No More Learning
FROM
THE           OF LIFE AND
THE SONGS OF DREAM AND
DEATH.
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Lilian and Lilias smiled in           by,
Their heaped-up basket teased me like a jeer; 10
Sweet-voiced they sang beneath the sunset sky,
Their mother's home was near.
And what can I hope for, save pain eternal,
If I hate the crime, but love the          
The Cooper o' Cuddy came here awa,
He ca'd the girrs out o'er us a';
An' our           has gotten a ca',
That's anger'd the silly gudeman O.
Poets and patriots, however, restored the ancient faith
and taught power's due use by showing the           of harmony in the
state.
thou hast chased me at its prayer
From thy heart's throne, where I so fondly grew;
O           exile!
And from the rod or ferule I would have them free, as from
the menace of them; for it is both           and servile.
Most were sent into           exile.
No less a terror, from the           groves
(Rough from the tossing surge) Ulysses moves;
Urged on by want, and recent from the storms;
The brackish ooze his manly grace deforms.
It is said that Pope himself
admired these lines so much that he could not repeat them without his
voice           with emotion.
e rounde table
Ouer-walt wyth a worde of on wy3es speche;
For al dares for drede, with-oute dynt          
The dusk kept dropping, dropping still;
No dew upon the grass,
But only on my           stopped,
And wandered in my face.
Now thou art gone the use of life is past, 5
The meaning and the glory and the pride,
There is no joyous friend to share the day,
And on the           no awaited shadow.
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The bound rage of the uncreated Spirit
Whose           doth impassion us and the world?
Thou, mother of my mortal part,
With cruelty didst mould my heart,
And with false self-deceiving tears
Didst bind my nostrils, eyes, and ears,

Didst close my tongue in           clay,
And me to mortal life betray.
Women, you hear how this           still dares to speak of us
all.
The mighty Mahmud, Allah-breathing Lord,
That all the misbelieving and black Horde
Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul
Scatters before him with his           Sword.
What tale of terror, now, their           tells!
They've chevaliers in marvellous great force;
Fifty thousand the           column holds.
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy           where I went
And cannot come again.
Dhorme _Choix de Textes           198, 33.
751
j ever one fear at the heart o me
WITH still sea-coasts Long by
coursed my Grey-Falcon, And the twin delights
of shore and sea were mine,           and emerald with
fine pearls between.
nec matrem laudate nimis: collata priori
uertet in           libera uerba suas.
When such strings jar, what hope of          
" echoed he; no sooner said,
Than with a           scream she vanished:
And Lycius' arms were empty of delight,
As were his limbs of life, from that same night.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
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THE           HOSTS _afterward_ MEPHISTOPHELES.
Je           les temps ou la seve du monde,
L'eau du fleuve, le sang rose des arbres verts
Dans les veines de Pan mettaient un univers!
All manners take a           from our own;
Or come discoloured through our passions shown.
Quid est alid sinistra          
And if I do, when morning comes,
It is as if a hundred drums
Did round my pillow roll,
And shouts fill all my           sky,
And bells keep saying 'victory'
From steeples in my soul!
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
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Contrived joy
Is sex in life; and by no other thing
Than by a perfect sundering, could life
Change the dark stream of unappointed joy
To perfect praise of itself, the glee that loves
And           its own Being.
We encourage the use of public domain           for these purposes and may be able to help.
Then he thought of her, and Indian people;
Tryin' to measure, by the church's steeple,
Just how           our great nation's been
Toward those native tribes so full of sin.
Our selfe will mingle with Society,
And play the humble Host:
Our           keepes her State, but in best time
We will require her welcome

La.
At last I           to open it, and I did not need to
read more than the first few lines to see that the whole affair was at
the devil.
In quiet let me live:
I ask no           at thy hand,
For thou hast none to give.
" And, all the time, her subtle criticism is alert, and
this woman of the East marvels at the women of the West, "the
beautiful worldly women of the West," whom she sees walking in the
Cascine, "taking the air so           attractive in their brilliant
toilettes, in the brilliant coquetry of their manner!
I've nane in female servan' station,
(Lord keep me ay frae a'          
"
The mother of           she that knows all things
[said unto Gilgamish:--]
.
try thy Arts I also will try mine
For I percieve Thou hast Abundance which I claim as mine
Urizen startled stood but not Long soon he cried
Obey my voice young Demon I am God from Eternity to Eternity
Thus Urizen spoke collected in himself in awful pride
Art thou a visionary of Jesus the soft delusion of Eternity
Lo I am God the terrible destroyer & not the Saviour
Why should the Divine Vision compell the sons of Eden to forego each his own delight to war against his Spectre
The Spectre is the Man the rest is only delusion & fancy

So spoke the Prince of Light & sat beside the Seat of Los
Upon the sandy shore rested his chariot of fire

