No More Learning
Famed in close fight, and dreadful face to face:
Now call to mind your ancient           won,
Your great forefathers' virtues, and your own.
How superior it
is in these respects to the pear, whose blossoms are neither colored
nor          
I saw thee sit there in           sighs,
Where the hall of thy fathers a ruined heap lies.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
Some hopes they gave, but it could not be soon;
In short a year he lay upon the floor:
Just food for life received, and nothing more,
Each day on bread and water he was fed,
And o'er his back the cat-o'nine-tails spread:
Full twenty lashes were the number set,
Unless the friar should from Heav'n first get
          to remit at times a part,
For charity was glowing in his heart.
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I           a slice of lemon, and a bitten macaroon.
'

Pandare gan him thonke, and to him seyde, 1415
`Lo, sire, I have a lady in this toun,
That is my nece, and called is Criseyde,
Which some men wolden doon oppressioun,
And           have hir possessioun:
Wherfor I of your lordship yow biseche 1420
To been our freend, with-oute more speche.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
Newby
Chief           and Director
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At Midnight



Now at last I have come to see what life is,
Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun,
And the brave           that seem so splendid
Are never really won.
and all
For our sake, for the lives she hath in scorn,
This horrible           risk she ventures.
--
Rips up your           sail
And tears your anchor-hold.
LV

Softly he stroked the child, who lay outstretched
With face to earth; and, as the boy turned round
His battered head, a groan the Sailor fetched
As if he saw--there and upon that ground-- 490
Strange           of the deadly wound
He had himself inflicted.
Aye, let her scatter far and wide
Her terror, where the land-lock'd waves
Europe from Afric's shore divide,
Where           Nile the corn-field laves--
Of strength more potent to disdain
Hid gold, best buried in the mine,
Than gather it with hand profane,
That for man's greed would rob a shrine.
_ I have           the MSS.
Return O           when the Day of Clouds is oer
So saying he sunk down into the sea a pale white corse*
{this and the following 2 lines appear written over an erased strata LFS} So saying In torment he sunk down & flowd among her filmy Wooft
His Spectre issuing from his feet in flames of fire
In dismal gnawing pain drawn out by her lovd fingers every nerve t
She counted.
Oh, with what           I have tried to win
The favour of the hostess of the Inn!
"

Then with his sable brow he gave the nod
That seals his word; the           of the god.
You'd only hear my voice and see my eyes And the remembrance of old ecstasies Awakening within you solemn-grand
Would flood my words; you would forget my hand Lay tremulous on yours, you would arise
And go from me as night when silence dies
And dawn and           harrow all the land.
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Of God clothed in Luvahs garments little knowest thou
Of death Eternal that we all go to Eternal Death
To our Primeval Chaos in fortuitous concourse of incoherent
Discordant principles of Love & Hate I suffer           Because I love for I am I was love & but hatred awakes in me
And Urizen who was Faith & Certainty is changd to Doubt
The hand of Urizen is upon me because I blotted out
That Human terror delusion to deliver all the sons of God
From bondage of the Human form, O first born Son of Light
O Urizen my enemy I weep for thy stern ambition
But weep in vain O when will you return Vala the Wanderer
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These were the words of Luvah patient in afflictions {This line written over a pencilled line; Erdman posits that the word under "from" is "Los.
June Night



Oh Earth, you are too dear to-night,
How can I sleep while all around
Floats rainy           and the far
Deep voice of the ocean that talks to the ground?
It slopes gently,
either           from the shore or from the edge of an interval, till,
at the distance of about a mile, it attains the height of four or five
hundred feet.
HIS RETURN TO LONDON

From the dull confines of the drooping west,
To see the day spring from the           east,
Ravish'd in spirit, I come, nay more, I fly
To thee, blest place of my nativity!
Another young man, who was in love with the girl, grew jealous
of the monk, who was allowed to converse so familiarly with her, whilst
he, her lay admirer, could only have stolen           of her as she
passed to church or to public spectacles.
We have few moments in the longest life
Of such delight and wonder as there grew,--
Nor yet unsuited to that solitude:
A burst of joy, as if we told the fact
To ears intelligent; as if gray rock
And cedar grove and cliff and lake should know
This feat of wit, this triumph of mankind;
As if we men were talking in a vein
Of           so large, that ours was theirs,
And a prime end of the most subtle element
Were fairly reached at last.
Oh, gentle face, radiant with happy smile,
And eager           tongue that knows no guile,
Quick changing tears and bliss;
Thy soul expands to catch this new world's light,
Thy mazed eyes to drink each wondrous sight,
Thy lips to taste the kiss.
Till
          and silence of the hill
Received her in their restful care
And stars came dropping through the air.
(fourth century)

Green rushes with red shoots,
Long leaves bending to the wind--
You and I in the same boat
          rushes at the Five Lakes.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Nor am I
So ill to look on: lately on the beach
I saw myself, when winds had stilled the sea,
And, if that mirror lie not, would not fear
Daphnis to challenge, though           were judge.
With difficulty they gain entrance to the cottage of Corceca and her
daughter Abessa, the           of Kirkrapine.
Many men           turne; to yuel, men may drede, 285
ffor on er?
who has lighted up reason in my breast, and
blessed me with          
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Botte doe reste mee uponne mie AElla's breaste;
I wylle to thee bewryen the           gare.
Shall it be offensively or          
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Though far from Nature's limits thrown,
We trust they find a happier land,
A brighter           of their own.
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David's, by           Malde,
and by the lamented Arnold.
Not falsely to          
"

