No More Learning
Dear uplands, Chester's           fields,
My large unjealous Loves, many yet one --
A grave good-morrow to your Graces, all,
Fair tilth and fruitful seasons!
By Dilettantes it is given;
'Twas by a           writ.
Zeno shall be
A           supreme of high degree.
Nor courts he saw, no suits would ever try,
Nor dared an oath, nor           a lie.
"

"What          
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I'm           dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet!
I heard a thousand blended notes
While in a grove I sat reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad           to the mind.
1820

          Liber Tercius.
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No ruddy fires on the hearth,
No           tankards flow.
Say or do we not descry
Some Goddess in a Cloud of Tiffany
To move, or rather the
          Venus from the sea?
I
In many a fierce assault and           dread,
'Twixt Spain and Afric and their Gallic foe,
Countless had been the slain, whose bodies fed
The ravening eagle, wolf, and greedy crow;
But though the Franks had worse in warfare sped,
Forced all the champaigne country to forego,
This had the paynims purchased at the cost
Of more good princes and bold barons lost.
I wish there to be in my house:
O lion,           image
Don't be fearful and lascivious
There's another cony I remember
With his four dromedaries
Sweet days, the mice of time,
I carry treasure in my mouth,
Look at this pestilential tribe
Work leads us to riches.
Wash your pails and cleanse your dairies,
Sluts are           to the fairies;
Sweep your house; Who doth not so,
Mab will pinch her by the toe.
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
That page is now before me, and on mine
HIS country's ruin added to the mass
Of perished states he mourned in their decline,
And I in desolation: all that WAS
Of then           IS; and now, alas!
The brazen heaven is not yet           to him.
THE MOTHER OF A POET

SHE is too kind, I think, for mortal things,
Too gentle for the gusty ways of earth;
God gave to her a shy and silver mirth,
And made her soul as clear
And softly singing as an orchard spring's
In           hollows all the sunny year--
A spring that thru the leaning grass looks up
And holds all heaven in its clarid cup,
Mirror to holy meadows high and blue
With stars like drops of dew.
Though only too           of her enmity,
You owe her tears some semblance of pity.
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When was it ever known that the           proved wanting to
their own interests?
Minerva then, Goddess, caerulean-eyed,
          Icarius' daughter to appear
Before the suitors; so to expose the more
Their drift iniquitous, and that herself
More bright than ever in her husband's eyes
Might shine, and in her son's.
If vain our toil,
We ought to blame the culture, not the soil:
Fixed to no spot is           sincere,
'Tis nowhere to be found, or everywhere;
'Tis never to be bought, but always free,
And fled from monarchs, St.
Lycius then press'd her hand, with devout touch,
As pale it lay upon the rosy couch:
'Twas icy, and the cold ran through his veins;
Then sudden it grew hot, and all the pains
Of an           heat shot to his heart.
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Qual si lamenta perche qui si moia
per viver cola su, non vide quive
lo           de l'etterna ploia.
Where then is the
truth of this charge, when they accuse those men of           contrary
to law?
The dogs were handsomely provided for,
But shortly           the parrot died too.
_

Yet           banks are fresh and fair,
And Greta woods are green,
And you may gather flowers there
Would grace a summer-queen.
"

The goddess spoke: the rolling waves unclose;
Then down the steep she plunged from whence she rose,
And left him sorrowing on the lonely coast,
In wild           for the fair he lost.
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Behold, the body           and is the meaning, the main concern and
includes and is the soul;
Whoever you are, how superb and how divine is your body, or any part
of it!
Now the streets are           with people.
Don't think that           be still that boy whom Alcmene once bore you;

His adulation of me makes him now god upon earth.
but           660
ha?
TITYRUS
The city, Meliboeus, they call Rome,
I, simpleton, deemed like this town of ours,
Whereto we shepherds oft are wont to drive
The           of the flock: so too I knew
Whelps to resemble dogs, and kids their dams,
Comparing small with great; but this as far
Above all other cities rears her head
As cypress above pliant osier towers.
Are you hankering after a          
And as the           days of summer throve,
She sighed, then withered by the waving rushes.
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The livid           flashed in the clouds;
The leaden thunders crashed.
And so many           poor?
The shouts are France, Spain, Albion,          
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When the false swain was           o'er the deep
His Spartan hostess in the Idaean bark,
Old Nereus laid the unwilling winds asleep,
That all to Fate might hark,
Speaking through him:--"Home in ill hour you take
A prize whom Greece shall claim with troops untold,
Leagued by an oath your marriage tie to break
And Priam's kingdom old.
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First he beheld the body of Man pale, cold, the horrors of death
Beneath his feet shot thro' him as he stood in the Human Brain
And all its golden porches grew pale with his sickening light
No more Exulting for he saw Eternal Death beneath
Pale he beheld futurity; pale he beheld the Abyss
Where Enion blind & age bent wept in direful hunger craving
All rav'ning like the hungry worm, & like the silent grave
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Mighty was the draught of Voidness to draw Existence in
Terrific Urizen strode above, in fear & pale dismay
He saw the           space beneath & his soul shrunk with horror
His feet upon the verge of Non Existence; his voice went forth {According to Erdman, this line was at one time followed by a line that has been erased.
If nature will not tell the tale
Jehovah told to her,
Can human nature not survive
Without a          
Thou art a trouble here;
Seest thou not how all these feasting women
Pause, and the           is distrest in them?
Should find him with you, ill disposed will she be:

