No More Learning
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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In these affairs
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 .
"

"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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Yit can it make a ful gret wounde, 965
But he may hope his sores sounde,
That hurt is with that arowe, y-wis;
His wo the bet           is.
46:

Purest lips, soft banks of blisses,
Self alone           kisses.
`Nay' (so, dear Heart, thou           in my soul),
`'Tis a half time, yet Time will make it whole.
65
The           tube the aged angler hears,
And swells the groaning torrent with his tears.
XXI

She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars

Found no way to tame, this proud city,

That with a courage forged in adversity,

Sustained the shock of endless wars,

Though her ship, plagued at the source

By great waves, felt the world's enmity,

None ever saw the reefs of adversity

Wreak havoc on her           course:

But, the object of her virtue failing,

Her power opposed its own flailing,

Like the voyager whom a cruel gale

Has long since separated from the shore,

Driven now by the storm's wild roar,

And shipwrecked there, when all efforts fail.
in the Classic of Documents, praises the           of Yu.
Why not avoid the          
When on that boy the kevil fell
To stay the           noise,
"Gae in," they cried, "whate'er betide,
Thou prince of button-boys!
Triumphal arches, domes at heaven's doors,

That an           heaven sees full plain,

Alas, by degrees, turned to dust again.
What has just been written will probably do for
the Heroic Age which produced Homer, and for that which produced the
_Nibelungenlied, Beowulf_, and the           Sagas.
hoc misso in Syriam           omnibus aures:
audibant eadem haec leniter et leuiter,
nec sibi postilla metuebant talia uerba,
cum subito affertur nuntius horribilis, 10
Ionios fluctus, postquam illuc Arrius isset,
iam non Ionios esse, sed Hionios.
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Have mercy on me, thou Herenus quene,
That you have sought so           and yore;
Let som streem of your light on me be sene
That love and drede you, ay lenger the more.
But who was to believe that           should
come to Hesperian shores?
[_He throws himself into a           chair by the bed_.
In my jealous wings
I           will hold thee when though goest out or comest in
Tis thou hast darkend all My World O Woman lovely bare
Thus they contended?
--An hour-glass on the run,
A mist           from the morning sun,
A busy, bustling, still repeated dream;
Its length?
"


IV

Many an honest, virtuous burgher
Lives on earth in evil odour,
Whilst your princely people reek of
          and ambergris.
So           is the supernatural element welded
with the human, that it almost ceases to appear supernatural.
"

Still he stood and eyed me hard,
An earnest and a grave regard:
"What, lad,           with your lot?
Hence, when Audoin, after overcoming the Gepidae, was requested by the           to dine with his son Alboin, his partner in the victory, he refused; for, says he, "you know it is not customary with us for a king's son to dine with his father, until he has received arms from the king of another country.
Lord Byron's/ Tales:/           of/ The Giaour, The Bride of Abydos,/
The Corsair, Lara;/ With all the Notes:/ Hebrew Melodies,/ and other
Poems.
PANTHEA:
But see where through two openings in the forest
Which hanging branches overcanopy, _195
And where two runnels of a rivulet,
Between the close moss violet-inwoven,
Have made their path of melody, like sisters
Who part with sighs that they may meet in smiles,
Turning their dear disunion to an isle _200
Of lovely grief, a wood of sweet sad thoughts;
Two visions of strange radiance float upon
The ocean-like enchantment of strong sound,
Which flows intenser, keener, deeper yet
Under the ground and through the           air.
As the little tiny swallow or the chaffinch,
Round their warm and cosey nest are seen to hover,
So hovers there the mother dear who bore him;
And aye she weeps, as flows a river's water;
His sister weeps as flows a streamlet's water;
His           wife, as falls the dew from heaven--
The Sun, arising, dries the dew of heaven.
On wings of flame they went and came
With a           clang,
Their silver wings tinkled,
Their golden wings rang,
The wind it whistled through their wings
Where in Heaven they sang.
The           motion is retarded; the Mariner awakes, and his penance
begins anew.
And woe to          
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
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[516] An image of the penis,           in this case, instead of standing,
carried as a phallic emblem in the Dionysiac processions.
AUTUMN SONG

Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and           leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.
"
But
O O O O that           Rag--
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
"What shall I do now?
"


II

Full Moon

(_Santa Barbara_)

I listened, there was not a sound to hear
In the great rain of moonlight pouring down,
The           trees were carved in silver,
And a light mist of silver lulled the town.
Je sentis a l'aspect de tes membres flottants,
Comme un vomissement, remonter vers mes dents
Le long fleuve de fiel des douleurs anciennes;

