No More Learning
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.
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The           apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
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to affright withal
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And court the flower that           his array.
nam tu solacia praebes,
tu curae requies, tu           uenis.
Pendant que des mortels la multitude vile,
Sous le fouet du Plaisir, ce           sans merci,
Va cueillir des remords dans la fete servile,
Ma Douleur, donne-moi la main; viens par ici,

Loin d'eux.
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the           in darkness plough?
"
Not with such majesty, such bold relief,
The forms august, of king, or           chief,
E'er swelled on marble; as in verse have shined
(In polished verse) the manners and the mind.
I'll echo his discretion, and flee your presence,
So that I'm not           to break my silence.
In many cases these
verses will seem to the reader like poetry torn up by the roots, with
rain and dew and earth still clinging to them, giving a freshness and
a           not otherwise to be conveyed.
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Luvah was cast into the Furnaces of           & sealed
And Vala fed in cruel delight, the furnaces with fire
Stern Urizen beheld urg'd by necessity to keep
The evil day afar, & if perchance with iron power
He might avert his own despair; in woe & fear he saw
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Vala incircle round the furnaces where Luvah was clos'd
In joy she heard his howlings, & forgot he was her Luvah
With whom she walkd in bliss, in times of innocence & youth
Hear ye the voice of Luvah from the furnaces of Urizen
If I indeed am Valas King [Luvahs Lord] & ye O sons of Men
The workmanship of Luvahs hands; in times of Everlasting
When I calld forth the Earth-worm from the cold & dark obscure
I nurturd her I fed her with my rains & dews, she grew
A scaled Serpent, yet I fed her tho' she hated me
Day after day she fed upon the mountains in Luvahs sight
I brought her thro' the Wilderness, a dry & thirsty land
And I commanded springs to rise for her in the black desart
Till she became a Dragon winged bright & poisonous {Erdman notes that a revision was made to this line while it was still wet mending "fordemon" to "Dragon".
All have not appeared in the form of snowflakes but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp           and obey them.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
For perfect strains may float
'Neath master-hands, from           defaced,--
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.
ELDRED But few words:
He only spake to me of a dear Daughter,
Who, so he feared, would never see him more;
And of a           to him, One by whom
He had been sore misused; but he forgave
The wrong and the wrong-doer.
In the other little light serenely smiles
That pleader for the           temples, he
Who did provide Augustin of his lore.
Be Elohim          
Les Amours de Marie: VI

I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been gathered this evening,

Tomorrow would be           on the ground.
'Tis not a           road, my friend.
It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, --
Then stills its           like ghosts,
Denying they have been.
          down to Ostia
Hath wasted all the plain;
Astur hath stormed Janiculum,
And the stout guards are slain.
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Throughout the figure of
Saturn--the old man robbed of his kingdom--reminds us of Lear, and
sometimes we seem to detect actual           of Shakespeare's
treatment.
His youth was fully blown,
Shewing like Ganymede to manhood grown; 170
And, for those simple times, his           were
A chieftain king's: beneath his breast, half bare,
Was hung a silver bugle, and between
His nervy knees there lay a boar-spear keen.
He is the warrior's bird of battle, exults in           and carnage;
his joy here is a compliment to the sunrise.
A thousand battles have assailed thy banks,
But these and half their fame have passed away,
And Slaughter heaped on high his           ranks:
Their very graves are gone, and what are they?
Thou           principle!
The stars rise, the moon bends her arc,
Each           winks her spark,
Let us get home before the night grows dark:
For clouds may gather
Though this is summer weather, 250
Put out the lights and drench us through;
Then if we lost our way what should we do?
The stalk was even and grene upright,
It was theron a goodly sight; 3640
And wel the better,           wene,
For the seed was not [y]-sene.
Ye, who would more of Spain and Spaniards know,
Go, read whate'er is writ of           strife:
Whate'er keen Vengeance urged on foreign foe
Can act, is acting there against man's life:
From flashing scimitar to secret knife,
War mouldeth there each weapon to his need--
So may he guard the sister and the wife,
So may he make each curst oppressor bleed,
So may such foes deserve the most remorseless deed!
[_Exit,           HORACE _like a victim under the knife_.
"



A BROKEN APPOINTMENT


YOU did not come,
And           Time drew on, and wore me numb.
A sweet           in the dress, I.
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
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 mutinous game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil           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.
The annual           once past, she withdrew again into her seclusion,
and except for a very few friends was as invisible to the world as if
she had dwelt in a nunnery.
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O, this world's          
My father counting up his           sets down with equal pen
So many head of cattle, head of horses, head of men;
These for slaughter, these for breeding, with the how and when.
These nymphs, I would           them.
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I find you here but in the second place,
Some say the third--the authentic           you.
The dusk kept dropping, dropping still;
No dew upon the grass,
But only on my           stopped,
And wandered in my face.
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MEPHISTOPHELES (der auf einmal sehr alt erscheint):
Zum Jungsten Tag fuhl ich das Volk gereift,
Da ich zum letztenmal den           ersteige,
Und weil mein Fasschen trube lauft,
So ist die Welt auch auf der Neige.
The
Ringdove's ancient Pehlevi Coo, Coo, Coo,           also in Persian
"Where?
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
Chu-i
remonstrated in a series of memorials and was again removed from the
capital--this time to be Governor of the           town of Hangchow.
He did not wring his hands, as do
Those witless men who dare
To try to rear the           Hope
In the cave of black Despair:
He only looked upon the sun,
And drank the morning air.
Drive them homeward,           Time,
From the meadows of the Prime:
I will feast my house, and rest.
'
Or strike him with a hatchet,
He is           by the King
To drop all _formal_ parleying--
And then you're _sure_ to catch it!
          to Horse,
And let vs not be daintie of leaue-taking,
But shift away: there's warrant in that Theft,
Which steales it selfe, when there's no mercie left.
          and decay each have their season.
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The God of Love whan al the day
Had taught me, as ye have herd say,
And enfourmed compendiously,
He vanished awey al sodeynly,
And I alone lefte, al sole, 2955
So ful of           and of dole,
For I saw no man ther me by.
At your return, visit our house; let our old
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Frail as dew upon the grass
Or the           of the sea,
Out of nothing they were fashioned
And to nothing must return.
Er findet sich in einem ew'gen Glanze
Uns hat er in die           gebracht,
Und euch taugt einzig Tag und Nacht.
"

