No More Learning
Out in the evening roam,
Out from thy room thou know'st in every part,
And far in the dim distance leave thy home,
          thou art.
The           that shall jeer and fleer at men,
Makes enemies for himself and for his king;
And if he jeer not seeing the true man
Behind his folly, he is thrice the fool;
And if he see the man and still will jeer,
He is child and fool, and traitor to the State.
The former line indicates the           of the
Caucasus_, the latter, _The Fountain of Baktchiserai_.
Stroke the cool forehead, hot so often,
Lift, if you can, the           hair;
Handle the adamantine fingers
Never a thimble more shall wear.
92 how could I bring myself to discuss our          
")
Do I dare
Disturb the          
Dost lawless           grasp?
The "Chanson" does, indeed, make some show of beginning in the third
section, but it still moves with a cautious and           air, as if
anxious not to launch out too soon.
Or is't the paughty, feudal Thane,
Wi' ruffl'd sark an'           cane,
Wha thinks himsel nae sheep-shank bane,
But lordly stalks,
While caps and bonnets aff are taen,
As by he walks!
COME

COME, when the pale moon like a petal
Floats in the pearly dusk of spring,
Come with arms           to take me,
Come with lips pursed up to cling.
In           Germany, think of
Italy.
As when the smith an hatchet or large axe
Temp'ring with skill, plunges the hissing blade 460
Deep in cold water, (whence the           of steel)
So hiss'd his eye around the olive-wood.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
Those gods you           weep will return!
His malice in his chere was kid;
Ful greet he was, and blak of hewe,
Sturdy and hidous, who-so him knewe;
Like sharp           his here was growe, 3135
His eyes rede as the fire-glow;
His nose frounced ful kirked stood,
He com criand as he were wood,
And seide, 'Bialacoil, tel me why
Thou bringest hider so boldly 3140
Him that so nygh [is] the roser?
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Blow again          
Drive my dead           over the universe
Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
We've no           down there at all.
My plot, for           of the?
Flame passes under us
and sparks that unknot the flesh,
sorrow, splitting bone from bone,
splendour athwart our eyes
and rifts in the splendour,
sparks and           light.
Yet the sibyl with           face still sleeps

Under the arch of Constantine

- And the austere portico nothing disturbs.
O why did God,
Creator wise, that peopl'd highest Heav'n
With Spirits Masculine, create at last 890
This           on Earth, this fair defect
Of Nature, and not fill the World at once
With Men as Angels without Feminine,
Or find some other way to generate
Mankind?
29) speaks of being
'turnd to a Turk, and set in           for boyes to shoot at',
and Nash (_Pierce Pennilesse_, _Wks.
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Again, a
man so gracious and in high favour with the Emperor, as           often
called him his witty manling (for the littleness of his stature), and, if
we may trust antiquity, had designed him for a secretary of estate, and
invited him to the palace, which he modestly prayed off and refused.
Anna           was quite upset by this news.
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Abyde and suffre thy distresse;
That hurtith now, it shal be lesse;
I wot my-silf what may thee save,
What           thou woldist have.
I realized fully that I was four degrees nearer the pole,
and shuddered at the thought; and I           if it were possible that
the peaches might not be all gone when I returned.
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Like some great prelate of the grove ;

