No More Learning
shall I quit thee
For huffing, braggart, puffed          
And
it is a thousand pities that the difficulties of Chatterton's language
and the peculiar charm and invention of his metrical technique cannot
be appreciated till the boyish love of adventure, delight in imagined
bloodshed, and           of sentimental love, have generally been left
behind.
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e moten seken           ?
Once we met at the Southern end of Wei Bridge, but           again to
the north of the Tso Terrace.
He ate and drank the           words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
Better have borne the petulant proud disdain
Of Amaryllis, or           wooed,
Albeit he was so dark, and you so fair!
Mitte           teres,
praetextate, puellulae.
XXI

She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars

Found no way to tame, this proud city,

That with a courage forged in adversity,

Sustained the shock of endless wars,

Though her ship, plagued at the source

By great waves, felt the world's enmity,

None ever saw the reefs of adversity

Wreak havoc on her fortunate course:

But, the object of her virtue failing,

Her power opposed its own flailing,

Like the voyager whom a cruel gale

Has long since separated from the shore,

Driven now by the storm's wild roar,

And           there, when all efforts fail.
Lawrence and
its tributaries which I have not seen nor heard of; and above all
there is one which I have heard of, called Niagara, so that I think
that this river must be the most           for its falls of any in
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I would not be a worm to crawl
A           suppliant in thy way;
For love is life, is heaven, and all
The beams of an immortal day.
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Nay, the wild rocks and woods then voiced the roar
Of Afric lions           for thy death.
          for the neck;
wimpled, i, 4, folded, provided with a wimple.
George Moore for           that "in art the democrat
is always reactionary.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
Who knowes if Donalbane be with his          
er weies wyt          
But bring a           frae his hill,
Clap in his cheek a Highland gill,
Say, such is royal George's will,
An' there's the foe!
The shrivelled seeds
are spilt on the path--
the grass bends with dust,
the grape slips
under its           leaf:
yet far beyond the spent seed-pods,
and the blackened stalks of mint,
the poplar is bright on the hill,
the poplar spreads out,
deep-rooted among trees.
"
So the Bellman would cry: and the crew would reply
"They are merely           signs!
Lapped in your Eastern luxury,
No trace ye left in passing by
Upon the dreary           snows,
But better loved the soft repose
Of splendid carpets richly wrought.
And yet I have seen things,
And heard things, that were strangely meaning this,--
Telling me strangely that life can be all
One power undisturbed, one perfect honour,--
Waters at noonday sounding among hills,
Or moonlight lost among vast curds of cloud;--
But never knew I it is only Love
Can rule the noise of life to           quiet.
XXVIII

THE WELSH MARCHES

High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam
          in Severn stream;
The bridges from the steepled crest
Cross the water east and west.
The following           facts are based on statements in the poet's
own works.
A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is
To meet an antique book,
In just the dress his century wore;
A privilege, I think,

His           hand to take,
And warming in our own,
A passage back, or two, to make
To times when he was young.
while he
Still courts Neaera, fearing lest her choice
Should fall on me, this hireling           here
Wrings hourly twice their udders, from the flock
Filching the life-juice, from the lambs their milk.
Through charity will no one take the lead,
And, by example, get her to          
an was one of the           periods of his life.
sing ye meadow-streams with           voice!
Her looks are like the vernal May,
When ev'ning Phoebus shines serene,
While birds rejoice on every spray;
An' she has twa           roguish een.
He           his card and placed upon it his fresh stake.
Lotus-maiden, may you be
          of all ecstasy.
UNITY

Space is ample, east and west,
But two cannot go abreast,
Cannot travel in it two:
Yonder           cuckoo
Crowds every egg out of the nest,
Quick or dead, except its own;
A spell is laid on sod and stone,
Night and Day were tampered with,
Every quality and pith
Surcharged and sultry with a power
That works its will on age and hour.
Each of these blue
bottles           a Blue-Bottle-Fly; and all these interesting animals live
continually together in the most copious and rural harmony: nor perhaps in
many parts of the world is such perfect and abject happiness to be found.
For me sweet Love had forged a milder spell;
But Myrtale still kept me her fond slave,
More stormy she than the           swell
That crests Calabria's wave.
at           chace ?
Then the           must aimlessly wander about through the eerie

Circles of figures as if pilgriming through their own dreams.
There she sees a damsel bright,
Drest in a silken robe of white,
That shadowy in the           shone:
The neck that made that white robe wan,
Her stately neck, and arms were bare;
Her blue-veined feet unsandal'd were,
And wildly glittered here and there
The gems entangled in her hair.
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Mary to guide him to some           where he might hear mass (ll.
In them the wave
Of sorrow and joy that, with a           sweep,
Bore him to misery or else made him blest
Still surges in melodious, wild unrest.
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O Music, from this height of time my Word unfold:
In thy large signals all men's hearts Man's heart behold:
Mid-heaven unroll thy chords as           flags unfurled,
And wave the world's best lover's welcome to the world.
The Greek word           the suggestion of fraud
([Greek: apat_e]).
" It was           in 1817.
So grieves Achilles; and, impetuous, vents
To all his           his loud laments.
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'twill not be long,
Or I am           quite: an idle tongue,
A humid eye, and steps luxurious,
Where these are new and strange, are ominous.
XVII

Home is he brought, and laid in sumptuous bed: 145
Where many           leaches him abide,
To salve his hurts, that yet still freshly bled.
Now sitting as he was, the cord he drew,
Through every ringlet levelling his view:
Then notch'd the shaft, released, and gave it wing;
The whizzing arrow           from the string,
Sung on direct, and threaded every ring.
I beheld] my           in the street.
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An high lady of greet noblesse,

