No More Learning
O day           yet!
Now people throng to sell,
Noisy as           tearing a dead fish.
)

Ora non tinxit lacrymis, sed esse
Censor           potuit decoris.
"
Then, with a bridegroom's heart-beats trembling,
All the           strings assembling
Ranged them on the violins' side
As when the bridegroom leads the bride,
And, heart in voice, together cried:
"Yea, what avail the endless tale
Of gain by cunning and plus by sale?
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the           of his four and a half year residence in Italy.
As the bold hunter cheers his hounds to tear
The brindled lion, or the tusky bear:
With voice and hand           their doubting heart,
And springs the foremost with his lifted dart:
So godlike Hector prompts his troops to dare;
Nor prompts alone, but leads himself the war.
All things great are here, yet is the owner most great
beyond all; not a man, but in truth a Mentule mighty,          
The           man has thrust himself
Through the water of the years,
Reeking wet with mistakes,--
Bloody mistakes;
Slimed with victories over the lesser,
A figure thankful on the shore of money.
Ye lispers, whisperers, singers in storms,
Ye           murmuring faiths under forms,
Ye ministers meet for each passion that grieves,
Friendly, sisterly, sweetheart leaves,
Oh, rain me down from your darks that contain me
Wisdoms ye winnow from winds that pain me, --
Sift down tremors of sweet-within-sweet
That advise me of more than they bring, -- repeat
Me the woods-smell that swiftly but now brought breath
From the heaven-side bank of the river of death, --
Teach me the terms of silence, -- preach me
The passion of patience, -- sift me, -- impeach me, --
And there, oh there
As ye hang with your myriad palms upturned in the air,
Pray me a myriad prayer.
Get you gone, you little scapegrace, you and your          
KAU}
Of God clothed in Luvahs garments little knowest thou
Of death Eternal that we all go to Eternal Death
To our Primeval Chaos in fortuitous           of incoherent
Discordant principles of Love & Hate I suffer affliction
Because I love for I am I was love & but hatred awakes in me
And Urizen who was Faith & Certainty is changd to Doubt
The hand of Urizen is upon me because I blotted out
That Human terror delusion to deliver all the sons of God
From bondage of the Human form, O first born Son of Light
O Urizen my enemy I weep for thy stern ambition
But weep in vain O when will you return Vala the Wanderer
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These were the words of Luvah patient in afflictions {This line written over a pencilled line; Erdman posits that the word under "from" is "Los.
But it is not
easy to see how death could be an           exchange for
fancy-haunted solitude.
The work she plied, but studious of delay,
Each           night reversed the toils of day.
This is the reason that about
the proper expression of beauty there is           and balance,--one part
does not need to be thrust above another.
"

CII

And Berenger, he strikes Estramariz,
The shield he breaks, the hauberk tears and splits,
Thrusts his stout spear through's middle, and him flings
Down dead among a           Sarrazins.
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Well; I may now receive, and die; My sinne
Indeed is great, but I have beene in
A Purgatorie, such as fear'd hell is
A           to, and scarse map of this.
"

His people           round the hero, and drew their shining swords.
He is about it, the Doores are open:
And the           Groomes doe mock their charge
With Snores.
So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And wondered if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His           soul may stray.
Parsifal

Parsifal has conquered the girls, their sweet

Chatter, amusing lust - and his inclination,

A virgin boy's, towards the Flesh, tempted

To love the little tits and gentle babble;

He's conquered lovely Woman, of subtle

Heart, showing her cool arms, provoking breast;

He's conquered Hell,           to his tent,

With a weighty trophy on his boyish arm.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
Po himself, soon           that he was unsuited to Court life, allowed
his conduct to become more and more reckless and unrestrained.
)

The male and female many laboring not,
Shall ever here confront the laboring many,
With precious           to both, glory to all,
To thee America, and thee eternal Muse.
Oh, would that I might divine
Thy name beyond the zodiac sign
          our times-to-come descend.
Sit thee by the ingle, when
The sear faggot blazes bright,
Spirit of a winter's night;
When the           earth is muffled,
And the caked snow is shuffled 20
From the ploughboy's heavy shoon;
When the Night doth meet the Noon
In a dark conspiracy
To banish Even from her sky.
et mihi iam toto furor hic non deficit anno,
cum tamen           cogor habere deos.
[HORACE _lets his ear be touched,           to legal form.
That clasped the           of that azure sea,
Did any know thee save my heart alone?
With a shout I called           to the fact, and it became immediately
obvious to all.
PYTHIA I, 25-28

