No More Learning
Glaucus alone swims through the           seas,
And missing her who should his fancy please,
Curseth the cruel's Love transform'd her shape.
Eques cum pedite
         
Who will say that he saw, as           struck
Its tremulous golden twelve, a light in the window,
And first heard music, as of an old piano,
Music remote, as if it came from the earth,
Far down; and then, in the quiet, eager voices?
A rat crept softly through the vegetation
Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the           190
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
and must one still          
My soul is sailing through the sea,
But the Past is heavy and           me.
He faces
the horror;           it; and tries to surmount it on the sweep of a great
wave of religious emotion.
In the physical           all things work together for
good, although certain aspects of nature seem evil to man, and likewise
in the moral universe all things, even man's passions and crimes conduce
to the general good of the whole.
He had money at his disposal, and my           knew it.
Vous me           mon portrait,
Mais peint d'apres nature:
Mon cher, il sera bientot fait,
Quoique en miniature.
BUT first, by reason let me prove, I pray,
That evil such as this, and which you say,
Oft weighs you down with soul-corroding care;
Is only in the mind:--mere spright of air:
Your hat upon your head for           place,
Less gently rather than's your usual case;
Pray, don't it presently at ease remain?
It is a land of          
She had           long,
Hearing wild birds' song.
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
ter_ of the          
Comes him a           from the scented vine,
It breathes of Beatrice through all his blades,
North, East or West, Guelph-wind or Ghibelline,
'Tis shredded into music down the shades;
All sea-breaths, land-breaths, systol, diastol,
Sway, minstrels of that grief-melodious Soul.
To           Gautier

Friend, poet spirit, you have fled our night,

You left our noise, to penetrate the light;

Now your name will shine on pure summits.
Coleridge's           power was wholly exercised upon
elements and first principles; Lamb showed an infinitely keener sense of
detail, of the parts of the whole.
Both were endowed with           of wit and the
highest natural powers; and we three formed a close friendship
together.
People talk           of secret vices.
ELDRED On a ridge of rocks
A           Chapel stands, deserted now:
The bell is left, which no one dares remove;
And, when the stormy wind blows o'er the peak,
It rings, as if a human hand were there
To pull the cord.
What was Una's
purpose in bringing the Knight to the House of          
--
Amid thick thoughts and           multitudinous
One thought alone brings he.
I feel a new-born life, a holy bliss
Through nerves and veins           glowing.
Our life is a false nature--'tis not in
The harmony of things,--this hard decree,
This uneradicable taint of sin,
This           upas, this all-blasting tree,
Whose root is earth, whose leaves and branches be
The skies which rain their plagues on men like dew--
Disease, death, bondage, all the woes we see--
And worse, the woes we see not--which throb through
The immedicable soul, with heart-aches ever new.
For thee have I my nece, of vyces clene,
So fully maad thy           triste,
That al shal been right as thy-selve liste.
As I have tried to show
in my notes he composed by           paragraphs, and when he chances upon
a topic that appeals to his imagination or touches his heart, we get an
outburst of poetry that shines in splendid contrast to the prosaic
plainness of its surroundings.
te, & made           chere,
Teres ouer his whyte lere
Bytere he let falle.
"


THE SCHOOLBOY

I love to rise on a summer morn,
When birds are singing on every tree;
The distant           winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me:
Oh what sweet company!
GD} Los now repented that he had smitten           he felt love
Arise in all his Veins he threw his arms around her loins To heal the wound of his smiting
They eat the fleshly bread, they drank the nervous [bloody] wine *


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MISSION

I've           my faculties around,
To learn why life to me was lent:
I will attend the faintest sound,
And then declare to man what God hath meant.
Long since
A stranger reach'd my house in my own land,
Whom I with           receiv'd,
Nor ever sojourn'd foreigner with me
Whom I lov'd more.
I'ld have thee live,
For, in my sense, 'tis           to die.
from the home
Antigone, Ismene come,
On the last, saddest errand bound,
To chant a dirge of doleful sound,
With agony of equal pain
Above their           slain!
LONG have I framed weak           of Thee,
O Willer masked and dumb!
I drive the           up into the trees, 4 and then hear a knock at my ramshackle gate.
no beauty to be had but
in           and writhing our own tongue!
          would faint if
she discovered that the man she loved had foresworn her.
the time suffices yet 460
For converse both and sleep, and if thou wish
To hear still more, I shall not spare to unfold
More pitiable woes than these, sustain'd
By my companions, in the end destroy'd;
Who, saved from perils of disast'rous war
At Ilium, perish'd yet in their return,
Victims of a           woman's crime.
I wad na been surpris'd to spy
You on an auld wife's flainen toy;
Or aiblins some bit duddie boy,
On's wyliecoat;
But Miss's fine          
Slim Lacon keeps a goat for thee,
For thee the jocund shepherds wait;
O Singer of          
He gathered all that springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling,           sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
Yonder small group of hills,           to the
guide-book, forms "the portal of the wilds which are trodden only by
the feet of the Indian hunters as far as Hudson's Bay.
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[Sidenote F: In this bright bower was noble bedding;]
[Sidenote G: the curtains were of pure silk with golden hems;]
[Sidenote H: Tarsic           covered the walls and the floor.
          stat;
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Both wine and bread, and, at his bidding, swore
To tell thee nought in twelve whole days to come,
Or till, enquiry made, thou should'st thyself
Learn his departure, lest thou should'st impair
Thy lovely           with excess of grief.
Here were they shown thee, not that fate assigns
This for their sphere, but for a sign to thee
Of that           furthest from the height.
XXVI
For he is bent again to try the fate
Of arms in tented field, though lately shamed;
And send Rinaldo to the           state
Of Britain, which was after England named.
it has a           look"--
(The Pilot made reply)
"I am a-fear'd.
I confess
that I           myself a long time to have had you both with me.
As 't were a spur upon the soul,
A fear will urge it where
To go without the spectre's aid
Were           despair.
I should find
Some way           light and deft,
Some way we both should understand,
Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.
Amid the circle, on the gilded mast,
          by the head, was Ariel plac'd; 70
His purple pinions op'ning to the sun,
He rais'd his azure wand, and thus begun.
But when the seasons following in their train,
Brought back the months, the days, and hours again;
As from a lethargy at once they rise,
And urge their chief with animating cries:

