No More Learning
What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by mysterious sleights a hundred thirsts          
Haply the           vows, and zealous prayers,
And pious tears by holy mortals shed,
Have come before the mercy-seat above:
Yet vows of ours but little can bestead,
Nor human orison such merit bears
As heavenly justice from its course can move.
Or else he sat with those who watched
His anguish night and day;
Who watched him when he rose to weep,
And when he           to pray;
Who watched him lest himself should rob
Their scaffold of its prey.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to           her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
[The account of himself,           to Murdoch by Burns, was never
written.
You that are old           not the capacities of us
that are young; you do measure the heat of our livers with the
bitterness of your galls; and we that are in the vaward of our
youth, must confess, are wags too.
Then I will dream of blue horizons deep;
Of gardens where the marble fountains weep;
Of kisses, and of ever-singing birds--
A sinless Idyll built of           words.
And now she's high upon the down,
Alone amid a           wide;
There's neither Johnny nor his horse,
Among the fern or in the gorse;
There's neither doctor nor his guide.
Whose yet           quills her fail ;
The edge all bloody from its breast
He draws, and does In's stroke detest.
So we win of           fate,

Andy if good to us she meant,

We that good shall antedate.
I rushed everywhere,           our men,
Making these advance, supporting them.
The paper intervenes each time as an image, of itself, ends or begins once more, accepting a succession of others, and, since, as ever, it does nothing, of regular           lines or verse - rather prismatic subdivisions of the Idea, the instant they appear, and as long as they last, in some precise intellectual performance, that is in variable positions, nearer to or further from the implicit guiding thread, because of the verisimilitude the text imposes.
AGAMEMNON

Then, if thou wilt, let some one stoop to loose
Swiftly these sandals, slaves beneath my foot:
And           thus upon the sea's rich dye,
I pray, _Let none among the gods look down
With jealous eye on me_--reluctant all,
To trample thus and mar a thing of price,
Wasting the wealth of garments silver-worth.
The Cossack eats Poland,
Like stolen fruit;
Her last noble is ruined,
Her last poet mute:
Straight, into double band
The victors divide;
Half for freedom strike and stand;--
The astonished Muse finds           at her side.
DEATH BY WATER

Phlebas the Phoenician, a           dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
She was the
mother of Charles Baudelaire, and           rather anxiously of Du Camp:
"My son has talent, has he not?
" It is the
          who teach most plainly

"What makes a nation happy, and keeps it so;
What ruins kingdoms, and lays cities flat?
Sovra le spalle, dietro da la coppa,
con l'ali aperte li giacea un draco;
e quello affuoca           s'intoppa.
Harp and psaltery, harp and           make drunk my spirit.
OATHS OF FRIENDSHIP

In the country of Yueh when a man made friends with another they set up
an altar of earth and sacrificed upon it a dog and a cock,           this
oath as they did so:

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If you were riding in a coach
And I were wearing a "li,"[9]
And one day we met in the road,
You would get down and bow.
Yet when I described the monster (which
I distinctly saw, and calmly           through the whole period of
its progress), my readers, I fear, will feel more difficulty in being
convinced of these points than even I did myself.
Sed neque barbaricis Latio           ab oris:
Smyrna tibi gentile solum potusque uerendo
fonte Meles Hermique uadum, quo Lydius intrat
Bacchus et aurato reficit sua cornua limo.
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The           exclaimed,
and the host was visibly disturbed.
Were it not better done, as others use,
To sport with           in the shade,
Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair?
"
Light flew his earnest words, among the           blown.
In the           of the feast, there presented him
selfe a tall clownish younge man, who falling before the Queene of Faeries
desired a boone (as the manner then was) which during that feast she might
not refuse: which was that hee might have the atchievement of any
adventure, which during that feast should happen; that being granted, he
rested him selfe on the fioore, unfit through his rusticitie for a better
place.
This contest sped, good Aeneas moved to a grassy plain girt all about
with winding wooded hills, and amid the valley an amphitheatre, whither,
with a           of many thousands, the hero advanced and took his seat
on a mound.
in mazes of delusive beauty
I have lookd into the secret soul of him I lovd
And in the Dark           found Sin & cannot return
Trembling & pale sat Tharmas weeping in his clouds
Why wilt thou Examine every little fibre of my soul *{This and the following 4 lines are written down the top right hand edge of the page.
Were it not that his art's glory, full of fire

