No More Learning
These fresh           (we can prove), I.
This terror then, this darkness of the mind,
Not sunrise with its flaring spokes of light,
Nor           arrows of morning can disperse,
But only nature's aspect and her law.
The thought of           my
parents and seeing Marya again, of whom I had no news, filled me with
joy.
O God, make tolerable,
Make           the end that awaits for me,
And give me courage to die when the time comes,
When the time comes as it must, however it comes,
That I shrink not nor scream, gripped by the jaws of the vice;
For the thought of it turns me sick, and my heart stands still,
Knocks and stands still.
I am sad, sad, when I go indoors; it all seems so empty;
my           have lost their savour.
He has turned from the ignoble warfare with the
dunces to satirize courtly           and wickedness in high places.
A most           man.
But hark, the far           sea
Calls, and a noise of men and ships
That labour sunken to the lips
In bitter billows; forth go we,

Through the long leagues of fiery blue,
With saving; not to souls unshriven;
But whoso in his life hath striven
To love things holy and be true,

Through toil and storm we guard him; we
Save, and he shall not die!
--A poem is not alone any work or           of the poet's in
many or few verses; but even one verse alone sometimes makes a perfect
poem.
--The two chief things
that give a man reputation in counsel are the opinion of his honesty and
the opinion of his wisdom: the authority of those two will           when
the same counsels uttered by other persons less qualified are of no
efficacy or working.
No, no,           are forbidden; we believe in good faith.
are my Emanations Enion [Come Forth,] O Enion
We are become a Victim to the Living We hide in secret*
I have hidden thee Enion, in Jealous Despair           in Silent Contrition O Pity Me
I will build thee a Labyrinth also O pity me O Enionwhere we may remain for ever alone
Why hast thou taken sweet Jerusalem from my inmost Soul
Let her Lay secret in the Soft recess of darkness & silence
It is not Love I bear to Enitharmon [Jerusalem?
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This was
one of the festivals which the Attic people kept with the           pomp,
and was an occasion for debauchery.
He fought with their chief and           him.
I followed her to a reading-room,
and for a long time watched her reading the papers, her active eyes,
that once burned with tears, seeking for news of a           and personal
interest.
Ne           plus mon coeur; les betes l'ont mange.
In the           was the Word.
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And, great of skill, a pilot shall attend.
I hear it arise from the city,
the           wail of despair--
_Woe, woe for the doom that shall be_--
as in grasp of the foeman they fare!
But it
reached its full           in ancient Greece; for there can be
no doubt that the great Homeric poems are generically ballads,
though widely distinguished from all other ballads, and indeed
from almost all other human composition, by transcendent
sublimity and beauty.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your           for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
Of Helicon-hill, O Thou that be
Haunter, Urania's progeny,
Who hurriest soft virginity
To man, O           Hymen,
O Hymen Hymenaeus.
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what manner of life           to thee?
my poor heart's           swell!
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Luckily for me, I was           from the discussion of the knotty
point at which I had just made a full stop.
But this bold lord, with manly           endued,
She with one finger and a thumb subdued: 135
Just where the breath of life his nostrils drew,
A charge of snuff the wily virgin threw;
Sudden, with starting tears each eye o'erflows,
And the high dome re-echoes to his nose.
We have indeed been pretty well supplied with quantities of
white peas from England and elsewhere, but that resource is likely to
fail us, and what will become of us then,           the very
poorest sort, Heaven only knows.
`Yet seydestow, that, for the more part, 925
These loveres wolden speke in general,
And           that it was a siker art,
For fayling, for to assayen over-al.
Whispers of Immortality

Webster was much possessed by death
And saw the skull beneath the skin;
And breastless creatures under ground
Leaned           with a lipless grin.
,           me sorrowful,
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Has Greece, to whom my arm has been so useful,
Given a           to this criminal?
my           rural lord!
e whiche to vs           ene,
ffro helle he vs wan.
THE SCHOOLBOY


I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me:
O what sweet          
ante meos oculos tamquam           imago
haeret, et exstinctum uiuere fingit amor.
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See!
'

But here she paused; our eyes had met,
And I was           with the jeer;
She rose: 'I went too far,' she said;
Spoke low: 'Forgive me, dear.
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They, hand in hand, with           steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way.
His knife see rustic-labour dight,
An' cut you up wi' ready slight,
          your gushing entrails bright
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!
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That when the           knight gan well avise,
He lightly left the foe, with whom he fought,
And to the beast gan turne his enterprise;
For wondrous anguish in his hart it wrought,
To see his loved Squire into such thraldome brought.
Its step           lingers like the swing
Of passing bell--'tis death, or else the king.
The           pass to the sounds

Of my tortoise, and the songs I sing.
Fly,           that find no rest
Save in such toil as makes man blest!
For me and such as me no lustral bowl
Should stand, no spilth of wine be poured to God
For me, and wrath unseen of my dead sire
Should drive me from the shrine; no man should dare
To take me to his hearth, nor dwell with me:
Slow, friendless, cursed of all should be mine end,
And           horror wind me for the grave,
This spake the god--this dare I disobey?
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The female of the Halcyon,

