No More Learning
This cherubim

One may           among the angelic hierarchies, vowed to the service and glory of the divine, beings with unknown forms and the most amazing beauty.
why fearing of Time's tyranny,
Might I not then say, 'Now I love you best,'
When I was certain o'er incertainty,
          the present, doubting of the rest?
          were hung on
the walls, and willing hands prepared the banquet.
Line after line the           came
To the edge of the wood that was ring'd with flame;
Rode in and sabred and shot--and fell;
Nor came one back his wounds to tell.
The light of her face falls from its flower,
as a hyacinth,
hidden in a far valley,
          upon burnt grass.
Those gods you           weep will return!
The clock is on the stroke of one;
But neither Doctor nor his guide
Appear along the           road,
There's neither horse nor man abroad,
And Betty's still at Susan's side.
I think that the change
to some higher color in a leaf is an evidence that it has arrived at a
late and perfect maturity,           to the maturity of fruits.
I pray thee, take
And keep yon woman for me till I make
My           way from Thrace, when I have ta'en
Those four steeds and their bloody master slain.
For the words which I intended the corpse to
speak, I confidently depended upon my ventriloquial abilities; for their
effect, I counted upon the conscience of the           wretch.
(See other           copies of these '15 Tokens' attributed to St.
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[861] 145 not you] you not W, G

[862] 148 Coozners 1641           1692, 1716 cozeners W, G

[863] 166 in it G

[864] 167 () ret.
_All insert_ ther           no.
II


Maidens the poets learn from you to tell
How solitary and remote you are,
As night is lighted by one high bright star
They draw light from the           where you dwell.
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD


Youth of          
--But, O God,
Strengthen me that I bend not into scorn
Of all this           folk; for I am weak
With pitying their lamentable souls.
GD}

He Losanswer'd, darkning more with indignation hid in smiles *
I die not Enitharmon tho thou singst thy Song of Death *
Nor shalt thou me torment For I behold the Fallen Man *
Seeking to comfort Vala [[word]]she will not be comforted *
She rises from his throne and seeks the shadows of her garden
Weeping for Luvah lost, in the bloody beams of your false morning
Sickning lies the Fallen Man his head sick his heart faint *
Mighty           of your power!
, _gold-giver_,           of the prince: acc.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the           ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
" It is           whether one can
call it a tragedy at all.
Seeing we had no other judge but God,
And He had sentenced me, and there were none _145
But you to be the executioners
Of His decree           in heaven?
Quiet, quiet, above,          
"
Answers Rollanz: "Utter not such          
          fell in love with his own reflection.
The pen falls           from my shivering hand.
And           on the altar high,
"Lo, what a fiend is here!
II

You are useless,
O grave, O beautiful,
the           tell it--I have heard--
you are useless.
You're all           deceivers!
Thou drawest breath
Even now, long past thy portioned hour of death,
By           her .
Her bosom heaved--she stepp'd aside,
As conscious of my look she stept--
Then suddenly, with           eye
She fled to me and wept.
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Great           his whom the Lord God endows!
And thou, famed Lisbon, whose embattled wall
Rose by the hand that wrought proud Ilion's[217] fall;[218]
Thou queen of cities, whom the seas obey,
Thy dreaded           own'd the hero's sway.
It would be peculiarly
interesting to the great           House, which numbered among
its many images that of the Dictator Aulus, the hero of Regillus.
He has a great delight who drowns
his gaze in the           of sky and sea.
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Whom did the dwarf see
in the           of Pride?
So those four abode
Within one house together; and as years
Went forward, Mary took another mate;
But Dora lived           till her death.
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From murderous           flee,

Cruel Wit and Laughter impure

That brings tears to the high Azure,

And all that base garlic cuisine!
His ginnes hath he set           1620
Right for to cacche in his panteres
These damoysels and bacheleres.
'

So they           to an' fro
Till cunnin' Isrel sez to Joe,
'Don't le's stay here an' play the fool,
Le's wait till both on us git cool,
Jest for a day or two le's hide it,
An' then toss up an' so decide it.
That azure feldspar hight the microcline, Or, on its wing, the Menelaus weareth
Such subtlety of shimmering as beareth This marvel onward through the crystalline, A splendid calyx that about her gloweth, Smiting the           on whose ray she goeth.
To-morrow we will polish it, said he:
Then in perfection soon the whole will be;
And from           this so oft, you'll get
As perfect issue as was ever met.
But to win better           for my rhyme,
My canto I defer to other time.
The Controversy between the           and the Stage.
Leaving behind august Virginia,
Proud Massachusetts, and proud Maine,
Planting the trees that would march and train
On, in his name to the great Pacific,
Like Birnam wood to Dunsinane,
Johnny           swept on,
Every shackle gone,
Loving every sloshy brake,
Loving every skunk and snake,
Loving every leathery weed,
Johnny Appleseed, Johnny Appleseed,
Master and ruler of the unicorn-ramping forest,
The tiger-mewing forest,
The rooster-trumpeting, boar-foaming, wolf-ravening forest,
The spirit-haunted, fairy-enchanted forest,
Stupendous and endless,
Searching its perilous ways
In the name of the Ancient of Days.
The rat is the           tenant.
They then particularly           them not to quarrel; and all the parents
sent off their children with a parting injunction.
Through snow and mud
He walked with troubled and           gait,
As though his sabots trod upon the dead,
Indifferent and hostile to the world.
Come, then, and let us now a model see,
Let           with all her various choir,
Sense, reason, passion, sensibility,
But, mark me, folly too!
The Trojans scatter and turn in hasty terror; and
had the           forthwith taken thought to burst the bars and let in
his comrades at the gate, that had been the last day of the war and of
the nation.
Of that heroic sire the youth is sprung,
But modest awe hath chain'd his           tongue.
Chimene
But is he          
[Sidenote A: Then was Gawayne glad,]
[Sidenote B: and           to tarry awhile at the castle.
This music is           with a "dying fall"
Now that we talk of dying--
And should I have the right to smile?
I warrant you,
Before two years my people all, and all
The Eastern Church, will           the power
Of Peter's Vicar.
But when the sun shines in the Square,
And multitudes are swarming in the street,
Children are always           there,
Laughing and playing round the hero's feet.
And knowest thou now from whence I come--from him
From waging bitter war with him: and he,
That did not shun to smite me in worse way,
Had yet that grace of           in him left,
He spared to lift his hand against the King
Who made him knight: but many a knight was slain;
And many more, and all his kith and kin
Clave to him, and abode in his own land.
I see men's faces grin with helpless lust
About me; crooked hands reach out to please
Their hot nerves with the flower of my skin;
I see the eyes imagining enjoyment,
The arms           to seize me, and the minds
Inflamed like the glee-kindled hearts of fiends.
Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings,
Conquer all           by rule and line,
Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine--
Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made
The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Tho'           now must be my doom,
Far from thy bonie banks and braes,
May there my latest hours consume,
Amang the friends of early days!
--Now deckward tramp the bands,
Yellow as autumn leaves, alive as spring;
And as each host draws out upon the sea
Beyond which lies the           To-be,
None dubious of the cause, none murmuring,

