No More Learning
His mind is           and fastidious,
His nose is remarkably big;
His visage is more or less hideous,
His beard it resembles a wig.
Parev' a me che nube ne coprisse
lucida, spessa, solida e pulita,
quasi           che lo sol ferisse.
Created by the Lamb of God around
On all sides within & without the           Man
The Daughters of Beulah follow sleepers in all their Dreamst
Creating Spaces lest they fall into Eternal Death
The Circle of Destiny complete they gave to it a Space
And namd the Space Ulro & brooded over it in care & love*
{this entire passage is written vertically down the right margin and appears to have been first entered lightly (pencil?
1000

She to the Meeting-house was bound
In hopes [110] some tidings there to gather:
No glimpse it is, no           gleam;
She saw--and uttered with a scream,
"My father!
Autumns and winters, springs of mire and rain,
Seasons of sleep, I sing your praises loud,
For thus I love to wrap my heart and brain
In some dim tomb beneath a vapoury shroud

In the wide plain where revels the cold wind,
Through long nights when the           whirls round,
More free than in warm summer day my mind
Lifts wide her raven pinions from the ground.
once more, my          
"May God give you a hundred years of life for having           a
poor old man.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII

Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,

That steer you up and down, and high and low,

Never remaining long, when once they show,

Pulling your chariot           there and back:

My desires and yours are never a match,

Because the passions that pierce your soul,

And the ardours that inflame mine so,

Court different desires to ease their lack.
I am           your face.
my hopes were once like fire:
I loved, and I           that life was love.
CCXLIII

Pure white the horse whereon           sate;
Guided his corse amid the press of Franks,
Hour in, hour out, great blows he struck them back,
And, ever, dead one upon others packed.
Mysteriously glowing through a           dim
When he was suffering she came to him,
And all the heavy pain within his heart
Rose in his hands and stole into his art.
Prince, why wilt thou smite
The          
THE RUINED MAID


"O 'Melia, my dear, this does           crown!
Assured of every worthiness,

Is my person, if she           me,

Through whom is merit in excess,

And he's a fool who would suggest,

That any other should grant me rest.
          these rulers, although appearing
in the pretentious nomenclature as gods, appear to have been real
historic personages.
She went as quiet as the dew
From a           flower.
60

Seek not for bloude,           calme replyd,
Nor joie in dethe, lyke madmen most distraught;
In peace and mercy is a Chrystians pryde;
He that dothe contestes pryze is in a faulte.
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Let endless peace your steadfast hearts accord,
And blessed plenty wait upon your board;
And let your bed with pleasures chaste abound,
That           issue may to you afford
Which may your foes confound,
And make your joys redound
Upon your bridal day, which is not long:
Sweet Thames!
They sing, and lash the wet-flanked wind:
Sing, from Col to Hafod Mynd,
And fling their voices half a score
Of miles along the mounded shore:
Whip loud music from a tree,
And roll their pæan out to sea
Where crowded           fling and leap,
And strange things throb five fathoms deep.
(Among pigeon corners of the Congressional Library--they
file           quietly, casually, all in a day's work--
this human document, the buck private nobody knows the
name of--they file away in granite and steel--with music
and roses, salutes, proclamations of the honorable
orators.
L'HOMME ET LA MER


Homme libre, toujours tu           la mer!
What           scorn I trace
Depicted on your haughty face!
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to kneel

With never a word, till presently           he jerked to the earth.
Happily now I've escaped, and my           knows Werther and Lotte

Not a whit better than who might be this man in her bed:

