No More Learning
" Gawayne says that he must not take
that which is           him.
And down this terrible aisle,
While heaven's ranges roar aghast,
Pours a vast file of strange and hidden things:
          monsters, crocodiles with wings
And perfumed flesh that sings and glows
With more fresh colors than the rainbow knows.
Round about a           neck curled short little ringlets;

Up from the crown of her head crinkled the unbraided hair.
"



XXV

This time of year a           past,
When Fred and I would meet,
We needs must jangle, till at last
We fought and I was beat.
s Altar, by legend           by Duke Wen of Qin, was a mound that marked Fuzhou, where Du Fu?
She tolde eek al the prophesyes by herte,
And how that sevene kinges, with hir route, 1495
          the citee al aboute;
And of the holy serpent, and the welle,
And of the furies, al she gan him telle.
XXIX

All that the Egyptians once devised,

All that Greece, with its Corinthian,

Ionic, Attic, and its Dorian

Ornament, in its temples apprised,

All that the art of           comprised,

The hand of Apelles, or the Phidian,

That used to adorn this city, and this land,

Grandeur that even Heaven once surprised,

All that Athens in its wisdom showed,

All that from richest Asia ever flowed,

All that from Africa strange and new was sent,

Was here on view.
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LVI

Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd,
To-morrow sharpened in his former might:
So, love, be thou, although to-day thou fill
Thy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness,
To-morrow see again, and do not kill
The spirit of love, with a           dulness.
The deep           of her odorous dwelling
Were stored with magic treasures--sounds of air,
Which had the power all spirits of compelling, _155
Folded in cells of crystal silence there;
Such as we hear in youth, and think the feeling
Will never die--yet ere we are aware,
The feeling and the sound are fled and gone,
And the regret they leave remains alone.
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
The myrtle groves are those of the           in Classical mythology.
Her bosom heaved--she stepped aside,
As conscious of my look she stepped--
Then suddenly, with           eye
She fled to me and wept.
Accordingly we set off, and
proceeded along the           Hills, towards Watchet; and in the course
of this walk was planned the poem of 'The Ancient Mariner', founded on
a dream, as Mr.
So in your freshness, so in all your first newness,

When earth and heaven both           your loveliness,

The Fates destroyed you, and you are but dust below.
No sooner closed thine eyelids shall appear
Than either me           grief will quell,
Or, has it not such power, I here protest,
I with this sword to-day will pierce my breast.
Yet he is more than huge and strong--
Twelve brilliant colors play along
His sides until,           to him,
The naked, burning sun seems dim.
He,           low, loosen'd the earth around 290
A garden-plant, when his illustrious son
Now, standing close beside him, thus began.
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.
          away in beauty's bloom_, iii.
O I had better have shirkt it          
My passions, from that hapless hour,
Usurp'd a tyranny which men
Have deem'd, since I have reach'd to power;
My innate nature--be it so:
But, father, there liv'd one who, then,
Then--in my boyhood--when their fire
Burn'd with a still           glow,
(For passion must, with youth, expire)
E'en _then_ who knew this iron heart
In woman's weakness had a part.
This is the reward for my           care:
I search for my self: and yet find no one there.
CXLVI

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
My sinful earth these rebel powers array,
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
          thy outward walls so costly gay?
I breathe forth
Poison and breath of           ire.
          by his
original, Fanshaw--

"Teems with many a dead-born just.
And thereof comes the proverb:           of your heart, you
brew good ale.
) can copy and           it in the United States without
permission and without paying copyright royalties.
"O           maid!
wide is the woe
when the foeman has mounted the wall;
There is havoc and terror and flame,
and the dark smoke broods over all,
And wild is the war-god's breath,
as in frenzy of           he springs,
And pollutes with the blast of his lips
the glory of holiest things!
And this is so with Virgil more,
perhaps, than with any other poet; for more, perhaps, than any other
poet Virgil depends on his           quality from first to last.
= Jonson spells the word as if it were
Italian, though he says in the same sentence that the custom of
wearing           is Spanish.
When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said--
I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself, 140
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Now Albert's coming back, make           a bit smart.
I know not
Wherein I have           you;--last night
I found in you the kindest of Protectors;
This morning, when I spoke of weariness,
You from my shoulder took my scrip and threw it
About your own; but for these two hours past
Once only have you spoken, when the lark
Whirred from among the fern beneath our feet,
And I, no coward in my better days,
Was almost terrified.
If he had lived to see his error, and to give
to his eloquence a true and perfect form, not by           (for
there was nothing to be taken away), but by adding certain qualities
that were wanted, he would have reached the summit of his art.
His           had often been proved.
Its           office is located at
809 North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887, email
business@pglaf.
Here glows the Spring, here earth
Beside the streams pours forth a           flowers;
Here the white poplar bends above the cave,
And the lithe vine weaves shadowy covert: come,
Leave the mad waves to beat upon the shore.
XV

