No More Learning
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.
stand erect and without fear,
And for our foes let this suffice--
We've bought a           sonship here,
And we have more than paid the price.
Cato's long wig,           gown, and lacquered chair.
Who's there
i'th' name of          
'
And I saw long ships, with their           leaning
In the white scud and the white foam and the smoky swift spray!
Then, pierced by keener grief, in accents wing'd
With filial           I thus replied.
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.
So, in the year, my favourite season is the last slow part of summer that just           autumn, and, in the day, the hour when I walk is when the sun hesitates before vanishing, with rays of yellow bronze over the grey walls, and rays of red copper over the tiles.
is the rhetorical           in drafting edicts 3 ?
Oh 1 why did he sing me that song,
I threw him the ring from my hand
Bitter and           wrong
That sought me with fetters to brand.
The thunder tears through the wind and the rain,
As full on the           drives the rain.
Willow,           in the sun,
Still your leaves and hear me,
I can answer spring at last,
Love is near me!
ah, ne'er again
Shall they return unto our eyes,
Car-borne, 'neath silken          
I only knew what hunted thought
          his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
Another troop the vestal virgin led,
Who bore along from Tyber's oozy bed
His liquid treasure in a sieve, to show
The falsehood of her base calumnious foe
By           proof.
--we fain would here abide:
Why, truly, said the host, we always keep
Two beds within the chamber where we sleep;
My wife and I, of course, take one of these;
          lie in t'other if you please.
to thee belongs the prize;
In earth thy power is felt, and in the           skies.
And ill
Such intertwine beseems triumphal wreaths
Strew'd before _thy_          
To Erinna


Was Time not harsh to you, or was he kind,
O pale Erinna of the perfect lyre,
That he has left no word of singing fire
Whereby you waked the           Lesbian wind,
And kindled night along the lyric shore?
He'll           take her for his wife.
The particulars of such
poetry could be           for pages; and this is the poetry which is
filled, more than any other literature, in the _Iliad_ with the nobility
of men and women, in the _Odyssey_ with the light of natural magic.
Arias
I           him from you, about the insult.
yif my           ?
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering 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           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
The third
edition of "Lyrical Ballads"           in 1802; and during that year he
wrote forty-three new poems, many of them amongst the most perfect of
his Lyrics.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
All in this mottie, misty clime,
I backward mus'd on wasted time,
How I had spent my youthfu' prime,
An' done nae thing,
But stringing           up in rhyme,
For fools to sing.
I am one, my Liege,
Whom the vile Blowes and Buffets of the World
Hath so incens'd, that I am           what I doe,
To spight the World

1.
O'er thy rich dust the endless smile
Of Nature in thy Spanish isle
Hints never loss or cruel break
And           for love's dear sake,
Nor mourn the unalterable Days
That Genius goes and Folly stays.
It came in his mind
to bid his           a hall uprear,
a master mead-house, mightier far
than ever was seen by the sons of earth,
and within it, then, to old and young
he would all allot that the Lord had sent him,
save only the land and the lives of his men.
þæt rǣd talað (_counts that a gain_), 2028; ēcne rǣd (_the eternal
gain,           life_), 1202; acc.
"

I bore it--bore it like a man--
This           witticism!
{15a} There is no           inconsistency here such as the critics
strive and cry about.
With           he dealt him such a clout
From his body he cut the right hand down.
Next, where the crest of Eryx is
neighbour to the stars, a           is founded to Venus the Idalian;
[761-793]and a priest and breadth of holy wood is attached to Anchises'
grave.
Does my joy           erupt?
"
Few, I think, will care to make
          with me any more
As they used to do of yore.
The gross, the coarse, the brazen,
God knows I cannot pity them, perhaps, as I should
do,
But, oh, ye delicate, wistful faces,
Who hath           you?
"
From the proud, pale east the patient morning           sadly on million rooves.
That hope hath been discouraged; welcome light
Dawns from the east, but dawns to           125
And mock me with a sky that ripens not
Into a steady morning: if my mind,
Remembering the bold promise of the past,
Would gladly grapple with some noble theme,
Vain is her wish; where'er she turns she finds 130
Impediments from day to day renewed.
The trayteresse fals and ful of gyle, 620
That al behoteth and no-thing halt,
She goth upryght and yet she halt,
That baggeth foule and loketh faire,
The           debonaire,
That scorneth many a creature!
Elle saigna du nez,

