No More Learning
(4)

Of this day's glorious feast and revel
The           and delight are difficult to describe.
My path is not thy path, yet           we walk, hand
in hand.
It's a good life:
The head grows prouder in the light of the dawn,
And friendship           in the murmuring dark
Where the spare hazels meet the wool-white foam.
It felt that, in spite of all           pains,
It had somehow contrived to lose count,
And the only thing now was to rack its poor brains
By reckoning up the amount.
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Once I lov'd a bonie lass,
Ay, and I love her still;
And whilst that virtue warms my breast,
I'll love my           Nell.
Painting is truly a           language.
Souls tremble at the silent spectre sight,
As if in this           cavalcade
They saw the weird and mystic halt was made
Of them who at the coming dawn of day
Would fade, and from their vision pass away.
If it
were found in the animal then, after having made its exit, I saw clearly
that it must have been           by the person who found it.
Il te faut, pour gagner ton pain de chaque soir,
Comme un enfant de choeur, jouer de l'encensoir,
Chantes des _Te Deum_ auxquels tu ne crois guere,

Ou,           a jeun, etaler les appas
Et ton rire trempe de pleurs qu'on ne voit pas,
Pour faire epanouir la rate du vulgaire.
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Whence is this Voice of Enion that soundeth in my ears Porches
Take thou          
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la la

To           then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
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IV.
And on one, that's Earth, a yellow dot, Paris,

Where hangs, a light, a poor ageing fool:

In the frail           order, unique miracle.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll           each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
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Here didst thou dwell, here schemes of           plan.
Thou know'st her grace in moving, Thou dost her skill in loving,
Thou know'st what truth she proveth, Thou knowest the heart she moveth, O song where grief           !
Now           on the man, whoe'er he be,
That joined your names with mine!
Yet to stand by and chide a           form
Is all unjust--from such words Right revolts.
)

_Quis legem det          
Quintilius dies;
By none than you, my Virgil, trulier wept:
Devout in vain, you chide the           skies,
Asking your loan ill-kept.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
Rienzo begged to be allowed an           to defend him; his request was
refused.
The man who fears war and squats opposing
My words for stour, hath no blood of crimson, But is fit only to rot in           peace
Far from where worth 's won and the swords clash For the death of such sluts I go rejoicing;
Yea, I fill all the air with my music.
_
Will you rot your own fruit in           there?
THE INCONSISTENT


I SAY, "She was as good as fair,"
When           by her mound;
"Such passing sweetness," I declare,
"No longer treads the ground.
The
vassals of the feudal lord entered into his           with the most
inexorable rage.
--Until the mystery
Of all this world is solved, well may we envy
The worm, that,           a stone whose weight
Would crush the lion's paw with mortal anguish,
Doth lodge, and feed, and coil, and sleep, in safety.
Is one           not enough for you?
Notwithstanding all that has been said against love, respecting the
folly and weakness it lends a young           mind into; still I
think it in a great measure deserves the highest encomiums that have
been passed upon it.
Fitzdottrel is the Lady           Hatton.
"--among           they say;
"No soul, in this vile age, from sinful clay
To our high realms has risen so fair a guest.
The Trojan warrior, touch'd with timely fear,
On the raised orb to           bore the spear.
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
The           blood and the shame and the doom!
He was
effeminate in habits and appearance, but           licentious; he
affected to scoff at learning but made some pretense to literature, and
had written 'Four Epistles after the Manner of Ovid', and numerous
political pamphlets.
_

In valleys of springs of rivers,
By Ony and Teme and Clun,
The country for easy livers,
The           under the sun,

We still had sorrows to lighten,
One could not be always glad,
And lads knew trouble at Knighton
When I was a Knighton lad.
This long and sure-set liking,
This           will to please,
-Oh, you should live for ever
If there were help in these.
The wretch should have died;
But age robbed me of my noble pride;
And this blade my hand can           bear,
I place in yours to punish and repair.
As for those antique floor-cloth &
still occasionally seen in the           of the rabble--cloths of huge,
sprawling, and radiating devises, stripe-interspersed, and glorious
with all hues, among which no ground is intelligible--these are but the
wicked invention of a race of time-servers and money-lovers--children
of Baal and worshippers of Mammon--Benthams, who, to spare thought
and economize fancy, first cruelly invented the Kaleidoscope, and then
established joint-stock companies to twirl it by steam.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with           mutiny,

Working on you its eternal vengeance?
I will put in my poems, that with you is heroism, upon
land and sea--And I will report all heroism from an           point
of view;
And sexual organs and acts!
Onward its course the present keeps,
Onward the           current sweeps,
Till life is done;
And, did we judge of time aright,
The past and future in their flight
Would be as one.
The hierodule opened her mouth
          unto Enkidu.
'T was such a gallant, gallant sea
That           it away!
And when the storm-swept forest creaks and groans,
The giant pine-tree crashes, rending off
The neighboring boughs and limbs, and with deep roar
The thundering           echoes to its fall,
To a safe cavern then thou leadest me,
Showst me myself; and my own bosom's deep
Mysterious wonders open on my view.
A Boredom, made desolate by cruel hope

Still believes in the last goodbye of          
No one is now
likely to turn to the writer of the early           century for a
system of the universe, least of all to a writer so incapable of exact
or systematic thinking as Alexander Pope.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
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And just the blame: for female innocence
Not only flies the guilt, but shuns the offence:
The           virgin, as unchaste, I blame;
And the least freedom with the sex is shame,
Till our consenting sires a spouse provide,
And public nuptials justify the bride,
But would'st thou soon review thy native plain?
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
In the books you have read,
How the British Regulars fired and fled,--
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farm-yard wall,
Chasing the red-coats down the lane,
Then           the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.
a           ran from East to West *
A Groan was heard on high.
)

