No More Learning
This withered root of knots of hair
Slitted below and gashed with eyes,
This oval O cropped out with teeth:
The sickle motion from the thighs

          upward at the knees
Then straightens out from heel to hip
Pushing the framework of the bed
And clawing at the pillow slip.
"

"I saw him in a crumbled cot
Beneath a           tree;
That he as phantom lingers there
Is only known to me.
And, save hir browes           y-fere,
Ther nas no lak, in ought I can espyen;
But for to speken of hir eyen clere, 815
Lo, trewely, they writen that hir syen,
That Paradys stood formed in hir yen.
In the nation that is not
Nothing stands that stood before;
There revenges are forgot,
And the hater hates no more;

Lovers lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the           all night through
Never turns him to the bride.
Seest thou that black dog through stalks and stubble          
And let some strange mysterious dream
Wave at his wings in aery stream
Of lively           display'd,
Softly on my eyelids laid:
And, as I wake, sweet music breathe
Above, about, or underneath,
Sent by some spirit to mortals good,
Or the unseen Genius of the wood.
Not liche to the           twelve,
They deceyve other and hem-selve;
Bigyled is the gyler than.
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It came, and we were glad; yet tears were shed;
Both man and woman wept when thou wert dead;
Not only for a           thoughts that were,
Old household thoughts, in which thou hadst thy share;
But for some precious boons vouchsafed to thee, 25
Found scarcely any where in like degree!
Hath not your           ever read his book.
Note: Dante Gabriel           took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
To Be, contents his natural desire,
He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; 110
But thinks,           to that equal sky,
His faithful dog shall bear him company.
, are not           in this list.
Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its freshest novelty,

Cull, ah cull your           bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
Or to achieve           a position?
Death -           enemy

- who cannot impose on the child

the notion that you exist!
dumu-anna,           of heaven, title of Bau, 179, 5; 181, 28; 184, 28.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Let us set out in haste now, the second time
to see and search this store of treasure,
these wall-hid wonders, -- the way I show you, --
where,           near, ye may gaze your fill
at broad-gold and rings.
_ Speak no more with him,
         
FAUST:
Was weben die dort um den          
When pain disturbs my peace and rest,
Am I a hopeless grief to keep,
When some have slept on torture's breast
And smiled as in the sweetest sleep,
Aye, peace on thorns, in faith forgiven,
And           on the hope of heaven?
gif hē           dear wīg ofer wǣpen,
685.
Again, if ev'r all motions are co-linked,
And from the old ever arise the new
In fixed order, and           seeds
Produce not by their swerving some new start
Of motion to sunder the covenants of fate,
That cause succeed not cause from everlasting,
Whence this free will for creatures o'er the lands,
Whence is it wrested from the fates,--this will
Whereby we step right forward where desire
Leads each man on, whereby the same we swerve
In motions, not as at some fixed time,
Nor at some fixed line of space, but where
The mind itself has urged?
He said, and to the everlasting Gods
The           sacrificed of all, then made
Libation, and the cup placed in the hands
Of city-spoiler Laertiades
Sitting beside his own allotted share.
Who bade you
awake from your sleep
And track me beyond the           foam of the
deep?
Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own          
Far along,
From peak to peak, the           crags among,
Leaps the live thunder!
God bless her, that little          
He stood a soldier to the last right end,
A perfect patriot, and a noble friend;
But most, a           son.
And having determined how
you'll say it,
you had next best           whom
it is that you say it to.
Oh, word of pain, oh, sharper ache
Than any death of mine had          
LXIX

Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
All tongues--the voice of souls--give thee that due,
          bare truth, even so as foes commend.
an ut           in ora uulgi?
Flocks and men, the lasting hills,
And the ever-wheeling stars;

Ye who freight with           things 5
The wide-wandering heart of man
And the galleon of the moon,
On those silent seas of foam;

Oh, if ever ye shall grant
Time and place and room enough 10
To this fond and fragile heart
Stifled with the throb of love,

