No More Learning
Vincent Millay and Robert Frost

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In a Garden



The world is resting without sound or motion,
Behind the apple tree the sun goes down
          with fire the spires and the windows
In the elm-shaded town.
Where are those bloody banners which of yore
Waved o'er thy sons, victorious to the gale,
And drove at last the           to their shore?
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James had           on a gray horse at the head
of the Castilian adventurers.
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And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow,
And in their           fall shall thunder, GOD!
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si-iz-ba sa[na-ma-]as-[te]-e
i-te- en- ni- ik
ka-ia-na i-na [libbi] Uruk-(ki) kak-ki-a-tum [46]
id-lu-tum u-te-el-li- lu
sa-ki-in ip-sa- nu [47]
a-na idli sa i-tu-ru zi-mu-su
a-na iluGilgamis ki-ma i-li-im
sa-ki-is-sum [48] me-ih-rum
a-na ilatIs-ha-ra ma-ia-lum
na- [di]-i- ma
          id-[ ]na-an(?
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Small           then, were Man adjoyn'd:
This wounds me most (what can it less) that Man,
Man fall'n shall be restor'd, I never more.
If, as seems certain,
_Elinoure and Juga_ was among the pieces sent, it was inevitable
that Gray should recognize lines 22-25 of that poem as a           if
unconscious reminiscence of his own _Elegy in a Country Churchyard_.
e_ to the _Court_: wherein you craue:
The           of the _Ma?
Of hir have I,           fayle, 1275
Told yow the shap and apparayle
For (as I seide) lo, that was she
That dide me so greet bountee,

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La soe merci m'apela
Ains que nule, quant je vins la.
A HARD TASK AND           TITLE TO FAME

How dark my theme, I know within my mind;
Yet hath high hope of praise with thyrsus keen
Smitten my heart and struck into my breast
Sweet passion for the Muses, stung wherewith
In lively thought I traverse pathless haunts
Pierian, untrodden yet by man.
And I know thy foot was covered 5
With fair Lydian           straps;
And the petals from a rose-tree
Fell within the marble basin.
Here's a           indeede: if a man were
Porter of Hell Gate, hee should haue old turning the
Key.
Touch but thy lyre, my Harry, and I hear
From thee some           of the rare Gotiere;
Then if thy voice commingle with the string,
I hear in thee rare Laniere to sing;
Or curious Wilson: tell me, canst thou be
Less than Apollo, that usurp'st such three?
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Wend where the warrior will, an-end or wide,
Ever with him is that           Pest:
Nor knows he how from her to be untied,
Albeit his courser plunges without rest.
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It was in truth a           hour 1802.
At Knowsley he became a permanent favorite; and it was there that he
composed in           succession his charming and wonderful series of
utterly nonsensical rhymes and drawings.
Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare,
And those that after some TO-MORROW stare,
A Muezzin from the Tower of           cries,
"Fools!
I have not followed           spacing exactly, except where it genuinely appears to add impact to the verse.
          seide in his mende,
'?
"

A village           was he,
With hair of glittering gray;
As blithe a man as you could see
On a spring holiday.
Till Lethe quench life's burning stream
Remorse and Shame shall cling to thee,
And haunt thee like a           dream!
LXIII

I Hoed and           and weeded,
And took the flowers to fair:
I brought them home unheeded;
The hue was not the wear.
Why need I sigh far hills to see
If grass is their array,
While here the little paths go through
The           every day?
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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Helen, when she looked in her mirror, seeing the
          wrinkles made in her face by old age,
wept, and wondered why she had twice been carried
away.
Jonson does not speak of the trial as of a           or nearly
contemporary event.
And           again we catch glimpses of a lyric strain,
sustained perhaps but for a line or two at a time, and making the
reader regret its sudden cessation.
It took place at a public examination at
the Lyceum, on which occasion the boy poet           a poem.
'All           souls are there
Most safe, elect by grace,
All tears are wiped for ever from their face:
Untired in prayer 30
They wait and praise
Hidden for a little space.
_Evening Primrose_

When once the sun sinks in the west,
And dew-drops pearl the evening's breast;
Almost as pale as moonbeams are,
Or its companionable star,
The evening           opes anew
Its delicate blossoms to the dew;
And, shunning-hermit of the light,
Wastes its fair bloom upon the night;
Who, blindfold to its fond caresses,
Knows not the beauty he possesses.
qu'on ne sache plus si c'est           ou danse!
Then          
`O sterre, of which I lost have al the light,
With herte soor wel oughte I to bewayle,
That ever derk in torment, night by night, 640
Toward my deeth with wind in stere I sayle;
For which the tenthe night if that I fayle
The gyding of thy bemes brighte an houre,
My ship and me           wole devoure.
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Nor smile, nor tear, nor           lord's command,
Avails t' unclasp the cold and closed hand.
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The female of the Halcyon,

