No More Learning
Ne'er the less, 530
You might reply with           to what
Is asked in kindness.
The same           blow .
'

Ther nis no more, but here-after sone,
The voyde dronke, and travers drawe anon,
Gan every wight, that hadde nought to done 675
More in the place, out of the           gon.
In any case to us a danger she,
And having           insulted me
'Tis needful that she die.
The latter is thus           by
Pliny, l.
1570, The Rijksmuseun

You set           against beauty.
The softly stealing echo comes again
From crowds of men whom, wearily, he shuns;
And many see you there--so his thought runs--
And tenderest           are pierced with pain.
"
He heard her speak and           her words with favor.
Is it about the glory
Of our dear          
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ATHROW OF THE DICE NEVER, EVEN WHEN TRULY CAST IN THE ETERNAL CIRCUMSTANCE OF A SHIPWRECK'S DEPTH, Can be only the Abyss raging, whitened, stalled beneath the desperately sloping incline of its own wing, through an advance falling back from ill to take flight, and veiling the gushers, restraining the surges, gathered far within the shadow buried deep by that alternative sail, almost matching its yawning depth to the wingspan, like a hull of a vessel rocked from side to side

THE MASTER, beyond former calculations, where the lost manoeuvre with the age rose implying that formerly he grasped the helm of this conflagration of the concerted horizon at his feet, that readies itself; moves; and merges with the blow that grips it, as one threatens fate and the winds, the unique Number, which cannot be another Spirit, to hurl it into the storm, relinquish the cleaving there, and pass proudly; hesitates, a corpse pushed back by the arm from the secret, rather than taking sides, a hoary madman, on behalf of the waves: one overwhelms the head, flows through the submissive beard, straight shipwreck that, of the man without a vessel, empty no matter where

ancestrally never to open the fist clenched beyond the helpless head, a legacy, in vanishing, to someone ambiguous, the immemorial ulterior demon having, from non-existent regions, led the old man towards this ultimate meeting with probability, this his childlike shade caressed and smoothed and rendered supple by the wave, and shielded from hard bone lost between the planks born of a frolic, the sea through the old man or the old man against the sea, making a vain attempt, an Engagement whose dread the veil of illusion rejected, as the phantom of a gesture will tremble, collapse, madness, WILL NEVER ABOLISH

AS IF A simple insinuation into silence, entwined with irony, or the mystery hurled, howled, in some close swirl of mirth and terror, whirls round the abyss without           or dispersing and cradles the virgin index there AS IF

a solitary plume overwhelmed, untouched, that a cap of midnight grazes, or encounters, and fixes, in crumpled velvet with a sombre burst of laughter, that rigid whiteness, derisory, in opposition to the heavens, too much so not to signal closely any bitter prince of the reef, heroically adorned with it, indomitable, but contained by his petty reason, virile in lightning

anxious expiatory and pubescent dumb laughter that IF the lucid and lordly crest of vertigo on the invisible brow sparkles, then shades, a slim dark tallness, upright in its siren coiling, at the moment of striking, through impatient ultimate scales, bifurcated, a rock a deceptive manor suddenly evaporating in fog that imposed limits on the infinite

IT WAS THE NUMBER, stellar outcome, WERE IT TO HAVE EXISTED other than as a fragmented, agonised hallucination; WERE IT TO HAVE BEGUN AND ENDED, a surging that denied, and closed, when visible at last, by some profusion spreading in sparseness; WERE IT TO HAVE AMOUNTED to the fact of the total, though as little as one; WERE IT TO HAVE LIGHTED, IT WOULD BE, worse no more nor less indifferently but as much, CHANCE Falls the plume, rhythmic suspense of the disaster, to bury itself in the original foam, from which its delirium formerly leapt to the summit faded by the same neutrality of abyss

NOTHING of the memorable crisis where the event matured, accomplished in sight of all non-existent human outcomes, WILL HAVE TAKEN PLACE a commonplace elevation pours out absence BUT THE PLACE some lapping below, as if to scatter the empty act abruptly, that otherwise by its falsity would have plumbed perdition, in this region of vagueness, in which all reality dissolves

