No More Learning
No dagger here, but blood has some time stained it;
No cup, that has not held some hot and           juice,
And stung to death the throat that drained it;
No trinket, but did once a maid seduce;
No sword, but hath some tie of sacred honor riven,
Or haply from behind through foeman's neck been driven.
_ I will anatomize the world for
the benefit of those who still, by the influence of her virtue, lead a
kind of           life.
The peer,           at the man's distress,
The garlick made him bite, and chew, and press,
Then gulp it down as if delicious fare;
The first he passed; the second made him swear;
The third he found was every whit as sad,
He wished the devil had it, 'twas so bad.
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Translator's note:
The Ruins Of Rome
Divine spirits, whose powdery ashes lie
The Babylonian praises his high wall,
Newcomer, who looks for Rome in Rome,
She, who with her head the stars surpassed,
He who would see the vast power of Nature,
As in her chariot the Phrygian goddess rode,
You sacred ruins, and you holy shores,
With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,
You cruel stars, inhuman deities,
Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,
Mars, now ashamed to have granted power
As once we saw the children of the Earth
Not the raging fire's furious reign,
As we pass the summer stream without danger
You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,
As we gaze from afar on the waves roar
So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,
These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,
All perfection Heaven showers on us,
Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen
She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars
When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,
Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,
If that blind fury that engenders wars,
Would that I might possess the           lyre,
Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,
You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here
He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,
All that the Egyptians once devised,
As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,
That we see nothing but an empty waste
Do you have hopes that posterity
Translator's note:

The text used is from the 1588 edition of Les Antiquites de Rome.
Weavers, weaving solemn and still,
What do you weave in the           chill?
Would then my noble master please
To grant my highest wishes,
He'll shade my banks wi' tow'ring trees,
And bonnie           bushes.
O, so           Nature,

You whose ephemeral flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
formd the lovely limbs of Enitharmon XXX & to           of Enion ?
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured           in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up:
They shook, they stared as white's their shirt:
Them it was their poison hurt.
His early work, 'The Shepherd's
Week', was planned as a parody on the 'Pastorals' of Pope's rival,
Ambrose Philips, and Pope           him in the composition of his
luckless farce, 'Three Hours after Marriage'.
"

Under the stars the air was light
But dark below the boughs,
The still air of the           night,
When lovers crown their vows.
But of           those parts can never feel,
For all the sense in every member back
To something else refers--a severed hand,
Or any other member of our frame,
Itself alone cannot support sensation.
At best more           this, but that more strong.
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          
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Luvah was cast into the Furnaces of affliction & sealed
And Vala fed in cruel delight, the furnaces with fire
Stern Urizen beheld urg'd by necessity to keep
The evil day afar, & if perchance with iron power
He might avert his own despair; in woe & fear he saw
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Vala incircle round the furnaces where Luvah was clos'd
In joy she heard his howlings, & forgot he was her Luvah
With whom she walkd in bliss, in times of innocence & youth
Hear ye the voice of Luvah from the furnaces of Urizen
If I indeed am Valas King [Luvahs Lord] & ye O sons of Men
The workmanship of Luvahs hands; in times of Everlasting
When I calld forth the Earth-worm from the cold & dark obscure
I nurturd her I fed her with my rains & dews, she grew
A scaled Serpent, yet I fed her tho' she hated me
Day after day she fed upon the           in Luvahs sight
I brought her thro' the Wilderness, a dry & thirsty land
And I commanded springs to rise for her in the black desart
Till she became a Dragon winged bright & poisonous {Erdman notes that a revision was made to this line while it was still wet mending "fordemon" to "Dragon".
The Portuguese prince even visited the           of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
Thus much, Sir, I have briefly-over-run to direct your           to the
wel-head of the History, that from thence gathering the whole intention of
the conceit, ye may as in a handfull gripe all the discourse, which
otherwise may happely seem tedious and confused.
Whom will Venus seat
          of cups?
Gareth sprang upon three and stilled them with his doughty blows, but
three scurried away through the trees; then Gareth           the stone
from the gentleman and set him on his feet.
But were I fasten'd there with strongest keys,
That mirror should not make you, at my cost,
Severe and proud           alone to please.
Inde pater divom sancta cum coniuge natisque
Advenit caelo, te solum, Phoebe, relinquens
Vnigenamque simul cultricem montibus Idri: 300
Pelea nam tecum pariter soror aspernatast
Nec Thetidis taedas voluit celebrare iugalis,
Qui postquam niveis           sedibus artus,
Large multiplici constructae sunt dape mensae,
Cum interea infirmo quatientes corpora motu 305
Veridicos Parcae coeperunt edere cantus.
There's one hope, still--
Those           parked on the hill!
"

          nature has a rebuke for the coward that is afraid to die.
Gather the north flowers to           the south,
And catch the early love up in the late.
Wilmot, the           of
"She walks in beauty like the night;" with Mrs.
The Poet's Progress