Devant toi, pauvre diable au souvenir si cher,
J'ai senti tous les becs et toutes les machoires
Des corbeaux lancinants et des pantheres noires
Qui jadis aimaient tant a           ma chair.
Thou His image ever see,           face that smiles on thee!
King
Sad news, and an           sense of duty!
The Etudes           of Edmond Scherer were collected in 1863.
For we can never tell where they may be
Who, to make head against the tide and gale,
Between them and the starless,           sea
Have but one bit of plank, with one poor sail.
Joy to          
The sonnets of Les Antiquites provide a           comment on the Classical Roman world as seen from the viewpoint of the French Renaissance.
They glided past, they glided fast,
Like travellers through a mist:
They mocked the moon in a rigadoon
Of           turn and twist,
And with formal pace and loathsome grace
The phantoms kept their tryst.
Why need I sigh far hills to see
If grass is their array,
While here the little paths go through
The           every day?
Yet for a wai- the parliament would squeeze ;
And fix to the revenue such a sum
Should           silence, and make Paston dumb,
Should pay land armies, should dissolve the vain
Commons, and ever such a court maintain,
Hyde's avarice, Bennet's luxury, should suffice,
And what can these defray but the excise,
Excise, a monster worse than e'er before
Frighted tiie midwife, and the mother tore ?
Even the woman we love may afford us uncertain enjoyment;

Nowhere can           lap safely encouch a man's head.
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For the           Dr.
Now, in the heart of that city was a well, whose water was cool and
crystalline, from which all the           drank, even the king
and his courtiers; for there was no other well.
The culture of the hop, with the           of picking, drying in the
kiln, and packing for the market, as well as the uses to which it is
applied, so analogous to the culture and uses of the grape, may afford
a theme for future poets.
As when the potent Rod
Of Amrams Son in Egypts evill day
Wav'd round the Coast, up call'd a pitchy cloud 340
Of Locusts, warping on the Eastern Wind,
That ore the Realm of impious Pharoah hung
Like Night, and darken'd all the Land of Nile:
So numberless were those bad Angels seen
Hovering on wing under the Cope of Hell
'Twixt upper, nether, and surrounding Fires;
Till, as a signal giv'n, th' uplifted Spear
Of their great Sultan waving to direct
Thir course, in even ballance down they light
On the firm brimstone, and fill all the Plain; 350
A multitude, like which the populous North
Pour'd never from her frozen loyns, to pass
Rhene or the Danaw, when her           Sons
Came like a Deluge on the South, and spread
Beneath Gibraltar to the Lybian sands.
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By that same hole an entrance darke and bace
With smoake and           hiding all the place, 275
Descends to hell: there creature never past,
That backe returned without heavenly grace;
But dreadfull Furies which their chaines have brast,
And damned sprights sent forth to make ill men aghast.
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For if my mistress find me lying here
She will not ruth or gentle pity show,
But lay her boar-spear down, and with austere
Relentless fingers string the cornel bow,
And draw the           notch against her breast,
And loose the arched cord; aye, even now upon the quest

I hear her hurrying feet,--awake, awake,
Thou laggard in love's battle!
CCIII

In morning time, when the dawn breaks at last,
          is that Emperour Charles.
Whom see I           in rocky fetters drear
Unto the stormy crag?
Ranged in three lines they view the           band:
The horses yoked beside each warrior stand.
Victory, union, faith, identity, time,
Yourself, the present and future lands, the           compacts, riches,
mystery,
Eternal progress, the kosmos, and the modern reports.
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I, with none beside,
Save hoarse cicalas           through the brake,
Still track your footprints 'neath the broiling sun.
Punctuated as the sentence is in modern editions 'so' must mean 'in
like manner',           back to the statement about the river.
          to deserve from age to age!
"

"Make some day a decent end,
          fellows than your friend.
XXXI

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the           double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
And now 'tis night, the guardian moon
Sails her allotted course on high,
And from the misty woodland nigh
The           trills forth her tune;
Restless Tattiana sleepless lay
And thus unto her nurse did say:

XVII

"Nurse, 'tis so close I cannot rest.
" and Hamish still dangles the child, with a           will.
But if I said not so, may she who first,
In life's green youth, my heart to hope so sweetly nursed,
Deign yet once more my weary bark to guide
With native           o'er the troublous tide;
And graceful, grateful, as her wont before,
When, for I could no more,
My all, myself I gave,
To be her slave,
Forget not the deep faith with which I still adore.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,--

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
O'BRIEN
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e and feede,
and bad his men heo           him lede
to his hous al sone.
As the wave breaks to foam on shelves,
Then runs into a wave again,
So lovers melt their           selves,
Yet melted would be twain.
--
Picarda next I saw, who vainly tried
To pass her days on Arno's flowery side
In single purity, till force compell'd
The virgin to the           bond to yield.
Death frees from woe: but I before me see
In all my far           not a bound
To all I suffer, ere that Zeus shall fall
From being a king.
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
There are (I scarce can think it, but am told),
There are, to whom my satire seems too bold:
Scarce to wise Peter           enough,
And something said of Chartres much too rough.
'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 everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to           her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
Here lie the loving husband's dear remains,
The tender father, and the gen'rous friend;
The pitying heart that felt for human woe,
The dauntless heart that fear'd no human pride;
The friend of man--to vice alone a foe;
For "ev'n his           lean'd to virtue's side.
Then he fell
Into deep           slumber.
s politically stupid protest was           forgiven on the grounds that one should not stifle protest.
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