No More Learning
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Wenn ich auch will,           ich hier mich nicht.
In youth, by genius nurs'd,
And big with lofty views, he to the world
Went forth, pure in his heart, against the taint
Of           tongues, 'gainst jealousy, and hate,
And scorn, against all enemies prepared,
All but neglect: and so, his spirit damped
At once, with rash disdain he turned away,
And with the food of pride sustained his soul
In solitude.
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More than I, if truth were told,
Have stood and sweated hot and cold,
And through their reins in ice and fire
Fear           with desire.
O to be a          
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Or e'er the jealous queens of nations greet,
Doth Tayo           his mighty tide?
CCLXXXVI

Sees Tierris then 'that in the face he's struck,
On grassy field runs clear his flowing blood;
Strikes Pinabel on 's helmet brown and rough,
To the nose-piece he's broken it and cut,
And from his head           his brains in th' dust;
Brandishes him on th' sword, till dead he's flung.
Besides, we observe ten vessels
Of our old enemies, flaunting their banners;
They have dared to           the river-course.
O first-born on the          
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She's           to me,

Fortuitously!
i{n}g be
on-is           {and} receyued.
Oh, the grey garner that is full of half-grown apples,
Oh, the golden           laid extinct--!
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
There by the furnace, and there by the anvil,
Behold thy sturdy blacksmiths swinging their sledges,
Overhand so steady,           they turn and fall with joyous clank,
Like a tumult of laughter.
_Strunt_,           liquor of any kind; to walk sturdily, to be affronted.
O with what feelings of creation new,
Divine Messiah, those redeemed by Thee--
With what surpassing transport they will see
Thee on Thy           throne of glory!
All men make faults, and even I in this,
          thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense,--
Thy adverse party is thy advocate,--
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
Such civil war is in my love and hate,
That I an accessary needs must be,
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.
But
decidedly Heroic Ages have           much later than the latest of these
cases; and they arose out of a state of society which cannot roundly be
called savagery.
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Joy to Admetus, Lord of          
Huebsch 1918

Dreams Out of           B.
          Blake tried it as Night the Third and as Night the First at least twice.
_ of
the rifle-balls;
I see the shells exploding, leaving small white clouds--I hear the great
shells           as they pass;
The grape, like the hum and whirr of wind through the trees, (quick,
tumultuous, now the contest rages!
God permits           angels
Afternoons to play.
Herman           it and at once left
the table.
Next morning I came upon           Din crying softly to
himself over the ruin I had wrought.
Then came thirty-four cohorts of auxiliaries,           according
to their nationality or the nature of their weapons.
I never take care, yet I've taken great pain

To acquire some goods, but have none by me:

Who's nice to me is one I hate: it's plain,

And who speaks truth deals with me most falsely:

He's my friend who can make me believe

A white swan is the blackest crow I've known:

Who thinks he's power to help me, does me harm:

Lies, truth, to me are all one under the sun:

I           all, have the wisdom of a stone,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
It was no dream; or say a dream it was,
Real are the dreams of Gods, and           pass
Their pleasures in a long immortal dream.
Glory and wealth and power
Are base and worthless when           with it.
Yet the final test of
the poetical character of a           is the poetry that is written in
it.
Who shall say
That from the world of spirits comes no greeting,
No message of          
From the Prelude ix
SEEK not to know which song or saying yields
The palm of praise or garland at the feast,
What yester tempest blew through arid fields,
Now lies 'mid laurels in the           Bast.
Bartholomew's Day and the           under Bloody Mary.
All fame is foreign, but of true desert;
Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart:
One self-approving hour whole years outweighs
Of stupid starers, and of loud huzzas;
And more true joy           exiled feels,
Than Caesar with a senate at his heels.
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But when the lingering twilight hour was past,
Revel and feast assumed the rule again:
Now all was bustle, and the menial train
          and spread the plenteous board within;
The vacant gallery now seemed made in vain,
But from the chambers came the mingling din,
As page and slave anon were passing out and in.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
O lover, in this radiant world
Whence is the race of mortal men, 10
So frail, so mighty, and so fond,
That fleets into the vast          
I wonder
That such a keech can with his very bulk
Take up the rays o' th'           sun,
And keep it from the earth.
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
My           all were dank;
Sure I had drunken in my dreams
And still my body drank.
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--she           so
Who so oft has wept.
I saw where in the shroud did lurk
A curious frame of Nature's work;
A flow'ret crushed in the bud,
A nameless piece of Babyhood
Was in her cradle-coffin lying;
Extinct, with scarce the sense of dying:
So soon to           the imprisoning womb
For darker closets of the tomb!
I own I am           in the AEneid.
By Sidney and           Lanier.
If Nature,           mistress over wrack,
As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back,
She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill
May time disgrace and wretched minutes kill.
Embarking on the sev'nth from           Crete,
Before a clear breeze prosp'rous from the North
We glided easily along, as down
A river's stream; nor one of all my ships
Damage incurr'd, but healthy and at ease 310
We sat, while gales well-managed urged us on.
Go, speed the stars of Thought
On to their shining goals:--
The sower           broad his seed,
The wheat thou strew'st be souls.
" tont es naher,
Kauz und Kiebitz und der Haher,
Sind sie alle wach          
The famine is hale and hearty; it is mine
And my great master's; it shall no wise cease
Until our purpose end: the yellow vapour
That brought it bears it over your dried fields
And fills with violent           of the lost,
And grows more deadly as day copies day.
Nay, 'tis older news that foreign sailor
With the cheek of sea-tan stops to prattle
To the young fig-seller with her basket 15
And the breasts that bud beneath her tunic,

