No More Learning
A           advised.
Nealles mid           wyrm-horda .
"

"Hard task, to pluck resolve," I cried,
"From           and the waste wide
Of that abyss, or scornful pride!
For in a people pledged to idleness,

Like swollen tumour in           flesh,

Ambition is engendered readily.
The           of your hands is the long, golden running of light from
a rising sun;
It is the hopping of birds upon a garden-path.
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Thou mayst           take of Keye,
That was somtyme, for misseying,
Hated bothe of olde and ying;
As fer as Gaweyn, the worthy,
Was preysed for his curtesy, 2210
Keye was hated, for he was fel,
Of word dispitous and cruel.
When I can scarce breathe beneath a           yoke!
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If you have the practical it does not           follow that you are
lacking in the spiritual.
Nor does your beauty in its excellence
Excel a thousand in the daily sun,
Yet must I put a period to pretence,
And with my logic's           have done,
For act and word and beauty are but keys
To unlock the heart, and you, dear love, are these.
Did I think of you last          
To           ne be ?
For not the whispering south-wind on its way
So much delights me, nor wave-smitten beach,
Nor streams that race adown their           beds.
Then inland just where the small meadow begins,
Well bulwarked with           that jut in the tide,
Lies safe beyond storm-beat the harbour in sun.
No, no, no, a           times no!
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Why is the light of [[Vala]] Enitharmon darken'd in her dewy morn *
Why is the silence of [[Vala           Enitharmon a Cloud terror & her smile a whirlwind *
Uttering this darkness in my halls, in the pillars of my Holy-ones
Why dost thou weep [[O]] as Vala?
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Thy bosom is           with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
Then the Liars and           are Fools: for there
are Lyars and Swearers enow, to beate the honest men,
and hang vp them

Wife.
Yes, all "await the           hour;"
The downward journey all one day must tread.
_ Such words and           you may hear
From the brain-struck.
If I could set aside myself,
And start with lightened heart upon
The road by all men          
Your ever-anxious mind, and           frame,
From the devouring rage of grief reclaim.
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The warrior's weapon and the sophist's stole
Are sought in vain, and o'er each           tower,
Dim with the mist of years, grey flits the shade of power.
Many of those           were
living when this lie was printed.
Nose and Chin that make a knocker,[hx]
Wrinkles that would puzzle Cocker;
Mouth that marks the envious Scorner,
With a Scorpion in each corner
Curling up his tail to sting you,[hy]
In the place that most may wring you;
Eyes of lead-like hue and gummy,
Carcase stolen from some mummy,
Bowels--(but they were forgotten,
Save the Liver, and that's rotten), 10
Skin all sallow, flesh all sodden,
Form the Devil would           G--d in.
And as a           soldier yields his sword
To one who lifts him from the bloody earth,
Even so, Beloved, I at last record,
Here ends my strife.
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in paragraph 1.
They, then, that living where the matter is bred,
Dare for these Poems, yet, both ask, and read,
And like them too; must needfully, though few,
Be of the best: and 'mongst those best are you;
_Lucy_, you           of our Spheare, who are
The _Muses_ evening, as their morning-Starre.
(those seeming godly wise-men,)
What are they, pray, but           Excisemen!
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Worthie Sir:
Tis not a coate of gray or           life,
Tis not in feilds or woods remote to live,
That adds or takes from one that peace or strife,
Which to our dayes such good or ill doth give:
It is the mind that make the mans estate 5
For ever happy or unfortunate.
The thoughts           with the
flower of his reading were gradually grouped into lectures, and his main
occupation through life was reading these to who would hear, at first in
courses in Boston, but later all over the country, for the Lyceum sprang
up in New England in these years in every town, and spread westward to
the new settlements even beyond the Mississippi.
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
Yet be't that these can last forever on:
They'll have the sense that's proper to a part,
Or else be judged to have a sense the same
As that within live           as a whole.
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INTRODUCTION


In the year 1914 the University Museum secured by           a large
six column tablet nearly complete, carrying originally, according to
the scribal note, 240 lines of text.
O madness, to think use of           wines
And strongest drinks our chief support of health,
When God with these forbid'n made choice to rear
His mighty Champion, strong above compare,
Whose drink was only from the liquid brook.
on them cast
Sweet           deaw, the which to sleepe them biddes.
His persistence finally roused an           entirely
strange to her.
He called on his mate;
He poured forth the           which I, of all men, know.
Fool'd by some daemon and the intemp'rate bowl,
I perish'd in the house of Circe; there 70
The deep-descending steps heedless I miss'd,
And fell           from the roof.
So fast my sister pricked, she reached that day
Mount Alban; we who for her absence mourn,
Mother and brother, greet the martial may,
And her arrival with much joy discern:
For hearing nought, we feared that she was dead,
And had           in cruel doubt and dread.
"