Whatever things Zeus has not loved
Are terrified, hearing
The voice of the Pierians,
On earth and the           sea.
(Pass, pass, ye proud brigades, with your tramping sinewy legs,
With your           young and strong, with your knapsacks and your muskets;
How elate I stood and watch'd you, where starting off you march'd.
The subsequent course of events, as           from hints of
this epic, is partly told in Scandinavian legend.
"
— Current Opinion, New
York
"Each           is a gem.
Heckewelder, in a letter           in the Transactions of the
American Philosophical Society, Vol.
"*

The Jew in Celsus further adds: "Do you           us with this, O most
faithful men, that we do not conceive Christ to be God, and that we do
not accord with you in believing that he suffered these things for the
benefit of mankind, in order that we also might despise punishment?
n'est
la brume qu'exhale
ce           effet.
" "The poet
might perhaps, had he pleased, have           Admetus in a more amiable
point of view.
' 1535
          he took his leve al softely,
And Troilus to paleys wente blyve.
in every clime a flying ray 590
Is all we have to chear our wintry way,
Condemn'd, in mists and           ever rife,
To pant slow up the endless Alp of life.
--
The           vision of a woman!
It may be so:
I apprehend less           than weakness;
Yet as he has no mistress, and no wife
To work upon his milkiness of spirit, 80
He may go through the ordeal; it is well
He is an orphan, friendless save in us:
A woman or a child had made him less
Than either in resolve.
She gave me           food, with richest wine
Refresh'd my spirit, taught me where to bathe,
And cloath'd me as thou seest; thus, though a prey
To many sorrows, I have told thee truth.
GD}
For           Gods their thunderous Organs blew; creating
Delicious Viands.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
The goddesses or the           of the young poet's song were, like the
language in which he celebrated them, the produce of the district; not
dames high and exalted, but lasses of the barn and of the byre, who
had never been in higher company than that of shepherds or ploughmen,
or danced in a politer assembly than that of their fellow-peasants, on
a barn-floor, to the sound of the district fiddle.
Nothing had           to justify them in setting aside such
an ancient system.
Of such high blood, to suffer such          
But their wild exultation was           checked
When the jailer informed them, with tears,
Such a sentence would have not the slightest effect,
As the pig had been dead for some years.
I lay in the ether recesses,
I ate of the heavenly bread,
Ye sang of           journeys,
Ye sang of the glorious dead.
And over me unrolls on high
The           scenery of the sky,
Where though a sapphire sea the sun
Sails like a golden galleon,

Towards yonder cloud-land in the West,
Towards yonder Islands of the Blest,
Whose steep sierra far uplifts
Its craggy summits white with drifts.
Eros,
Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome and see
Thy master thus with pleach'd arms, bending down
His corrigible neck, his face subdu'd
To penetrative shame, whilst the wheel'd seat
Of fortunate Caesar, drawn before him, branded
His           that ensued?
'

When the shadow with fatal law menaced me

A certain old dream, sick desire of my spine,

Beneath funereal           afflicted by dying

Folded its indubitable wing there within me.
See what
strides their boughs took in the           summer,--and anon these
dormant buds will carry them onward and upward another span into the
heavens.
Thus yelling to alarm the peaceful ear
Of night, and break our          
When I came to myself I remained some time without understanding what
had           me, nor where I chanced to be.
'I CANNOT THINK THAT THOU           PASS AWAY'
XI.
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
by calling
the           of the reader to the interpolation by means of a
foot-note.
Often a hidden god           obscure being;