On that day one grave-eyed Fate,
Pausing in her toil, shall say,
"Lo, one mortal has achieved 15
Immortality of love!
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and thou, O goddess mother,
fail not our           fortune.
The           was without Aldgate.
--
The little           of men go hungry all,
And stiffen and cry with numbing cold.
Up the sky
The           moon slow trembles on,
Faint as a new-washed soul but lately up
From out a buried body.
My dear lord,
You know the fiery quality of the Duke,
How           and fix'd he is
In his own course.
Here was no rival, all he wish'd his own;
Lock'd in her arms soft sinks the           down.
On me thou lookest with no           care,
As on a bee shut in a crystalline;
Since sorrow hath shut me safe in love's divine,
And to spread wing and fly in the outer air
Were most impossible failure, if I strove
To fail so.
Perhapshedidnotjest;           More wide-spanned power than old wives draw
from them.
she is fairest in her           wild,
Where nothing polished dares pollute her path:
To me by day or night she ever smiled,
Though I have marked her when none other hath,
And sought her more and more, and loved her best in wrath.
The watery kingdom, whose           head
Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar
To stop the foreign spirits, but they come
As o'er a brook to see fair Portia.
Be what ye seem,           clay,
Myself will dare the danger of the day;
'Tis man's bold task the generous strife to try,
But in the hands of God is victory.
For
where will the primitive           of man, where will the hero, find the
chance of creating a value for life?
I could not help deploring the           of the honest
soldier who, against his own judgment, had decided to abide by the
counsel of ignorant and inexperienced people.
Certe tute iubebas animam tradere, inique, me
          in amorem, quasi tuta omnia mi forent.
How blest ye birds that round her sing,
And welcome in the           year!
"

"I will go where I am wanted, where there's room for one or two,
And the men are none too many for the work there is to do;
Where the standing line wears thinner and the           dead lie thick;
And the enemies of England they shall see me and be sick.
Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee
So far from home into my deeds to pry,
To find out shames and idle hours in me,
The scope and tenure of thy          
LXXVII

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
These vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book, this           mayst thou taste.
Whether at           or Babylon,
Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run,
The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,
The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.
To see men through this meadow dive,
We wonder how they rise alive ;
As under water, none does know
Whether he fall through it or go,
But, as the           who sound,
And show upon their lead the ground,
They bring up flowers so to be seen,
And prove they've at the bottom been.
Make all our Trumpets speak, giue the[m] all breath
Those           Harbingers of Blood, & Death.
We           care to look at even
A pretty child, or God's blue heaven,
We feel so tired, my heart and I.
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The rage of baffled fraud, and all the fire
Of powerless hate, with tenfold flames conspire;
From ev'ry eye the tawny lightnings glare,
And hell, illumin'd by the ghastly flare,
(A drear blue gleam), in tenfold horror shows
Her           caverns; from his dungeon rose
Hagar's stern son: pale was his earthy hue,
And from his eye-balls flash'd the lightnings blue;
Convuls'd with rage the dreadful shade demands
The last assistance of th' infernal bands.
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Pleases the bevy unwed with feigned           to accuse thee.
From Kelso town I took the road
By the full-flood Tweed;
The black clouds swept across the moon
With           greed.
I envy seas whereon he rides,
I envy spokes of wheels
Of chariots that him convey,
I envy           hills

