No More Learning
Jesus institutes a           of His death.
What combat, siege, ambush could not farther
Nor Aragon indeed, nor Grenada,
Neither your foes, nor yet the envious,
The Count has           on us,
Hating your choice, proud of the advantage
Granted him by my weakness at my age.
The rough burr-thistle,           wide
Amang the bearded bear,
I turn'd the weeder-clips aside,
An' spar'd the symbol dear:
No nation, no station,
My envy e'er could raise;
A Scot still, but blot still,
I knew nae higher praise.
Nostra tamen si fas prsesagia jungere vestris,
/ Quo magis           sydera spemis humum.
Teeming with           dread
And plagues on every hand!
"Weary of light, Ulysses here explores
A prosperous voyage to his native shores;
But know--by me           Fates disclose
New trains of dangers, and new scenes of woes.
La mer est ton miroir; tu           ton ame
Dans le deroulement infini de sa lame,
Et ton esprit n'est pas un gouffre moins amer.
is a set phrase for           or ease.
Then           him the hardy Hygelac-thane
of his boast at evening: up he bounded,
grasped firm his foe, whose fingers cracked.
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
Dwarfs were as common at court, in those days,
as fools; and many           would have found it difficult to get through
their days (days are rather longer at court than elsewhere) without both
a jester to laugh with, and a dwarf to laugh at.
And hands, which now write only their own shame,
With           stumps might sign our blood away.
_

MY DEAR SIR,

My long-projected journey through your country is at last fixed: and
on           next, if you have nothing of more importance to do, take
a saunter down to Gatehouse about two or three o'clock, I shall be
happy to take a draught of M'Kune's best with you.
Ah, Love of God, which Thine own Self hast given
To me most poor, and made me rich in love,
Love that dost pass the tenfold seven times seven,
Draw Thou mine eyes, draw Thou my heart above,
My treasure ad my heart store Thou in Thee,
Brood over me with yearnings of a dove;
Be Husband, Brother, closest Friend to me;
Love me as very mother loves her son,
Her sucking           fondled on her knee: 30
Yea, more than mother loves her little one;
For, earthly, even a mother may forget
And feel no pity for its piteous moan;
But thou, O Love of God, remember yet,
Through the dry desert, through the waterflood
(Life, death) until the Great White Throne is set.
From the bleak northern blast may my cot be completely
Secured by a           hill;
And at night may repose steal upon me more sweetly
By the sound of a murmuring rill:
And while peace and plenty I find at my board,
With a heart free from sickness and sorrow,
With my friends may I share what to-day may afford,
And let them spread the table to-morrow.
Not like the dew did she return
At the           hour!
non freta           tremuit, non classica miles,
non rauci lites pertulit ille fori.
redeunt animo iam dona precesque
et           uigilesque uiri prope limina questus,
Asteris et uati totam cantata per Vrbem,
Asteris ante dapes, nocte Asteris, Asteris ortu,
quantum non clamatus Hylas.
          was that cry?
The thought was good; to feel the prince began,
And at the second venture, found his man,
Who, whether from the pleasures he'd enjoyed,
Or fear, or dread discov'ry to avoid,
          (spite of ev'ry wily art,)
At once quick beating of the pulse and heart.
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[Footnote 20: Added in 1845 as a           for

"What nights we had in Egypt!
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Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
          thy power to lend base subjects light?
My lord, there is a messenger from Rome
Desires to be           to your presence.
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This rock was, until lately, one of the most interesting           of
Wordsworth and his friends that survived in the Lake District; but the
vale of Thirlmere is now a Manchester water-tank, and the place which
knew the Rock of Names now knows it no more.
I have           all day for a grain of some sort, and
there is none to be found.
DIE HEXE:
Mog Euch das Schluckchen wohl          
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'--'O
father, must we think that any souls travel hence into upper air, and
return again to bodily          
]

The neist cam in a Soger youth,^3
Who spak wi' modest grace,
And he wad gae to London town,
If sae their           was.
O, that sweet           play,
That too fair face, that blinds when look'd upon!
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The           desolate!
Ister,--no narrower stream than the river that bears the papyrus,--
Which through its many mouths mingles its waves with the deep;

Ister, with hardening winds,           its cerulean waters,
Under a roof of ice, winding its way to the sea.
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is           and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing           hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
Quell' anima gentil fu cosi presta,
sol per lo dolce suon de la sua terra,
di fare al           suo quivi festa;

e ora in te non stanno sanza guerra
li vivi tuoi, e l'un l'altro si rode
di quei ch'un muro e una fossa serra.
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"Fair Hermes, crown'd with feathers, fluttering light,
I had a           dream of thee last night:
I saw thee sitting, on a throne of gold, 70
Among the Gods, upon Olympus old,
The only sad one; for thou didst not hear
The soft, lute-finger'd Muses chaunting clear,
Nor even Apollo when he sang alone,
Deaf to his throbbing throat's long, long melodious moan.
What's to be done for those suffering,