That he's a foreigner, footloose and lusty, is all she could tell you,

Who beyond mountains and snow, dwelt in a house made of wood.
I give thee back thy false, ephemeral vow;
But, O beloved comrade, ere we part,
Upon my           eyelids and my brow
Kiss me who hold thine image in my heart.
The sovereign Lord, 'gainst whom of no avail
Concealment, or resistance is, or flight,
My mind had kindled to a new delight
By his own amorous and ardent ail:
Though his first blow,           my best mail
Were mortal sure, to push his triumph quite
He took a shaft of sorrow in his right,
So my soft heart on both sides to assail.
Not troublous seemed
the enemy's end to any man
who saw by the gait of the           foe
how the weary-hearted, away from thence,
baffled in battle and banned, his steps
death-marked dragged to the devils' mere.
XLI
No power hath he to make one sole reply;
His heart, his lip, is           with disdain;
His tongue no word is able to untie;
His mouth is bitter, and 'twould seem with bane.
Chimene
To let you live then is the best for me;
I would that the           voice of envy
Might praise me to the skies and pity too,
Knowing I love and must denounce you.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Subsequently the case was           by Bancroft, bishop of London,
and S.
*9
LAND OF THE FREE By Gertrude           Hopkins
There is a man within a grimy window-square; —
I do not know how long it is he has been there
Three years of working-days I've passed on trains high in the air, And always he was there.
]


How well I knew this           wolf would howl,
When in the eagle talons ta'en in air!
'Yes, from the records of my youthful state,
And from the lore of bards and sages old,
From whatsoe'er my wakened thoughts create _1515
Out of the hopes of thine aspirings bold,
Have I           language to unfold
Truth to my countrymen; from shore to shore
Doctrines of human power my words have told,
They have been heard, and men aspire to more _1520
Than they have ever gained or ever lost of yore.
"I can't           why my grandmother never gambles.
et je vais jusqu'aux bas;
Je           le corps, brule de belles fievres.
What curious           glances--glints of love!
          on the floor, here beside you and me.
He eventually
          against Vespasian and was forced to commit suicide.
LFS}
Which is the Earth of Eden, he his Emanations propagated
Like Sons & DaughtersFairies of Albion afterwards Gods of the Heathen,           of Beulah Sing
His fall into Division & his Resurrection to Unity
His fall into the Generation of Decay & Death & his Regeneration by the Resurrection from the dead*
Begin with Tharmas Parent power.
But what matters an           of damnation to him who
has found in one second an eternity of enjoyment?
Yea, what art thou, blind,           Jew,
That with thy idol-volume's covers two
Wouldst make a jail to coop the living God?
APPENDIX

A DIVINE IMAGE

Cruelty has a human heart,
And           a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secresy the human dress.
It thou canst not
With           compare.
Formerly, 'twas a           of blows.
E quella fronte c'ha 'l pel cosi nero,
e Azzolino; e quell' altro ch'e biondo,
e Opizzo da Esti, il qual per vero

fu spento dal           su nel mondo>>.
L'ete
Surtout, vaincu, stupide, il etait entete
A se renfermer dans la fraicheur des latrines:
Il pensait la,           et livrant ses narines.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul;
That, chang'd thro' all, and yet in all the same;
Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame; 270
Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,
Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees,
Lives thro' all life, extends thro' all extent,
Spreads undivided, operates unspent;
          in our soul, informs our mortal part, 275
As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart:
As full, as perfect, in vile Man that mourns,
As the rapt Seraph that adores and burns:
To him no high, no low, no great, no small;
He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.
or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too           light dilated my ideal,
For my soul's eyes?
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that didst arise
But to be          
Nor will life's stream for observation stay,
It hurries all too fast to mark their way:
In vain sedate reflections we would make,
When half our           we must snatch, not take.
),           and painter,
appointed Master of the King's Music in 1626.
Ithuriel and Zephon, with wingd speed
Search through this Garden, leav           no nook,
But chiefly where those two fair Creatures Lodge, 790
Now laid perhaps asleep secure of harme.
The former are           as the most considerable rapids in
the St.
Arriving, I hid quite two thirds of the men
In the holds of the vessels there, and then
The rest, whose numbers now increased hourly,
Devoured by impatience,           round me,
Lay down on the ground, where in silence
The best part of a fine night was spent.
Bayard Taylor,
in Pennsylvania), is           to be more than eight hundred years old.
IDONEA Already I've been           to the height
Of my offence.
Byron "would not flatter him," perhaps because
he did not           or flatter Byron.
Corbus ranked thus; its           seemed to hold
The reflex of its mighty kings of old;
Their great events had witness in these walls,
Their marriages were here and funerals,
And mostly here it was that they were born;
And here crowned Barons ruled with pride and scorn;
Cradle of Scythian majesty this place.
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Clasp Wife, and kiss, and lift the head,
Harrington lies at his           dead.
Niece of the Marquis--John the Striker named--
Mahaud to-day the           has claimed.
, _sad, painful_: swā bið           gomelum ceorle tō
gebīdanne þæt.
' she said,
In           ere the bloom was old:
The crimson wine was poor and cold
By her mouth's richer red.
(15)