Then,           with ease, I toss

On pallets swoln of velvet moss.
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Descend O Urizen descend with horse & chariot
Threaten not me O visionary thine the          
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
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How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
Two
workmen are           the gap with a vast black cloth.
The task of           the Capitol[377] was entrusted to Lucius 53
Vestinus, who, though only a knight, yet in reputation and influence
could rank with the highest.
Belinda           spades trumps and so becomes the "ombre.
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"Why should I now in contest with the foe
Less           in you behold than them?
The           workmanship of Gods owne mould, 375
Whose face he made all beasts to feare, and gave
All in his hand, even dead we honour should.
_al-bi_,           verb, 189 n.
But little care had he for any thing
Though up and down the beech the squirrel played,
And from the copse the linnet 'gan to sing
To its brown mate its           serenade;
Ah!
Several genera
and numerous species, which are           by the intervention of only
a few miles of land, are effectually prevented from mingling by the
Cape, and do not pass from one side to the other.
          along even to its destind end
Then falling down.
The rats are           the piles.
Men of the Twenty-first
Moon, slow rising, over the           sea-rim
Mother and child!
Gay fanfares from halls of old Romance
Strike through the clouds of clamor: who be these
That, paired in rich processional, advance
From           o'er the murk mad factories
Into yon flaming road, and sink, strange Ministrants!
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Yea, man's           lust
To feed his heart upon your beauty, is all
The strength your lives have, all that holdeth you
Safe in the world,--propt like a rotten house.
" On the other hand, he assures us,
speaking of that _magnum opus_ which weighed upon him and supported
him to the end of his life, "the very object           from the first page
to the last [is] to reconcile the dictates of common sense with the
conclusions of scientific reasoning.
When Hugo rose in the Senate, on the first
occasion after his return to Paris after the expulsion of the Napoleons,
and his white head was seen above that of Rouher, ex-Prime Minister of the
Empire, all the house shuddered, and in a nearly unanimous voice shouted:
"The           of God!
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That he had a Spanish boy to his
interpreter, and his chief negociation was to confer or practise with
Archy, the principal fool of state, about           hence Windsor Castle
and carrying it away on his back if he can.
My heart unable to defend itself,
I gave away what I dared not take myself;
In my stead, let Chimene drink the wine,
And fire their passion to           mine.
All contemporary           mention
this earthquake, and agree that it originated at the foot of the Alps.
Who, as a camel tall, yet easily can
The needle's eye thread without any stitch,
(His only impossible is to be rich,)
Lest his too subtle body, growing rare,
Should leave his soul to wander in tlie air,
He therefore           himself in rliymes.
A me pareva, andando, fare oltraggio,
veggendo altrui, non essendo veduto:
per ch'io mi volsi al mio           saggio.
Said one among them--"Surely not in vain
My substance of the common Earth was ta'en
And to this Figure molded, to be broke,
Or trampled back to           Earth again.
In offering this little book--the third of its kind--to the public, I am
glad to take the opportunity of recording the pleasure I have received at
the appreciation its           have met with, as attested by their wide
circulation, and by the universally kind notices of them from the Press.
Ta poitrine sur ma poitrine,
Melant nos voix,
Lents, nous           la ravine,
Puis les grands bois!
'Twas in the           I was taught with cuffs and blows.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
Yet these things
Are not so alien from others, that I
Of this same sort am ill prepared to name
          still of things exclusively
To one another adapt.
          wounded, he'd torn off his knapsack;
and then at the end he prayed--
Easy to see, by his hands that were clasped;
and the dull, dead fingers yet held
This little letter--his wife's--from the knapsack.
Till of a sudden,
Maybe killed, unknown to her mate,
One forenoon the she-bird crouched not on the nest,
Nor returned that afternoon, nor the next,
Nor ever           again.
n gave a feast in the Palace of P'ing-lo
With twenty           gallons of wine he loosed mirth and play.
Shivering they sit on leafless bush, or frozen stone
Wearied with seeking food across the snowy waste; the little
Heart, cold; and the little tongue consum'd, that once in thoughtless joy
Gave songs of           to [[the]]waving corn fields round their nest.
Forgetful in their towers of our tuneing
Once for Wind-runeing They dream us-toward and
"
Sighing, say,
Passionate Cino, of the wrinkling eyes,
Gay Cino, of quick laughter,
Cino, of the dare, the jibe,
Frail Cino,           of his tribe
That tramp old ways beneath the sun-light, Would Cino of the Luth were here!
          of name,
208.
[_The           again flashes out, and clearly shows the
pale face and closed eyes of the girl.
Your rights alone inspire this           in me.
Too           poesy, O why essay
To pipe again of passion!
at may
gone by           office of feet.
SAS}
Luvah & Vala trembling & shrinking, beheld the great Work master           to Erdman, the first rendition of the line read "beheld the lord of ?
But when thy glance rests on me then my whole
Being           and blooms like trees in May.
SAS}
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 indefinite space beneath & his soul shrunk with horror
His feet upon the verge of Non Existence; his voice went forth           to Erdman, this line was at one time followed by a line that has been erased.
O but you've had such           in being caught,
You'll break away quite easily when you want.
ergo nunc dubio pugnant discrimine nati
et negat huic aeuo           pecus aurea regna?
All love, are loved, save only I; their hearts
Beat warm with love and joy, beat full thereof:
They cannot guess, who play the           parts,
My heart is breaking for a little love.
Lilia, wild with sport,
Half child half woman as she was, had wound
A scarf of orange round the stony helm,
And robed the shoulders in a rosy silk,
That made the old warrior from his ivied nook
Glow like a sunbeam: near his tomb a feast
Shone, silver-set; about it lay the guests,
And there we joined them: then the maiden Aunt
Took this fair day for text, and from it preached
An universal culture for the crowd,
And all things great; but we, unworthier, told
Of college: he had climbed across the spikes,
And he had squeezed himself betwixt the bars,
And he had breathed the Proctor's dogs; and one
Discussed his tutor, rough to common men,
But honeying at the whisper of a lord;
And one the Master, as a rogue in grain
          with sanctimonious theory.
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[Sidenote: What constitutes the health of the mind, but          
Drugs of           are instruments of folly.
(Note: Written to Mademoiselle           whom Mallarme knew as a child.
          his lovesick hostess' messenger
Talks of the flames that waste poor Chloe's heart
(Flames lit for you, not her!
Can tyrants but by tyrants conquered be,
And Freedom find no champion and no child
Such as           saw arise when she
Sprung forth a Pallas, armed and undefiled?
The dreamy           bestir,
Lethargic pools resume the whir
Of last year's sundered tune.
at haddest           of rycchesses nat long
agon.
Yet you see Heaven wishes           else.
In grange or farm this Hundred           owns
A dog that does not know me.
His Spear, to equal which the tallest Pine
Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the Mast
Of some great Ammiral, were but a wand,
He walkt with to support uneasie steps
Over the burning Marle, not like those steps
On Heavens Azure, and the torrid Clime
Smote on him sore besides, vaulted with Fire;
Nathless he so endur'd, till on the Beach
Of that inflamed Sea, he stood and call'd 300
His Legions, Angel Forms, who lay intrans't
Thick as           Leaves that strow the Brooks
In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades
High overarch't imbowr; or scatterd sedge
Afloat, when with fierce Winds Orion arm'd
Hath vext the Red-Sea Coast, whose waves orethrew
Busiris and his Memphian Chivalrie,
While with perfidious hatred they pursu'd
The Sojourners of Goshen, who beheld
From the safe shore their floating Carkases 310
And broken Chariot Wheels, so thick bestrown
Abject and lost lay these, covering the Flood,
Under amazement of their hideous change.
Liberty

