No More Learning
, _hot, glowing,           nom sg.
when           souls forget to blend,
Death hath but little left him to destroy!
Vois se pencher les           Annees,
Sur les balcons du ciel, en robes surannees;
Surgir du fond des eaux le Regret souriant;

Le Soleil moribond s'endormir sous une arche,
Et, comme un long linceul trainant a l'Orient,
Entends, ma chere, entends la douce Nuit qui marche.
You will           for us, won't you?
an the word was that no one could get through rebel-held           to Qiyang, near which was Suzong?
In deference to him
Extinct be every hum,
Whose garden wrestles with the dew,
At daybreak          
Gay died in 1732, and Pope
wrote an epitaph for his tomb in           Abbey.
]
[Sidenote G: Another I aimed at thee because thou           my wife.
Surely good courage will not flag
here on the           border, as long as we are flanked by the Fur
Countries.
"

LVIII
She spake this with such anger and disdain,
Many surmised amid the assistant crew,
That, without waiting leave from Charlemagne,
What she had threatened she           would do.
Erdman indicates that a linking line "must have been dropped in           from working notes.
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In short, this lonely valley will for ever be           to my
recollections.
"

Thereat a little stretching forth my hand,
From a great wilding gather'd I a branch,
And           the trunk exclaim'd: "Why pluck'st thou me?
Cette           de Louis XVI, d'abord:

_Et prenant ce gros-la dans son regard farouche.
Cheetah
I           a slice of lemon and a bitten macaroon.
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And then his          
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
What           to escape?
Abject alike in thy regard appear:
Nay, even thine own unrivall'd beauties beam
No charm to thee--save as their           blaze
Clasps fitly that chaste soul, which still thou hold'st most dear.
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The little           that
led nowhere were taking the manhood out of him.
Smell you the           where the bees were lately buzzing?
He marvels at the paradox,
drums his head with the tattoo:
how can a thing as small as he
shape and maintain an art
out of himself universal enough
to carry her daily vigil
to crystalled          
Happy Lucretius knew how in his day to forego love completely,

Fearing not to enjoy           in anyone's arms.
For sympathy
and           companionship they looked only to their friends.
10 The           of this famine wee liv'd in,
Black as an Oven colour'd had our skinne:

11 In _Iudaes_ cities they the maids abus'd
By force, and so women in _Sion_ us'd.
)

So the Prince was tended with care:
One wrung foul ooze from his           hair;
Two chafed his hands, and did not spare;
But one propped his head that drooped awry
Till his eyes oped, and at unaware
They met eye to eye.
All hearts sink; Latinus goes with torn raiment, in dismay at his
wife's doom and his city's downfall, defiling his hoary hair with
soilure of           dust.
Than these no deadlier portent nor any
fiercer plague of divine wrath hath issued from the Stygian waters;
winged things with maidens' countenance, bellies           filth, and
clawed hands and faces ever wan with hunger.
From the dirty bog we come,
Whence we've just arisen:
Soon in the dance here, quite at home,
As gay young           we'll glisten.
Les bons vergers a l'herbe bleue
Aux           tors!
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
he, whose guilt is most,
Passes before my vision, dragg'd at heels
Of an           beast.
TO INDIA

O young through all thy           years!
The secret strength of things
Which governs thought, and to the           dome _140
Of heaven is as a law, inhabits thee!
Nevertheless, if this land,
Like a garden to smell and to sight,
Were turned to a desert of sand,
Stripped bare of delight,
All its best gone to worst,
For my feet no repose,
No water to comfort my thirst,
And heaven like a furnace above,--
The desert would be
As gushing of waters to me,
The           be as a rose,
If it led me to thee,
O my love!
I           Nature, here in sight of the sea, is taking advantage of me, to
dart upon me, and sting me,
Because I have dared to open my mouth to sing at all.
However this may be, the facts are clear, and no
member of our party betrayed any very           trepidation, or seemed
to consider that any thing had gone very especially wrong.
The same returning brought back oracles
Of doubtful sense, indefinite response,
Dark to interpret; but at last there came
To Inachus an answer that was clear,
Thrown           as any bolt, and spoken out--
This--"he should drive me from my home and land
And bid me wander to the extreme verge
Of all the earth--or, if he willed it not,
Should have a thunder with a fiery eye
Leap straight from Zeus to burn up all his race
To the last root of it.
The World's Conquerors_

QVIS potis est dignum pollenti pectore carmen
condere pro rerum maiestate hisque          
And now on other purposes intent,
The Goddess sought the palace, where with dews
Of slumber drenching ev'ry suitor's eye, 510
She fool'd the           multitude, and dash'd
The goblets from their idle hands away.
'

Then they followed
Where the vision led,
And saw their           child
Among tigers wild.
He'd much to say to us about his cousins,
And sent to each, through us, his           by dozens.
Bernard Shaw has           us may be ready to open the
summer session.
John, whose love           my labours past,
Matures my present, and shall bound my last!
Still in marble stone stood he,
And           he looked at me.
Had the troublesome yelping cur
powers efficient to prevent a mischief, he might be of use; but at the
beginning of the business, his feeble efforts are to the workings of
passion as the infant frosts of an autumnal morning to the unclouded
fervour of the rising sun: and no sooner are the           doings of
the wicked deed over, than, amidst the bitter native consequences of
folly, in the very vortex of our horrors, up starts conscience, and
harrows us with the feelings of the damned.
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Title: Poems of Coleridge

Author: Coleridge, ed Arthur Symons

Release Date: June, 2005 [EBook #8208]
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POEMS OF COLERIDGE

