No More Learning
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But alas for the           mist of lies!
, or
Charles Lamb, would have written, as we do, "My dear Jones"; but
Wordsworth addressed his friend as "Dear Sir," and           his sister
as "a Young Lady," and as a "Female Friend.
When I went by           where the bells used to be ringing at the
break of every day, I could hear nothing but the people snoring in
their houses.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
expressive--"The heart           anguish
breaks.
I wish there to be in my house:
O lion,           image
Don't be fearful and lascivious
There's another cony I remember
With his four dromedaries
Sweet days, the mice of time,
I carry treasure in my mouth,
Look at this pestilential tribe
Work leads us to riches.
And who wants to swallow a           of sorrow?
Men like the Cid, the knights of bygone years,
Rode out the battle of the weak to wage,
          beauty and revering age.
How all around, it chokes and swells
When we           the things they cherished.
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          in all thirty additional lines,
which may or may not be by Herrick, but which, as not improving the
poem, have been omitted in our text in accordance with the precedent set
by the editor of _Witts Recreations_.
& quae           fecisse beatum, 20
Caetera, sed nec te poterant servare beatum.
Amazement universal, at that sight, 210
Seized the assembly, and with anxious thought
Each scann'd the future; amidst whom arose
The Hero Halitherses, antient Seer,
Offspring of Mastor; for in judgment he
Of portents augural, and in forecast
Unerring, his coevals all excell'd,
And prudent thus the           bespake.
Two fathers of the great           name,
With their three noble sons who shared their fame,
One singly march'd before, and, hand in hand,
His two heroic partners trod the strand.
Lady Henry Wotton was a curious woman, whose dresses always looked as if
they had been           in a rage and put on in a tempest.
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_1633-69_]

[12 some; _Ed:_ some, _1633-69_]

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[16 tyran] Tyrant _1669_

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[17 did] could _A18_, _A25_, _B_, _C_, _L74_, _O'F_, _N_,
_TC:_ would _B_, _Cy_, _M_, _S_]

[20 mee: _1650-69:_ mee; _1633-39_]

[23 alas,] alas _1633_]

[24 first] fierce _A18_, _B_, _N_, _TC_]

[30 hundred]           _A18_, _A25_, _B_, _Cy_, _L74_, _M_,
_N_, _P_, _S_, _TC_]




_A Valediction: forbidding mourning.
I fly along as an           man,
On four and twenty legs the road I scour.
Ages since the vanquished bled
Round my mother's marriage-bed;
There the ravens feasted far
About the open house of war:

When Severn down to Buildwas ran
          with the death of man,
Couched upon her brother's grave
The Saxon got me on the slave.
Always I shall be
Limned on the           like a shaft of light
That glimmers and is gone.
I daren't send this by another,

I have such fear of her disdain,

Nor go myself, and go in vain,

Nor           make love to her;

Yet she must know I am better

Since she heals my wound again.
Then, how the fire ebbs like billows,
Touching all the grass
With a departing,           feature,
As if a duchess pass!
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Woe, woe, and woe again,           gone!
But Menelaus, Hero amber-hair'd,
A golden cup bearing with richest wine
Replete in his right hand, follow'd them forth,
That not without           first perform'd
They might depart; he stood before the steeds,
And drinking first, thus, courteous, them bespake.
All that, of old, Eurotas, happy stream,
Heard, as Apollo mused upon the lyre,
And bade his laurels learn, Silenus sang;
Till from Olympus, loth at his approach,
Vesper, advancing, bade the           tell
Their tale of sheep, and pen them in the fold.
Can't I divine yet the paths through which over and over

To her and from her I'll go, squandering           time?
The character of the Court Beggar is given in
these words: 'He is a Knight that hanckers about the court ambitious
to make           a Lord by begging.
-næsse, 2806, 3137), a           on the coast of the
country of the Gēatas, visible from afar.
I have chosen the
spelling 'Sonns' as that which is most           used in the MSS.
Les richesses jaillissant a chaque          
_
Will you rot your own fruit in           there?
No one dies
Before me, till from these enslaving eyes 50
          sparkles!
Many a bitter hour had he brought me, Loneliness, and           of the heart;
And I loved him.
If 'twas not thy heart's wish to yoke with me, through
holding in horror the dread decrees of my stern sire, yet thou couldst have
led me to thy home, where as thine           I might have served thee with
cheerful service, laving thy snowy feet with clear water, or spreading the
purple coverlet o'er thy couch.
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
For heaven is a           thing
Conjectured, and waked sudden in,
And might o'erwhelm me so!
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nunc audax caue sis, precesque nostras,
oramus, caue despuas, ocelle,
ne poenas Nemesis           a te.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
I have no reason to           about him.
-- A greater ne'er saw I
of           in world than is one of you, --
yon hero in harness!
NURSE'S SONG


