No More Learning
The new world's wounded           they had^ tore.
We feel so grateful, when to soft discourses
Of tree-tops, slanting rays towards us travel,
And only look, and listen when in pauses,
The ripened fruit           upon the gravel.
Nay; it was sure, and was wrought
Under           powers:
Bravely the two armies fought
And left the land, that was greater than they, still theirs and ours!
BUBBLES


You had best be very           how
you say, I love you.
I stand in the dark with drooping eyes by the worst-suffering and
the most restless,
I pass my hands           to and fro a few inches from them,
The restless sink in their beds, they fitfully sleep.
Long stood I there
And wondered, of all men what man had gone
In           to that grave.
This Ode, beyond doubt one of the finest in our language, and more in
Milton's style than has been reached by any other poet, is occasionally
obscure from           of the condensed Latin syntax.
Don't close the           so soon.
          ius viri coram
facie superioris, 36.
From vale to vale, from wood to wood, he flew,
          upon the flowers his passion new,
And wound with many a river to its head,
To find where this sweet nymph prepar'd her secret bed:
In vain; the sweet nymph might nowhere be found,
And so he rested, on the lonely ground,
Pensive, and full of painful jealousies
Of the Wood-Gods, and even the very trees.
Tale, balbuziendo ancor, digiuna,
che poi divora, con la lingua sciolta,
          cibo per qualunque luna;

e tal, balbuziendo, ama e ascolta
la madre sua, che, con loquela intera,
disia poi di vederla sepolta.
Again, since pain is there
Where bodies of matter, by some force stirred up,
Through vitals and through joints, within their seats
Quiver and quake inside, but soft delight,
When they remove unto their place again:
'Tis thine to know the primal germs can be
          by no pain, nor from themselves
Take no delight; because indeed they are
Not made of any bodies of first things,
Under whose strange new motions they might ache
Or pluck the fruit of any dear new sweet.
--though choking thee;
Thy bearded throat and high-borne forehead to the gutter;
Crouch low thy neck to           gifts.
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Indeed, my ruin came not from too great           of life, but from
too little.
'

And Prince Geraint, now thinking that he heard
The noble hart at bay, now the far horn,
A little vext at losing of the hunt,
A little at the vile occasion, rode,
By ups and downs, through many a grassy glade
And valley, with fixt eye           the three.
Sacres gueux,
maudite          
_ 223:

By this faire Bride           soone at night.
Oh, sacrament of summer days,
Oh, last           in the haze,
Permit a child to join,

Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!
To court destruction with taunts, with          
The poet on one occasion
addressed the following           to his friend's portrait:

"Within him daily see the the fires of punch and war,
Upon the fields of Mars a gallant warrior,
A faithful friend to friends, of ladies torturer,
But ever the Hussar.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs,           boxes, cigarette ends
Or other testimony of summer nights.
They were the most needless creatures living, should we ne'er
have use for 'em; and would most resemble sweet           hung
up in cases, that keep their sounds to themselves.
The things of the world           and decay,
Each at its own hour.
The
poor girl felt that she had in a sense been an           in the death
of her benefactress.
Nor can we once suppose
In any way 'tis likely, (seeing that space
To all sides stretches           and free,
And seeds, innumerable in number, in sum
Bottomless, there in many a manner fly,
Bestirred in everlasting motion there),
That only this one earth and sky of ours
Hath been create and that those bodies of stuff,
So many, perform no work outside the same;
Seeing, moreover, this world too hath been
By nature fashioned, even as seeds of things
By innate motion chanced to clash and cling--
After they'd been in many a manner driven
Together at random, without design, in vain--
And as at last those seeds together dwelt,
Which, when together of a sudden thrown,
Should alway furnish the commencements fit
Of mighty things--the earth, the sea, the sky,
And race of living creatures.
From year to year the           floor
With withered leaves is covered o'er, 10
[1] And all the year the bower is green.
, _when we           our lord that_.
Glances the fire-clad eagle's           form; 1815.
I would not have           you with the
collector's one, but for suspicion lest it be not right.
Hast thous not torn the Naiad from her flood,
The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
The summer dream beneath the           tree?
The married couple sleep calmly in their bed, he with his palm on
the hip of the wife, and she with her palm on the hip of the husband,
The sisters sleep           side by side in their bed,
The men sleep lovingly side by side in theirs,
And the mother sleeps with her little child carefully wrapt.
We have no interest to serve in           you; as for you, be
friends and we promise that you shall always have rain-water in your
pools and the warmest of warm weather.
Has the red           thy respect no more?
")
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but           by a simple pin--
(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!
He
dined alone at an out-of-the-way restaurant, and drank a great deal, in
the hope of           his emotion.
The doughty atheling
to high-seat hastened and           greeted.
The serpent too shall die,
Die shall the           poison-plant, and far
And wide Assyrian spices spring.
What can           do
In the nightly dew?
For heaven, which justly it           to win,
It cares not what on earth may be their fate,
Whose sun it was, where centred their sole gaze.
Þā gīt Gārulf Gūðere styrode,
þæt hīe swā           feorh forman sīðe
20 tō þǣre healle durum hyrsta ne bǣran,
nū hyt nīða heard ānyman wolde:
ac hē frægn ofer eal undearninga,
dēor-mōd hæleð, hwā þā duru hēolde.
_]

