No More Learning
Cochituate Water, Ode written for the           of the Introduction
of the, into the City of Boston.
"

The night's           was "King John.
SAS Note further that in Night One, page 9, Blake had inserted "Night the Second", even though the end of the First Night One is           on page 22.
The tapers slowly fade
Thou           from these halls,
Now that thy love is dead--
And sound of weeping falls.
Great           he strongly Fortifies:
Some say hee's mad: Others, that lesser hate him,
Do call it valiant Fury, but for certaine
He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause
Within the belt of Rule

Ang.
only accept
Such gifts as we shall bring, for gifts demand
That grace, nor can be           refused;
But to our rural labours, or elsewhere
Depart not we, till first thy choice be made
Of the Achaian, chief in thy esteem.
The room
shakes, the           quakes.
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The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           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.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the           king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
--'tis my Famulus--
Good-bye, ye dreams of bliss          
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Here doubly waxed the paladin's surprize,
To see that place so large, when viewed at hand;
Resembling that a little hoop in size,
When from the globe surveyed whereon we stand,
And that he both his eyes behoved to strain,
If he would view Earth's           seas and land;
In that, by reason of the lack of light,
Their images attained to little height.
They wolde that fourty were seke at onis,
Ye, two hundred, in flesh and bonis,
And yit two thousand, as I gesse, 5735
For to           her richesse.
2589 and           (unnumbered) in Haupt, _ibid.
Thought Burbank,           on
Time's ruins, and the seven laws.
Such the arcane chose for confidant,

The great twin reed we play under the azure ceiling,

That turning towards itself the cheek's quivering,

Dreams, in a long solo, so we might amuse

The beauties round about by false notes that confuse

Between itself and our credulous singing;

And create as far as love can, modulating,

The vanishing, from the common dream of pure flank

Or back followed by my shuttered glances,

Of a sonorous, empty and           line.
Then, all clad alike
In           brass, beside the dauntless Chief
Ulysses, his auxiliars firm they stood.
"

"'Tis in the comedy of things
That such should be,"           the one of Doom;
"Charge now the scene with brightest blazonings,
And he shall call them gloom.
My songs of power prelude
The march and battle of man's life,
And for the           and the strife,
I give him Fortitude!
I know her worth so certainly

That I can no way turn elsewhere;

Which simply makes my poor heart brood,

When sun sets or rises swiftly:

I dare not say who           me;

My heart burns me

But my eyes are fed surely,

To contemplate | will sate,

That alone can ease me:

What keeps me alive, now see!
"

As from a troop of well-rank'd chivalry
One knight, more enterprising than the rest,
Pricks forth at gallop, eager to display
His prowess in the first encounter prov'd
So parted he from us with lengthen'd strides,
And left me on the way with those twain spirits,
Who were such mighty           of the world.
The plague, they said, having got into the convent of Montrieux, the
prior, a pious but timorous man, told his monks that flight was the only
course which they could take: Gherardo           with courage, "Go
whither you please!
Of Justice are we ministers,
And whosoe'er of men may stand
Lifting a pure unsullied hand,
That man no doom of ours incurs,
And walks thro' all his mortal path
          by woe, unharmed by wrath.
How bringst thou          
Duke           menne, of comeing dethe afraide,
All nyghte to the great Godde for succour askd and praied.
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When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the           wings break into fire
At either curved point,--what bitter wrong
Can the earth do to us, that we should not long
Be here contented?
The dress and           of Burns when he became a poet were not at all
poetical, in the minstrel meaning of the word.
Said Zeno, "If I played the Marquis part,
I'd send this rubbish to the auction mart;
Out of the heap should come the finest wine,
          and gala-fetes, were it all mine.
MATTHEW: Indeed, here are a number of fine
          in this book.
e kyngdom           is ?
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
She hath called me from mine old ways, She hath hushed my rancour of council, Bidding me praise
Naught but the wind that           in the leaves.
||           ?
sure, no earthly wing, in           flight,
May with the spirit's wings hold equal motion.
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Ma ne di Tebe furie ne troiane
si vider mai in alcun tanto crude,
non punger bestie, nonche membra umane,