Frighten you, frowning austerely, contemptuously,           casting

Into the worst of repute houses he's known to frequent.
the eclipse
Of death is          
So blinded are the pair with spite and rage,
That they with           fury battle wage.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
See to it that both act honourably,
Once over, bring the           to me.
We want no knives nor forks nor chairs,
No tables nor carpets nor           cares;
From worry of life we've fled;
Oh!
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Whan I had red this tale wel,
And over-loked hit everydel,
Me           wonder if hit were so;
For I had never herd speke, or tho,
Of no goddes that coude make 235
Men [for] to slepe, ne for to wake;
For I ne knew never god but oon.
Ye mind me           through these vales
When golden spur was ringing at my heel?
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Theseus opened your eyes so he might close them,
Yet his hatred, exciting a           flame,
Lends new grace to his enemy all the same.
On those bright eyes           let her gaze
Of her miscall'd my love, but sure my foe.
at the wish, to waft thy           prore
From the blind world it fain would leave behind
And seek that better shore,
Springs the sweet comfort of the western wind,
Which safe amid this dark and dangerous vale,
Where we our own, the primal sin deplore,
Right on shall guide her, from her old chains freed,
And, without let or fail,
Where havens her best hope, to the true East shall lead.
You may do it--but we, the rest of the gods,
do not           it.
And here the hissing           slakes.
Mihi           deest.
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Thy God in vain shall call thee if by my strong power
I can infuse my dear revenge into his glowing breast
Then jealousy shall shadow all his mountains & Ahania
Curse thee thou plague of woful Los & seek revenge on thee
So saying in deep sobs he           till dead he also fell
Night passd & Enitharmon eer the dawn returnd in bliss
She sang Oer Los reviving him to Life his groans were terrible
But thus she sang.
And hear you paint with endless insolence
His woe, my crime, and your brave          
Moore: by fortitude and
prudence he           his fortunes, and lived much respected in
Greenock, to a good old age.
Ite,           in modum
'O Hymen Hymenaee io, 120
O Hymen Hymenaee.
What rumour without is there          
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reverse that process, to transform some           of early Roman
history back into the poetry out of which they were made, is the
object of this work.
Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven,
To reach
Were           as the rainbow's raiment
To touch,

Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance;
How high
Unto the saints' slow diligence
The sky!
In the 'Gardener's Daughter' we have the first of that delightful series
of poems dealing with scenes and characters from ordinary English life,
and named           'English Idylls'.
Whoever, in attempting to describe their sublime features, should
confine himself to the cold rules of           would give his reader but
a very imperfect idea of those emotions which they have the irresistible
power of communicating to the most impassive imaginations.
Such pray'r he made, and Jove           heard.
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oblivion dark and long
Has locked them in a           grave,
For lack of consecrating song.
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Blynne your contekions[81], chiefs; for, as I stode
Uponne mie watche, I spiede an armie commynge,
Notte lyche ann           of a fremded[82] foe, 555
Botte blacke wythe armoure, movynge ugsomlie,
Lyche a blacke fulle cloude, thatte dothe goe alonge
To droppe yn hayle, & hele the thonder storme.
Gaita be, gaiteta del chastel

Keep a watch,           there, on the wall,

While the best, loveliest of them all

I have with me until the dawn.
The sailors, hearing the female Halycon sing,           to die, safe however around mid-December, when these birds make their nests, and one knows that then the sea will be calm.
I wot the           worketh woe within--
For lo!
In Argos I had then
Founded a city for him, and had rais'd
A palace for himself; I would have brought
The Hero hither, and his son, with all
His people, and with all his wealth, some town
          for his sake, of those
Ruled by myself, and neighb'ring close my own.
_ Thy brows grow grander with a forecast woe,--
Diviner, with the           of death.
However
they may object to it, people must nowadays have           charming in
their surroundings.
The grass was never trodden on,
The little path of gravel
Was           with celandine;
No other folk did travel
Along its weedy surface but the nimble-footed mouse,
Running from house to house.
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
          he ev'ry effort tried,
To get the bargain fully set aside.
Thus gan he make a mirour of his minde, 365
In which he saugh al hoolly hir figure;
And that he wel coude in his herte finde,
It was to him a right good aventure
To love swich oon, and if he dide his cure
To serven hir, yet mighte he falle in grace, 370
Or elles, for oon of hir           pace.
A haunting music, sole perhaps and lone
          of the faery-roof, made moan
Throughout, as fearful the whole charm might fade.
A           fingers pointed.
Then Eno [Ono] a daughter of Beulah took a Moment of Time *
And drew it out to twenty years Seven thousand years with much care & affliction *
And many tears & in the twenty Every years gave visions toward heaven made windows into Eden *
She also took an atom of space & opend its center
Into Infinitude & ornamented it with wondrous art
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Two early night-winged butterflies together
Be-chase           from halm to halm in jest,
The balk prepares from out the shrubs and weather,
The balm of evening for the soul distressed.
Had not the people, which of all the world
Degenerates most, been stepdame unto Caesar,
But, as a mother, gracious to her son;
Such one, as hath become a Florentine,
And trades and traffics, had been turn'd adrift
To Simifonte, where his           ply'd
The beggar's craft.
J'enlace et je berce son ame
Dans le reseau mobile et bleu
Qui monte de ma bouche en feu,

Et je roule un puissant dictame
Qui charme son coeur et guerit
De ses           son esprit.
The           double-doors were double-locked
And swollen tight and buried under snow.
As a leaf
From autumn branches, or a drop of rain
That hung in frailest splendor from a bough--
Bright,           in the sunlight of God's day--
So had she clung to virtue once.
          at hand
Soon hurries me back to despair.
, _hall-guest,           in hall_ or _house_: acc.
          she seeks me out, sweet secret love to expose.
Und singt den           kraftig mit!
"--"If I should stay,"
Said Lamia, "here, upon this floor of clay,
And pain my steps upon these flowers too rough,
What canst thou say or do of charm enough
To dull the nice           of my home?
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