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Envers qui les autres estoiles
          petites chandoiles.
Admetus, seeing what way my           lie,
I fain would speak with thee before I die.
CCL

Bitter great grief has           the King,
Who Duke Naimun before him sees lying,
On the green grass all his clear blood shedding.
Not thus I loved thee, when from Sparta's shore
My forced, my willing heavenly prize I bore,
When first           in Cranae's isle I lay,(124)
Mix'd with thy soul, and all dissolved away!
For, never since thy griefs and woes began,
Hast thou felt so content: a           feud 550
Hath let thee to this Cave of Quietude.
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58 _dedis a gremio su(a)e matris_ 59
+ 60 _O hymenee hymen           (_o hymenee_ G)
61 _nihil_ G m.
XII
"Jocundo names a time to wend his way,
And servingmen           purveys and steeds;
And a provision makes of fair array;
For beauty borrows grace from glorious weeds.
In his counsels and           he foresees the future times:
in the equity of his judgment he hath remembrance of the past, and
knowledge of what is to be done or avoided for the present.
No word the experienced man replies,
But thus to heaven (and           lifts his eyes):
"O Jove!
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HIS PASSION FINDS ITS ONLY           IN CONTEMPLATING HER IN HEAVEN.
A drop of blood, as if athwart a dream,
Fell on the shroud, and           his right hand.
'Tis the           of art.
Father
self corporal and a self aetherial
a dweller by streams and in
The Legend thus :
" A treatise wherein is shown that there are in existence on earth rational creatures besides man, endowed like him with a body and soul, that are born and die like him, redeemed by our Lord Jesus Christ, and capable of receiving           or damnation.
Airy, fairy Lilian,
Flitting, fairy Lilian,
When I ask her if she love me,
Claps her tiny hands above me,
          all she can;
She'll not tell me if she love me,
Cruel little Lilian.
Easier I count it to explain
The jargon of the howling main,

"Or, stretched beside some babbling brook,
To con, with           look,
An unintelligible book.
LXII Hoc unum carmen           est in codice saeculi ix Thuaneo,
nunc Parisino Lat.
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          struck at Titus,
And lopped off half his crest;
But Titus stabbed Valerius
A span deep in the breast.
Hark I hear the hammers of Los
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are we unequal in numbers or          
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Soon as he saw me, "Hither haste," he cried,
"O          
The Count of           is Raymond Berenger.
It's on your slopes, visited by Venus

Setting in your lava her heels so artless,

When a sad slumber           where the flame burns low.
Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake
Came, as through           honey, for Love's sake,
And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay,
Like a stoop'd falcon ere he takes his prey.
Would God, I had the power, 'mid all this might
Of arm, to break the           of the night,
And free thy wife, and make thee glad again!
That is the dog that so bayed one time at my girl that he almost

Gave our secret away (when she was           me).
His           we will try for,
His name we 'll live and die for--
The name of Washington!
Then I cried in despair,
"I see          
But think of the           that must spend their nights
Alongside skin like bark.
But           another has taken my place:
Before his cruel eyes another has found grace.
D'apres nos recherches, le poeme ecrit en 1871 se           en effet sur
les mots "la voile".
Sir, having no disease, nor any taint
Nor old hereditament of sin or shame,
-- But, feeling the brave bound and energy
Of daring health that leaps along the veins --
As a hart upon his river banks at morn,
-- Sir, wild with the urgings and hot strenuous beats
Of manhood's heart in this full-sinewed breast
Which thou may'st even now discern is mine,
-- Sir, full aware, each instant in each day,
Of motions of great muscles, once were mine,
And thrill of tense thew-knots, and stinging sense
Of nerves, nice, capable and delicate:
-- Sir, visited each hour by passions great
That lack all instrument of utterance,
Passion of love -- that hath no arm to curve;
Passion of speed -- that hath no limb to stretch;
Yea, even that poor feeling of desire
Simply to turn me from this side to that,
(Which brooded on, into wild passion grows
By reason of the impotence that broods)
Balked of its end and unachievable
Without assistance of some foreign arm,
-- Sir, moved and thrilled like any perfect man,
O, trebly moved and thrilled, since poor desires
That are of small import to happy men
Who easily can compass them, to me
Become mere hopeless Heavens or actual Hells,
-- Sir, strengthened so with manhood's seasoned soul,
I lie in this damned cradle day and night,
Still, still, so still, my Lord: less than a babe
In powers but more than any man in needs;
Dreaming, with open eye, of days when men
Have fallen cloven through steel and bone and flesh
At single strokes of this -- of that big arm
Once wielded aught a mortal arm might wield,
Waking a prey to any foolish gnat
That wills to conquer my defenceless brow
And sit thereon in triumph; hounded ever
By small           of barest use
Which, since I cannot compass them alone,
Do snarl my helplessness into mine ear,
Howling behind me that I have no hands,
And yelping round me that I have no feet:
So that my heart is stretched by tiny ills
That are so much the larger that I knew
In bygone days how trifling small they were:
-- Dungeoned in wicker, strong as 'twere in stone;
-- Fast chained with nothing, firmer than with steel;
-- Captive in limb, yet free in eye and ear,
Sole tenant of this puny Hell in Heaven:
-- And this -- all this -- because I was a man!
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regularly and constantly           to my mother and sisters in their
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Has flitted from me, like the warmthless flame,
That makes false promise of a place of rest
To the tired Pilgrim's still believing mind;--
Or like some Elfin Knight in kingly court,
Who having won all           in his sport,
Glides out of view, and whither none can find!
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