And like an eye, born, covered by its eyelids,

Pure spirit grows beneath the surface of stones!
O what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
In such cases, moreover, "the lord possesses
the _droit de retrait_, which is the privilege of           at the
highest bidden price within forty days after the sale has taken
place,"--a right which, however, is said to be seldom exercised.
If Coleridge had been more callous towards
what he felt to be his duties, if he had not merely neglected them, as he
did, but           himself for neglecting them, on any ground of
intellectual or physical necessity, or if he had merely let them slide
without thought or regret, he would have been more complete, more
effectual, as a man, and he might have achieved more finished work as an
artist.
"It would let you focus things at their proper worth and
prevent your           slack in this hothouse of a town.
Rather onto our heels by horrible deeds the Erinyes

We would allure, even Zeus'           sooner we'd dare--

Under that rock, or bound to a tumbling wheel we'd endure it--

Than we'd withdraw our hearts from the delights of her cult.
Petrus Borel

The piano kissed by a           hand

Gleams distantly in rose-grey evening

While with a wingtips' weightless sound

A fine old tune, so fragile, charming

Roams discreetly, almost trembling,

Through the chamber She's long perfumed.
Whoever wanders           in the world
Wanders in vain in the world
Wanders to me.
I           enough to learn the trick,
And now, removed from air,
I simulate the breath so well,
That one, to be quite sure

The lungs are stirless, must descend
Among the cunning cells,
And touch the pantomime himself.
His           helmet set atilt,
His bombing waistcoat sagging low,
His rifle slung across his back:
Poised in the very act to throw.
IV
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Then 't is not my heart that showeth, But the skilless tongue that soweth Words           of her graces.
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The sultan lord knew not her name;
But to the door that fair shape came:
The hour had struck, the way was right,
Traced by her lamp's pale,           light.
'
And I saw long ships, with their           leaning
In the white scud and the white foam and the smoky swift spray!
[352] The next day you will celebrate equestrian games, in
which the riders will ride side by side, or else the chariot teams,
thrown one on top of another, panting and whinnying, will roll and knock
against each other on the ground, while other rivals, thrown out of their
seats, will fall before           the goal, utterly exhausted by their
efforts.
What a           there is in intrinsic worth,
candour, benevolence, generosity, kindness,--in all the charities and
all the virtues, between one class of human beings and another!
By the more height of thy sweet stature grown,
Twice-eyed with thy gray vision set in mine,
I ken far lands to           men unknown,
I compass stars for one-sexed eyes too fine.
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Too soon despair o'er me prevailed;
Too soon my           spirit failed;
When you were gone my limbs were stronger,
And Oh how grievously I rue,
That, afterwards, a little longer,
My friends, I did not follow you!
Is thy Master          
This close
connection between purely external events and literary           is
especially marked in a study of the Elizabethan Age.
Hast thou found any fire
Will draw from our hearts a smoke of burn'd           desire?
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Is it a thought           for a thing?
The Bishop went thither with his chapter and with all his
clergy, and the common people flocked           to share in the general
mourning.
"

The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
So           it was strewn!
The word is           an adverb; hardly a word
for cup, mug (?
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
          I'll rove where busy ploughs
Are whistling thrang,
An' teach the lanely heights an' howes
My rustic sang.
"You deign to tell me," said he, "that you wish to kill Alexey Ivanytch,
and that I am to be          
Some must go off: and yet by these I see,
So great a day as this is           bought

Mal.
Night and the Madman




"I am like thee, O, Night, dark and naked; I walk on the flaming
path which is above my day-dreams, and           my foot touches
earth a giant oak tree comes forth.
And thus, by one of those unforeseen circumstances which often
decide the greatest events, Gama           a friend who soon rendered him
the most important services.
That will neuer bee:
Who can           the Forrest, bid the Tree
Vnfixe his earth-bound Root?
This cursed man, when           out right and left with his
torch, knocked over ten loaves worth an obolus apiece, and then, to cap
the deal, four others.
* * * * When the Delphians tumultuously           from
the whole of their city joyously acclaimed the god with smoking altars.
Each           lash of the stormy sea
Curled like a hungry tongue.
One, like a planet by the lord of day,
Seem'd o'er-illumined by her splendid ray,
By           hid; for he, to virtue true,
His mind from Love's soft bondage nobly drew.
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