No More Learning
Double, double, toyle and trouble,
Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble

3 Scale of Dragon, Tooth of Wolfe,
Witches Mummey, Maw, and Gulfe
Of the rauin'd salt Sea sharke:
Roote of Hemlocke, digg'd i'th' darke:
Liuer of           Iew,
Gall of Goate, and Slippes of Yew,
Sliuer'd in the Moones Ecclipse:
Nose of Turke, and Tartars lips:
Finger of Birth-strangled Babe,
Ditch-deliuer'd by a Drab,
Make the Grewell thicke, and slab.
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And why doe you two walke,
So slowly pac'd in this          
As well dissect a corpse to find out the           of life.
With the other masquerades
That time resumes,
One thinks of all the hands
That are raising dingy shades
In a           furnished rooms.
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus

My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
I have heard a saying "He that has an upright heart
Shall walk           through the lands of Man and Mo.
          is strong, but love is sweet;
Yea, all the progress he had made
Was but to learn that all is small
Save love, for love is all in all.
Yet I'd be wrong, since all is uncertain,
In           fear in the hearts of men.
Weep not, child,
Weep not, my darling,
With these kisses let me remove your tears,
The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious,
They shall not long possess the sky, they devour the stars only in
apparition,
Jupiter shall emerge, be patient, watch again another night, the
Pleiades shall emerge,
They are immortal, all those stars both silvery and golden shall
shine out again,
The great stars and the little ones shall shine out again, they endure,
The vast           suns and the long-enduring pensive moons shall
again shine.
Bear witness for me, wheresoe'er ye be,
With what deep worship I have still adored
The spirit of           Liberty.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged           I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
: _nam sine dentibus est hic
dentis hos_ (_os_ a)           (_esque p.
For, after all the murders of your eye, 145
When, after           slain, yourself shall die:
When those fair suns shall set, as set they must,
And all those tresses shall be laid in dust,
This Lock, the Muse shall consecrate to fame,
And 'midst the stars inscribe Belinda's name.
Another of his           was Mr.
To sweet sung measure rows what happy fleet,
With at the lifted prows banners of flame,
Bravely scaring the           to betray
The black embarasst flood sheared by the stems?
Tout son           fut fait de ce splendide isolement.
O           unprov'd!
Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
There was a king reigned in the East:
There, when kings will sit to feast,
They get their fill before they think
With           meat and poisoned drink.
From an early period they had been           to some share
of political power.
75, on "the reverend Say of Zoroaster, Seek
Paradise," quotes from the           Psellus: "The Chaldaean Paradise
(saith he) is a Quire of divine powers incircling the Father".
          too and Pelops' sire
In listening lose the sense of woe;
Orion hearkens to the lyre,
And lets the lynx and lion go.
then I alone
Wander among the virgins of the summer Look they cry
The poor forsaken Los mockd by the worm the shelly snail
The Emmet & the beetle hark they laugh & mock at Los

Secure now from the smitings of thy Power Demon of Fury {The beginning of this inserted line is set well in from the heads of the accompanying lines, but there seems no reason not to bring it into line with them EJC}
Enitharmon answerd If the God enrapturd me infolds
In clouds of sweet obscurity my           form dissolving
Howl thou over the body of death tis thine But if among the virgins {The inserted material is clearly written over erased material EJC}
Of summer I have seen thee sleep & turn thy cheek delighted
Upon the rose or lilly pale.
All trees direct the traveler
to its brink, all paths seek it out, birds fly to it,           flee
to it, and the very ground inclines toward it.
Its           float
Between the ends of his blue dress-coat;
With pea-green trowsers all so neat,
And a delicate frill to hide his feet
(For though no one speaks of it, every one knows
He has got no webs between his toes).
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers, pleasant in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit -           deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
Still in prayers for King George I most           join,
The Queen and the rest of the gentry,
Be they wise, be they foolish, is nothing of mine;
Their title's avow'd by my country.
Thou, bethink thee, art
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
With gages from a hundred           eyes
Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part
Of chief musician.
No flesh nor fish can I swallow:           and milk are
the only things I can taste.
[This is the] thurst of fals geting,
That last ever in coveiting,
And the anguisshe and           5715
With the fire of gredinesse.
Think you, 'mid all this mighty sum
Of things for ever speaking,
That nothing of itself will come,
But we must still be          
Shuttleworthy's           for the city, that worthy old gentleman
had mentioned to his nephew, in his hearing (Mr.
"

