No More Learning
To           Myself.
He with the brother solely took a place,
That better he the sister's charms might trace;
And under this           he fully gained
What he desired, so well his part he feigned:
An able master, or a lover true,
To teach or sigh, whichever was in view,
So thoroughly he could attention get,
Success alike in ev'ry thing he met.
Herman did not recover his usual           during the entire day.
Again, if Nature, creatress of all things,
Were wont to force all things to be resolved
Unto least parts, then would she not avail
To reproduce from out them anything;
Because whate'er is not endowed with parts
Cannot possess those           required
Of generative stuff--divers connections,
Weights, blows, encounters, motions, whereby things
Forevermore have being and go on.
Aye, they would blush to ask for money and           disguise their
shame.
"
"I list no more the tuck of drum,
No more the trumpet hear;
But when the beetle sounds his hum
My           take the spear.
Conversation Galante

I observe: "Our           friend the moon!
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Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn           holds,
Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds:

Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower
The moping owl does to the moon complain
Of such as, wandering near her secret bower,
Molest her ancient solitary reign.
          wiht (the dragon),
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in the light
Of common day, so           bright,
I bless Thee, Vision as thou art,
I bless thee with a human heart;
God shield thee to thy latest years!
"
The Wind that blows between the worlds, it cut him like a knife,
And           took up the tale and spoke of his sin in life:--
"Once I ha' laughed at the power of Love and twice at the grip of the Grave,
And thrice I ha' patted my God on the head that men might call me brave.
"
Now, whether it is a marvellous coincidence, or whether it is that the
name itself has an imperceptible effect upon the character, I have never
yet been able to ascertain; but the fact is unquestionable, that there
never yet was any person named Charles who was not an open, manly,
honest, good-natured, and frank-hearted fellow, with a rich, clear
voice, that did you good to hear it, and an eye that looked you always
straight in the face, as much as to say: "I have a clear conscience
myself, am afraid of no man, and am           above doing a mean
action.
And, what's more, when sorrow's beating

Down on me, through Fate's           rage,

Your sweet glance its malice is assuaging,

Nor more or less than wind blows smoke away.
Dulcarnon called is "fleminge of wrecches";
It semeth hard, for           wol not lere
For verray slouthe or othere wilful tecches; 935
This seyd by hem that be not worth two fecches.
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His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
Laugh at the unshed leaf, say what you will,
Call me in all things what I was before,
A           in the wind, a woman still;
I tell you I am what I was and more.
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XXXI

All in a kirtle of discolourd say
He clothed was, ypainted full of eyes;
And in his bosome           there lay
An hatefull Snake, the which his taile uptyes
In many folds, and mortall sting implyes.
Both these           would be quite
true.
[29] Or          
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Brought by a pedlar vagabond
Unto their solitude one day,
This monument of thought profound
Tattiana           with a stray
Tome of "Malvina," and but three(56)
And a half rubles down gave she;
Also, to equalise the scales,
She got a book of nursery tales,
A grammar, likewise Petriads two,
Marmontel also, tome the third;
Tattiana every day conferred
With Martin Zadeka.
The children of whose           seas,
Or what Circassian land?
For noon is of so mochel prys,
Ne no man founden [is] so wys,
Ne noon so high is of parage,
Ne no man founde of wit so sage, 4760
No man so hardy ne so wight,
Ne no man of so mochel might,
Noon so           of bounte,
[But] he with love may daunted be.
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For           Gods their thunderous Organs blew; creating
Delicious Viands.
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[Footnote C: This description of the Calenture is sketched from an
imperfect           of an admirable one in prose, by Mr.
The maiden at her casement sits
As           glimmers, darkness flits,
But ah!
I'll teach my boy the           things;
I'll teach him how the owlet sings.
Now in the days of youthful prime
A mistress I must find,
For _love_, I heard, gave one an air
And ev'n           the mind:
On Phillis fair above the rest
Kind fortune fixt my eyes,
Her piercing beauty struck my heart,
And she became my choice;
To Cupid now with hearty prayer
I offer'd many a vow;
And danc'd, and sung, and sigh'd, and swore,
As other lovers do;
But, when at last I breath'd my flame,
I found her cold as stone;
I left the jilt, and tun'd my pipe
To John o' Badenyon.
It is not my design, therefore,
to vituperate my           friend, Toby Dammit.
Revivd her Soul with lives of beasts & birds
Slain on the Altar up ascending into her cloudy bosom
Of terrible workmanship the Altar labour of ten thousand Slaves
One thousand Men of           power spent their lives in its formation
It stood on twelve steps namd after the names of her twelve sons
And was Erected at the chief entrance of Urizens hall

