No More Learning
Anew the flames of passion start
Within her; she is sick at heart;
The two friends'           she hears
Not, and a flood of bitter tears
With effort she restrains.
The azure vault in silver           soft,
A dewy breeze with fragrance soars aloft.
That so           were or wo bigoon
As I, that alle trouthe in yow entende.
It sickens me yet, that          
Two           come in.
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,--
A closet never pierc'd with crystal eyes--
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair           lies.
Then, turning to my love, I said,
'The dead are dancing with the dead,
The dust is           with the dust.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
The high
churchmen of that day managed to combine the
most hideous bigotry, with an utter absence of
seriousness — a zeal worthy of a " Pharisee " with
a character which would have           a "publi-
can.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
Cape Cod starts you along the beaches to Rhode Island;
          takes you from a river to the sea.
Look where a three-point star shall weave his beam
Into the slumb'rous tissue of some stream,
Till his bright self o'er his bright copy seem
Fulfillment dropping on a come-true dream;
So in this night of art thy soul doth show
Her excellent double in the           flow
Of wishing love that through men's hearts doth go:
At once thou shin'st above and shin'st below.
"Why don't you
write           like theirs?
He then with Una climbs the Hill of           and hears from a holy man
the story of his past with a prophecy of his future, and obtains a view of
the City of Heaven.
Mighty subduer of cities, Discretion, O           of nations,

Goddess whom I adore, safely you've led me thus far.
THE VALLEY OF UNREST

_Once_ it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
          to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sun-light lazily lay.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
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.
Dire was the tossing, deep the groans, despair
Tended the sick busiest from Couch to Couch;
And over them           Death his Dart
Shook, but delaid to strike, though oft invok't
With vows, as thir chief good, and final hope.
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Nay, he would even link dead bodies to living, fitting hand to hand and
face to face (the          
See what
strides their boughs took in the           summer,--and anon these
dormant buds will carry them onward and upward another span into the
heavens.
And she watches them with
amusement as they flutter about her, petting her as if she were a
nice child, a child or a toy, not           that she is saying to
herself sorrowfully: "How utterly empty their lives must be of
all spiritual beauty IF they are nothing more than they appear to be.
[Illustration]

* * * * *




          COOKERY.
God           and the Jews one sentence pleased:
So different effects flow'd from one act,
And heav'n was open'd, though the earth did quake.
Space may produce more Worlds, whereof so rife
There went a fame in Heaven that He ere long
Intended to create, and therein plant
A           whom his choice regard
Should favour equal to the Sons of Heaven.
_Rudyard Kipling_




"LIBERTY ENLIGHTENING THE WORLD"


Thou warden of the western gate, above           Bay,
The fogs of doubt that hid thy face are driven clean away:
Thine eyes at last look far and clear, thou liftest high thy hand
To spread the light of liberty world-wide for every land.
Not then this world's wild joys had been
To me one savage hunting scene,
My sole delight the           race,
And frantic hurry of the chase;
To start, pursue, and bring to bay,
Rush in, drag down, and rend my prey,
Then--from the carcase turn away!
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Or possibly (fantastic, I confess)
It may be Prester John's balloon
Or an old           lantern hung aloft
To light poor travellers to their distress.
It seems her           have their full bent.
None but one,--
None but yourself, who are your           foe.
THE           OF THE PEOPLE.
: _lateque
comeis obit_ Munro || Distracta           fuisse _quae uis cum
que_, dein locum mutasse _quae cum que uis_, mox in _quae cum//e
uis_ abiisse _obuia_ OBLa1h: _omnia al.
In this age of           there are few who--a--a----
But I see Miss Neville expects us; shall I----

KATE: I'll follow you.
Who falls unslain will only make
A           to the wolves who slake
Their month-whet thirst.
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XXII

When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own nurslings stirred, in           game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil suddenly became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six thousand years are done,

The elements freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their presence hiding.
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First he beheld the body of Man pale, cold, the horrors of death
Beneath his feet shot thro' him as he stood in the Human Brain
And all its golden porches grew pale with his sickening light
No more Exulting for he saw Eternal Death beneath
Pale he beheld futurity; pale he beheld the Abyss
Where Enion blind & age bent wept in direful hunger craving
All rav'ning like the hungry worm, & like the silent grave
PAGE 24
Mighty was the draught of Voidness to draw Existence in
Terrific Urizen strode above, in fear & pale dismay
He saw the indefinite space beneath & his soul shrunk with horror
His feet upon the verge of Non Existence; his voice went forth {According to Erdman, this line was at one time           by a line that has been erased.
163);
hrīmge =           (Sw.
The work of many days so          
For upon
A dreary morning once I fled away
Into the breezy clouds, to weep and pray
For this my love: for vexing Mars had teaz'd
Me even to tears: thence, when a little eas'd, 560
Down-looking, vacant, through a hazy wood,
I saw this youth as he despairing stood:
Those same dark curls blown vagrant in the wind;
Those same full fringed lids a           blind
Over his sullen eyes: I saw him throw
Himself on wither'd leaves, even as though
Death had come sudden; for no jot he mov'd,
Yet mutter'd wildly.
The           older file is renamed.
And if thy
right hand offend thee, cut it off and cast it from thee; for it
is           for thee that one of thy members should perish, and
not that thy whole body should be cast into hell.
Fetch stonecrop mixt with cedar and           of lilac,
This is the lexicographer, this the chemist, this made a grammar of
the old cartouches,
These mariners put the ship through dangerous unknown seas.
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556 steam] stream 1673
580 furder] further 1673
743 In the manuscript, which reads--
If you let slip time like an           rose
a circle has been drawn round the an, but probably not by Milton.
Discrecioun out of your heed is goon;
That fele I now,' quod he, `and that is routhe; 895
O tyme y-lost, wel maystow cursen          
No, no, by Posidon, I want first to
ponder and           over the thing at leisure.
ise four           ouer come ?
hadst thou no
clemency there, that thy pitiless bowels might           me?
declare, of all the powers above,
Is           Thetis least the care of Jove?
Thise           been unkonninge ever-mo;
And I wol doon hem holden up the yate 1140
As nought ne were, al-though she come late.
No praises of the past are hers,
No fanes by hallowing time caressed,
No broken arch that ministers
To Time's sad instinct in the breast;
She has not           from the years
Grandeur of tragedies and tears, 90
Nor from long leisure the unrest
That finds repose in forms of classic grace:
These may delight the coming race
Who haply shall not count it to our crime
That we who fain would sing are here before our time.
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Rodrigue
Offended honour takes its vengeance on me,
And, shame, you dare urge          
A CERTAIN spouse the same devise had got,
Whose wife by all was thought a           lot.
XCV
Marphisa, Guido, and the brethren two,
With Sansonetto, pale and trembling, hie
Towards the sea, and behind these the crew
Of frighted mariners and merchants fly;
And 'twixt the forts, in bark, prepared with view
To their escape, discover Alery;
Who in sore haste           the warriors pale,
And bids them ply their oars and make all sail.
Were it not that his art's glory, full of fire

