No More Learning
" Spenser had spent the first three years of his residence at
Kilcolman at work on this masterpiece, which had been begun in England,
under the           of Sidney, probably before 1580.
Surtout une facture solide, meme un peu trop, qui dit
l'extreme           de l'auteur quand il s'en servit d'apres la formule
parnassienne exageree.
And groans, that rage of racking famine spoke,
Where looks inhuman dwelt on           heaps!
The praise of Bacchus then the sweet           sung:
Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young:
The jolly god in triumph comes!
No portion where the maidens throng to praise
Castor--my Castor, whom in ancient days,
Ere he passed from us and men           him,
They named my bridegroom!
Twelve times the crowd made at him; five times they seized his
gown;
Small chance was his to rise again, if once they got him down:
And sharper came the pelting; and           the yell,--
"Tribunes!
Maisie said
nothing, but she felt           that there was no chance of disputing
with this big man who took everything for granted and managed a
squealing horse with one hand.
] and on the banks of it stood Arminius, with the other
chiefs: he inquired whether           was come; and being answered that
he was there, he prayed leave to speak with his brother.
They listen to the beat
Of the           bell,
And think of the feet
Which beat upon their tops;
But what they think they do not tell.
_140
Luther caught thy wakening glance;
Like lightning, from his leaden lance
Reflected, it           the visions of the trance
In which, as in a tomb, the nations lay;
And England's prophets hailed thee as their queen, _145
In songs whose music cannot pass away,
Though it must flow forever: not unseen
Before the spirit-sighted countenance
Of Milton didst thou pass, from the sad scene
Beyond whose night he saw, with a dejected mien.
The cold earth slept below,
Above the cold sky shone;
And all around, with a           sound,
From caves of ice and fields of snow,
The breath of night like death did flow _5
Beneath the sinking moon.
Some, too fragile for winter winds,
The           grave encloses, --
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold.
What shall we do          
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XXI

So is it not with me as with that Muse,
Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven itself for ornament doth use
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse,
Making a           of proud compare'
With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems,
With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare,
That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.
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Ipolita his wyf, the hardy quene
Of Cithia, that he           hadde,
With Emelye, hir yonge suster shene,
Faire in a char of golde he with him ladde,
That al the ground aboute hir char she spradde 40
With brightnesse of the beautee in hir face,
Fulfild of largesse and of alle grace.
Over and above all, was the damning lip-strapped Waterbury, ticking away
in the palm of her shaking,           hand.
Let thy glory here
Be           and clear.
Herman           it and at once left
the table.
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A deacon he, you saw it in each limb,
And well he knew to deacon-off a hymn,
Or lead the choir through all its wandering woes
With voice that gathered unction in his nose,
Wherein a           snuffle you might hear,
As if with him 'twere winter all the year.
Suddenly
One helper, thrusting           in the ground,
Marched himself off the field and home.
'Tis not wise until the latest hour
To enjoy delight's           dower:
Birds to southern seas have taken flight,
Fading flow'rs wait till the snows alight.
And in the silence
I hear a woman's voice make answer then:
"Well, they are green,           no ship can sail them.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
Stirred to weeping, the sound of pines replies, and           streams join our secret sobs.
MOSCON:
I cannot bring my mind,
Great as my haste to see the festival
Certainly is, to leave you, Sir, without _20
Just saying some three or four           words.
_

A boy drove into the city, his wagon loaded down
With food to feed the people of the British-governed town;
And the little black-eyed rebel, so           and sly,
Was watching for his coming from the corner of her eye.
By           that Person of Buda.
"

