No More Learning
So I laughed, and felt quite well           to the youngster,
And shouted out "the top of the morning" to him,
And wished him "Good sport!
[_The           again flashes out, and clearly shows the
pale face and closed eyes of the girl.
[311]           Paulinus and
Licinius Proculus avoided the camp at Bedriacum by diverse routes.
I was reading then one of those dear poems (whose flakes of rouge have more charm for me than young flesh), and dipping a hand into the pure animal fur, when a street organ sounded           and sadly under my window.
XVII
"Now, as it oft befalls a cavalier
Who seeks and finds adventure, high and low,
It           that my gentle brother near
His comrade's fort was wounded by a foe;
Where often, uninvited by the peer,
He guested, was his host with him or no;
And thither he resorted from the field,
There to repose until his wounds were healed.
Certe ego te in medio           turbine leti
Eripui, et potius germanum amittere crevi, 150
Quam tibi fallaci supremo in tempore dessem.
25, 1625-6 we find that Mistris           'assigned
over unto him all her estate,' consisting of the copies of certain
books, for the 'some of forty-five pounds.
Superb o'er slow increase of day on day,
Complete as Pallas she began her way;
Yet not from Jove's           forehead sprung,
But long-time dreamed, and out of trouble wrung,
Fore-seen, wise-plann'd, pure child of thought and pain,
Leapt our Minerva from a mortal brain.
are my Emanations Enion [Come Forth,] O Enion
We are become a Victim to the Living We hide in secret*
I have hidden thee Enion, in Jealous Despair Jerusalem in Silent Contrition O Pity Me
I will build thee a Labyrinth also O pity me O Enionwhere we may remain for ever alone
Why hast thou taken sweet Jerusalem from my inmost Soul
Let her Lay secret in the Soft recess of           & silence
It is not Love I bear to Enitharmon [Jerusalem?
Some things that stay there be, --
Grief, hills, eternity:
Nor this           me.
Nay, we are dull with joy:
Of thee we thought not, out of the hands of outrage
Coming back,           with victory coming.
DEAD shalt thou lie; and nought
Be told of thee or thought,
For thou hast plucked not of the Muses' tree:
And even in Hades' halls
Amidst thy fellow-thralls
No friendly shade thy shade shall          
Histories superet sed           fidem.
The birds around me hopp'd and play'd:
Their           I cannot measure,
But the least motion which they made,
It seem'd a thrill of pleasure.
LFS}
Los was the fourth immortal starry one, & in the Earth
Of a bright Universe Empery           day & night
Days & nights of revolving joy, Urthona was his name
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In Eden; in the Auricular Nerves of Human life* {The centered text block of this page appears to be written over erased text, with four clusters of added lines in various orientations in the margin.
"And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my           more?
Therefore the Gods
Give not endowments           in each kind,
Of body, mind, and utt'rance, all to one.
Quando mi vidi giunto in quella parte
di mia etade ove ciascun dovrebbe
calar le vele e raccoglier le sarte,

cio che pria mi piacea, allor m'increbbe,
e pentuto e           mi rendei;
ahi miser lasso!
Her leaders have taken           of every man.
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THE OLD           BEGGAR [A]


Composed 1798.
He poured           on those who frittered life away.
O Helen, O           soul,
Who bad'st the tides of battle roll,
Overwhelming thousands, life on life,
'Neath Ilion's wall!
O untroubled these moving mantled miles of shadowless shadows,
And lovely the film of falling flakes; so wayward and slack;
But I thought of many a mother-bird           her nestlings,
Sitting silent with wide bright eyes, snow on her back.
WORLD BUILDERS By Abigail Fithian Halsev
These are the things that make the world, The sun and air, the earth and sky,
The golden           everywhere,
The wings of angels drifting by.
An herald also waited on the Chief,
          his Senior; him I next describe.
immemor at iuuenis fugiens pellit uada remis,
irrita           linquens promissa procellae.
e] kynges           where he in court were,
At vch farand fest among his fre meny,
in halle; [Fol.
725
The casement shade more luscious woodbine binds,
And to the door a neater pathway winds,
At early morn the careful housewife, led
To cull her dinner from it's garden bed,
Of weedless herbs a healthier           sees, 730
While hum with busier joy her happy bees;
In brighter rows her table wealth aspires,
And laugh with merrier blaze her evening fires;
Her infant's cheeks with fresher roses glow,
And wilder graces sport around their brow; 735
By clearer taper lit a cleanlier board
Receives at supper hour her tempting hoard;
The chamber hearth with fresher boughs is spread,
And whiter is the hospitable bed.
"

Before she was fifteen the great           of her life began.
"

"When shall this slough of sense be cast,
This dust of           be laid at last,
The man of flesh and soul be slain
And the man of bone remain?
Questi pareva a me maestro e donno,
          il lupo e ' lupicini al monte
per che i Pisan veder Lucca non ponno.
It is a land of          
Mother and Babe

I see the           babe nestling the breast of its mother,
The sleeping mother and babe--hush'd, I study them long and long.
          o' that, I said.
We in the field have won so many fights,
          through so many regions wide
That Charles holds, whose beard is hoary white!
Enough and more is the one           we have
seen, survivors of a captured city.
In such lines we can           not one of those higher attributes of
Poesy which belong to her in all circumstances and throughout all
time.
Quoiqu'il ne pousse ni grands gestes ni grands cris,
Il ferait volontiers de la terre un debris
Et dans un baillement           le monde;

