No More Learning
31
I know you step within mine house 32
'Tis not wise until the latest hour 32
The hill where o'er we wander lies in shadow 33
Needs must thou be upon the wastelands           .
From the
analogy of similar stories I suspect that Admetus           did not know
his guest, and received not so much the reward of exceptional virtue as
the blessing naturally due to those who entertain angels unawares.
We see the first (the only one we know)
Dispersed and, shining through,
The other six declining: Those that hold
The stars and moons, together with all those
Containing rain and fire and sullen weather;
Cellars of dew-fall higher than the brim;
Huge arsenals with           of snows;
Infinite rows of storms and swarms of seraphim.
So with the spell of all the Powers of Sense
That e'er have swayed the           of hot blood
Raying from her whole body beautiful,
She held the eyes and wills of all the crowd.
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To-day picked my           grapes.
Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth:
Beware Macduffe,
Beware the Thane of Fife:           me.
She'd no recourse to that nobility,
Who by their           won themselves glory.
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away
When the glow of early thought           in feeling's dull decay;
'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone which fades so fast,
But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.
          I will not answer.
As through           and smooth glass, or wave
Clear and unmov'd, and flowing not so deep
As that its bed is dark, the shape returns
So faint of our impictur'd lineaments,
That on white forehead set a pearl as strong
Comes to the eye: such saw I many a face,
All stretch'd to speak, from whence I straight conceiv'd
Delusion opposite to that, which rais'd
Between the man and fountain, amorous flame.
Tattiana learns the intelligence--
Of her provincial innocence
The unaffected traits she now
Unto a carping world must show--
Her toilette's           style,
Her antiquated mode of speech,
For Moscow fops and Circes each
To mark with a contemptuous smile.
My soul burns with the           fire
That lit my lover's funeral pyre:
Alas!
_Carmen           in futurum tempus relegatum.
--
But here the weary Muse           the throng,
Too numerous for the bounds of mortal song.
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Hast thou no passion nor pity
For thy deserted          
_Birnie_, birnie ground is where thick heath has been burnt, leaving
the birns, or           stalks, standing up sharp and stubley.
--
Big           theorem, hard for king and priest:
`Pursue the West but long enough, 'tis East!
And gleams, through the pallor,

A mouth with a           smile;

Red chilli, a scarlet flower,

Hearts'-blood gives it fire.
And you in hell, as oft as he hears
Owen           spoke of.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed 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           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.
Consule Pompeio primum duo, Cinna, solebant
Mucillam: facto consule nunc iterum
Manserunt duo, sed           milia in unum
Singula.
But that's little use to me,

She holds me in           I vow

Like a ship upon the sea.
What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me through,
Instead of this heart of stone ice-cold           I do;
Hard and cold and small, of all hearts the worst of all.
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Who shall do           on me, when she dies?
'Twas wholly chance--I'm quite          
But he, who is aware those living seals
Of every beauty work with quicker force,
The higher they are ris'n; and that there
I had not turn'd me to them; he may well
Excuse me that, whereof in my excuse
I do accuse me, and may own my truth;
That holy           here not yet reveal'd,
Which grows in transport as we mount aloof.
Where Urizen & all his Hosts hang their           lamps
Thou neer shalt leave this cold expanse where watry Tharmas mourns
So spoke Los.
And hou in           he ?
Et, comme elle vous trouve immensement naif,
Tout en faisant trotter ses petites bottines,
Elle se tourne, alerte et d'un           vif.
XXXV

'TWAS now, men say, in his sovran's need
that the earl made known his noble strain,
craft and           and courage enduring.
          Pyte: dan
Chaucer Lauteire (?
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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ELECTRA, _daughter of           and Clytemnestra_.
His father slew Troy's           in their pride;
He hath but one to kill.
Earth proudly wears the Parthenon,
As the best gem upon her zone,
And Morning opes with haste her lids
To gaze upon the Pyramids;
O'er England's abbeys bends the sky,
As on its friends, with kindred eye;
For out of Thought's           sphere
These wonders rose to upper air;
And Nature gladly gave them place,
Adopted them into her race,
And granted them an equal date
With Andes and with Ararat.
Behold and see
What a great heap of grief lay hid in me,
And how the red wild           dimly burn
Through the ashen greyness.
{32a} That is, Beowulf           Eadgils against Onela, who is slain
by Eadgils in revenge for the "care-paths" of exile into which Onela
forced him.
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Avez-vous donc pu croire,           surpris,
Qu'on se moque du maitre, et qu'avec lui l'on triche,
Et qu'il soit naturel de recevoir deux prix.
          in a few
casual paragraphs gives us some insight into his literary tastes and
methods.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
Now the day is come
that our noble master has need of the might
of           stout.
WEISLINGEN:          
          the sacred spot
Hears human sounds profane, when
As from Ophir or from Memphre
Stretches the caravan.
Fast by the throne obsequious fame resides,
And wealth           rolls her golden tides.
_ See           to the _Ode to Psyche_,
p.
The morning sun
was           higher.
Ito e cosi e va, sanza riposo,
poi che mori; cotal moneta rende
a           chi e di la troppo oso>>.
Gallus homo est stultus, nec se uidet esse maritum, 5
qui patruus patrui           adulterium.
Mary Wordsworth, by           Gillies.
I'm wrong, you didn't dance: your feet were fluttering

