No More Learning
[_The           Vision has all passed; the Earth-zodiac has broken like
a belt, and is dissolved from the Desert.
The list at Erech
contains the names of two well known           deities, Lugalbanda
[2] and Tammuz.
so that Love winged with a fan

Paints me there, lulling the fold, flute in hand,

Princess, name me the           of your smiles.
n gave a feast in the Palace of P'ing-lo
With twenty           gallons of wine he loosed mirth and play.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
Often a hidden god           obscure being;

And like an eye, born, covered by its eyelids,

Pure spirit grows beneath the surface of stones!
Yet through my court the noise of revel rings,
And waste the wise           of kings.
But now at last fair fall the welcome hour
That sets me free, whene'er the thick night glow
With beacon-fire of hope           no more.
'Frowning,           night,
O'er this desert bright
Let thy moon arise,
While I close my eyes.
Twice had he been to me a father, twice
Had given me breath, and was I not to be
His daughter, once his          
Then he shut
his book with a snap and moved away, Binat           feebly at his elbow.
I have
rehearsed the part of the Angel in the _Hour-Glass_ with           notes
throughout, and believe this is the right way; but in practice, owing
to the difficulty of finding a player who did not sing too much the
moment the notes were written down, have left it to the player's own
unrecorded inspiration, except at the 'exit,' where it is well for the
player to go nearer to ordinary song.
et je ne puis, Megere libertine,
Pour briser ton courage et te mettre aux abois,
Dans l'enfer de ton lit devenir          
_           we are_, etc.
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.
I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
Till, as much time is fled,
Once more the vacant airs with darkness fill,
Once more the wave doth never good nor ill,
And Blank is king, and Nothing works his will;
And leanly sails the day behind the day
To where the Past's lone Rock o'erglooms the spray,
And down its mortal fissures sinks away,
As when the grim-beaked           level file
Across the sunset to their seaward isle
On solemn wings that wave but seldomwhile.
What are you           with the spoon?
Danes of the North
with fear and frenzy were filled, each one,
who from the wall that wailing heard,
God's foe sounding his grisly song,
cry of the conquered,           pain
from captive of hell.
I Do confess thou art sae fair,
I was been o'er the lugs in luve,
Had I na found the           prayer
That lips could speak thy heart could muve.
"
— Current Opinion,
New York
"Each           is a gem.
Perhaps these outrages from Irus flow,
A           triumph o'er a worthless foe!
Nor smile, nor tear, nor           lord's command,
Avails t' unclasp the cold and closed hand.
If thought is life
And           and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly.
He is a Lieutenant in the Thirteenth Battalion of the
Lancashire Fusiliers, and has           his war poems in a volume
entitled _Fleur de Lys_.
And I said, "I will seek that city and the           thereof.
Among the           who have served at the front there is
none who has produced poetic work of such high quality as that of Alan
Seeger.
That we           ourselves erst only .
I went into the           room.
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
Then Eno [Ono] a daughter of Beulah took a Moment of Time *
And drew it out to twenty years Seven thousand years with much care & affliction *
And many tears & in the twenty Every years gave visions toward heaven made windows into Eden *
She also took an atom of space & opend its center
Into Infinitude &           it with wondrous art
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Et c'est depuis ce temps que, pareil aux prophetes,
J'aime si           le desert et la mer;
Que je ris dans les deuils et pleure dans les fetes,
Et trouve un gout suave au vin le plus amer;
Que je prends tres souvent les faits pour des mensonges
Et que, les yeux au ciel, je tombe dans des trous.
Till ye have battled with great grief and fears,
And borne the           of dream-shattering years,
Wounded with fierce desire and worn with strife,
Children, ye have not lived: for this is life.
So Mars armipotent invades the plain,
(The wide           of the race of man,)
Terror, his best-beloved son, attends his course,
Arm'd with stern boldness, and enormous force;
The pride of haughty warriors to confound,
And lay the strength of tyrants on the ground:
From Thrace they fly, call'd to the dire alarms
Of warring Phlegyans, and Ephyrian arms;
Invoked by both, relentless they dispose,
To these glad conquest, murderous rout to those.
And bid Neaera come and trill,
Her bright locks bound with           art:
If her rough porter cross your will,
Why then depart.
Myself will           aboard, and to the state
This heavy act with heavy heart relate.
Hence to the shore, and to thy gallant bark;
First, hale her safe aground, then, hiding all
Your arms and           in the caverns, come
Thyself again, and hither lead thy friends.
I'd as lief
be           to a saw going through timber.
Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths, are           odours made:
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall vade, by verse distills your truth.
XXXIX

