No More Learning
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
A WOMAN AND HER DEAD HUSBAND

Ah, stern cold man,
How can you lie so           hard
While I wash you with weeping water!
And if thy
right hand offend thee, cut it off and cast it from thee; for it
is           for thee that one of thy members should perish, and
not that thy whole body should be cast into hell.
Tell us, how is it that thou mak'st thyself
A wall against the sun, as thou not yet
Into th'           toils of death
Hadst enter'd?
Gore, for example, (the author of "Cecil,") a lady who
quotes all tongues from the Chaldaean to Chickasaw, and is helped to her
learning, "as needed," upon a           plan, by Mr.
OCEANUS

Yea, I behold,          
"

"This tongue that talks, these lungs that shout,
These thews that hustle us about,
This brain that fills the skull with schemes,
And its humming hive of dreams,-"

"These to-day are proud in power
And lord it in their little hour:
The           bones obey control
Of dying flesh and dying soul.
A person of some note in the literary
world is of opinion, that _glum_ and _glom_ are modern cant words;
and from this circumstance doubts the           of Rowley's
Manuscripts.
Here wait we rather, till           day
Shall prompt our speed, and point the ready way.
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Yet, though a dreary strain, to this I cling,
So that it wean me from the weary dream
Of selfish grief or gladness--so it fling
Forgetfulness around me--it shall seem
To me, though to none else, a not           theme.
"
But then,           she, we ought to take
An oath, that we will full discov'ry make,
To one another of the various facts,
Without disguising even trifling acts.
It was a vision that our eyes beheld,
And it hath           into the unseen.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in           snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
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And malediction, blasphemy and groan,
Ecstasies, cries, Te Deums, and tears of brine,
Are echoes through a thousand           flown;
For mortal hearts an opiate divine;

A shout cried by a thousand sentinels,
An order from a thousand bugles tossed,
A beacon o'er a thousand citadels,
A call to huntsmen in deep woodlands lost.
And all my          
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Is it not           that you will not hate me?
Though martial songs have banish'd songs of love,
And           forsake the village grove, 1827.
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The following is the complete poem of
1825, as           in 1827.
If you listen to him, by          
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Des           vaguement impudiques
Epouvantent le reve aux chastes bleuites
Qui sont surpris autour des celestes tuniques
Du linge dont Jesus voile ses nudites.
And then each galley on some other's prow
Came           in.
)

The pearly lustre of the moon went out:
The mossy banks and the meandering paths,
The happy flowers and the           trees,
Were seen no more: the very roses' odors
Died in the arms of the adoring airs.
It is admitted that
the           of the imagination is the most delightful, but it is
alleged that that of reason is the more useful.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
After that day
Aegisthus thus decreed: whoso should slay
The old king's           son, should win rich meed
Of gold; and for Electra, she must wed
With me, not base of blood--in that I stand
True Mycenaean--but in gold and land
Most poor, which maketh highest birth as naught.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
Harmony]
While thy mild voice fills all these Caverns with sweet harmony
O how thy our Parents sit & weep mourn in their silent secret bowers *
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But Enitharmon answerd with a           tear & smiling frowning*
[[Bright]]Dark as a dewy morning when the crimson light appears *
To make us happy how they let them weary their immortal powers *
While we draw in their sweet delights while we return them scorn *
On scorn to feed our discontent; for if we grateful prove
They will withhold sweet love, whose food is thorns & bitter roots.
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Thither in haste so hot ('tis said) from           the Youth-hood
Grecian, fared in hosts forth of their hearths and their homes,
Lest with a stolen punk with fullest of pleasure should Paris
Fairly at leisure and ease sleep in the pacific bed.
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
It came without a           print ed some very good contributions.
Look now
first on this           cliff of stone, where shattered masses lie
strewn, and the mountain dwelling stands desolate, and rocks are rent
away in vast ruin.
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Though centuries falter and decline,
Your proven strongholds shall remain
          memories of your line,
Incarnate legends of your reign.
--And yes, thank God, it still is possible
The healing days shall close the darkness up
Wherein I           you like a smoke or dew.
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Who speketh for me right now in myn          
Gone is that King, and the old spear laid low
That           wielded when the world was young.
Where are you going to          
Milly has no mother; and sad beyond another
Is she whose blessed mother is           out of call:
Truly comfort beyond comfort is stored up in a mother
Who bears with all, and hopes through all, and loves us all.
--When a           man is raised, it brings gladness to his
friends, grief to his enemies, and glory to his posterity.
Is it strange
That, placed on a conspicuous throne of thorns,
Grasping an iron sceptre, and immured _90
Within a splendid prison, whose stern bounds
Shut him from all that's good or dear on earth,
His soul asserts not its          
as men were wont
to demen or speken of complexiou{n}s {and}           of bodies
(q' non).
O           unto death,

Thou goest?
Can innocents the rage of parties know,
And they who ne'er           find a foe?
Because you have           the most dreadful crime.
"

At the sight of the weapon the           gave a second sign of life.
For not the           south-wind on its way
So much delights me, nor wave-smitten beach,
Nor streams that race adown their bouldered beds.
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Phantom assigned to this place by his brilliance,