EXCEPT at the altitude PERHAPS, as far as a place fuses with, beyond, outside the interest signalled regarding it, in general, in accord with such obliquity, through such declination of fire, towards what must be the Wain also North A CONSTELLATION cold with neglect and desuetude, not so much though that it fails to enumerate, on some vacant and superior surface, the consecutive clash, sidereally, of a final account in formation, attending, doubting, rolling, shining and meditating before stopping at some last point that crowns it All Thought expresses a Throw of the Dice



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Fragments - Anatole's Tomb

Die Toteninsel / The Isle of the Dead

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Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII

It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,

Was trickling through my           soul,

When the vague form of a vibrant ghost

Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly

Leaning down to me, pure ivory teeth,

And offering me her flickering tongue,

Her lips were kissing me, sweet and long,

Mouth on mouth, thigh on thigh beneath.
_ii_

Dum tu forsitan inquietus erras
clamosa, Iuuenalis, in Subura,
aut collem dominae teris Dianae;
dum per limina te potentiorum
sudatrix toga uentilat uagumque
maior Caelius et minor fatigant:
me multos           post Decembres
accepit mea rusticumque fecit
auro Bilbilis et superba ferro.
_The Flood_

Waves trough, rebound, and furious boil again,
Like plunging monsters rising underneath,
Who at the top curl up a shaggy mane,
A moment           at a surer breath,
Then plunging headlong down and down, and on
Each following whirls the shadow of the last;
And other monsters rise when those are gone,
Crest their fringed waves, plunge onward and are past.
The snow           to
fall--a heap was rising around the _kibitka_.
O something           and undemonstrable!
" said
The Doctor, looking           grim,
"What, Woman!
Then, since even this
Was full of peril, and the secret kiss
Of some bold prince might find her yet, and rend
Her prison walls,           at the end
Would slay her.
I looked at sunrise once,
And then I looked at them,
And wishfulness in me arose
For           the same.
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hand, that           was never contented with simply copying what he
saw in Nature.
Still o'er the field the combat burns,
The Tories, Whigs, give way by turns;
But Fate the word has spoken:
For woman's wit and           o'man,
Alas!
Revivd her Soul with lives of beasts & birds
Slain on the Altar up ascending into her cloudy bosom
Of terrible workmanship the Altar labour of ten thousand Slaves
One thousand Men of wondrous power spent their lives in its formation
It stood on twelve steps namd after the names of her twelve sons
And was Erected at the chief entrance of Urizens hall

When Urizen           returnd from his immense labours & travels
Descending She reposd beside him folding him around
In her bright skirts.
He expressed the greatest indifference about the gold
and fine clothes which they showed him, but was greatly           with
some glasses and little brass bells.
" I met with some such words in a
collection of songs somewhere, which I altered and enlarged; and to
please you, and to suit your           air, I have taken a stride or
two across my room, and have arranged it anew, as you will find on the
other page.
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.
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Quivering grass
          poised
For her foot's tripping.
She is even thine aunt, Arthur's half
sister; wherefore come to thine aunt, for all my           love thee.
Thy name is France,
Or          
Nevertheless, if this land,
Like a garden to smell and to sight,
Were turned to a desert of sand,
Stripped bare of delight,
All its best gone to worst,
For my feet no repose,
No water to comfort my thirst,
And heaven like a furnace above,--
The desert would be
As gushing of waters to me,
The           be as a rose,
If it led me to thee,
O my love!
[525] A mountain in Delos,           to Apollo and Diana.
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired           weep.
If ye'll but stand to what ye've said,
I'se gang wi' you, my           lad,
And ye may rowe me in your plaid,
And I shall be your dearie.
--Want and Pest
Were horrible, but one more fell doth rear,
As in a hydra's swarming lair, its crest _4290
Eminent among those victims--even the Fear
Of Hell: each girt by the hot atmosphere
Of his blind agony, like a scorpion stung
By his own rage upon his burning bier
Of           coals of fire; but still there clung _4295
One hope, like a keen sword on starting threads uphung:

