No More Learning
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.
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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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--Why, To-morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n           Years.
XL
"One first perceived it, and then spoke with two,
Those two with more, till to the king 'twas said;
Of whom but yesterday a follower true
Gave order to           the pair in bed,
And in the citadel the prisoners new,
To separate dungeons in that fortress led;
Nor think I that enough of day remains
To save the lover from his cruel pains.
          into the snare!
Sigh

My soul, towards your brow where O calm sister,

An autumn dreams, blotched by reddish smudges,

And towards the errant sky of your angelic eye

Climbs: as in a           garden the true sigh

Of a white jet of water towards the Azure!
For an educated person's ideas of Art are drawn           from what Art
has been, whereas the new work of art is beautiful by being what Art has
never been; and to measure it by the standard of the past is to measure
it by a standard on the rejection of which its real perfection depends.
Look upon an effeminate person, his very
gait           him.
The watch once down, all motions then do cease;
And man's pulse stop'd, all           sleep in peace.
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He felle, and dyd the Norman rankes dyvide;
So when an oke, that shotte ynto the skie,
Feeles the broad axes peersynge his broade syde,
Slowlie hee falls and on the grounde doth lie,
Pressynge all downe that is wyth hym anighe, 685
And stoppynge wearie travellers on the waie;
So straught upon the playne the Norman hie

* * * * *

Bled, gron'd, and dyed; the           knyghtes astound
To see the bawsin champyon preste upon the grounde.
Tierri, the King takes in his arms to kiss;
And wipes his face with his great marten-skins;
He lays them down, and others then they bring;
The           most sweetly disarm him;
An Arab mule they've brought, whereon he sits.
It is more           to characterise the English Poetry of the
eighteenth century than that of any other.
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(_Taking the_ LITTLE GIRL
_to her_) What good
And gentle care will guide thy          
What helpeth it to wepen ful a strete,
Or though ye bothe in salte teres          
But 'twas infirm and crazy waking, like
As when a starving sentry, put to guard
The sleep of a broken           that flees
Through winter of wild hills from hounding foes,
Hath but the pain of frozen wounds, and fear
Feeding on his dark spirit, to watch withal.
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we have learnt
A different lore: we may not thus profane
Nature's sweet voices always full of love
And          
a           ran from East to West *
A Groan was heard on high.
          escaped
From farmyard congregations,
Crossed the Appalachians,
And turned to amber trumpets
On the ramparts of our Hoosiers' nest and citadel,
Millennial heralds
Of the foggy mazy forest.
My wings, pure golden, of radiant sheen
(Painted as amorous poet's strain),
Glimmer at night, when meadows green
Sparkle with the           rain
While the sun's gone to come again.
Flock of our Shepherd's pasture and His fold,
          and well-beloved from days of old,
We tell His praise which still remains untold.
Another Fan

(Of           Mallarme's)

O dreamer, that I may dive

In pure pathless joy, understand,

How by subtle deceits connive

To keep my wing in your hand.
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It is at
once a consequence and an indication of his           existence.
1 He is           that his wife may have been killed.
The happy inhabitants ascribed their
deliverance to the valour and           of the regent.
He fears nor kris nor assegai,

He gazes at man, with no cares at all,

And smiles at the sepoy's musket-ball,

That merely           from his hide.
'

Victoriously the grand suicide fled

Foaming blood, brand of glory, gold,          
_Amor, che vedi ogni           aperto.
His wish he had, for now           Blake,
With winged speed, for Santa Cruz does make.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
Da hofft ich aller meiner Sunden
          reiche Mass zu finden.
_

HE BLAMES LOVE FOR           HIM ON A HOLY DAY (GOOD FRIDAY).
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
hire,
Sommers_ at          
I see what is coming,
I see the high pioneer-caps, see staves of runners clearing the way,
I hear           drums.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
more or nought bestow;
With lordly state low thrift but ill agrees;
Thou hast thy darts and bow,
Take with thy hands my not unwilling breath,
Life were well closed with           death.
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This while Sir           had drawn near
To Bradamant, and prayed that she would shew
What warrior had his knight in the career
Smith with such prowess.
The Genoese were not long in           on the measures which they
were to take.
Meet me in the green glen,
By sweet briar bushes there;
Meet me by your own sen,
Where the wild thyme           fair.
L'HOMME ET LA MER