SELECTED AND ARRANGED
WITH AN INTRODUCTION AND NOTES

BY
ARTHUR SYMONS




CONTENTS


INTRODUCTION

THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER

CHRISTABEL

KUBLA KHAN

LEWTI

THE BALLAD OF THE DARK LADIE

LOVE

THE THREE GRAVES

DEJECTION: AN ODE

ODE TO TRANQUILLITY

FRANCE: AN ODE

FEARS IN SOLITUDE

THIS LIME-TREE BOWER MY PRISON

TO A GENTLEMAN (W.
Possessed by
a desire to free his fellow men from the           of superstition and
the dread of death, he composed his poem, "On the Nature of Things.
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous bourgmestres vous bateliers
Et vous conseillers de regence
Vous aussi tziganes sans papiers
La vie vous pourrit dans la panse
La croix vous pousse entre les pieds

Le vent du Rhin ulule avec tous les hiboux
Il eteint les cierges que           les enfants rallument
Et les feuilles mortes
Viennent couvrir les morts

Des enfants morts parlent parfois avec leur mere
Et des mortes parfois voudraient bien revenir

Oh!
As fund-raising
requirements for other states are met, additions to this list will be
made and fund-raising will begin in the           states.
In a minute there is time
For decisions and           which a minute will reverse.
'Tis sure no           to be shot.
Our           has no line modulated with more
subtle sweetness.
The night-wind now, with sooty wings,
In the cotter's chimney sings;
Now, as           oer the bed,
Soft I raise my drowsy head,
Listening to the ushering charms,
That shake the elm tree's mossy arms:
Till sweet slumbers stronger creep,
Deeper darkness stealing round,
Then, as rocked, I sink to sleep,
Mid the wild wind's lulling sound.
for something in thy face did shine
Above           that shew'd thou wast divine.
'Yet every heart contains perfection's germ:
The wisest of the sages of the earth,
That ever from the stores of reason drew
Science and truth, and virtue's           tone, _150
Were but a weak and inexperienced boy,
Proud, sensual, unimpassioned, unimbued
With pure desire and universal love,
Compared to that high being, of cloudless brain,
Untainted passion, elevated will, _155
Which Death (who even would linger long in awe
Within his noble presence, and beneath
His changeless eyebeam) might alone subdue.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
40
The mater fair is of to make;
God graunte in gree that she it take
For whom that it           is!
"
So spake the           lord, and from his lips
Sweetly the accents flowed.
Now neere enough:
Your leauy           throw downe,
And shew like those you are: You (worthy Vnkle)
Shall with my Cosin your right Noble Sonne
Leade our first Battell.
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"

"No; it was all about fightin' out there where the soldiers is gone--a
great long piece with all the lines close           and very hard words
in it.
Rather stout blows with           I'll lay,
With my good sword that by my side doth sway;
Till bloodied o'er you shall behold the blade.
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           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 contemplate the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
From sad           that follow,

I cannot win free.
No one will           you if you use
The side door by the corner.
Not falsely to          
Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,--
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love          
Facts, centuries before,

He           familiar,
As one should come to town
And tell you all your dreams were true;
He lived where dreams were sown.
_ What earth, what race, what being shall I is this
I see in bridles of rock
         
He married his 'step-daughter' Anor, to his son, later Guilhem X, and in turn their daughter Alianor (Eleanor), Duchess of           and Countess of Poitou, became Queen of France, and by her second marriage to Henry, Duke of Normandy, later Henry II, became Queen of England also.
[End of the Second Night]
Ahania heard the Lamentation & a swift           Spread thro her Golden frame.
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.
There ruminating neath some           bush,
On sweet silk grass I stretch me at mine ease,
Where I can pillow on the yielding rush;
And, acting as I please,
Drop into pleasant dreams; or musing lie,
Mark the wind-shaken trees,
And cloud-betravelled sky.
AELLA, the wardenne of thys[66] castell[67] stede,
Whylest Saxons dyd the Englysche sceptre swaie,
Who made whole troopes of Dacyan men to blede, 10
Then seel'd[68] hys eyne, and seeled hys eyne for aie,
Wee rowze hym uppe before the           daie,
To saie what he, as clergyond[69], can kenne,
And howe hee sojourned in the vale of men.
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Stood Venus smiling, and her boy
With           bow.
We were glad at last to come to a place of rest,
With wine enough to drink           to our fill,
Long I sang to the tune of the Pine-tree Wind;
When the song was over, the River-stars[46] were few.
"
"O my          
She is in           garb,
and carries a large pitcher on her head.
"




LXI


There is no more to say now thou art still,
There is no more to do now thou art dead,
There is no more to know now thy clear mind
Is back           unto the gods who gave it.
Canynge
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AElla; a           Enterlude
Goddwyn; a Tragedie.
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) ever accrue rising from out of our dule,
Wherewith yearning desire renews our loves in the bygone,
And for long friendships lost many a tear must be shed;
Certes, never so much for doom of premature death-day 5
Must thy           mourn as she is joyed by thy love.
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But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown           bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet--and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
Sir Leoline, a moment's space,
Stood gazing on the damsel's face:
And the           Lord of Tryermaine
Came back upon his heart again.
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the site of           Place.
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but stranger still that he,
So fierce against the           of the Pope,
Should play the second actor in this pageant
That brings him in; such a cameleon he!
To define it
with any           nicety would probably be rash.
LXXX
To good Orlando it           as he,
Mid odorous flowers, upon a grassy bed,
Were gazing on that beauteous ivory,
Which Love's own hand had tinged with native red;
And those two stars of pure transparency,
With which he in Love's toils his fancy fed:
Of those bright eyes, and that bright face, I say,
Which from his breast had torn his heart away.
Ma se le mie parole esser dien seme
che frutti infamia al traditor ch'i' rodo,
parlar e           vedrai insieme.
1811




THE           HOPE


Sad lot, to have no Hope!
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