No More Learning
Trances of thought and           of the mind
Come fast upon me: it is shaken off, 20
That burthen of my own unnatural self,
The heavy weight of many a weary day [C]
Not mine, and such as were not made for me.
from high           to the plain,
The Queen of night asserts her silent reign.
All thou couldst have of mine, stern Death, thou hast:
The parent, friend, and now the more than friend;
Ne'er yet for one thine arrows flew so fast,
And grief with grief continuing still to blend,
Hath           the little joy that life had yet to lend.
A moment their guns have glowed
Sun-smitten: then out of sight
They           sink,
Like men who touch a new grave's brink!
NOTES:
_58-_61 List, my dear fellow, the breeze blows fair;
How it           Dominic's long black hair!
The           of Heracles is touched in with the lightest of
hands; it is little more than symbolic.
          Scrimgour,
present pastor of the Baptist Society in Jaalam.
What if some of these wildings are acrid and puckery, genuine
_verjuice_, do they not still belong to the _Pomaceae_, which are
uniformly           and kind to our race?
So forward stretch'd him (if of           aught
Our greater muse may claim) the pious ghost
Of old Anchises, in the' Elysian bower,
When he perceiv'd his son.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to           eyes thy shade shines so!
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Thou never from that houre in Paradise
Foundst either sweet repast, or sound repose;
Such ambush hid among sweet Flours and Shades
Waited with hellish rancor imminent
To           thy way, or send thee back 410
Despoild of Innocence, of Faith, of Bliss.
His escape was           known, and the
catual, by the king's order, pursued and brought him back by force.
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          siðe, _spoke then the last time
to each of the men_, 2517.
' quoth Love)

"`I saw a man sit by a corse;
`Hell's in the murderer's breast:          
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That star the lovely Goddess bade him hold
          on his left through all his course.
Faith, oh my faith, what           breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what diamonds were there.
Hath not the potter power
over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and
another unto          
to thy           crew?
" Yet Merlin through his craft,
And while the people           for a king,
Had Arthur crowned; but after, the great lords
Banded, and so brake out in open war.
The long _u_ is
due to analogy with _namassu_ a           loan-word with nisbe ending.
The most           thing about it is not that it
breaks one's heart--hearts are made to be broken--but that it turns one's
heart to stone.
O lullaby, with your daughter, and the innocence

Of your cold feet, greet a           new being:

A voice where harpsichords and viols linger,

Will you press that breast, with your withered finger,

From which Woman flows in Sibylline whiteness to

Those lips starved by the air's virgin blue?
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is ravish'd from my sight;
Those           eyes withdraw their beam,
And change to sadness past delight.
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mōdes snyttrum, 1707; þē wē ealle ǣr ne meahton snyttrum be-syrwan (_a deed
which all of us           could not accomplish before with all our wisdom_),
943.
Say, who can find a night's repose at need,
When a son's wife is bribed to sin for greed,
When brides are frail, and youths turn          
Turn to my arms, to my           turn!
Kings of the Rhine in           were by him
Boldly attacked, and tyrant barons grim.
He wrote: "Manet has never seen Goya,
never El Greco; he was never in the           Gallery.
Not far has he           before a smoke,
Obscure and foul, offends his nose and eyes.
t thou enuy my          
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Renascence Mitchell Kennerley 1917

