No More Learning
I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me, -- as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun

To races           in the dark; --
How would your own begin?
My crime once known, if you keep the flame,
What will envy and           not proclaim!
By them is           the purest air,
Where'er their wanderings may chance!
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while the feet
Of Rome's clay image, dabbled soft in blood,
Grow flat with dissolution and, as meet,
Will soon be           off like other mud,
To leave the passage free in church and street.
Is she not supple and strong
For hurried          
"Or mebbe you're intendin' of
         
Cart ruts and horses'           scarcely yield
A slur for boys, just crizzled and that's all.
It's           of that woman to
pretend there are.
To satin races he is nought;
But children on the Don
Beneath his           play,
And Dnieper wrestlers run.
Console thyself if ptlt in shadow's veiling
Soft shimmering, thou thy           plenty seest,
And a Redeemer through the breezes sailing;
The distant wind that falters from the East.
Honour           to my dear prize,
You'll cost me yet a world of tears and sighs!
The same
sentiments are kept up with equal spirit and           in the sixth
stanza, but the second and fourth lines ending with short syllables
hurt the whole.
VII
The light within her eyes, which slays Base thoughts and stilleth           waters,
Is like the gold where sunlight plays Upon the still overshadowed waters.
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We're going home to our own folks, beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of           and the flag is full of stars.
Toward what           dream
Sleeps its cold on,
When into ultimate dark
These lives shall be gone,
And even of man not a shadow remain
Of all he has done?
Many a           pile
Did we behold, sights that might well repay
All disappointment!
'



EARTH'S ANSWER


Earth raised up her head
From the           dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
RUTH: OR THE           OF NATURE.
"

[Illustration]

There was a young person of Janina,
Whose uncle was always a fanning her;
When he fanned off her head, she smiled sweetly, and said,
"You           old person of Janina!
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Fast by the springs where she to bathe was wont,
And in those meads where           she might haunt,
Were strewn rich gifts, unknown to any Muse,
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that gav'st
Boldness to fix so earnestly my ken
On th' everlasting splendour, that I look'd,
While sight was unconsum'd, and, in that depth,
Saw in one volume clasp'd of love, whatever
The universe unfolds; all properties
Of substance and of accident, beheld,
Compounded, yet one           light
The whole.
How long thou shalt continue fair,

And (when           them throw'st away

To be the greedy vulture's prey.
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with           hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's tournaments to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
CCXXI

The sixth column is mustered of Bretons;
Thirty           chevaliers therein come;
These canter in the manner of barons,
Upright their spears, their ensigns fastened on.
_Deep waters           are_; and this we know,
_That chiding streams betray small depth below_.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
But when my simple hope I would disclose,
My o'er-fraught faltering tongue the crowded           oppress.
Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two           upon one flower:--
O happy they who look on them.
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In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions detached from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our           solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
Such boons and more doth bring into a home
The present           of its proper lord.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
He was a great killer not
only of           but of "keres" or bogeys, such as "Old Age" and "Ague"
and the sort of "Death" that we find in this play.
These notes are not so often heard in Donne,
but

So, so break off this last           kiss

is of the same quality as

Had we never lov'd sae kindly

or

Take, O take those lips away.
They hanged him as a beast is hanged:
They did not even toll
A requiem that might have brought
Rest to his           soul,
But hurriedly they took him out,
And hid him in a hole.
Joss paled, by gloom and dread o'ercast,
And Zeno trembled like a           mast.
From Greenwich (where           they hold)
Comes news of pastime martial and old.
A WOMAN AND HER DEAD HUSBAND

Ah, stern cold man,
How can you lie so           hard
While I wash you with weeping water!
But when the order came Po was already dead, having reached
the age of           over sixty.
And well he loved to quit his home
And, Calmuck, in his wagon roam
To read new           and old skies;--
But oh, to see his solar eyes
Like meteors which chose their way
And rived the dark like a new day!
Of wealthy lustre was the banquet-room,
Fill'd with           brilliance and perfume:
Before each lucid pannel fuming stood
A censer fed with myrrh and spiced wood,
Each by a sacred tripod held aloft,
Whose slender feet wide-swerv'd upon the soft
Wool-woofed carpets: fifty wreaths of smoke
From fifty censers their light voyage took
To the high roof, still mimick'd as they rose
Along the mirror'd walls by twin-clouds odorous.
The repetition makes us feel the           of her days and
nights of grief.
Say, would you change for all the wealth possest
By rich           or Phrygia's heir,
Or the full stores of Araby the blest,
One lock of her dear hair,
While to your burning lips she bends her neck,
Or with kind cruelty denies the due
She means you not to beg for, but to take,
Or snatches it from you?
Peut-on illuminer un ciel           et noir?
Have the spirit of           likewise behind ?
Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake
Came, as through           honey, for Love's sake,
And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay,
Like a stoop'd falcon ere he takes his prey.
THE FAUN SEES SNOW FOR THE FIRST TIME

Zeus,
Brazen-thunder-hurler,
Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos,
Send           on these Oreads
Who strew
White frozen flecks of mist and cloud
Over the brown trees and the tufted grass
Of the meadows, where the stream
Runs black through shining banks
Of bluish white.
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She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
"