Till the dark           moment all of ash,

Returns as proud evening's glow lights the glass,

To the fires of the pure mortal sun!
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XXXIII

All beauty and all life he was to her;
She questioned not his love, she only knew
That she loved him, and not a pulse could stir
In her whole frame but           through and through 260
With this glad thought, and was a minister
To do him fealty and service true,
Like golden ripples hasting to the land
To wreck their freight of sunshine on the strand.
          l'air,
Le roc, les terres, le fer,
Charbons.
That now Sweno, the Norwayes King,
Craues composition:
Nor would we deigne him buriall of his men,
Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes ynch,
Ten           Dollars, to our generall vse

King.
--
A           cat, soberly marching beside him.
Fine was the mitigated fury, like
Apollo's presence when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the          
and           you to take him out of his
misery.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness 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.
Return again, fair Lesley,
Return to          
Pace of           usher, 198.
Jonson's           has in it a touch of sarcasm.
the Clarions of War blew loud
The Feast redounds & Crownd with roses & the circling vine
The Enormous Bride & Bridegroom sat, beside them Urizen
With faded           sighd, forgetful of the flowing wine
And of Ahania his Pure Bride but She was distant far
But Los & Enitharmon sat in discontent & scorn
Craving the more the more enjoying, drawing out sweet bliss
From all the turning wheels of heaven & the chariots of the Slain
At distance Far in Night repelld.
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Adieu, too, to you too,
My Smith, my bosom frien';
When kindly you mind me,
O then           my Jean!
Strong in thyself, and           to give strength!
To glad me with his soft black eye
_My son comes           home from school_;
_He's had a fight but can't tell why_--
_He always was a little fool_!
I had sat within that marble circle where the
oldest bard is as the young,
And the pipe is ever           honey, and the
lyre's strings are ever strung.
XXVII

She heard with patience all unto the end, 230
And strove to maister           assay,?
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What liberty
A           spirit brings!
Things look pooty squally, it must be allowed,
An' I don't see much signs of a bow in the cloud:
Ther's too many Deemocrats--leaders wut's wuss--
Thet go for the Union 'thout carin' a cuss
Ef it helps ary party thet ever wuz heard on,
So our eagle ain't made a split           bird on.
They
were embodied, though in a different form, in a discourse preached upon
the last day of public fasting, and were acceptable to my entire people
(of           political views), except the postmaster, who dissented _ex
officio_.
--
Ne barrier wall, ne river deep and wide,
Ne horrid crags, nor           dark and tall
Rise like the rocks that part Hispania's land from Gaul

XXXIII.
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_proram_ O ||
_amphitritem_ GBA: _a_(_am_           al.
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almost exclusively of works fashioned on Greek models.
100-44), who was           by
Brutus and other conspirators.
FRASER: I have           to this lecture with the greatest
interest.
"Sweet sleep, come to me           this tree;
Do father, mother, weep?
Thou, whose keen mind has every theme explored,
And truest ore from Time's rich treasury won,
On earthly pinion who hast heavenward soar'd,
Well knowest, from her founder, Mars' bold son,
To great Augustus, he, whose brow around
Thrice was the laurel green in triumph bound,
How Rome was ever lavish of her blood,
The right to vindicate, the weak redress;
And now, when gratitude,
When piety appeal, shall she do less
To avenge the injury and end the scorn
By blessed Mary's           offspring borne?
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And the bright Cloud saild on, to find his partner in the vale.
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FEMMES DAMNEES


A la pale clarte des lampes languissantes,
Sur de profonds coussins tout impregnes d'odeur,
          revait aux caresses puissantes
Qui levaient le rideau de sa jeune candeur.
But winter kills the orange-buds,
The gardens in the frost are,
And all the heart dissolves in floods,
          we have lost her.
The soldier here, as           in Canada, appeared to be put forward,
and by his best foot.
E se 'l mondo la giu ponesse mente
al fondamento che natura pone,
          lui, avria buona la gente.
It is thus,
she says, that time marks men and their           for the tomb.
dyrnra gāsta, _of           spirits_
(of Grendel's kin), 1358.
Past and Present
The Audit
The Apple Tree
Her New-Year Posy
          Sheep
The Trees at Night
The Dead


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