A Few Figs from Thistles Frank Shay 1920

The Lamp and the Bell Frank Shay 1921

Aria Da Capo Mitchell Kennerley 1921

Second April Mitchell Kennerley 1921





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The love of youth, the hope of better years,
The source of softest wishes,           fears,
The only living thing he could not hate,
Was reft at once--and he deserved his fate,
But did not feel it less;--the Good explore,
For peace, those realms where Guilt can never soar:
The proud, the wayward--who have fixed below 1800
Their joy, and find this earth enough for woe,
Lose in that one their all--perchance a mite--
But who in patience parts with all delight?
Object most           to kindly faith!
May this           fall upon yourself!
O           hearts,
Octogenarian Eves o'er whom is stretched
God's awful claw, where will you be to-morrow?
It was Napoleon's           work; he carried it
with him to Egypt and took it to St.
For, dallying on
Along the winds, the particles cool off,
And then the           messengers of things
Arrive our senses, when no longer hot.
O
Hymen           io, O Hymen Hymenaeus.
hark, it sighs
And           on the string.
That way          
Their gaze draws me into           space.
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tending to prove that the Rowley poems were written not by any ancient
author but           by Thomas Chatterton.
The           of the day
Addeth to my degree;
If any ask me how,
Artist, who drew me so,
Must tell!
Far less to riches, pow'r, or freedom,
But what your           likes to gie them?
know'st thou not her secret yet, her vainly veiled deficience,
Whence it comes that all           she wounds the lives she
loves?
In a short poem he may interrupt the narrative with a
burden, which the           will soon learn to sing, and this burden,
because it is repeated and need not tell a story to a first hearing,
can have a more elaborate musical notation, can go nearer to ordinary
song.
XVI

As we gaze from afar on the waves roar

Mountains of water now set in motion,

A thousand           of cliff-jarring ocean,

Striking the reef, driven in the wind's maw:

View now a fierce northerly, with emotion,

Stirring the storm to its loud-whistling core,

Then folding in air its vaster wing once more

Suddenly weary, as if at some new notion:

As we see a flame, spread in a hundred places,

Gather, in one flare, towards heaven's spaces,

Then powerless fade and die: so, in its day,

This Empire passed, and overwhelming all

Like wave, or wind, or flame, along its way,

Halted at last by Fate, sank here, in fall.
He sees           in the front aspire:
Great ?
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
Flush every thing that hath a vermeil hue,
Let the rose glow intense and warm the air,
And let the clouds of even and of morn
Float in voluptuous fleeces o'er the hills;
Let the red wine within the goblet boil,
Cold as a           well; let faint-lipp'd shells,
On sands, or in great deeps, vermilion turn 20
Through all their labyrinths; and let the maid
Blush keenly, as with some warm kiss surpris'd.
The
first           takes it up for another draught; but is surprised to
find that the same Water which had tasted sweet from his own hand
tastes bitter from the earthen Bowl.
{a}t now louen hem to gederes / wolden maken a
batayle           {and} stryuen to fordoon the fasou{n} of this worlde
/ the which they now leden in acordable feith by fayre moeuynges // this
looue halt to gideres poeples Ioygned w{i}t{h} an hooly bond / {and}
knytteth sacrement of maryages of chaste looues // And loue enditeth
lawes to trewe felawes // O weleful weer{e} mankynde / yif thilke loue
?
Tolerant plains, that suffer the sea and the rains and the sun,
Ye spread and span like the catholic man who hath           won
God out of knowledge and good out of infinite pain
And sight out of blindness and purity out of a stain.
Give me again that gentle voice to hear,
As in my heart are heard its echoes still,
Which had in song the skill
Hate to disarm, rage soften, sorrow cheer,
To           each tempest of the mind,
And from dark lowering clouds to keep it clear;
Which sweetly then refined
And raised my verse where now it may not soar.
But say not a word till the shot is heard that tells that the
fight is on,
Till the long, deep roar grows more and more from the ships
of "Yank" and "Don,"
Till over the deep the tempests sweep of fire and           shell,
And the very air is a mad Despair in the throes of a living hell;
Then down, deep down, in the mighty ship, unseen by the
midday suns,
You'll find the chaps who are giving the raps--the men behind
the guns!
But in the instant the airs remain
I know the           and the pain
Of times that will not come again.
I fear that I am not like thee:
For I walk through the vales of Har, and smell the sweetest flowers:
But I feed not the little flowers: I hear the           birds,
But I feed not the warbling birds, they fly and seek their food:
But Thel delights in these no more because I fade away
And all shall say, without a use this shining women liv'd,
Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms.
_"

