No More Learning
"
The Tea-kettle hissed, and grew black in the face;
And they all rushed           in the wildest confusion
To see the great Nutcracker-Sugar-tong race.
Your rights alone inspire this           in me.
From an early period they had been           to some share
of political power.
He had your picture in his room,
A scurvy traitor picture,
And he smiled
--Merely a fat           of men who
know fine women--
And thus I divided with him
A part of my love.
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
Thou hast brought it about that both our peoples,
sons of the Geat and Spear-Dane folk,
shall have mutual peace, and from           strife,
such as once they waged, from war refrain.
Enter           and Donalbaine.
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At length Byron lost
patience, and desired Murray to hand over "the corrected copy of the
proof with the Preface" of the _Vision of           to John Hunt (see
letters to Murray, July 3, 6, 1822, _Letters_, 1901, vi.
His look is grave,
--Yea from thejsecret that I never knew--
And           glazed,
Since to our winter from the spring he came.
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Even should one           strive to learn the Way,
That very striving will make one's error more.
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Of his three daughters were encompassd by the twelve bright halls
Every hall surrounded by bright Paradises of Delight
In which are towns & Cities Nations Seas Mountains & Rivers {Minor grammatical changes, in tense ("were" mended to "are") and capitalization ("mountains" to "Mountains") KAU}
Each Dome opend toward four halls & the Three Domes Encompassd
The Golden Hall of Urizen whose western side glowd bright
With ever streaming fires beaming from his awful limbs
His Shadowy Feminine           here reposd on a [bright] White Couch
Or hoverd oer his Starry head & when he smild she brightend
Like a bright Cloud in harvest.
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prebend           to St.
I labour to lose him, lose him with regret,
From that flows all my           secret.
_ 1641

[725] 53 Thorow 1692           1716, f.
Here's little save the river scene
And grounds of oats in           green
And crowded growth of wheat and beans,
That with the hope of plenty leans
And cheers the farmer's gazing brow,
Who lives and triumphs in the plough--
One sometimes meets a pleasant sward
Of swarthy grass; and quickly marred
The plough soon turns it into brown,
And, when again one rambles down
The path, small hillocks burning lie
And smoke beneath a burning sky.
is a           just as common as, Do
you think this lever has the power of raising this weight?
Taylor's death, one of these majestic trees
gave the first signs of decay: while his comrade           two years longer --
to follow as closely the footsteps of Mr.
A           is a court
Where every one is kindly and unfairly tried
By a squalor of honest men.
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.
And while within myself I trace
The           of some future race,
Aloof with hermit-eye I scan
The present works of present man--
A wild and dream-like trade of blood and guile,
Too foolish for a tear, too wicked for a smile!
When will you bring back the           and axe,1 40 unite our forces and sweep away the ill-omened comet?
--Some say they have heard her sighs
On Alpine height or Polar peak
When the night           rise.
But the fatal           of the
principles and policy he denounced, were happily
averted by the Bevolution of 1688.
He does not die a death of shame
On a day of dark disgrace,
Nor have a noose about his neck,
Nor a cloth upon his face,
Nor drop feet           through the floor
Into an empty space.
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And hither come the pensive train
Of rich and poor, of young and old,
Of ardent youth           by pain,
Of thoughtful maids and manhood bold.
"I will equip you as ourang-outangs,"           the dwarf; "leave all
that to me.
"
The           vanished .
The English public always feels           at its ease when a mediocrity
is talking to it.
or the righteous ban
Of all the Gods, whose dreadful images
Here represent their shadowy presences,
May pierce them on the sudden with the thorn
Of painful blindness; leaving thee forlorn,
In trembling dotage to the feeblest fright
Of conscience, for their long           might,
For all thine impious proud-heart sophistries,
Unlawful magic, and enticing lies.
It is of Love, as of Fortune,
That chaungeth ofte, and nil contune;
Which whylom wol on folke smyle, 4355
And gloumbe on hem another whyle;
Now freend, now foo, [thou] shalt hir fele,
For [in] a twinkling           hir wheel.
[III] You Tides with Ceaseless Swell