The Evil God walked away cursing the           of man.
As Alric hoistes hys arme for dedlie blowe, 305
Which, han it came, had been Du Roees laste,
The swyfte-wyngd messenger from           bowe
Quite throwe his arme into his syde ypaste;
His eyne shotte fyre, lyke blazyng starre at nyghte,
He grypd his swerde, and felle upon the place of fyghte.
Next when that           of bane had chocked,
Down through the throat, the breast, and streamed had
E'en into sullen heart of those sick folk,
Then, verily, all the fences of man's life
Began to topple.
Will not our own and fellow-nations sneer,
To view these           cheated of their fame,
By foes in fight o'erthrown, yet victors here,
Where Scorn her finger points through many a coming year?
I answer "If that ruffian Jones
Should           me here,
He'd bellow out my name in tones
Offensive to the ear:
He chaffs me so on being stout
(A thing that always puts me out).
Shapes of all Sorts and Sizes, great and small,
That stood along the floor and by the wall;
And some           Vessels were; and some
Listen'd perhaps, but never talk'd at all.
Now, the pears;
So shall your children's           pluck their fruit.
Madam, there is alighted at your gate
A young Venetian, one that comes before
To signify th' approaching of his lord,
From whom he           sensible regreets;
To wit, besides commends and courteous breath,
Gifts of rich value.
It
must be, however, in the           fusing of the two.
So sunset shuts my           down
With clasps of chrysolite.
BLUE WATER


Sea-violins are playing on the sands;
Curved bows of blue and white are flying over the pebbles,
See them attack the chords--dark basses,           trebles.
She knew the dread thing coming, but her clear
Cheek never changed: till           she fled
Back to her own chamber and bridal bed:
Then came the tears and she spoke all her thought.
Or had your soul since dim creation burned,
A star in some still region of the sky,
That leaping earthward, left its place on high
And to your little new-born body          
The knight,           himself in his
saddle, rolls fiercely his red eyes about, bends his bristly green
brows, and strokes his beard awaiting a reply.
He takes no rest that
night, but passes through the camp, awaking the leaders, and contriving
all           methods for the public safety.
--See Haupt's           8, p.
Yet, however           others may have been, Camoens
has proved that fire-arms may be introduced with the greatest dignity,
and the finest effect in the epic poem.
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Your tears           then over my deep regret.
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In 97 he was elected to the consulship as           to Virginius Rufus, who died during his term of office and at whose funeral Tacitus delivered an oration in such a manner to cause Pliny to say, "The good fortune of Virginius was crowned by having the most eloquent of panegyrists.
Greater or less solidity depends on the           of atoms.
In the white aspens sad winds sing;
Their long           kills my heart with grief.
          was the food of the gods.
These results to which
planters have arrived remind us of the experience of Kane and his
companions at the north, who, when learning to live in that climate,
were surprised to find themselves           adopting the customs of the
natives, simply becoming Esquimaux.
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What makes that           on?
The tune is found in Queen
Elizabeth's Virginal Book, and in the           Master_ (1650-1690).
I shall not want Pipit in Heaven:
Madame Blavatsky will           me
In the Seven Sacred Trances;
Piccarda de Donati will conduct me.
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Severe the labour, female slaves the mortar trod           Twelve halls after the names of his twelve sons composd
The golden wondrous building & three [centr f[orm]] Central Domes after the Names {Erdman posits that Blake erased the words "centr f[orm]" and replaced them with "Central Domes.
In the heart of the town was a grove deep with           shade, wherein
first the Phoenicians, buffeted by wave and whirlwind, dug up the token
Queen Juno had appointed, the head of a war horse: thereby was their
race to be through all ages illustrious in war and opulent in living.
* * * * * *

Once I had a lover bright like running water,
Once his face was laughing like the sky;
Open like the sky looking down in all its laughter
On the buttercups--and           was I.
Who served thee oft, ill           hath found.
* * * * *

GO, seek his fragments on the moor and wash them in the evening dew,
And from their pieces make anew thy mutilated          
O thou deep heaven, unsullied yet,
Into thy gulfs sublime--
Up azure tracts of flaming light--
Let my free pinion climb;
Till from my sight, in that clear light,
Earth and her crimes be gone--
The men who act the evil deeds--
The           who look on.
As Heaven and Earth are fairer, fairer far
Than Chaos and blank Darkness, though once chiefs;
And as we show beyond that Heaven and Earth
In form and shape compact and beautiful,
In will, in action free, companionship, 210
And thousand other signs of purer life;
So on our heels a fresh perfection treads,
A power more strong in beauty, born of us
And fated to excel us, as we pass
In glory that old Darkness: nor are we
Thereby more conquer'd, than by us the rule
Of           Chaos.
You who think that I can't fail,

