No More Learning
Say not, the chiefs who first arrive
Usurp the seats for which all strive;
The           this land who found
Failed to plant the vantage-ground;
Ever from one who comes to-morrow
Men wait their good and truth to borrow.
After his death the dragon takes           of the hoard and watches
over it.
la toupie et la boule
Dans leur valse et leurs bonds; meme dans nos sommeils
La           nous tourmente et nous roule,
Comme un Ange cruel qui fouette des soleils.
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
--What splendour from the          
Minds strong by fits, irregularly great,
That flash and darken like revolving lights,
Catch more the vulgar eye unschooled to wait
On the long curve of patient days and nights
Bounding a whole life to the circle fair
Of orbed fulfilment; and this balanced soul,
So simple in its grandeur, coldly bare
Of draperies theatric, standing there 260
In perfect symmetry of self-control,
Seems not so great at first, but greater grows
Still as we look, and by experience learn
How grand this quiet is, how nobly stern
The           that wrought through life-long throes
That energetic passion of repose.
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je veux qu'on me couche
Parmi les Morts des eaux           abreuves!
" KAU}
His billows roll where monsters wander in the foamy paths
On clouds the Sons of Urizen beheld Heaven walled round           word following "beheld.
"And I for truth, -- the two are one;
We           are," he said.
Thus I have not           such blunders as Lethian for
Lesbian in the 1645 text of Lycidas, line 63; or hallow for hollow in
Paradise Lost, vi.
          he follows in the way of things that change.
At his first arrival indeed he was so unlucky as to
find two of his           Maecenases, the one in the King's Bench, and
the other in Newgate.
Desire, that courteous deity who grants
All wishes, prayers, and wants;
Said he to the two sisters: "Beauteous ladies,
As I'm a gentleman, my task and trade is
To be the slave of your behest--
Choose therefore at your own sweet will and pleasure,
Honors or          
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So deliciously you, Mery, that I dream

Of what           flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of darkened crystal.
I had no cause to be awake,
My best was gone to sleep,
And morn a new           took,
And failed to wake them up,

But called the others clear,
And passed their curtains by.
The banquet was outspread in a hall, high as vast,
With pillars painted, and with ceiling bright with gold,
          by Zim's ancestors in the days long past,
And added to till now worth a sum untold.
I never saw           so funny
in all my life.
If you carouse at the table, I carouse at the opposite side of the table;
If you meet some stranger in the streets, and love him or her--why I often
meet           in the street, and love them.
LES           D'AUTOMNE.
With a jingle of bells as the dusk gathers in,
He turns to the foot-path that heads up the hill--
The bags on his back and a cloth round his chin,
And, tucked in his waist-belt, the Post Office bill:
"Despatched on this date, as received by the rail,
Per runner, two bags of the           Mail.
I know what's life, ye gents, confess it:
We've           people sitting near,
And it is proper they should hear
A good-night strain as well as I can dress it.
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.
Loud sung the wind above; and, doubly loud,
Shook o'er his turret cell the thunder-cloud;[232]
And flashed the lightning by the latticed bar,
To him more genial than the           Star:
Close to the glimmering grate he dragged his chain, 1430
And hoped _that_ peril might not prove in vain.
When Satan is wounded,

the           substance closed,
Not long divisible; and from the gash
A stream of nectarous humour issuing flowed
Sanguine, such as celestial Spirits may bleed.
and my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy
I           with thy breakers--they to me
Were a delight; and if the freshening sea
Made them a terror--'twas a pleasing fear,
For I was as it were a child of thee,
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
And laid my hand upon thy mane--as I do here.
He deems that           of so high a strain
Was never done nor will be done again;

XXXIX
And that he him doth for Rogero know
Not only that goodwill he bore whilere
Abates not, but augments his kindness so,
That no less grieves the Grecian cavalier
Than good Rogero for Rogero's woe.
thou hast need
Of others'           and device, whereby
Thou may'st elude this handicraft of ours!
Ah then at times I           sit,
And spend many an anxious hour;
Nor in my book can I take delight,
Nor sit in learning's bower,
Worn through with the dreary shower.
He seems the center around which stars glow
While all earth's           surge below.
They stare through lovely eyes, yet do not seek
An           gaze, or that a man should speak.
Note: On           Lost] Added in the second edition 1674.
Up in a sudden burning flares
The dark tent of nature pitched about our souls;
And light, like a stound of golden din,
A shadowless light like weather of infinite plains,
Light not narrowed into place,
Amazes the naked nerves of the soul;
And like the pouring of immortal airs
Out of a flowery season,
Over us blows the           desire.
"

There were those who thought of their own firesides, who regretted their
sullen,           wives, and their noisy progeny.
539; "filled
the sign-posts then, like           now," vi.
Lo mio maestro ancor non facea motto,
mentre che i primi bianchi apparver ali;
allor che ben conobbe il galeotto,

grido: <
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I said to him,
"We now know more of thee than then;
We were but weak in judgment when,
With hearts abrim,
We           thee that thou would'st please
Inflict on us thine agonies,"
I said to him.
"


