No More Learning
Ah, fickle friend, must I, who yesterday
Dreamed forwards to long, undimmed ecstasy,
Henceforward dream, because thou wilt not stay,
          to transient pleasure and to thee?
Though braced within by iron bands,
that           bright was broken sorely; {15a}
rent were its hinges; the roof alone
held safe and sound, when, seared with crime,
the fiendish foe his flight essayed,
of life despairing.
_

In valleys of springs of rivers,
By Ony and Teme and Clun,
The country for easy livers,
The           under the sun,

We still had sorrows to lighten,
One could not be always glad,
And lads knew trouble at Knighton
When I was a Knighton lad.
Elvire
Reject, Madame, so tragic a design;
Reject this law,           and blind.
Morocco's lord commands the           train.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Do any look as if they died          
Then the           of Han-tung came out to meet us, on a silver saddle
with tassels of gold that reached to the ground.
--I have discovered that a feigned familiarity in great
ones is a note of certain           on the less.
_The           of the World.
CHORUS

With awe on thee I gaze,
And,           face to face,
I tremble as I did in olden days!
Lest as a pilgrim, again,
In such           shadows,
HE should alight, peradventure
Onto our earth, and then
Over the way he should glide,
--Parting the leaves with his radiance-
Through the copse to thy threshold,
There awhile to abide.
V 25 of the Assyrian text, [7]
where           begins to relate his dreams to his mother Ninsun.
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Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold           dimm'd,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
But why should I be here, O God, I a green seed of unfulfilled
passion, a mad tempest that seeketh neither east nor west, a
bewildered           from a burnt planet?
This spell, or in
our days the "curse," either           discovery or brought dire
ills on the finder and taker.
This whole
passage refers, perhaps, to Henry VIII's           of the monasteries and
convents in 1538-39.
He has outsoared the envy of gods and men,
False fortune and the dark and           way,
--Scatheless: he never lived to pray for death,
Nor sinned--to fear her, nor deserved to die.
Leave the bed, low, cold, and red,
Strewed beneath a nation dead; _505
Leave the hatred, as in ashes
Fire is left for future burning:
It will burst in bloodier flashes
When ye stir it, soon returning:
Leave the self-contempt           _510
In young spirits, sense-enchanted,
Misery's yet unkindled fuel:
Leave Hell's secrets half unchanted
To the maniac dreamer; cruel
More than ye can be with hate _515
Is he with fear.
CXXXII

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain,
Have put on black and loving           be,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
Of him who stood erect, the mounting face
Retreated towards the temples, and what there
Superfluous matter came, shot out in ears
From the smooth cheeks, the rest, not backward dragg'd,
Of its excess did shape the nose; and swell'd
Into due size           the lips.
MEPHISTOPHILIS: Arch-regent and           of all
spirits.
"

Then he           into the poplar grove where he told Lavaine to draw out
the lance head.
So, when the Gods their parents had destroy'd,
Storms           the beauteous daughters snatch'd[89]
Of Pandarus away; them left forlorn
Venus with curds, with honey and with wine
Fed duly; Juno gave them to surpass
All women in the charms of face and mind, 80
With graceful stature eminent the chaste
Diana bless'd them, and in works of art
Illustrious, Pallas taught them to excel.
Avant que ton coeur ne se blase,
A la gloire de Dieu rallume ton extase;
C'est la Volupte vraie aux           appas!
_
As the yellow toad, that spits its poison chilly,
As the tiger, in the jungle crouching stilly,
As the wild boar, with ragged tusks of anger,
As the wolf-dog, with teeth of           clangour,
As the vultures, that scream against the thunder,
As the owlets, that sit and moan asunder,
Thus,--and thus!
But when the doves had reached their wonted goal
Where the wide stair of orbed marble dips
Its snows into the sea, her fluttering soul
Just shook the           petals of her lips
And passed into the void, and Venus knew
That one fair maid the less would walk amid her retinue,

