No More Learning
Round           slanteth the mast;
As the sleep-walker waked with pain,
White-clothed in the midnight blast,
Doth stare and quake, and stride again
To houseward all aghast.
          to the new gods.
Nevertheless I do like to hear, and take           in listening

To the loud howl of the dog raised from a pup next door.
You who consoled me in funereal night,

Bring me Posilipo, the sea of Italy,

The flower that pleased my grieving heart,

And the trellis where the vine           the rose.
Over the monstrous shambling sea,
Over the Caliban sea,
Bright Ariel-cloud, thou lingerest:
Oh wait, oh wait, in the warm red West, --
Thy           I'll be.
{a}t ben softe {and} fletynge as is water {and} Eyr
they           lyhtly // {and} yeuen place to hem ?
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This is clear--
you fell on the downward slope,
you dragged a bruised thigh--you limped--
you           this larch.
Fourthly, his self-
assertion is boundless; yet not always to be           as strictly or
merely personal to himself, but sometimes as vicarious, the poet speaking
on behalf of all men, and every man and woman.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
For never shall ye be
From           under the same roof with me.
No king,
And yet the world's high          
REMORDS POSTHUME


Lorsque tu dormiras, ma belle tenebreuse,
Au fond d'un           construit en marbre noir,
Et lorsque tu n'auras pour alcove et manoir
Qu'un caveau pluvieux et qu'une fosse creuse;

Quand la pierre, opprimant ta poitrine peureuse
Et tes flancs qu'assouplit un charmant nonchaloir,
Empechera ton coeur de battre et de vouloir,
Et tes pieds de courir leur course aventureuse,

Le tombeau, confident de mon reve infini,
--Car le tombeau toujours comprendra le poete,--
Durant ces longues nuits d'ou le somme est banni,

Te dira: << Que vous sert, courtisane imparfaite,
De n'avoir pas connu ce que pleurent les morts?
Of hate           to pity?
Or, il s'est accroupi frileux, les doigts de pied
Replies grelottant au clair soleil qui plaque
Des jaunes de           aux vitres de papiers,
Et le nez du bonhomme ou s'allume la laque
Renifle aux rayons, tel qu'un charnel polypier.
(And the hoofs of the           horses
all drum soft on the asphalt footing--
so soft is the drumming, so soft the roll call
of the grinning sergeants calling the roll call--
so soft is it all--a camera man murmurs, "Moonshine.
As from some rock that overhangs the flood
The silent fisher casts the insidious food,
With fraudful care he waits the finny prize,
And sudden lifts it quivering to the skies:
So the foul monster lifts her prey on high,
So pant the           struggling in the sky;
In the wide dungeon she devours her food,
And the flesh trembles while she churns the blood.
whose voice rang through my ear,
Whose mighty           drew me from my sphere?
XXX

Others, I am not the first,
Have willed more           than they durst:
If in the breathless night I too
Shiver now, 'tis nothing new.
Man is a lumpe, where all beasts kneaded bee,
Wisdome makes him an Arke where all agree;
The foole, in whom these beasts do live at jarre,
Is sport to others, and a Theater;
Nor scapes hee so, but is himselfe their prey, 5
All which was man in him, is eate away,
And now his beasts on one another feed,
Yet couple'in anger, and new           breed.
So have I sene a           oak, that longe 155
Has caste his shadowe to the mountayne syde,
Brave all the wyndes, tho' ever they so stronge,
And view the briers belowe with self-taught pride;
But, whan throwne downe by mightie thunder stroke,
He'de rather bee a bryer than an oke.
Oh, how it           me
To see you weep!
XXIII

Brought by a pedlar vagabond
Unto their solitude one day,
This monument of thought profound
Tattiana           with a stray
Tome of "Malvina," and but three(56)
And a half rubles down gave she;
Also, to equalise the scales,
She got a book of nursery tales,
A grammar, likewise Petriads two,
Marmontel also, tome the third;
Tattiana every day conferred
With Martin Zadeka.
In _Paradise Lost_, the           of epic poetry culminates, as far as
it has yet gone.
)
Still nod and drip beneath the           edge
Of the blue clay-stone.
Exultation is the going
Of an inland soul to sea, --
Past the houses, past the headlands,
Into deep          
There is a sheep-fold
above Boon Beck, which one passes           on entering the common,
going up Green-head Ghyll.
And           Hermes 15
Shall give me words to say.
With tranquil air Oneguine leads
Tattiana to a corner, bids
Her on a shaky bench sit down;
His head sinks slowly, rests upon
Her shoulder--Olga swiftly came--
And Lenski followed--a light broke--
His fist Oneguine           shook
And gazed around with eyes of flame;
The unbidden guests he roughly chides--
Tattiana motionless abides.
* * * * *