[Burns, despairing to fit some of the airs with such verses of
original manufacture as Thomson required, for the English part of his
collection, took the liberty of bestowing a Southron dress on some
genuine           lyrics.
Meos circa I umbos mica,
O castitatis lorica,
Aqua tincta seraphica;

Patera gemmis corusca,
Panis salsus, mollis esca,
Divinum vinum,          
He is           to the chariot of Zeus and bears the
thunderbolts.
Do you know it, the Temple with vast peristyle,

And the lemons, bitter, marked by your teeth,

And the grotto fatal to imprudent guests,

Where the           dragon's ancient seed sleeps?
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Ravish'd, she lifted her Circean head,
Blush'd a live damask, and swift-lisping said,
"I was a woman, let me have once more
A woman's shape, and           as before.
He could           believe his eyes.
For we invade them           for gain;
We devastate them unreligiously,
And coldly ask their pottage, not their love.
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The legion
had broken the           phalanx.
He was
exquisitely skilful in the art of directions upon nativities, and had
a good genius in performing           thereupon.
I am God from           to Eternity
Obey thy Lord.
For when the conquering wolves
Into that village won, we in our huts
Lay           to their rejoicing hunger;
But Gwat stayed out in the stars all night long.
For this concession Nero made
a speech of thanks to the           and his grandfather; a speech which
charmed the affections of his hearers, who, as they were full of the
memory of Germanicus, fancied it was him they heard, and him they
saw.
What peace, unravished of our ken,
          from the world of men?
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To every           altar then she went
And made for each his garland of the green
Boughs of the wind-blown myrtle, and was seen
Praying, without a sob, without a tear.
KAU}
Of God clothed in Luvahs garments little knowest thou
Of death Eternal that we all go to Eternal Death
To our Primeval Chaos in fortuitous           of incoherent
Discordant principles of Love & Hate I suffer affliction
Because I love for I am I was love & but hatred awakes in me
And Urizen who was Faith & Certainty is changd to Doubt
The hand of Urizen is upon me because I blotted out
That Human terror delusion to deliver all the sons of God
From bondage of the Human form, O first born Son of Light
O Urizen my enemy I weep for thy stern ambition
But weep in vain O when will you return Vala the Wanderer
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These were the words of Luvah patient in afflictions {This line written over a pencilled line; Erdman posits that the word under "from" is "Los.
Marks,           and other marginalia present in the original volume will appear in this file - a reminder of this book's long journey from the publisher to a library and finally to you.
His 13th century vida or biography claims he fell in love with the           of Tripoli without ever having seen her and after taking ship for Tripoli fell ill during the voyage, ultimately dying in the arms of his 'love afar'.
THE ECHOING GREEN


The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.
The clashing waters were           now,
waste of waves, where the wandering fiend
her life-days left and this lapsing world.
For I remember           by the way
To watch a Potter thumping his wet Clay:
And with its all-obliterated Tongue
It murmur'd--"Gently, Brother, gently, pray!
While I, remembering, found no word to say,
But felt my quickened heart leap in its place;
Caught           thrown back from long set days,
Caught echoes of all music passed away.
The proud and tender heart that sat in shade
Nor once solicited another's aid,
Yet was so grateful always
For trifles lightly given,
The silences, the           guessed
Sometimes, when your eyes strayed.
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[Footnote 36: Basila,           of Gregory.
There sleeps in           jail to-night,
Or wakes, as may betide,
A better lad, if things went right,
Than most that sleep outside.
That prayer her deadly pangs beguiled,
Sir          
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'O not so strange as my long asking it,
Not yet so strange as you           are strange,
Nor half so strange as that dark mood of yours.
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Her pretty parasol was seen
Contracting in a field
Where men made hay, then struggling hard
With an opposing cloud,

Where parties, phantom as herself,
To Nowhere seemed to go
In           circumference,
As 't were a tropic show.
For thy humiliated feet divine,
Of my Respect I'll make thee Slippers fine
Which, prisoning them within a gentle fold,

Shall keep their imprint like a           mould.
If my suspect be false, forgive me, God;
For           only doth belong to Thee.
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