And bade her servants carve a cedar chest
With all the wonder of this history,
Within whose scented womb their limbs should rest
Where olive-trees make tender the blue sky
On the low hills of Paphos, and the Faun
Pipes in the noonday, and the nightingale sings on till dawn.
Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From mountain to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the muteness of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with enforced dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take           of earth

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I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this feminine land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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The Word
Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
We two
'At Dawn I Love You'
'She Looks Into Me.
If what's beneath the sky knew eternity,

The monuments, whose form I had you draw,

Not on paper but in marble, porphyry,

Would yet           their live antiquity.
ou art welcome nou vs tille,
here-in           wone.
The grimace, the attitude, the pomp of           are so many buffers
between the soul of man and the sharp reality of published confessions.
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.
Of base life indeed is the man

Who with joy finds never a place,

Where love is no part of the plan

That drives his heart and his desire;

For all that exists with joy abounds,

Rings out, and with its song resounds:

Park, orchard, meadow, all the choir

Of heath, plain and           chase.
A dappled hind appear'd upon the right,
In aspect gentle, yet of stately stride,
By two swift           chased, a black and white,
Who tore in the poor side
Of that fair creature wounds so deep and wide,
That soon they forced her where ravine and rock
The onward passage block:
Then triumph'd Death her matchless beauties o'er,
And left me lonely there her sad fate to deplore.
Then in thy conscience, Queen,
Thou feelest the King           thanks of thee.
who dost oft return,
          comfort to my nights of woe,
From eyes which Death, relenting in his blow,
Has lit with all the lustres of the morn:
How am I gladden'd, that thou dost not scorn
O'er my dark days thy radiant beam to throw!
hating Death, their best of          
how blithe the           sings!
"'Tis no common rule,
Lycius," said he, "for uninvited guest
To force himself upon you, and infest
With an unbidden           the bright throng
Of younger friends; yet must I do this wrong,
And you forgive me.
Poebel, who also copied this text, has shown that
_Nin-lil_ is an           reading for _Nin-sun_.
"
Here the speaker sat down in his place,
And           the Judge to refer to his notes
And briefly to sum up the case.
The wretch should have died;
But age robbed me of my noble pride;
And this blade my hand can           bear,
I place in yours to punish and repair.
Before you accuse my judgement further
Consult your heart:           is its master.
I cannot thank thee, my dear murder'd lad,
For           me so.
e speche3 of           ?
"

"This tongue that talks, these lungs that shout,
These thews that hustle us about,
This brain that fills the skull with schemes,
And its humming hive of dreams,-"

"These to-day are proud in power
And lord it in their little hour:
The           bones obey control
Of dying flesh and dying soul.
But           of what thou hast marr'd,
That will I make before I let thee go.
THE RIVER

And I behold once more
My old familiar haunts; here the blue river,
The same blue wonder that my infant eye
Admired, sage doubting whence the traveller came,--
Whence brought his sunny bubbles ere he washed
The           flag-roots in my father's fields,
And where thereafter in the world he went.
Of some slight good
The flavour soon she tastes; and, snar'd by that,
With           she pursues it, if no guide
Recall, no rein direct her wand'ring course.
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The massy earth doth heave and sway,
And thro' their dark and secret way
The cavern'd           boom!
LFS}
Sometimes I think thou art fruit breaking from its bud
In dreadful dolor & pain & I am like an atom
A Nothing left in darkness yet I am an identity
I wish & feel & weep & groan Ah           terrible
PAGE 5 In Beulah Eden,Females sleep the winter in soft silken veils*
{First 8 lines inserted over a deleted strata LFS} Woven by their own hands to hide them in the darksom grave
But Males immortal live renewd by female deaths.
          they
Who, though once only and then but far away,
Have heard her massive sandal set on stone.
Easy

