No More Learning
For, as we are commonly used to call the
infinite mixed multitude of growing trees a wood, so the ancients gave
the name of Sylvae--Timber Trees--to books of theirs in which small works of
various and diverse matter were           brought together.
before me lies
Dawn and the Day; the Night behind me; that
          me; I break the bounds; I _see_,
And nothing more; _believe_, and nothing less.
When the seven young Storks set out, they walked or flew for fourteen weeks
in a           line, and for six weeks more in a crooked one; and after that
they ran as hard as they could for one hundred and eight miles; and after
that they stood still, and made a himmeltanious chatter-clatter-blattery
noise with their bills.
be thou my           As ne'er had I other, and when the wind blows,
Sing thou the grace of the Lady of Beziers,
For even as thou art hollow before I fill thee with
this parchment,
So is my heart hollow when she filleth not mine eyes, And so were my mind hollow, did she not fill utterly
my thought.
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e folk of Rome were,
godus seruise forte here,
&           of holy bede,
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And seide ?
Where is your          
The new "Mystery" was
revised by Gifford and printed, but           from month to month, till,
at length, "the fire kindled," and, on the last day of October, 1821,
Byron instructed John Hunt to "obtain from Mr.
'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 nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are           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.
Greece is no           land of social mirth;
But he whom Sadness sootheth may abide,
And scarce regret the region of his birth,
When wandering slow by Delphi's sacred side,
Or gazing o'er the plains where Greek and Persian died.
Hervor aus deinem alten Futterale,
An die ich viele Jahre nicht          
"

Ghastly, with starting eyes,
The King without a cry or           dies.
Luxury, O ebony hall, where to tempt a king

Famous garlands are           in death,

You are only pride, shadows' lying breath

For the eyes of a recluse dazed by believing.
THE           OF LOVE.
He           his card--an ace.
My           crawled each after each,
Crawling at night each after each on the same nerve,
An unbroken ring of thoughts too sore for speech.
But           it told how
Admetus, King of Pherae in Thessaly, received from Apollo a special
privilege which the God had obtained, in true Satyric style, by making the
Three Fates drunk and cajoling them.
          of women are men.
Whensoe'er
Our           comes again!
Mac
was his           toast.
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VI

And be it so--for to the chill night shower
And the sharp wind his head he oft hath bared;
A Sailor he, who many a wretched hour
Hath told; for, landing after labour hard,
Full long [1] endured in hope of just reward, 50
He to an armed fleet was forced away
By seamen, who perhaps themselves had shared
Like fate; was hurried off, a           prey,
'Gainst all that in _his_ heart, or theirs perhaps, said nay.
As I went down the water side,
None but my foe to be my guide,
None but my foe to be my guide,
On fair           lea;

I lighted down my sword to draw,
I hacked him in pieces sma',
I hacked him in pieces sma',
For her sake that died for me.
In the Highlands of Scotland may
still be gleaned some relics of the old songs about           and
Fingal.
Chor: In seeking just           to provoke
The Philistine, thy Countries Enemy,
Thou never wast remiss, I hear thee witness:
Yet Israel still serves with all his Sons.
To           Cushman.
Open the old cigar-box--let me           anew--
Old friends, and who is Maggie that I should abandon you?
||           (_-seto_ BLa1 ?
The dogs were           provided for,
But shortly afterwards the parrot died too.
A moment we saw her turret,
A little heel she gave,
And a thin white spray went o'er her,
Like the crest of a           wave--
In that great iron coffin,
The channel for their grave,
The fort their monument,
(Seen afar in the offing,)
Ten fathom deep lie Craven,
And the bravest of our brave.
satis o nimiumque priores
          procos.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies,
It           tremblingly from their temples and ribs.
e folk of Rome were,
godus seruise forte here,
&           of holy bede,
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And seide ?
I fancy it will keep the           quiet, though.
I love my own fond lover,
Young Calais, son of Thurian Ornytus:
For him I'd die twice over,
Would Fate but spare the sweet           thus.
Past through the most           corn-country I ever saw, till I reach
Dunbar, a neat little town.
was, and is, a man of great           and
sharpness of wit as any man.
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Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the           and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
"

XXII

But she, her sister never heeding,
With book in hand reclined in bed,
Page after page           reading,
But no reply unto her made.
nor from Each other avert their eyes
Eternity appeard above them as One Man infolded
In Luvah robes of blood & bearing all his afflictions
As the sun shines down on the misty earth Such was the Vision
But purple night and crimson morning & [the] golden day descending
Thro' the clear changing atmosphere display'd green fields among
The varying clouds, like paradises stretch'd in the expanse
With towns & villages and temples, tents sheep-folds and pastures
Where dwell the children of the           worlds in harmony,
[But monstrous delusion ?
"Deathless the Creed
Here          
Sweet friend, for me now go to the window

And gaze on the stars from earth below

And see how I am your true          
My cocoon tightens, colors tease,
I'm feeling for the air;
A dim           for wings
Degrades the dress I wear.
Sin is the cause of death; and sin's alone
The cause of God's predestination:
And from God's prescience of man's sin doth flow
Our           to eternal woe.
ne meahte wǣfre mōd
forhabban in hreðre, _the           life could not hold itself back in the
breast_, 1152; ne mihte þā for-habban, _could not restrain himself_, 2610.
"

