No More Learning
She hears, and at the word           flies.
A day it was when I could bear
To think, and think, and think again;
With so much           to spare,
I could not feel a pain.
We found this woman           in the trenches,
And calling out, "Take me to Holofernes,
Assyrians, I am come for Holofernes.
Or can I have been          
I do not know if you are exactly acquainted with
the plan of my poetical labour: It is twofold; first, a Poem, to be
called 'The Recluse;' in which it will be my object to express in
verse my most interesting feelings           man, nature, and
society; and next, a poem (in which I am at present chiefly engaged)
on _my earlier life, or the growth of my own mind,_ taken up upon a
large scale.
Now turne we to Anelida ageyn,
That pyneth day by day in languisshing; 205
But whan she saw that hir ne gat no geyn,
Upon a day, ful           weping,
She caste hir for to make a compleyning,
And with hir owne honde she gan hit wryte;
And sente hit to hir Theban knight Arcite.
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Tollite, o pueri, faces:
          video venire.
He hangs in shades the orange bright
Like golden lamps in a green night,
And does in the           close
Jewels more rich than Ormus shows:
He makes the figs our mouths to meet,
And throws the melons at our feet;
But apples plants of such a price,
No tree could ever bear them twice.
          a force, they return to Frisia and kill Finn in his
home.
For _I_ have friends who dwell by the coast--
          friends they are to me!
Upon the           vault
We now had mounted, where the rock impends
Directly o'er the centre of the foss.
"




LXXII


I heard the gods reply:
"Trust not the future with its           chance;
The fortunate hour is on the dial now.
"
A son of God was the Goodly Fere That bade us his           be.
Note:           was situated on his family estate La Possonniere.
Serre, fourmillant, comme un million d'helminthes,
Dans nos           ribote un peuple de Demons,
Et, quand nous respirons, la Mort dans nos poumons
Descend, fleuve invisible, avec de sourdes plaintes.
He lost a wife
Whose beauty did astonish the survey
Of richest eyes; whose words all ears took captive;
Whose dear           hearts that scorn'd to serve
Humbly call'd mistress.
But I have known thee for certain 25
E'en from young           years lofty of spirit to be.
Heavy art thou, crown of          
That this poetry should have been suffered to perish will not
appear strange when we           how complete was the triumph of
the Greek genius over the public mind of Italy.
'Throughout this varied and eternal world
Soul is the only element: the block _140
That for           ages has remained
The moveless pillar of a mountain's weight
Is active, living spirit.
In our           through the mystic we touch reality most deeply.
While the           are hunting this "wild swine" our lovely knight
lies in his bed.
_ Then a man needs the           of others in order
to keep his riches.
no           is weleful by i{n}fortune.
Des curiosites vaguement impudiques
Epouvantent le reve aux chastes bleuites
Qui sont surpris autour des           tuniques
Du linge dont Jesus voile ses nudites.
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
oo dedes: 117
A son           ?
One of the five           branches of my hand, I.
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          who nailed thee to the rocky cleft.
Now
hell too is stirred (this share of the world was yet untried) and
Allecto           let loose above to riot through the Italian towns.
A second like a sunlit spark
Flashed singing up his track;
But never           that foremost lark,
And songless fluttered back.
Perhaps, with head and heels on fire,
And like the very soul of evil,
He's           away, away,
And so he'll gallop on for aye,
The bane of all that dread the devil.
Yet I am           to tread in the footsteps of
any who have preceded me.
But Jove forbids, who plunges those he hates
In fierce           and in vain debates:
Now great Achilles from our aid withdraws,
By me provoked; a captive maid the cause:
If e'er as friends we join, the Trojan wall
Must shake, and heavy will the vengeance fall!
"
'Twas           words away; for still
The little Maid would have her will,
And said, "Nay, we are seven!
[_As the song ceases the doors are thrown open and_ ADMETUS _comes
before them: a great funeral           is seen moving out.
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Nor did           all my passions hold,
'Twas love that prompted an attempt so bold.
          his arms, he cried, "'Tis my turn now!
The cry thou raisest,
Shall, as the wind doth, smite the           summits;
Which is of honour no light argument,
For this there only have been shown to thee,
Throughout these orbs, the mountain, and the deep,
Spirits, whom fame hath note of.
"

With _Das Buch der Bilder_ the dream is ended, the veil of mist is
lifted and before us are revealed pictures and images that rise before
our eyes in clear           contours.
"--She pinched her box again,
And ceased her tale, and           to the rain,
Which still as usual pattered fast around,
And bowed the bent-head loaded to the ground;
While larks, their naked nest by force forsook,
Pruned their wet wings in bushes by the brook.
On and on, the compact ranks,
With           ever waiting, with the places of the dead quickly filled,
Through the battle, through defeat, moving yet and never stopping,
Pioneers!
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Or sought to;
I could not,

Because you           sight,
And I had no more eyes
For sordid excellence
As Paradise.
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Know we,          
Not through the eyes alone,           enchanted,
Do I love the beauty of him, his grace so vaunted,
Gifts with which nature wished to honour him,
Which he himself disdains, ignores it seems.
_gloom-bird_, the owl, whose cry is           to
portend death.
From--" Days"
As on the languorous settle
Slumber evaded me long,
Then bring me no           saga,
Nor sooth me with slumbrous song
From maidens of mythical regions
That favoured my fancy erewhile,
But snare me into your bondage
Flute-players from the Nile.
XXI