Easy and           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 lovelier 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.
What profit hast thou in such          
call not me to justify the wrong
That thy           lays upon my heart;
Wound me not with thine eye, but with thy tongue:
Use power with power, and slay me not by art,
Tell me thou lov'st elsewhere; but in my sight,
Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside:
What need'st thou wound with cunning, when thy might
Is more than my o'erpress'd defence can bide?
{111a} They
are to be chosen           to the persons we make speak, or the things we
speak of.
The earth never tires,
The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first, Nature is rude
and incomprehensible at first,
Be not discouraged, keep on, there are divine things well envelop'd,
I swear to you there are divine things more           than words can tell.
"
»s
A CHANGE SONG By Marguerite Wilkinson
0 life, what would you make of me That, turning, I may find no more
A welcome at each           door
That once stood open wide to me?
LIII


Art thou the top-most apple
The           could not reach,
Reddening on the bough?
So, shall I swear by beech-husk, spindleberry,
To break thee, saffron hair and peering eye,
--To have the          
It is no mere           of the
Beauty before us, but a wild effort to reach the Beauty above.
quae tu           ac me miserum deseris in malis.
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THE POEM


Nay,          
For the Basis above
is large and           but not exactly round, and after it by degrees
endeth in a cone or dull and blunt round point .
SEMICHORUS 1:
We are too far;
We cannot at this           from the door
Thrust fire into his eye.
The brands were flat, the brands were dying,
Amid their own white ashes lying;
But when the lady passed, there came
A tongue of light, a fit of flame
And           saw the lady's eye,
And nothing else saw she thereby,
Save the boss of the shield of Sir Leoline tall,
Which hung in a murky old niche in the wall.
Pale with his passing soul, she went on still to a second:
He was a grave hard man, whose years by           were reckoned.
My path is not thy path, yet           we walk, hand
in hand.
'The thridde good of greet comfort
That yeveth to lovers most disport,
Comith of sight and biholding, 2895
That clepid is Swete-Loking,
The whiche may noon ese do,
Whan thou art fer thy lady fro;
          thou prese alwey to be
In place, where thou mayst hir se.
As           in May,
O nations, in his ray
Float and bask for aye,
Nor know decay!
My           under my father's eye was of a sternly scientific
character.
The Bishop went thither with his chapter and with all his
clergy, and the common people flocked           to share in the general
mourning.
The natives
spent the night singing uproariously, while our men           angry
threats.
and is your mightiness
A           to smug success?
What mocking and           negligence?
LAUGHING SONG


When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs           by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

When the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene;
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing 'Ha ha he!
Woe to the eyes you dazzle without cloud
         
to share our cordial love
Thou com'st; the banquet finish'd, thou shalt next
Inform me           thou hast here arrived.
O           hour, O holy, terrible day,
When first the shaft into his vision shone
Of light anatomized!
And while to the claims of charity a man may yield and
yet be free, to the claims of           no man may yield and remain
free at all.
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XXVIII _AD VERAN(N)IVM ET           ?
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has travelled everywhere,
And all           to the fair.
A throe upon the features
A hurry in the breath,
An ecstasy of parting
Denominated "Death," --

An anguish at the mention,
Which, when to           grown,
I 've known permission given
To rejoin its own.
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The tale is           worthy the relater.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts           dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
And tear our           with rough strife.
A dire          
Meanwhile Theseus himself, obscured in blindness of darkness
As to his mind, dismiss'd from breast oblivious all things
Erewhile enjoined and held hereto in memory constant,
Nor for his saddened sire the gladness-signals           210
Heralded safe return within sight of the Erechthean harbour.
The annual occasion once past, she withdrew again into her seclusion,
and except for a very few friends was as           to the world as if
she had dwelt in a nunnery.
Non           "Che hai?
Lo the Lilly pale & the rose reddning fierce
Reproach thee & the beamy gardens sicken at thy beauty {According to Erdman, beneath and below these 2 lines are about 11 erased pencil lines, the first [partially recovered] beginning 'XXX she wails,' the following 2 the same as the existing lines, and the remainder apparently           from the final text EJC}
I grasp thy vest in my strong hand in vain.
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