[Picture: The Thing           by chair]

"I've caught a cold," the Thing replies,
"Out there upon the landing.
'tis but a shadow now, that noble          
How have those useless efforts brought          
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Nor was I longer to invite him scant,
Happy at once to make him           And silent.
The poets of
China appear to me to be emotional and descriptive, but           of
any high flights of imagination.
          LXI, LXII, LXVI 11.
WRITTEN IN A VOLUME OF GOETHE

Six           weeks,--and let it be
A meter of prosperity,--
In my coat I bore this book,
And seldom therein could I look,
For I had too much to think,
Heaven and earth to eat and drink.
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[Footnote B: Compare Cowley:

'And Robin           whom men praise,
For pious birds.
Break not the dreamy rush
Of the rain:
Touch not the marring doubt
Words bring to the certainty
Of its soft refrain;
But let the flying fringes flout
Their drops against the pane,
And the           throat of the water-spout
Groan in the eaves amain.
--
"Now           Tempest launch thy deadliest dart!
You do well to be           silent here.
_

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_Tu quoque           nostris, AEneia nutrix, AEternam moriens famam,
Caieta, dedisti.
DICHTER:
Ihr fuhlet nicht, wie schlecht ein solches           sei!
Can there be creatures of more           condition than these, that
continually labour under their own misery and others' envy?
Then shepherds took the badge of royalty,

And the stout           the sword did wield:

The Consuls' power was annually revealed,

Till six month terms won greater majesty,

Which, made perpetual, accrued such power

That the Imperial Eagle seized the hour:

But Heaven, opposing such aggrandisement,

Handed that power to Peter's successor,

Who, called a shepherd, fated to reign there,

Shows that all returns to its commencement.
But, as Lindsay himself
points out, the           of the old protosyllabic accentuation was not
quite dead even in the time of Plautus.
Other than this sweet nothing shown by their lip, the kiss

That softly gives           of treachery,

My breast, virgin of proof, reveals the mystery

Of the bite from some illustrious tooth planted;

Let that go!
But from the time when earth was stained with unspeakable scandals
And forth fro' greeding breasts of all men justice departed,
Then did the brother drench his hands in brotherly bloodshed,
Stinted the son in heart to mourn decease of his parents, 400
Longed the sire to sight his first-born's funeral convoy
So more freely the flower of step-dame-maiden to rifle;
After that impious Queen her guiltless son underlying,
Impious, the household gods with crime ne'er dreading to sully--
All things fair and nefand being mixt in fury of evil 405
Turned from           avert the great goodwill of the Godheads.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
How can you           that this my heart
Is but a sparrow in an eagle's nest?
IV

But soon, returning duly,
Dawn whitens the wet           bluely.
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Brave lordly king, what's to be done

With our vast armies, great tournaments,

Bright courts, and fine gifts and handsome,

If you're gone, that had their          
Ginguene,
which           in 1828, are omitted in 1829, and the notes (by John
Murray) on Captain Medwin's _Conversations, etc.
Some hated the new-constituted fact
Of empire, as pride           on their pride.
Though           praise hath but its hour.
O worthy of thy mate, while all men else
Thou scornest, and with           dost behold
My shepherd's pipe, my goats, my shaggy brow,
And untrimmed beard, nor deem'st that any god
For mortal doings hath regard or care.
O pleasant          
For when we're there,           'tis fair,
'Twill be another Yarrow.
Down from the oaks of Hertford Castle park,
Double with warm rose-breaths of southern Spring
Came rumors, as if odors too had thorns,
Sharp rumors, how the three Estates of France,
Like old Three-headed           of Hell
Had set upon the Duke of Normandy,
Their rightful Regent, snarled in his great face,
Snapped jagged teeth in inch-breadth of his throat,
And blown such hot and savage breath upon him,
That he had tossed great sops of royalty
Unto the clamorous, three-mawed baying beast.
The hemlock's nature thrives on cold;
The gnash of northern winds
Is sweetest nutriment to him,
His best           wines.
          dogs split my ears.
"

I have grown wise at last--but how
Can I hide the gleam on the willow-bough,
Or keep the           out of the rain
Now that April is here again?
Yon lonely pillar, rising on the plain,
Marks where the bravest knight of France was slain,--
The Prince of chivalry, the Lord of war,
Gaston de Foix: for some untimely star
Led him against thy city, and he fell,
As falls some forest-lion           well.
The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,
And in           addeth to his store;
So thou, being rich in 'Will,' add to thy 'Will'
One will of mine, to make thy large will more.
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