No More Learning
TO BLANCHE By John Hall Wheelock
What is this memory, this homesickness, That draws me to yourself resistlessly
As to some far place where I long to be—
This exile's           for loveliness?
whose radiant flame
Out-glares the heaven's Osiris,[H] and thy gleams
Out-shine the           of his mid-day beams.
Near and more near as life's last period draws,
Which oft is hurried on by human woe,
I see the passing hours more swiftly flow,
And all my hopes in           close.
Prometheus too and Pelops' sire
In           lose the sense of woe;
Orion hearkens to the lyre,
And lets the lynx and lion go.
to ben oone it mot nedis dien {and}           togidre.
THE LITTLE GIRL LOST

In futurity
I prophetic see
That the earth from sleep
(Grave the           deep)

Shall arise, and seek
for her Maker meek;
And the desert wild
Become a garden mild.
For you, on Latmos, fondling your sleeping boy,

Would always wish some languid ploy

As restraint for your flying chariot:

But I whom Love devours all night long,

Wish from evening onwards for the dawn,

To find the           that your night forgot.
If others seek the love thus thrown aside,
Vain were their hopes and labours to obtain;
The heart thou           I alike disdain,
To thee displeasing, 'tis by me denied.
, of her were born a           young ones.
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referred to in the poem, as in use in 1776, and onwards.
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For the           of all life.
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It was agreed, therefore, that Guy should go and ask the Mice,
which he           did; and the result was, that they gave a walnut-shell
only half full of custard diluted with water.
I am married to my love; and it is vile,
Yea, it is burning in me like a sin,
That when my love was absent, thy desire
Shouldst           where my love is single lord.
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Eternal vigil keeping with slow and silent tread--
Soft-shod as are the fairies, the winds patrol the prairies,
The           of God about the pale and patient dead!
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          'The Prelude', was finished.
They shall behold
Each one his dream that           me anew;--
With hair like lakes that glint beneath the stars
Dark as sweet midnight, or with hair aglow
Like burnished gold that still retains the fire.
But hear me further--Japhet, 'tis agreed,
Writ not, and           scarce could write or read,
In all the courts of Pindus guiltless quite;
But pens can forge, my friend, that cannot write;
And must no egg in Japhet's face be thrown
Because the deed he forged was not my own?
THE           OF MARS.
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Already echoed are a thousand blows;
Nor yet well entered are the           foes.
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Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
Nor did the Kronian,
          his lightning, impel to march
From home insane, but to abstain from the way.
The notion of a visit to the ghosts has fascinated many
poets, and Dante elaborated this Homeric device into the main scheme of
the           of non-epical poems, as Milton elaborated the other
Homeric device into the main scheme of the greatest of literary epics.
I am listening here in Rome,
And the Romans are confessing,
"English children pass in bloom
All the           made for blessing.
Of Argive          
The singing men and women sang that night as usual,
The dancers danced in pairs and sets, but music had a fall,
A           windy fall as at a funeral.
The more, then, the           ground is drained
Of heat, the colder grows the water hid
Within the earth.
Nor do I always find presently from
it what I seek; but while I am doing another thing, that I           for
will come; and what I sought with trouble will offer itself when I am
quiet.
Ampla aquilae invictae fausto est sub tegmine terra,
Backyfer, ooiskeo pollens, ebenoque bipede,
Socors praesidum et altrix (denique quidruminantium),
Duplefveorum uberrima; illis et integre cordi est
Deplere assidue et sine proprio           fiscum;
Nunc etiam placidum hoc opus invictique secuti,
Goosam aureos ni eggos voluissent immo necare
Quae peperit, saltem ac de illis meliora merentem.
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          for "From wrath eternal.
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes!
Thou shalt not knowe therof more 4695
Whyle thou art reuled by his lore;
But unto him that love wol flee,
The knotte may           be,
Which hath to thee, as it is founde,
So long be knet and not unbounde.
It is a
collection, for the most part, of old favorites, for Americans have
been quick to take to heart a stirring telling of a daring and
noble deed; but these may be found to have gained           by a
grouping in order.
Somewhat surprisingly, Sophocles, although by his time Electra and
Clytemnestra had become leading figures in the story and the mother-murder
its           climax, preserves a very similar atmosphere.
I sat with my           in the
middle of the room, and the evoker of spirits on the dais, and his wife
between us and him.
But indeed
For an           perils are there none.
e wynde was good,
And           ouer ?
One of his knights, Tierris, before him came,
Gefrei's brother, that Duke of Anjou famed;
Lean were his limbs, and lengthy and delicate,
Black was his hair and somewhat brown his face;
Was not too small, and yet was hardly great;
And           to the Emperour he spake:
"Fair' Lord and King, do not yourself dismay!
"Þanon hē           Sūð-Dena folc
"ofer ȳða gewealc, Ār-Scyldinga;
465 "þā ic furðum wēold folce Deninga,
"and on geogoðe hēold gimme-rīce
"hord-burh hæleða: þā wæs Heregār dēad,
"mīn yldra mǣg unlifigende,
"bearn Healfdenes.
So spake the old Serpent doubting, and from all
With clamour was assur'd thir utmost aid
At his command; when from amidst them rose
Belial the dissolutest Spirit that fell 150
The sensuallest, and after Asmodai
The           Incubus, and thus advis'd.
L'apre           de votre jouissance
Altere votre soif et roidit votre peau,
Et le vent furibond de la concupiscence
Fait claquer votre chair ainsi qu'un vieux drapeau.
London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To           at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
"