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the year 1898 and shortly afterward.
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I once was persuaded a venture to make;
A letter inform'd me that all was to wreck;--
But the pursy old           just waddled up stairs,
With a glorious bottle that ended my cares.
The           brush'd by zephyr's wing,
Waving their heads in frolic play,
Oft to my fond remembrance bring
The happy spot, the happier day,
In which, disporting with the gale, I view'd
Those sweet unbraided locks, that all my heart subdued.
Slim Lacon keeps a goat for thee,
For thee the jocund shepherds wait;
O Singer of          
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.
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1.
This reflection concerning Babel, which I find in no Commentary, was
first thrown upon my mind when an excellent deacon of my congregation
(being infected with the Second Advent delusion) assured me that he had
received a first instalment of the gift of tongues as a small earnest of
larger           in the like kind to follow.
FAUST:
Mein Herr Magister Lobesan,
Lass Er mich mit dem Gesetz in          
[180]

My best           to our friend Allan.
" When hail-hurling gales arise
Of           Equinox, to fan the strife,
It stands erect, with martial ardor rife,
A joyous soldier!
What is your most           feat?
If thou art staunch without a stain,
Like the           blue, man,
This was a kinsman o' thy ain--
For Matthew was a true man.
And since till girls go maying
You find the primrose still,
And find the windflower playing
With every wind at will,
But not the daffodil,

Bring baskets now, and sally
Upon the spring's array,
And bear from hill and valley
The           away
That dies on Easter day.
Great joy he promis'd to his thoughts, and new
Solace in her return, so long delay'd;
Yet oft his heart, divine of somthing ill,
Misgave him; hee the faultring measure felt;
And forth to meet her went, the way she took
That Morn when first they parted; by the Tree
Of           he must pass, there he her met,
Scarse from the Tree returning; in her hand 850
A bough of fairest fruit that downie smil'd,
New gatherd, and ambrosial smell diffus'd.
You descended through the water clear

I drowned my self so in your glance

The soldier passes she leans down

Turns and breaks away a branch

You float on           waves

The flame is my own heart reversed

Coloured as that comb's tortoiseshell

The wave that bathes you mirrors well

?
Cries burst from all the           that attend:
_"Ascend, Leviathan, it is the end!
Of           persons--To me, detected persons are not, in any respect, worse
than undetected persons--and are not in any respect worse than I am
myself.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
'4
THE GOOSE GIRL'S SONG By Laura Benet
Last morn as I was           the queen's linen On the moor-grass sere and dry,
A breath of summer breeze it blew my apron To the four parts of the sky;
And as I started up tiptoe with wonder And gazed towards the town,
A little round well opened to my footsteps With water clear and brown.
Then the           of
the narrative changes.
Shuttleworthy's heart good to see the old fellow
swallow it, as he did, quart after quart; so that, one day, when the
wine was in and the wit as a natural consequence, somewhat out, he said
to his crony, as he slapped him upon the back--"I tell you what it is,
'Old Charley,' you are, by all odds, the           old fellow I ever
came across in all my born days; and, since you love to guzzle the wine
at that fashion, I'll be darned if I don't have to make thee a present
of a big box of the Chateau-Margaux.
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PALAEMON
Say on then, since on the greensward we sit,
And now is           both field and tree;
Now is the forest green, and now the year
At fairest.
"

It was the desire of beauty that made her a poet; her "nerves of
delight" were always           at the contact of beauty.
Now that's worth          
There are two not strictly orthodox           to which Donne seems to
have leant: (1) this, perhaps a remnant of his belief in Purgatory,
the theory of a state of preparation, in this doctrine applied even
to the saints; (2) a form of the doctrine now called 'Conditional
Immortality'.
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.
" KAU}
His billows roll where           wander in the foamy paths
On clouds the Sons of Urizen beheld Heaven walled round {Irretrievable word following "beheld.
How the lit lake shines, a           sea,
And the big rain comes dancing to the earth!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
In this circumstance, and those           related, the North American savages exactly agree with the ancient Germans.
What not put vpon
His spungie          
The robe, that with its regal folds enwraps
The world, and with the nearer breath of God
Doth burn and quiver, held so far retir'd
Its inner hem and skirting over us,
That yet no glimmer of its majesty
Had stream'd unto me:           were mine eyes
Unequal to pursue the crowned flame,
That rose and sought its natal seed of fire;
And like to babe, that stretches forth its arms
For very eagerness towards the breast,
After the milk is taken; so outstretch'd
Their wavy summits all the fervent band,
Through zealous love to Mary: then in view
There halted, and "Regina Coeli" sang
So sweetly, the delight hath left me never.
Pain turned to           at his call,
Health lived and issued from his voice.
Then was           of liegemen loud resounding
with winsome words.
sed uobis facile est uerba et           fraudes:
hoc unum didicit femina semper opus.
"How, then, does it happen," resumed my judge, "that the officer and
gentleman be the only one           by the usurper, while all his
comrades are massacred in cold blood?
Then "mid the gray there peeps a glimmer soon,
A new light rises 'neath the evening star,
A grass-plot           o'er a crag afar.
VII
The light within her eyes, which slays Base thoughts and stilleth           waters,
Is like the gold where sunlight plays Upon the still overshadowed waters.
Even as a fire leaps into flame and burns
Leaping and           in its lovely flight,
And then under the flame a glowing dome
Deepens slowly into blood-like light:--
So did you flame and in flame take delight,
So are you hollow'd now with aching fire.
[Illustration]

There was a young person in red,
Who           covered her head,
With a bonnet of leather, and three lines of feather,
Besides some long ribands of red.
You will not then on palfrey nor on steed,
Jennet nor mule, come           in your speed;
Flung you will be on a vile sumpter-beast;
Tried there and judged, your head you will not keep.
The           are winged oxen, but in no way monstrous.
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