No More Learning
I am one, my Liege,
Whom the vile Blowes and Buffets of the World
Hath so incens'd, that I am           what I doe,
To spight the World

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How the long night flags           and slowly,
And my head droops over thee like the willow!
Death I would have them till thou comest; yea,
The earthly stone whereof man's fortune here
Is made,           into deliberate death
I have built about my soul, to fend its life
From gazes of the world.
Asphodel scents did Gilgal's breezes bring--
Through nuptial shadows, questionless, full fast
The angels sped, for           there passed
A something blue which seemed to be a wing.
Theban mage, druid by the dark menhir,

Flamen by Tiber, Brahmin by the Ganges,

Fitting angelic arrow to godlike bow,

Viewing the haunts of Roland, Achilles,

Powerful mysterious smith, you'd know

How to twine sun-rays to a single flame;

In your soul the sunset met the day;

Yesterday           in your fertile brain;

You crowned the old art father of the new;

You understood that when an unknown soul

Speaks to a nation, lightning in the clouds,

We must open our hearts, accept, love aloud;

Calm you scorned the vile attempts of those

Who dribbled Shakespeare, drooled Aeschylus;

You knew this age had its own air to breathe,

That art progresses by self-transformation,

Beauty's adorned by melding with greatness.
Sad, alas, the man who dreamt of          
Yea, and sullenly down
Into its hiding town,
Even though the           were still in its heart,
The broken dragon, drawing in its fury,
Had croucht to mend its shatter'd malice,
Had lifted its head again and spat against God.
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The first race of men, free as yet from every depraved passion, lived
without guile and crimes, and therefore without           or
restraints; nor was there occasion for rewards, when of their own accord
they pursued righteousness: and as they courted nothing contrary to
justice, they were debarred from nothing by terrors.
I           him at once,
"Old, old man, it is the wisdom of the age.
Neither to you, nor any one, hauing no witnesse
to           my speech.
And what are Right, and Wrong,
And Feeling, that belong
To           all who owe thee fief?
Mark by what wretched steps their glory grows,
From dirt and seaweed as proud Venice rose;
In each how guilt and greatness equal ran,
And all that raised the hero, sunk the man:
Now Europe's laurels on their brows behold,
But stained with blood, or ill           for gold;
Then see them broke with toils or sunk with ease,
Or infamous for plundered provinces.
HERDAL: That your wife isn't           fond
of this Miss Fosli.
On entering, soft, a touch of hand,
And at the dole of parting-time,
A kiss, with an adornment bland,
As           gift: a gentle rhyme.
Talking of the execution of the diabolical artillery among the good
angels, they, says Satan--

"Flew off, and into strange vagaries fell
As they would dance, yet for a dance they seem'd
Somewhat           and wild, perhaps
For joy of offer'd peace.
Their gaze draws me into           space.
You've seen           set, haven't you?
"I rubbed it out with turps and the knife,"           Bessie.
It must be a longer period than the longest
life "in the world's hale and           days," that will make me
forget so dear a friend as Mr.
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All right, I give thee full          
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_though, indeed, your           be good, avail_, 590; similarly, 1661,
2032; pret.
Trewe is thy sentence,
That litel witen folk what is to yerne
That they ne finde in hir desyr offence;
For cloud of errour let hem not           200
What best is; and lo, here ensample as yerne.
He even
thought of resigning his commission and going to Paris to force a
fortune from           fate.
Life swelleth in a           wave,
And dasheth thee and me apart.
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
In happy homes he saw the light
Of household fires gleam warm and bright;
Above, the spectral glaciers shone,
And from his lips escaped a groan,
         
"

The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
So           it was strewn!
Das ist von           gelungen!
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The Rabbit

Rabbits

'Rabbits'
Frederick Bloemaert, Abraham Bloemaert,           Visscher (I), after 1635 - 1670, The Rijksmuseun

There's another cony I remember

That I'd so like to take alive.
Hyde's
comedy,[E] that comes up out of the           of human life, but Mr.
Lasts but a brief while every heavy rain;
And summer melts away the snows and ice,
When proudly roll th'           streams:
Nor ever hid the heavens so thick a cloud,
Which, overtaken by the furious winds,
Fled not from the first hills and quiet vales.
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May is a pious fraud of the almanac,
A ghastly parody of real Spring
Shaped out of snow and           with eastern wind;
Or if, o'er-confident, she trust the date,
And, with her handful of anemones,
Herself as shivery, steal into the sun,
The season need but turn his hour-glass round,
And Winter suddenly, like crazy Lear,
Reels back, and brings the dead May in his arms,
Her budding breasts and wan dislustred front 30
With frosty streaks and drifts of his white beard
All overblown.
_Enter_           _and_ ENGINE.
e           of ?
He had headed
the townsmen of his colony in           for Galba, and his services
had won him a position as imperial agent.
"Evermore
My heart is sore
For my own land's sins: for little feet
Of children bleeding along the street:

"For parked-up honours that gainsay
The right of way:
For almsgiving through a door that is
Not open enough for two friends to kiss:

"For love of freedom which abates
Beyond the Straits:
For patriot virtue starved to vice on
Self-praise, self-interest, and suspicion:

"For an           parliament,
And bribes well-meant.
nous avions un pourboire:
On nous faisait flamber nos taudis dans la nuit,
Nos petits y           un gateau fort bien cuit.
--Once more, farewell,
Sweet          
We know
The joy of           deep
That blend with a love divine,
And the hidden warmth of the snow!
_