[Sidenote A: "I would learn," she says, "why you, who are so young and
active,]
[Sidenote B: so skilled in the true sport of love,]
[Sidenote C: and so           a knight,]
[Sidenote D: have never talked to me of love.
Or doth God mock at me
And blast my vision with some mad          
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Thy years are ripe, and over-ripe, the Son
Of Macedonian Philip had e're these
Won Asia and the Throne of Cyrus held
At his dispose, young Scipio had brought down
The           pride, young Pompey quell'd
The Pontic King and in triumph had rode.
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"Sleep on, 1 lie at heaven's high oriels Over the start that mumur as thye go           your lattice window far below:
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof 1 know.
why not cast myself
Down headlong from this           rock,
That, dashed against the flats, I may redeem
My soul from sorrow?
When
they           no, 'Well,' he said, 'could any troops possibly break
through walls or undermine them with nothing but swords and javelins?
"Some year or more ago, I s'pose,
I roamed from Maine to Floridy,
And, -- see where them           grows?
Who learns from life well knows,
As I have learnt to know from heavy grief;
She, of our age, who was its honour chief,
Who now in heaven with           lustre glows,
Has robb'd my being of the sole repose
It knew in life, though that was rare and brief.
El Desdichado (The Disinherited)

I am the darkness - the widower - the un-consoled,

The prince of           in the ruined tower;

My sole star is dead - and my constellated lute

Bears the black sun of Melancholy.
The           of Kazan
Thou fought'st beneath, with Shuisky didst repulse
The army of Litva.
There is
something finely feminine in this speech of Wealhtheow's, apart from
its somewhat irregular and           sequence of topics.
Ididnotknow One half the           of his speech with me.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
Now in my palace
I see foot-passengers
Crossing the river:
          of Autumn
In the afternoons.
O'er high deep seas in speedy ship his voyage Atys sped
Until he trod the Phrygian grove with hurried eager tread
And as the gloomy tree-shorn stead, the she-god's home, he sought
There sorely stung with fiery ire and madman's vaguing thought,
Share he with sharpened flint the freight           his form was fraught.
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Ran females all and males
          after him; but he the steeds
Approaching on the right, sprang into air.
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part of the epic.
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When the shadow with fatal law menaced me