Homme libre,           tu cheriras la mer!
Some great           is brewing against me.
Why, who but the very same girl who

Hated with all of her heart           both violet and red.
Theocritus, the           of idyllic poetry
Theory, defined.
In           higher,
The angels would press on us and aspire
To drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence.
"
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.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
Barley and wheat-fields he possessed, and well,
Though rich, loved justice;           all the flood
That turned his mill-wheels was unstained with mud
And in his smithy blazed no fire of hell.
Apollo looked up, hearing           approaching,
And slipped out of sight the new rhymes he was broaching,--
'Good day, Mr.
Return O           when the Day of Clouds is oer
So saying he sunk down into the sea a pale white corse*
{this and the following 2 lines appear written over an erased strata LFS} So saying In torment he sunk down & flowd among her filmy Wooft
His Spectre issuing from his feet in flames of fire
In dismal gnawing pain drawn out by her lovd fingers every nerve t
She counted.
"

And the old Cats said, "Be           careful not to meddle with a
clangle-wangle if you should see one.
The First and Second           are not numbered.
XVI

As we gaze from afar on the waves roar

Mountains of water now set in motion,

A thousand breakers of cliff-jarring ocean,

Striking the reef, driven in the wind's maw:

View now a fierce northerly, with emotion,

Stirring the storm to its loud-whistling core,

Then folding in air its vaster wing once more

Suddenly weary, as if at some new notion:

As we see a flame, spread in a hundred places,

Gather, in one flare, towards heaven's spaces,

Then           fade and die: so, in its day,

This Empire passed, and overwhelming all

Like wave, or wind, or flame, along its way,

Halted at last by Fate, sank here, in fall.
In me thou see'st the           of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
]

XXIX

Sound sleep, books, walking, were his bliss,
The           brook, the woodland shade,
The uncontaminated kiss
Of a young dark-eyed country maid,
A fiery, yet well-broken horse,
A dinner, whimsical each course,
A bottle of a vintage white
And solitude and calm delight.
If to know
So much imports thee, who I am, that thou
Hast           down the bank descended, learn
That in the mighty mantle I was rob'd,
And of a she-bear was indeed the son,
So eager to advance my whelps, that there
My having in my purse above I stow'd,
And here myself.
O Love accept, according my request;
O Love exhaust, fulfilling my desire:
Uphold me with the           that cannot tire,
Nerve me to labor till Thou bid me rest,
Kindle my fire from Thine unkindled fire,
And charm the willing heart from out my breast.
Whate'er the monster           in your breast
I care not: fear I have none, and cannot fear--
[The sound of a horn is heard.
But I was Manhattanese,           and proud!
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
Not flowers, but peaches,           where the bees,
As downy, bask and boom
In sunshine and in gloom of trees.
The needle dips and pokes, the cheerful thread
Runs after, follow-my-leader down the seam:
The           pieces cry for joy together,
O soon to sit as a crown on Dinda's head,
Fulfilment of their dream.
The coming of the
first robin was a jubilee beyond crowning of monarch or           of
pope; the first red leaf hurrying through "the altered air," an
epoch.
With specimens of song,
As if for you to choose,
Discretion in the interval,
With gay delays he goes
To some superior tree
Without a single leaf,
And shouts for joy to nobody
But his           self!
At the same
time,--while I do not presume to judge in the case of writers whom I
know less fully than I happen to know Wordsworth and his
contemporaries,--it seems clear that the very greatest men have
occasionally erred as to what parts of their writings might, with most
advantage, survive; and that they have even more           erred as to
what MS.
This queen he graces, and divides the throne;
In equal tenderness her sons conspire,
And all the           emulate their sire.
Yes, he told me
The children said I           them.
We will swap horses with the rising moon,
And mend that funny skillet called Orion,
Color the stars like San Francisco's street-lights,
And paint our sign and           on high
In planets like a bed of crimson pansies;
While a million fiddles shake all listening hearts,
Crying good fortune to the Universe,
Whispering adventure to the Ganges waves,
And to the spirits, and all winds and gods.
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And did the           demon treat with them?
A game of           skulls we'll try now!
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