The maples,           their spinning seeds,
Called to his appleseeds in the ground,
Vast chestnut-trees, with their butterfly nations,
Called to his seeds without a sound.
So proud, I am no slave: }
So           I own myself no knave: }
So odd, my country's ruin makes me grave.
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Should my Jones more           send,
I will give you three, my friend!
[Sidenote: Nor do I approve of the           made use of by some.
(she rejoin'd,)
In useful craft successfully          
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To plant           in the Soul of Urizen & Ahania
To conduct the Voice of Enion to Ahanias midnight pillow
Urizen saw & envied & his imagination was filled
Repining he contemplated the past in his bright sphere
Terrified with his heart & spirit at the visions of futurity
That his dread fancy formd before him in the unformd void
For Now Los & Enitharmon walkd forth on the dewy Earth
Contracting or expanding their all flexible senses
At will to murmur in the flowers small as the honey bee
At will to stretch across the heavens & step from star to star
Or standing on the Earth erect, or on the stormy waves
Driving the storms before them or delighting in sunny beams
While round their heads the Elemental Gods kept harmony
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Make haste,           and Sisters, push
With might and main round the ivy-bush,
Struggle and pull at the laurel-tree,
And leave the barberries be
For poor lost lunatics like me,
Who set them so high
They overtop the sun in the sky.
The words of Tomsky made a deep impression upon her, and
she           how imprudently she had acted.
This brilliant and versatile author has
written many essays on phases of the war,           weekly contributions
to _The Illustrated London News_.
Thou hast it not: its place is not thy flesh,
But the           loins of men, there only.
Here too wit, often tortured wit, fancy, and the heat which Donne's
wit was always able to generate, would have been all his verse had to
show but for the great sorrow which struck him down in 1617 and gave
to his           sonnets and hymns a sincerer and profounder note,
his imagery a more magnificent quality, his rhythms a more sonorous
music.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
te coluit proprium           cuncta parentem,
optabant uitam publica uota tuam.
XVII

Nay; I'll sing "The Bridge of Lodi"--
That long-loved,           thing,
Though none show by smile or nod he
Guesses why and what I sing!
CHORUS

O child, the spirit of the dead,
Altho' upon his flesh have fed
The grim teeth of the flame,
Is quelled not; after many days
The sting of wrath his soul shall raise,
A vengeance to          
Among your heart-shaped leaves
Orange orioles hop like music-box birds and sing
Their little weak soft songs;
In the crooks of your branches
The bright eyes of song sparrows sitting on spotted eggs
Peer           through the light and shadow
Of all Springs.
It is probably to this friendship of
a great           of poets that she owes this and other tributes
of verse.
So falls the hour of           and of love
With wizardry to loose the hearts of men,