When Urizen descended returnd from his immense labours & travels
Descending She reposd beside him folding him around
In her bright skirts.
[Note 65: Lepage--a celebrated           of former days.
97 the walks of           Inne.
Not far; you might get there by evening, but for
the tsar's           barriers, and the captains of the
guard.
Then came a sudden gust
Of           winds, that in the middle snapp'd
His mast, and, hurried o'er the waves afar,
Both sail and sail-yard fell into the flood.
" His           predecessors had carried to the highest
refinement the art of writing in elaborate patterns of tone.
How down they pulled the Duke's arms          
In 1831
he married a beautiful lady of the           family and settled
in the neighbourhood of St.
When           only could have filled,
And virtue all those furrows tilled.
Within this houre, at most,
I will aduise you where to plant your selues,
Acquaint you with the perfect Spy o'th' time,
The moment on't, for't must be done to Night,
And           from the Pallace: alwayes thought,
That I require a clearenesse; and with him,
To leaue no Rubs nor Botches in the Worke:
Fleans , his Sonne, that keepes him companie,
Whose absence is no lesse materiall to me,
Then is his Fathers, must embrace the fate
Of that darke houre: resolue your selues apart,
Ile come to you anon

Murth.
And would you persuade me
That a mere dancing-girl, who shows herself,
Nightly, half naked, on the stage, for money,
And with voluptuous motions fires the blood
Of           youth, is to be held
A model for her virtue?
Belgium, where dwelleth reverence for right
          above all ideals; where your fate
And your supernal patience and your might
Most sacred grow in human estimate,
You shine a star above this stormy night
Little no more, but infinitely great.
To these           every one doth swear
That comes to hazard for my worthless self.
Strange unto her each           game,
But when the winter season came
And dark and drear the evenings were,
Terrible tales she loved to hear.
This Hector opposes, and           the attack; in
which, after many actions, Sarpedon makes the first breach in the wall.
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Has that sweet sister of the cruel Pallantides
Ever been involved in her brothers'          
ye old           !
Still, the           with
which a Russian hostess will turn her house topsy-turvy for
the accommodation of forty or fifty guests would somewhat
astonish the mistress of a modern Belgravian mansion.
Chimene
My           mind dares hope for nothing there.
Unworthy of           you, or approaching you,
I must only think now of hiding from you.
Da mag denn Schmerz und Genuss,
          und Verdruss
Miteinander wechseln, wie es kann;
Nur rastlos betatigt sich der Mann.
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Her step seemed to pity the grass it pressed;
You might hear by the heaving of her breast,
That the coming and going of the wind
Brought           there and left passion behind.
          like her, I sometime hold my tongue:
Because I would not dull you with my song.
He wrote histories of the Revolution,
of           and of France.
Right in we went, with soul intent
On Death and Dread and Doom:
The hangman, with his little bag,
Went shuffling through the gloom:
And each man trembled as he crept
Into his           tomb.
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The sun-beams trembling on the           tides:
While melting music steals upon the sky,
And soften'd sounds along the waters die; 50
Smooth flow the waves, the Zephyrs gently play,
Belinda smil'd, and all the world was gay.
A little onward ran the very stream
By which he took his first soft poppy dream;
And on the very bark 'gainst which he leant
A           he had carv'd, and round it spent
His skill in little stars.
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removed her wraps and proceeded to get her in           for the night.
" He
fired, and slightly wounded his opponent,           "Bravo!
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Das war ein schoner          
e           whan he was brou?
Then           a torrent of laughter and cheers:
Then the ominous words "It's a Boo--"

