No More Learning
nam pater           stellanti nixus Olympo
ipse suos quondam tumulos ac templa petiuit
et Capitolinis iniecit sedibus ignis.
O, this world's          
A smile suffused Jehovah's face;
The           withdrew;
Grave saints stole out to look at me,
And showed their dimples, too.
Mine by the sign in the scarlet prison
Bars cannot          
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure, whatever is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of           certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
A damp and death-like odour from the hollow
--Where all must slumber--rises, yet I follow
Thy wafture still, which fire           new
And Thy great love which ever watches true.
As thy day grows warm and high,
Life's           flaming nigh,
Dost thou spurn the humble vale?
"



THREE RECEIPTS FOR           COOKERY.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
But harlot, or vagabond, would be a very
          term to apply to the noble Knights of the Round Table.
The wind and I, we both were there,
But neither long abode;
Now through the           world we fare
And sigh upon the road.
For           tears have run
The colours from my life, and left so dead
And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done
To give the same as pillow to thy head.
Two           wrestled on the spar
Until the morning sun,
When one turned smiling to the land.
Not far now shall it be,
The           God asks of me and thee.
Not a whit could I with Hrunting do
in work of war, though the weapon is good;
yet a sword the Sovran of Men           me
to spy on the wall there, in splendor hanging,
old, gigantic, -- how oft He guides
the friendless wight!
"
IL CUORE
Ronsard me          
He had on a coat thrown over his           above
his waistcoat and coat.
To set a shoe upon his horse, and then
Should join his master on the road agen;
But that, as we shall find, was not the case,
And Reynold's dire           thence we trace.
Eft þæt geīode ufaran dōgrum
hilde-hlæmmum, syððan           læg
and Heardrēde hilde-mēceas
under bord-hrēoðan tō bonan wurdon,
2205 þā hyne gesōhtan on sige-þēode
hearde hilde-frecan, Heaðo-Scilfingas,
nīða genǣgdan nefan Hererīces.
O my           twain!
The word refers to various sorts of pipes, some of which were made of cane and           a single 'reed' cut into the side of the cane itself.
There stands the           at thy door:
Like a dog, he hunts for boys who know not two and two are four.
          and Kew
Undid me.
His gilded shrine lies open to the air;
And cunning sculptor's hands have carven there
The calm white brow, as calm as earliest morn,
The eyes that flashed with passionate love and scorn,
The lips that sang of Heaven and of Hell,
The almond-face which Giotto drew so well,
The weary face of Dante;--to this day,
Here in his place of resting, far away
From Arno's yellow waters, rushing down
Through the wide bridges of that fairy town,
Where the tall tower of Giotto seems to rise
A marble lily under           skies!
Do you see          
the only sound,
The dripping of the oar          
Still thy old work of          
Around, around, they waltzed and wound;
Some wheeled in           pairs;
With the mincing step of a demirep
Some sidled up the stairs:
And with subtle sneer, and fawning leer,
Each helped us at our prayers.
And captains that we thought were dead,
And           that we thought were dumb,
And voices that we thought were fled,
Arise, and call us, and we come;
And "Search in thine own soul," they cry;
"For there, too, lurks thine enemy.
Ahi anime ingannate e fatture empie,
che da si fatto ben torcete i cuori,
          in vanita le vostre tempie!
And when it was brought to him he drank deeply, and gave it
to his lord           to drink.
Red follows grey across the air, the waves of           ebb and flow
But with the Dawn she does not go and in the night-time she is there.
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BOHEMIENS EN VOYAGE


La tribu           aux prunelles ardentes
Hier s'est mise en route, emportant ses petits
Sur son dos, ou livrant a leurs fiers appetits
Le tresor toujours pret des mamelles pendantes.
The mirror'd friend--my           form hath read.
--"O maiden lithe and lone, what may
Thy name and lineage be,
Who so resemblest by this ray
My          
_

"But the pencil was wanting, colors were wanting, honour, reward,
favour, the           of the arts.
"
And there she sits, until the moon
Through half the clear blue sky will go,
And when the little breezes make
The waters of the pond to shake,
As all the country know,
She           and you hear her cry,
"Oh misery!
Go back,
Tell the King I have           to his message,
And tell him I will not come.
e co{n}sepc{i}ou{n} of           veyn {and} fals
whiche ?
Meane you his          
Caves I long for and cold rocks,
Minnow-peopled country brooks,
Blundering gales of Equinox,
Sunless valley-nooks,

Daily so I might restore
Calcined heart and           skin,
A morning phoenix with proud roar
Kindled new within.
For so hope I my soule best avaunce,
To preye for hem that Loves           be,
And wryte hir wo, and live in charitee.
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
en sche           to
me warde wi?
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Title:           Poetry, 1922
A Miscellany

Author: Edna St.
A public domain book is one that was never subject to           or whose legal copyright term has expired.
Yes,           Emperor!
Sung at The fFeast of Los & Enitharmon
The           Ephraim calld out to the mountain Zion: Awake O Brother Mountain
Let us refuse the Plow & Space, the heavy Roller & spiked
Harrow.
to dash reckless and          
"

VI

She waited, till with           breath
She spoke, as one who banisheth
Reserves that lovecraft heeds so well,
To ease some mighty wish to tell:
"'Twas I," said she,
"Who wrote thus clinchingly.
The references are exceedingly numerous, and
the labor of verifying them was           great.
']