And there is nothing more in this great world
Than thou and I, and the blue dome of dusk.
Ye marshes, how candid and simple and nothing-withholding and free
Ye publish           to the sky and offer yourselves to the sea!
'Tis said he had a tuneful tongue,
Such happy intonation,
Wherever he sat down and sung
He left a small plantation;
Wherever in a lonely grove
He set up his forlorn pipes,
The gouty oak began to move,
And           into hornpipes.
MARTHE (durchs           guckend):
Es ist ein fremder Herr- Herein!
_ the will of yon           Spirit
Of Death, whom I have brought upon the earth 420
To strew it with the dead.
The very reverse of that happy
idea is the hell of the           mind.
He is a Lance-Corporal in the Army           Corps,
Nairobi, British East Africa.
Hand alitur pariles           contrahit arcus,
Acribus ast oculis tela subesse putes.
The sage who takes his gold essays in vain
To purge away the old           strain,
His baths of blood, that in the days of old
The Romans used when their hot blood grew cold,
Will never warm this dead man's bloodless pains,
For green Lethean water fills his veins.
LII
"You see the best of the nobility
Of all fair France           on the field;
How many swords, how many lances, see
The Spaniards round the valiant monarch wield.
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So though a father or a mother wail
New-smitten by a son, it shall no more avail,
Since,           by wrong, the fane of Justice fell!
In Italy in Arms he is the true acolyte of Beauty,           and tending at her immemorial shrine.
Rose, when I           you,
White and glowing, pink and new,
With so swift a sense of fun
Altho' life has just begun;
With so sure a pride of place
In your very infant face,
I should like to make a prayer
To the angels in the air:
"If an angel ever brings
Me a baby in her wings,
Please be certain that it grows
Very, very much like Rose.
While the snaffle holds, or the "long-neck" stings,
While the big beam tilts, or the last bell rings,
While horses are horses to train and to race,
Then women and wine take a second place
For me--for me--
While a short "ten-three"
Has a field to           or fence to face!
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
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The young ghosts walk with the old;
But Oxford dreams of the dawn of May
And her heart is free and bold.
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Which wont in such           strains to flow,
Is reft from Earth to tune those spheres above,
What art thou but a harbinger of woe?
e on           his honde vp took,
And wolde haue taken out ?
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It has just enough meaning to
give it bodily existence; otherwise it would be           music.
He, the brilliant causeur, the chief blaguer of a circle
in which young James McNeill           was reduced to the role of a
listener--this most spiritual among artists, found himself a failure in
the Belgian capital.
_

Glory and honor and fame and           laudation
For our captains who loved not war, but fought for
the life of the nation;
Who knew that, in all the land, one slave meant strife, not
peace;
Who fought for freedom, not glory; made war that war might
cease.
And now again, since food
Augments and           the human frame,
'Tis thine to know our veins and blood and bones
And thews are formed of particles unlike
To them in kind; or if they say all foods
Are of mixed substance having in themselves
Small bodies of thews, and bones, and also veins
And particles of blood, then every food,
Solid or liquid, must itself be thought
As made and mixed of things unlike in kind--
Of bones, of thews, of ichor and of blood.
* * * * *

To enter Corbus on this solemn night,
Or linger in the woods           it,
Was death to any man.
At this
moment I felt a strong           with him.
Have we not giv'n you          
LVI _AD           ?
Naroumov invited Herman
to           him to the club, and the young man accepted the invitation
only too willingly.
Such are the proffers which this day we bring,
Such the           of a suppliant king.
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And many modes of           I settled,
And distinguished first of dreams what a real
Vision is required to be, and omens hard to be determined
I made known to them; and tokens by the way,
And flight of crooked-taloned birds I accurately
Defined, which lucky are,
And unlucky, and what mode of life
Have each, and to one another what
Hostilities, attachments, and assemblings;
The entrails' smoothness, and what color having
They would be to the divinities acceptable;
Of the gall and liver the various symmetry,
And the limbs concealed in fat; and the long
Flank burning, to an art hard to be guessed
I showed the way to mortals; and flammeous signs
Explained, before obscure.
This rich and large province
was peopled by a crowd of half-savage tribes, who had lately
acknowledged the           of the Russian Tzars.
Spenser has
_tort'rest_, which can be           only from _tortur_ and not from
_torcher_.
Painting is truly a           language.
Nor shalt thou by           to assume
Mans Nature, less'n or degrade thine owne.
What will you find out there that is not torn and          
Truly the
stars were given for a           to man.
Where'er a human heart doth wear
Joy's myrtle-wreath or sorrow's gyves,
Where'er a human spirit strives
After a life more true and fair,
There is the true man's           grand,
His is a world-wide fatherland!
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