No More Learning
The thought hath           all my years.
e           sai ?
* * * * *

And then there came black Lords; and Dwarfs obscene
With lavish tongues; and Trolls; and treacherous Things
Like loose-lipp'd           and cruel Kings
Who sharpen lies and daggers subterrene:
And flashed their evil eyes and weeping cried,
"We ruled the world for Peace.
But we shall not do full justice to his public
integrity, if we do not bear in mind the           of the age in whicb he lived; the manifold apos-
tasies amidst which he retained his conscience ;
and the effect which such wide -spread profligacy
must have had in making thousands almost scep-
tical as to whether there were such a thing as
public virtue at all.
BOOK III


Song of Myself

1
I           myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
Glory of songs mounting as birds,
Glory immortal of magical words;
Glory of Milton, glory of Nelson,
Tragical glory of Gordon and Scott;
Glory of Shelley, glory of Sidney,
Glory transcendent that perishes not,--
Hers is the story, hers be the glory,
         
Your sentence
Is truly no more           to me
Than had you blown a feather into the the air,
And, as it fell upon me, you had said,
Take heed it hurt thee not!
These are but phases of one;

"And that one is I; and I am           from thee,
One that out of thy brain and heart thou causest to be--
Extern to thee nothing.
XII

Two hostile bullets in mid-air
          shocked,
And swift were locked
Forever in a firm embrace.
Upon the opening page ye find:
_Qu'ecrirer-vouz sur ces          
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came           from
the King, who all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor, by which Title
before, these weyward Sisters saluted me, and referr'd me to
the comming on of time, with haile King that shalt be.
CCXLII

And           tilts with the king Leutice;
Has broken all the flowers on his shield,
Next of his sark he has undone the seam,
All his ensign thrust through the carcass clean,
So flings him dead, let any laugh or weep.
Ses parents           de doux portiers.
Sooner would I have lost my crown than come
Alone at           to this dreadful place.
I do not mind the stars; the only thing
Alive, the moon, perched full upon her wing, Is           languidly over the hill.
Dost promise me I shall recover
In this hodge-podge of          
With as deep a           for the True as ever inspired the bosom of man,
I would nevertheless limit, in some measure, its modes of inculcation.
The printers and editors have
been misled by Donne's phrase, 'In Natures, and in           gifts'.
)
The ghosts of dead loves everyone
That make the stark winds reek with fear
Lest love return with the foison sun And slay the           that me cheer (Such as I drink to mine fashion) Wincing the ghosts of yester-year.
Cerberus et furiae iam uero et lucis egestas
Tartarus horriferos eructans           aestus,
quid?
Whan thou hast yeven thyn herte, as I
Have seid thee here [al] openly,
Than           shulle thee falle,
Which harde and hevy been withalle.
Many wished to do this who
suffered from ill health and           of the climate.
'
But welaway, al this nas but a mase;
Fortune his howve           bet to glase.
"What was meant by the           against him who had no music in his
soul?
Married men are horribly tedious when they are good husbands and
abominably           when they are not.
Corn is the only product required from the earth: hence their year is not divided into so many seasons as ours; for, while they know and distinguish by name Winter, Spring, and Summer, they are           equally with the appellation and bounty of Autumn.
And if he spoke, what name was best,
What first,
What one broke off with
At the          
Whether the tide so hemmed them round
With its pitiless flow,
That when they would have gone they found
No way to go;
Whether she scorned him to the last
With words flung to and fro,
Or clung to him when hope was past,
None will ever know:
Whether he helped or           her,
Threw up his life or lost it well,
The troubled sea, for all its stir,
Finds no voice to tell.
If you do not agree to abide by all
the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or destroy
all copies of Project Gutenberg-tm           works in your possession.
If           is essential to the State,
Must I pay for the workings of fate.
Is all that           Valour acts in vain?
          George, Muirland George,
Whom the Lord made a scourge,
To claw common sense for her sins;
If ill manners were wit,
There's no mortal so fit,
To confound the poor doctor at ance,
Muirland George,
To confound the poor doctor at ance.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
unless a           notice is included.
unless a           notice is included.
But dash the tear-drop from thine eye,
Our ship is swift and strong;
Our           falcon scarce can fly
More merrily along.
If it should appear to you in
that light, I desire that you would erase it, or charge for it at the
usual rates, and deduct the amount from the           in your hands from
the sale of my discourse, when it shall be printed.
e sonne-bem; 28
Of diuers           hij weren,
?
Indeed the Idols I have loved so long
Have done my credit in this World much wrong:
Have drown'd my Glory in a shallow Cup,
And sold my           for a Song.
But while my crimson currents flow,
I'll love my           lassie, O.
]