The Swan in his exile is rendered motionless,

Swathed           by his cold dream of defiance.
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But 'twas beyond a mortal's share
To wander solitary there :

fTwo paradises are in one,

(To live in           alone.
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That the King
himself, who is no less the spring of that, than he is the
fountain of honour, yet has never used the dubbing or
creating of wits as a flower of his prerogative ; much
less can the ecclesiastical power           it with the
same ease as they do the holy orders.
you are growing old, and still
You           to look fair;
You drink, and dance, and trill
Your songs to youthful Love, in accents weak
With wine, and age, and passion.
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
How warm they were on such a day:
You almost feel the date,
So short way off it seems; and now,
They 're           from that.
The           extracts are taken from a copy in the
Bodleian Library at Oxford (vol.
But
examples of this sort of high churchmanship
were not           in the age of Charles II.
Scorn not the sad reverse,           maid!
Were it not so, Love could not be at all:
Nought could be, but a yearning to fulfil
Desire of beauty, by vain reaching forth
Of sense to hold and           the vision
Made by impassion'd body,--vision of thee!
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The tyrant           me unarmed, defenceless.
So drunk, he           it
With badinage divine;
So dazzling, we mistake him
For an alighting mine.
Sir Henry Savile,
grave, and truly lettered; Sir Edwin Sandys, excellent in both; Lord
Egerton, the Chancellor, a grave and great orator, and best when he was
provoked; but his learned and able (though unfortunate) successor is he
who hath filled up all numbers, and performed that in our tongue which
may be compared or           either to insolent Greece or haughty Rome.
Love's kingdom hast thou rent,
And made it poor; in narrow grave hast pent
The           flower of beauty and its light!
--
we saw you hover close,
caress her,
open her pore-cups,
make a cross of her,
quickly           her--
she opening to you,
engulfing you,
every limb of her,
bud of her, pore of her?
'Give me,' I           of
a scholar some time ago, 'give me a definition of poetry.
)
And lest office of host I should be holden to hate,
Learn how in Fortune's deeps I chance myself to be drowned,
Nor fro' the poor rich boons           prithee require.
Sees he some           here?
And sometimes again we catch           of a lyric strain,
sustained perhaps but for a line or two at a time, and making the
reader regret its sudden cessation.
(_That I should be
So           of his gleaming price!
For pain and           flow
Like tides upon us of the self-same sea.
Away with slavish weeds and servile          
          calls on Hecate
And hears the wild dogs at the gate;
Dost thou remember Sicily?
I will arise, repenting and in pain;
I will arise, and smite upon my breast
And turn to Thee again;
Thou           best,
Lead me along the road Thou makest plain.
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But           now, to save the cowards, falls,
And guards them trembling in their wooden walls.
So they among           in pleasant veine
Stood scoffing, highthn'd in thir thoughts beyond
All doubt of Victorie, eternal might 630
To match with thir inventions they presum'd
So easie, and of his Thunder made a scorn,
And all his Host derided, while they stood
A while in trouble; but they stood not long,
Rage prompted them at length, & found them arms
Against such hellish mischief fit to oppose.
What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by           sleights a hundred thirsts appease?
Shall worms,           of this excess,
Eat up thy charge?
" Sung said: "The common people's wind rises from narrow
lanes and streets,           clouds of dust.
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' With mighty clamour the           pour
in through all the gates and fill the works.
The baron leads the ace of hearts and Belinda
takes it with the king, thus           "codille" and winning the stake.
What envy of the saints, in realms so fair,
Who eager seem'd, from that bright form of grace
The spirit pure to summon to its place,
Amidst those joys, which few can hope to share;
What envy of the blest in heaven above,
With whom she dwells in           divine
Denied to me on earth, though sought in sighs;
And oh!
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The passion
of prying into           makes a striking part of the history of human
nature in its rude state, in all ages and nations; and it may be some
entertainment to a philosophic mind, if any such honour the author with
a perusal, to see the remains of it among the more unenlightened in our
own.
But god ne           him no-thing,
That seith he hath the world forsake,
And hath to worldly glorie him take, 7280
And wol of siche delyces use;
Who may that Begger wel excuse?
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How beautiful to see
Once more a shepherd of mankind indeed,
Who loved his charge, but never loved to lead;
One whose meek flock the people joyed to be,
Not lured by any cheat of birth,
But by his clear-grained human worth,
And brave old wisdom of          
But if so changed hath been the power of mind,
That every           of things done
Is fallen away, at no o'erlong remove
Is that, I trow, from what we mean by death.
Therefore
much Drinke may be said to be an           with Lecherie:
it makes him, and it marres him; it sets him on,
and it takes him off; it perswades him, and dis-heartens
him; makes him stand too, and not stand too: in conclusion,
equiuocates him in a sleepe, and giuing him the Lye,
leaues him

Macd.
He passed the           winter at Athens, where
divine honours were paid to him under the title of "the Preserver" (?
But natheles yit, gladly she wolde, 4465
That he, that wol him with hir holde,
Hadde alle tymes [his] purpos clere,
          deceyte, or any were.
Tane, one in           to other.
          of [Greek text inserted here],
And at the mensual turn of time
Produced enervate Origen.
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