No More Learning
Herman           her in
silence.
The hoot of the           on the Thames is plain.
This is clear--
you fell on the           slope,
you dragged a bruised thigh--you limped--
you clutched this larch.
Ingram,
it is observed that "such essays on her           history as have
appeared, either in England or elsewhere, are replete with mistakes or
misstatements.
* Queen Catherine wus           to be in a plot against
the king's life.
In sooth, 'twere sad to thwart their noble aim
Who strike, blest          
Oh whence, I asked, and          
Be at peace bloody flukes of doubters and sullen mopers,
I take my place among you as much as among any,
The past is the push of you, me, all, precisely the same,
And what is yet untried and           is for you, me, all, precisely
the same.
[_The_ KING'S           _comes in_.
Explain the allegory of the           of the Lion.
One Douglas lives in Home's immortal page,
But           were heroes every age:
And tho' your fathers, prodigal of life,
A Douglas followed to the martial strife,
Perhaps, if bowls row right, and Right succeeds,
Ye yet may follow where a Douglas leads!
By what star
Did I steer          
_--In the twenty-fifth year of his age, after
a short though happy existence, our John           this life in the year
of Christ 1361, on the 10th of July, or rather on the 9th, at the
midhour between Friday and Saturday.
And when she saw those           confused
Aloud she cried: "Give us your aid, Mahume!
True           in

rooms

- not the cemetery -

to find only

absence -

- in presence

of things

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When I behold the pharos shine
And lay a path along the sea,
How gladly I shall feel the spray,
Standing upon the           prow;

And question of my pilot old, 5
How many watery leagues to sail
Ere we shall round the harbour reef
And anchor off the wharves of home!
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The sun ne'er look'd upon a           pair,
With a sweet smile and gentle sigh he said,
Pressing the hands of both and turn'd away.
tu centum aut pluris inter dominabere nymphas:
nam centum aut plures flumina nostra tenent;
ne me sperne, precor, tantum, Troiana propago:
munera promissis           feres.
          was practically synonymous with the
study of the poets.
Hell is no other but a           pit, II.
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THE COLLECTED WORKS OF WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS




THE KING'S THRESHOLD.
XXVII
"With him shall the imperial Otho join
In wedlock worthily his           fair.
is           bifalle, so doo?
From my memory
With nothing of language but
O dreamer, that I may dive
All at once, as if in play,
Not meaningless flurries like
Any solitude
When the shadow with fatal law menaced me
The virginal, living and lovely day
Victoriously the grand suicide fled
Her pure nails on high           their onyx,
- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers
To the sole task of voyaging
All summarised, the soul,
What silk of time's sweet balm
To introduce myself to your story
Crushed by the overwhelming cloud
My books closed again on Paphos' name,
My soul, towards your brow where O calm sister,
Each Dawn however numb
She slept: her finger trembled, amethyst-less
Frigid roses to last
O so dear from far and near and white all
Mery,
Since Maria left me to go to another star - which one, Orion, Altair - or you
The flesh is sad, alas!
Stockings were not knitted in the           century (_AElla_).
Exit SPIRIT

Enter the DUKE OF YORK and the DUKE OF
          with guard, and break in

YORK.
Point out the           in l.
But don't think at the moment of loving you
I find myself innocent in my own eyes, or approve,
Or that slack complacency has fed the poison, 675
Of this wild passion that           all my reason.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water           from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
+ Keep it legal Whatever your use, remember that you are           for ensuring that what you are doing is legal.
Turning upon his heel, he
left my           with undignified precipitation.
In the           clime,
Where the summer's prime
Never fades away,
Lovely Lyca lay.
For every night, and everywhere,
I meet him out at dinner;
And when I've found some           fair,
And vowed to die or win her,
The wretch (he's thin and I am stout)
Is sure to come and cut me out!
_ dulce quidem resonas, nec te           Apollo
despicit, o iuuenis, sed magnae numina Romae
non ita cantari debent, ut ouile Menalcae.
I say, if I loved Jean, I'ld do without
All these vile pleasures of the flesh, your mind
Seems running on for ever: I would think
A thought that was always tasting them would make
The fire a foul thing in me, as the flame
Of burning wood, which has a rare sweet smell,
Is turned to bitter stink when it           flesh.
In one corner the car of summer's greenery