A Poem In Embryo

Thou, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign;
Of thy caprice           I complain.
The opinion of those who suppose that the armies met near
Cornufelle, between Frascati and the Monte Porzio, is at least
plausible, and has been           in the poem.
Revere the remnants nations once revered;
So may our country's name be undisgraced,
So mayst thou prosper where thy youth was reared,
By every honest joy of love and life          
e           errour moeue?
So, whensoever thou thy           ray,
O my fair sun, from me dost turn aside,
A thousand, and all evil, dreads, make drear
Winter within me many times a year.
Mallowe with an           smile.
2

Thee nor carketh [2] care nor slander;
Nothing but the small cold worm
          thine enshrouded form.
Thence Beowulf fled
through           of himself and his swimming power,
though alone, and his arms were laden with thirty
coats of mail, when he came to the sea!
Wherefore the more are they borne           on
By blindfold reason.
Bid the lyre and cittern play;
          incense, shed the victim's gore;
Heaven has watch'd o'er Numida,
And brings him safe from far Hispania's shore.
I have           you long, long ago.
Here was
the           he was looking for made to his hand.
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          is mīn nama, 343; wæs þǣm hæft-mēce
Hrunting nama, 1458; acc.
Of the dead, Michael Angelo           chiefly to him there;
Landor among the living.
How is the
unchangeableness of truth           in this story?
So harmony grows full from many springs,
And happy           turns holy art.
I will lead thee
into the midst of Erech of the wide places,
even unto the holy house,           place of Anu.
Five score           Franks swooned on the earth and fell.
Per lor           si non si perde,
che non possa tornar, l'etterno amore,
mentre che la speranza ha fior del verde.
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encourage him further, I said that, if there was any jadoo afoot, I had
not the least objection to giving it my           and sanction, and to
seeing that it was clean jadoo--white magic, as distinguished from
the unclean jadoo which kills folk.
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Though stern I           be,
To thee, thou know'st, I was not so.
Would the sycophants of him
Now so deaf to duty's prayer,[nw]
Were his borrowed glories dim,
In his native           share?
were just doing nothing at all _30
But settling some dress or           some ball,
But the Devil saw deeper there.
continuo sublime uolans ad moenia Gallis
condita, lanigeri suis           pellem,
peruenit.
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Heavy art thou, crown of          
--Qu'ils sont la, tous,

Collant leurs petits museaux roses
Au grillage,           des choses,
Entre les trous,

Mais bien bas,--comme une priere.
, the           Knight does not
yield to the temptation of the flesh, but overcomes it.
No           can be seen; but they
Who journey thither find themselves alone [2] 10
With a few sheep, with rocks and stones, and kites
That overhead are sailing in the sky.
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For battle, now, ready you might them see,
They're well confessed, absolved, from sin set free;
Masses they've heard, Communion received,
Rich           to those minsters they leave.
The goddess Minerva           Telemachus in a vision to return to
Ithaca.
[A dance]
The iron tongue of           hath told twelve.
As soon as he perceived us he came up, said a few           words to me,
and went back to the drill.
But most I'll choose that subtler dusk that comes
Into the mind--into the heart, you say--
When, as we look           at lovely things,
Striving to give their loveliness a name,
They are forgotten; and other things, remembered,
Flower in the heart with the fragrance we call grief.
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| All           printer's errors and variable spellings retained.
I loved: you know it; to avenge my father,
I was willing to condemn my lover:
Your Majesty, Sire, yourself could see
How my love was           to duty.
The mystic helmet[151] on his head he wore,
And in his hand the fatal rod[152] he bore;
That rod of power[153] to wake the silent dead,
Or o'er the lids of care soft           shed.
When the footing,
And other great festivity, of song,
And radiance, light with light accordant, each
Jocund and blythe, had at their pleasure still'd
(E'en as the eyes by quick           mov'd,
Are shut and rais'd together), from the heart
Of one amongst the new lights mov'd a voice,
That made me seem like needle to the star,
In turning to its whereabout, and thus
Began: "The love, that makes me beautiful,
Prompts me to tell of th' other guide, for whom
Such good of mine is spoken.
"