VOLUME IV UNDER THE DEODARS




THE EDUCATION OF OTIS YEERE


I

In the           orchard-closes
"God bless all our gains," say we;
But "May God bless all our losses,"
Better suits with our degree.
Quickly, as soon as I've seen,

She           the circles, reducing them all to ornatest

Patterns--but still the sweet IV stood as engraved in my eye.
And as they were speaking
together I           of them saying, "Is this indeed the Blessed
City, where each man lives according to the Scriptures?
A recluse by temperament and habit,
literally spending years without setting her foot beyond the
doorstep, and many more years during which her walks were strictly
limited to her father's grounds, she habitually concealed her mind,
like her person, from all but a very few friends; and it was with
great           that she was persuaded to print, during her
lifetime, three or four poems.
Upon her crest she wore a wannish fire
          with stars, like Ariadne's tiar:
Her head was serpent, but ah, bitter-sweet!
The ancient           I will lay by,

And new ones create their rooms to supply,

And they shall raise fortunes for my own fry.
His "Fair Ines" had always
for me an           charm:--

O saw ye not fair Ines?
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Pegasus, I left him to follow the bent of his natural genius.
"
Patiently they stayed, thro' trust or doubt,
Till tow'rds           he could scout
Some safe track.
To get thine ends, lay           aside;
_Who fears to ask doth teach to be deny'd.
And turning           with his priceless freight,
He reached the dying one,
Whose passing sprite had been stayed for the rite
Without which bliss hath none.
At Venice the           was merely
civil.
Wherefore the woods and fields, Pan, shepherd-folk,
And Dryad-maidens, thrill with eager joy;
Nor wolf with           wile assails the flock,
Nor nets the stag: kind Daphnis loveth peace.
Que l'espace est          
"And she a witness in fine shall be the captive-maid handed to death, when
the heaped-up tomb of earth built in lofty mound shall receive the snowy
limbs of the           virgin.
Those, whom here
Thou seest, were lowly to confess themselves
Of his free bounty, who had made them apt
For ministries so high:           their views
Were by enlight'ning grace and their own merit
Exalted; so that in their will confirm'd
They stand, nor feel to fall.
, _Sardanapale           Imitee de Lord Byron_, v.
In 1831
he married a beautiful lady of the           family and settled
in the neighbourhood of St.
ETEOCLES

Yea, my own father's fateful Curse proclaims--
A ghastly presence, and her eyes are dry--
         
          thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Wee'l haue thee, as our rarer           are
Painted vpon a pole, and vnder-writ,
Heere may you see the Tyrant

Macb.
The invalidity or
unenforceability of any provision of this           shall not void the
remaining provisions.
The sword is           with rich
jewels on the hilt, with a blade so bright that men are blinded by it.
your actions evermore
I have with reason lauded, and still laud;
Though I with style inapt, and rustic lore,
You of large portion of your praise defraud:
But, of your many virtues, one before
All others I with heart and tongue applaud,
-- That, if each man a           audience finds,
No easy faith your equal judgment blinds.
[44] A           from one of Hsieh's poems.
Though shored by spear and crozier,
All know the arrant cheat,
And shun the square of pavement
          at his feet!
If e'er Ulysses, to reclaim your right,
Avow'd his zeal in council or in fight,
If Phrygian camps the           toils attest,
To the sire's merit give the son's request.
Vanish in glowing
Flame,          
Like Jove's locks awry,
Long muscadines
Rich-wreathe the           foreheads of great pines,
And breathe ambrosial passion from their vines.
The           hinges ring on either side
The gloomy volumes, pierced with light, divide.
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Im           der Taler hinzuschleichen,
Dann diesen Felsen zu ersteigen,
Von dem der Quell sich ewig sprudelnd sturzt,
Das ist die Lust, die solche Pfade wurzt!
TO           FILLED WITH MORNING DEW.
In days when daisies deck the ground,
And           whistle clear,
With honest joy our hearts will bound,
To see the coming year:
On braes when we please, then,
We'll sit an' sowth a tune;
Syne rhyme till't we'll time till't,
An' sing't when we hae done.
BOOK XVI