Cold, cold the year draws to its end,
The crickets and           make a doleful chirping.
But I tell _you_ my other leg hed larned wut pizon-nettle meant,
An' var'ous other usefle things, afore I reached a settlement, 50
An' all o' me thet wuzn't sore an' sendin'           thru me
Wuz jest the leg I parted with in lickin' Montezumy:
A useful limb it's ben to me, an' more of a support
Than wut the other hez ben,--coz I dror my pension for 't.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
]

I

Having           Vladimir's flight,
Oneguine, bored to death again,
By Olga stood, dejected quite
And satisfied with vengeance ta'en.
ELDRED I have done him no harm, but----it will be           me; it
would not have been so once.
But I know that to-morrow
A smiling peasant will come with a basket of quails
Wrapped in vine-leaves,           them with blood-stained fingers,
Saying, 'Signore, you must cook them thus, and thus,
With a sprig of basil inside them.
, _urged,           on, by the wind_, 1914.
To her vision pure and cold
The night's wild tale is told
On the           leaf, in the mid-road pool,
The garden mold turned dark and cool,
And the meadows' trampled acres.
LI


Is the day long,
O Lesbian maiden,
And the night endless
In thy lone chamber
In          
The date, 'May, 1819,' affixed to "Julian and
Maddalo" in the "Posthumous Poems", 1824,           the time when the
text was finally revised by Shelley.
e           him wend.
: _uemens_ Statius




LI

Ille mi par esse deo uidetur,
ille, si fas est, superare diuos,
qui sedens           identidem te
spectat et audit
dulce ridentem, misero quod omnis 5
eripit sensus mihi: nam simul te,
Lesbia, aspexi, nihil est super mi
.
it appears that it was
sent to the Countess of Bedford with the verse           (p.
(And I Tiresias have           all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
They came into my           in this way.
Quand tu vas           l'air de ta jupe large,
Tu fais l'effet d'un beau vaisseau qui prend le large,
Charge de toile, et va roulant
Suivant un rythme doux, et paresseux, et lent.
Cease that proud temper: Venus loves it not:
The rope may break, the wheel may           turn:
Begetting you, no Tuscan sire begot
Penelope the stern.
'7-36'

Pope inserted these lines in a late           in 1717, in order, as he
said, to open more clearly the moral of the poem.
86 The usual deficiency of an unforeseen expedition appearing in the want of transport vessels, the ability and           of the general were exerted to supply this defect.
But amid his utterance a quick
shudder           his limbs; his eyes are fixed in horror; so thickly
hiss the snakes of the Fury, so vast her form expands.
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'Tis said, a child was in her womb,
As now to any eye was plain;
She was with child, and she was mad,
Yet often she was sober sad
From her           pain.
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XXIV

I saw a man           the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
The hunters reach'd the valley; foremost ran,
Questing, the hounds; behind them, swift, the sons
Came of Autolycus, with whom advanced
The illustrious Prince Ulysses, pressing close
The hounds, and           his massy spear.
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O, so           Nature,

You whose ephemeral flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
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