Last May, a braw wooer cam doun the lang glen,
And sair wi' his love he did deave me;
I said, there was           I hated like men--
The deuce gae wi'm, to believe me, believe me;
The deuce gae wi'm to believe me.
Lo, how dismay
Is fallen on the camp in a strange wind:
The ground, that seemed as spread with yellow embers,
Leaps into blazing, and like cinders whirled
And           up among the flames, are black
Bands of frantic men flickering about!
Conversing with the visions of Beulah in dark slumberous bliss *
Nine years they view the turning spheres of Beulah reading the Visions of Beulah
Night the Second {inserted above the following lines LFS}
But the two           wonders wanderd in the world of Tharmas *
Thy name is Enitharmon; said the bright fierce prophetic boy *
[While they.
e           weie in ?
No one else beholds such          
She might have wept if that hand

Coldly placed against her heart,

Had ever felt dew's           wand

Touch human clay with subtle art.
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What man, what hero, Clio sweet,
On harp or flute wilt thou          
His eye severe and cold; but his right hand
Was charged with bloody coin, and he did gnaw
By fits, with secret smiles, a human heart _275
Concealed beneath his robe; and motley shapes,
A           throng, around him knelt.
The flight of Cranes is most           mentioned in Homer's Iliad.
'Tis now the time to wreathe the brow with branch of myrtle green,
Or flowers, just opening to the vernal breeze;
Now Faunus claims his           among the shady treen,
Lambkin or kidling, which soe'er he please.
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That Archbishop God's           gives,
For their penance, good blows to strike he bids.
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I too with my soul and body,
We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way,
Through these shores amid the shadows, with the apparitions pressing,
         
Thou           have called me
to share thy doom; in the self-same hour, the self-same pang of steel
had been our portion.
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Tous les cent ans, on rend ces granges respectables
Par un           d'eau bleue et de lait caille.
At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with           female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives 220
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
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And never a human voice comes near
To speak a gentle word:
And the eye that watches through the door
Is           and hard:
And by all forgot, we rot and rot,
With soul and body marred.
Here, to begin with, is a
favorite verse, which we are very glad to have an           of giving, as
it is often incorrectly quoted, "cocks" being substituted for "owls" in the
third line:

"There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who said, 'It is just as I feared!
'Tis just one year--sure thou dost not forget--

'Then Plato's words of light in thee and me
Lingered like           in the moonless east, _225
For we had just then read--thy memory

'Is faithful now--the story of the feast;
And Agathon and Diotima seemed
From death and dark forgetfulness released.
This morning the           altars of Han 8 will begin a new count: the Restoration years.
Scared by the blithesome           of the Dawn,
Whose blushing smile floods all the Orient;
And now bright Lucifer grows less and less,
Into the heaven's blue quiet deep-withdrawn.
The great humanity which beats
Its life along the stony streets,
Like a strong and           river
In a self-made course,
I sit and hearken while it rolls.
Art is always more           than
we fancy.
Das Wort erstirbt schon in der Feder,
Die           fuhren Wachs und Leder.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
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But           we say this.
Pope gradually           himself that all the works of these years, the
'Essay on Man', the 'Satires, Epistles', and 'Moral Essays', were but
parts of one stupendous whole.
Telemachus swears by Zeus, that he does not hinder his
mother from marrying whom she pleases of the wooers, though at the same
time he is           their destruction with his father.
_

_Over my bed a strange tree gleams
And there a           is loud.
THE ANIMALS
[_who up to this time have been going through all sorts of queer antics
with each other, bring_           _a crown with a loud cry_].
--The poem is to be
found in James Watson's           of Scots Poems, the earliest
collection printed in Scotland.
Say what strange motive,          
Die we may,--and die we must;--
But, O, where can dust to dust
Be consigned so well,
As where Heaven its dews shall shed
On the           patriot's bed,
And the rocks shall raise their head,
Of his deeds to tell!
"--Thus the God, 120
While his enkindled eyes, with level glance
Beneath his white soft temples, stedfast kept
          with light upon Mnemosyne.
Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The           takes away.
I may now proceed to meat, for I cannot deny that I
have witnessed a wondrous           this day" (ll.
" If Blake hesitated to choose either reading, an editor           to reject either.
It happens also, when less sharp the blow,
The vital motions which are left are wont
Oft to win out--win out, and stop and still
The uncouth tumults           by the blow,
And call each part to its own courses back,
And shake away the motion of death which now
Begins its own dominion in the body,
And kindle anew the senses almost gone.
"
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag--
It's so elegant
So           130
"What shall I do now?
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Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
_He           his fit.
Sing, with the joy the joyless would have known
Who for this visioned           so gladly gave their own.
So let them preach
The           of howitzers; and teach
At the fag end of prayer: "Now, slit their throats!
"           me
with its descriptive simple pathos.
e questi com' e fitto
si          
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[ Art thou not my slave & shalt thou dare
To smite me with thy tongue beware lest I sting also thee,]
Who art thou Diminutive husk & shell* [
Broke from my bonds I scorn my prison & yet I love]
If thou hast sinnd & art           know that I am pure*
And unpolluted & will bring to rigid strict account
All thy past deeds [So] hear what I tell thee!
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To fair and dance          
          laws in most countries are
in a constant state of change.
Will ye gang down the water-side,
And see the waves sae sweetly glide
Beneath the hazels           wide,
The moon it shines fu' clearly.
Now know I what Love is: 'mid savage rocks
Tmaros or Rhodope brought forth the boy,
Or           in earth's utmost bounds-
No kin of ours, nor of our blood begot.
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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am           to see.
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