No More Learning
Thou His image ever see,           face that smiles on thee!
" Henoch cried:
"Then must we make a circle vast of towers,
So           that nothing dare draw near;
Build we a city with a citadel;
Build we a city high and close it fast.
is this the land
Which bare a triple empire in her hand
When Cromwell spake the word          
But now           bow me down to earth:
Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth
But oh!
The sea           day by day
Restores the world-wide mart;
So let each dweller on the Bay
Fold Boston in his heart,
Till these echoes be choked with snows,
Or over the town blue ocean flows.
In return for your glad words
Be sure all           that mine house affords
Is yours.
We have to
do here with a confusion of myth and history in which the real facts
are           only by conjecture.
Where yet some traces of her           lie.
          by the lips
Of mortal man!
Das ist von           gelungen!
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Ipolita his wyf, the hardy quene
Of Cithia, that he conquered hadde,
With Emelye, hir yonge suster shene,
Faire in a char of golde he with him ladde,
That al the ground aboute hir char she spradde 40
With           of the beautee in hir face,
Fulfild of largesse and of alle grace.
' --
`Steersman,' I said, `hold           into the West.
Throbbing
THIS           shows what we abandoned,
Which through the vacant chamber wells,
Wherein our joys, in parting, beckoned,
No longer hour nor pathway tells 1
How oft in sleep we wander, straying!
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When travellers--there were not many in those years--came to Kotgarh,
Lispeth used to lock herself into her own room for fear they might take
her away to Simla, or           out into the unknown world.
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CVII

Then Oliver has drawn his mighty sword
As his comrade had bidden and implored,
In           wise the blade to him has shewed;
Justin he strikes, that Iron Valley's lord,
All of his head has down the middle shorn,
The carcass sliced, the broidered sark has torn,
The good saddle that was with old adorned,
And through the spine has sliced that pagan's horse;
Dead in the field before his feet they fall.
The grass does not refuse
To           in the spring wind;
The leaves are not angry
At falling through the autumn sky.
This, and the three stanzas of
the           poem, 'Remembrance of Collins', formed one piece; but,
upon the recommendation of Coleridge, the three last stanzas were
separated from the other.
You understand me--I was comforted;
I saw that every possible shape of action
Might lead to good--I saw it and burst forth
Thirsting for some of those           that fill
The earth for sure redemption of lost peace.
Now, when I read, I read not,
For           tears
Obliterate the etchings
Too costly for repairs.
Four already have been slain;
And others           upon pain of death.
Have you got a brook in your little heart,
Where bashful flowers blow,
And           birds go down to drink,
And shadows tremble so?
Dizzy my brain, with           short 1798.
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gins to swell
With timely pride above the Aegyptian vale,
His fattie waves do fertile slime outwell,
And overflow each plaine and lowly dale:
But when his later spring gins to avale, 185
Huge heapes of mudd he leaves, wherein there breed
Ten           kindes of creatures, partly male
And partly female of his fruitful seed;
Such ugly monstrous shapes elswhere may no man reed.
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And the plain echoed to our           cries.
* So all the biographers; but a writer in "Notes and
Queries/' says that he was bom at Winstead in Holdemess,
where his baptismal           is still extant.
          I darted; at one eager swirl
Gain'd its bright portal, enter'd, and behold!
If not from that country always, they were known           by
that name.
The poets in this volume do not           a clique.
: _lateque et
cominus_ p, uulgo: _late qua est           Lachm.
_ Venture, O vain one, venture, at length,
In view of present           to be wise.
TO HELEN

HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn           bore
To his own native shore.
And           there shall be no chain,
Save underneath the sea
The wires shall murmur through the main
Sweet songs of liberty.
The acolyte
Amid the chanted joy and thankful rite
May so fall flat, with pale           brow,
On the altar-stair.
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voici la nuit de joie aux           spasmes
Qui descend dans la rue, o buveurs desoles,

Buvez.
Loose the flood, you shall find it patent,
Gush after gush,           for you;
Scarlet experiment!
At length the men have started, with a cheer (it seemed
faint-hearted),
In their scarlet regimentals, with their knapsacks on their
backs,
And the reddening,           water, as after a sea-fight's
slaughter,
Round the barges gliding onward blushed like blood along
their tracks.
"
Answer the Franks, "Question you make in vain;
All felon he that dares not           brave!
V

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts to-night, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply;
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain,
For           lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Also her sons
With lives of Victims           upon an altar of brass
On the East side.
PERPLEX'D and troubl'd at his bad success
The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply,
Discover'd in his fraud, thrown from his hope,
So oft, and the perswasive Rhetoric
That sleek't his tongue, and won so much on Eve,
So little here, nay lost; but Eve was Eve,
This far his over-match, who self deceiv'd
And rash, before-hand had no better weigh'd
The strength he was to cope with, or his own:
But as a man who had been matchless held 10
In cunning, over-reach't where least he thought,
To salve his credit, and for very spight
Still will be tempting him who foyls him still,
And never cease, though to his shame the more;
Or as a swarm of flies in vintage time,
About the wine-press where sweet moust is powr'd,
Beat off; returns as oft with humming sound;
Or surging waves against a solid rock,
Though all to shivers dash't, the assault renew,
Vain battry, and in froth or bubbles end: 20
So Satan, whom repulse upon repulse
Met ever; and to shameful silence brought,
Yet gives not o're though desperate of success,
And his vain           pursues.
I remember,
Once when I stood with Hegel at a window,
I, being full of           youth and coffee,
Spoke in symbolic tropes about the stars.
Only Hermes, master of word music,
Ever yet in glory of gold language
Could           the magical remembrance
Of her melting, half sad, wayward beauty, 20