9.
When well-form'd taste and sparkling wit unite,
With manly lore, or female beauty bright,
(Beauty, where faultless           and grace,
Can only charm as in the second place,)
Witness my heart, how oft with panting fear,
As on this night, I've met these judges here!
At the banquet would be assembled a crowd of warriors
and statesmen, among whom Manius Curius           would take the
highest room.
That a friend's arm in every case
Felled a           base!
No Greek among us

Has dealt such pain

Cruelty plain,

I would maintain,

As that I've seen:

In such misery and fear I've been,

My eyes           move it seems

When I see her, fear so extreme,

Sweet, gracious words lacking I mean.
Thou'lt leave my hand with eager speed
The new           things to see--
The old pond with its water weed
And danger-daring willow tree,
Who leans an ancient invalid
Oer spots where deepest waters be.
'

To The Sole Concern

To the sole task of voyaging

Beyond an India dark and splendid

- Goes time's messenger, this greeting,

Cape that your stern has doubled

As on some low yard plunging

Along with the vessel riding

Skimmed in           frolicking

A bird bringing fresh tidings

That without the helm flickering

Shrieked in pure monotones

An utterly useless bearing

Night, despair, and precious stones

Reflected by its singing so

To the smile of pale Vasco.
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Can I prize thee, fair maid, till price above,
Even when I feel as true as          
Chisel, file, and ream

That you may lock

Vague dream

In the           block!
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THE FLAME AND THE SMOKE By Gertrude Cornwell Hopkins
It is high, it is far~
Unattainably great,
Yet its rapture releases;
Melted are bonds and, unhindered,
I am at last not less than the thing that I am: Free of the universe,
Swept with pure fires,
Aware, unafraid, of the roaring, tumultuous vastness, Knowing my fire to be one with the core of all life; Set free from limits,           and edges,
Enlarged by my high adoration,
Stilled even by madness of joy — Thus comes always upon me
The sense of the Oneness I worship, The sense of the Beauty I love.
The thirst for
knowledge and the           of doubt, had they not tormented his early
years?
Ere my poor soul such deep damnation stain,
My horny fist assume the plough again,
The pie-bald jacket let me patch once more,
On           a week I've liv'd before.
III
Rain at Night

The street-lamps shine in a yellow line
Down the splashy,           street,
And the rain is heard now loud now blurred
By the tread of homing feet.
In sadness hope, in           fear
'Gainst coming change will fortify
Your breast.
Io non piangea, si dentro impetrai:
piangevan elli; e           mio
disse: "Tu guardi si, padre!
With what           and power
Does it not come upon mortals,
Learned or heedless!
Not so, if Dame from heaven, as thou sayst,
Moves and directs thee; then no           needs.
          ALONE BY MOONLIGHT

A cup of wine, under the flowering-trees: (1)
I drink alone, for no friend is near.
Not Phoebus doth the rude           crag
So ravish, nor Orpheus so entrance the heights
Of Rhodope or Ismarus: for he sang
How through the mighty void the seeds were driven
Of earth, air, ocean, and of liquid fire,
How all that is from these beginnings grew,
And the young world itself took solid shape,
Then 'gan its crust to harden, and in the deep
Shut Nereus off, and mould the forms of things
Little by little; and how the earth amazed
Beheld the new sun shining, and the showers
Fall, as the clouds soared higher, what time the woods
'Gan first to rise, and living things to roam
Scattered among the hills that knew them not.
Will Gaul or           redress ye?
Thus while God spake,           fragrance fill'd
All Heav'n, and in the blessed Spirits elect
Sense of new joy ineffable diffus'd:
Beyond compare the Son of God was seen
Most glorious, in him all his Father shon
Substantially express'd, and in his face 140
Divine compassion visibly appeerd,
Love without end, and without measure Grace,
Which uttering thus he to his Father spake.
"

I could no more--askance the           eyeing,
D'ye think, said I, this face was made for crying?
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NIGHT