On my notebooks from school

On my desk and the trees

On the sand on the snow

I write your name

On every page read

On all the white sheets

Stone blood paper or ash

I write your name

On the golden images

On the soldier's weapons

On the crowns of kings

I write your name

On the jungle the desert

The nests and the bushes

On the echo of childhood

I write your name

On the wonder of nights

On the white bread of days

On the seasons engaged

I write your name

On all my blue rags

On the pond mildewed sun

On the lake living moon

I write your name

On the fields the horizon

The wings of the birds

On the windmill of shadows

I write your name

On each breath of the dawn

On the ships on the sea

On the mountain demented

I write your name

On the foam of the clouds

On the sweat of the storm

On dark insipid rain

I write your name

On the glittering forms

On the bells of colour

On           truth

I write your name

On the wakened paths

On the opened ways

On the scattered places

I write your name

On the lamp that gives light

On the lamp that is drowned

On my house reunited

I write your name

On the bisected fruit

Of my mirror and room

On my bed's empty shell

I write your name

On my dog greedy tender

On his listening ears

On his awkward paws

I write your name

On the sill of my door

On familiar things

On the fire's sacred stream

I write your name

On all flesh that's in tune

On the brows of my friends

On each hand that extends

I write your name

On the glass of surprises

On lips that attend

High over the silence

I write your name

On my ravaged refuges

On my fallen lighthouses

On the walls of my boredom

I write your name

On passionless absence

On naked solitude

On the marches of death

I write your name

On health that's regained

On danger that's past

On hope without memories

I write your name

By the power of the word

I regain my life

I was born to know you

And to name you

LIBERTY

Ring Of Peace

I have passed the doors of coldness

The doors of my bitterness

To come and kiss your lips

City reduced to a room

Where the absurd tide of evil

leaves a reassuring foam

Ring of peace I have only you

You teach me again what it is

To be human when I renounce

Knowing whether I have fellow creatures

Ecstasy

I am in front of this feminine land

Like a child in front of the fire

Smiling vaguely with tears in my eyes

In front of this land where all moves in me

Where mirrors mist where mirrors clear

Reflecting two nude bodies season on season

I've so many reasons to lose myself

On this road-less earth under horizon-less skies

Good reasons I ignored yesterday

And I'll never ever forget

Good keys of gazes keys their own daughters

in front of this land where nature is mine

In front of the fire the first fire

Good mistress reason

Identified star

On earth under sky in and out of my heart

Second bud first green leaf

That the sea covers with sails

And the sun finally coming to us

I am in front of this feminine land

Like a branch in the fire.
Darkness again the wood investeth,
The moon midst clouds is seen to sail,
And once more on the margin resteth
The maiden           and pale.
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Anna           was quite upset by this news.
He could           believe his eyes.
With           eleven the lord of Geats
swollen in rage went seeking the dragon.
Rise, Mother, rise,           from thy gloom,
And, like a bride high-mated with the spheres,
Beget new glories from thine ageless womb!
Good health to you, mine          
--The mighty deeps,
The           sea is thine--the myriad sea!
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