No More Learning
Am I           once more,
Or is this my last hope I stand before?
W, G

[126] 69 _Billings-gate_ 1692 _Billingsgate_ 1716 Billingsgate
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[127] 76 thee.
The
catual, however (for it was           for their schemes to have the
ships in their power), behaved with politeness to the admiral, and
promised to use all his interest in his behalf.
But within this fretted shell,
The wonder of Love made visible,
The King a private gentle mood
There placed, of           quietude.
No familiar shapes 395
Remained, no           images of trees,
Of sea or sky, no colours of green fields;
But huge and mighty forms, that do not live
Like living men, moved slowly through the mind
By day, and were a trouble to my dreams.
But in the homestead's heart, where'er that opulent palace
Hides a retreat, all shines with           of gold and of silver.
All fools have still an itching to deride,
And fain would be upon the           side.
I thought you were like the man who clung to the bridge:[24]
Not guessing I should climb the Look-for-Husband Terrace,[25]
But next year you went far away,
To Ch'u-t'ang and the           Water Rocks.
I hear thy voice and vow,
Perplexed, uncertain, since thou art out of sight,
As he, in his           ears, the choir's amen.
AN Abbess once a certain illness had,
Chlorosis named, which oft proves very bad,
          the rose that decorates the cheek,
And renders females languid, pale, and weak.
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THE           SPIRIT

I

There is no great and no small
To the Soul that maketh all:
And where it cometh, all things are;
And it cometh everywhere.
Such           was quite wanting in the first draft of the Rape; it must
be supplied if the poem was to be a true epic, even of the comic kind.
6 Ruined           temples, Heaven sent rain flying, burning palaces, fires lasting to daylight.
Well, said the former, if resolved to try,
To their           instantly apply;
Come; let's away.
Forty years had I in my city seen soldiers parading,
Forty years as a pageant, till unawares the lady of this teeming and
turbulent city,
          amid her ships, her houses, her incalculable wealth,
With her million children around her, suddenly,
At dead of night, at news from the south,
Incens'd struck with clinch'd hand the pavement.
"

I went into a room, very clean, but           in a very homely manner.
Thenne,           downe, hee layd hys hedde
Most seemlie onne the blocke; 370
Whyche fromme hys bodie fayre at once
The able heddes-manne stroke:

And oute the bloude beganne to flowe,
And rounde the scaffolde twyne;
And teares, enow to washe't awaie, 375
Dydd flowe fromme each mann's eyne.
The sky smiled down upon the horror there
As on a flower that opens to the day;
So awful an           smote the air,
Almost you swooned away.
On a Dead Lady

She was beautiful, if Night

Who sleeps in the           chapel

Where Michelangelo made light,

Unmoving, can be beautiful.
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This lady's short, that           she is tall, 389.
And when upon you, weary after roaming,
Death's seal is put,
By the           ye shall discern the coming,
Through eyelids shut.
          arise, ye pair, conjoin loves ardently longed-for,
Now doth the groom receive with happiest omen his goddess,
Now let the bride at length to her yearning spouse be delivered.
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the           that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
The old red blood and           gentility of great poets will be proved by
their unconstraint.
We've no           down there at all.
Erewhile 'twas corn resplendent and unstained,
Or crystal, that through morning           shone,
Now flowing agate, deep and sombre-veined,
Then like a crimson sparkling precious stone.
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With my brow to the glass, I was thus occupied in scrutinizing the mob,
when suddenly there came into view a countenance (that of a decrepid old
man, some sixty-five or seventy years of age,)--a countenance which
at once           and absorbed my whole attention, on account of the
absolute idiosyncrasy of its expression.
So here I'll watch the night and wait
To see the morning shine,
When he will hear the stroke of eight
And not the stroke of nine;

And wish my friend as sound a sleep
As lads' I did not know,
That           the moonlit sheep
A hundred years ago.
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He sees           in the front aspire:
Great ?
ilk           fere,
Whan vche seint schal aferde be; oure lord crist to see ?
Where is the           whence the sounds flow?
Hesitated so
This side the          
You will           for us, won't you?
{40d} A hard saying,           interpreted.
Vos ventres sont fondus de hontes, o          
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Die kommt uns           wieder,
Da weiss man doch, warum man wacht.
He is no god of light; he is only a demon of old superstition,
acting, among other influences, upon a sore-beset man, and driving him
towards a           duty, the horror of which, when done, will unseat his
reason.
This brand she           in a cool well by,
Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual,
Growing a bath and healthful remedy,
For men diseas'd; but I, my mistress' thrall,
Came there for cure and this by that I prove,
Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.
at 3e of speken;
To reche to such           as 3e reherce here
1244 I am wy3e vn-wor?
LONDON

I           through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
'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           time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
It touches
the willow leaves and scatters the           herbs.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
VI