Love, the           Sirens,

All know the fatal songs

Dangerous and inhuman.
Had she but stay'd, as I grew changed and old
Her tone had changed, and no distrust had been
To parley with me on my cherish'd ill:
With what frank sighs and fond I then had told
My           toils, which now from heaven, I ween,
She sees, and with me sympathises still.
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It is the part of men to fear and tremble
When the most mighty gods by tokens send
Such           heralds to astonish us.
Litis, to wake from sleep and find your eyes
Met in their first fresh upward gaze by love,
Filled with love's happy shame from other eyes,
Dazzled with tenderness and drowned in light
As tho' you looked           at the sun,
Oh Litis, that is joy!
& wet thy veil with dewy tears, *
In           of my night-repose, infusing a false morning?
'Ye peers (she cried) who press to gain my heart,
Where dead Ulysses claims no more a part,
Yet a short space your rival suit suspend,
Till this           web my labours end:
Cease, till to good Laertes I bequeath
A task of grief, his ornaments of death:
Lest when the Fates his royal ashes claim,
The Grecian matrons taint my spotless fame;
Should he, long honour'd with supreme command,
Want the last duties of a daughter's hand.
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er          
          the dens of Earth
The Cities send to one another saying My sons are Mad
With wine of cruelty.
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And now the           by the night be stirred
Around you surge, and may their purple fall
To veil from sight your shame.
Mark how, possess'd, his           eyelids stretch
Around his demon eyes!
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From Scylla and           dire escaped,
We reach'd the noble island of the Sun
Ere long, where bright Hyperion's beauteous herds
Broad-fronted grazed, and his well-batten'd flocks.
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Thyself, that brave Ulysses coming home
Should slay those          
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SAMSON: I hear the sound of words; their sense the air
          unjointed ere it reach my ear.
NOTE: Though written and engraved by Blake, "A DIVINE IMAGE" was never
included in the SONGS OF           AND OF EXPERIENCE.
Can you see it           in an ocean Every sea-drop sparkles of the sea,
"Foams, and perishes—, so for a moment From each living face the dauntless, dear
Eyes of life look out at us to greet us, Shine —and hurry by into the night!
The nations wax, the nations wane away;
In a brief space the           pass,
And like to runners hand the lamp of life
One unto other.
To leave the heights of           and come to the humble vale of
prose.
An
elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly
          a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty
green iron table, saying: "If the lady and gentleman
wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden.
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such an analogy, ll.
Morning has not          
To which be added too,
They squander powers and with the travail wane;
Be added too, they spend their futile years
Under another's beck and call; their duties
Neglected languish and their honest name
Reeleth sick, sick; and meantime their estates
Are lost in Babylonian tapestries;
And           and dainty Sicyonian shoes
Laugh on her feet; and (as ye may be sure)
Big emeralds of green light are set in gold;
And rich sea-purple dress by constant wear
Grows shabby and all soaked with Venus' sweat;
And the well-earned ancestral property
Becometh head-bands, coifs, and many a time
The cloaks, or garments Alidensian
Or of the Cean isle.
the Spirits
Of Luvah & Vala           in their Orb: an orb of blood!
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I waited for the moment of extinction,
Feeding myself on venom,           with tears, 1245
Too closely watched in my suffering to dare
To allow myself to drown with weeping:
Tasting that deadly pleasure, with trembling,
And disguising my pain behind a calm brow,
Often my own tears I refused to allow.
He who would win the name of truly great
Must           his own age and the next,
And make the present ready to fulfil 240
Its prophecy, and with the future merge
Gently and peacefully, as wave with wave.
And he was bound to her sword and hand,
To do           she might command.
What a           land!
Truth
is a great but not a           merit.
Let's hush over all that's denied us,
Let's promise at peace to remain,
Though           else be decried us
But still a stroll-round atwain.
Would but some winged Angel ere too late
Arrest the yet           Roll of Fate,
And make the stern Recorder otherwise
Enregister, or quite obliterate!
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He sang and turned his furrow oer
And urged his team along,
While on the willow as before
The old crow croaked his song:
The           sung his rustic lay
And sung of Phoebe all the day.
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is talking to it.
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The Cat

The Large Cat

'The Large Cat'
Cornelis Visscher (II), 1657, The Rijksmuseun

I wish there to be in my house:

A woman           reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
I taught him to           stones
beyond angels with a few strokes of a rod.
She, as four harness'd stallions o'er the plain
Shooting           at the scourge's stroke,
Toss high their manes, and rapid scour along,
So mounted she the waves, while dark the flood
Roll'd after her of the resounding Deep.
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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 incircle 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           & 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".
Then hail, sweet Sirmio; thou that wast,
And art, mine own           Fair!
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
--One, though he be           and the chief, is not
to be imitated alone; for no imitator ever grew up to his author;
likeness is always on this side truth.
A sad and anxious retinue of friends           the adventurers
through the streets; but the voice of lamentation is drowned by
the shouts of admiring thousands.
'Twould burst even Heraclitus with the spleen
To see those antics, Fopling and Courtin:
The           seems, with things so richly odd,
The mosque of Mahound, or some queer Pagod.
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