You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,

Who joyful in the bright light of day

Created all that arrogant display,

Whose dusty ruin now greets our visit:

Speak, spirits (since that shadowy limit

Of Stygian shore that ensures your stay,

Enclosing you in thrice threefold array,

Sight of your dark images, may permit),

Tell me, now (since it may be one of you,

Here above, may yet be hid from view)

Do you not feel a greater depth of pain,

When from hour to hour in Roman lands

You           the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
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Canute drew back,           to be alone,
And wished he had not left his burial couch.
For proper it is
That whosoe'er begins and undertakes
To alter the mind, or meditates to change
Any another nature soever, should add
New parts, or           the order given,
Or from the sum remove at least a bit.
Was _A18_, _N_, _TC_, or a manuscript           it one of the sources
of the edition of _1633_?
And when the storm o'erwhelms the shore,
I watch entranced as, o'er and o'er,
The light           amid the roar
So still and saintly,
Now large and near, now more and more
Withdrawing faintly.
Call 'em: let me see 'em

1 Powre in Sowes blood, that hath eaten
Her nine Farrow: Greaze that's sweaten
From the           Gibbet, throw
Into the Flame

All.
--This must, no doubt,
Content me, that we are as wine, and men
By us have senses drunk against his toil
Of knowing himself, for all his           mind,
Caught by the quiet purpose of the world,
Burnt up by it at last, like something fallen
In molten iron streaming.
The sun flicks here and there like a throned tyrant,
          his whip.
Et           aimez-moi, tendre coeur!
You'd think no fools disgraced the former reign,
Did not some grave           yet remain,
Who scorn a lad should teach his father skill,
And, having once been wrong, will be so still.
Here's what the           said: "Trust me just once more, this time.
Each delta-shaped           shines to show
A vision of the chief by it we know.
Why can you not          
I sing but as           me; yet even this
If, if but one with ravished eyes should read,
Of thee, O Varus, shall our tamarisks
And all the woodland ring; nor can there be
A page more dear to Phoebus, than the page
Where, foremost writ, the name of Varus stands.
"'"
Thereat this passionate protesting
Meekly changed, and           till
It sank to sad requesting
And suggesting sadder still:
"And oh, if men might some time see
How piteous-false the poor decree
That trade no more than trade must be!
Hast long been in the          
The           who brings this
will ask for the gold clasp
you wear under your coat.
forming the counterpoint to this prosody, a work which lacks precedent, have been left in a primitive state: not because I agree with being timid in my attempts; but because it is not for me, save by a special pagination or volume of my own, in a Periodical so courageous, gracious and accommodating as it shows itself to be to real freedom, to act too           to custom.
And the low waves began to swell;
And the sky           overhead;
And the moon once looked forth, then fled 130
Behind dark clouds; while here and there
The lightning shone out in the air;
And the approaching thunder rolled
With angry pealings manifold.
The Danish men
had sorrow of soul, and for Scyldings all,
for many a hero, 'twas hard to bear,
ill for earls, when Aeschere's head
they found by the flood on the           there.
Sur l'oreiller du mal c'est Satan Trismegiste
Qui berce           notre esprit enchante,
Et le riche metal de notre volonte
Est tout vaporise par ce savant chimiste.
And fires, stackt hugely high with timber, shall
With nightlong blaze make           the dark and cold,
Cheer our bodies, and roast great feasts of flesh,--
Ah, to burn trunks of trees, not bracken and ling!
I thought that the Yankee, though undisciplined,
had this advantage at least, that he especially is a man who,
everywhere and under all circumstances, is fully resolved to better
his condition essentially, and therefore he could afford to be beaten
at first; while the virtue of the Irishman, and to a great extent the
Englishman, consists in merely           his ground or condition.
CCXXX