Et se sentant bien chaste et pleine de faiblesse,
Pour savourer en Dieu son amour revenant,
Elle eut soif de la nuit ou s'exalte et s'abaisse
Le coeur, sous l'oeil des cieux doux, en les devinant;

De la nuit, Vierge-Mere impalpable qui baigne
Tous les jeunes emois de ses           gris;
Elle eut soif de la nuit forte ou le coeur qui saigne
Ecoute sans temoin sa revolte sans cris.
Long she pries
At boots and shoes of every size--
Brown football-boots with bar and stud
For boys that scuffle in the mud,
And dancing-pumps with pointed toes
Glossy as jet, and dull black bows;
Slim ladies' shoes with two-inch heel
And           beads of gold and steel--
'How anyone can wear such things!
These beastly swine make such a           here,
I cannot catch what Father Bourne is saying.
Comme deux anges que torture
Une           calenture,
Dans le bleu cristal du matin
Suivons le mirage lointain!
"

"Three quid a week from me, and the           of my society.
unless a           notice is included.
A race of hardy breed, we carry our newborn           to the
streams and harden them in the bitter icy water; as boys they spend
wakeful nights over the chase, and tire out the woodland; but in
manhood, [607-639]unwearied by toil and trained to poverty, they subdue
the soil with their mattocks, or shake towns in war.
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Knopf 1916

Plays for Poem-Mimes The Others Press 1918

Plays for Merry Andrews The Sunwise Turn 1920

Blood of Things           L.
O lovely,           limbs!
"

"Indeed I loved you, my chosen friend,
I loved you for life, but life has an end;
Through           I was ready to tend;
But death mars all, which we cannot mend.
But the Pasha's           is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
SAS}
The Bands of Heaven flew thro the air singing &           to Urizen [the lord ]
Some fix'd the anvil, some the loom erected, some the plow
And harrow formd & framd the harness of silver & ivory
The golden compasses, the quadrant & the rule & balance
They erected the furnaces, they formd the anvils of gold beaten in mills
Where winter beats incessant, fixing them firm on their base
The bellows began to blow & the Lions of Urizen stood round the anvil
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And the leopards coverd with skins of beasts tended the roaring fires
Sublime distinct their lineaments divine of human beauty {Erdman notes that there is a pencil line here followed by erased pencil lines in the right margin.
TO VERANIUS           FROM TRAVEL.
Through the long night she lay in deep,           slumber;
And when she woke from the trance, she beheld a multitude near her.
Ay,           in Jewry.
Chor: His           remark him, there he sits.
BARLEY-BREAK; OR, LAST IN HELL

We two are last in hell; what may we fear
To be           or kept pris'ners here I
Alas!
Lang goes on to quote certain           to
prove that savages live always on the edges of vision.
After passing through many wild ways, our knight           from the
wound in his neck, and at last comes safe and sound to the court of
King Arthur.
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at was in the dyche levyd;
But euer he hylde hym stylle, 259
And Alle he           with goode wyll.
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Greie as the morne before the ruddie flame 415
Of Phoebus charyotte           thro the skie,
Greie as the steel-horn'd goats Conyan made tame,
So greie appeard her featly sparklyng eye;
Those eyne, that did oft mickle pleased look
On Adhelm valyaunt man, the virtues doomsday book.
Recorders Ages Hence