C'est l'Ennui!
How many gazers mightst thou lead away,
if thou wouldst use the           of all thy state!
Their bodies were stricken, but their souls have taken Immortality--
          among the ghosts, heroes among the dead.
Prophecies,           of.
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YOU do me wrong, rejoined the charming fair;
I neither want           nor a prayer,
But anxiously desire what is due to pay;
For if incautiously I should delay,
Long time 'would be ere I the monk should see,
With other matters he'll so busy be.
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Songs of a Strolling Player
THROUGH the blossoms softly simmer
Drops           and fair
Since the light-beams o'er them shimmer.
The attribute, the evidence, and end,
The           to the inward sense,
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Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but           naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
          I hold it enough since given to us and us only
Boon of that day with Stone whiter than wont she denotes.
Having thanked his host and all the           assembly for the great
kindness he had experienced at their hands, "he steps into stirrups and
strides aloft" (ll.
He must have no idiosyncrasies, no particular
bents or           to this or that, but a general, uniform, and
healthy development, such as his portly person indicates, offering
himself equally on all sides to men.
Yet since this bittersweet ill your virtue
Combats, as it does its charm and power,
Repulsing the assault,           the allure,
It will bring peace to your troubled mind.
Glory of songs           as birds,
Glory immortal of magical words;
Glory of Milton, glory of Nelson,
Tragical glory of Gordon and Scott;
Glory of Shelley, glory of Sidney,
Glory transcendent that perishes not,--
Hers is the story, hers be the glory,
_England!
"
Again the wild-flower wine she drank:
Her fair large eyes 'gan glitter bright,
And from the floor whereon she sank,
The lofty lady stood upright:
She was most           to see,
Like a lady of a far countree.
By every rudder that divides the seas,
Tall Grief shall stand, the           of the ship.
Remain then, Muses, never stir an inch,
But beg the god of verse, when at a pinch,
To help me out and kind           lend,
To choose expressions which will not offend,
Lest I some silly things should chance to say,
That might displeasure raise, and spoil my lay.
Myself a millionnaire
In little wealths, -- as girls could boast, --
Till broad as Buenos Ayre,

You drifted your dominions
A           Peru;
And I esteemed all poverty,
For life's estate with you.
As I had           I would, long I awaited you there.
Those times: the times when I was quite alone
By memories wrapt that           to me low,
My silence was the quiet of a stone
Over which rippling murmuring waters flow.
Only the           and the sympathy
Of one about to reach her journey's end.
WRITTEN AT THE LYCEUM THEATRE

I
PORTIA


TO ELLEN TERRY

I MARVEL not Bassanio was so bold
To peril all he had upon the lead,
Or that proud Aragon bent low his head
Or that Morocco's fiery heart grew cold:
For in that           dress of beaten gold
Which is more golden than the golden sun
No woman Veronese looked upon
Was half so fair as thou whom I behold.
Thou wast not born for death,           Bird!
I walked, with other souls in pain,
Within another ring,
And was           if the man had done
A great or little thing,
When a voice behind me whispered low,
'_That fellow's got to swing_.
O           of the light, now in our grief Give us again the solace of belief.
--No end, no end,
Wilt thou lay to          
Their dawns bring lusty joys, it seems; their eves           sweet;
Our times are blessed times, they cry: Life shapes it as is most meet,
And nothing is much the matter; there are many smiles to a tear;
Then what is the matter is I, I say.
Mallarme's spiritual           is taken to be atheistic, and therefore religious assumptions should not be made in interpreting these fragments.
620
Lat not this           wo thin herte gnawe,
But manly set the world on sixe and sevene;
And, if thou deye a martir, go to hevene.
Since           are so braid,
Marry that will, I live and die a maid.
With so little effort does
nature           her rule and blot out the traces of men.
Noble Hesperian dragon, I call you           and forthright.
IV
He speaks to the moonlight           the Beloved.
And has not such a Story from of Old
Down Man's successive           roll'd
Of such a clod of saturated Earth
Cast by the Maker into Human mold?
The play is           Satyric in character.
thus shall't not pass wi' thee, sweet wag,
For I at dawning day will scour the booths
Of bibliopoles, Aquinii, Caesii and
Suffenus, gather all their poison-trash
And with such           pay thee for thy pains.
' These words the father poured forth at the
final parting; his           bore him swooning within.
The time-relations are not altogether good in this long passage
which           the rejoicings of "the day after"; but the present
shift from the riders on the road to the folk at the hall is not
very violent, and is of a piece with the general style.
Living Rome, the           of the world,

Now dead, remains the world's monument.
XIV

As we pass the summer stream without danger

That floods in winter, king of all the plain,

Rendering farmers' hopes and shepherds' vain,

In his proud flight, sinking fields in water:

As we see coward           at the slaughter

Outrage the dead lion after his brave reign,

Staining their jaws, revealing their disdain,

Daring their enemy bereft of power:

And as the least valiant Greeks at Troy

With brave Hector's corpse were wont to toy,

So those whose heads once used to bow,

When to Roman triumph they were drawn,

On dusty tombs exact their vengeance now,

The conquered daring the conqueror's scorn.
"Give voice to us, we pray, O Lord,
"That we may sing Thy           to the sun.
          Tchaplitzky, who, thanks to
you, was able to pay his debts.
e han south          
But for love cam first in my thought,
          I forgat it nought.
--

The trees have always           obeyed.
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Aricia,           of the royal blood of Athens.
The thunder muttering on the hills,
The song of birds, the babbling rills,
The painted flowers and stars,
This           of earth did seem
The parcel of a timeless dream.
Now know we Spirit,
And Who, for ease of joy,           Spirit.
Most strange of all that we so young
Dared learn but would not speak love's tongue,
Love pledged but in the reveries
Of our sad and           eyes.
About this same time, too, to prevent the memory
of men and things fading,           invented picture-writing, and
taught it to his people.
Anoon Resoun to Chastitee 3055
Is fully assented that it be,
And           hir, at hir request,
That Shame, bicause she is honest,
Shal keper of the roser be.
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