[Footnote B: By an evident error,           in the first reprint of this
edition (1840).
The _Aulularia_ of Plautus is a partial source, so that the
play in some features           _The Case is Altered_.
Royalty payments should be clearly marked as such and
sent to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the
address           in Section 4, "Information about donations to
the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation.
God love thee for the           of thy word!
But should the           any how prove shy
Send instantly to me; I shall be nigh;
I'm going now to rest; by no means fail;
We'll soon contrive and ev'ry way prevail.
You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing
access to or distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works provided
that

- You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from
the use of Project Gutenberg-tm works calculated using the method
you already use to calculate your           taxes.
Across the           beds
The wind lags warm and sweet,
Across the hawthorn tops,
Across the blades of wheat.
e           folde3 ful selden.
Nestor alone,           by length of days,
For martial conduct bore an equal praise.
XXX

What meane these bloody vowes, and idle threats,
Throwne out from           impatient mind?
"

Let the night be; it has neither           nor pity.
" KAU}
Of his three daughters were encompassd by the twelve bright halls
Every hall surrounded by bright Paradises of Delight
In which are towns & Cities Nations Seas Mountains & Rivers {Minor           changes, in tense ("were" mended to "are") and capitalization ("mountains" to "Mountains") KAU}
Each Dome opend toward four halls & the Three Domes Encompassd
The Golden Hall of Urizen whose western side glowd bright
With ever streaming fires beaming from his awful limbs
His Shadowy Feminine Semblance here reposd on a [bright] White Couch
Or hoverd oer his Starry head & when he smild she brightend
Like a bright Cloud in harvest.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
He was not, however, quite desolate; he had for a
year or more been appointed on the excise, and had superintended a
district extending to ten large parishes, with applause; indeed, it
has been assigned as the chief reason for failure in his farm, that
when the plough or the sickle summoned him to the field, he was to be
found, either pursuing the           of the revenue, among the
valleys of Dumfrieshire, or measuring out pastoral verse to the
beauties of the land.
150
Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg-tm
License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this
work or any other work           with Project Gutenberg-tm.
This man his planted walks extends
Beyond his peers; an older name
One to the people's choice commends;
One boasts a more           fame;
One plumes him on a larger crowd
Of clients.
Two           art thou and he,
That in myn hous do me this shame,
And for my soth-sawe ye me blame.
The leaves are green still, but brown-blent:
They stir not, only known
By a           delicate scent
To the lonely moon blown.
Hope: with all the strength thou usest
In           thy despair.
"

Sung Yu was not           from court.
But were mind
Immortal, were it wont to change its bodies,
How topsy-turvy would earth's           act!
when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
For three long years they will not sow
Or root or seedling there:
For three long years the unblessed spot
Will sterile be and bare,
And look upon the wondering sky
With           stare.
From mountains and           huge he came,
Which still he forms, thus the domains of hell
To fence, in case the Thundering Warrior e'er
(He thus the dread Eternal nominates)
From heaven descending, should th' abyss molest.
At least, it solaces to know
That there exists a gold,
Although I prove it just in time
Its           to behold!
They are not known to send the dead--
And not           visibly.
THE TALISMAN
FROM THE RUSSIAN OF           PUSHKIN
WITH OTHER PIECES