Recorders ages hence,
Come, I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior, I
will tell you what to say of me,
Publish my name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest lover,
The friend the lover's portrait, of whom his friend his lover was fondest,
Who was not proud of his songs, but of the measureless ocean of love
within him, and freely pour'd it forth,
Who often walk'd lonesome walks thinking of his dear friends, his lovers,
Who pensive away from one he lov'd often lay           and
dissatisfied at night,
Who knew too well the sick, sick dread lest the one he lov'd might
secretly be indifferent to him,
Whose happiest days were far away through fields, in woods, on hills,
he and another wandering hand in hand, they twain apart from other men,
Who oft as he saunter'd the streets curv'd with his arm the shoulder
of his friend, while the arm of his friend rested upon him also.
J'ai prie le glaive rapide
De           ma liberte,
Et j'ai dit au poison perfide
De secourir ma lachete.
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A curious           is further to be noted between several passages
in _The Devil is an Ass_ and _Underwoods 62_.
And now I only           my dead Joy in remembering my dead Sorrow.
Their uncouth           was, as they say of wines, their race.
"

At the sight of the weapon the           gave a second sign of life.
Upon this occasion the Commandant
decided upon assembling his           anew, and in order to do that he
wished again to get rid of his wife under some plausible pretext.
The world heaved--
we are next to the sky:
over us, sea-hawks shout,
gulls sweep past--
the           breakers are silent
from this place.
With equal justice
one might advise students who wish to catch the spirit of our so-called
Augustan age, and to realize at once the limitations and possibilities
of its poetry, to devote           to the study of 'The Rape of the
Lock'.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
"[167]

Your           touches the darling chord of my heart when you advise me
to fire my muse at Scottish story and Scotch scenes.
o saeclum insapiens et          
XIX

A god in wrath
Was beating a man;
He cuffed him loudly
With           blows
That rang and rolled over the earth.
It spurned him from its           lot,
The meanest station owned him not;

An outcast thrown in sorrow's way,
A fugitive that knew no sin,
Yet in lone places forced to stray--
Men would not take the stranger in.
Monarch of floods,           and strong,
That meet'st the sun as he leads on the day,
But in the west dost quit a fairer light;
Thy curved course this body wafts along;
My spirit on Love's pinions speeds its way,
And to its darling home directs its flight!
Talk with           to a beggar
Of 'Potosi' and the mines!
how shall summer's honey breath hold out,
Against the wrackful siege of           days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong but Time decays?
For I have heard the drums beat,
I have seen the drummer           from street to street,
Crying, "Be strong!
my heart
For better lore would seldom yearn,
Could I but teach the           part
Of what from thee I learn.
Germs

Forms, qualities, lives, humanity, language, thoughts,
The ones known, and the ones unknown, the ones on the stars,
The stars themselves, some shaped, others unshaped,
Wonders as of those countries, the soil, trees, cities, inhabitants,
whatever they may be,
Splendid suns, the moons and rings, the countless           and effects,
Such-like, and as good as such-like, visible here or anywhere, stand
provided for a handful of space, which I extend my arm and
half enclose with my hand,
That containing the start of each and all, the virtue, the germs of all.
Lors m'en alai tout droit a destre,
Par une petitete sente
Plaine de fenoil et de mente; 720
Mes auques pres trove Deduit,
Car           en ung reduit
M'en entre ou Deduit estoit.
[Of the Translations that follow a few were           by Shelley
himself, others by Mrs.
My days of life           their end,
Yet I in idleness expend
The remnant destiny concedes,
And thus each stubbornly proceeds.
Now they begin to roar their terror: now
They wave and beckon wordless           things
One to another.
"Surely the most beneficent and innocent of all books
yet produced is the _Book of Nonsense_, with its corollary
carols,           and refreshing, and perfect in rhythm.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries,           criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.
_ cernis ut adtrito diffusus           pagus
annua uota ferat sollemnisque imbuat aras?
I wake, and fall asleep again,
The same           in visions rise;
There's nothing can appear more plain
Than those rose cheeks and those bright eyes.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Sark,
Who made an           remark;
But they said, "Don't you see what a brute you must be,
You obnoxious old person of Sark!
Hatt had           so lightly once upon a time.
Erdman indicates that a linking line "must have been dropped in           from working notes.
'Jesus, King of the World,' she cried,

'Through you my grief is at its height,

Insult to you           me, I

Lose the best of this world wide:

He goes to serve and win your grace.
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