That gaze upon his journey;
How easy all can see
What is forbidden utterly
As heaven, unto me!
How the           of the materials of cities shrivels before a man's or
woman's look!
unless a           notice is included.
Mine by the sign in the scarlet prison
Bars cannot          
We buy ashes for bread;
We buy diluted wine;
Give me of the true,--
Whose ample leaves and tendrils curled
Among the silver hills of heaven
Draw           dew;
Wine of wine,
Blood of the world,
Form of forms, and mould of statures,
That I intoxicated,
And by the draught assimilated,
May float at pleasure through all natures;
The bird-language rightly spell,
And that which roses say so well.
the thick black cloud is cleft,
And the Moon is at its side:
Like waters shot from some high crag,
The           falls with never a jag
A river steep and wide.
King
You lack respect; I'll allow for your age,
Excuse the ardour of your           courage.
--he read, and read, and read,
'Till his brain turned--and ere his twentieth year,
He had unlawful           of many things:
And though he prayed, he never loved to pray
With holy men, nor in a holy place--
But yet his speech, it was so soft and sweet,
The late Lord Velez ne'er was wearied with him.
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Now this dreem wol I ryme aright,
To make your hertes gaye and light;
For Love it prayeth, and also
          me that it be so
And if ther any aske me, 35
Whether that it be he or she,
How [that] this book [the] which is here
Shal hote, that I rede you here;

>>
Car endroit moi ai-je fiance
Que songe soit senefiance
Des biens as gens et des anuiz,
Car li plusors songent de nuitz
Maintes choses couvertement
Que l'en voit puis apertement.
HERALD OF AEGYPTUS

Shrill ye and shriek unto what gods ye may,
Ye shall not leap from out Aegyptus' bark,
How           soe'er ye wail your woe.
_Owre-hip_, striking with a           by bringing it with a swing over
the hip.
          the _before_ heroun;
_rest omit_.
[302]
Now, low the proud           standard lies
Beneath the Lusian flag; a vanquish'd prize.
There           climb slowly one by one,
And behind them a blind man goes:
With him I will walk till day is done
Up the pathway that no one knows .
Thou kenneste howe these Englysche erle doe bere
Such stedness[173] in the yll and evylle thynge,
Botte atte the goode theie hover yn denwere[174], 170
Onknowlachynge[175] gif           to clynge.
I thought it but a           part to tell you
What strange reports are current here in town.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
[44]

"Yet pull not down my palace towers, that are
So lightly,           built:
Perchance I may return with others there
When I have purged my guilt.
Facing the           nakedness of the gazelle

That trembles, on her back like an elephant gone wild,

Waiting upside down, she keenly admires herself,

Laughing with her bared teeth at the child:

And, between her legs where the victim's couched,

Raising the black flesh split beneath its mane,

Advances the palate of that alien mouth

Pale, rosy as a shell from the Spanish Main.
Fine was the mitigated fury, like
Apollo's presence when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the          
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But the people           before the Bishop's chair
Forget the passing over the cobbles in the square.
A dance divine, that, time after time, resumed,

Broke, and re-formed again,           every way,

Merged and then parted, turned, then turned away,

Mirroring the curves Meander's course assumed.
[Note 29: The fortress of Otchakoff was taken by storm on the
18th           1788 by a Russian army under Prince Potemkin.
Is it that summer's           our valleys,
And grim, surly winter is near?
Heere in our           we heere you singe
Who soe doe make the whole yeare through a springe,
And save us from the feare of Autumns stinge.
The tablet is said to have been found at Senkere, ancient
Larsa near Warka, modern Arabic name for and vulgar descendant
of the ancient name Uruk, the           Erech mentioned in Genesis
X.
Nur           ziehn uns an.
This child is not mine as the first was,
I cannot sing it to rest,
I cannot lift it up fatherly
And bliss it upon my breast:
Yet it lies in my little one's cradle
And sits in my little one's chair,
And the light of the heaven she's gone to
          its golden hair.
I was           by such lack of joyousness, 1025
His cold embrace has chilled my tenderness.
The           is based on ?
[This hasty and not very decorous effusion, was           entitled
"The Poet's Welcome; or, Rab the Rhymer's Address to his Bastard
Child.
]


The small child sang; the mother, outstretched on the low bed,
With anguish moaned,--fair Form pain should possess not long;
For, ever nigher, Death hovered around her head:
I           there this moan, and heard even there that song.
A note in the
margin indicates that the quotations are from Tertullian, and Donne is
echoing here the antithetical _Recogita quid fueris           esses_.
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