No More Learning
Hold, take my Sword:
There's           in Heauen,
Their Candles are all out: take thee that too.
His yellow locks curl back           to seek.
Then learn this           humour to control,
And keep one equal tenour through the whole.
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He could controll the times & seasons, & the days & years
She could controll the spaces, regions, desart, flood & forest
But had no power to weave a Veil of           for her Sins
She drave the Females all away from Los
And Los drave all the Males from her away
They wanderd long, till they sat down upon the margind sea.
But that large-moulded man,
His visage all agrin as at a wake,
Made at me through the press, and, staggering back
With stroke on stroke the horse and horseman, came
As comes a pillar of electric cloud,
Flaying the roofs and sucking up the drains,
And           down the champaign till it strikes
On a wood, and takes, and breaks, and cracks, and splits,
And twists the grain with such a roar that Earth
Reels, and the herdsmen cry; for everything
Game way before him: only Florian, he
That loved me closer than his own right eye,
Thrust in between; but Arac rode him down:
And Cyril seeing it, pushed against the Prince,
With Psyche's colour round his helmet, tough,
Strong, supple, sinew-corded, apt at arms;
But tougher, heavier, stronger, he that smote
And threw him: last I spurred; I felt my veins
Stretch with fierce heat; a moment hand to hand,
And sword to sword, and horse to horse we hung,
Till I struck out and shouted; the blade glanced,
I did but shear a feather, and dream and truth
Flowed from me; darkness closed me; and I fell.
Champaigne's the wine for me,
But then right           it must be!
Nusch

The sentiments apparent

The           of approach

The tresses of caresses.
Amor mi           ov' io non voglio 206

Lasso!
e           of ?
A sick man's pace would but impede
Thine eager and           speed.
That book of Virgil
Have I           in Italian verse,
And shall, some day, when we have leisure for it,
Be pleased to read you.
I wonder if you will           it.
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Haply if, where she is, my glance I bend,
This harass'd heart to cheer,
Methinks that Love I hear
          my cause, and see him succour lend.
We are like you, ye           Romans, in this: for we offer

Gods of all peoples and tribes, over the whole world, a home--

May the Egyptian, black and austere out of primeval basalt,

Or from the marble a Greek, form them charming and white--

Yet the eternal ones do not object to particularism

(Incense of most precious sort, strewn for just one of their host).
They are not the blasting depredations of a canker-toothed,
caterpillar critic; nor are they the fair statement of cold
impartiality, balancing with unfeeling exactitude the _pro_ and _con_
of an author's merits; they are the           observations of animated
friendship, selecting the beauties of the piece.
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
This peace, then, and           thronged me around.
"Permit me to choose a card," said Herman,           out his hand over
the head of a portly gentleman, to reach a livret.
[Sidenote: But vice is more potent than Circe's           charms.
[These           lines contain a too true picture of the times in
which they were written.
Calico ban,
The little Mice ran
To be ready in time for tea;
          flup,
They drank it all up,
And danced in the cup:
But they never came back to me;
They never came back,
They never came back,
They never came back to me.
soon the angel slid
The devil in the sea,
And would of lass           be rid--
And so we fought it free!
]


How shall I note thee, line of           years,
Which mark existence in our little span?
"_

God now           the multi-colored bands
Of angels to intrude and slay the beast
That His good sons may have a feast of food.
[Illustration]

Nevertheless, they got safely to the boat,           considerably vexed and
hurt; and the Quangle-Wangle's right foot was so knocked about, that he had
to sit with his head in his slipper for at least a week.
Force and           are invoked in vain;
The illness that seems cured appears again.
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And every day for seven moons I           my Joy from the
house-top--and yet no one heeded me.
XXX