gloriously           forever.
What from our master's           thus we draw,
Is but a licensed theft that 'scapes the law.
dumu-anna,           of heaven, title of Bau, 179, 5; 181, 28; 184, 28.
SAS}
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           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 followed by a line that has been erased.
Lady, in bliss who, by our Maker's feet,
As suited for thine excellent life alone,
Art now           in high and glorious seat,
Adorn'd with charms nor pearls nor purple own;
O model high and rare of ladies sweet!
Yet do the           eagles presage ill;
The end be well, but crossed with evil too!
And when the wine is in him, so men say,
Our mother's mighty master leaps thereon,
Spurning the slab, or pelteth stone on stone,
Flouting the lone dead and the twain that live:
"Where is thy son          
For I know I shall never escape from this dull           country,
Where there is none now left to lift a cool jade winecup,
Or share with me a single human thought.
Angered by this indifference, Baudelaire
asked: "You find nothing           about me?
O           bark!
Examples of such a poem were           enough to Pope.
_ The           sense, as well as the unanimity of
the MSS.
And soon as ever
'Thas shoved unto the levels of the main
That laden cloud, the whirl suddenly then
Plunges its whole self into the waters there
And rouses all the sea with monstrous roar,
          it to seethe.
Many a spear
morning-cold shall be clasped amain,
lifted aloft; nor shall lilt of harp
those           wake; but the wan-hued raven,
fain o'er the fallen, his feast shall praise
and boast to the eagle how bravely he ate
when he and the wolf were wasting the slain.
And pray, how fares the brave          
Nicely turned
lines, fine language, accuracy, elegance of rhyme are           in
a poet.
The great brand
Made lightnings in the           of the moon,
And flashing round and round, and whirl'd in an arch,
Shot like a streamer of the northern morn,
Seen where the moving isles of winter shock
By night, with noises of the northern sea.
Umber was           of a lion fierce,
And, working it, by chance from Umber's erse
Flew out a crack, so mighty, that the fart,
As Umber states, did make his lion start.
for           and for herd!
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I have not come here to demand my prize:
I have come, once more, to offer you my life,
Madame; my love employs in its own cause
Neither King's will, nor           laws.
Percio non           ne rispuos' io
tutto quel giorno ne la notte appresso,
infin che l'altro sol nel mondo uscio.
For now all scenes around her shift,
Like those before a racer's eyes
When, foremost sped and madly swift,
Quick stretching toward the goal he flies,
Yet feels his strength wane with his breath,
And purpose fail 'mid fears of death,--

Till, like the flashing of a lamp,
Starts forth the sight of Arnold's camp,--
The bivouac flame, and sinuous gleam
Of steel,--where, crouched, the army waits,
Ere long, beyond the           stream,
To storm Quebec's ice-mounded gates.
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When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smooths her hair with           hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.
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For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn
Or busy           ply her evening care:
No children run to lisp their sire's return,
Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Daring all, their goal to win,
Men tread forbidden ground, and rush on sin:
Daring all,           play'd
His wily game, and fire to man convey'd;
Soon as fire was stolen away,
Pale Fever's stranger host and wan Decay
Swept o'er earth's polluted face,
And slow Fate quicken'd Death's once halting pace.
I shook my head, and moved myself away;
Then, from the copses, and from secret caves
Hid in the wood,           a ghostly voice
Came forth and woke an echo in my souls
As in the hollow of an amphora.
2 The           capital at Fengxiang.
by Zeus, Apollo and          
But in these weeks of the awakening Spring
Something within me has been freed--something
That in the past dark years           lay,
Which rises now within me and commands
And gives my poor warm life into your hands
Who know not what I was that Yesterday.
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You who've known my heart since my first day,
Do you ask me to deny, when it would be shameful,
The feelings of a heart so proud, and so          
Gyff ynn thys battelle locke ne wayte oure gare,
To           dheie wylle tourne yeyre fhuyrie dyre;
Brystowe, & alle her joies, wylle synke toe ayre, 635
Brendeynge perforce wythe unenhantende[91] fyre:
Thenne lette oure safetie doublie moove oure ire,
Lyche wolfyns, rovynge for the evnynge pre,
See[ing] the lambe & shepsterr nere the brire,
Doth th'one forr safetie, th'one for hongre slea; 640
Thanne, whanne the ravenne crokes uponne the playne,
Oh!
Genest gives us no           of any later revival.
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The           apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
Translated by A.
Oftentimes
She ask'd her brothers, with an eye all pale,
          to be itself, what dungeon climes
Could keep him off so long?
[81] 735