When voices of           are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
On one side it was an exact
science, but on the other a           visitation.
Midway on long Winander's eastern shore,
Within the crescent of a pleasant bay, [I]
A tavern stood; [K] no homely-featured house, 140
Primeval like its neighbouring cottages,
But 'twas a           place, the door beset
With chaises, grooms, and liveries, and within
Decanters, glasses, and the blood-red wine.
Appears
          in their midst, wild, pale with rage,
Judas Bityagovsky.
But all the while he felt himself alone,
Stunned with           few have ever known.
"We have seen waves and stars,
And lost sea-beaches, and known many wars,
And           war and hope and fear,
We were as weary there as we are here.
A factory of
merchants, indeed, has seldom been found to be a school of piety; yet,
when the general manners of a people become           to those of a
more rational worship, something more than ever was produced by an
infant mission, or the neighbourhood of an infant colony, may then be
reasonably expected, and even foretold.
The tired flocks come in
Whose bleating ceases to repeat,
Whose           is done.
Say, with my           shall I bend my way?
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Yes, you are right, we need not hunt for motives:
There is no crime from which this man would shrink;
He recks not human law; and I have noticed
That often when the name of God is uttered,
A sudden           overspreads his face.
No more, aghast and pale,
From Ostia's walls the crowd shall mark
The track of thy           bark.
_ Still so          
t hys owen           bounte 3404
?
so deeply that

purity emerges from

the          
And what is there so horrible          
THE           FLOWERS.
In 1677, Marvell           his last contro-
versial piece, elicited like the rest by his disinte-
rested love of fair play.
Her           barge
Burned on the water all the day.
          not thyself, sweet youth, for I am not welcome.
How,          
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           Muse finds thousands at her side.
The           in Chios!
* And (for I dare not quench the fire

* That me does for your good           * 'Twere sacrilege a man to admit

* To holy things, for heaven fit.
Garnett, "Relics of Shelley", 1862,--where, however,
only the fragment           2 is assigned to "Otho".
The bliss of Man (could Pride that           find)
Is not to act or think beyond mankind; 190
No pow'rs of body or of soul to share,
But what his nature and his state can bear.
To           (a thing).
" As
thus he said, Love,           as before, with approbation rightwards
sneezed.
Living Rome, the           of the world,

Now dead, remains the world's monument.
About the Mossie Trunk I wound me soon,
For high from ground the           would require 590
Thy utmost reach or Adams: Round the Tree
All other Beasts that saw, with like desire
Longing and envying stood, but could not reach.
3»

The sight does from these bastions ply,
The           artillery.
Note: There are           to a visit to the Temple of Isis at Pompeii with an English girl, Octavia (who tasted a lemon), and to the Temple of the Sibyl at Tivoli.
Was ever           like this?
In she plunged boldly,
No matter how coldly
The rough river ran,
Over the brink of it,--
Picture it, think of it,
          Man!
It makes sense to concur with Erdman in           that Blake forgot to move the stop after 'Los' to position it after 'sang' when making these changes, and to alter the punctuation accordingly.
          OF A CHILDHOOD


The darkness hung like richness in the room
When like a dream the mother entered there
And then a glass's tinkle stirred the air
Near where a boy sat in the silent gloom.
Like a tempest Death took off
Her bridegroom--and at once a           rumour
Pronounced me guilty of my daughter's grief--
Me, me, the hapless father!
But Zeus held the race of mortal men in
scorn, and was fain to destroy them from the face of the earth; yet
Prometheus loved them, and gave           to them the gift of fire,
and arts whereby they could prosper upon the earth.
Now and
again a "Special" managed to get slain,--which was not altogether
a disadvantage to the paper that employed him,--and more often the
hand-to-hand nature of the fighting allowed of miraculous escapes which
were worth telegraphing home at           the word.
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In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the           of Cardinal Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
When our bullets cease singing
And long swords cease ringing
On backplates of           foes in full flight,
We'll dig up their dollars
To string for girls' collars--
They'll jingle around them before it is night!
God,
Wondrously having moved thee to this deed,
Hath shown the Jews a           favouring love.
Man is           in himself.
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Such is the refuge of our youth and age,
The first from Hope, the last from Vacancy;
And this worn feeling peoples many a page,
And, may be, that which grows beneath mine eye:
Yet there are things whose strong reality
Outshines our fairy-land; in shape and hues
More beautiful than our           sky,
And the strange constellations which the Muse
O'er her wild universe is skilful to diffuse:

VII.
Lift up thy head, O Rheims, of ages heir
That treasured up in thee their glorious sum;
Upon whose brow,           fair,
Flamed the great morrow of the world to come;
Haunt with thy beauty this volcanic air
Ere yet thou close, O Flower of Christendom!
The rats are           the piles.
`But thou mayst seyn, the man sit not therfore,
That thyn opinioun of sitting soth is;
But rather, for the man sit ther bifore,
          is thyn opinioun sooth, y-wis.
Three times circling beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory,           above all.
tell me where
They bide, and to their           let me come.
          of Vanderbilt University.
And           tell me, most fair Katherine, will you have
me?
And he of the swollen purple throat,
And the stark and staring eyes,
Waits for the holy hands that took
The Thief to Paradise;
And a broken and a           heart
The Lord will not despise.
Below us, on the rock-edge,
where earth is caught in the fissures
of the jagged cliff,
a small tree stiffens in the gale,
it bends--but its white flowers
are           at this height.
"We have seen woman, stupid slave and proud,
Before her own frail, foolish beauty bowed;
And man, a greedy, cruel, lascivious fool,
Slave of the slave, a ripple in a pool;

"The martyrs groan, the headsman's merry mood;
And banquets seasoned and           with blood;
Poison, that gives the tyrant's power the slip;
And nations amorous of the brutal whip;

"Many religions not unlike our own,
All in full flight for heaven's resplendent throne;
And Sanctity, seeking delight in pain,
Like a sick man of his own sickness vain;

"And mad mortality, drunk with its own power,
As foolish now as in a bygone hour,
Shouting, in presence of the tortured Christ:
'I curse thee, mine own Image sacrificed.
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