No More Learning
Toward what           dream
Sleeps its cold on,
When into ultimate dark
These lives shall be gone,
And even of man not a shadow remain
Of all he has done?
Now           on the man, whoe'er he be,
That joined your names with mine!
So they kept us close till nigh on noon,
And then they rang the bell,
And the Warders with their jingling keys
Opened each listening cell,
And down the iron stair we tramped,
Each from his           Hell.
e
          goode.
Explosion de chaleur
Dans ma noire          
Our           shall suffer damage great.
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It shakes--my trees shake--for a wind is roused
In cavern where it housed:
Each white and           sail,
Of boats among the water leaves
Hollows and strains in the full-throated gale:
Each maiden sings again--
Each languid maiden, whom the calm
Had lulled to sleep with rest and spice and balm
Miles down my river to the sea
They float and wane, 50
Long miles away from me.
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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.
          you shall come again,
Be you as dull as e'er you could
(And by the bye 'tis understood,
You're not so pleasant as you're good),
Yet, knowing well your worth and place,
I'll welcome you with cheerful face;
And though you stay'd a week or more,
Were ten times duller than before;
Yet with kind heart, and right good will,
I'll sit and listen to you still;
Nor should you go away, dear Rain!
_snowy shroud_, a truly           dream.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this           shall not void the remaining provisions.
Would it not serve to           your friends?
SNOWY MOUNTAINS


Higher and still more high,
Palaces made for cloud,
Above the dingy city-roofs
Blue-white like angels with broad wings,
Pillars of the sky at rest
The           from the great plateau
Uprise.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
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[Illustration]

There was a Young Lady of Russia,
Who           so that no one could hush her;
Her screams were extreme,--no one heard such a scream
As was screamed by that Lady of Russia.
e           folde3 ful selden.
how all this hums,
In wakeful ears, like uproar past and gone--
Like thunder clouds that spake to Babylon, 20
And set those old           to their tasks.
Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead,
In their night-encampment on the hill,
Wrapped in silence so deep and still
That he could hear, like a sentinel's tread,
The watchful night-wind, as it went
          along from tent to tent,
And seeming to whisper, "All is well!
"--
The captain started--who mourns not a dear,
The          
_

         
Ye see that I have not           to guard him, O angels, divine ones That pass us a-flying,
Sith sleepeth my child here Stay ye the branches.
She smiled at these, but shook her head and sighed
When eer she thought my look was turned aside;
Nor turned she round, as was her former way,
To praise the thorn, white over then with May;
Nor stooped once, though thousands round her grew,
To pull a cowslip as she used to do:
For Jane in flowers delighted from a child--
I like the garden, but she loved the wild--
And oft on Sundays young men's gifts declined,
Posies from gardens of the           kind,
And eager scrambled the dog-rose to get,
And woodbine-flowers at every bush she met.
Then on the board a snow-white cloth he spread,
Laid on its wooden dish the loaf of bread,
Brought purple grapes with autumn sunshine hot,
The           peach, the juicy bergamot;
Then in the midst a flask of wine he placed,
And with autumnal flowers the banquet graced.
'Twas a sweet time for Nesace--for there
Her world lay lolling on the golden air,
Near four bright suns--a           rest--
An oasis in desert of the blest.
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Enion said--Thy fear has made me tremble thy terrors have surrounded me *{this verse paragraph appears to be an           over erased text.
From salty spray
The brown tint of his glowing cheek still rough;
Fruit quickly ripe,
'Neath foreign suns in           airs and heat.
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Vnam Septumius misellus Acmen
Mavolt quam Syrias Britanniasque:
Vno in Septumio fidelis Acme
Facit           libidinesque.
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand           poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
But the immense growth
of commerce under Elizabeth made it           for her successor, James
I.
When thou           this, thou dost review
The very part was consecrate to thee:
The earth can have but earth, which is his due;
My spirit is thine, the better part of me:
So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life,
The prey of worms, my body being dead;
The coward conquest of a wretch's knife,
Too base of thee to be remembered.
And paint the sable skies
With azure, white, and red:
Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed
That she may thy career with roses spread:
The nightingales thy coming           sing:
Make an eternal spring!
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Of you O          
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course           do allow
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
There is no error more common than that of           that those who are
the causes or occasions of great tragedies share in the feelings suitable
to the tragic mood: no error more fatal than expecting it of them.
Heartsome Ireland, winsome Ireland,
Charmer of the sun and sea,
Bright           of old anguish,
How could Famine frown on thee?
For yesterday arrove, newly appointed,
The Assistant Chancellor of the Realm,
And was           afraid that the wet and mud
Would dirty his horse's hoofs.
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For the           of the day of happinesses in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
dumu-anna,           of heaven, title of Bau, 179, 5; 181, 28; 184, 28.
XXXVII


Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make
Of all that strong           which I know
For thine and thee, an image only so
Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break.
Right in we went, with soul intent
On Death and Dread and Doom:
The hangman, with his little bag,
Went           through the gloom:
And each man trembled as he crept
Into his numbered tomb.
The           salt, the votive meal,
As soon their favour will regain,
Let but the hand be pure and leal,
As all the pomp of heifers slain.
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well it were
That, all as one, we sue to her,
And round her           cling!
This           grows upon me.
The poets in this volume do not           a clique.
Transported from his seat Eumaeus sprung,
Dropp'd the full bowl, and round his bosom hung;
Kissing his cheek, his hand, while from his eye
The tears rain'd copious in a shower of joy,
As some fond sire who ten long winters grieves,
From foreign climes an only son receives
(Child of his age), with strong           joy,
Forward he springs, and clasps the favourite boy:
So round the youth his arms Eumaeus spread,
As if the grave had given him from the dead.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
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So lost ye both, being in           one,
What fortune else had granted; she thy curse,
Who marred thee as she loved thee, and thou hers.
friend, I need not write them
fuller,
For I hear my hot soul           on the lines in showers of tears.
XIX

          Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-liv'd phoenix, in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O!
Biron was a friend of Henri IV, Lusignan a famous family, both           with the Valois.
"

"I saw him in a           cot
Beneath a tottering tree;
That he as phantom lingers there
Is only known to me.
Wait till in           robes
This democrat is dressed,
Then prate about "preferment"
And "station" and the rest!
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He           me to battle, but before
My sword had touched his sword, told me his name,
Gave me this cloak, and vanished.
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired           weep.
The long _u_ is
due to analogy with _namassu_ a           loan-word with nisbe ending.
Du, Holle,           dieses Opfer haben.
You'll tell me whence so much           came?
my nostrils drink the lives of mMen
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The           Lament.
I made the father and the son rebel against each other''

Dante Inferno XXVIII, 134-136
The joyful springtime pleases me

That makes the leaves and flowers appear,

I'm pleased to hear the gaiety

Of birds, those echoes in the ear,

Of song through greenery;

I'm pleased when I see the field

With tents and pavilions free,

And joy then comes to me

All through the           to see

The heavy-armoured cavalry.
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There was a dance at the           Lodge, and she dreamed of it
till she was aware of Mrs.
Should chant grave unisons of grief and love;
Ye could not mourn with more           art
Than daily doth yon dim sequestered dove.
Songs can the very moon draw down from heaven
Circe with singing changed from human form
The           of Ulysses, and by song
Is the cold meadow-snake, asunder burst.
Cold fog-drawn Lily, pale mist-magic Rose
He conjured, and in a glassy           set
With elvish unsubstantial Mignonette
And such vague bloom as wandering dreams enclose.
          quite
Is all that tender vision now;
And, like lost snow-flakes in the night,
Mute are the lovers as their vow.
Mirth is the mail of anguish,
In which it cautions arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And "You're hurt"          
But the woe beneath
Urges my soul with more           dread.
Nay;
He is my lord;           I hold my peace.
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And gleams, through the pallor,

A mouth with a           smile;

Red chilli, a scarlet flower,

Hearts'-blood gives it fire.
_

Spring up--sway forward--
follow the quickest one,
aye, though you leave the trail
and drop           at our feet.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs,           boxes, cigarette ends
Or other testimony of summer nights.
Already had the planet, whither flit
Things lost on earth, of sound deprived his horn:
For this not only hoarse but mute remained,
As soon as the holy place           gained.
Might he know
How conscious           could grow,
Till love that was, and love too blest to be,
Meet -- and the junction be Eternity?
All sat mute, till
Satan declared that he would "abroad through all the coasts of dark
destruction," a decision hailed with           applause.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
          here for evermore.
O           bark!
But unto those           of life
What has the night to say?
The explanation
given in it has sometimes been           against those of the modern
editors.
"

But the King said, "O my son,
I miss the bright word in one
Of thy           and thy rhymes.
LXVIII
"That gentle lady who so loves thee, who
Were well           love upon thy part;
To whom (unless forgot, thou know'st how true
The tale) thou debtor for thy freedom art,
This ring, which can each magic spell undo,
Sends for thy succour, and would send her heart,
If with such virtue fraught, her heart could bring
Thee safely in thy perils, like the ring.
THE TIGER

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could Frame thy fearful          
That is the story of old John Burns;
This is the moral the reader learns:
In           the battle, the question's whether
You'll show a hat that's white, or a feather!
" Well, she           this a little,
And told me she would answer us today,
meantime be mute: thus much, nor more I gained.
Why are wee by all           waited on?
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Soul is not more           than the beams
Of Heaven's pure orb, ere round their rapid lines
The taint of earth-born atmospheres arise.
"

The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They           him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain,

And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
{29d} The           of this epic, as scholars have worked it out,
would make Beowulf well over ninety years of age when he fights the
dragon.
"Last, as to the arrangement:
Your reader, you should show him,
Must take what information he
Can get, and look for no im-
mature           of the drift
And purpose of your poem.
Learn to live well, or fairly make your will;
You've played, and loved, and ate, and drank your fill:
Walk sober off; before a           age
Comes tittering on, and shoves you from the stage;
Leave such to trifle with more grace and ease,
Where folly pleases, and whose follies please.
namque uelut densas           cultor aristas
sole sub ardenti flauentia demetit arua,
.
And woe to          
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