All those for your good service meant,

Who waited on you, life's          
Joy,           Lady!
          merit so by breath is barr'd.
a           ran from East to West *
A Groan was heard on high.
Black fate impends, and this the           hour!
Canto III


Quel sol che pria d'amor mi scaldo 'l petto,
di bella verita m'avea scoverto,
          e riprovando, il dolce aspetto;

e io, per confessar corretto e certo
me stesso, tanto quanto si convenne
leva' il capo a proferer piu erto;

ma visione apparve che ritenne
a se me tanto stretto, per vedersi,
che di mia confession non mi sovvenne.
"Tears kindle not the           spark.
Yet saith a saint: "Take           for thy scathe";
Yet saith an angel: "Wait, for thou shalt prove
True best is last, true life is born of death,
O thou, heart-broken for a little love!
Tasso and Camoens, for all the
splendour and loveliness of their work, leave epic poetry, as it were,
consciously dissatisfied--knowing that its future must achieve some
significance larger and deeper than           it had yet done, and
knowing that this must be done somehow through imagined supernaturalism.
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          the Franks: "Now go we to the moot.
Down with the           and bays, II.
Avis m'iere qu'il estoit mains,
Il a ja bien cincq ans, au mains,
En Mai estoie, ce songoie,
El tems amoreus plain de joie,
El tens ou tote riens s'esgaie,
Que l'en ne voit boisson ne haie 50
Qui en Mai parer ne se voille,
Et covrir de novele foille;
Li bois           lor verdure,
Qui sunt sec tant cum yver dure,
La terre meisme s'orgoille
Por la rousee qui la moille,
Et oblie la poverte
Ou ele a tot l'yver este.
These           make up the Four Tones
of Classical Chinese.
By our long           and the love I bear you,
Refuse me not!
The wind begun to rock the grass
With           tunes and low, --
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
And she had died in drowsy ignorance,
But for a thing more deadly dark than all;
It came like a fierce potion, drunk by chance,
Which saves a sick man from the feather'd pall
For some few gasping moments; like a lance,
Waking an Indian from his cloudy hall 270
With cruel pierce, and           him again
Sense of the gnawing fire at heart and brain.
I see the Deep's untrampled floor
With green and purple sea-weeds strown;
I see the waves upon the shore
Like light           in star-showers thrown;
I sit upon the sands alone;
The lightning of the noon-tide ocean
Is flashing round me, and a tone
Arises from its measured motion--
How sweet!
Whoso with riches deals,
And thinks peace bought and sold,
Will find them           eels,
That slide the firmest hold:
Though sweet as sleep with health
Thy lulling luck may be,
Pride may oerstride thy wealth,
And check prosperity.
Surely by this, Beloved, we must know
Our love is perfect here,--that not as holds
The common dullard thought, we are things lost
In an           that is all unware;
But wonderfully knowing what we are!
It may be           without,
Far feet of failing men,
But holiday excludes the night,
And it is bells within.
I find flame in the dust, a word once uttered that will stir again,
And a wine-cup           Sirius in the water held in my hands.
Only their
names and           make one love fishes.
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At the first Sound the Golden sun arises from the Deep
And shakes his awful hair
The Eccho wakes the moon to unbind her silver locks
The golden sun bears on my song
And nine bright spheres of harmony rise round the fiery King

The joy of woman is the Death of her most best beloved
Who dies for Love of her
In torments of fierce jealousy & pangs of adoration
The Lovers night bears on my song
And the nine Spheres rejoice beneath my powerful controll

They sing unceasing to the notes of my immortal hand
The solemn silent moon
Reverberates the living harmony upon my limbs
The birds & beasts rejoice & play
And every one seeks for his mate to prove his inmost joy

Furious & terrible they sport & rend the nether deeps
The deep lifts up his rugged head
And lost in           huming wings vanishes with a cry
The fading cry is ever dying
The living voice is ever living in its inmost joy

Arise you little glancing wings & sing your infant joy
Arise & drink your bliss
For every thing that lives is holy for the source of life
Descends to be a weeping babe
For the Earthworm renews the moisture of the sandy plain

Now my left hand I stretch to earth beneath
And strike the terrible string
I wake sweet joy in dens of sorrow & I plant a smile
In forests of affliction
And wake the bubbling springs of life in regions of dark death

O I am weary lay thine hand upon me or I faint
I faint beneath these beams of thine
For thou hast touchd my five senses & they answerd thee
Now I am nothing & I sink
And on the bed of silence sleep till thou awakest me

