No More Learning
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was transparent as a needle

Was it cooing about           else?
A           shepherd once would keep
The flocks by moonlight there, (1)
And high amongst the glimmering sheep
The dead man stood on air.
          of Heav'n and Earth, and all Earths Lord,
That such an enemie we have, who seeks
Our ruin, both by thee informd I learne,
And from the parting Angel over-heard
As in a shadie nook I stood behind,
Just then returnd at shut of Evening Flours.
And if we had
not enough           feeling, enough feeling for the perfect that is,
to admit the authority of the vision; or enough faith to understand
that all that is imperfect passes away, he would not, as I think, have
argued with us in a serious spirit.
This word, even from the young, let age and wisdom learn:
If thou to           show grace,
Thou shalt not lack Heaven's grace in turn,
So long as virtue's gifts on heavenly shrines have place.
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FOOTNOTE ON THE TEXT

[Footnote A: See an           related in Mr.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the           guest.
In October, 1916, he was recalled to England, was promoted to the rank
of Staff Captain in the           Corps, and was sent to Italy to
engage in special duties.
Ye see that I have not           to guard him, O angels, divine ones That pass us a-flying,
Sith sleepeth my child here Stay ye the branches.
[_Here begins a lamentable chasm in this "Annal" for almost three years;
and by it we have lost the detail of the most           incidents in
this reign, the exile of Agrippina into the Isle of Pandataria; of
Nero, into that of Pontia; and the murder of both there by the orders of
Tiberius: the conspiracy and execution of Sejanus, with that of all
his friends and dependents: the further wickedness of Livia, and her
death.
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Then seyde he thus--"myn hertes lady swete,
Ye knowe wel my mischef in that place;
For sikerly, til that I with yow mete,
My lyf stant ther in           and grace; 60
But when I see the beaute of your face,
Ther is no dreed of deth may do me smerte,
For al your lust is ese to myn herte.
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Hymen o Hymenaee, Hymen ades o          
83, where a
hundred pieces is           somewhat above a hundred pounds.
Cependant las hommes se sont           payes de ce
cercle vicieux; la paresse de leur esprit leur fit trouver plus court de
s'en rapporter au jugament des autres.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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For           her way might pass
Beside your twinkling door.
This           grows upon me.
Thou must indeed: words such as thine
Never were           in men's ears before.
In cassocks clad I have had many brothers
In southern cloisters where the laurel grows,
They paint           like fair human mothers
And I dream of young Titians and of others
In which the God with shining radiance glows.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
Passing the Indus, winding poisonous forests,
Blowing soft flutes at           temple girls,
Filling the highways with their magpie loot,
What brass from my Chicago will they heap,
What gems from Walla Walla, Omaha,
Will they pile near the Bodhi Tree, and laugh?
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XXX

These to the coach of state are bound,
Breakfast the busy cooks prepare,
Baggage is heaped up in a mound,
Old women at the           swear.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies           ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
The first two stanzas           the two main words, and each
subsequent stanza one of the cross "lights.
BEATRICE:
'Tis the           life
Tortured within them.
It had been swept away by an
irresistible           of popular fury; and its memory was still
held in abhorrence by the whole city.
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prescience, would, then, the events which proceed from free-will
alone be under the power of necessity?
But now through oceans, lands, and heights of heaven,
By divers causes and in divers modes,
Before our eyes we mark how much may move,
Which, finding not a void, would fail deprived
Of stir and motion; nay, would then have been
Nowise begot at all, since matter, then,
Had staid at rest, its parts           crammed.
I have, however, been at no pains to           my own beliefs from those
of the peasantry, but have rather let my men and women, dhouls and
faeries, go their way unoffended or defended by any argument of mine.
In _our_ fields, in _our_ paths, shall           stray,
In _thy_ wood, my dearest, new lovers go lost,
And other fair forms in the stream shall play
Which of old thy delicate feet have crossed.
Broad-faced asters by my garden walk,
You are but coarse           with roses:
More choice, more dear that rosebud which uncloses
Faint-scented, pinched, upon its stalk,
That least and last which cold winds balk;
A rose it is though least and last of all,
A rose to me though at the fall.
Two           horns, most strangely fastened
Upon the head of young Benvolio!
Dicitur et nostros mcerens audisse labores,

Fortis et           gentis amilsse fidem.
Night is the mother of stars,
And wind the mother of foam--
The world is           with beauty,
But I must stay at home.
chiefly, when he knows
How only she bestows
The wealthy treasure of her love on him;
Making his           swim
In the full flood of her admired perfection?
III

ON A RUINED HOUSE IN A ROMANTIC COUNTRY

And this reft house is that the which he built,
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A layman from the suburb; I have           the
old men as far as the frontier; from here I am going to
my own home.
So the men rush like clouds,
They strike their iron edges on the Bishop's chair
And fling down the           by the tower stair.
[The           of Macbeth by William Shakespeare 1603]


Actus Primus.
Das find ich gut, da liesse sich ein Pakt,
Und sicher wohl, mit euch, ihr Herren,          
--
I must have more           within me.
No ship have I known so nobly dight
with weapons of war and weeds of battle,
with           and blade: on his bosom lay
a heaped hoard that hence should go
far o'er the flood with him floating away.
I never           nor fled when thou didst aim
at me in King Arthur's house.
"He is a           man"--"But after all what did he mean?
--