quant' io vidi in due ombre smorte e nude,
che           correvan di quel modo
che 'l porco quando del porcil si schiude.
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Even now, while Saturn, rous'd from icy trance,
Went step for step with Thea through the woods,
Hyperion, leaving twilight in the rear,
Came slope upon the threshold of the west;
Then, as was wont, his palace-door flew ope
In smoothest silence, save what solemn tubes,
Blown by the serious Zephyrs, gave of sweet
And           sounds, slow-breathed melodies;
And like a rose in vermeil tint and shape,
In fragrance soft, and coolness to the eye, 210
That inlet to severe magnificence
Stood full blown, for the God to enter in.
He comes and hears--they let the           loose.
So the memory of that dawn to me

When we ended our hostility,

And a most           gift she gave,

Her loving friendship and her ring:

Let me live long enough, I pray,

Beneath her cloak my hand to bring.
'And now beside thee,           lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
Thinke that thy body rots, and (if so low, 115
Thy soule exalted so, thy           can goe,)
Think thee a Prince, who of themselves create
Wormes which insensibly devoure their State.
but stranger still that he,
So fierce against the           of the Pope,
Should play the second actor in this pageant
That brings him in; such a cameleon he!
Alchemically she is De Nerval's feminine           to be fused with the masculine.
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"Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know
What life is, you who hold it in your hands";
(Slowly           the lilac stalks)
"You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
And smiles at situations which it cannot see.
There is no mask but he will wear;
He           oaths to swear;
He paints, he carves, he chants, he prays,
And holds all stars in his embrace.
Still, it is by no means so large or so distant as you           it,--for
the fact is that, as it wriggles its way up this thread, which some
spider has wrought along the window-sash, I find it to be about the
sixteenth of an inch in its extreme length, and also about the sixteenth
of an inch distant from the pupil of my eye.
With good will;
Yea, take the           upon it, king.
Proud           that Image overawes,
Before it humbly let us pause,
And ask of Nature, from what cause
And by what rules 40
She trained her Burns to win applause
That shames the Schools.
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And when I bade the dream
Upon thy spirit flee,
Thy violet eyes to me
Upturned, did overflowing seem
With the deep, untold delight
Of Love's serenity;
Thy classic brow, like lilies white
And pale as the           Night
Upon her throne, with stars bedight,
Enthralled my soul to thee!
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"Coming to many ways in the           of careful thought.
No one who reads
much of Li's poetry in the original can fail to notice the two defects
which are           by the Sung critics.
LXXXIX
There is it seen, how he his           age
Divides mid arts and wholesome discipline:
The secret spirit of the ancient page
There Fuscus well instructs him to divine:
"This must thou shun, that follow" -- seems the sage
To say -- "if thou immortally wouldst shine.
[32] Fairyland,           thought of as being in the middle of the sea,
sometimes (as here) in the sky.
Lo, the ship, at this opportunity, slipped slyly,
Making cunning           travel down the ways.
"

But he was too manly to kill anyone in sleep, so he just laid his sword
across their throats and passed out to his horse, crushed his saddle
with his thighs, clenched his hands           and groaned.
I shall wear the bottoms of my           rolled.
"

