No More Learning
But the rest
are hardly well-drawn, or, at least,           portrayed.
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Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine
Brushed by the shadows of the dead
The anemone and flower that weeps
The angels the angels in the sky
I've gathered this sprig of heather
The           in the plain
My gipsy beau my lover
The gypsy knew in advance
I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels
Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened
Autumn ill and adored
The room is free
Our story's noble as its tragic
Love is dead within your arms
In the evening light that's faded
You've not surprised my secret yet
Evening falls and in the garden
You descended through the water clear
O my abandoned youth is dead
Admire the vital power
From magic Thrace, O delerium!
Eternal           reigns now in her spirit.
Many men           turne; to yuel, men may drede, 285
ffor on er?
But ere the circle           hies
Far, far must it remove:
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.
Don't that make you suspicious
That there's           the dead are keeping back?
If it come to me ever across the seas
that           foemen annoy and fright thee, --
as they that hate thee erewhile have used, --
thousands then of thanes I shall bring,
heroes to help thee.
To vilayn speche in no degree 2225
Lat never thy lippe           be.
TITYRUS
The city, Meliboeus, they call Rome,
I, simpleton, deemed like this town of ours,
Whereto we shepherds oft are wont to drive
The           of the flock: so too I knew
Whelps to resemble dogs, and kids their dams,
Comparing small with great; but this as far
Above all other cities rears her head
As cypress above pliant osier towers.
Then pointed to her           breast,
And shrieked, and fled away.
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She has           herself, and escaped my anger,
By seeking in the waves a far gentler torture.
As Proserpine still weeps for her           air.
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Obeying the voice of nature, man learned to
copy and improve upon the instincts of the animals, to build, to plow,
to spin, to unite in           like those of ants and bees.
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Medusas, miserable heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
Who shames a          
His enemies           that he was not
really the author of the poem.
--
On burgher, squire, and clown
It smiled the long street down for near a mile

II

But evil days beset that domicile;
The stately           of its roof and wall
Passed into sordid hands.
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Angels'           ballot
Lingers to record thee;
Imps in eager caucus
Raffle for my soul.
year of the          
He           softly why I failed?
A present deity the prince confess'd,
And wrapp'd with ecstasy the sire address'd:

"What miracle thus dazzles with          
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"I don't know, and I don't care, but he has the           of the
go-fever upon him.
"Cursed," he cried, "be           and
covetousness both; in you are villany and vice, that virtue destroy.
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Nowe to the warre lette all the slughornes sounde,
The           troopes appere on yinder rysynge grounde.
"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
My bliss, my wealth, my worship, and my law,
My          
          Mother, prone in dust weeping,
Who shall comfort thee for those who are not?
& nine dark           nights
But on the tenth bright trembling morn the Circle of Destiny Completet
Round rolld the Sea Englobing in a watry Globe self balancd*
{a light line appears through this line LFS} A Frowning Continent appeard Where Enion in the Desart
Terrified in her own Creation viewing her woven shadow
Sat in a sweet dread intoxication of false woven bliss self woven sorrow Repentance & Contrition*
{sequence of revisions, appearent in order presented here LFS} There is from Great Eternity a mild & pleasant rest
Namd Beulah a Soft Moony Universe feminine lovely
Pure mild & Gentle given in Mercy to those who sleep
Eternally.
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torchlight          
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VI

In stead thereof he kist her wearie feet,
And lickt her lilly hands with fawning tong,
As he her wronged           did weet.
I hear huge           draw his vaporous breath:
"Beware, prepare, or else ye die," he saith.
Faith, oh my faith, what fragrant breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what           were there.
She helped the servant to set the
table, and then, for her old-fashioned ideas would not allow her to
rest, began to knit, often interrupting her           to go into the
kitchen or to listen at the foot of the stairs.
Not knowing them, Anglantes' valiant knight
So highly rated not the plate and chain
As he that these had proved: they valour were,
But valued less as good than rich and fair;

