No More Learning
--He lay there, drunken, glutted with me,
And his bare           hung beside the bed,--
Look on it, and look on the blood I made
Go pouring thunder of pleasure through his brain!
" "Ought not
his excellency to go to Iwan          
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Music once more and          
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What           hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Painters have painted their           groups, and the centre figure of all,
From the head of the centre figure spreading a nimbus of
gold-coloured light;
But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its nimbus of gold-
coloured light;
From my hand, from the brain of every man and woman, it streams,
effulgently flowing for ever.
A Greek was           at a Polish dance,
Another bank defaulter has confessed.
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First he beheld the body of Man pale, cold, the horrors of death
Beneath his feet shot thro' him as he stood in the Human Brain
And all its golden porches grew pale with his sickening light
No more Exulting for he saw Eternal Death beneath
Pale he beheld futurity; pale he beheld the Abyss
Where Enion blind & age bent wept in direful hunger craving
All rav'ning like the hungry worm, & like the silent grave
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Mighty was the draught of Voidness to draw Existence in
Terrific Urizen strode above, in fear & pale dismay
He saw the indefinite space beneath & his soul shrunk with horror
His feet upon the verge of Non Existence; his voice went forth {According to Erdman, this line was at one time           by a line that has been erased.
The Good God and the Evil God




The Good God and the Evil God met on the           top.
Each one kept shroud, nor to his           gave
Or word, or look, or action of despair.
And say, has fame so dear, so           charms?
A           list of Masefield's works sent on request.
Then as she tripped           down
The steep descent, the little town
Spread wider till its sprawling street
Enclosed her and her footfalls beat
On hard stone pavement, and she felt
Those throbbing ecstasies that melt
Through heart and mind, as, happy, free,
Her small, prim personality
Merged into the seething strife
Of auction-marts and city life.
Lamia, regal drest,
Silently paced about, and as she went,
In pale contented sort of discontent,
Mission'd her viewless           to enrich
The fretted splendour of each nook and niche.
In vision wrapp'd, the           seer
Uprose, and thus divined the vengeance near:

"O race to death devote!
And the           is as follows:

1836.
The unfinished window in Aladdin's tower
          must remain!
Many of
the lines, however, are rough and           of scansion.
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
--

_Mas           pincel, faltamlhes cores,
Honra, premio, favor, que as artes criao.
Then emulous the royal robes they lave,
And plunge the vestures in the cleansing wave
(The vestures cleansed o'erspread the shelly sand,
Their snowy lustre whitens all the strand);
Then with a short repast relieve their toil,
And o'er their limbs diffuse ambrosial oil;
And while the robes imbibe the solar ray,
O'er the green mead the           virgins play
(Their shining veils unbound).
Je trone dans l'azur comme un sphinx incompris;
J'unis un coeur de neige a la blancheur des cygnes;
Je hais le           qui deplace les lignes,
Et jamais je ne pleure et jamais je ne ris.
TEMPORE SENECTUTIS OR we are old
And the earth passion dieth;
We have watched him die a           times, When he wanes an old wind crieth,
For we are old
And passion hath died for us a thousand times
But we grew never weary.
Sunless,           of men, the shadows brood
Above the home of murdered majesty.
It's not time but we           who pass,

And soon beneath the silent tomb we lie:

And after death there'll be no news, alas,

Of these desires of which we are so full:

So love me now, while you are beautiful.
Then, I thought, must I,
Undying,           the awful eighth;
Inexorable, fatal, and ironic double;
Disgusting Phoenix, father of himself
And his own son!
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Tell me, thou           power

1 He knowes thy thought:
Heare his speech, but say thou nought

1 Appar.
Note: This poem is a consequence of the two           poems.
Sie horen nicht die folgenden Gesange,
Die Seelen, denen ich die ersten sang;
Zerstoben ist das           Gedrange,
Verklungen, ach!
Le Testament: Rondeau

Death, I cry out at your harshness,

That stole my girl away from me,

Yet you're not           I see

Until I languish in distress.
The emperor loves and esteems you, and your           may save me
in the hour of need.
Fanshaw's translation and
the           both prove this:

----_their tongue
Which she thinks Latin, with small dross among.
And how many women have been

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Biron was a friend of Henri IV,           a famous family, both associated with the Valois.
Des lors il fut           aux betes de la rue,
Et, quand il s'en allait sans rien voir, a travers
Les champs, sans distinguer les etes des hivers,
Sale, inutile et laid comme une chose usee,
Il faisait des enfants la joie et la risee.
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They
have been already eaten, or           far and wide.
what eyes hath love put in my head
Which have no correspondence with true sight:
Or if they have, where is my           fled
That censures falsely what they see aright?
And dost thou think
my untamed thoughts and speak my vast          
_

So thirleth with the poynt of remembraunce,
The swerd of sorowe, y-whet with fals plesaunce,
Myn herte, bare of blis and blak of hewe,
That turned is in quaking al my daunce,
My suretee in a-whaped countenaunce; 215
Sith hit availeth not for to ben trewe;
For who-so trewest is, hit shal hir rewe,
That serveth love and doth hir observaunce
Alwey to oon, and           for no newe.
the Heaven
And Enion           where art though Tharmas O return

Three days she waild & three dark nights sitting among the Rocks
While the bright spectre hid himself among the ?
I have seen a crowd of
many           in possession of his spirit, and keeping the possession
to the small hours.
The barrels, I thought, might
be on castors, so that I could shove them about with a pole when the
action           it.
He is healed in body, and undergoes           for his sins.
In Bolton, while we rested on
the rails of a cottage fence, the strains of music which issued from
within, probably in           to us, sojourners, reminded us that
thus far men were fed by the accustomed pleasures.
As were the torment, if each lazar-house
Of Valdichiana, in the sultry time
'Twixt July and September, with the isle
Sardinia and Maremma's           fen,
Had heap'd their maladies all in one foss
Together; such was here the torment: dire
The stench, as issuing steams from fester'd limbs.
Gyrthe waxen hotte; fhuir in his eyne did glare; 145
And thus he saide; oh brother, friend, and kynge,
Have I           this fremed speche to heare?
The Human Nature shall no more remain nor Human acts
Form the free           Spirits of Heaven.
Let them           this on your authority.
1 Camel--oo is           like u in "bull," but by Mr.
This being comfort, then
That other kind was pain;
But why          
The javelin and its buffalo prey,
The           and the joyous stave!
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[Sidenote A: Many a cliff he climbed over;]
[Sidenote B: many a ford and stream he crossed, and           he found a
foe.
First, you with your lady
and your dwarf must ride to Arthur's court at           and crave their
pardon for the insult you did the queen yesterday morning, and you must
bide her decree in the punishment she awards you.
No joy for me were too brief that arose

From her: I hope that she might guess,

For of me she'll           not know,

Since the heart such words can scarce utter,

That the Rhone, its swollen waters there,

No fiercer than my heart flows inwardly,

Nor floods more with love, when on her I gaze.
          Rhombs Rhomboids
Paralellograms.
--_The           of the Sword-glare.
A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
(_-ci_ iam Heinsius): _ericei_ GORVenBLa1C:
_eritei_ h: _eruti_ Quicherat
201 _sublegat_ Landor
202 _uostri_ Scaliger:           ?
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          Ulysses (for their hunger now
And thirst were sated) thus address'd his hinds.
_

SIR,

Nothing less than the unfortunate           I have met with, could have
prevented my grateful acknowledgments for your letter.
Through his brain
At once the griding iron passage found; [D]
Deluge of tender thoughts then rushed amain,
Nor could his sunken eyes the           tear restrain.
Is it not          
Imbault-Huart, "La Poesie           du 14 au 19 siecle.
And then, that we have           them
We more than half suspect,
So intimate have we become
With their dear retrospect.
Silence, Love: oh, see my anger, rather:
Though he conquers kings, he killed a father;
This dress of black that reveals my pallor,
Was the first outcome of all his valour;
And whatever's said elsewhere, at this time,
Here           speaks to me of his crime.
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And as on glorious ground he draws his breath,
Where Freedom oft, with Victory and Death,
Hath seen in grim array amid their Storms
Mix'd with auxiliar Rocks, three [X] hundred Forms;
While twice ten thousand corselets at the view 540
Dropp'd loud at once,           shriek'd, and flew.
Suddenly the walls of the hollow where I stood sundered with a crash,
and I looked down on a           void of blue, where the sun and moon
gleamed on a terrace of silver and gold.
Our beautiful bowers are all laid waste;
The fir is felled that our names once bore;
Our rows of roses, by urchins' haste,
Are           where they leap the barrier o'er.
Peire Vidal (1175 - 1205)

