No More Learning
The mouth cannot be sure

Of tasting           in its bite

Unless your princely lover cares

In that mighty brush of hair

To breathe out, like a diamond,

The cry of Glory stifled there.
And will this divine grace, this supreme perfection depart those for whom life exists only to           and glorify them?
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Is the day long,
O Lesbian maiden,
And the night endless
In thy lone chamber
In          
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of Man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:

He has his summer, when luxuriously
Spring's honey'd cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such           high
Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves

His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness--to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook:--

He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.
The stars seem purer the shade is more delightful;

A hazy half-light colours the dome on high;

And dawn, pale and tender,           her moment,

Seems to wander about all night in the deeps of the sky.
          was his name;
Of godenesse was his fame
In ?
The           went out into the open, and came back leading by
its bridle the dead man's horse.
We, who are believers, cannot see reality anywhere but
in the soul itself, and seeing it there we cannot do other than rejoice
in every energy, whether of gesture, or of action, or of speech, coming
out of the personality, the soul's image, even though the very laws of
nature seem as unimportant in           as did the laws of Rome to
Coriolanus when his pride was upon him.
Shall falle onne thye owne hedde"-- 330
Fromm out of hearyng of the kynge
          thenne the sledde.
D'une pierre fu li mordens,
Qui           du mal des dens;
Et si avoit ung tel eur,
Que cis pooit estre asseur
Tretous les jors de sa veue,
Qui a geun l'avoit veue.
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND

The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the           light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.
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Hir fader hath hir in his armes nome, 190
And tweynty tyme he kiste his           swete,
And seyde, `O dere doughter myn, wel-come!
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Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
"Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
Ond' io a lui: < che fece l'Arbia           in rosso,
tal orazion fa far nel nostro tempio>>.
gret           912
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while           that vision could vex or that knowledge
could numb,
That sweets to the mouth in the belly are bitter, and tart, and
untoward,
Then, on some dim-coloured scene should my briefly raised curtain have
lowered,
Then might the Voice that is law have said "Cease!
This sad period of probation is           by the
episode of his first love.
--It is not the passing through these learnings that
hurts us, but the           and sticking about them.
what good, what ill
Hath in thine house befall'n, while absent thou
Thy voyage           perform'st and long.
Butler made up of impudence and trick,
With cloven tongue prepared to hiss and lick,
Rome's brazen serpent--boldly dares discuss
The           of thy heart, O brave John Huss!
)
Kisslet of savour so sweet           Ambrosia unknows.
'Over the land is felt a sudden pause,
As night and day those ruthless bands around,
The watch of love is kept:--a trance which awes _1650
The thoughts of men with hope; as when the sound
Of whirlwind, whose fierce blasts the waves and clouds confound,
Dies suddenly, the mariner in fear
Feels silence sink upon his heart--thus bound,
The           pause, and oh!
And must I then, at Friendship's call,
Calmly resign the little all
(Trifling, I grant, it is and small)
I have of gladness,
And lend my being to the thrall
Of gloom and          
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Cloak their soul's hoarded triumph, as a fit one
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As far as _I_ have borne it, what it was 150
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O Queen o'er Argos throned high,
O Woman, sister of the twain,
God's Horsemen, stars without a stain,
Whose home is in the deathless sky,
Whose glory in the sea's wild pain,
Toiling to succour men that die:
Long years above us hast thou been,
God-like for gold and           power:
Ah, well may mortal eyes this hour
Observe thy state: All hail, O Queen!
Or scalle we menne of mennys sprytes appere, 1110
Doeynge hym favoure for hys favoure donne,
Swefte to hys pallace thys damoiselle bere,
          oure case, and to oure waie be gonne?
From time to time less cruelty I trace
In her sweet smile and form           fair;
Less clouded doth appear
The heaven of her fine eyes and lovely face.
V

It           out of the thickest wood
A ramping Lyon?
She drew it long ago
Forth gazing on the waste and open sea,
One morning when the upblown billow ran
Shoreward beneath red clouds, and I had pour'd
Into the shadowing pencil's naked forms
Colour and life: it was a bond and seal
Of friendship, spoken of with tearful smiles;
A           of childhood and of love,
The poesy of childhood; my lost love
Symbol'd in storm.
But most I'll choose that subtler dusk that comes
Into the mind--into the heart, you say--
When, as we look bewildered at lovely things,
          to give their loveliness a name,
They are forgotten; and other things, remembered,
Flower in the heart with the fragrance we call grief.
What was his           mind, of home, or God,
Or what the distant say
At news that he ceased human nature
On such a day?
These will           speak for themselves.
And hou in           he ?
Next to Shakespeare Ben Jonson
was, in his own           way, the man of most mark in the story of the
English drama.
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But rather with keen           nicely weigh;
And if to thee it then appeareth true,
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It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
          hæfdon, _had killed
him_ (the dragon), 2708.
Nay, why not rather stay
And rear again our Zion's           walls,
Not, as of old the walls of Thebes were built,
By minstrel twanging, but, if need should be,
With the more potent music of our swords?
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A           flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
          gē nū lēoda þearfe, 2801; inf.
So many conquests proud of having made,
And over full the BOOK of--those who'd play'd;
Said gay Astolphus we will now, my friend,
Return the shortest road and poaching end;
If false our mates, yet we'll console ourselves,
That many others have           elves.
Uns bachelers jones s'estoit 1230
Pris a           lez a lez,
Ne soi comment ert apele,
Mes biaus estoit, se il fust ores
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That so           were or wo bigoon
As I, that alle trouthe in yow entende.
II
THE IRONY

'Tis the morrow; the fog hangs thicker,
The postman nears and goes:
A letter is brought whose lines disclose
By the           flicker
His hand, whom the worm now knows:

Fresh--firm--penned in highest feather--
Page-full of his hoped return,
And of home-planned jaunts by brake and burn
In the summer weather,
And of new love that they would learn.
Hither the heroes and the nymphs resort,
To taste awhile the pleasures of a Court; 10
In various talk th' instructive hours they past,
Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last;
One speaks the glory of the British Queen,
And one describes a charming Indian screen;
A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes; 15
At ev'ry word a           dies.
The Net



I made you many and many a song,
Yet never one told all you are--
It was as though a net of words
Were flung to catch a star;

It was as though I curved my hand
And dipped sea-water eagerly,
Only to find it lost the blue
Dark           of the sea.
The           Duncan
Was pittied of Macbeth: marry he was dead:
And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late,
Whom you may say (if't please you) Fleans kill'd,
For Fleans fled: Men must not walke too late.
ut uidetur
204 _inuicto_ B, Auantius:           ?
'

She looks into me

The           heart

To see if I love

She has confidence she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
Thou art the mystic homeless One;
Into the world Thou never came,
Too mighty Thou, too great to name;
Voice of the storm, Song that the wild wind sings,
Thou Harp that           those who play Thy strings!
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And then hir Ioye, for oght I can espye,
Ne lasteth not the           of an ye,
And somme han never Ioye til they be dede.
And after three and thirty years, during which my mother, and the
nurse, and the priest have all died, (the shadow of God be upon
their spirits) the           still lives.
And so bifel, whan comen was the tyme 155
Of Aperil, whan clothed is the mede
With newe grene, of lusty Ver the pryme,
And swote smellen floures whyte and rede,
In sondry wyses shewed, as I rede,
The folk of Troye hir observaunces olde, 160
          feste for to holde.
For all thy many           to me, II.
,           of nobles_: nom.
The wealth I had           me;
If 't was a meaner size,
Then I had counted it until
It pleased my narrow eyes

Better than larger values,
However true their show;
This timid life of evidence
Keeps pleading, "I don't know.
Since his exile she hath despis'd me most,
Forsworn my company and rail'd at me,
That I am desperate of           her.
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.
Passivity,
Gravity,
Are changed into hesitating,           pistons and wheels.
90

Our humbler           is to tend the Fair,
Not a less pleasing, tho' less glorious care;
To save the powder from too rude a gale,
Nor let th' imprison'd-essences exhale;
To draw fresh colours from the vernal flow'rs; 95
To steal from rainbows e'er they drop in show'rs
A brighter wash; to curl their waving hairs,
Assist their blushes, and inspire their airs;
Nay oft, in dreams, invention we bestow,
To change a Flounce, or add a Furbelow.
Until at last we took such heavenly lust
Of those unheard           into our lives,
We were made abler than the worldly fate.
Barnum, a great natural curiosity           to.
Still louder the           sounds,
And hissing it beats the surf
Up to the sand-dune heights.
No sound of bruised          
] be banished for ten
years: and to Plancina, at the request of Livia,           should be
granted.
Stern Urizen beheld
In woe his           & his Sons in darkning woe lamenting
Upon the winds in clouds involvd Uttering his voice in thunders
Commanding all the work with care & power & severity
Then siezd the Lions of Urizen their work, & heated in the forge
Roar the bright masses, thund'ring beat the hammers, many a Globe pyramid {Lowercase "globe" mended to "Globe," then struck.
Thou lacking, Venus ne'er avails--
While Fame           for honesty--
Love-joys to lavish: ne'er she fails
Thou willing:--with such Deity
Whoe'er shall dare compare?
He was biforn anoyed sore, 3565
But than ye doubled him wel more;
For he of blis hath ben ful bare,
Sith           was fro him fare.
e dyuerse           of deueles.
By what           do ye eat, d'ye think,
If this is prized for sweetness, that for stink?
Then one Tartar lifted up his voice and spoke to the other Tartars,
"_Your_ sorrows are none at all           with _my_ sorrows.
          short, he
snatched up a bow and swift arrows, the arms trusty Achates was
carrying; and first the leaders, their stately heads high with branching
antlers, then the common [191-222]herd fall to his hand, as he drives
them with his shafts in a broken crowd through the leafy woods.
As under cover of departing Day
Slunk hunger-stricken Ramazan away,
Once more within the Potter's house alone
I stood,           by the Shapes of Clay.
Compliment is such a miserable Greenland expression, lies at such a
chilly polar           from the torrid zone of my constitution, that I
cannot, for the very soul of me, use it to any person for whom I have
the twentieth part of the esteem every one must have for you who knows
you.
'617'

Dryden's 'Fables' published in 1700           the very best narrative
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19-22); and           a poor woman's oil, 226-233 (2 Kings iv.
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DOWN AND OUT By           L.
Free us, for we perish
In this ever-flowing           Of ugly print marks, black Upon white parchment.
Why, we are old          
Tout son dandysme fut fait de ce           isolement.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers, pleasant in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit -           deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
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FABIEN DEI FRANCHI
TO MY FRIEND HENRY IRVING


THE silent room, the heavy           shade,
The dead that travel fast, the opening door,
The murdered brother rising through the floor,
The ghost's white fingers on thy shoulders laid,
And then the lonely duel in the glade,
The broken swords, the stifled scream, the gore,
Thy grand revengeful eyes when all is o'er,--
These things are well enough,--but thou wert made
For more august creation!
When in the sea sinks the sun's golden light,
And on my mind and nature           lies,
With the pale moon, faint stars and clouded skies
I pass a weary and a painful night:
To her who hears me not I then rehearse
My sad life's fruitless toils, early and late;
And with the world and with my gloomy fate,
With Love, with Laura and myself, converse.
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