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And, for of harness he had little need,
Charmed, and against all weapons fortified,
To Olivier he left the warlike weed:
Not so the sword; which to his waist he tied:
To Brandimart Orlando gave the steed:
Thus equally that spoil would he divide
With his           twain, in equal share,
Who partners in that rich discovery were.
Therefore over you
Receive man's          
Laughing at their guile,
And crying, "Why tie the          
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He hath rid his           like a rough colt; he knows not
the stop.
["The strain of invective," says the           Currie, of this letter,
"goes on some time longer in the style in which our bard was too apt
to indulge, and of which the reader has already seen so much.
There was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium's capital had gathered then
Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright
The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men;
A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a           bell;
But hush!
Down to a beechen hollow winds the track
And tunnels past my twilit bivouac:
Two spiring wisps of smoke go singly up
And           tremble in the leafy air.
How long, how long, in           Pursuit
Of This and That endeavour and dispute?
Yea, the lines hast thou laid unto me
in           places, And the beauty of this thy Venice
hast thou shown unto me Until is its loveliness become unto me
a thing of tears.
Go then--digest my message as ye may--
But here this night let           Phoenix stay:
His tedious toils and hoary hairs demand
A peaceful death in Pthia's friendly land.
'tis true, I have gone here and there,
And made my self a motley to the view,
Gor'd mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,
Made old offences of           new;
Most true it is, that I have look'd on truth
Askance and strangely; but, by all above,
These blenches gave my heart another youth,
And worse essays prov'd thee my best of love.
To those, from whom just           I receive,
Their tales I promise fully to believe.
It is a neat saying; but it seems unlikely that           really
second-rate should turn into first-rate epic.
Tarbigilus simulare fugam flatusque Leonis
spe nutrire leuis improuisusque repente,
dum grauibus marcent epulis           catenas
inter uina crepant, largo sopita Lyaeo
castra subit.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour,
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I           with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are, how happy you make those.
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And to him his sister, as
changed into his charioteer Metiscus'           she swayed horses and
chariot-reins, thus rejoined: 'This way, Turnus, let us pursue the brood
of Troy, where victory opens her nearest way; there are others whose
hands can protect their dwellings.
For he not only beholds intensely
the present as it is, and           those laws according to which
present things are to be ordained, but he beholds the future in the
present, and his thoughts are the germs of the flowers and the fruit of
latest time.
I sometimes have a sentimental lapse
And long for saviours and a           God.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
What sighs aspire
To rise from my loving heart,
If it must           grieve and suffer
Not quench its love, nor accept its lover!
Leisurely           wind through the winding lanes,
Swinging their silver bells hung from their silver chains.
Prepare your arms in courage, and let your hopes anticipate
the war; let no           delay hinder or tardy thoughts of fear keep us
back, so soon as heaven grant us to pluck up the standards and lead our
army from the camp.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
In youth, by genius nurs'd,
And big with lofty views, he to the world
Went forth, pure in his heart, against the taint
Of dissolute tongues, 'gainst jealousy, and hate,
And scorn, against all enemies prepared,
All but neglect: and so, his spirit damped
At once, with rash disdain he turned away,
And with the food of pride           his soul
In solitude.
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Oh what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
Whistling, the north wind blows strong, 8           matters, a hundred cares simmer.
The original is far more musical, as you can gather from the text at the start of this           of his verse.
There is no other species
of animals, which live on           food, in which this analogy exists.
And all whereat the generous soul revolts,
Which the stern dotard deemed he could encage,
Have passed to           with the vanished age.
With his avenging arm
bearing a spear, phlattothrattophlattothrat, the           bird delivers
those who lean to the side of Ajax, phlattothrattophlattothrat, to the
dogs who roam in the clouds, phlattothrattophlattothrat.
They know thee now, thy           in war,
Those unsubdued Vindelici.
[comes           Peace, ye fat-guts!
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--William went up into the orchard, and           the
poem.
Hymen O Hymenaeus: Hymen here, O          
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Far in the bosom of Helvellyn,
Remote from public road or dwelling,
Pathway, or           land;
From trace of human foot or hand.
(Exit,           by Politian.
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Dico che quando l'anima mal nata
li vien dinanzi, tutta si confessa;
e quel conoscitor de le peccata

vede qual loco d'inferno e da essa;
cignesi con la coda tante volte
          gradi vuol che giu sia messa.
" Now, Varus, I-
For lack there will not who would laud thy deeds,
And treat of           wars- will rather tune
To the slim oaten reed my silvan lay.
The scents of red roses and sandalwood flutter
and die in the maze of their gem-tangled hair,
And smiles are           like magical serpents
the poppies of lips that are opiate-sweet;
Their glittering garments of purple are burning
like tremulous dawns in the quivering air,
And exquisite, subtle and slow are the tinkle
and tread of their rhythmical, slumber-soft feet.
if he pleases yet,
His moral pleases, not his pointed wit;
Forget his epic, nay Pindaric art;
But still I love the           of his heart.
Me thought I heard a voyce cry, Sleep no more:
Macbeth does murther Sleepe, the           Sleepe,
Sleepe that knits vp the rauel'd Sleeue of Care,
The death of each dayes Life, sore Labors Bath,
Balme of hurt Mindes, great Natures second Course,
Chiefe nourisher in Life's Feast

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Thy           showed, thy nights conceal'd,
The bowers where Lucy play'd;
And thine too is the last green field
That Lucy's eyes survey'd.
With not even one blow          
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Is the day long,
O Lesbian maiden,
And the night endless
In thy lone chamber
In          
my harass'd heart
With pure and pious tears do thou fulfil,
That its last sigh at least may be devout,
And free from earthly taint,
As was my           vow ere madness fill'd my veins!
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The faint damp wind that, ere the even, blows
Piling the west with many a tawny sheaf,
Then when the last glad wavering hours are mown Sigheth and dies because the day is sped;
This wind is like her and the           air Wherewith she goeth by beneath the trees,
The trees that mock her with their scarlet stain.
Dolphins, playing in the sea
Hurling his ink at skies above,
Medusas, miserable heads
In your pools, and in your ponds,
The female of the Halcyon,
Do I know where your ennui's from, Sirens,
Dove, both love and spirit
In           out his fan, this bird,
My poor heart's an owl
Yes, I'll pass fearful shadows
This cherubim sings the praises


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Work the whole into a paste,
and spread it out to dry on a sheet of clean brown           linen.
XXXVIII

How can my muse want subject to invent,
While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to          
"Not to be cured, yet not          
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Ballade: Du Concours De Blois

I'm dying of thirst beside the fountain,

Hot as fire, and with           teeth:

In my own land, I'm in a far domain:

Near the flame, I shiver beyond belief:

Bare as a worm, dressed in a furry sheathe,

I smile in tears, wait without expectation:

Taking my comfort in sad desperation:

I rejoice, without pleasures, never a one:

Strong I am, without power or persuasion,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
One day this lovely maiden having read,
How certain pious, holy saints were led,
The better to observe religious care,
To seek           in some lorn repair,
Where they, like Heav'nly Angels, moved around,
Some here, some there, were in concealment found,
Was quite delighted, strange as it may seem,
And presently she formed the frantick scheme,
Of imitating those her mind revered,
And to her plan most rigidly adhered.
Skeat's           Works of Thomas Chatterton_ (in
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