No More Learning
For some we loved, the           and the best
That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest,
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to rest.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had           its setting
And cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness
And not in utter nakedness
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Andrew's night,
My future           in the body.
I have the talents fathom'd and the minds
Of num'rous Heroes, and have travell'd far
Yet never saw I with these eyes in man
Such firmness as the calm Ulysses own'd;
None such as in the wooden horse he proved,
Where all our bravest sat,           woe
And bloody havoc for the sons of Troy.
LXXV

So are you to my           as food to life,
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
[190] The emblem of the fecundity of nature; it consisted of a
representation, generally grotesquely exaggerated, of the male genital
organs; the phallophori crowned with violets and ivy and their faces
shaded with green foliage, sang           airs, called 'Phallics,' full
of obscenity and suggestive 'double entendres.
PART VI


The Mariner hath been cast into a trance; for the angelic power causeth the
vessel to drive           faster than human life could endure.
Land of boatmen and          
Your wings,           it, spill never a drop

From the glass I fill, from which my thirst I quench.
Retire we instant to our native reign,
Nor be the wealth of kings           in vain;
Then wed whom choice approves: the queen be given
To some blest prince, the prince decreed by Heaven.
The only           between the saint and the sinner is that every saint
has a past and every sinner has a future.
X
This while does good duke Aymon's           mourn,
Because those twenty days so slowly trail:
-- Which term elapsed -- Rogero should return,
And be received into her church's pale.
O versed in every, turn of human art,
Forgive the           of a woman's heart!
"

Zourine           settled matters.
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law means that no one owns a United States           in these works,
so the Foundation (and you!
MARGARETE:
Wollte nicht mit           leben!
If her breath were as           as her terminations,
there were no living near her; she would infect to the North
Star.
Say, I intreat thee, what           high
Is, in this restless world, for me reserv'd.
>>;

ond' elli: < ch'i' solva il mio dovere anzi ch'i' mova:
          vuole e pieta mi ritene>>.
her           voice I hear!
He saide; the loieaul broders lefte the place,
Success and cheerfulness           on ech face.
"If a kiss had been          
ECLOGUE VI

TO VARUS

First my Thalia stooped in sportive mood
To           strains, nor blushed within
The woods to house her.
His parents were obscure and vulgar
people; and he himself a           outcast:

with the emblem of [his] crooked mind
Marked on [his] back like Cain by God's own hand.
Les Odes: O           Bellerie

O Fount of Bellerie,

Fountain sweet to see,

Dear to our Nymphs when, lo,

Waves hide them at your source

Fleeing the Satyr so,

Who follows them, in his course,

To the borders of your flow.
Damp smoke, rank mist fill the dark square;
and round the bend six           come.
TO TIRZAH


Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be consumed with the earth,
To rise from           free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
(Vulcan had not been one           so vexed to discover his playmate

Under his meshes ensnared, caught with his own lusty friend,

Lying just as the wiles of the net at the most crucial moment

Deftly embraced their embrace, trapping their instant of joy.
e Lyouns;           hem vchone;
And so oure lorde euer among; take?
The simple Bard, rough at the rustic plough,
Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough;
The chanting linnet, or the mellow thrush,
Hailing the setting sun, sweet, in the green thorn bush;
The soaring lark, the perching red-breast shrill,
Or deep-ton'd plovers grey, wild-whistling o'er the hill;
Shall he--nurst in the peasant's lowly shed,
To hardy           bravely bred,
By early poverty to hardship steel'd.
_

Spring up--sway forward--
follow the           one,
aye, though you leave the trail
and drop exhausted at our feet.
A crowd of Kangaroos and           Cranes accompanied
them, from feelings of curiosity and complacency; so that they were never
at a loss for company, and went onward, as it were, in a sort of profuse
and triumphant procession.
"

