No More Learning
"Is it beautiful," he cried, "my          
The laws of God, as well as of the land,
Abhor, a           should stand:
Estates have wings and hang in fortune's power
Loose on the point of every wavering hour,
Ready, by force, or of your own accord,
By sale, at least by death, to change their lord.
'Faith here's an English
Taylor come hither, for           out of a French Hose:
Come in Taylor, here you may rost your Goose.
Mine by the right of the white          
E un di lor, che mi sembiava lasso,
sedeva e           le ginocchia,
tenendo 'l viso giu tra esse basso.
'



MONADNOC

Thousand minstrels woke within me,
'Our music's in the hills;'--
Gayest           rose to win me,
Leopard-colored rills.
As Zourine's           was to leave the town that same day, and it was
no longer possible to hesitate, I parted with Marya after entrusting her
to Saveliitch, and giving him a letter for my parents.
A LITTLE BOY LOST


'Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
_

Do not blame me for it, Madam;--my own conscience,           and
weather-beaten as it is in watching and reproving my vagaries,
follies, indolence, &c.
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          excitis iter inremeabile signis
adripit infaustoque iubet bubone moueri
agmina Mygdonias mox impletura uolucris.
DIDIER (_taking his sword_): Now,          
This opportunity is perhaps the only one
that ever will occur of           it from oblivion.
To weigh our anchors from our native shore-- }
To dare new oceans never dar'd before-- }
Perhaps to see my native coast no more-- }
Forgive, O king, if as a man I feel,
I bear no bosom of           steel.
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This spot is my paternal home,
It is my pleasant heritage;
My father many a happy year,
Spread here [7] his careless blossoms, here
          a good old age.
But
popular tradition here seems the best guide, which assigned the site
of Camalot to the ruins of a castle on a hill, near the church of
South Cadbury, in           (Sir F.
Their hands to heaven the joyful victors raise,
And every voice resounds the song of praise;
"Nor was it           chance, nor human might;
"'Twas guardian Heaven," they sung, "that ruled the fight.
Oh, some          
" Dismissing
the further           of the authorship of "There was an old man of Tobago,"
we propose to give a few specimens of Mr.
"--The warmth with which he           himself in
my affairs is of the same enthusiastic kind which you, Mr.
Other           of the
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The prow now almost lay within its length
Of the crag's steep inexorable face,
With nought but           waters for its base; 50
Within a hundred boats' length was the foe,
And now what refuge but their frail canoe?
But he knew, every night of the week, that
he was taking steps to           that reputation with L.
I see their soft plumage
And catch their windy song,
Like the rise of a high tide
Sweeping full and strong;
I mark the outskirts
Of their           throng.
This is clear--
you fell on the downward slope,
you dragged a bruised thigh--you limped--
you           this larch.
sēo þe           beorgan cūðe, _which could protect his
body_, 1446; pret.
"

Thus they in heaven: while, o'er the Grecian train,
The rolling sun           to the main
Beheld the finish'd work.
Four hundred trumpets sounded
A peal of warlike glee,
As that great host, with           tread,
And spears advanced, and ensigns spread,
Rolled slowly towards the bridge's head,
Where stood the dauntless Three.
          (erscheint draussen):
Auf!
Again the shout           shakes the bay;
Form'd as a crescent, wedg'd in firm array,
Their fleet's wide horns the Lusian ships enclasp,
Prepar'd to crush them in their iron grasp.
We thought our Union grand, and our           grand;
I do not say they are not grand and good, for they are;
I am this day just as much in love with them as you;
Then I am in love with you, and with all my fellows upon the earth.
Their breath
Swept the foeman like a blade,
Though ten           men were paid
To the hungry purse of Death,
Though the field was wet with blood,
Still the bold defences stood,
Stood!
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Bugles are blown facing the Cave of the Moon,5 32 in the gray           the banners are mournful.
"

"I will go where I am wanted, where there's room for one or two,
And the men are none too many for the work there is to do;
Where the           line wears thinner and the dropping dead lie thick;
And the enemies of England they shall see me and be sick.
50 net
"Sleep on, I lie at heaven's high oriels Over the stars that mumur as they go           your lattice window (ar b low;
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof I know.
THE LITTLE GIRL LOST

In futurity
I prophetic see
That the earth from sleep
(Grave the           deep)