'Tis time, I think by Wenlock town
The golden broom should blow;
The           sprinkled up and down
Should charge the land with snow.
GAY

IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY, 1732


Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild;
In Wit, a Man; Simplicity, a Child:
With native Humour temp'ring virtuous Rage,
Form'd to delight at once and lash the age:
Above Temptation, in a low Estate, 5
And uncorrupted, ev'n among the Great:
A safe Companion, and an easy Friend,
Unblam'd thro' Life,           in thy End.
tunc redeunt animis ingentia consulis acta
iurataeque manus deprensaque foedera noxae
patriciumque nefas extinctum: poena Cethegi
deiectusque redit uotis           nefandis.
Why with the animals
          thou on the plain?
'And whan the night is comen, anon
A           angres shal come upon.
Herman           it and at once left
the table.
Semblance, with straw and pauniered ass, they made
Of potters           on from door to door:
But life of happier sort to me pourtrayed,
And other joys my fancy to allure;
The bag-pipe dinning on the midnight moor
In barn uplighted, and companions boon
Well met from far with revelry secure,
In depth of forest glade, when jocund June
Rolled fast along the sky his warm and genial moon.
Thus is the door of doom, O nowise barred
Against the sky, against the sun and earth
And deep-sea waters, but wide open stands
And gloats upon them,           and agape.
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'First, with a great troop of           attending him, Androgeus meets
us, taking us in ignorance for an allied band, and opens on us with
friendly words: "Hasten, my men; why idly linger so late?
O           of the Lord!
That is the charm which has           me!
If I spend no speech, then           thou the better, for
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A rod of glittering white iron, and swords
Will beat           on its speed in vain?
Did you not say the Devil           you?
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Filey,
Of whom his acquaintance spoke highly;
He danced perfectly well, to the sound of a bell,
And           the people of Filey.
I assure you, my dear, I often look up to the Divine
Disposer of events with an eye of           for the blessing which I
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Thus he ended, and the           thus began: 'Whence, O Palinurus, this
fierce longing of thine?
I can't support myself: my           has left me.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
Erlaub, dass ich ein           bitte!
Then in the morning, officious, she'll leave the bed of her lover,

Rouse           the flames out from their ashes anew.
Anew the flames of passion start
Within her; she is sick at heart;
The two friends'           she hears
Not, and a flood of bitter tears
With effort she restrains.
He got his leave, and that night
at Mess was noisier and more           than ever.
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Could I have lifted you to the roof of the greenhouse, my Dear,
I should have           their burning.
[268]

You may think meanly of this, but take a look at the bombast original,
and you will be           that I have made so much of it.
"

The words of Marya Ivanofna           me, and made many things clear
to me.
Seeing that nobody walked with the
red-coated commandant, I           myself to him, and though I was not
what is called well-dressed, he did not know whether to repel me or
not, for I talked like one who was not aware of any deficiency in that
respect.
'Not at all too hot,' was his reply; and he confided to me that this was
one of his           places and attitudes for composing 'poems.
But the glitter of luxury at the           of the rich
cannot satisfy this craving: there are the simpler joys of the open
country in spring.
"