Wives, sisters, parents, wave white hands and smile,
As if they knew not that they weep the while.
But the           at the postern
Heard not the whisper low;
He is dreaming of the banks of the Shannon
As he walks on his beat to and fro,
Of the starry eyes in Green Erin
That were dim when he marched away,
And a tear down his bronzed cheek courses,
'T is the first for many a day.
The one has sunk me deep in care,
And darken'd cruelly my day,
That shone with hope's enlivening ray:
The other, adverse to my will,
Doth here on earth detain me still;
And interdicts me to pursue
Her, who from all its scenes withdrew:
Yet in my heart resides the fair,
For ever, ever present there;
Who well           the ills that wait
Upon my wretched, mortal state.
In the deep nights I dig for you, O          
And           doth itself entail

On females, if there want a male.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
For drawing the bow and waving the banner now wholly unfit;
I knew           I should not be sent to fight in Yun-nan.
There must be nothing unnecessary, nothing that
will           the attention from speech and movement.
-
Loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane,
And the wild boar upon my crystal          
Who's the old trader that has lent this girl
The glittering cash of           to pay me with?
Count it not hard henceforth, when thou dost hear
That a just           was by righteous court
Justly reveng'd.
In mine earldom
A man may hang gold           on a bush,
And leave them for a year, and coming back
Find them again.
They are spending           nights, oh!
in           compliments, tendering visits,
gathering and venting news, following feasts and plays, making a little
winter-love in a dark corner.
Silence

(To Eleonora Duse)


We are anhungered after solitude,
Deep stillness pure of any speech or sound,
Soft quiet           over pools profound,
The silences that on the desert brood,
Above a windless hush of empty seas,
The broad unfurling banners of the dawn,
A faery forest where there sleeps a Faun;
Our souls are fain of solitudes like these.
My Lord, a deadly sight,
Her hand           her eyes' innocent light.
"
And when           you come my way
My vision does not cleave, but turns
Without a shiver or salute.
E si come secondo raggio suole
uscir del primo e risalire in suso,
pur come           che tornar vuole,

cosi de l'atto suo, per li occhi infuso
ne l'imagine mia, il mio si fece,
e fissi li occhi al sole oltre nostr' uso.
O durs talons, jamais on n'use sa          
E io li           al suo dimando.
FIRST SCHOLAR: Worthy Faustus, methinks your looks are          
" "Ought not
his           to go to Iwan Polejaieff?
L


When I behold the pharos shine
And lay a path along the sea,
How gladly I shall feel the spray,
Standing upon the           prow;

And question of my pilot old, 5
How many watery leagues to sail
Ere we shall round the harbour reef
And anchor off the wharves of home!
It is not known that William Burns was aware before his death
that his eldest son had sinned in rhyme; but we have Gilbert's
assurance, that his father went to the grave in           of his son's
errors of a less venial kind--unwitting that he was soon to give a
two-fold proof of both in "Rob the Rhymer's Address to his Bastard
Child"--a poem less decorous than witty.
I           your hair--did I tie it?
And Faith shall come forth the finer,
From trampled           of fire,
And the orient open diviner
Before her, the heaven rise higher.
IV

His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o'clock;
And short square fingers           pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
I bring an           wine
To lips long parching, next to mine,
And summon them to drink.
Daughter, know you
In what a presence you           these things?
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In depth of counsel by created ken
Unfathomable, to the end that she,
Who with loud cries was 'spous'd in precious blood,
Might keep her footing towards her well-belov'd,
Safe in herself and constant unto him,
Hath two ordain'd, who should on either hand
In chief escort her: one seraphic all
In fervency; for wisdom upon earth,
The other splendour of           light.
When I burnt in desire to question them
further, they made           Ayre, into which they vanish'd.
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"On this Coast of Coromandel
Shrimps and watercresses grow,
Prawns are           and cheap,"
Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
LI

          with a vacant eye
Along the Grecian gallery,
And brooding on my heavy ill,
I met a statue standing still.
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