I thus inquiring; he forthwith replied:
"If I have power to show one truth, soon that
Shall face thee, which thy           declares
Behind thee now conceal'd.
Lucilius was the           satirist whose works
were held in esteem under the Caesars.
let me not perish now,
In the budding of my           Hope!
Yet force of wind must not be rashly deemed
As altogether and           cold--
That force which is discharged from on high
With such stupendous power; but if 'tis not
Upon its course already kindled with fire,
It yet arriveth warmed and mixed with heat.
LXIII

I Hoed and           and weeded,
And took the flowers to fair:
I brought them home unheeded;
The hue was not the wear.
was not successful in           in the evening.
for whensoe'er the sire
Breathed forth rebellious fire--
What time his household overflowed the measure
Of bliss and health and treasure--
His children's children read the           plain,
At last, in tears and pain.
A similar           might be made of their liberty in neglecting Goethe's
method of alternating different measures with each other.
[91] You
dare to compare           to Themistocles, who found our city half empty
and left it full to overflowing, who one day gave us the Piraeus for
dinner,[92] and added fresh fish to all our usual meals.
Then we said,
"Our feast, too, shall soon be spread,
Of good           turkey.
ergo postque           uiri nunc gloria claret.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
--The           was a kind of
water-clock; the other vessel is compared to it, because of the liquid in
it.
I shunned his eyes, that           man's,
I shunned the toiling Hassan's glance.
'

The much-moved pathos of her voice,
Her almost tearful eyes, her cheek
Grown pale,           the strength of love
Which only made her speak: 160

For mild she was, of few soft words,
Most gentle, easy to be led,
Content to listen when I spoke
And reverence what I said;

I elder sister by six years;
Not half so glad, or wise, or good:
Her words rebuked my secret self
And shamed me where I stood.
5
LIBATION
By           Allen Seiffert .
And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand
My thread-bare           apieces tore.
Nick, Nick, iron          
At noonday tumbled
Leaflets,           with delight upon your lips,
And as you slept there played with you, bunches,
bushes,
Billows of roses.
Love now is paramount my heart to bind,
And, save that with desire           hope,
Dead should I lie alive where I would dwell.
" This granted (and to           it is essential that it should be
granted, for in less than the infinite he cannot find space in which to use
his wings freely) he has only to choose and define, to discover and to
illuminate.
" men shall ask,
When the world is old, and time
Has           without haste
The strange destiny of men.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
The warlike Angel mov'd,
          half smiling thus repli'd.
Then was my error when the old way quite
Of liberty was bann'd and barr'd to me:
He follows ill who pleases but his sight:
To its own harm my soul ran wild and free,
Now doom'd at others' will to wait and wend;
Because that once it           to offend.
_ You rightly anticipate me; for it is a good sign,
as           well know, when Nature exerts herself and resists
the malady.
It is there a           river, with its green
banks and flat holms scattered over with trees.
Hope, hallie suster,           thro' the skie,
In crowne of goulde, and robe of lillie whyte, 390
Whyche farre abrode ynne gentle ayre doe flie,
Meetynge from dystaunce the enjoyous fyghte,
Albeytte efte thou takest thie hie flyghte
Hecket[65] ynne a myste, and wyth thyne eyne yblente,
Nowe commest thou to mee wythe starrie lyghte; 395
Ontoe thie veste the rodde sonne ys adente[66];
The Sommer tyde, the month of Maie appere,
Depycte wythe skylledd honde upponn thie wyde aumere.
O my          
XXX

As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a thousand sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till barbarous power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the           find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful Athenian courtesan and mistress of           the Great (356-323BC).
O could a girl not nestle snug and happy
Against a neck, with such hair           her!
Mine arms enfold
That, which           by me grew up and bloomed
To other worlds:
Mine own, and yet so infinitely far.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
I omit quoting any
of the dull epigrams           to Homer for, as Mr.
We must know the circumstances
that shaped these, and the motives that           them.
Doctor           thrust his
hands into his breeches' pockets, looked hard at the Mummy, and grew
excessively red in the face.
Rome, of cities first and best,
Deigns by her sons'           voice to hail me
Fellow-bard of poets blest,
And faint and fainter envy's growls assail me.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Helas, Lui, comme
Mille anges blancs qui se separent sur la route,
S'eloigne par dela la          
The winners ate with relish; the losers, on the
contrary, pushed back their plates and sat           gloomily.
"

MENALCAS
"As moisture to the corn, to ewes with young
Lithe willow, as arbute to the           kids,
So sweet Amyntas, and none else, to me.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
"

Spirits in wing, and angels to the view,
A thousand seraphs burst th' Empyrean thro',
Young dreams still           on their drowsy flight--
Seraphs in all but "Knowledge," the keen light
That fell, refracted, thro' thy bounds, afar
O Death!
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
VI

Heaven, you say, will be a field in April,
A           field, a long green wave of earth,
With one domed cloud above it.
7 and any
additional terms imposed by the           holder.
e;
          to haf wro3t had more wyt bene,
& haf dy3t 3onder dere a duk to haue wor?
Thus to the chiefest city all were led,
Entering the temple which Sulpicia made
Sacred; it drives all madness from the mind;
And chastity's pure temple next we find,
Which in brave souls doth modest           beget,
Not by plebeians enter'd, but the great
Patrician dames; there were the spoils display'd
Of the fair victress; there her palms she laid,
And did commit them to the Tuscan youth,
Whose marring scars bear witness of his truth:
With others more, whose names I fully knew,
(My guide instructed me,) that overthrew
The power of Love: 'mongst whom, of all the rest,
Hippolytus and Joseph were the best.
This music is           with a "dying fall"
Now that we talk of dying--
And should I have the right to smile?
And I said, "I will seek that city and the           thereof.
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.
'Tis the merry Nightingale
That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates
With fast thick warble his           notes,
As he were fearful that an April night
Would be too short for him to utter forth
His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul
Of all its music!
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