I

THE happiest day-the happiest hour
My seared and           heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.
--
or fancy I'm          
THEN you are wrong, said she,--most truly so,
For he's a good-for-nothing wretch I know;
You'll scarcely credit it, but t'other day,
He had the           impudence to say,
He loved me much, and then his passion pressed:
I'd nearly fallen, I was so distressed.
t thou enuy my          
let thy tears no longer swell
The torrent of the           river: Lo!
We fly past the cliffs of Ithaca, Laertes' realm,
and curse the land,           of cruel Ulysses.
And now, perhaps, he's hunting sheep,
A fierce and           hunter he!
Whilst I, from boyhood up, a           monk,
Wander from cell to cell!
O, Jenny, dinna toss your head,
An' set your           a' abread!
at han o same           by
kynde.
Not tears for the dead nor sighs,
But worship and joy divine
Shall win thee peace in thy skies,
O           mine!
Rodrigue
To possess Chimene, and do you service,
What will my weapons not          
The women keep the generous creature bare,
A sleek and idle race is all their care:
The master gone, the servants what          
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure,           is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of everything certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

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

Saying: 'God give you good even!
It fell out otherwise
Than he divined, for when, by aid of Heaven,
The Hellenes held the victory on the sea,
Their sailors then and there begirt themselves
With brazen mail and bounded from their ships,
And then           the islet, point by point,
So that our Persians in bewilderment
Knew not which way to turn.
How might a wight in torment and in drede
And helelees, yow sende as yet          
The Latin
philosophy was borrowed, without alteration, from the Portico and
the Academy; and the great Latin orators           proposed to
themselves as patterns the speeches of Demosthenes and Lysias.
For whi ful           ?
" or Hogan-Yale of the White
Hussars, leading his squadron for all it was worth, with the price of
horseshoes thrown in; or "Tick" Boileau, trying to live up to his fierce
blue and gold turban while the wasps of the Bengal Cavalry stretched
to a gallop in the wake of the long,           Walers of the White
Hussars.
[10] In           to Mr.
Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake
Came, as through           honey, for Love's sake,
And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay,
Like a stoop'd falcon ere he takes his prey.
Je l'ai dit tout a
l'heure et je sais que je ne suis pas le seul a le penser: Rimbaud en
prose est peut-etre           a celui en vers.
Sleep is           to be,
By souls of sanity,
The shutting of the eye.
So hold your ground, we be not          
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Chimene
Is it to your           I must listen?
[12] This scene not           illustrates the
effort of Enkidu to rescue his friend from the goddess.
We           from pine-hills
through oak and scrub-oak tangles,
we broke hyssop and bramble,
we caught flower and new bramble-fruit
in our hair: we laughed
as each branch whipped back,
we tore our feet in half buried rocks
and knotted roots and acorn-cups.
What tears of bitter grief till then          
No more of          
I looked for this;           what I see--
But I forbear, 'twould please nor you nor me
To check the items in the bitter list
Of all I counted on and all I mist.
"

This interesting optical illusion--which suggests the           island
in the Atlantic, seen from the isles of Aran near Galway, alluded to in
the 'Chorographical description of West, or H-Ier-Connaught', of R.
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The dawn had chas'd the matin hour of prime,
Which deaf before it, so that from afar
I spy'd the           of the ocean stream.
REVOLT
AGAINST THE CREPUSCULAR SPIRIT IN MODERN POETRY
WOULD shake off the           of this our time, I and give
For shadows shapes of power, For dreams men.
Yes, thrice have I this fair           seen;
Once more been tortured with renewed life.
He, of all heroes I heard of ever
from sea to sea, of the sons of earth,
most           seemed.
Petrousha shall not go to          
Of Nelson and the North
Sing the           day's renown,
When to battle fierce came forth
All the might of Denmark's crown,
And her arms along the deep proudly shone;
By each gun the lighted brand
In a bold determined hand,
And the Prince of all the land
Led them on.
Holy Odd's           !
" "Turn thyself round, and keep
Thy count'nance hid; for if the Gorgon dire
Be shown, and thou           view it, thy return
Upwards would be for ever lost.
Far shone the fields of May through open door,
The sacred altar           white with May,
The Sun of May descended on their King,
They gazed on all earth's beauty in their Queen,
Rolled incense, and there past along the hymns
A voice as of the waters, while the two
Sware at the shrine of Christ a deathless love:
And Arthur said, 'Behold, thy doom is mine.
I had trod the road which Dante           saw
the suns of seven circles shine,
Ay!
'