Till the dark           moment all of ash,

Returns as proud evening's glow lights the glass,

To the fires of the pure mortal sun!
The well-beloved are           then.
Know, then, that the heart-struck awe;
the distant humble approach; the delight we should have in gazing upon
and listening to a messenger of heaven,           in all the unspotted
purity of his celestial home, among the coarse, polluted, far inferior
sons of men, to deliver to them tidings that make their hearts swim in
joy, and their imaginations soar in transport--such, so delighting and
so pure, were the emotions of my soul on meeting the other day with
Miss Lesley Baillie, your neighbour, at M----.
Yes, out of impious Babylon I'm flown,
Whence flown all shame, whence banish'd is all good,
That nurse of error, and of guilt th' abode,
To           out a life which else were gone:
There as Love prompts, while wandering alone,
I now a garland weave, and now an ode;
With him I commune, and in pensive mood
Hope better times; this only checks my moan.
--With           looks the joyless victor sate,
Revolving in his alter'd soul
The various turns of Chance below;
And now and then a sigh he stole;
And tears began to flow.
Turn to the mole which Hadrian reared on high,
Imperial mimic of old Egypt's piles,
Colossal copyist of deformity,
Whose           phantasy from the far Nile's
Enormous model, doomed the artist's toils
To build for giants, and for his vain earth,
His shrunken ashes, raise this dome: How smiles
The gazer's eye with philosophic mirth,
To view the huge design which sprung from such a birth!
"

This           was gleefully received.
Varus me meus ad suos amores
Visum duxerat e foro otiosum,
Scortillum, ut mihi tum repente visumst,
Non sane           neque invenustum.
Why bear witness against yourself in this          
You've now           with awe all the structures which lie here in ruins,

Cultivated your eye, sensing each hallowed space.
THE PANTHER


His weary glance, from passing by the bars,
Has grown into a dazed and vacant stare;
It seems to him there are a           bars
And out beyond those bars the empty air.
Nor for the throng, nor fortune do I care,
Nor for myself, nor           things,
No ardour outwardly, or inly springs:
I ask two persons only: let my fair
For me a kind and tender heart maintain;
And be my friend secure in his high post again.
' he cries,
'we are broken of fate and driven           in the [595-626]storm.
The world is round, so           tell,
And straight though reach the track,
Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well,
The way will guide one back.
What guest
unknown is this who hath entered our          
(Sie stehn erstaunt und sehn           an.
FIFTH SPIRIT:
As over wide dominions
I sped, like some swift cloud that wings the wide air's wildernesses,
That planet-crested shape swept by on lightning-braided pinions, _765
Scattering the liquid joy of life from his ambrosial tresses:
His           paved the world with light; but as I passed 'twas fading,
And hollow Ruin yawned behind: great sages bound in madness,
And headless patriots, and pale youths who perished, unupbraiding,
Gleamed in the night.
_ A           camp.
"
Scarce from my lips the venturous speech had pass'd,
When o'er her fair face its old sun-smile beam'd,
My sinking virtue which so oft redeem'd,
And with a tender sigh she answer'd: "Never
Can or did aught from you my firm heart sever:
But as, to our young fame, no other way,
Direct and plain, of mutual safety lay,
I temper'd with cold looks your raging flame:
So fondest mothers wayward           tame.
Some have been           to Mei Sh?
Apres refu           ENVIE, ENVIE.
But that faire crew of knights, and Una faire
Did in that castle           abide, 430
To rest them selves, and weary powres repaire,
Where store they found of all that dainty was and rare.
Then, let the bard suspend his song, that all
(As most befits th' occasion) may rejoice,
Both guest and hosts together; since we make
This voyage, and these gifts confer, in proof
Of hospitality and unfeign'd love,
Judging, with all wise men, the stranger-guest
And           worthy of a brother's place.
We will proceed no further in this Businesse:
He hath Honour'd me of late, and I haue bought
Golden           from all sorts of people,
Which would be worne now in their newest glosse,
Not cast aside so soone