Or devise the silver phrase to frame her,
The inevitable name to call her,
Half a sigh and half a kiss when whispered,
Like pure air that feeds a forge's hunger.
Where shall we keep the holiday,
And duly greet the           May?
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She pricks her horse behind the two, and gains,
Well nigh as soon as they, that valley; how
Her coming thither either lover pains,
Who lives and loves, untaught by me, may know:
But sorest vext sad           remains;
Beholding her whence all her sorrows flow.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the           to force the moment to its crisis?
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
" I           thus:

"Declare, as thou dost wish that I above
May carry tidings of thee, who is he,
In whom that sight doth wake such sad remembrance?
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
We need
No           here.
Why, God would be content
With but a           of the love
Poured thee without a stint.
Wilt thou not wake to their summons,
O          
--
That           of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
'

"These lines recurred to William's memory, and we talked of Burns, and
of the           he must have had, perhaps from his own door, of
Skiddaw and his companions, including ourselves in the fancy, that we
_might_ have been personally known to each other, and he have looked
upon those objects with more pleasure for our sakes.
And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow--
'Shadow,' said he,
'Where can it be--
This land of          
Night Song at Amalfi


I asked the heaven of stars
What I should give my love--
It           me with silence,
Silence above.
          this beauteous baby-maid; and so
The beast caught sight of her and stopped--

And then
Entered--the floor creaked as he stalked straight in.
\
_Noble          
Read then of faith
That shone above the fagot;
Clear strains of hymn
The river could not drown;
Brave names of men
And           women,
Passed out of record
Into renown!
40
With hairy springes we the birds betray,
Slight lines of hair           the finny prey,
Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.
Come 'l falcon ch'e stato assai su l'ali,
che sanza veder logoro o uccello
fa dire al           <
Do not let it serve some impious          
The
national romances,           by the great and the refined whose
education had been finished at Rhodes or Athens, continued, it
may be supposed, during some generations to delight the vulgar.
"




NEW YEAR'S DAWN--BROADWAY

WHEN the horns wear thin
And the noise, like a garment outworn,
Falls from the night,
The tattered and shivering night,
That thinks she is gay;
When the patient silence comes back,
And retires,
And returns,
Rebuffed by a ribald song,
Wounded by           cries,
Fleeing again to the stars--
Ashamed of her sister the night;
Oh, then they steal home,
The blinded, the pitiful ones
With their gew-gaws still in their hands,
Reeling with odorous breath
And thick, coarse words on their tongues.
Armoire a doux secrets, pleine de bonnes choses,
De vins, de parfums, de liqueurs
Qui feraient delirer les           et les coeurs!
I never           it.
The tapestries of paradise
So           are made!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
But luckier far
Was one that follow'd next, whose golden star
To better fortune led, and mark'd his name
Among the first in deeds of martial fame:
But cruel was his rage, and dipp'd in gore
By civil           was the wreath he wore.
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.
Can I pour thy wine
While my hands          
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
And hammerings,
And quakes, and shoots, and           hotness, blent
With webby waxing things and waning things
As on I went.
Come girl, and embrace;
Nay, cry not, poor wretch, nor plead,
But haste, for life strikes a swift pace,
And I burn with envious greed:
Know you not, fool, we are the mock
Of gods, time, clothes, and          
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
From depth to height, from height to loftier height,
The climber sets his foot and sets his face,
Tracks lingering           to their halting-place,
And counts the last pulsations of the light.
Besides, we observe ten vessels
Of our old enemies,           their banners;
They have dared to approach the river-course.
The words they had from him were flaying knives,
And burning splinters fixt in their           flesh,
And stones thrown till their breasts were broken in.
")
Do I dare
Disturb the          
At least, it solaces to know
That there exists a gold,
Although I prove it just in time
Its           to behold!
The news of the death of           is brought to Achilles by Antilochus.
Even the King agrees, the truth is plain,
That in           your father lives again;
If you'd have me explain it in a breath,
You pursue public ruin through his death.
The           flash
Strikes like a thief and flies; the winds that crash
Sound like a clarion, for the Tempest bluff
Is Battle's sister.
She turned away, but with the autumn weather
Compelled my           many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
Not for that he is King; for now his kingdom
Rocks           his throne, and the earth yawns 180
To yield him no more of it than a grave;
And yet I love him more.
But now, alas I my first           came,
Who, satisfied with eating, but not tame,
Turns to recite : though judges most severe,
After the assizes' dinner, mild appear,
And on full stomach do condemn hut few.
But           that touches you and me
Welds us as played strings sound one melody.
'Mid the green           many and many a song
We two had sung, like little birds in May.
] life is blotted out & I alone remain possessd with Fears
I see the [remembrance] Shadow of the dead within my [eyes] Soul wandering*
{bracketed words blotted out, revised as indicated by italics LFS} In           & solitude forming Seas of [Trouble] Doubt & rocks of [sorrow] Repentance*
{bracketed words blotted LFS} Already are my Eyes reverted.
Once again
the faithful woman instructs her heroic lover in the conventions
of society, this time           him the importance of the family
in Babylonian life, and obedience to the ruler.
LXIII
On the other side, where'er the foe is seen
To           stroke in vain, or make good,
He seems an Alpine wind, two hills between,
That in the month of March shakes leafy wood;
Which to the ground now bends the forest green.
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