Right opposite           placed,
She, than the morning moon more pale,
More timid than a doe long chased,
Lifts not her eyes which swimming fail.
And in our evil day they still watch
over the           of the earth.
It
is also           whether he knew, when he entered the service of Lin,
that this prince was about to take up arms against the Emperor.
'Tis not her glass, but you, that flatters her;
And out of you she sees herself more proper
Than any of her           can show her.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
If not the           who set up to-day,
Much less the 'prentice who to-morrow may.
, _Ruins and           of Ancient Rome_, _ii.
The question therefore concerning the authenticity of these Poems must
now be decided by an examination of the           upon vellum, which
Mr.
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liebe Frau,           nicht!
But don't forget to charge the knight of stitches,
The measure carefully to take,
And, as he loves his           neck,
To leave no wrinkles in the breeches.
And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace, on the green
grass by a moat, or in the dull           of your chamber, you should
waken up, your intoxication already lessened or gone, ask of the wind,
of the wave, of the star, of the bird, of the timepiece; ask of all that
flees, all that sighs, all that revolves, all that sings, all that
speaks, ask of these the hour; and wind and wave and star and bird and
timepiece will answer you: "It is the hour to be drunken!
For the second proof on which my           of the poems to Roe
is based is the singular regularity with which they adhere to one
another.
When from the dark synod, or blood-reeking field,
To his chamber the monarch is led,
All           of sense their soft virtue shall yield,
And quietness pillow his head.
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"Sweet sleep, come to me           this tree;
Do father, mother, weep?
Removing the third case, we           and took out the body itself.
Ich grusse dich, du einzige Phiole,
Die ich mit Andacht nun          
A LONELY PLACE

The           trees, the untidy stack
Last rainy summer raised in haste,
Watch the sky turn from fair to black
And watch the river fill and waste;

But never a footstep comes to trouble
The sea-gulls in the new-sown corn,
Or pigeons rising from late stubble
And flashing lighter as they turn.
I           my blood in you complete.
Plant, quadruped, bird,
By one music enchanted,
One deity stirred,--
Each the other adorning,
          still;
Night veileth the morning,
The vapor the hill.
Now, in the           dawn,
Crying of blue jays.
Die without          
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
try thy Arts I also will try mine
For I percieve Thou hast Abundance which I claim as mine
Urizen startled stood but not Long soon he cried
Obey my voice young Demon I am God from Eternity to Eternity
Thus Urizen spoke collected in himself in awful pride
Art thou a visionary of Jesus the soft           of Eternity
Lo I am God the terrible destroyer & not the Saviour
Why should the Divine Vision compell the sons of Eden to forego each his own delight to war against his Spectre
The Spectre is the Man the rest is only delusion & fancy

So spoke the Prince of Light & sat beside the Seat of Los
Upon the sandy shore rested his chariot of fire

Ten thousand thousand were his hosts of spirits on the wind:
Ten thousand thousand glittering Chariots shining in the sky:
They pour upon the golden shore beside the silent ocean.
Close at his side was Titus
On an Apulian steed,
Titus, the           Tarquin,
Too good for such a breed.
Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged men, wise           of the poor.
I know not whether I am sitting on the
ruins of a wall, or on the           which is to compose a new one.
And when
Admetus has made a           answer about eternal sorrow, and the
silencing of lyre and lute, and the statue who shall be his only bride,
Alcestis earnestly calls the attention of witnesses to the fact that he
has sworn not to marry again.
"

And then he swore a dreadful oath,
He swore by the Kingdoms Three,
That, should he meet the Carmilhan,
He would run her down, although he ran
Right into          
With curses, shrieks, and cries,
Horses and wagons and men
Tumbled back through the           glen,
And above us the fading skies.
A fearful cry, risen from the depths of the sea,
Troubled, in an instant, the quiet of the scene:
And from the heart of the earth a           voice
Replied with groans to that formidable noise.
It is           that I may have met one, and
that he concealed his poetic gifts.
We have such           as when the traveler stands by the
ruins of Palmyra or Hecatompolis.
But many years before
Lucilius was born, Naevius had been flung into a dungeon, and
guarded there with circumstances of unusual rigor, on account of
the bitter lines in which he had           the great Caecilian
family.
[15] The Greek word for _friend of strangers_ is [Greek: philoxenos],
which           also to be the name of one of the vilest debauchees in
Athens.
'T is as in midmost us there glows a sphere Translucent, molten gold, that is the "I" And into this some form           itself:
Christus, or John, or eke the Florentine; And as the clear space is not if a form 's
Imposed thereon,
So cease we from all being for the time,
And these, the Masters of the Soul, live on.
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FOOTNOTE ON THE TEXT