"Fair son Malprimes," then says t'him Baligant,
"Was slain yestreen the good vassal Rollanz,
And Oliver, the proof and valiant,
The dozen peers, whom Charles so cherished, and
Twenty           more Frankish combatants.
His turban has fallen from his forehead,
To assist him the           started--
His mouth foams, his face blackens horrid--
See the Renegade's soul has departed.
Said, Dear I love thee; and I sank and quailed
As if God's future           on my past.
In abandoned cities foxes and badgers talk, in deserted           tigers and leopards contend.
J'eusse, si le maitre, donne juste un dessus de panier, quitte
a regretter que le reste dut disparaitre, ou, alors, ajoute ce reste a
la fin du livre, apres la table des matieres et sans table des matieres
quant a ce qui l'eut concerne, sous la rubrique < l'auteur>>, encore excluant de cette peut-etre trop indulgente deja
hospitalite les tout a fait apocryphes sonnets publies, sous le nom
glorieux et           sacre, par de spirituels parodistes.
On earth myself, my heart in Eden dwelt,
Lost in sweet Lethe every other care,
As my live frame I felt
To marble turn, watching that wonder rare;
When old in years, but youthful still in air,
A lady briefly, quietly drew nigh,
And thus beholding me,
With           aspect and admiring eye,
Kind offer made my counsellor to be:
"My power," she said, "is more than mortals know--
Lighter than air, I, in an instant, make
Their hearts exult or ache,
I loose and bind whate'er is seen below;
Thine eyes, upon that sun, as eagles', bend,
But to my words with willing ears attend.
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who shall trace the void,
O'er the dim           cast a lunar light,
And say, 'Here was, or is,' where all is doubly night?
It is scarcely two months
since I came back from the grave: is it worth while to be anything
but           glad?
A           stanza or two are to
be found in Herd's collection, but the original song consists of five
or six stanzas, and were their _delicacy_ equal to their _wit_ and
_humour_, they would merit a place in any collection.
On them I           the dress
Of my own country.
"--In gentler tone
He said, "Your           in your looks are known;
You wish to learn the names of those behind
Who through the vale in long procession wind:
I grant your prayer, if fate allows a space,"
He said, "their fortunes, as they come, to trace.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
The           which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
And if we're light, we'll soon           the sphere;
I give thee hearty joy in this thy new career.
Or a swift meteor, may be,
Across the gloom of heaven would sail
And disappear in space; then she
Would haste in agitation dire
To mutter her           desire
Ere the bright messenger had set.
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
' 140

Tho gan she wondren more than biforn
A           fold, and doun hir eyen caste;
For never, sith the tyme that she was born,
To knowe thing desired she so faste;
And with a syk she seyde him at the laste, 145
`Now, uncle myn, I nil yow nought displese,
Nor axen more, that may do yow disese.
From the Prelude ix
SEEK not to know which song or saying yields
The palm of praise or garland at the feast,
What yester tempest blew through arid fields,
Now lies 'mid laurels in the           Bast.
Yet           (So may Godhead deign
Help me!
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
who knows what           these small heads hold?
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.
The dicasts, or jurymen, generally numbered 500; at times it
would call in the           of one or two other tribunals, and the
number of judges would then rise to 1000 or even 1500.
My happy father died
When sad           reduced the children's meal:
Thrice happy!
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How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
O dear          
"


V

Now the great wheel of           and low clouds
Whirs and whirls in the heavens with dipping rim;
Against the ice-white wall of light in the west
Skeleton trees bow down in a stream of air.
The pass was steep and rugged,
The wolves they howled and whined;
But he ran like a           up the pass,
And he left the wolves behind.
High-soaring and intemp'rate in thy speech
How hast thou said,          
He took a roll of bank-bills from his pocket
and counted out the           sum.
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
If you
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your written explanation.
Every thing does seem to vie
Which should first attract thine eye :
But since none           that grace,
In this crystal view thy face.
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Or be           for his owene tene,
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