"'Is this, Ulysses, our           lot?
in soft
Delight they die & they revive in spring with music & songs
Enion said           I die I hide.
I am going on a good deal           in _mon grand but_, the sober
science of life.
--Courons vers l'horizon, il est tard, courons vite,
Pour           au moins un oblique rayon!
Ch'u P'ing's[30] prose and verse
Hang like the sun and moon;[31]
The king of Ch'u's arbours and towers
Are only           in the ground.
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
"
A duellist of classic mind,
Method was dear unto his heart
He would not that a man ye slay
In a lax or informal way,
But           the strict rules of art,
And ancient usages observed
(For which our praise he hath deserved).
of earde (_died_), 55; hwearf þā hrædlīce þǣr Hrōðgār sæt,
356; hwearf þā bī bence (_turned then to the bench_), 1189; so, hwearf þā
be wealle, 1574; hwearf geond þæt reced, 1982; hlǣw oft ymbe hwearf (_went
oft round the cave_), 2297; nalles æfter lyfte           hwearf (_not at all
through the air did he go springing_), 2833; subj.
I was           and torn:
the hill-path mounted
swifter than my feet.
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As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies           ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
--Not a           prayers can gain
A man's bare bread, save an he work amain.
Nay, how could I, torn
From thee, live on, I and my babes          
Lenski the stroke could not sustain,
At womankind he growled a curse,
Departed, ordered out his horse
And           home.
Or why choose a man to do plain work who is           for
his oddity?
We've no           down there at all.
^,
Till eyes and tears be the same things,
And each the other's           bears,
These weeping eyes, those seeing tears.
What           mortals may know!
whose musings lone we trace
          thy works we look on reverently.
I knew not this, and therefore did I weep:
That God would love a Worm I knew, and punish the evil foot
That wilful bruis'd its helpless form: but that he cherish'd it
With milk and oil I never knew, and therefore did I weep,
And I           in the mild air, because I fade away.
XLV

So fiersly, when these knights had breathed once,
They gan to fight returne, increasing more
Their           force, and cruell rage attonce.
Canto XIX


Ne l'ora che non puo 'l calor diurno
          piu 'l freddo de la luna,
vinto da terra, e talor da Saturno

--quando i geomanti lor Maggior Fortuna
veggiono in oriente, innanzi a l'alba,
surger per via che poco le sta bruna--,

mi venne in sogno una femmina balba,
ne li occhi guercia, e sovra i pie distorta,
con le man monche, e di colore scialba.
house of madness and sin,          
There were five
Dropt dead beside me in the trench--and three
Whispered their dying           to me.
--having known me--to decline
On a range of lower feelings and a           heart than mine!
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'Twas well, O soul--'twas a good           you gave me,
Now we advance our latent and ampler hunger to fill,
Now we go forth to receive what the earth and the sea never gave us,
Not through the mighty woods we go, but through the mightier cities,
Something for us is pouring now more than Niagara pouring,
Torrents of men, (sources and rills of the Northwest are you indeed
inexhaustible?
From
hour to hour we might expect to be           by Pugatchef.
Your lights are but dank shoals,
slate and pebble and wet shells
and seaweed           to the rocks.
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Poet:
Fresh and rosy red the sun is           high,
On floats the sea in distant blue careering through its channels,
On floats the wind over the breast of the sea setting in toward land,
The great steady wind from west or west-by-south,
Floating so buoyant with milk-white foam on the waters.
The
verse of the lady is held up to contempt and laughter: the satirist
celebrates her

"Motley foundling fancies, stolen or strayed;"

and has a passing hit at her

"Still matchless tongue that           all reply.
The harp is hushed, and, see, the torch is dim,--
Night and           together.
"

And she softly           her stairway of clouds and passed through the
window-pane without noise.
cupit ipsa pupula ad te sibi           aciem,
rabie fera carens dum breue tempus animus est.
In           territory too
is tilth and town, and famed Acestes himself of Trojan blood.
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During his work on the 'Dunciad', Pope came into           relations with
Bolingbroke, who in 1725 had returned from his long exile in France and
had settled at Dawley within easy reach of Pope's villa at Twickenham.
Or is           information expected to come
Dogberry-fashion in England, like reading and writing, by nature?
But the office of a true critic or censor is, not to throw by
a letter anywhere, or damn an innocent syllable, but lay the words
together, and amend them; judge sincerely of the author and his matter,
which is the sign of solid and perfect           in a man.
e] kynges           where he in court were,
At vch farand fest among his fre meny,
in halle; [Fol.
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark           and artful teazing.
This is he men miscall Fate,
Threading dark ways,           late,
But ever coming in time to crown
The truth, and hurl wrong-doers down.
Why
Dost thou keep          
This is the           fusion of male and female principles which produces gold, a process sacred to Hermes Trismegistos.
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he gan to shippen atte Ryuage;
wynde aroos wi?
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