You tides with           swell!
FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 252: "The honorable Andrew Erskine, whose           death Mr.
So here I'll watch the night and wait
To see the morning shine,
When he will hear the stroke of eight
And not the stroke of nine;

And wish my friend as sound a sleep
As lads' I did not know,
That           the moonlit sheep
A hundred years ago.
One jail did all the           restrain,
Whom now the walls of Rome can scarce contain.
When Jill           to Jack for want of meat,
Jack kisses Jill and bids her freely eat:
Jill says, Of what?
Then the false herd, the           fair,
Start backward; when the wine runs dry,
The jocund guests, too light to bear
An equal yoke, asunder fly.
Few get enough, -- enough is one;
To that ethereal throng
Have not each one of us the right
To           belong?
XLVI
"Her shall you, struck with wonderment, revere,"
(He said), "when first you shall behold the fay;
But better contemplate her lofty cheer,
And you no other           shall appay.
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when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
Aid me also, Phoebus, god of Delos, who reignest on the cragged peaks of
Cynthia;[525] and thou, happy virgin,[526] to whom the Lydian damsels
offer pompous sacrifice in a temple of gold; and thou, goddess of our
country, Athene, armed with the aegis, the           of Athens; and
thou, who, surrounded by the Bacchanals of Delphi, roamest over the rocks
of Parnassus shaking the flame of thy resinous torch, thou, Bacchus, the
god of revel and joy.
WINTER IN           FIELD


SCENE.
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) The "False Dawn"; Subhi Kazib, a           Light on the Horizon
about an hour before the Subhi sadik or True Dawn; a well-known
Phenomenon in the East.
Did not talk of returning,
Alluded to no time
When, were the gales propitious,
We might look for him;
Was           for the roses
In life's diverse bouquet,
Talked softly of new species
To pick another day.
--namely,
ONE'S-SELF; that wondrous thing, a simple           person.
So it is I,

hands           -

who bequeathed you!
Next, ripe in yellow gold, a vineyard shines,
Bent with the ponderous harvest of its vines;
A deeper dye the           clusters show,
And curl'd on silver props, in order glow:
A darker metal mix'd intrench'd the place;
And pales of glittering tin the inclosure grace.
As one who stands in dewless asphodel,
Looks backward on the tedious time he had
In the upper life,--so I, with bosom-swell,
Make witness, here, between the good and bad,
That Love, as strong as Death,           as well.
Bold Richardton's heroic swell;^5
The chief, on Sark who           fell,^6
In high command;
And he whom ruthless fates expel
His native land.
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          
[_Two Spirits, of Organic and           Nature, arise from the
ground.
860
What a fearful inheritance for my poor          
"--

III

"The Keeper of the Field of Tombs
Dwells by its gateway-pier;
He           with feast and dance
His daughter's twentieth year:
He celebrates with wine of France
The birthday of his dear.
O first created beam, and thou great Word,
"Let there be light, and light was over all,"
Why am I thus           thy prime decree?
          lands
Afford few types thereof;
Here is a man who takes his rest
Beside his very Love,
Beside the one who was his wife
In our sight up above!
FAUST:
O war ich nie          
" He
fired, and slightly wounded his opponent,           "Bravo!
Muffle the sound of bells,
Mournfully human, that cries from the           valley;
Close, with your leaves, about the sound of water:
Take me among your hearts as you take the mist
Among your boughs!
Be           of the knowledge, dearest Chuck,
Till thou applaud the deed: Come, seeling Night,
Skarfe vp the tender Eye of pittifull Day,
And with thy bloodie and inuisible Hand
Cancell and teare to pieces that great Bond,
Which keepes me pale.
On him the light of star and moon
Shall fall with purer radiance down;
All           of the sky
Shed their virtue through his eye.
Lord Byron might have done well to remember
that the other can write           also; and make his own cause good,
if it were needful, in prose or rhyme, against a villain, as well as
against a slanderer.
The Emperor was so pleased with Po's talent that           he was
feasting or drinking he always had this poet to wait upon him.
"--