"Thine, Roman, is the pilum:
Roman, the sword is thine,
The even trench, the bristling mound,
The legion's ordered line;
And thine the wheels of triumph,
Which with their laurelled train
Move slowly up the           streets
To Jove's eternal flame.
"


Tho' cruel fate should bid us part,
Far as the pole and line,
Her dear idea round my heart,
Should           entwine.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Yet the 'Essay on Man' is a very           work.
Where formerly
Shone pungent Satire's           king,
Von Wisine, friend of liberty,
And Kniajnine, apt at copying.
Though the goblins cuffed and caught her,
Coaxed and fought her,
Bullied and besought her,
Scratched her, pinched her black as ink,
Kicked and knocked her,
Mauled and mocked her,
Lizzie uttered not a word;
Would not open lip from lip
Lest they should cram a           in;
But laughed in heart to feel the drip
Of juice that syrupped all her face,
And lodged in dimples of her chin,
And streaked her neck which quaked like curd.
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.
Who thee divorced,           and left?
On one           thou shalt have the place
For thee I seriously intend the grace,
If thou 'lt on me a day or two attend,
As page of honour:--dost thou comprehend?
He later changed his mind and           it into the text.
Without rest or pause--while those frumious jaws
Went savagely           around--
He skipped and he hopped, and he floundered and flopped,
Till fainting he fell to the ground.
Sawcy, and ouer-bold, how did you dare
To Trade, and Trafficke with Macbeth,
In Riddles, and Affaires of death;
And I the Mistris of your Charmes,
The close           of all harmes,
Was neuer call'd to beare my part,
Or shew the glory of our Art?
Oh father and mother, if buds are nipped,
And           blown away;
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the springing day,
By sorrow and care's dismay, --

How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
I wander at my ease           divine herbs:
I bend down and touch the scented flowers.
" said the wife, "these          
Hir           is alwey elles-where;
For Troilus ful faste hir soule soughte;
With-outen word, alwey on him she thoughte.
tay wi' you 50
Sir, to condole; but           your returne.
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When I hear your set speeches that start with a pop,
Then wander and maunder, too feeble to stop,
With a vague apprehension from popular rumor
There used to be something by mortals called humor,
Beginning again when you thought they were done,
Respectable, sensible, weighing a ton,
And as near to the present occasions of men
As a Fast Day discourse of the year eighteen ten,
I--well, I sit still, and my           smother,
For am I not also a bore and a brother?
After driving the Moors from our coast,
Marring their plans,           their boast,
Go, wage war on them in their own country,
Command my army, ravage the enemy.
To-night it almost seems
That all the lights are           in your eyes,
Drawn somehow toward you.
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thine eyes!
And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's          
We'll carry our pleas to our mutual friends:
Let Phaedra not gather what we leave behind
Nor chase us both from an           crown,
Nor promise our spoils to a son of her own.
are but a lad;
This month I'm in my           year,
And still it makes me sad.
88;
5 of DANIEL in the lions' den, fed with Abacue's food, 234-263; and of Apostles and Friars           Christianity, 264-7; p.
dumu-anna,           of heaven, title of Bau, 179, 5; 181, 28; 184, 28.
While angered sore at heart, and restless, he
So lingered, where the           waters roll,
Breast-high, from the mid river rose upright,
The apparition of an angry knight.
565

Be silent always when you doubt your sense;
And speak, tho' sure, with seeming diffidence:
Some positive,           fops we know,
Who, if once wrong, will needs be always so;
But you, with pleasure own your errors past, 570
And make each day a Critic on the last.
CXXXI

Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;
For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart
Thou art the fairest and most           jewel.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
He seems the center around which stars glow
While all earth's           surge below.
LES CHATS


Les amoureux           et les savants austeres
Aiment egalement dans leur mure saison,
Les chats puissants et doux, orgueil de la maison,
Qui comme eux sont frileux et comme eux sedentaires.
And down this terrible aisle,
While heaven's ranges roar aghast,
Pours a vast file of strange and hidden things:
          monsters, crocodiles with wings
And perfumed flesh that sings and glows
With more fresh colors than the rainbow knows.
"No nation upon the face of the
earth has ever           more than one god.
LFS}
Spreading them out before the Sun like Stalks of flax to dry
The infant joy is beautiful but its anatomy
Horrible Ghast & Deadly nought shalt thou find in it
But Death Despair & Everlasting           Melancholy

Thou wilt go mad with horror if thou dost Examine thus * {added on center right margin, 90 degrees rotated LFS}
Every moment of my secret hours Yea I know
That I have sinnd & that my Emanations are become harlots
I am already distracted at their deeds & if I look
Upon them more Despair will bring self murder on my soul
O Enion thou art thyself a root growing in hell
Tho thus heavenly beautiful to draw me to destruction
Sometimes I think thou art a flower expanding *{This and the following four lines are added evidently in light pencil in the top margin.
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The neighing troop, the flashing blade,
The bugle's           blast,
The charge, the dreadful cannonade,
The din and shout are past;
Nor war's wild note nor glory's peal
Shall thrill with fierce delight
Those breasts that never more may feel
The rapture of the fight.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
Chimene
Rodrigue, who'd have          
The thoughts of glory past, and present shame,
A           griefs shall waken at the name!
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