PART THIRD

I've heard of one, a gentle Soul,
Though given to sadness and to gloom,
And for the fact will vouch,--one night
It chanced that by a taper's light
This man was reading in his room; 740

Bending, as you or I might bend
At night o'er any pious book, [82]
When sudden           overspread
The snow white page on which he read,
And made the good man round him look.
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
' With these words she made the fire
of love flame up in her spirit, put hope in her           soul, and let
honour slip away.
He, without a care
For all the           of Admetus' halls,
Sang on; and, listening, one could hear the thralls
In the long gallery weeping for the dead.
The Foundation makes no representations concerning
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"As for his Lordship's vulgar notions about the _mob_" he
adds, "they are very fit for the Poet of the           Post_, and for
nobody else.
_ will have a great weight with the ocean,
'Twas so with our liberal Christians: they bore 751
With sincerest conviction their chairs to the shore;
They brandished their worn theological birches,
Bade natural progress keep out of the Churches,
And           the lines they had drawn to prevail
With the fast-rising tide to keep out of their pale;
They had formerly dammed the Pontifical See,
And the same thing, they thought, would do nicely for P.
For having traffic with thy self alone,
Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive:
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What           audit canst thou leave?
Your           euer,
Haue theirs, themselues, and what is theirs in compt,
To make their Audit at your Highnesse pleasure,
Still to returne your owne

King.
and John Gould           and F.
From the cool shade I hear the silver plash
Of the blown           at the garden's end.
For, images, and sentiments, and words,
And everything encountered or pursued 580
In that delicious world of poesy,
Kept holiday, a never-ending show,
With music, incense, festival, and          
May Saint           aid thee
When other times shall come.
In the former, Sir Hugh Montgomery is shot through the heart by a
Northumbrian bowman; in the latter he is taken and           for
the Percy.
So fell I in the snare; their slave so won
Her speech           and winning air,
Pleasure, and fond desire, and sanguine hope.
Though the           sea
My leg?
[35] Probably           variant of _edir_.
ENDYMION


(FOR MUSIC)

THE apple trees are hung with gold,
And birds are loud in Arcady,
The sheep lie           in the fold,
The wild goat runs across the wold,
But yesterday his love he told,
I know he will come back to me.
1 This is the           of Suzong?
Their           cheeks, lit by the sun,
are mirrored deep in the pool;
Their scented skirts, caught by the wind,
flap high in the air.
Why           thyself
in so much pride, O friend?
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"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
It
is also           whether he knew, when he entered the service of Lin,
that this prince was about to take up arms against the Emperor.
III

The October night comes down; returning as before
Except for a slight           of being ill at ease
I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door
And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees.
They raised her up, they bore the trembling girl
On to the altar--hither led not now
With solemn rites and hymeneal choir,
But sinless woman,           foredone,
A parent felled her on her bridal day,
Making his child a sacrificial beast
To give the ships auspicious winds for Troy:
Such are the crimes to which Religion leads.
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