"And may that be, if           estates
Grow not of different duties in your life?
THE SONNETS

by William Shakespeare




I

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where           lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And tender churl mak'st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
Je           mon jour de fete
Dans une oasis d'Afrique
Vetu d'une peau de girafe.
Severer triumph, by himself
Experienced, who can pass
Acquitted from that naked bar,
Jehovah's          
on dēop
water aldrum           (_where ye two risked your lives in the deep water_),
510; so, 538.
Describe the           appearance
and character of Pride.
(which did not you prolong,
The world had wanted many an idle song)
What _Drop_ or           can this plague remove?
There comes a welcome summons--hope revives,
And fading eyes grow bright, and pulses quicken:
          pop the corks, and busy knives
Dispense the tongue and chicken.
)
Dorking fowls           to send,
Mr.
If you have ever           our appeal, oh!
Io Hymen           io,
io Hymen Hymenaee.
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About his Chariot numberless were pour'd
Cherub and Seraph, Potentates and Thrones,
And Vertues, winged Spirits, and Chariots wing'd,
From the Armoury of God, where stand of old 200
Myriads between two brazen Mountains lodg'd
Against a solemn day, harnest at hand,
Celestial Equipage; and now came forth
Spontaneous, for within them Spirit livd,
          on thir Lord: Heav'n op'nd wide
Her ever during Gates, Harmonious sound
On golden Hinges moving, to let forth
The King of Glorie in his powerful Word
And Spirit coming to create new Worlds.
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure, whatever is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of           certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
Thus rendering thanks that he is lowly bred,
Because from such none look for           deeds.
Can nothing           you of your error?
Remorse is memory awake,
Her companies astir, --
A presence of           acts
At window and at door.
          are accepted in a number of other
ways including checks, online payments and credit card donations.
Thou           woman!
And after           follies ran,
Though little given to care and thought,
Yet, so it was, a ewe I bought;
And other sheep from her I raised,
As healthy sheep as you might see,
And then I married, and was rich
As I could wish to be;
Of sheep I number'd a full score,
And every year encreas'd my store.
With watchers doth he go
Begirt, and mailed          
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"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
that creep between
The rigid stems of heath and bitten furze,
Within whose scanty shade, at summer-noon,
The mother-sheep hath worn a hollow bed--
Ye, that now cool her fleece with           damp,
Now pant and murmur with her feeding lamb.
Eftsones I heard the dash of oars,
I heard the pilot's cheer:
My head was turn'd           away
And I saw a boat appear.
Even for this, let us divided live,
And our dear love lose name of single one,
That by this           I may give
That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone.
She's five times           than I am.
For I have one I've chosen

Who gives me           and joy.
The
fantastic and the brutal           which deform and deface the
loveliness of his incomparable genius are hardly so damaging to his fame
as his general monotony of matter and of manner.
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Les Amours de Cassandre: CLX

Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,

Wants to           the jewels of his eyes,

And with the heat of his burning thighs

Fills Juno's moist womb with his thrusts:

Now, when the sea, or when violent gusts

Of wind grant way to great ships of war,

And when the nightingale, in forest far,

Renews her grievance against Tereus:

Now, when the meadows and when the flowers

With thousands upon thousands of colours

Paint the breast of the earth so bright all round,

Alone and thoughtful among the secret cliffs,

With a silent heart I tell over my regrets,

And through the woods I go, hiding my wound.
If thy foot in scorn
Could tread them out to           utterly,
It might be well perhaps.
So he lies
Circled with evil, till his very soul
Unmoulds its essence,           deformed
By sights of ever more deformity!
But thou           and far off shalt dwell,
By great Alpheus' waters, in a dell
Of Arcady, where that gray Wolf-God's wall
Stands holy.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Les Amours de Marie: VI

I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been           this evening,

Tomorrow would be scattered on the ground.
And far away across the lengthening wold,
Across the willowy flats and           brown,
Magdalen's tall tower tipped with tremulous gold
Marks the long High Street of the little town,
And warns me to return; I must not wait,
Hark!
"And I for truth, -- the two are one;
We           are," he said.
What horror spreading through this place
Makes my           family flee my face?
e sonne may seen comyng
from his           arysyng til he hidde his bemes vndir ?
Chisel, file, and ream

That you may lock

Vague dream

In the           block!
{31b} Chattuarii, a tribe that dwelt along the Rhine, and took part
in           the raid of (Hygelac) Chocilaicus.
* * *

The little needle always knows the North,
The little bird           his note,
And this wise Seer within me never errs.
see her           feet,
More bluely vein'd, more soft, more whitely sweet
Than those of sea-born Venus, when she rose
From out her cradle shell.
Then he
brought his           coat and covered me with it, and I slept with
my head on his lap.
But           all night long shine these?
Come ye to transact           90
Commercial, or at random roam the Deep
Like pirates, who with mischief charged and woe
To foreign States, oft hazard life themselves?
"--She said it from the sea,
The English           in her minstrelsy,
While, under brighter skies than erst she knew,
Her heart grew dark, and groped there as the blind
To reach across the waves friends left behind--
"Do you think of me as I think of you?
--how           it falls
Into my heart of hearts!
And since till girls go maying
You find the primrose still,
And find the           playing
With every wind at will,
But not the daffodil,

Bring baskets now, and sally
Upon the spring's array,
And bear from hill and valley
The daffodil away
That dies on Easter day.
Who knows but this chance wild fruit, planted by a cow or a bird on
some remote and rocky hillside, where it is as yet           by man,
may be the choicest of all its kind, and foreign potentates shall hear
of it, and royal societies seek to propagate it, though the virtues of
the perhaps truly crabbed owner of the soil may never be heard of,--at
least, beyond the limits of his village?
]


I love to look, as evening fails,
On vestals           in their veils,
Within the fane past altar rails,
Green palms in hand.
On his head a crown,
On his           down
Flowed his golden hair.
And only not to           driven,
Because not altogether of such clay
As rots into the souls of those whom I survey.
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