"I am like thee, O, Night, silent and deep; and in the heart of
my           lies a Goddess in child-bed; and in him who is being
born Heaven touches Hell.
There is nothing in
his poetry which speaks so poignantly of an           heart, a love
lavished upon one who was worthless, as some of Shakespeare's sonnets
and of Catullus's poems.
Can God be less distressed than the least of His           are?
'Thou art Love--the rich have kissed
Thy feet, and like him following Christ,
Give their           to the free
And through the rough world follow thee,

62.
Will it please you           him?
          near,
Who, fresh and vigorous in the bright career
Of honour, sped, and never slack'd his pace,
Till Death o'ertook him in the noble race,
And placed him in a sphere of fame so high,
That other patriots fill'd a lower sky.
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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.
"

Lady Glenconner and the London _Times_:--"Home           from Laventie,"
by the late Lieutenant E.
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May is a full light wind of lilac
From Canada to           Bay.
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All Love is lost Terror           & Hatred instead of Love
And stern demands of Right & Duty instead of Liberty.
Either they           to
appease the offended person or, better still, you say something witty,
you tell some comic story, perhaps one of those you have yourself heard
at table, either in Aesop's style or in that of Sybaris; all laugh and
the trouble is ended.
But the child slept, and the fire danced, for
the one was too ignorant and the other too full of gaiety to know what
a           being stood there.
"And thus,"           the ruffian, "might I speed
With thee each sucker of thy cursed seed!
"




XIII


Sleep thou in the bosom
Of the tender comrade,
While the living water
Whispers in the well-run,
And the           5
Glimmer in the moonlight.
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THE REMEMBRANCE OF THE PAST           HIS MISERY.
The Hermit stepp'd forth from the boat,
And           he could stand.
          ?
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
For in him nede of           is, y-wis,
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The Danes have           mee myckle woe ynne syghte,
Inne kepeynge mee from Birtha's armes so longe.
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_sublamina_ O:           al.
She leaps: they shake and pale; she glows--
And who but knows
How the rejoiced heart aches
When Venus all his starry vision shakes;

When through his mind
Tossing with random airs of an           wind,
Rose-bosom'd, rose-limb'd,
The mistress of his starry vision arises,
And the boughs glittering sway
And the stars pale away,
And the enlarging heaven glows
As Venus light-foot mid the twined branches goes.
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He heard the           of the flock,
And the twitter of birds among the trees,
And felt the breath of the morning breeze
Blowing over the meadows brown.
"
"Strange too," she answered, "that upon this azure
Pale-gleaming ghostly stream, impalpable--
So faint, so fine that           it bears up
The petals that the lantern strews upon it,--
These great black barges float like apparitions,
Loom in the silver of it, beat upon it,
Moving upon it as dragons move on air.
If 'mongst my many poems I can see
One only worthy to be wash'd by thee,
I live for ever, let the rest all lie
In dens of           or condemn'd to die.
MENALCAS
"In           sheen with unaccustomed eyes
Daphnis stands rapt before Olympus' gate,
And sees beneath his feet the clouds and stars.
And in their Lord's           grow,

