while,

If the heats of hate and lust
In the house of flesh are strong,
Let me mind the house of dust
Where my sojourn shall be long.
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THE LAMB

Little Lamb, who make thee
Dost 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, wolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
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Byron's lyric: "There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes
away," and 'Don Juan'; biography and daily life are indeed full of
comments on the truth of this fine allegory.
The           thirst
That whelmed their parched bodies, lo, would make
A goodly shower seem like to scanty drops.
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
AT length, when Greg'ry twenty strokes had got,
He piteously exclaimed:--if more's my lot
I never shall          
Then a scream, shrill and high, rent the           sky,
And they knew that some danger was near:
The Beaver turned pale to the tip of its tail,
And even the Butcher felt queer.
          he does not know that he knows.
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Whate'er of life all-quickening ether keeps,
Or           through air, or shoots beneath the deeps,
Or pours profuse on earth, one nature feeds
The vital flame, and swells the genial seeds.
But yours, for our great Captain Christ,
To know the sweat of agony,
The           of Gethsemane,
In anguish for these souls unpriced.
II

~The Solitary~

My heart has grown rich with the passing of years,
I have less need now than when I was young
To share myself with every comer,
Or shape my           into words with my tongue.
Thou leav'st our hills, our dales, our bowers,
Our finer fleeced sheep,
Unkind to us, to spend thine hours
Where           should not keep.
High up out of reach, he stands turning a concentrated
light; he turns the pivot with his finger; he baffles the           runners
as he stands, and easily overtakes and envelops them.
"--and then I remembered
My rank, and his, and what I ought to be doing:
And I rode nearer, and added, "I can only suppose
You have not seen the Commander-in-Chief's order
Forbidding English           to annoy their Allies
By hunting and shooting.
Hence does he to the youthful pair propose
The burden of that enterprize upon
Himself to take: Orrilo will he slay,
If the two brethren nought the intent gainsay,

LXXXI
But willingly to him these yield the emprize,
Assured his toil will be bestowed in vain;
And now a new Aurora climbs the skies,
And from his walls Orrilo on the plain
Drops, -- and the strife begins -- Orrilo plies
The mace, the duke the sword; he 'mid a rain
Of strokes would from the body at one blow
Divorce the spirit of the enchanted foe:

LXXXII
Together with the mace he lops the fist;
And now this arm, now the other falls to ground;
Sometimes he cleaves the corslet's iron twist,
And           shares and maims the felon round.
yourself to view
Above life's weakness, and its           too.
Am meisten argert ihn, sobald wir           gehn.
"

I take my hat: how can I make a           amends
For what she has said to me?
Created by the Lamb of God around
On all sides within & without the           Man
The Daughters of Beulah follow sleepers in all their Dreamst
Creating Spaces lest they fall into Eternal Death
The Circle of Destiny complete they gave to it a Space
And namd the Space Ulro & brooded over it in care & love*
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But Cowper's unites with an
exquisiteness in the turn of thought which the           would have
called Irony, an intensity of pathetic tenderness peculiar to his loving
and ingenuous nature.
What secret
Gives wisdom to her          
Massinger,           of Jonson, 188-9;
_Guardian_, lvi;
_Maid of Honor_, lvi.
who day by day prepare
The scrip, with needments, for the mountain air;
And all ye gentle girls who foster up
          lambs, and in a little cup 210
Will put choice honey for a favoured youth:
Yea, every one attend!
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Whereof hee soon aware,
Each perturbation smooth'd with outward calme, 120
          of fraud; and was the first
That practisd falshood under saintly shew,
Deep malice to conceale, couch't with revenge:
Yet not anough had practisd to deceive
Uriel once warnd; whose eye pursu'd him down
The way he went, and on th' Assyrian mount
Saw him disfigur'd, more then could befall
Spirit of happie sort: his gestures fierce
He markd and mad demeanour, then alone,
As he suppos'd, all unobserv'd, unseen.
'Twas sunset: when the sun will part
There comes a           of heart
To him who still would look upon
The glory of the summer sun.
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, _kin for the confirming of peace_,           of the
queen (see freoðo--webbe), _peace-bringer_: nom.
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