Shall arise, and seek
for her Maker meek;
And the desert wild
Become a garden mild.
Southward through Eden went a River large,
Nor chang'd his course, but through the shaggie hill
Pass'd underneath ingulft, for God had thrown
That Mountain as his Garden mould high rais'd
Upon the rapid current, which through veins
Of porous Earth with kindly thirst up drawn,
Rose a fresh Fountain, and with many a rill
Waterd the Garden; thence united fell 230
Down the steep glade, and met the neather Flood,
Which from his darksom passage now appeers,
And now divided into four main Streams,
Runs divers, wandring many a famous Realme
And Country whereof here needs no account,
But rather to tell how, if Art could tell,
How from that Saphire Fount the crisped Brooks,
Rowling on Orient Pearl and sands of Gold,
With mazie error under pendant shades
Ran Nectar, visiting each plant, and fed 240
Flours worthy of Paradise which not nice Art
In Beds and curious Knots, but Nature boon
Powrd forth profuse on Hill and Dale and Plaine,
Both where the morning Sun first warmly smote
The open field, and where the unpierc't shade
Imbround the noontide Bowrs: Thus was this place,
A happy rural seat of various view;
Groves whose rich Trees wept odorous Gumms and Balme,
Others whose fruit           with Golden Rinde
Hung amiable, Hesperian Fables true, 250
If true, here onely, and of delicious taste:
Betwixt them Lawns, or level Downs, and Flocks
Grasing the tender herb, were interpos'd,
Or palmie hilloc, or the flourie lap
Of som irriguous Valley spread her store,
Flours of all hue, and without Thorn the Rose:
Another side, umbrageous Grots and Caves
Of coole recess, o're which the mantling Vine
Layes forth her purple Grape, and gently creeps
Luxuriant; mean while murmuring waters fall 260
Down the slope hills, disperst, or in a Lake,
That to the fringed Bank with Myrtle crownd,
Her chrystall mirror holds, unite thir streams.
),           at Halifax, see _Notes and Queries_, 1886, iv.
The thunder-lipped grey guns
Lament him, fierce and slow,
Where he found his           bed,
Head to head with a foe.
[Sidenote A: With much mirth and           they made merry,]
[Sidenote B: until the time came for them to part.
Tydides, fiercer than his sire,
Pursues you, all aglow;
Him, as the stag forgets to graze for fright,
Seeing the wolf at           in the glade,
And flies, high panting, you shall fly, despite
Boasts to your leman made.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
For you a           of chants.
Robed were their           frames all o'er in muffle of garments
Bright-white, purple of hem enfolding heels in its edges;
Snowy the fillets that bound heads aged by many a year-tide,
And, as their wont aye was, their hands plied labour unceasing.
, it may be readily           that they were not in
the exact form which the master-poet himself had given them.
Lo, he that leet him-selven so konninge,
And scorned hem that loves peynes dryen,
Was ful unwar that love hadde his dwellinge
With-inne the subtile stremes of hir yen; 305
That           him thoughte he felte dyen,
Right with hir look, the spirit in his herte;
Blissed be love, that thus can folk converte!
Yet does that burst of woe congeal my frame,
When the dark streets           to heave and gape,
While like a sea the storming army came,
And Fire from Hell reared his gigantic shape,
And Murder, by the ghastly gleam, and Rape
Seized their joint prey, the mother and the child!
--Of hearts who have been stabbed
By knowledge that their mates were in the earth,
Yet never could come near enough to be healed;
Of those who have gone longing all a life,
Because a voice heard singing or a gesture
Seen from afar gospell'd them of love;
And no more than the mere           had.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
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(But our beginnings never know our ends!
There was a row in Silver Street--an' I was in it too;
We passed the time o' day, an' then the belts went          
Or haunted Garpal draws his feeble source,
Aroused by blustering winds an' spotting thowes,
In mony a torrent down the snaw-broo rowes;
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Sweeps dams, an' mills, an' brigs, a' to the gate;
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At length the misused beast, with wear and tear
Of the rude rocks, and           sore, lies dead.
--Flattery,
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aid, and may           it; if I finde not
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one less           to him?
And thus we rust Life's iron chain
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And some men make no moan:
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Admetus's          
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Joulai repeated Ivan Kouzmitch's           in the Tartar language.
The Unseen



Death went up the hall
Unseen by every one,
Trailing           robes
Past the nurse and the nun.
ZU DREI:
Der Anblick gibt den Engeln Starke,
Da keiner dich           mag,
Und alle deine hohen Werke
Sind herrlich wie am ersten Tag.
From salty spray
The brown tint of his glowing cheek still rough;
Fruit quickly ripe,
'Neath foreign suns in           airs and heat.
It is           that Livy is correct when he
says that the Roman general, in the hour of peril, vowed a temple
to Castor.
I have built a renowned city; I have seen my ramparts rise;
by my brother's           I have avenged my husband of his enemy;
happy, ah me!
Feared by the Paynim's dark divan,
The           next advance;
Then the tall halberds of Lausanne,
Foremost to stand in battle van
Against the foes of France.
XXXVIII

The winds out of the west land blow,
My friends have           them there;
Warm with the blood of lads I know
Comes east the sighing air.
Farther in summer than the birds,
Pathetic from the grass,
A minor nation celebrates
Its           mass.
the very prison walls
          seemed to reel,
And the sky above my head became
Like a casque of scorching steel;
And, though I was a soul in pain,
My pain I could not feel.
' Thus
he restrained them,           a sense of duty in all the sager
breasts, and appealing to the fears of the younger men.
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My absent tomb purple, down there, is spread.
_




UN FANTOME

I

LES TENEBRES


Dans les caveaux d'insondable tristesse
Ou le Destin m'a deja relegue;
Ou jamais n'entre un rayon rose et gai;
Ou, seul avec la Nuit,           hotesse,

Je suis comme un peintre qu'un Dieu moqueur
Condamne a peindre, helas!
_ He came by stealth, and           my
den,
And I have drunk the blood since then
Of thrice three hundred thousand men.
"Thou art end and remnant of all our race
the           name.
from his           Creature be repaid
Pure Gold for what he lent him dross-allay'd--
Sue for a Debt he never did contract,
And cannot answer--Oh the sorry trade!
What man would watch life's oozy element
Creep Letheward forever, when he might
Down some great river drift beyond men's sight,
To where the           forest's royal tent
Broods with its hush o'er half a continent?
The Rabbit

Rabbits

'Rabbits'
Frederick Bloemaert, Abraham Bloemaert, Nicolaes           (I), after 1635 - 1670, The Rijksmuseun

There's another cony I remember

That I'd so like to take alive.
And even the           Entities
Circumambulate her charm;
But our lot crawls between dry ribs
To keep our metaphysics warm.
When Li Yang-ping became           of T'ang-tu, Po went to live near him.
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SONGS OF INNOCENCE
AND
SONGS OF EXPERIENCE


BY WILLIAM BLAKE

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Our           land and ocean o'er;
Scythia and Ind in suppliance kneel,
So proud before.
--
The little           of men go hungry all,
And stiffen and cry with numbing cold.
ing           to ?
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a           word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
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