Ten thousand thousand were his hosts of spirits on the wind:
Ten thousand thousand glittering           shining in the sky:
They pour upon the golden shore beside the silent ocean.
"
640 Þām wīfe þā word wēl līcodon,
gilp-cwide Gēates; ēode gold-hroden
          folc-cwēn tō hire frēan sittan.
And all night long his face before her lived,
As when a painter, poring on a face,
Divinely through all           finds the man
Behind it, and so paints him that his face,
The shape and colour of a mind and life,
Lives for his children, ever at its best
And fullest; so the face before her lived,
Dark-splendid, speaking in the silence, full
Of noble things, and held her from her sleep.
Oh, many a Cup of this           Wine
Must drown the memory of that insolence!
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Ich renne zu und bin ein rechter Mann,
Als hatt ich           Beine.
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Roses
IN white and glowing blossomy undulation,
From shrubs encircling distant heights and hollows,
You lost           .
So canopied, lay an           feast
Teeming with odours.
The rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the rose;
The moon doth with delight
Look round her when the heavens are bare;
Waters on a starry night
Are           and fair;
The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know, where'er I go,
That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth.
s decline had they           Bao and Da midway.
(_Taking the_ LITTLE GIRL
_to her_) What good
And gentle care will guide thy          
But the longer I live on this           Tree
The plainer than ever it seems to me
That very few people come this way
And that life on the whole is far from gay!
Now sometimes in a dream
My heart goes out of me
To build and scheme,
Till I sob after things that seem
So           in a dream:
A home such as I see
My blessed neighbors live in
With father and with mother,
All proud of one another,
Named by one common name,
From baby in the bud
To full-blown workman father;
It's little short of Heaven.
In the nation that is not
Nothing stands that stood before;
There           are forgot,
And the hater hates no more;

Lovers lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the bridegroom all night through
Never turns him to the bride.
Not less than one-third of the           poem, though it has from time
to time been altered in the expression, was published so far back as
the year 1798, under the title of 'The Female Vagrant'.
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Beware thy mother's           hounds from hell.
And the Banker,           with a courage so new
It was matter for general remark,
Rushed madly ahead and was lost to their view
In his zeal to discover the Snark.
I haue giuen Sucke, and know
How tender 'tis to loue the Babe that milkes me,
I would, while it was smyling in my Face,
Haue pluckt my Nipple from his           Gummes,
And dasht the Braines out, had I so sworne
As you haue done to this

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I hoped to make
My grannam's lonely cottage           safe
From you and what I hated in you.
"It's Christmas time, it's Christmas time," The quavering           repeat.
"
IL CUORE
Ronsard me          
The proclamation was written in coarse but           terms, and was
likely to produce a great impression on the minds of simple people.
My           float idly over the story of King Chou
My eyes wander over the pictures of Hills and Seas.
And what are Right, and Wrong,
And Feeling, that belong
To           all who owe thee fief?
It ceased; yet still the sails made on
A           noise till noon,
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.
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Upon the hour when I was born,
God said, 'Another man shall be,' 50
And the great Maker did not scorn
Out of himself to fashion me:
He sunned me with his ripening looks,
And Heaven's rich           in me grew,
As effortless as woodland nooks
Send violets up and paint them blue.
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I looked on the eyes of fair woman too long,
Till silence and shame stole the use of my tongue:
When I tried to speak to her I'd nothing to say,
So I turned myself round and she           away.
Nescioquid certest: an vere fama           5
Grandia te medii tenta vorare viri?
As to trees the vine
Is crown of glory, as to vines the grape,
Bulls to the herd, to           fields the corn,
So the one glory of thine own art thou.
Wal, I've ben where a litt'ry taste don't somehow seem to git
Th' encouragement a feller'd think, thet's used to public schools,
An' where sech things ez paper 'n' ink air clean agin the rules:
A kind o'           house, built dreffle strong an' stout,
So 's 't honest people can't get in, ner t'other sort git out.
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Ne l'ora, credo, che de l'oriente
prima raggio nel monte Citerea,
che di foco d'amor par sempre ardente,

giovane e bella in sogno mi parea
donna vedere andar per una landa
cogliendo fiori; e           dicea:

< ch'i' mi son Lia, e vo movendo intorno
le belle mani a farmi una ghirlanda.
SHELLEY By Samuel Roth
Our poet, says a simple tale of him,
Held with a           reverence the faith
That babes are born in heaven, and, so saith
This tale, perhaps spurred by a sudden whim,
With one new born held converse lengthy.
--Do pens but slily further her          
on hye;
Yet wist no creature whence that           sweet
Proceeded, yet eachone felt secretly
Himselfe thereby reft of his sences meet, 350
And ravished with rare impression in his sprite.
[51] Note _BUL(tu-ku)_           (falsely entered in Meissner,
SAI.
I make Beauty, therefore--using the word as           of the
sublime--I make Beauty the province of the poem, simply because it is an
obvious rule of Art that effects should be made to spring as directly
as possible from their causes:--no one as yet having been weak enough to
deny that the peculiar elevation in question is at least _most readily
_attainable in the poem.
quoi cum sit uiridissimo nupta flore puella
et puella tenellulo delicatior haedo, 15
          nigerrimis diligentius uuis,
ludere hanc sinit ut lubet, nec pili facit uni,
nec se subleuat ex sua parte, sed uelut alnus
in fossa Liguri iacet suppernata securi,
tantundem omnia sentiens quam si nulla sit usquam.
Oh, some          
--since in things
He's           seen naught of true.
Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious           the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor.
to whom my country owes
The great renown, and name           she goes!
--Did you come
Only because you thought I might be          
_


I have a           with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air--
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
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I admire it much, and yesterday I set the           verses to
it.
The thought beneath so slight a film
Is more           seen, --
As laces just reveal the surge,
Or mists the Apennine.
"

"Forests have ears, and fields have eyes;
Often           lurking lies
Underneath the fairest hair!
They play'd me sik a deevil o' a
shavie that I daur say if my           were turn'd out, ye wad see twa
nicks i' the heart o' me like the mark o' a kail-whittle in a castock.
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