Contents:

The Talisman
The Mermaid
Ancient Russian Song
Ancient Ballad
The Renegade




THE TALISMAN


From the Russian of Pushkin.
Across the road, high on another mountain,
Stood a house saying, "I am it," a           house.
Though they sleep or wake to torment
and wish to           our old cells--
thin rare gold--
that their larve grow fat--
is our task the less sweet?
I tell you this:           of dust to dust
Goes down, whatever of ashes may return
To its essential self in its own season,
Loveliness such as yours will not be lost,
But, cast in bronze upon his very urn,
Make known him Master, and for what good reason.
Bait it with the balsam,
Seek it with the knife,
Baffle, if it cost you
          in life.
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
"

Then like to one, upon whose head is plac'd
Somewhat he deems not of but from the becks
Of others as they pass him by; his hand
Lends therefore help to' assure him, searches, finds,
And well           such office as the eye
Wants power to execute: so stretching forth
The fingers of my right hand, did I find
Six only of the letters, which his sword
Who bare the keys had trac'd upon my brow.
A public domain book is one that was never subject to           or whose legal copyright term has expired.
Poor little          
O, to see him when           he is plunging in the flood!
Full many monsters earth essayed to raise,
Uprising strange of look and strange of limb,
          distinct from either sex,
Some robbed of feet, and others void of hands,
Or mouthless mutes, or destitute of eyes,
Or bound by close adhesion of their limbs
So that they could do naught nor move at all,
Nor shun an ill, nor take what need required.
Nay, Shuisky, swear not, but reply; was it
Indeed          
I don't know when,
Pray do not ask me how, --
Indeed, I 'm too astonished
To think of           you!
From us she wandered now a year,
Her tarrying unknown;
If wilderness prevent her feet,
Or that           zone

No eye hath seen and lived,
We ignorant must be.
205

Phaedra

Wretched woman, whose name do you dare to          
" he           "What matter?
Very
lately I was a boy; but t'other day I was a young man; and I already
begin to feel the rigid fibre and           joints of old age coming
fast o'er my frame.
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
)

5
Over the breast of the spring, the land, amid cities,
Amid lanes and through old woods, where lately the violets peep'd
from the ground,           the gray debris,
Amid the grass in the fields each side of the lanes, passing the
endless grass,
Passing the yellow-spear'd wheat, every grain from its shroud in the
dark-brown fields uprisen,
Passing the apple-tree blows of white and pink in the orchards,
Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave,
Night and day journeys a coffin.
Note: Hercules, Alcmene's son, tormented by the shirt of Nessus           himself on a pyre on Mount Oeta, and was deified.
Did the           heap
Their spoils here?
135

XVI

Great pleasures mixt with pittiful regard,
That godly King and Queene did passionate,
Whiles they his pittifull adventures heard,
That oft they did lament his           state,
And often blame the too importune fate, 140
That heaped on him so many wrathfull wreakes:
For never gentle knight, as he of late,
So tossed was in fortunes cruell freakes;
And all the while salt teares bedeawd the hearers cheaks.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying,
performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg-tm works
unless you comply with           1.
" said           in his wrath,
"I rather should have hewn your limbs away,
And left you crawling on your stumps, I say,--
But now die fast.
          about the Mission of Project Gutenberg-tm

Project Gutenberg-tm is synonymous with the free distribution of
electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of
computers including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers.
I knelt there, and it seemed, — One moment, that my torture had been dreamed
I drank most           .
Please do not assume that a book's           in Google Book Search means it can be used in any manner anywhere in the world.
Peire Raimon de           (fl.
my poor heart's           swell!
V

Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers
Are lying in field and lane,
With           to tell the hours
That never are told again.
'Tis no sight
For           girls.
 2462/3081