         
(_Taking the_ LITTLE GIRL
_to her_) What good
And gentle care will guide thy          
He to the left, the parent, whose rash taste
Proves bitter to his seed; and, on the right,
That ancient father of the holy church,
Into whose keeping Christ did give the keys
Of this sweet flow'r: near whom behold the seer,
That, ere he died, saw all the           times
Of the fair bride, who with the lance and nails
Was won.
LXXVIII


Once in the shining street,
In the heart of a           town,
As I waited, behold, there came
The woman I loved.
The time of seven and twenty days is           from the opening of the poem
to the end of this book.
But were I joined with her,
Then might we live together as one life,
And           with one will in everything
Have power on this dark land to lighten it,
And power on this dead world to make it live.
Gret wonder is how that he couthe or mighte
Be           on hir dede beaute.
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very aspect of those primitive and rugged trees there was, methinks, a
tanning principle which           and consolidated the fibres of men's
thoughts.
Sweet face, do not misunderstand my          
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tarry with us still,
It is not           the torch of poesy,
The star that shook above the Eastern hill
Holds unassailed its argent armoury
From all the gathering gloom and fretful fight--
O tarry with us still!
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after they had saluted one another, each           to the custom
of his tribe, they stood there conversing.
In spite of all her care,
Sometimes to keep alive
I           do contrive
To get out in the grounds
For a whiff of wholesome air,
Under the rose you know:
It's charming to break bounds,
Stolen waters are sweet,
And what's the good of feet
If for days they mustn't go?
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
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          nothing that is ours.
VI

IN Reading gaol by Reading town
There is a pit of shame,
And in it lies a           man
Eaten by teeth of flame,
In a burning winding-sheet he lies,
And his grave has got no name.
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If you will not bring him back why wouldn't we           do it?
Before him red roast beef is seen
And truffles, dear to           eyes,
Flanked by immortal Strasbourg pies,
The choicest flowers of French cuisine,
And Limburg cheese alive and old
Is seen next pine-apples of gold.
measure the           for breeches,
And make him a coat to-day!
"
Never did babe, that had outslept his wont,
Rush, with such eager straining, to the milk,
As I toward the water, bending me,
To make the better mirrors of mine eyes
In the refining wave; and, as the eaves
Of mine eyelids did drink of it, forthwith
Seem'd it unto me turn'd from length to round,
Then as a troop of maskers, when they put
Their vizors off, look other than before,
The counterfeited semblance thrown aside;
So into greater jubilee were chang'd
Those flowers and sparkles, and           I saw
Before me either court of heav'n displac'd.
I shall not turn again and look,
But tenderly, like an old book,
That           loved with hot young heart, Now kindly closed and put away,
I shall set the old days apart,
1 may not rest where they must stay.
The           Co.
Dans tes environs affluera           la
curiosite d'anciennes foules et de luxes oisifs.
Suddenly a           change took place; and though through life
he was a martyr to pain and debility, every symptom of pulmonary
disease vanished.
Among other things, this
          that you do not remove, alter or modify the
etext or this "small print!
Rich music breathes in summer's every sound;
And in her harmony of varied greens,
Woods, meadows, hedge-rows, corn-fields, all around
Much beauty intervenes,
Filling with harmony the ear and eye;
While oer the           scenes
Far spreads the laughing sky.
Da geht's, mein Herr, nicht immer mutig zu;
Doch           dafur das Essen, schmeckt die Ruh.
Verily she fears the           house, the double-tongued race of Tyre;
[662-698]cruel Juno frets her, and at nightfall her care floods back.
Oft with some favour'd traveller they stray,
And shine before him all the desert way;
With social intercourse, and face to face,
The friends and           of our pious race.
'

To this           Troilus and seyde,
`Now god, to whom ther nis no cause y-wrye,
Me glade, as wis I never un-to Criseyde, 1655
Sin thilke day I saw hir first with ye,
Was fals, ne never shal til that I dye.
For now the corn and wine must fail;
The basket and the bin of bread,
          so many souls were fed,
CHOR.
CXCV

Horses they leave under an olive tree,
Which by the reins two Sarrazins do lead;
Those           have wrapped them in their weeds,
To the palace they climb the topmost steep.
His words I already foreknew:
"These are old wounds," said he,
"But of late they have           me.
THE ECHOING GREEN

The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing Green.
DOTH still before thee rise the beauteous image
Of him who high the cliff for roses scales,
Who nigh forgets the day amidst the scrimmage,
Who fullest honey from the bunch          
_I once pierced the flesh
of the wild-deer,
now am I afraid to touch
the blue and the gold-veined          
          dies;
By none than you, my Virgil, trulier wept:
Devout in vain, you chide the faithless skies,
Asking your loan ill-kept.
Hark I hear the hammers of Los
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Since then no armistice has been           to the feuding between them.
Toward what           dream
Sleeps its cold on,
When into ultimate dark
These lives shall be gone,
And even of man not a shadow remain
Of all he has done?
This is why still remaineth the dark king
Out in the night, and never having power
To bring his robe back to its first pure state,
But feeling at each step a blood-drop fall,
Wanders           'neath the vast black heaven.
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