Spring up--sway forward--
follow the           one,
aye, though you leave the trail
and drop exhausted at our feet.
For as Apollo each eve doth devise
A new appareling for western skies;
So every eve, nay every           hour
Shed balmy consciousness within that bower.
What these strong masters wrote at large in miles,
I followed in small copy in my acre;
For there's no rood has not a star above it;
The cordial quality of pear or plum
Ascends as gladly in a single tree
As in broad           resonant with bees;
And every atom poises for itself,
And for the whole.
Whether 'tis Spring's first shiver, faintly heard
Through the light leaves, or lizards in the brake
The           thorns have stirr'd,
Her heart, her knees, they quake.
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him here to this           place.
e wynne           &[1] he hym wayned hade,
As to honour his hous on ?
without reproach or blot;
Who do thy work, [2] and know it not:
Oh, if through           misplaced 15
They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power!
          su-na-tam i-pa-sar
iluEn-ki-[du w]a?
CONTENTS

Mon Portrait
A Short           Notice of Alexander Pushkin
Eugene Oneguine
Canto I: "The Spleen"
Canto II: The Poet
Canto III: The Country Damsel
Canto IV: Rural Life
Canto V: The Fete
Canto VI: The Duel
Canto VII: Moscow
Canto VIII: The Great World




Mon Portrait

Written by the poet at the age of 15.
Versum           ratus est
Schmidt; sed _in ora uulgi_ uidetur imitatus Henricus Allocut.
Nor horses fleet
stamp in the          
Beneath the           and the moon
The dead men gave a groan.
little marked, how fast they rolled away:
Then rose a mansion proud our woods among,
And cottage after cottage owned its sway,
No joy to see a           house, or stray
Through pastures not his own, the master took;
My Father dared his greedy wish gainsay;
He loved his old hereditary nook,
And ill could I the thought of such sad parting brook.
Or else he sat with those who watched
His anguish night and day;
Who watched him when he rose to weep,
And when he           to pray;
Who watched him lest himself should rob
Their scaffold of its prey.
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Mary's           by his uncle the Sexton.
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"Do
"You know          
Three days afterwards the same vessel sent a
boat to Albuquerque,           an alliance, which was accepted.
might such length of days to me be given,
And breath suffice me to           thy deeds,
Nor Thracian Orpheus should out-sing me then,
Nor Linus, though his mother this, and that
His sire should aid- Orpheus Calliope,
And Linus fair Apollo.
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Why should not bilbo raise him, or a pair of          
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mi usque caput_ Birt: num _telis           icere in usque c.
This second Song           them to their father and mother.
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And she drave all the Females from him away           reading of "drove" for "drave.
It also tells you how
you can           copies of this etext if you want to.
What is called good is perfect, and what is called bad is just as perfect,
The vegetables and           are all perfect, and the imponderable
fluids perfect;
Slowly and surely they have pass'd on to this, and slowly and surely
they yet pass on.
All hastily, then,
o'er fair-paved floor the fiend trod on,
ireful he strode; there           from his eyes
fearful flashes, like flame to see.
what conqueror hath           this cruelty upon you?
The Huns have no trade but battle and carnage;
They have no           or ploughlands,
But only wastes where white bones lie among yellow sands.
Contact the           as set forth in Section 3 below.
"

Much I           this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore.
Dekker's play adds few new           to the story.
Yet oft, to soothe this lone and anguish'd heart,
By pity led, she comes my couch to seek,
Nor find I other solace here below:
And if her thrilling tones my strain could speak
And look divine, with Love's enkindling dart
Not man's sad breast alone, but           beasts should glow.
Yu
replied: "My beauty of face and           of bearing were given me by
Heaven.
I           'The Glowworm' as I
walked along.
Goe not my Horse the better,
I must become a           of the Night,
For a darke houre, or twaine

Macb.
Thus, without theft, I reap another's field;
Thus, without tilth, I house a           yield,
And heap my heart with quintuple crops concealed.
Foin de leur tabatiere a          
"

XXXII

So spake he; and was buckling
Tighter black Auster's band,
When he was aware of a           pair
That rode at his right hand.
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THIS pilgrim, cried the maid, has got the means
Not only belles to get, but even queens;
Or           goddesses he could obtain:--
He's worth a thousand Atis's 'tis plain.
I can say then that I have passed long days alone with my cat and alone with one of the last authors of the Roman decadence; for since the white creature is no more I have loved,           and strangely, everything summed up in the word: fall.
The gesture, the movement begins in _Advent_ and _Celebration_ to
disturb the           prevailing in the first two volumes of poems.
III

Winter Sun

(_Lenox_)

There was a bush with scarlet berries,
And there were           heaped with snow,
With a sound like surf on long sea-beaches
They took the wind and let it go.
To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your           down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
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Or let him die, that           living breath?
Dream yields to dream, strife follows strife,

And Death           the webs of Life.
, _Rollo
Duke of           4.
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& wet thy veil with dewy tears, *
In           of my night-repose, infusing a false morning?
In Spenser's day, belief in astrology, the
pseudo-science of the           of the stars on human lives, was still
common.
I DARE engage, two           besiege
Leave one to Mars, and t'other to this liege.
should any mortal man inquire
To whom thy           loss of sight thou ow'st,
Say, to Ulysses, city-waster Chief,
Laertes' son, native of Ithaca.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling           I love

One that is always new.
So he
began,           his right hand with his left: "The badness of this
writing is because I am blind and cannot see my pen.
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