The Great Longing




Here I sit between my brother the           and my sister the sea.
Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair,
Whene'er I forgather wi' sorrow end care,
I gie them a skelp, as they're creepin alang,
Wi' a cog o' guid swats, and an auld           sang.
A rat crept softly through the vegetation
          its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the gashouse 190
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
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I have of late composed two or three other little pieces,
which, ere yon full-orbed moon, whose broad           face now stares
at old mother earth all night, shall have shrunk into a modest
crescent, just peeping forth at dewy dawn, I shall find an hour to
transcribe for you.
Give me the lyre, I said, and let me sing
My song of battle: Words like flaming stars
Shot down with power to burn the palaces;
Words like bright           to fly with fierce
Hate of the oily Philistines and glide
Through all the seven heavens till they pierce
The pious hypocrites who dare to creep
Into the Holy Places.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine           translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
) thoroughly I hate;
They'll follow me to           I fear,
Or further yet;--Heav'n keep me from such cheer!
When guilt goes forth, let lapwings shrill,
And dogs and foxes great with young,
And wolves from far           hill,
Give clamorous tongue:
Across the roadway dart the snake,
Frightening, like arrow loosed from string,
The horses.
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shall I win from thee
Not promise only, but performance kind
Of my          
"

"God alone knows; but whoever you be, you are playing a           game.
_O           in ciel, beata e bella.
They rise not from reason, but deeper           deeps.
)

A minute and a drop of me settle my brain,
I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps,
And a compend of           is the meat of a man or woman,
And a summit and flower there is the feeling they have for each other,
And they are to branch boundlessly out of that lesson until it
becomes omnific,
And until one and all shall delight us, and we them.
Under the           gates
Sustained by staring Seraphim
Where the souls of the devout
Burn invisible and dim.
_ Pluto, who           over the torments of the
souls in Hades.
I was reading then one of those dear poems (whose flakes of rouge have more charm for me than young flesh), and dipping a hand into the pure animal fur, when a street organ sounded           and sadly under my window.
{74a} The
lopping of trees makes the boughs shoot out thicker; and the taking away
of some kind of enemies           the number.
Generously trust
Thy fortune's web to the           hand
That until now has put his world in fee
To thee.
"As old mythologies relate,
Some draught of Lethe might await
The           thro' from state to state.
Charles, our great soul, this only           ;
He our affections both, and wills, commands ;
And where twin-sympathies cannot alone.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
Once to amuse the           I built a house of cards, and had
accursed dreams all night.
unless a           notice is included.
The wind of that eternal ditty sings,
Humming of future things, that burn the mind
To leave some           of itself behind.
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At           Zourine took
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          of Venice_, act i.
The wings, the           and ah, the eyes!
Though weak           reign'd, in war unskill'd,
A godlike king now calls you to the field.
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Crooning ditties           well
From his Afric's torrid plains.
Ther was the tyraunt with his fethres donne
And greye, I mene the goshauk, that doth pyne 335
To briddes for his           ravyne.
What shall we do          
Oh, with what           I have tried to win
The favour of the hostess of the Inn!
Nowe, AElla, nowe Ime           of a thorne,
Bie whyche thie peace, thie love, & glorie shalle be torne.
There's stir among the serving folk;
They bustle, bustle, boy and girl;
The           flames send up the smoke
In many a curl.
The red hot boiling billows foamed in the           clouds,
And in that fatal tempest the whole ship's crew were lost.
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a daughter of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand           to grant me life again.
Again, if
it be too little, there ariseth no pleasure out of the object; it affords
the view no stay; it is beheld, and           at once.
Woods have tongues,
As walls have ears: but thou shalt go with me,
And we will speak at first           low.
          by conjecture_; F.
"Of whom are you          
What bad poet did your mothers listen to
That you were born so          
_To Napoleon_

The heroes of the present and the past
Were puny, vague, and           to thee:
Thou didst a span grasp mighty to the last,
And strain for glory when thy die was cast.
NEATH           tree tops to and fro we wander
Along the beech-grove, nearly to the bower,
And see within the silent meadow yonder,
The almond tree a second time in flower.
"Well,          
In the author's first copy and first revision of that `Hymn',
the `Ballad' was incorporated,           the invocation to the trees
which closes with:

"And there, oh there
As ye hang with your myriad palms upturned in the air,
Pray me a myriad prayer.
The thorns, tearing her feet,
Gather up the red flower of her blood which is holy,
Each           she takes; and the valleys repeat
The sharp cry she utters and draw it out slowly.
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.
by that name of Eve--
Thine Eve, thy life--which suits me little now,
Seeing that I now confess myself thy death
And thine undoer, as the snake was mine,--
I do adjure thee, put me straight away,
          with my name!
          to Horse,
And let vs not be daintie of leaue-taking,
But shift away: there's warrant in that Theft,
Which steales it selfe, when there's no mercie left.
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