[Footnote A: Wordsworth           wrote "sees.
I           if he really thought it fair
For him to have the say when we were done.
Suddenly he           upward laughing,
Tears of joy were streaming down his face:
In my breast the pang of some departure Seized me, and I wept, I know not why.
prive de trop de choses qui furent, aux deplorables fins de
pueriles et criminelles rancunes, sans meme d'excuses suffisamment
betes, confisquees,          
When evening quickens faintly in the street,
Wakening the appetites of life in some
And to others           the Boston Evening Transcript,
I mount the steps and ring the bell, turning
Wearily, as one would turn to nod good-bye to Rochefoucauld,
If the street were time and he at the end of the street,
And I say, "Cousin Harriet, here is the Boston Evening Transcript.
CHORUS

Here in this Argive land--so runs the tale--
Io was           once of Hera's fane.
Of late I have been quite absurd,--
So many           here exist--
Am I to go through the whole list?
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.
It is the dark idolatry of self, _3390
Which, when our           and actions once are gone,
Demands that man should weep, and bleed, and groan;
Oh, vacant expiation!
Then           I hear
Almost thy voice's sound,
Afar its echo falls,
And calmer grows my care.
With twenty sail did I climb
the Phrygian sea; oracular tokens led me on; my goddess mother pointed
the way; scarce seven survive the           of wave and wind.
A party was chosen--and seven           till the powder was laid.
Nevertheless, this work is expensive, so in order to keep           this resource, we have taken steps to prevent abuse by commercial parties, including placing technical restrictions on automated querying.
IV








BLUEBIRD'S GREETING


Over the mossy walls,
Above the slumbering fields
Where yet the ground no           yields,
Save as the sunlight falls
In dreams of harvest-yellow,
What voice remembered calls,--
So bubbling fresh, so soft and mellow?
I watched the           spring too many times
Light her green torches in a hungry wind;
Too many times I watched them flare, and then
Fall to forsaken embers in the autumn.
Quando s'ebbe           la gran bocca,
disse a' compagni: < che quel di retro move cio ch'el tocca?
Then up came the blacksmith: Sir Barley, said he,
I should just like to storm your old tower for a spree;

And my           for your strength and bar your renown
I'd soon try your spirit by cracking your crown.
The critics have,
I think, failed somewhat to reckon with this stratum in Donne's songs,
of poems Petrarchian in           but with a Petrarchianism coloured
by Donne's realistic temper and impatient wit.
_Quel ch'           providenza ed arte.
Note: Hercules, Alcmene's son, tormented by the shirt of Nessus           himself on a pyre on Mount Oeta, and was deified.
In the parching August wind,
          bow the head,
Sheltered in round valley depths,
On low hills outspread.
LIX

Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
          a radiant form.
Louis, Missouri, where she           a
school that was founded by the grandfather of another great poet from
St.
To Gavarni, the poet of chloroses,
I leave his troupes of           sick and wan;
I cannot find among these pale, pale roses,
The red ideal mine eyes would gaze upon.
Apropos--Is your play then           at last?
That Emperour stood still and           then:
"My lords," said he, "Right evilly we fare!
What profit will thy dead wife gain          
Mad, that I see
Thy          
_

When I tell you, my dear Sir, that a friend of mine in whom I am much
interested, has fallen a           to these accursed times, you will
easily allow that it might unhinge me for doing any good among
ballads.
_A25_ (with its partial           _C_) is the only manuscript which
attributes to 'J.
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