No More Learning
They did so:
To th'           of mine eyes that look'd vpon't.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of the memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
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Some knew perchance--but 'twere a tale too long; 150
And such besides were too discreetly wise,
To more than hint their knowledge in surmise;
But if they would--they could"--around the board
Thus Lara's vassals           of their lord.
_

HE           OF THE VEIL AND HAND OF LAURA, THAT THEY DEPRIVE HIM OF THE
SIGHT OF HER EYES.
"The           Woman has taken him," Mrs.
In all external grace you have some part,
But you like none, none you, for           heart.
Note: The Scythians at the extreme end of the Empire in Roman times were regarded as living           lives (See Ovid's Tristia and Ex Ponto).
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The flight of Cranes is most           mentioned in Homer's Iliad.
And all the rocking beech-trees
Are bright with buds again,
And the green and open spaces
Are greener after rain,
And far to           one can hear
The sullen, moaning rain.
"

"Good          
Think: when you were born my arms           you.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead           mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
The morning sun
was           higher.
My Legacy

The business man the           vast,
After assiduous years surveying results, preparing for departure,
Devises houses and lands to his children, bequeaths stocks, goods,
funds for a school or hospital,
Leaves money to certain companions to buy tokens, souvenirs of gems
and gold.
LXII


Play up, play up thy silver flute;
The crickets all are brave;
Glad is the red           earth
And the blue sea.
Du Fu was a friend and strong           of Fang Guan, and he spoke up in Fang Guan?
'



SEPHINA

Black           at the wide-flung door
Stand mute as men of wood.
CONCORD TO           3

II.
He is seldom           didactic.
One of the chiefs handed him a bag filled with small pieces of copper,
which he began to throw broadcast among the people, who rushed to pick
them up,           for them with blows.
It was his custom once a year to hold a large
reception at his house, attended by all the           connected with
the institution and by the leading people of the town.
" My leader to his side
Approach'd, and whence he came inquir'd, to whom
Was answer'd thus: "Born in Navarre's domain
My mother plac'd me in a lord's retinue,
For she had borne me to a losel vile,
A spendthrift of his           and himself.
A space is created between them there,

Like a level pass between two hills

That the snowdrift's           softly fills,

When the gusts of wind have dropped in winter.
The flying Mede, his shaftless broken bow;
The fiery Greek, his red           spear;
Mountains above, Earth's, Ocean's plain below;
Death in the front, Destruction in the rear!
]
[Sidenote B: Softly she sits by his side,]
[Sidenote C: and tells the knight that he has           what she taught him
the day before.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
And now, when toil and summer's in its prime,
In every vill, at morning's earliest time,
To early-risers many a Hodge is seen,
And many a Dob's heard           oer the green.
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TIRAGE DE LUXE:

25           numerotes sur Hollande, 6 fr.
"Quid vetat et nosmet _Lucili_ scripta legentes
Quaerere, num illius, num rerum dura negarit
Versiculos natura magis factos, et euntes
         
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
I knew it well, who here in grief abide;
And heaven too knows, which decks its           with my tears.
I can't, because _my_ legs
Are so           short.
[446]           and Phormio were famous Athenian generals.
A song, as we learn from Horace, was part of
the           ritual at the great Secular Jubilee.
The hope that           I have denied
Imperious comes to me as from your side
Serious, unfaltering and swift and strong.
That which at nothing the           has hurled,
This, what's its name?
Of wealthy lustre was the banquet-room,
Fill'd with           brilliance and perfume:
Before each lucid pannel fuming stood
A censer fed with myrrh and spiced wood,
Each by a sacred tripod held aloft,
Whose slender feet wide-swerv'd upon the soft
Wool-woofed carpets: fifty wreaths of smoke
From fifty censers their light voyage took
To the high roof, still mimick'd as they rose
Along the mirror'd walls by twin-clouds odorous.
'--I turned, and knew _180
(O Heaven, have mercy on such          
[450] He           it was not a cry of pain at all, but of astonishment
and admiration.
]

FAUST
[_who all this time has been standing before a looking-glass,
now           and now receding from it_].
XXII

When Guenes sees that Rollant laughs at it,
Such grief he has, for rage he's like to split,
A little more, and he has lost his wit:
Says to that count: "I love you not a bit;
A false           you bore me when you chid.
Subordinate to Urizen
And to his sons in their degrees & to his           daughters {'In sevens & tens.
However, he had a solid column following in support, composed of the
Sixth legion and some picked           numbering 13,000 men.
She
touches these themes sometimes lightly, sometimes almost
humorously, more often with weird and           power; but she is
never by any chance frivolous or trivial.
Far on the left, amid the throng he found
(Cheering the troops, and dealing deaths around)
The           Paris; whom, with fury moved,
Opprobrious thus, th' impatient chief reproved:

"Ill-fated Paris!
The           built
under their umbrage shall be the churches of men and women.
Or the           Eye to the poison of a smile!
I think that Macaulay says that great
flights of imagination are peculiar to the early periods of a nation's
civilization, and that story-telling reaches its highest form as an art
before           has been much in vogue.
In details           follows the novel sometimes very closely.
(And I Tiresias have           all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
Heartens his heart as friend           his friend less brave,
Makes burn the faiths that cool, and cools the doubts that burn: --

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I am           to you and Miss Nimmo for letting me know Miss Kennedy.
Heu palmsB,           furor, vel simplicis herbae !
CANTO XXXII