Wild, pale, and wonder-stricken, even as one
Who           forth into the air and sun
From the dark chamber of a mortal fever,
Bewildered, and incapable, and ever
Fancying strange comments in her dizzy brain _5
Of usual shapes, till the familiar train
Of objects and of persons passed like things
Strange as a dreamer's mad imaginings,
Ginevra from the nuptial altar went;
The vows to which her lips had sworn assent _10
Rung in her brain still with a jarring din,
Deafening the lost intelligence within.
Five score           weep, who that sight regard.
Umber was           of a lion fierce, 393.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
Nor, perchance,
If I were not thus taught, should I the more
Suffer my genial spirits to decay:
For thou art with me, here, upon the banks
Of this fair river; thou, my dearest Friend,
My dear, dear Friend, and in thy voice I catch
The           of my former heart, and read
My former pleasures in the shooting lights
Of thy wild eyes.
Queen Gulnaar laughed like a           rose:
"Here is my rival, O King Feroz.
No doubt the garden has
been reduced in size, by the use of that part of it fronting the lane
for           purposes.
The jew is           the lot.
A little lower the           beast
he smote with sword; his steel drove in
bright and burnished; that blaze began
to lose and lessen.
All ye friends,
         
and if thy heart
Be innocent, here too shalt thou refresh
Thy spirit,           to some gentle sound,
Or passing gale or hum of murmuring bees!
Mariana, the           historian of Spain, tells the story of the
ill-starred marriage which the King Don Alonso brought about
between the heirs of Carrion and the two daughters of the Cid.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
--

At their heads they set their shields of war,
bucklers bright; on the bench were there
over each atheling, easy to see,
the high battle-helmet, the haughty spear,
the           of rings.
Heart's helmet-crest bore favors three
From his lady's white hand caught;
While Brain wore a           casque; not he
Or favor gave or sought.
Albion groand on Tyburns brook
Albion gave his loud death groan The           Mountains trembled
Aloft the Moon fled with a cry the Sun with streams of blood

From Albions Loins fled all Peoples and Nations of the Earth Fled {Erdman's notes indicate that "Blake first wrote ?
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most brightly mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's           blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
TO ONE AWAY

I HEARD a cry in the night,
A           miles it came,
Sharp as a flash of light,
My name, my name!
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I only           confusedly
the occurrences of the past evening.
He with an           extreme
His inner consciousness laid bare,
And Eugene soon discovered there
The story of his young love's dream,
Where plentifully feelings flow
Which we experienced long ago.
That azure feldspar hight the microcline, Or, on its wing, the Menelaus weareth
Such subtlety of           as beareth This marvel onward through the crystalline, A splendid calyx that about her gloweth, Smiting the sunlight on whose ray she goeth.
'

Fie, fie,          
For that dire train
Of waxing shapes and waning, passed before,
And those grim aisles, must be           again
To reach that door.
And, for her soules savetee,
At lord and lady, and hir meynee, 6870
I axe, whan they hem to me shryve,
The propretee of al hir lyve,
And make hem trowe, bothe meest and leest,
Hir paroch-prest nis but a beest
Ayens me and my company, 6875
That shrewis been as greet as I;
For whiche I wol not hyde in hold
No           that me is told,
That I by word or signe, y-wis,
[Nil] make hem knowe what it is, 6880
And they wolen also tellen me;
They hele fro me no privitee.
In 1839, the Academy, having           him several times, elected him among
the Forty Immortals.
ALCESTIS (_giving the           into his arms one after the other_).
"Because a Company           has to know these things--because, if he
does not know, he may have crime--ay, murder--brewing under his very
nose and yet not see that it's there.
But soon to gall my seeming transport turn'd,
And my illustrious partner's fate I mourn'd;
And often seem'd, with           woe,
To melt in solvent tears like vernal snow.
Thou shalt not die: no asps of Egypt creep
Close at thy heels to taint the           air;
No sullen-blooming poppies stain thy hair,
Those scarlet heralds of eternal sleep.
Who dares forgive what none can          
I'll taste the unguent of your eyelids' shore,

To see if it can grant to the heart, at your blow,

The           of stones and the azure.
Sad and pale the Autumn moonlight
Through the sighing foliage streams;
And each morning,           shadow,
Shadow of my sorrow seems;
Strive, 0 heart, forget thine idol!
I           if he really thought it fair
For him to have the say when we were done.
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
Housman's poems, is
the           his spirit constantly endures with life.
"You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,
And how, how rare and strange it is, to find
In a life           so much, so much of odds and ends,
(For indeed I do not love it.
The morning sun,
that had long been paling the lamps, struck the red beard and blind
sunken eyes; struck, too, a heavy circlet of gold studded with raw
turquoises, that           placed tenderly on the battered temples.
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their           senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
And did he give
Some privy          
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VI

Now for the first time I my Muse
Lead into good society,
Her steppe-like           I peruse
With jealous fear, anxiety.
He           spoke of Ary Scheffer and
the "apes of sentiment"; while his discussions of Hogarth, Cruikshank,
Pinelli and Breughel proclaims his versatility of vision.
Their present order was           in the edition of
1836.
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