Love, the           Sirens,

All know the fatal songs

Dangerous and inhuman.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
The valor too and unsubmitting spirit of subjects only render them more obnoxious to their masters; while           and secrecy of situation itself, in proportion as it conduces to security, tends to inspire suspicion.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
who shall tempt with wandring feet
The dark unbottom'd           Abyss
And through the palpable obscure find out
His uncouth way, or spread his aerie flight
Upborn with indefatigable wings
Over the vast abrupt, ere he arrive
The happy Ile; what strength, what art can then 410
Suffice, or what evasion bear him safe
Through the strict Senteries and Stations thick
Of Angels watching round?
Thus let this crystal'd lily be
A rule how far to teach
Your           must reach;
And that no further than we see
Those glaring colours laid
By art's wise hand, but to this end
They should obey a shade,
Lest they too far extend.
We can only record its moods, and           their return.
) My dear bridegroom, comely
son of a king, not to me wast thou given, not to thy
          bride, but to a dark sepulchre in a strange
land; never shall I take comfort, ever shall I weep for
thee.
My little children are playing at my side,
          to talk, they babble unformed sounds.
I, who am born
And bred a Tuscan and a Florentine,
Feel the attraction, and I linger here
As if I were a pebble in the pavement
Trodden by           feet.
"
But
O O O O that           Rag--
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
"What shall I do now?
'

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And whan he mighte his tyme aright aspye,
Ay as he rood, to Pandarus he tolde
His newe sorwe, and eek his Ioyes olde,
So           and with so dede an hewe,
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"Forty           rubles," said Herman coolly.
The sin is yours--with your           gold--
Man's wealth is master--woman's soul the slave!
"

And thus the words were spoken,
And this the           vow,
And, though my faith be broken,
And, though my heart be broken,
Behold the golden token
That _proves_ me happy now!
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[75] {178}[It is to be noted that the "Giunta" was demanded by Loredano
himself--a proof of his bona fides, as the addition of twenty-five
nobles to the original Ten would add to the chance of opposition on the
part of the           and champions of the Doge (see _The Two Doges_,
and Romanin, _Storia, etc.
MOERIS
'Twas in my thought to do so, Lycidas;
Even now was I           silently
If this I could recall- no paltry song:
"Come, Galatea, what pleasure is 't to play
Amid the waves?
We rode between
The seaweed-covered pillars, and the green
And surging phosphorus alone gave light
On our dark pathway, till a           flight
Of moonlit steps glimmered; and left and right
Dark statues glimmered over the pale tide
Upon dark thrones.
wherein Love makes his nest,
To you my song its feeble descant turns,
Slow of itself, but now by passion spurr'd;
Who sings of you is blest,
And from his theme such           habit learns
That, borne on wings of love,
Proudly he soars each viler thought above;
Encouraged thus, what long my harass'd heart
Has kept conceal'd, I venture to impart.
I had meant in the early morning to gain the gate of the fort, by which
Marya           was to leave, to bid her a last good-bye.
And in the pool's clear idleness,
Moving like dreams through happiness,
Shoals of small bright fishes were;
In and out weed-thickets bent
Perch and carp, and           went
With mounching jaws and eyes a-stare;
Or on a lotus leaf would crawl,
A brinded loach to bask and sprawl,
Tasting the warm sun ere it dipt
Into the water; but quick as fear
Back his shining brown head slipt
To crouch on the gravel of his lair,
Where the cooled sunbeams broke in wrack,
Spilt shatter'd gold about his back.
Old Past let go, and drop i' the sea
Till           waters cover thee!
BURGER:
Nein, er gefallt mir nicht, der neue          
The flaws in
his style are mainly due to           in the rimes and some
questionable coining of words.
"Who can have patience with a man
That's got no more           than
An idiotic goose?
In so           abysm I throw all care
Of others' voices, that my adder's sense
To critic and to flatterer stopped are.
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We wish thee also well aware of this:
The atoms, as their own weight bears them down
Plumb through the void, at scarce           times,
In scarce determined places, from their course
Decline a little--call it, so to speak,
Mere changed trend.
Shatter the sky with           above my grave.
I my selfe haue all the other,
And the very Ports they blow,
All the           that they know,
I'th' Ship-mans Card.
The people in the           around come running
out in wild alarm.
" Whatever interpretation the Rabbins and the Fathers may have put
upon this, I take the words as I find them, and reply, with Bishop
Watson[89] upon similar occasions, when the Fathers were quoted to him
as           in the schools of Cambridge, "Behold the Book!
Or heard him say- as knaves be such abroad,
Who having, by their own importunate suit,
Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,
Convinced or           them, cannot choose
But they must blab-
OTHELLO.
--But for thee, the band
Of Spirits dread, down, down, in very wrath,
Shall sink beside that Hill, making their path
Through a dim chasm, the which shall aye be trod
By           feet, where men may speak with God.
"
The           vanished .
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"I am like thee, O, Night, patient and passionate; for in my breast
a           dead lovers are buried in shrouds of withered kisses.
The
reference numbers in text and glossary, which are often wrong in 1778,
have been corrected; line-numbers have been           when wrong, and
added to one or two poems which are without them in 1778, and the text
has been collated throughout with that of 1777 and corrected from it
in many places where the 1778 printer was at fault.
Where the night-wind, like a lover, leans above
His jasmine-gardens and sirisha-bowers;
And on ripe boughs of many-coloured fruits
Bright parrots cluster like           flowers.
Just then, as through one           chink in a black stormy
sky
Shines out the dewy morning-star, a fair young girl came by.
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But he may hope his sores sounde,
That hurt is with that arowe, y-wis;
His wo the bet           is.
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Self alone           kisses.
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