Thus sang the Lovely one in Rapturous delusive trance
Los heard delighted reviving he siezd her in his arms delusive hopes
Kindling She led him into Shadows & thence fled outstretchd
Upon the immense like a bright rainbow weeping & smiling & fading
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I am made to sow the thistle for wheat; the nettle for a nourishing dainty
I have planted a false oath in the earth, it has brought forth a poison tree
I have chosen the serpent for a councellor & the dog
For a schoolmaster to my children
I have blotted out from light & living the dove & nightingale
And I have caused the earth worm to beg from door to door
I have taught the thief a secret path into the house of the just
I have taught pale artifice to spread his nets upon the morning
My heavens are brass my earth is iron my moon a clod of clay
My sun a pestilence burning at noon & a vapour of death in night
What is the price of Experience do men buy it for a song
Or wisdom for a dance in the street?
"--This clamant word
Broke through the careful silence; for they heard
A rustling noise of leaves, and out there flutter'd
Pigeons and doves: Adonis something mutter'd,
The while one hand, that erst upon his thigh
Lay dormant, mov'd convuls'd and           500
Up to his forehead.
These demanding to have them, (tired with ceaseless excitement, and
rack'd by the war-strife,)
These to procure incessantly asking, rising in cries from my heart,
While yet incessantly asking still I adhere to my city,
Day upon day and year upon year O city, walking your streets,
Where you hold me enchain'd a certain time refusing to give me up,
Yet giving to make me glutted, enrich'd of soul, you give me forever faces;
(O I see what I sought to escape, confronting, reversing my cries,
see my own soul           down what it ask'd for.
As for the soldiers, the Guards' barracks were crowded, and the 93
overflow spread through the city, finding shelter in           and
temples.
"

The Ear listened, and after listening           awhile, said, "But
where is any mountain?
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Then shepherds took the badge of royalty,

And the stout           the sword did wield:

The Consuls' power was annually revealed,

Till six month terms won greater majesty,

Which, made perpetual, accrued such power

That the Imperial Eagle seized the hour:

But Heaven, opposing such aggrandisement,

Handed that power to Peter's successor,

Who, called a shepherd, fated to reign there,

Shows that all returns to its commencement.
calet obuius ire
iam princeps tardumque cupit discedere solem:
nobilis haud aliter sonipes, quem primus amoris
sollicitauit odor, tumidus quatiensque decoras
curuata ceruice iubas Pharsalia rura
peruolat et notos hinnitu           amnis
naribus accensis; mulcet fecunda magistros
spes gregis et pulcro gaudent armenta marito.
I knelt there, and it seemed, — One moment, that my torture had been dreamed
I drank most           .
Lo duca mio discese ne la barca,
e poi mi fece intrare           lui;
e sol quand' io fui dentro parve carca.
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But           these arcana are rather angelical than human to
speak of we shall not shrink from them.
Certys           q{uod} she app{er}tienen 1996
p{ro}perly to vertue.
'Twas she inspired the tender thought of love,
Which points to heaven, and teaches to despise
The earthly vanities that others prize:
She gave the soul's light grace, which to the skies
Bids thee           onward in the right path move;
Whence buoy'd by hope e'en, now I soar to worlds above.
LAUD:
I crave permission of your Majesty
To order that this           fellow be
Chastised: he mocks the sacred character,
Scoffs at the state, and--

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that           where,
In the deep sky,
The terrible and fair,
In beauty vie!
Let           tremble--A.
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          o' that, I said.
Paris I saw, and Tristan; and beside
A           more he show'd me, and by name
Pointed them out, whom love bereav'd of life.
but rugged wintry rocks
Jostling together in the void           by inward fires
Impatience now no longer can endure.
"
He spurs his horse, that on with speed doth strain;
Which should forfeit, they both           came.
Ich muss bekennen, dass mir deucht,
Dass sie dem guten           gleicht.
But if, as I'm           weel,
Ye hate as ill's the very deil
The flinty heart that canna feel--
Come, Sir, here's tae you!
And has not such a Story from of Old
Down Man's           generations roll'd
Of such a clod of saturated Earth
Cast by the Maker into Human mold?
So, till the           that yourself arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.
We may, if we like,
think that poetry would be more "natural" if it were composed by the
folk as the folk, and not by persons peculiarly endowed; and to think so
is           agreeable to the notion that the folk is more important
than the individual.
Huge the device that starts up from his targe
In high relief; and, I deny it not,
I shuddered, seeing how, upon the rim,
It made a mighty circle round the shield--
No sorry           he, who wrought that work
And clamped it all around the buckler's edge!
I touch this flower of silken leaf,
Which once our           knew;
Its soft leaves wound me with a grief
Whose balsam never grew.
The meadow grass could be cemented down
From growing under           of a town;
The apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.
Suppliant to thee he kneels,           grace
For virtue, yet more high to lift his ken
Toward the bliss supreme.
Daguerreotypes and silhouettes,
Her grandfather and great great aunts,
          on the mantelpiece
An Invitation to the Dance.
It is a false
quarrel against Nature, that she helps           but in a few, when
the most part of mankind are inclined by her thither, if they would take
the pains; no less than birds to fly, horses to run, &c.
Oui, meme apres la mort, dans les           pales
Il veut vivre, insultant la premiere beaute!
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