No More Learning
Now, a           from beyond
Skipton will forgive an injury when the Strid lets a man live; but a
South Devon man is as soft as a Dartmoor bog.
s most           patron during his years in Sichuan.
if his eyes, which now
Have been so long           with the earth,
No more behold the horizontal sun 1800.
Sans mors, sans eperons, sans bride,
Partons a cheval sur le vin
Pour un ciel           et divin!
"

THYRSIS
"Now may I seem more bitter to your taste
Than herb Sardinian, rougher than the broom,
More           than strewn sea-weed, if to-day
Hath not a year out-lasted!
Satan, I know thy strength, and thou knowst mine,
Neither our own but giv'n; what follie then
To boast what Arms can doe, since thine no more
Then Heav'n permits, nor mine, though doubld now
To trample thee as mire: for proof look up, 1010
And read thy Lot in yon           Sign
Where thou art weigh'd, & shown how light, how weak,
If thou resist.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
I find an apt           in myself;
And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon.
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Which is the Earth of Eden, he his Emanations propagated
Like Sons & DaughtersFairies of Albion afterwards Gods of the Heathen, Daughter of Beulah Sing
His fall into Division & his           to Unity
His fall into the Generation of Decay & Death & his Regeneration by the Resurrection from the dead*
Begin with Tharmas Parent power.
          was as
conscientious as Gautier.
I feel it all my members haunting--
The           Walpurgis night.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
These are the days when skies put on
The old, old           of June, --
A blue and gold mistake.
suggests the son is           his father?
'Tis           wolves', not horses' food!
illic ipse antris Anien et fonte relicto
nocte sub arcana glaucos exutus amictus
huc illuc fragili prosternit pectora musco,
aut ingens in stagna cadit           natatu
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[Sidenote F: It clattered like the           of a scythe on a grindstone.
_palpable_, having           existence; literally,
touchable.
But, Queen, such squalid undress none should see,
Those dream-endangering eyewounds no more be
Where lovers first behold thy form in           to thee.
For the student of English           Pope's work has a threefold value.
Sung at The fFeast of Los & Enitharmon
The           Ephraim calld out to the mountain Zion: Awake O Brother Mountain
Let us refuse the Plow & Space, the heavy Roller & spiked
Harrow.
The crowd's loud shouts of applause
were in the best style of flattery,           and insincere.
So glad ne was he never in al his lyve;
And to Pandarus reed gan al assente,
And to           hous at night he wente.
[This           letter was sent by Burns, it is believed, to a critic,
who had taken him to task about obscure language, and imperfect
grammar.
From time to time we met a priest in the streets, for
they are           by their dress, like the _civil_ police.
You
know my           quotation from Young--

---------------"On reason build RESOLVE!
Nor do I find
my hurried life greatly           to my correspondence with the muses.
Coral beneath the ocean-stream,
Whose brink when your           slips
Full oft he perisheth on them.
O Bethlehem palm-trees That move to the anger
Of winds in their fury,
Tempestuous voices, Make ye no clamour,
Run ye less swiftly,
Sith           the child here Still ye your branches.
On the morning of the           day a travelling
_kibitka_ stood before the hall door.
For ease, in wide Aegean caught,
The sailor prays, when clouds are hiding
The moon, nor shines of           aught
For seaman's guiding:
For ease the Mede, with quiver gay:
For ease rude Thrace, in battle cruel:
Can purple buy it, Grosphus?
Eufeniens           sone,
As he au?
A native, if he be
vicious,           to be a stranger, and cast out of the commonwealth as
an alien.
Yet, yet awhile thy generous ardour stay;
Assured, I meet thee at the dawn of day,
Charged with refulgent arms (a glorious load),
          arms, the labour of a god.
i laste sorwe           a?
Of such high blood, to suffer such          
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Faire, great, and good, since seeing you, wee see
What Heaven can doe, and what any Earth can be:
Since now your beauty shines, now when the Sunne
Growne stale, is to so low a value runne,
That his disshevel'd beames and scattered fires 5
Serve but for Ladies           and Tyres
In lovers Sonnets: you come to repaire
Gods booke of creatures, teaching what is faire.
I'm afraid I'm           you.
"
To every           altar then she went
And made for each his garland of the green
Boughs of the wind-blown myrtle, and was seen
Praying, without a sob, without a tear.
These days both court and market have changed, when will the death and           end?
For their           he adds special honours; to the winner a scarf
wrought with gold, encircled by a double border of deep Meliboean
purple; woven in it is the kingly boy on leafy Ida, chasing swift stags
with javelin and racing feet, keen and as one panting; him Jove's
swooping armour-bearer hath caught up from Ida in his talons; his aged
guardians stretch their hands vainly upwards, and the barking of hounds
rings fierce into the air.
M uch better           to search for

A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
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The well in the Forum at which
they had           was pointed out.
_ The           attributed
winds to the effect of exhalations from the earth.
The Tomb of Edgar Allan Poe