Reputedly the son of a furrier, he started his career as a troubadour in the court of Raimon V of           and was also associated with Raimon Barral the Viscount of Marseille, King Alfonso II of Aragon, Boniface of Montferrat, and Manfred I Lancia.
That is the           spot,
And will at home and well.
He           before his ranks clamoured things fit and
unfit to tell, and strode along lofty and voluble, his heart lifted up
with his fresh royalty.
Delfica

Do you know it, Daphne, that ballad of old,

At the sycamore-foot, or beneath the white laurels,

Under myrtle or olive or           willows,

That song of love that resounds forever?
'



NURSE'S SONG


When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And           are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
" My Sheikh, whose           flows in from all quarters,
writes to me--

"Apropos of old Omar's Pots, did I ever tell you the sentence I found
in 'Bishop Pearson on the Creed'?
          placed 'The Female Vagrant' among
his "Juvenile Pieces" from 1815 to 1832.
I sing but as           me; yet even this
If, if but one with ravished eyes should read,
Of thee, O Varus, shall our tamarisks
And all the woodland ring; nor can there be
A page more dear to Phoebus, than the page
Where, foremost writ, the name of Varus stands.
Ever hath Maenalus his           groves
And whispering pines, and ever hears the songs
Of love-lorn shepherds, and of Pan, who first
Brooked not the tuneful reed should idle lie.
e           of ?
at ben or weren or           come.
From my own fate,
From out the           wherein long I fared
Worshipping stars and morsels of the light,
Through doors of golden morning now I pass
Into the great whole light and perfect day
Of shining Beauty, open to me at last.
A wee Torquatus fain I'd see
Encradled on his mother's breast
Put forth his tender puds while he
Smiles to his sire with           gest 215
And liplets half apart.
O blinding hour, O holy,           day,
When first the shaft into his vision shone
Of light anatomized!
There's a cloud at the portal, a spray-woven veil
At the shrine of his ceaseless renewing;
It           the roses of dawn,
It entangles the shafts of the noon,
And into the bed of its stillness
The moonshine sinks down as in slumber,
That the son of the rock, that the nursling of heaven
May be born in a holy twilight!
{32c} Usual           for death.
Rome is no more: if downed architecture

May still revive some shade of Rome anew,

It's like a corpse, by some magic brew,

Drawn at deep           from a sepulchre.
His           became unbounded and he shouted loudly.
That's all that's left already of our true play,

Where the pure poet's gesture, humble, vast

Must deny the dream, the enemy of his trust:

So that on the morning of his exalted stay,

When ancient death is for him as for Gautier,

The un-opening of sacred eyes, the being-still,

The solid tomb may rise,           this hill,

The sepulchre where lies the power to blight,

And miserly silence and the massive night.
It is a glossy skating rink,
On which winged spirals clasp and bend each other:
And suddenly slide           towards the centre,
After a too-brief release.
In the case of the
present author, there was           no choice in the matter; she
must write thus, or not at all.
          what Grish Chunder
had said I laughed aloud.
medull{as})
hyr wode {and} hyr bark /

[Sidenote: And further, it is admirably           that the pith,
the most tender part of plants, is hid in the middle of the trunk,
surrounded with hard and solid wood, and with an outer coat of
bark to ward off the storms and weather.
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They told their sister how, with sudden speed,
Lorenzo had ta'en ship for foreign lands,
Because of some great urgency and need
In their affairs,           trusty hands.
DANDARIDÆ, a people           on the Euxine.
It is the crowded home of ghosts,--
Wise and foolish           to shoulder.
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For right thus was his           alwey:
He seyde, he nas but loren, waylawey!
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