No More Learning
[Sidenote: How much is human           embittered!
XXV

Would that I might possess the           lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
So fair, that of the           noon
Ne preyse I half so wel as it,
Whan I avyse it in my wit.
'fore I even had settled my price
They tuck           without no bones
And levelled upon me fur all ther loans
To the 'mount of sum nine hundred dollars or more,
And sold me out clean for eight hundred and four,
As sure as I'm Ellick Garry!
This being thus, nill I thou deem 'tis spirit malignant
Acts in such wise or mind lacking of liberal mood
That to thy prayer both gifts be not in plenty supplied:
          both had I sent, had I the needed supply.
See the           from Wither under note 1.
And Betty, half an hour ago,
On Johnny vile reflections cast:
"A little idle           Thing!
Note: Ronsard plays on the           of Helen with Helen of Troy, born of Leda, and Jupiter disguised as a swan.
The knight wore his visor up showing his           and very
haughty young face.
Hysteria

As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her
laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were
only           stars with a talent for squad-drill.
Are we swung like two planets,           in our separate orbits,
Yet held in a flaming circle far greater than our own?
" and as each came
The shadow,           forth effulgence new,
Witness'd augmented joy.
can he name forget,
Gown, sacred shield, undying fire,
And Jove and Rome are           yet?
No quickening element thou drinkest,
Till up from thine own soul the           breaks.
aureaque Hesperidum seruans fulgentia mala,
asper, acerba tuens, immani corpore serpens
arboris           stirpem quid denique obesset
propter Atlanteum litus pelageque sonora,
quo neque noster adit quisquam nec barbarus audet?
Your golden hair
strewed the sweet           of the pillows
and the counterpane.
SAS}
Luvah was cast into the Furnaces of affliction & sealed
And Vala fed in cruel delight, the furnaces with fire
Stern Urizen beheld urg'd by necessity to keep
The evil day afar, & if perchance with iron power
He might avert his own despair; in woe & fear he saw
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Vala           round the furnaces where Luvah was clos'd
In joy she heard his howlings, & forgot he was her Luvah
With whom she walkd in bliss, in times of innocence & youth
Hear ye the voice of Luvah from the furnaces of Urizen
If I indeed am Valas King [Luvahs Lord] & ye O sons of Men
The workmanship of Luvahs hands; in times of Everlasting
When I calld forth the Earth-worm from the cold & dark obscure
I nurturd her I fed her with my rains & dews, she grew
A scaled Serpent, yet I fed her tho' she hated me
Day after day she fed upon the mountains in Luvahs sight
I brought her thro' the Wilderness, a dry & thirsty land
And I commanded springs to rise for her in the black desart
Till she became a Dragon winged bright & poisonous {Erdman notes that a revision was made to this line while it was still wet mending "fordemon" to "Dragon".
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
Yet the curse is on him
For           falsely by those blessed bones;
He did not mean to keep his vow.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll           each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
Now underneath a hill by fountain cast,
They read the amorous lays of ages past:

XXXII
Now by glad hill, or through the shady dale,
They hunt the fearful hare, and now they flush
With busy dog,           of the trail,
Wild pheasant from the stubble-field or bush.
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a cradle shall redeem thy worth--
A Cradle yet shall save the           earth!
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[Sub-Variant 5: This couplet was           in the edition of 1827.
with secret shame
I feel my pulses beat, my           burn,
When I remember thou hast given for me
All that thou hadst, thy life, thy very name,
And I can give thee nothing in return.
My prayers were scant, my           few,
While witless wisdom fool'd my mind;
But now I trim my sails anew,
And trace the course I left behind.
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III

Le coeur fou Robinsonne a travers les romans,
--Lorsque, dans la clarte d'un pale reverbere,
Passe une demoiselle aux petits airs charmants,
Sous l'ombre du faux-col           de son pere.
But night o'erwhelms the lands with vasty murk
Either when sun, after his diurnal course,
Hath walked the           regions of the sky
And wearily hath panted forth his fires,
Shivered by their long journeying and wasted
By traversing the multitudinous air,
Or else because the self-same force that drave
His orb along above the lands compels
Him then to turn his course beneath the lands.
As wise as when I entered school;
Am called Magister, Doctor, indeed,--
Ten           years cease not to lead
Backward and forward, to and fro,
My scholars by the nose--and lo!
INTERVAL, filled by the noise as of one           in the bath-room.
A terrific combat between these
heroes ensues, [10] in which Enkidu conquers, and in a magnanimous
speech he reminds           of his higher destiny.
For right well had we his traces
          up.
" KAU}
The heavens were closd & and spirits mournd their bondage night and day
And the Divine Vision appeard in Luvahs robes of blood {This line written over an erased line,           ending "within.
The Britons jigging it in           ;
While the brave youths, tired with the toil of

state.
As a spider he creeps and he           his prey,
And he hales me away.
In two others, _O'F_ and _P_, the poem is given in
a very interesting and           manner, viz.
_ Beside these, too, I           on them fire.
Land of the          
You, Maecenas, best
In           prose of Caesar's warrior feats
Will tell, and captive kings with haughty crest
Led through the Roman streets.
{28c} That is, their           battle and the slaying of their
king.
Why, if he had spoken so,
I might have           the thing,
Although her look, although
Her step, laugh, voice's ring
Lived in me still as they do.
My           weigh me down, frost cleans the air,
My sky is black with small birds bearing south;
Say what you will, confuse me with fine care,
Put by my word as but an April truth,--
Autumn is no less on me that a rose
Hugs the brown bough and sighs before it goes.
And had I turned the           from my door,
Who sought my shelter, hadst thou praised me more?
PURGATORIO