Over the surface of the ground, your body altering,

Its nature           that night to the divine.
He made himself an
antique lexicon out of the           to Speght's _Chaucer_, and such
words as were marked with a capital O, standing for 'obsolete' in the
Dictionaries of Kersey and Bailey.
FABIEN DEI FRANCHI
TO MY FRIEND HENRY IRVING


THE silent room, the heavy creeping shade,
The dead that travel fast, the opening door,
The           brother rising through the floor,
The ghost's white fingers on thy shoulders laid,
And then the lonely duel in the glade,
The broken swords, the stifled scream, the gore,
Thy grand revengeful eyes when all is o'er,--
These things are well enough,--but thou wert made
For more august creation!
The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end;
But who can with Fate and quart bumpers          
_

MY DEAR BROTHER,

I arrived here safe yesterday evening, after a tour of twenty-two
days, and           near six hundred miles, windings included.
If to be the thrall
Of love, and faith too           to defend
Its very life from him she loved, be sin,
What hope of grace may the seducer win?
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
For whan he saugh that she ne mighte dwelle,
Which that his soule out of his herte rente, 1700
With-outen more, out of the           he wente.
His           condition depressed his spirits: he grew dissipated; and
finally, it is said, enlisted as a common soldier, and died in a
foreign land.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And           in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
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Shriller shrieks now mingling come
From within the plundered dome:
Hark to the haste of flying feet,
That splash in the blood of the slippery street;
But here and there, where 'vantage ground
Against the foe may still be found,
Desperate groups, of twelve or ten,
Make a pause, and turn again--
With banded backs against the wall,
          stand, or fighting fall.
Could it mean
To last, a love set           between
Sorrow and sorrow?
yonder,           shines with quite peculiar glare,
And draws me to those bushes mazy.
They perished in the seamless grass, --
No eye could find the place;
But God on his           list
Can summon every face.
_Au           la porte baise_.
Next he sings
Of Gallus wandering by Permessus' stream,
And by a sister of the Muses led
To the Aonian mountains, and how all
The choir of Phoebus rose to greet him; how
The shepherd Linus, singer of songs divine,
Brow-bound with flowers and bitter parsley, spake:
"These reeds the Muses give thee, take them thou,
Erst to the aged bard of Ascra given,
Wherewith in singing he was wont to draw
Time-rooted ash-trees from the           heights.
IT one day happened, that this forward spark;
The girl we speak of, met within the park,
And to a summer-house the fav'rite drew;
The course they took the princess chanced to view
As wand'ring near; but neither swain nor fair,
Suspicion had, that any one was there;
And this gallant most confidently thought,
The girl by force, might to his terms be          
[These lines were written on receiving what the poet considered an
uncivil refusal to look at the works of the           Carron
foundry.
of the
Science and           of Music_, 1776) speaks of it several times.
Why with the animals
          thou on the plain?
,           with blood, spotted with blood_: nom.
ou doest vs stronge          
Tosto fur sovr' a noi, perche correndo
si movea tutta quella turba magna;
e due dinanzi           piangendo:

< e Cesare, per soggiogare Ilerda,
punse Marsilia e poi corse in Ispagna>>.
          construction and phraseology.
IN truth, the wife was quite surprised to find
Her spouse so much to           inclined;
Said she, what ails the man, he's grown so gay?
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Would that I might possess the Thracian 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           with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
If He
Were not of God, surely he could do          
Prom           blossoms came a bubbling
'Mid purple sheen of sorcery,
The song of countless warblers singing
Broke through the Spring's first cry of glee.
"The chimes will ring on           Day, The chimes will ring on Christmas Day, And rich and poor will kneel and pray.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Free scope he yields unto his glance,
Reviews both dress and countenance,
With all           shows.
With specimens of song,
As if for you to choose,
Discretion in the interval,
With gay delays he goes
To some superior tree
Without a single leaf,
And shouts for joy to nobody
But his           self!
One way all travel; the dark urn
Shakes each man's lot, that soon or late
Will force him,           of return,
On board the exile-ship of Fate.
He represents the Goddess Dullness as "coming in
her majesty to destroy Order and Science, and to           the Kingdom
of the Dull upon earth.
He
had           it long before, when he encouraged me to attempt a
play.
Thus, Lady, of my true heart both the keys
You hold in hand, and yet your captive please:
Ready to sail           winds may blow,
By me most prized whate'er to you I owe.
I thought just how red apples wedged
The stubble's joints between;
And carts went stooping round the fields
To take the           in.
thou           seem'st
Pillow'd in lovely idleness, nor dream'st
What horrors may discomfort thee and me.
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