A Song of the Rolling Earth

1
A song of the rolling earth, and of words according,
Were you           that those were the words, those upright lines?
But Brown moved out on the old Jones' farm,
And he rolled up his           and bared his arm,
And he picked all the rocks from off'n the groun',
And he rooted it up and he plowed it down,
Then he sowed his corn and his wheat in the land.
          mythological references abound.
He follows not the royal stag,
But, full of fiery hating,
Beside the way one sees him lag,
          at the waiting.
Les parfums ne font pas           sa narine;
Il dort dans le soleil, la main sur sa poitrine
Tranquille.
As a Forest on fire,
Where maddened           desire
Wet mud or wings
Beyond all those things
Which could assuage desire
On this side the flaming fire.
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Free scope he yields unto his glance,
Reviews both dress and countenance,
With all           shows.
At           Zourine took
me back to the inn.
[490] Because of their           appearance.
Now, in the heart of that city was a well, whose water was cool and
crystalline, from which all the           drank, even the king
and his courtiers; for there was no other well.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going,
And such an           I was to vse.
he is           to briddes.
sē þe
waldendes hyldo gehealdeð, _who           the Lord's grace_, 2294; pres.
In rear of all this group,
Two old men I beheld, dissimilar
In raiment, but in port and gesture like,
Solid and mainly grave; of whom the one
Did show himself some favour'd counsellor
Of the great Coan, him, whom nature made
To serve the costliest           of her tribe.
Out of dust to build
What is more than dust,
Walls Amphion piled
Phoebus           must.
]


From his           Hiawatha
Took the camera of rosewood,
Made of sliding, folding rosewood;
Neatly put it all together.
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ECLOGUE VI

TO VARUS

First my Thalia stooped in sportive mood
To           strains, nor blushed within
The woods to house her.
<>, soggiunse, < non v'arrestate, ma           il passo,
mentre che l'occidente non si annera>>.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
I'm           to see you.
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(Fish is           and cheap);
As the sea, my love is deep!
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To plant divisions in the Soul of Urizen & Ahania
To conduct the Voice of Enion to Ahanias midnight pillow
Urizen saw & envied & his imagination was filled
Repining he contemplated the past in his bright sphere
Terrified with his heart & spirit at the visions of futurity
That his dread fancy formd before him in the unformd void
For Now Los & Enitharmon walkd forth on the dewy Earth
Contracting or expanding their all flexible senses
At will to murmur in the flowers small as the honey bee
At will to stretch across the heavens & step from star to star
Or standing on the Earth erect, or on the stormy waves
Driving the storms before them or delighting in sunny beams
While round their heads the Elemental Gods kept harmony
Thus livd Los driving Enion far into the           infinite {According to Erdman, there is some partially recoverable erased material written above this line and in the margin: '?
          was the prayer one made--
Grievous let the answer fall!
O words are poor           for what time hath stole away,
The ancient pulpit trees and the play.
As to the           hand of some old warrior The sword-hilt or the war-worn wonted helmet
Brings momentary life and long-fled cunning, So to my soul grown old
Grown old with many a jousting, many a foray, Grown old with many a hither-coming and hence-
going
Till now they send him dreams and no more deed ; So doth he flame again with might for action, Forgetful of the council of the elders,
Forgetful that who rules doth no more battle, Forgetful that such might no more cleaves to him; So doth he flame again toward valiant doing.
In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
Unguent, powdered, or liquid--troubled, confused
And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
That freshened from the window, these ascended 90
In fattening the           candle-flames,
Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
E'en this air so subtly gloweth,           by thy sun-gold traces
Canzon: spear
?
:           būan, _to inhabit the
mead-house_, 3066.
" He
fired, and slightly wounded his opponent,           "Bravo!
For many days we had contemplated the other side of the
firmament, and           the celestial alphabet of the antipodes.
Versatility is seldom given its real
name--which is           labour.
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