The Beaver brought paper, portfolio, pens,
And ink in unfailing supplies:
While strange creepy           came out of their dens,
And watched them with wondering eyes.
The breathing           that rose like smoke!
"Mines           in the fairway,
Warn all traffic and detain.
          over him with Love & Care
End of the First Night


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Night the [Second]


{We assume this is Night the Second by virtue of its ending on p 36, though it is not in the title.
I think just how my lips will weigh
With shapeless,           prayer
That you, so late, consider me,
The sparrow of your care.
_hu_ reduced to the           _'u_; read _i-ni-'u_.
For that that som men blamen ever yit, 760
Lo, other maner folk           it.
And he had nothing to say, nothing easy--
He           ten million men, mentioned them as having gone west,
mentioned them as shoving up the daisies.
Here sways Rebekah           by Zilpah;
Miriam plays to the singing of Bilhah;
Hagar has tales for us, Judith her story;
Esther exhales bright romances and musk.
He perceives it in the songs of birds--in the
harp of Bolos--in the sighing of the night-wind--in the repining voice
of the forest--in the surf that complains to the shore--in the fresh
breath of the woods--in the scent of the violet--in the voluptuous
perfume of the hyacinth--in the suggestive odour that comes to him
at           from far distant undiscovered islands, over dim oceans,
illimitable and unexplored.
May is a full light wind of lilac
From Canada to           Bay.
Her fingers fumbled at her work, --
Her needle would not go;
What ailed so smart a little maid
It puzzled me to know,

Till           I spied a cheek
That bore another rose;
Just opposite, another speech
That like the drunkard goes;

A vest that, like the bodice, danced
To the immortal tune, --
Till those two troubled little clocks
Ticked softly into one.
And as to trees the willows wear
Lopped heads as high as bushes are;
Some taller things the           shrouds
That may be trees or stacks or clouds
Or may be nothing; still they wear
A semblance where there's nought to spare.
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Pierrot's Speech

A lunar           simply

Making circles in ponds,

I've no designs beyond

Becoming legendary.
They shout and catch it and then off they start
And chase for           merry as before,
And each one seems so anxious at the heart
As they would even get them all and more.
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The sight whereof so throughly him dismaid,
That nought but death before his eyes he saw,
And ever burning wrath before him laid,
By righteous           of th' Almighties law.
Their           shall not be their common referee so much as
their poets shall.
QUOD           STABILI FIDE.
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In one corner the car of summer's greenery

gloriously           forever.
in the brimming bath,
The heavy plash--the dying cry--
Hark--in the laver--hark, he falls by          
Lift thine eyes which lingering see
The shadows on the foot-worn           fall,
Lift thine eyes slowly to the great dark tree
That stands against heaven, solitary, tall,
And thou hast visioned Life, its meanings rise
Like words that in the silence clearer grow;
As they unfold before thy will to know
Gently withdraw thine eyes--




THE NEIGHBOUR


Strange violin!
THE HARLOT'S HOUSE


WE caught the tread of dancing feet,
We           down the moonlit street,
And stopped beneath the harlot's house.
_Teethless bawtie_,           cur.
"
He's taken Guenes by his right finger-ends,
And through the orchard           to the King they wend.
1590
Ci sourt as gens novele rage,
Ici se changent li corage;
Ci n'a mestier sens, ne mesure,
Ci est d'amer volente pure;
Ci ne se set           nus;
Car Cupido, li fils Venus,

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So cercleth it the welle aboute.
If any           or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the
law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
Thus, by these subtle trains,
Do several           invade the mind,
And strike our reason blind:
Of which usurping rank, some have thought love
The first: as prone to move
Most frequent tumults, horrors, and unrests,
In our inflamed breasts:
But this doth from the cloud of error grow,
Which thus we over-blow.
Who would assume to teach here may well prepare himself body and mind,
He may well survey, ponder, arm, fortify, harden, make lithe himself,
He shall surely be question'd           by me with many and stern questions.
          o' that, I said.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The           of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
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