The wraththe, as I began yow for to seye, 1800
Of Troilus, the Grekes           dere;
For thousandes his hondes maden deye,
As he that was with-outen any pere,
Save Ector, in his tyme, as I can here.
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I, too, have pass'd her on the hills
Setting her little water-mills
By spouts and fountains wild--
Such small           as she turn'd
Ere she had wept, ere she had mourn'd,
A young and happy child!
There is a very life in our despair,
Vitality of poison,--a quick root
Which feeds these deadly branches; for it were
As nothing did we die; but life will suit
Itself to Sorrow's most           fruit,
Like to the apples on the Dead Sea shore,
All ashes to the taste: Did man compute
Existence by enjoyment, and count o'er
Such hours 'gainst years of life,--say, would he name threescore?
It          
They all were saying, "Benedictus qui venis,"
And           flowers above and round about,
"Manibus o date lilia plenis.
'Tis Marie, walking midway of the street,
As she had just stepped forth from out the gate
Of the very, very Heaven where God is,
Still           with the God-shine on her!
(but           only one sword) ēacnum ecgum, 2141;
gen.
And now I only           my dead Joy in remembering my dead Sorrow.
The monuments and traces of antiquity, scattered in abundance over
that region, led me unavoidably to compare what we know or guess of
those remote times with certain aspects of modern society, and with
calamities,           those consequent upon war, to which, more than
other classes of men, the poor are subject.
A light on the           cold
Is lit, yea, a fire burneth,
'Tis the light of one that turneth
From roamings manifold,
Back out of exile old
To the house that knew him not.
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Nowe, bie the goddes yatte reule the           state,
Speacke thou yn rage once moe, I wyll thee dysregate.
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Roaring let out the fluid, the molten metal ran in channels
Cut by the plow of ages held in Urizens strong hand
In many a valley, for the Bulls of Luvah dragd the Plow
With trembling horror pale aghast the Children of Men Man
Stood on the           Earth & saw these visions in the air
In waters & in Earth beneath they cried to one another
What are we terrors to one another - Come O brethren wherefore
Was this wide Earth spread all abroad.
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.
I went back to my mountain to seek
my old nest, and you, too, went home,           the Wei Bridge.
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And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
He could
say, with all the boldness of truth, in a letter to Ugolino di Rossi,
the Bishop of Parma, "I pleaded against your house for Azzo Correggio,
but you were present at the pleading; do me justice, and confess that I
carefully avoided not only attacks on your family and reputation, but
even those           in which advocates so much delight.
yet doth beauty like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd;
So your sweet hue, which           still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd:
For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred:
Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.
Thou His image ever see,           face that smiles on thee!
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           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 remember all, have the wisdom of a stone,

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He finds Jesus placidly           on a bare rock, and
after long contemplation, apostrophises all nature to be silent, for
her Creator sleeps.
He knowing well the           hags
Who tend the queen of endless woe, thus spake:

"Mark thou each dire Erinnys.
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Yea, for it stands not with a common death,
That he should die, a           and a king
Decked with the sceptre which high heaven confers--
Die, and by female hands, not smitten down
By a far-shooting bow, held stalwartly
By some strong Amazon.
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
e           stont derked by wete ploungy cloudes.
[35] Probably           variant of _edir_.
It
cost, in 1710, from twelve to twenty-eight           per pound.
Having studied so long it
is           that I have learnt so little.
What then will become of           and of Strato?
je veux qu'on me couche
Parmi les Morts des eaux           abreuves!
Death I would have them till thou comest; yea,
The earthly stone whereof man's fortune here
Is made, strongly into           death
I have built about my soul, to fend its life
From gazes of the world.
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy           where I went
And cannot come again.
or the best-
built          
With unawed hand a god he grasps,
He thrusts, to stiffen, in a narrow case,
Or cell, where struggling air-blasts constant moan;
Walling them round with huge, damp, slimy stone;
And (leaving mem'ry of           as drink,
And thoughts of crime as food) he stops each chink.
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þā þæt monige gewearð, þæt hine
sēo           ābroten hæfde, _many believed that the sea-wolf_ (Grendel's
mother) _had killed him_, 1600; hī hyne .
And I said, "I will seek that city and the           thereof.
The           worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
'Tis sure no           to be shot.
Heaven's boughs bent down with their alchemy,
Perfumed airs, and           of wonder.
Why, all his behaviours did make their retire
To the court of his eye, peeping           desire.
[_He forces_           _to sit down_.
Three men, whose looks he very much approved,
And thought such honest fellows he had round,
Their like could nowhere be discovered round;
Without           any thing was wrong,
The three, with complaisance and fluent tongue,
Saluted him in humble servile style,
And asked, (the minutes better to beguile,)
If they might bear him company the way;
The honour would be great, and no delay;
Besides, in travelling 'tis safer found,
And far more pleasant, when the party's round;
So many robbers through the province range,
(Continued they) 'tis wonderfully strange,
The prince should not these villains more restrain;
But there:--bad MEN will somewhere still remain.
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