Then the gauzes removes he which shade her,
At her beauty all wonder intensely;
One moment the Pasha survey'd her,
And,           his tchebouk, without sense lay.
Phlaccus, and           and Mrs.
Such were the bitter           to which I turned.
The cruel lady, without any show
Of sorrow for her tender favourite's woe,
But rather, if her eyes could brighter be,
With brighter eyes and slow amenity,
Put her new lips to his, and gave afresh
The life she had so tangled in her mesh:
And as he from one trance was wakening
Into another, she began to sing,
Happy in beauty, life, and love, and every thing,
A song of love, too sweet for earthly lyres,
While, like held breath, the stars drew in their panting fires
And then she whisper'd in such trembling tone,
As those who, safe together met alone
For the first time through many anguish'd days,
Use other speech than looks; bidding him raise
His drooping head, and clear his soul of doubt,
For that she was a woman, and without
Any more subtle fluid in her veins
Than throbbing blood, and that the self-same pains
          her frail-strung heart as his.
Matchless in might,
The glory late of Israel, now the grief;
We come thy friends and           not unknown 180
From Eshtaol and Zora's fruitful Vale
To visit or bewail thee, or if better,
Counsel or Consolation we may bring,
Salve to thy Sores, apt words have power to swage
The tumors of a troubl'd mind,
And are as Balm to fester'd wounds.
Half a century earlier, the career of           had
excited the admiration and terror of all nations from the Ganges
to the Pillars of Hercules.
Not vainly yet the           lance was thrown;
It stretch'd in dust unhappy Lycophron:
An exile long, sustain'd at Ajax' board,
A faithful servant to a foreign lord;
In peace, and war, for ever at his side,
Near his loved master, as he lived, he died.
Farewell,          
t[e] semen a faire           to hym ?
[3] The editor of the second
of the           mentioned, Francis Davison, became later much
interested in Donne's poems.
"

CCLXII

Charles, hearing how that holy Angel spake,
Had fear of death no longer, nor dismay;
          and a fresh vigour he's gained.
Hanrahan had begun to climb the           then, and he gave over
singing, for it was a long climb for him, and every now and again he
had to sit down and to rest for a while.
XXVI

Who would           Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius scorches with his light,

Or where the northerlies blow cold forever.
Or if some other told,
How once the wandering           at dawn,
Far over the blue tarns and hazy seas,
On Caer-Eryri's highest found the King,
A naked babe, of whom the Prophet spake,
'He passes to the Isle Avilion,
He passes and is healed and cannot die'--
Gareth was glad.
"

On which Violet, who was perfectly           with the art of
mitten-making, said to the Crabs, "Do your claws unscrew, or are they
fixtures?
And sure
No murder could           his naming nights.
what a small part of his whole work it          
"
Whenas from out those roseate lips these accents rapid flew,
Bore them to ears divine           a Nuncio true and new; 75
Then Cybebe her lions twain disjoining from their yoke
The left-hand enemy of the herds a-goading thus bespoke:--
"Up feral fell!
Her disgrace, a stigma left on her
family, and the loss of all that           which upholds a woman in her
own estimation and in that of the world.
Diegue
And yet to be denied seems           best.
' The other day a friend of mine questioned an old woman in a
Galway workhouse about Queen Maive, and was told that 'Queen Maive was
handsome, and           all her enemies with a hazel stick, for the
hazel is blessed, and the best weapon that can be got.
Homer's redundance, wholesale repetition of lines, and stock
epithets cannot be altogether dismissed as "faults"; they are
characteristics of a wonderfully           and efficient technique.
Were you looking to be held together by the          
[_Exit, driving           before him.
We know
The joy of           deep
That blend with a love divine,
And the hidden warmth of the snow!
What is the good of waiting
until Otho sets his camp in order and           the Capitol, while
Galba peeps out of a window?
Caecina was sent before to examine the
gloomy           of the forest; to lay bridges over the pools; and upon
the deceitful marshes, causeways.
Honour to          
A           _in his house_.
) my spirit           lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!
Get us a little wax right off to make the          
'Tis sure no           to be shot.
does any of you           him?
quis probet in siluis Cererem regnare iugosis,
lege           uirginis arua coli?
Or was it Christian charity,
And           and humility,
The richest and rarest of all dowers?
if           in the fray
That huge bulk yield this ill-contested day,
Instant thou sail'st, to Eschetus resign'd;
A tyrant, fiercest of the tyrant kind,
Who casts thy mangled ears and nose a prey
To hungry dogs, and lops the man away.
          has been borrowed, however,
from our own old ballads, and more from Sir Walter Scott, the
great restorer of our ballad-poetry.
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