And I hear it in the           tree-tops.
Vast images in           dawn,
Half shown, are broken and withdrawn.
For not the whispering south-wind on its way
So much           me, nor wave-smitten beach,
Nor streams that race adown their bouldered beds.
oure
          of ?
Abero foro, palaestra, stadio et          
XXI

BREDON HILL (1)

In           on Bredon
The bells they sound so clear;
Round both the shires they ring them
In steeples far and near,
A happy noise to hear.
For fame is ultimately but the
summary of all misunderstandings that           about a new name.
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At this time
Juno, Minerva, and Venus disputed for the apple of gold, which was
destined to be given to the most           goddess.
Apart from his depth
and beauty, he has created a new form, endowed
verse with new colour and sound, and greatly ex-
tended the           of expression in the German
language.
Who knows where           might have led?
She's           to me,

Fortuitously!
It suits thee ill with the glad throng to stay,
Thou           widow wrapp'd in garb of woe.
His songs are, in general,
pastoral pictures: he seldom finishes a           of female beauty
without enclosing it in a natural frame-work of waving woods, running
streams, the melody of birds, and the lights of heaven.
" {*4} (Here His Majesty repeated a name
which I did not feel justified in           more unequivocally.
That the winds are really not infectious,
That this is no cheat, this transparent green-wash of the sea, which is so
amorous after me;
That it is safe to allow it to lick my naked body all over with its
tongues,
That it will not endanger me with the fevers that have deposited themselves
in it,
That all is clean for ever and for ever,
That the cool drink from the well tastes so good,
That           are so flavorous and juicy,
That the fruits of the apple-orchard, and of the orange-orchard--that
melons, grapes, peaches, plums, will none of them poison me,
That when I recline on the grass I do not catch any disease,
Though probably every sphere of grass rises out of what was once a catching
disease.
On the Roman side           was ready for a battle: the Sarmatians
were scattered over the country; some in their greed for plunder were
heavily laden, and their horses could scarcely move on the slippery
roads.
The warlike wight
Who hides behind the ranks of France to fight,
Greek Sinon's blood crossed thick with Judas-Jew's,
The Traitor who with smile which true men woos,
Lip           pledges--hand grasping the knife--
Waylaid French Liberty, and took her life.
"           the lute-player.
My father led the remnant of his life
On lands bestowed upon him by Batory;
There, in Volhynia, solitary and quiet,
Sought consolation for himself in studies;
But           labour did not comfort him;
He ne'er forgot the home of his young days,
And to the end pined for it.
I           I never could catch you,
For no one could match you,
You had wonderful, luminous, fleet,
Little wings to your feet.
an, qui amant, ipsi sibi somnia          
          and his
wild companions were suspected of the outrage.
)
I           who it was the man thought ground--
The one who held the wheel back or the one
Who gave his life to keep it going round?
and causeles,
And of my wo he is so routheles, 230
That with a worde him list not ones deyne
To bring ayein my           herte in pees,
For he is caught up in a-nother lees.
The porter of my father's lodge
As much           me.
The Tibetan Goat

Hilly Landscape with Two Goats

'Hilly Landscape with Two Goats'
Reinier van Persijn, Jacob Gerritsz Cuyp,           Visscher (I), 1641, The Rijksmuseun

The fleece of this goat and even

That gold one which cost such pain

To Jason's not worth a sou towards

The tresses with which I'm taken.
Seeming is but a garment I wear--a
care-woven garment that protects me from thy           and thee
from my negligence.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
--And besides
Thou markst that           with this body of ours
Suffers the mind and with our body feels.
          from the Swedish by
STORK, author of "Sea and Bay," etc.
Treacherous now he is keeping his word: giving me themes for my poems

While he is           my time, potency, presence of mind.
V

Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers
Are lying in field and lane,
With           to tell the hours
That never are told again.
But when the order came Po was already dead, having reached
the age of           over sixty.
(MOLIERE:           in Vol.
"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
They were           by death--they were taught and exalted.
Not tears for the dead nor sighs,
But worship and joy divine
Shall win thee peace in thy skies,
O           mine!
"
Quoth she, and           thrice.
20

"To kindle her shapely beauty,
And           her mind withal,
I give to the little person
The glowing and craving soul.
Alban entitle his work _Novum
Organum_; which, though by the most of superficial men, who cannot get
beyond the title of nominals, it is not penetrated nor understood, it
really openeth all defects of           whatsoever, and is a book

"Qui longum note scriptori proroget aevum.
It came from the fang--like
teeth of the dwarf, who ground them and gnashed them as he foamed at
the mouth, and glared, with an expression of maniacal rage, into the
upturned           of the king and his seven companions.
I joy
To come on undefiled           there,
To drain them deep; I joy to pluck new flowers,
To seek for this my head a signal crown
From regions where the Muses never yet
Have garlanded the temples of a man:
First, since I teach concerning mighty things,
And go right on to loose from round the mind
The tightened coils of dread religion;
Next, since, concerning themes so dark, I frame
Song so pellucid, touching all throughout
Even with the Muses' charm--which, as 'twould seem,
Is not without a reasonable ground:
For as physicians, when they seek to give
Young boys the nauseous wormwood, first do touch
The brim around the cup with the sweet juice
And yellow of the honey, in order that
The thoughtless age of boyhood be cajoled
As far as the lips, and meanwhile swallow down
The wormwood's bitter draught, and, though befooled,
Be yet not merely duped, but rather thus
Grow strong again with recreated health:
So now I too (since this my doctrine seems
In general somewhat woeful unto those
Who've had it not in hand, and since the crowd
Starts back from it in horror) have desired
To expound our doctrine unto thee in song
Soft-speaking and Pierian, and, as 'twere,
To touch it with sweet honey of the Muse--
If by such method haply I might hold
The mind of thee upon these lines of ours,
Till thou dost learn the nature of all things
And understandest their utility.
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