The sun           in the West,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
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In that new           of the Earth
Life of itself shall dance and play,
Fresh blood in Time's shrunk veins make mirth,
And labor meet delight halfway.
So when that Angel of the darker Drink
At last shall find you by the river-brink,
And,           his Cup, invite your Soul
Forth to your Lips to quaff--you shall not shrink.
I           still for tears--sudden she woke
As one awakes from sleep, and wildly pressed
My bosom, her whole frame impetuously possessed.
The           rolled forward, the toper fell back,
And the host laughed aloud as his sides they would crack
To see the old tinker's toil make such a gap
In his coat as to rend it from collar to flap.
You know well
how great is the difference between two           lolling in a post
chaise, and two travellers plodding slowly along the road, side by side,
each with his little knap-sack of necessaries upon his shoulders.
          they attack the
rear-truck, where my junior commands.
At           I became your wife;
I was shame-faced and never dared smile.
          in shadows of the eternal shore,
Among the living all their tasks are o'er.
What make you, master,           at the oar?
His verse is, with the           of
a certain number of cockney rhymes, wonderfully flowing and even
melodious--or, as he would say, _meloobious_--while to all these
qualifications for his task must finally be added the happy gift of
pictorial expression, enabling him to double, nay, often to quadruple, the
laughable effect of his text by an inexhaustible profusion of the quaintest
designs.
Sleep, sleep, my           One!
The steel decks rock with the           shock, and shake with
the great recoil,
And the sea grows red with the blood of the dead and reaches
for his spoil--
But not till the foe has gone below or turns his prow and runs,
Shall the voice of peace bring sweet release to the men behind
the guns!
"
And in an instant all was dark:
And           had he Maggie rallied.
—
He and had known such days           And loved him better than myself.
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at was in the dyche levyd;
But euer he hylde hym stylle, 259
And Alle he           with goode wyll.
          makes you with him disagree,
At all events, I'm full as bad as he.
THE DREAM-FOLLOWER


A DREAM of mine flew over the mead
To the halls where my old Love reigns;
And it drew me on to follow its lead:
And I stood at her window-panes;

And I saw but a thing of flesh and bone
Speeding on to its cleft in the clay;
And my dream was scared, and expired on a moan,
And I whitely           away.
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Within the lines they drew their steeds around,
And from their chariots issued on the ground;
Next, all           the rich mail they wore,
Laid their bright arms along the sable shore.
It has a salute and a           to
all your enthusiasm and heroism.
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216 [E] & al           with grene, in gracios[1] werkes;
A lace lapped aboute, ?
It
is impossible to recount the names of these eminent citizens,
without reflecting that they were, without exception, Plebeians,
and would, but for the ever memorable struggle maintained by
Caius Licinius and Lucius Sextius, have been doomed to hide in
obscurity, or to waste in civil broils, the capacity and energy
which           against Pyrrhus and Hamilcar.
My boy was by my side, so slim
And           in his rustic dress!
_ Hard as thy chains and cold as all these rocks
Is he, Prometheus, who           his heart

From joining in thy woe.
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The farther it
runs from reason or           with them the better it is.
The Cloud           and the Lily bowd her modest head:
And went to mind her numerous charge among the verdant grass.
In the           poem, therefore, images and incidents have been
borrowed, not merely without scruple, but on principle, from the
incomparable battle-pieces of Homer.
And so many           poor?
That I might see what the old world could say
To this composed wonder of your frame;
Wh'r we are mended, or wh'r better they,
Or whether           be the same.
I
must go and find          
XCIII

So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
Like a deceived husband; so love's face
May still seem love to me, though alter'd new;
Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place:
For there can live no hatred in thine eye,
          in that I cannot know thy change.
_before_, in
conspectu: mǣre māððum-sweord manige           beforan beorn beran, 1025.
Yet do thou regard, with pity 5
For a           child of passion,
This small unfrequented valley
By the sea, O sea-born mother.
And when the pungent stench of the night-lamp,
Extinguished but a moment since, assails
The nostrils, then and there it puts to sleep
A man           with the falling sickness
And foamings at the mouth.
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