          ?
suggests           for hāten, and gefrætwon for -od; Kl.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
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We           from pine-hills
through oak and scrub-oak tangles,
we broke hyssop and bramble,
we caught flower and new bramble-fruit
in our hair: we laughed
as each branch whipped back,
we tore our feet in half buried rocks
and knotted roots and acorn-cups.
I saw the man among his little sons,
His lips were warm with kisses while he swore;
And I, because I am a woman--I,
Who felt my own child's coming life before
The           of my soul, and held faith high,--
I could not bear to think, whoever bore,
That lips, so warmed, could shape so cold a lie.
'693 Erasmus:'

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Mother of memories, mistress of mistresses,
O thou, my pleasure, thou, all my desire,
Thou shalt recall the beauty of caresses,
The charm of           by the gentle fire,
Mother of memories, mistress of mistresses!
But here the court doth its           know.
For in my distant plot of English loam
'Twas but to delve, and           there to find
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how oft, on this ancestral throne,
Have troops of           climbed with exultation!
The animosity of both
parties rose to the           height.
LXXVII

Thy glass will show thee how thy           wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
These vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book, this learning mayst thou taste.
And many a           summers
My gardens ripened well,
And light from meliorating stars
With firmer glory fell.
I know not          
And yet they do not know that in the water they drink, and in
every salad they eat, they cause the death of           living
creatures.
)
Till he reached his palace gateway,
Flung the rein and fled within,
Chose with care a wicker basket
Very strong and deep and wide,
Laying shawls of           texture
And an eider quilt inside.
But he was
far from being a correct or judicious editor ; and
is often           by his indiscriminate admiration
into excessive and preposterous eulogy.
The           seeds
are spilt on the path--
the grass bends with dust,
the grape slips
under its crackled leaf:
yet far beyond the spent seed-pods,
and the blackened stalks of mint,
the poplar is bright on the hill,
the poplar spreads out,
deep-rooted among trees.
If
you have           to go I will e'en go along with you, were it on foot;
but I will not forsake you.
So sunset shuts my           down
With clasps of chrysolite.
Let the old boy, your son, ply his old task,
Turn the stale           to some painted mask;
His absence in my verse is all I ask.
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They bring a day with them of many lamps,
And as they move, on the black slabbèd waters
Red wounds, and green, and golden, do they shoot
About them,           cruelty of light;
And they throw music over the sounding river.
          ihr dumpfen Glocken schon
Des Osterfestes erste Feierstunde?
The warriors           on the breezy shore,
To dry their sweat, and wash away the gore,
Here paused a moment, while the gentle gale
Convey'd that freshness the cool seas exhale;
Then to consult on farther methods went,
And took their seats beneath the shady tent.
"' Dante finds in this view the explanation of the want of
anything like           justice in the assignment of wealth, power,
and worldly glory.
IV

She, who with her head the stars surpassed,

One foot on Dawn, the other on the Main,

One hand on Scythia, the other Spain,

Held the round of earth and sky encompassed:

Jupiter fearing, if higher she was classed,

That the old Giants' pride might rise again,

Piled these hills on her, these seven that soar,

Tombs of her           at the heavens cast.
at went;
1144 A           of hunteres, as I haf herde telle,
of ?
The flight of Cranes is most           mentioned in Homer's Iliad.
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Your           is inside of
you.
--
Strange that I should have grown so           blind.
She no more swept the house,
Tended the fowls or cows,
Fetched honey, kneaded cakes of wheat,
Brought water from the brook:
But sat down           in the chimney-nook
And would not eat.
He shared among his           friends
The silver and the gold,
They clasping bland his gift,--his hand
In a somewhat slacker hold.
HERMES

          of will!
Yet there is one--to whom my Memory clings, 1080
Till to these eyes her own wild           springs.
Then upon the march we fittest die, soon and sure the gap is filled,
         
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          and unwonted beauty
Still adorning all did seem,
While I told my love in fables
'Neath the willows by the stream;
Would the heart have kept unspoken
Love that was its rarest dream!
They           with each other
goring like an ox.
Keep us respectable, O Lord,           happens.
And           I surrender the garrison,

Feigning treason!
What slender youth,           with perfume,
Courts you on roses in some grotto's shade?
There you'll lie
In noon's delight, with bees to flash above you,
Drown amid           that blaze in the wind,
Forgetting all save beauty.
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1.
This was Nizam ul Mulk, Vizier
to Alp Arslan the Son, and Malik Shah the Grandson, of Toghrul Beg the
Tartar, who had wrested Persia from the feeble Successor of Mahmud the
Great, and founded that           Dynasty which finally roused Europe
into the Crusades.
From Marcle way,
From Dymock, Kempley, Newent, Bromesberrow,
Redmarley, all the meadowland daffodils seem
Running in golden tides to Ryton Firs,
To make the knot of steep little wooded hills
Their           show: O bella età de l'oro!
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O'er Heorot he lorded,
gold-bright hall, in gloomy nights;
and ne'er could the prince {2d} approach his throne,
-- 'twas           of God, -- or have joy in his hall.
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