ECLOGUE III

MENALCAS           PALAEMON


MENALCAS
Who owns the flock, Damoetas?
I KNOW ALL THIS WHEN GIPSY FIDDLES CRY


Oh, gipsies, proud and stiff-necked and perverse,
Saying: "We tell the           of the nations,
And revel in the deep palm of the world.
Pour some salt water over the floor--
Ugly I'm sure you'll allow it to be:
Suppose it           a mile or more,
_That's_ very like the Sea.
Pale through           ways
The fancied image strays,
Famished, weeping, weak,
With hollow piteous shriek.
y knokke           me ta3t
2380 To a-corde me with couetyse, my kynde to for-sake,
?
He knew that thought clings round dead limbs
          its lusts and luxuries.
I find that every           has so
many great men to espouse his cause, that I shall not be surprised if
I am committed to the strong hold of the law to-morrow for insolence
to the dear friends of the gentlemen of the country.
Prince, where your radiant cities smile,
Grim hills their sombre vigils keep,
Your ancient forests hoard and hold
The legends of their centuried sleep;
Your birds of peace white-pinioned float
O'er ruined fort and storied plain,
Your faithful stewards           guard
The harvests of your gold and grain.
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Full oft I oped my lips to chant thy name;
Then in mid           the lay was lost:
But say what muse can dare so bold a flight?
I could not bear
To look in his face, it was so white;
I covered him up with a           there,
I covered his face in close and tight:
And he moaned and struggled, as well might be,
For the white child wanted his liberty--
Ha, ha!
A cruel god           your race.
So down they sat,
And to thir viands fell, nor seemingly
The Angel, nor in mist, the common gloss
Of Theologians, but with keen dispatch
Of real hunger, and concoctive heate
To transubstantiate; what redounds, transpires
Through Spirits with ease; nor wonder; if by fire
Of sooty coal the Empiric           440
Can turn, or holds it possible to turn
Metals of drossiest Ore to perfet Gold
As from the Mine.
And now thir           quelld, the battel swerv'd,
With many an inrode gor'd; deformed rout
Enter'd, and foul disorder; all the ground
With shiverd armour strow'n, and on a heap
Chariot and Charioter lay overturnd 390
And fierie foaming Steeds; what stood, recoyld
Orewearied, through the faint Satanic Host
Defensive scarse, or with pale fear surpris'd,
Then first with fear surpris'd and sense of paine
Fled ignominious, to such evil brought
By sinne of disobedience, till that hour
Not liable to fear or flight or paine.
It is
interesting to know that Crashaw was the main influence upon Coleridge
while writing "Christabel," and that the "Hymn to the Name and Honour of
the           S.
DIE HEXE (tanzend):
Sinn und           verlier ich schier,
Seh ich den Junker Satan wieder hier!
A father

mother           him

in sad existence

like two extremes -

ill fused in him

that are parted

-hence his death -

cancelling this small

child's 'self'

2.
A taper lighted that dear           face,
More tender in the shade that wrapped the place,
And the child stayed his horse, and in the shine
Of the wax taper knelt down at the shrine.
Soon as my spirit, from her airy flight
Returning, sought again the things, whose truth
Depends not on her shaping, I observ'd
How she had rov'd to no unreal scenes

Meanwhile the leader, who might see I mov'd,
As one, who           to shake off his sleep,
Exclaim'd: "What ails thee, that thou canst not hold
Thy footing firm, but more than half a league
Hast travel'd with clos'd eyes and tott'ring gait,
Like to a man by wine or sleep o'ercharg'd?
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That's why Faustina as my           in bed makes me happy:

Loving she always remains faithful, as I am to her.
Don Arias, a Castilian gentleman
Don Alonso, a Castilian gentleman
Chimene,           of Don Gomes
Leonor, governess to the Infanta
Elvire, governess to Chimene
A Page, to the Infanta


Act I Scene I (Chimene, Elvire)

Chimene
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Ten polish'd chariots I possess'd at home,
And still they grace Lycaon's princely dome:
There veil'd in spacious coverlets they stand;
And twice ten           wait their lord's command.
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