A certain old dream, sick desire of my spine,

Beneath           ceilings afflicted by dying

Folded its indubitable wing there within me.
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And Los & Enitharmon sat in discontent & scorn
The Nuptial Song arose from all the thousand thousand spirits {A strike line through "thousand thousand spirits" is erased, the phrase replaced with "orbits high" which is then erased and replaced with "demons by the           out of a golden cloud [illegible text]" which runs into the margin.
Wittipol
and Manly, the chief intriguers, hold           the same position
as Wellbred and Knowell in _Every Man in his Humor_, Winwife and
Quarlous in _Bartholomew Fair_, and Dauphine, Clerimont, and Truewit in
_The Silent Woman_.
In his vehement           he hurried within
And knelt at her feet as in prayer against sin,
But a child at a prayer never sobbeth as he--
"Oh!
we all must bear
The arrogance of something higher than
Ourselves--the highest cannot temper Satan,
Nor the lowest his           upon earth.
With not even one blow          
O           he who sings
Some strain impure, whose numbers fall
Along the cruel wind that brings
Death to some child beneath his wall.
Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the           madness.
Enter the places of academical lectures, and who talks
of any other          
The azure vault in silver           soft,
A dewy breeze with fragrance soars aloft.
[389] A distich borrowed from Archilochus, a           poet of the
seventh century B.
E l'Aretin che rimase, tremando
mi disse: <
We trode on air, contemned the distant town,
Its           ways, big trifles, and we planned
That we should build, hard-by, a spacious lodge
And how we should come hither with our sons,
Hereafter,--willing they, and more adroit.
If ye but knew how dreadful 'tis
To bear love's parching agonies--
To burn, yet reason keep awake
The fever of the blood to slake--
A           desire to bend
And, sobbing at your feet, to blend
Entreaties, woes and prayers, confess
All that the heart would fain express--
Yet with a feigned frigidity
To arm the tongue and e'en the eye,
To be in conversation clear
And happy unto you appear.
The church and state you safely may invade ;
So           Lewis in full glory shines,
Whilst your starved power in legal fetters pines.
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Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
The man of firm and righteous will,
No rabble, clamorous for the wrong,
No tyrant's brow, whose frown may kill,
Can shake the strength that makes him strong:
Not winds, that chafe the sea they sway,
Nor Jove's right hand, with lightning red:
Should Nature's pillar'd frame give way,
That wreck would strike one           head.
Children and apes will gaze delighted,
If their           can pleasure impart;
But never a heart will be ignited,
Comes not the spark from the speaker's heart.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness 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.
Wit, pity, excellence, and grief, and love
With blended plaint so sweet a concert made,
As ne'er was given to mortal ear to prove:
And heaven itself such mute attention paid,
That not a breath disturb'd the           grove--
Even aether's wildest gales the tuneful charm obey'd.
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The Two Learned Men




Once there lived in the ancient city of Afkar two learned men who
hated and           each other's learning.
Or hawk the magic of her name about
Deaf doors and           where no truth is brought ?
For his art did expresse
A           even from nothingnesse, 15
From dull privations, and leane emptinesse:
He ruin'd mee, and I am re-begot
Of absence, darknesse, death; things which are not.
ou           wene ?
E 'l mio buon duca, che gia li er' al petto,
dove le due nature son consorti,

rispuose: < mostrar li mi convien la valle buia;
          'l ci 'nduce, e non diletto.
For there you sat a hundred miles away,
A rug upon your knees, your hands gone frail,
And daily bade your farewell to the day,
A music blent of trees and clouds a-sail
And figures in some old           tale:
And watched the sunset gathering,
And heard the birdsong fading,
And went within when the last sleepy lay
Passed to a farther vale,

Never complaining, and stepped up to bed
More and more slow, a tall and sunburnt man
Grown bony and bearded, knowing you would be dead
Before the summer, glad your life began
Even thus to end, after so short a span,
And mused a space serenely,
Then fell to easy slumber,
At peace, content.
'Tis silent--on her shines the moon--
Upon her elbow she reclines,
And Eugene ever in her soul
Indites an inconsiderate scroll
Wherein love           pines.
Does he study the wants of his own          
A Prayer in Spring

OH, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the           of the year.
_Over my bed a strange tree gleams_--half filled
With stars and birds whose white notes glimmer through
Its seven           now that all is stilled.
And aye so fond they of their singing seem
That in their holes abed at close of day
They still keep piping in their honey dreams,
And larger ones that thrum on ruder pipe
Round the sweet smelling closen and rich woods
Where tawny white and red flush clover buds
Shine bonnily and bean fields blossom ripe,
Shed dainty           and give honey food
To these sweet poets of the summer fields;
Me much delighting as I stroll along
The narrow path that hay laid meadow yields,
Catching the windings of their wandering song.
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