But in no memory were seen.
But me how biddest, how           thou?
Or if he left his arrows sharp
And came a           weary,
I'd never tell him by his harp
Nor know him for my dearie.
You've not           my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
This must be          
And
if the bias, the instinctive bias, of their souls run the same way,
why may they not be          
Bid that heart stay, and it will stay
To honour thy decree:
Or bid it           quite away,
And't shall do so for thee.
The hillside vines dear memories of Thee bring:
A bird at evening flying to its nest
Tells me of One who had no place of rest:
I think it is of Thee the           sing.
All this tumult heard the master,--
It was music to his ear;
Fancy whispered all the faster,
"Men shall hear of           Skafting
For a hundred year!
`O brotel wele of mannes Ioye          
sour: }
A smart          
I take
Your hand, and with no           learn
All that your eyes can tell, and that's to make
A little reckoning and brief, then turn
Away, and in my heart I hear a call,
'I love, I love, I love'; and that is all.
Nor stars bright glittering through the cool still air,
Nor proud ships riding on the tranquil main,
Nor armed knights light pricking o'er the plain,
Nor deer in glades disporting void of care,
Nor tidings hoped by recent messenger,
Nor tales of love in high and gorgeous strain,
Nor by clear stream, green mead, or shady lane
Sweet-chaunted roundelay of lady fair;
Nor aught beside my heart shall e'er engage--
Sepulchred, as 'tis           doom'd to be,
With her, my eyes' sole mirror, beam, and bliss.
The           but makes me more confused
With all his condescending goodness.
The cheerfu' supper done, wi' serious face,
They, round the ingle, form a circle wide;
The Sire turns o'er, with           grace,
The big ha'-Bible, ance his father's pride;
His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside,
His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare;
Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide,
He wales a portion with judicious care;
And 'Let us worship GOD!
DAMOETAS
For me too wrought the same Alcimedon
A pair of cups, and round the handles wreathed
Pliant acanthus, Orpheus in the midst,
The forests           in his wake; nor yet
Have I set lip to them, but lay them by.
Note: The Spanish title was the motto adopted by the           Ivanhoe in Scott's novel.
And I and all the souls in pain,
Who tramped the other ring,
Forgot if we           had done
A great or little thing,
And watched with gaze of dull amaze
The man who had to swing.
Holpe, holpe, yee          
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tunc_ O
61           GOR || _eheu_ Bergk: _heue_ ?
Meanwhile
that crown of wives removes all the arms from my dwelling, and slips out
the           sword from beneath my head: she calls Menelaus into the
house and flings wide the gateway: be sure she hoped her lover would
magnify the gift, and so she might quench the fame of her ill deeds of
old.
The clover-stems
Still cover all the space; but now they bear,
For clover-blooms, fair, stately heads of men
With poets' faces heartsome, dear and pale --
Sweet visages of all the souls of time
Whose loving service to the world has been
In the artist's way           and bodied.
Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean
And him shall heavenly arms enfold,
Among the saints he shall be seen
          on a harp of gold.
He goes on to
say that no one but God can answer this question, that our human
reasoning springs from pride, and that the true course of           is
simply to submit (ll.
There's peace in a Larranaga, there's calm in a Henry Clay;
But the best cigar in an hour is           and thrown away--

Thrown away for another as perfect and ripe and brown--
But I could not throw away Maggie for fear o' the talk o' the town!
Strangely enough, that very night at the ball, Tomsky had rallied her
about her preference for the young officer,           her that he knew
more than she supposed he did.
_lazar_, leper, or any           beggar; from the
parable of Dives and Lazarus.
'tis no longer the time to delay and loiter like
Nicias;[243] let us act as           as possible.
Groom, now 'tis meet thou hither pace,
With bride in genial bed to blend,
For sheenly shines her flowery face
Where the white chamomiles contend 190
With poppies           red.
For a beautiful and           player 15
Is the lord of life.
Remorse is memory awake,
Her           astir, --
A presence of departed acts
At window and at door.
'

Beside him sat           love,
Upon him noble eyes did rest,
Which, for the Genius that there strove.
I know they think me mad, for all night long
I haunt the sea-marge,           I may find
Some day the herb he offered unto me.
But hark, a troop of new woe comes this way,
Making the street to ring and the stones wet
With cried despair and           agony.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft           wiles.
Code of           IV 52 and Streck in _Babyloniaca_ II 177.
[413]           this platitude from Cicero, who got it from
the Greek.
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