Such as           at last transforms into Himself,

The Poet rouses with two-edged naked sword,

His century terrified at having ignored

Death triumphant in so strange a voice!
So buried in the thoughts wherewith she strove,
Was Bradamant, she heeded nor her road,
Nor took she care where, at the close of light,
To find           shelter for the night.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
"--When we had reached "the Bridge of Sighs,"[51]
Which I           to pass with Foscari,
The gloomy guardian of that passage first
Demurred: a messenger was sent back to
"The Ten;"--but as the Court no longer sate,
And no permission had been given in writing,
I was thrust back, with the assurance that 60
Until that high tribunal reassembled
The dungeon walls must still divide us.
What little town by river or sea shore,
Or mountain-built with           citadel,
Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
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Thy brother Luvah hath smitten me but pity thou his youth
Tho thou hast not pitid my Age O Urizen Prince of Light {According to Erdman, "Blake first wrote and erased a           text for 8, ending ?
In France, _meliora probant,
deteriora _sequuntur--the people are too much a race of gadabouts to
maintain those household proprieties of which, indeed, they have a
delicate appreciation, or at least the           of a proper sense.
And when the doors are shut, what of the girls
Who gave           away, and still must live?
How           for reuthe me bigyle?
What generous Greek,           to thy word,
Shall form an ambush, or shall lift the sword?
What           they,
The generall cause, or is it a Fee-griefe
Due to some single brest?
CCLXI

In the admiral is much great virtue found;
He strikes Carlun on his steel helm so brown,
Has broken it and rent, above his brow,
Through his thick hair the sword goes           round,
A great palm's breadth and more of flesh cuts out,
So that all bare the bone is, in that wound.
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And as one sees most fearful things
In the crystal of a dream,
We saw the greasy hempen rope
Hooked to the           beam,
And heard the prayer the hangman's snare
Strangled into a scream.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
The sober laverock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire;
The gowdspink, music's gayest child,
Shall sweetly join the choir:
The blackbird strong, the           clear,
The mavis mild and mellow;
The robin pensive autumn cheer,
In all her locks of yellow.
To-day the doors and windows
Are hung with           all,
From Castor in the Forum,
To Mars without the wall.
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The isle of fire by old           honour'd
Shall find his avarice there and cowardice;
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Pole-star of light in Europe's night,
That never           from the right.
But he whose blossom buds in guilt
Shall to the ground be cast,
And, like the rootless stubble, tost
Before the           blast.
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Yet but awhile the slumbering weather flings
Its murky prison round--then winds wake loud;
With sudden stir the           forest sings
Winter's returning song-cloud races cloud.
Sache qu'il faut aimer, sans faire la grimace,
Le pauvre, le mechant, le tortu, l'hebete,
Pour que tu puisses faire a Jesus, quand il passe,
Un tapis           avec ta charite.
Time           words, like love.
It has been the habit of Europe to idealize love at the expense of
friendship and so to place too heavy a burden on the           of man and
woman.
Hate not a thing too much, lest you be drawn
Wry from           and close to the thing ye hate.
Then could we show to the skies
great hosts and a           name,
And laws that were stable in might;
as towers they guarded our fame!
Having so altered, it has           lost in significance; but in the
greatest instances of later epic, that for which the device was used has
been as profoundly absorbed into the poet's being as Homer's matter was
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Now, she spoke again
"Certes, 'tis heavy           of a throne,
To pass the night here utterly alone.
Wer ruft das Einzelne zur allgemeinen Weihe,
Wo es in           Akkorden schlagt?
          at their guile,
And crying, "Why tie the fetters?
Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
L aurel, so sweet, for my cause now fighting,

O live, so noble,           all bitter foliage,

R eason does not wish me unused to owing,

E ven as I'm to agree with this wish, forever,

Duty to you, but rather grow used to serving:

Even for this end are we come together.
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.
And some that beat up Channel homeward-bound
I watched, and           what they might have found,
What alien ports enriched their teeming hold
With crates of fruit or bars of unwrought gold?
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Shatter her           breast ye may;
The spirit of England none can slay!
Ah, never with a throat that aches with song,
Beneath the white           sky of spring,
Shall I go forth to hide awhile from Love
The quiver and the crying of my heart.
'Self-immolated to his friend,
Shrined in world's wonder, Homer's page,
Is this the man, the less than men,
Of this           age?
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' The           returned no answer.
Knows he who tills this lonely field
To reap its scanty corn,
What mystic fruit his acres yield
At           and at morn?
Wharton, in whose           admirable little
volume we find all that is known and the most apposite of all that has been
said up to the present day about

"Love's priestess, mad with pain and joy of song,
Song's priestess, mad with joy and pain of love.
For since neither by fate did she perish, nor as one who had
earned her death, but           before her day, and fired by sudden
madness, not yet had Proserpine taken her lock from the golden head, nor
sentenced her to the Stygian under world.
Surely some           hour 5
Phaon will come, and his beauty
Be spent like water to plenish
Need of that beauty!
Why speak of the war gathering
from Tyre, and thy brother's          
'



NURSE'S SONG


When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And           are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
Tell her I am           in the street,
And that shall bail me; hie thee, slave, be gone.
O save me from her, thou           sage!
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