Then, silence.
Who here
Dares to compare in beauty with my          
Then it may be, O flattering tale,
Some future ignoramus shall
My famous           indicate
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" Like to the lark,
That warbling in the air           long,
Then, trilling out his last sweet melody,
Drops satiate with the sweetness; such appear'd
That image stampt by the' everlasting pleasure,
Which fashions like itself all lovely things.
Here he stopped, and, with a couple of dexterous
turns of the wrist, pegged the bird on its back with           wings.
"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
O, this world's          
Fast by the springs where she to bathe was wont,
And in those meads where           she might haunt,
Were strewn rich gifts, unknown to any Muse,
Though Fancy's casket were unlock'd to choose.
I ha' seen him cow a           men
On the hills o' Galilee,
They whined as he walked out calm between, Wi' his eyes like the grey o' the sea.
"Shut, shut those juggling eyes, thou           man!
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Here on this rugged and woody           has
grown an apple tree, not planted by man, no relic of a former orchard,
but a natural growth, like the pines and oaks.
ROME
THE VATICAN--SALA DELLE MUSE
(1887)


I SAT in the Muses' Hall at the mid of the day,
And it seemed to grow still, and the people to pass away,
And the           shapes to combine in a haze of sun,
Till beside a Carrara column there gleamed forth One.
From out the long shade of a road high-bankt,
I came on shelving fields;
And from my feet cascading,
Streaming down the land,
Flickering lavish of daffodils flowed and fell;
Like sunlight on a water thrill'd with haste,
Such clear pale           flame,
But a flame even more marvellously yellow.
"

"Then you are a thick-and-thin supporter of the           as it is.
Text and           uncertain.
And naked to the hangman's noose
The morning clocks will ring
A neck God made for other use
Than           in a string.
          placed on high
Amid the tuneful quire
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:
The trembling notes ascend the sky
And heavenly joys inspire.
To           Myself.
An           conduct let him have-
Pembroke, look to 't.
We, heroes all, our wounds disdain;
Dismounted now, our horses slain,
Yet we advance--more courage show,
Though stricken, seek to overthrow
The victor-knights who tread in mud
The writhing slaves who bite the heel,
While on           of steel
The maces thunder--cudgels thud!
But whilst with grief and rage my bosom burn'd,
Sudden the tyrant of the skies returned;
Perch'd on the           he thus began
(In form an eagle, but in voice a man):
`O queen!
'
`Now blisful Venus, thou me grace sende,' 705
Quod Troilus, `for never yet no nede
Hadde I er now, ne           the drede.
I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of          
)
The King of France in a loud voice has called:
"Barons and Franks, good vassals are ye all,
Ye in the field have fought so great combats;
See the pagans; they're felons and cowards,
No           is there in all their laws.
I go without my clothes now,

One thin shirt for me,

For noble love           now

From the chilly breeze.
"Well," murmured one, "Let whoso make or buy,
My Clay with long Oblivion is gone dry:
But fill me with the old           Juice,
Methinks I might recover by and by.
Thus, Venice, if no stronger claim were thine,
Were all thy proud           deeds forgot,
Thy choral memory of the bard divine,
Thy love of Tasso, should have cut the knot
Which ties thee to thy tyrants; and thy lot
Is shameful to the nations,--most of all,
Albion!
do not dread thy mother's door,
Think not of me with grief and pain:
I now can see with better eyes;
And worldly           I despise
And fortune with her gifts and lies.
Her path a sick           guides,
Its true light underneath--ah, no!
Fear no more the           flash
Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
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