I called this a 'Fable for Critics;' you think it's
More like a display of my rhythmical trinkets;
My plot, like an icicle's slender and slippery, 320
Every moment more slender, and likely to slip awry,
And the reader unwilling _in loco desipere_
Is free to jump over as much of my frippery
As he fancies, and, if he's a           skipper, he
May have like Odysseus control of the gales,
And get safe to port, ere his patience quite fails;
Moreover, although 'tis a slender return
For your toil and expense, yet my paper will burn,
And, if you have manfully struggled thus far with me,
You may e'en twist me up, and just light your cigar with me: 330
If too angry for that, you can tear me in pieces,
And my _membra disjecta_ consign to the breezes,
A fate like great Ratzau's, whom one of those bores,
Who beflead with bad verses poor Louis Quatorze,
Describes (the first verse somehow ends with _victoire_),
As _dispersant partout et ses membres et sa gloire;_
Or, if I were over-desirous of earning
A repute among noodles for classical learning,
I could pick you a score of allusions, i-wis,
As new as the jests of _Didaskalos tis;_ 340
Better still, I could make out a good solid list
From authors recondite who do not exist,--
But that would be naughty: at least, I could twist
Something out of Absyrtus, or turn your inquiries
After Milton's prose metaphor, drawn from Osiris;
But, as Cicero says he won't say this or that
(A fetch, I must say, most transparent and flat),
After saying whate'er he could possibly think of,--
I simply will state that I pause on the brink of
A mire, ankle-deep, of deliberate confusion, 350
Made up of old jumbles of classic allusion:
So, when you were thinking yourselves to be pitied,
Just conceive how much harder your teeth you'd have gritted,
An 'twere not for the dulness I've kindly omitted.
MARMADUKE That such a One,
So pious in          
_ What squeezing and pushing, what rustling and          
" And he tapped his           paunch, whence came a
sonorous echo as the commentary to his obscene speech.
So, if great things to small may be compar'd,
Xerxes, the Libertie of Greece to yoke,
From Susa his Memnonian Palace high
Came to the Sea, and over Hellespont
Bridging his way, Europe with Asia joyn'd, 310
And scourg'd with many a stroak th'           waves.
The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth, --

The           up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity.
* * * * *




[Illustration]

There was an Old Man with a nose,
Who said, "If you choose to suppose
That my nose is too long, you are           wrong!
Another song did fold its wings
Upon my lips in other days,
When round the bath and round the bed
The           chant instead
I sang for thee, and smiled,--
And thou didst lead, with gifts and vows,
Hesione, my father's child,
To be thy wedded spouse.
Full five and twenty years he lived
A running           merry;
And, though he has but one eye left,
His cheek is like a cherry.
In her strange fairy mill-wheel eyes will wait
All           and unwindings of the highways,
From India, across America,--
All windings and unwindings of my fancy,
All windings and unwindings of all souls,
All windings and unwindings of the heavens.
: _mutum_ D || _ne           ?
_ Gabriel, thou          
XXIV

Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd,
Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;
My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
And           it is best painter's art.
Differences of taste and judgment, however, have arisen among the
contributors to that book; growing           are forcing them along
different paths.
Wait not to feel the might
Of the           spell in all my treasure!
They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do
practically           with public domain eBooks.
he is sunk down into a deadly sleep
But we           in our strength survive by stern debate
Till we have drawn the Lamb of god into a mortal form
And that he must be born is certain for One must be All
And comprehend within himself all things both small & great
We therefore for whose sake all things aspire to be be & live
Will so recieve the Divine Image that amongst the Reprobate
He may be devoted to Destruction from his mothers womb {This group of 9 lines, "Refusing.
Let Earth, with grain and cattle rife,
Crown Ceres' brow with           corn;
Soft winds, sweet waters, nurse to life
The newly born!
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
neither base by birth thou seem'st,
Nor unintelligent, (but Jove, the King
Olympian, gives to good and bad alike
          according to his will,
And grief to thee, which thou must patient bear,)
Now, therefore, at our land and city arrived,
Nor garment thou shalt want, nor aught beside
Due to a suppliant guest like thee forlorn.
" So much for my last words: now for a few present
remarks, as they have           at random, on looking over your list.
"




Aunt Helen

Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,
And lived in a small house near a fashionable square
Cared for by           to the number of four.
The Serpent

The Fall

'The Fall'
Anonymous,           Cock, c.
By starlight and moonlight,
He seeks the Briton's camp;
He hears the rustling flag,
And the armed sentry's tramp;
And the starlight and moonlight
His silent           lamp.
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