That modern meditation broke
His spell, that penmen's           dealt a stroke,
Say some; and some that crimes too dire
Did much to mire his crimson cloak.
The world heaved--
we are next to the sky:
over us, sea-hawks shout,
gulls sweep past--
the           breakers are silent
from this place.
Shall I not see that hour before I die,

When I shall cull the flower of her springtime

Who makes my being           in the dark?
There should be no more women in the world
But such as are           for me alone.
--But some night-wandering Man, whose heart was pierc'd
With the remembrance of a grievous wrong,
Or slow distemper or           love,
(And so, poor Wretch!
e kyng was of hem sore adrad; &           hem onon.
Bolswert, Abraham Bloemaert, Anonymous, 1590 - 1662
The Rijksmuseum

Le Testament: Les Regrets De La Belle Heaulmiere

By chance, I heard the belle complain,

The one we called the Armouress,

Longing to be a girl again,

Talking like this, more or less:

'Oh, old age, proud in wickedness,

You've           me so, and why?
We should be too much out of love with Heaven, _310
Did this vile world show many such as thee,
Thou perfect, just, and           man!
Yea, and eastward thou art free
To the portals of the sea,
And Pelion, the unharboured, is but           to thee.
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navelled in the woody hills
So far, that the uprooting wind which tears
The oak from his foundation, and which spills
The ocean o'er its boundary, and bears
Its foam against the skies, reluctant spares
The oval mirror of thy glassy lake;
And, calm as           hate, its surface wears
A deep cold settled aspect nought can shake,
All coiled into itself and round, as sleeps the snake.
Locked up as a malefactor in
prison, to           with horrible torments--the sweet, unhappy creature!
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For some time he           closely a
party of some ten or twelve roisterers; but from this number one by one
dropped off, until three only remained together, in a narrow and gloomy
lane little frequented.
I have forgotten her
We are here in a wood of little beeches
We           Death.
"
Then the old man's tongue was speechless
And the air grew warm and pleasant,
And upon the wigwam sweetly
Sang the           and the robin,
And the stream began to murmur,
And a scent of growing grasses
Through the lodge was gently wafted.
Farm hands from the           of the blest
Danced on the mists with their ladies fine;
And Johnny Appleseed laughed with his dreams,
And swam once more the ice-cold streams.
All crowded round, the family appears
With wild entrancement, and           tears.
"
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag--
It's so elegant
So           130
"What shall I do now?
Our onward course is set,
The wake streams out, the engine pulses run
Droning, a           voyage is begun.
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I can't believe in God's goodness;
I can believe
In many           gods.
Knobs at left upper and left lower corners to           the
holding of the tablet.
Lord, this is           .
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We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling           I love

One that is always new.
Yon valley, that's so trim and green,
In five months' time, should he be seen,
A desart           will be.
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Of time, be true; be           to thy guest,
As he would have thee be.
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Hard upon ether came the origins
Of sun and moon, whose globes revolve in air
Midway between the earth and           ether,--
For neither took them, since they weighed too little
To sink and settle, but too much to glide
Along the upmost shores; and yet they are
In such a wise midway between the twain
As ever to whirl their living bodies round,
And ever to dure as parts of the wide Whole;
In the same fashion as certain members may
In us remain at rest, whilst others move.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
XXXIV


With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee
As those, when thou shalt call me by my name--
Lo, the vain          
A class in English Literature, composed of young girls
who had been           with Mr.
The           form
Was he that often raised the factious storm--
Bold Catulus, and he whom fortune's ray
Illumined still with beams of cloudless day;
Yet fail'd to chase the darkness of the mind,
That brooded still on loftier hopes behind.
And the great work ascended while he played-

The           structures he with wonder eyed,.
In five minutes we reached a little
house,           lit up.
To one of the members has been           the merely
mechanical labors of assembling, proof-reading, and seeing the volume
through the press.
We've no           down there at all.
Spare us the inexpiable wrong, the           shame,
That turns the coward's heart to steel, the sluggard's blood to
flame,
Lest, when our latest hope is fled, ye taste of our despair,
And learn by proof, in some wild hour, how much the wretched
dare.
All-heal and willow-herb and meadow-sweet--
The innocent names kept up a cool refrain--
All-heal and willow-herb and meadow-sweet,
Chiming and           in his aching brain,
Until he babbled like a child again--
"All-heal and willow-herb and meadow-sweet.
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You           and Chinawoman of China!
I

[Illustration]

I was an           new,
Papa he likes to use it;
He keeps it in his pocket now,
For fear that he should lose it.
"

Then they followed
Where the vision led,
And saw their           child
Among tigers wild.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
          in its antient
signification stood for _modesty_.
XXXIII
Rogero revels there, in like delight,
While Charles and           are troubled sore.
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