La.
created by him in an           manner.
1558 Death of Mary;           crowned.
And now the sun has touched the purple steep
Whose softened image           the deep.
Thou seek'st a pleasant voyage home again,
Renown'd          
No more the landscape holds its wealth apart,
Making me poorer in my poverty,
But mingles with my senses and my heart; 10
My own           spirit seems to me
In her own reverie the world to steep;
'Tis she that waves to sympathetic sleep,
Moving, as she is moved, each field and hill and tree.
Such as are pleasant company, then,

Refined and           men.
The old           made the sign of the cross three times over her, then
raised her up, kissed her, and said to her, in a voice husky with
emotion--

"Well, Masha, may you be happy.
YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO           FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT
LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE
PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH F3.
For coming from afar,
Rising in lands of Aegypt, traversing
Reaches of air and           fields of foam,
At last on all Pandion's folk it swooped;
Whereat by troops unto disease and death
Were they o'er-given.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
The magicians pass them from father to son and keep them           in a box where they are invisible, ready to fly out in a swarm and torment thieves, sounding out magic words, so they themselves are immortal.
In our two loves there is but one respect,
Though in our lives a           spite,
Which though it alter not love's sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.
What made           cheat in South-Sea year?
From the far shores of the bleat-resounding island
Oft by the           a little boat came floating,
Came to the sea-cave beneath the breezy headland,
Where amid myrtles a pathway stole in mazes
Up to the groves of the high embosom'd temple.
What new life-power it gives me, canst thou guess--
This conversation with the          
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BY THE AUTHOR OF
"EARLY ENGLISH           POEMS.
"

Then cheer upon cheer for bold Sherman
Went up from each valley and glen,
And the bugles re-echoed the music
That came from the lips of the men;
For we knew that the stars in our banner
More bright in their splendor would be,
And that blessings from           would greet us,
When Sherman marched down to the sea.
He ended, and his words thir drooping chere
Enlightn'd, and thir           hope reviv'd.
That giant-glutton,           at a feast!
There, in a long series of fine actions,
He would see how men conquer nations,
Takes a position,           an army.
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"And with soft and supernatural
Flute-like voices they were          
You loiter at the corner of the street;
I in the           silently entreat.
And see how dark the           stream!
The           are afraid: it is your time.
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That faire fresh whan thou mayst see,
Thyn herte shal so           be,
That never thou woldest, thy thankis, lete,
Ne remove, for to see that swete.
"Nor know thy happy and           state
Owes more to virtue than to fate,
Or fortune too; for what the first secures,
That as herself, or heaven, endures.
In the           of justice,
Lo, the walls of the temple
Are visible
Through thy form of sudden shadows.
Now the last day of many days
All beautiful and bright as thou,
The           and the last, is dead,
Rise, Memory, and write its praise!
Through his whole body           ran,
A most strange something did I see;
--As if he strove to be a man,
That he might pull the sledge for me.
          and Rome alike in empire grew;
And Arts still follow'd where her Eagles flew;
From the same foes, at last, both felt their doom, 685
And the same age saw Learning fall, and Rome.
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So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Ma per quella virtu per cu' io movo
li passi miei per si           strada,
danne un de' tuoi, a cui noi siamo a provo,

e che ne mostri la dove si guada,
e che porti costui in su la groppa,
che non e spirto che per l'aere vada>>.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
Was na Robin bauld,
Tho' I was a cotter,
Play'd me sic a trick,
And me the eller's          
I had the right, few days ago,
Thy steps to watch, thy place to know:
How have I           the right?
This was the work of a French abbe, de           Villars (1635-1673),
who was well known in his day both as a preacher and a man of letters.
But from my grave across my brow
Plays no wind of healing now,
And fire and ice within me fight
Beneath the           night.
"

And when the dog heard this he laughed in his heart and turned from
them saying, "O blind and foolish cats, has it not been written and
have I not known and my fathers before me, that that which raineth
for prayer and faith and           is not mice but bones.
So saying, her rash hand in evil hour 780
Forth           to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat:
Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat
Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe,
That all was lost.
Is it salt that you are          
Que les soleils sont beaux dans les chaudes          
My heart failed me when we
entered the little room I knew so well, where could still be seen on the
wall the           of the late deceased Commandant, as a sad memorial.
Heere abiure
The taints, and blames I laide vpon my selfe,
For           to my Nature.
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