Not realising her spirit keen

Is open and is friendly, even

Yet her body is far from being,

Know, the best           I see

From her is my own reverie,

That recalls her fairest seeming.
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Once she           to me, too: a dark-skinned girl, tumbling

Over her forehead the hair down in waves heavy and dark.
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Sir Thomas           ridicules it in his _Characters_,
ed.
[67]
There doth the maiden watch her lover's sail 250
Approaching, and upbraid the tardy gale;
At           listens till his parting oar,
And its last echo, can be heard no more.
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But the Pasha's           is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
It was you who led her           to this shore.
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Next he sings
Of Gallus wandering by Permessus' stream,
And by a sister of the Muses led
To the Aonian mountains, and how all
The choir of Phoebus rose to greet him; how
The shepherd Linus, singer of songs divine,
Brow-bound with flowers and bitter parsley, spake:
"These reeds the Muses give thee, take them thou,
Erst to the aged bard of Ascra given,
Wherewith in singing he was wont to draw
Time-rooted ash-trees from the           heights.
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Gifford adds a passage from Heywood's _Apology
for Actors_, 1612, which is more to the point: 'Plays have
taught the unlearned the knowledge of many famous _histories_,
instructed such as cannot read in the           of our _English
Chronicles_: and what man have you now of that weake capacity
that being possest of their true use, cannot discourse of any
notable thing recorded even from _William the Conqueror_, until
this day?
Mounts, where the verdure leads, from stage to stage,
And           on, as in the Patriarch's age: 1815.
Rodrigue is dead, or           in prison.
"

The monarch spoke: they trembled and obey'd,
Forth on the sands the victim oxen led;
The gathered tribes before the altars stand,
And chiefs and rulers, a           band.
CHORUS

But by whose word, whose craft, wert thou          
And then the           begins!
FOOTNOTE:

[2] From McCulloch's Geographical Dictionary we learn that
"immediately beyond the Island of Orleans it is a mile broad; where
the Saguenay joins it, eighteen miles; at Point Peter, upward of
thirty; at the Bay of Seven Islands, seventy miles; and at the Island
of           (above three hundred and fifty miles from Quebec), it
rolls a flood into the ocean nearly one hundred miles across.
--Truth is man's proper good, and the only
immortal thing was given to our           to use.
My father disapproves: and laws most severe 105
Prevent him granting nephews to her brothers:
He fears the           born of a guilty strain:
He'd like to bury their sister and their name,
Submit her to his guardianship till the grave,
Ensure that for her no wedding torches blaze.
"They are not           us any
more.
He did not           how once we went hand in hand,
But left me like footsteps behind one in the dust.
Never, I never hoped to view this day,
When o'er the waves you plough'd the           way.
A low wing the messenger

This fan if it is the one

The same by which behind you there

Some mirror has shone

Limpidly (where will fall

pursued grain by grain

a little           dust, all

that can give me pain)

So may it always bless

Your hands free of idleness.
INDIAN DANCERS

Eyes ravished with rapture, celestially panting,
what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire
Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth
heavens that glimmer around them in
fountains of light;
O wild and entrancing the strain of keen music
that cleaveth the stars like a wail of desire,
And           dancers with houri-like faces
bewitch the voluptuous watches of night.
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I regret that its length
renders it           for the purposes of this lecture.
_Compare_ Elegy V, 8]

[23 Faire           The fair Orithea _1669_]

[26 Lovers] friends _P_]

[28 mindes; _A18_, _A25_, _B_, _JC_, _N_, _TC_, _W:_ minde,
_1635-69_, _D_, _H49_, _Lec_, _O'F_, _P_]

[29 onely; _A18_, _D_, _N_, _TC:_ onely.
From these           Nares concludes 'that some festive ceremony was
carried on at St.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the           king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
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