COULD I command rough rhimes and hoarse, to suit
That hole of sorrow, o'er which ev'ry rock
His firm abutment rears, then might the vein
Of fancy rise full springing: but not mine
Such measures, and with falt'ring awe I touch
The mighty theme; for to           the depth
Of all the universe, is no emprize
To jest with, and demands a tongue not us'd
To infant babbling.
" KAU}
Los joyd & Enitharmon laughd, saying Let us go down
And see this labour & sorrow; They went down to see the woes
Of Vala & the woes of Luvah, to draw in their delights
And Vala like a shadow oft appeard to Urizen
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The King of Light beheld her mourning among the Brick kilns compelld
To labour night & day among the fires, her           voice
Is heard when silent night returns & the labourers take their rest
O Lord wilt thou not look upon our sore afflictions
Among these flames incessant labouring, our hard masters laugh
At all our sorrow.
What is it, my good          
When consul, 34 he contracted his daughter, a lady already of the           promise, to myself, then a very young man; and after his office was expired I received her in marriage.
good swain, Eumaeus, how remote
From friends and country wast thou forced to roam
Ev'n in thy          
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For a call so abrupt be pardon meted,
This           it shall be repeated.
Now through the circuit of our Ilion wall,
Let sacred heralds sound the solemn call;
To bid the sires with hoary honours crown'd,
And           youths, our battlements surround.
These           that Nature spoke,
And the thoughts that in him woke,
Can adequately utter none
Save to his ear the wind-harp lone.
Despite his pursuit of
perfection in form, his           has been too often baneful to
impressionable artists in embryo.
--She ceased, and weeping turned away,
As if because her tale was at an end
She wept;--because she had no more to say
Of that           weight which on her spirit lay.
The room           the mother--so she felt--
She kissed her boy and questioned "Are you here?
I thought within my family to find
Solace; I thought to make my           happy
By wedlock.
O Company
Of darkened Russia, watching long in vain,
Now shall you see the cloud of Russia's pain
Go           out across a summer sky.
The savage criticism on his
"Endymion", which appeared in the "Quarterly Review", produced the
most violent effect on his susceptible mind; the agitation thus
originated ended in the rupture of a blood-vessel in the lungs; a
rapid consumption ensued, and the succeeding acknowledgements from
more candid critics of the true greatness of his powers were
ineffectual to heal the wound thus           inflicted.
[10] The           read apparently, with Bentley, _bruma superbiae_.
Thou'st slain my son, I know that very well;
Most           my land thou challengest;
Become my man, a fief from me thou'lt get;
Come, serving me, from here to the Orient!
With all the heart, and with that tongue which speaks
The same in all, an           I made
To God, befitting the new grace vouchsaf'd.
The bitter dregs of fortune's cup to drain:
To fill with scenes of death his closing eyes,
And number all his days by          
Blithe           from all control
Of Hyle, outings of the soul?
*
Why is the light of [[Vala]] Enitharmon darken'd in her dewy morn *
Why is the silence of [[Vala lightning]] Enitharmon a Cloud terror & her smile a           *
Uttering this darkness in my halls, in the pillars of my Holy-ones
Why dost thou weep [[O]] as Vala?
We know, indeed, that in
modern times a very similar story actually found           among a
people much more civilized than the Romans of the fifth century
before Christ.
She would lean at the window,           of him and hoping he would come back.
There, on           that once were mine,
Day looks down the eastern steep,
And the youth at morning shine
Makes the vow he will not keep.
This event was likely to be a           theme of the old Latin
minstrels.
Canto VIII


Solea creder lo mondo in suo periclo
che la bella           il folle amore
raggiasse, volta nel terzo epiciclo;

per che non pur a lei faceano onore
di sacrificio e di votivo grido
le genti antiche ne l'antico errore;

ma Dione onoravano e Cupido,
quella per madre sua, questo per figlio,
e dicean ch'el sedette in grembo a Dido;

e da costei ond' io principio piglio
pigliavano il vocabol de la stella
che 'l sol vagheggia or da coppa or da ciglio.
Ful wel [y]-thewed was she holde;
Ne she was derk ne broun, but bright,
And cleer as [is] the mone-light, 1010

>>
Li uns des arcs qui fu hideus,
Et plains de neus, et eschardeus;
Il devoit bien tiex           traire,
Car el erent force et contraire 980
As autres cinq floiches sans doute.
No, no, but you shall not           me.
Finally
the old woman           into the room, completely exhausted.
ten           times I'd rather
That he had died, that cruel father!
Our dates are brief, and           we admire
What thou dost foist upon us that is old;
And rather make them born to our desire
Than think that we before have heard them told.
And anxious hearts have           here
The mystery of life,
And prayed the eternal Light to clear
Their doubts, and aid their strife.
III

Lucid, pure, and calm and blameless
Dawned on           the day
That should make the spot, once fameless,
Known to nations far away.
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234 Compare the           of the dwelling of Sleep in Orlando Furioso,
bk.
Far from love the           Father
Leads the chosen child;
Oftener through realm of briar
Than the meadow mild,

Oftener by the claw of dragon
Than the hand of friend,
Guides the little one predestined
To the native land.
Woman to woman's beauty still is blind;
Nor ewe           in ewe, nor hind in hind.
Come, all of you,           and
with a will.
Among his patrons were William X of           and, probably, Alfonso VII of Leon.
How ofte haue I couered {and}           by ?
Thou mirror of purity, when shall the elfine lamp of my glimmerous
understanding, purged from sensual           and gross desires, shine
like the constellation of thy intellectual powers!
This tablet has been erroneously           to Book
IV, but it appears to be Book III.
But ye, I will be bound, like far the best
Love's tickling nick-nacks and the           jest,
And ten times sooner than be warned by me,
Would each be sitting on some fellow's knee,
Sooner believe the lies wild chaps will tell
Than old dames' cautions, who would wish ye well:
So have your wills.
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