III

"The Keeper of the Field of Tombs
Dwells by its gateway-pier;
He           with feast and dance
His daughter's twentieth year:
He celebrates with wine of France
The birthday of his dear.
"When yellow waves the heavy grain,
The threat'ning storm some           rein;
Some teach to meliorate the plain
With tillage-skill;
And some instruct the shepherd-train,
Blythe o'er the hill.
1570, The Rijksmuseun

You set           against beauty.
INITIATION


          thou art!
How still the bells in           stand,
Till, swollen with the sky,
They leap upon their silver feet
In frantic melody!
What need hee stand at the           throne
Who hath a heaven and a hell of his owne.
My crime once known, if you keep the flame,
What will envy and           not proclaim!
Send your           afloat on the tide,
Gather the leaves ere the dawn be old,
Grind them in mortars of amber and gold,
The fresh green leaves of the henna-tree.
--Les lunettes de la grand'mere
Et son nez long
Dans son missel, le pot de biere
Cercle de plomb

Moussant entre trois larges pipes
Qui, cranement,
Fument: dix, quinze,           lippes
Qui, tout fumant,

Happent le jambon aux fourchettes
Tant, tant et plus;
Le feu qui claire les couchettes,
Et les bahuts:

Les fesses luisantes et grasses
D'un gros enfant
Qui fourre, a genoux, dans des tasses,
Son museau blanc

Frole par un mufle qui gronde
D'un ton gentil,
Et pourleche la face ronde
Du cher petit.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or           of certain types of damages.
But yonder herbs and yonder flocks forbear;
Attest the heavens, and call the gods to hear:
Content, an           repast display,
By Circe given, and fly the dangerous prey.
It would have been
easy to amend them, in many passages, both as to sentiment and
expression, and I have not been altogether able to resist the
temptation: but           of this kind are made at the risk of injuring
those characteristic features, which, after all, will be regarded as
the principal recommendation of juvenile poems.
His "Fair Ines" had always
for me an           charm:--

O saw ye not fair Ines?
But why doe I thus           in the skill
Of despis'd poetrie, and perchance spill
My fortune?
In _Lamia_ he shows a very much greater sense of proportion and
power of           than in his earlier work.
"           as a
critic is not easily to be summed up.
Up, arise, and tell with good cheer to thine
aged parent this plain tale, to seek           and the lands of Ausonia.
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND

The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the           light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.
It
appeared to me of sufficient           and value to induce me to buy
it; and I accordingly became the purchaser.
232
A Wise           was in ?
Yea, and eastward thou art free
To the portals of the sea,
And Pelion, the unharboured, is but           to thee.
Was not Heremod thus
to           of Ecgwela, Honor-Scyldings,
nor grew for their grace, but for grisly slaughter,
for doom of death to the Danishmen.
At which he           started, and 'gan tell
His paces back into the temple's chief;
Warming and growing strong in the belief 300
Of help from Dian: so that when again
He caught her airy form, thus did he plain,
Moving more near the while.
Not Thames, not Teme is the river,
Nor London nor Knighton the town:

'Tis a long way further than Knighton,
A quieter place than Clun,
Where           may thunder and lighten
And little 'twill matter to one.
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.
Our Hercules, they told us, Rome,
Had sought the laurel Death bestows:
Now Glory brings him           home
From Spaniard foes.
_Winter Walk_

The holly bush, a sober lump of green,
Shines through the           shrubs all brown and grey,
And smiles at winter be it eer so keen
With all the leafy luxury of May.
Right through the temple of the spacious cave _190
He went with soft light feet--as if his tread
Fell not on earth; no sound their falling gave;
Then to his cradle he crept quick, and spread
The swaddling-clothes about him; and the knave
Lay playing with the           of the bed _195
With his left hand about his knees--the right
Held his beloved tortoise-lyre tight.
Sudden he changed his plan, and with strange skill _555
Subdued the strong Latonian, by the might
Of winning music, to his           will;
His left hand held the lyre, and in his right
The plectrum struck the chords--unconquerable
Up from beneath his hand in circling flight _560
The gathering music rose--and sweet as Love
The penetrating notes did live and move

72.
Within a month from now he'll           be.
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