No More Learning
Gazing into her eyes, holding hands, giving kisses, exchanging

          sweet and those words lovers alone understand,

Murmuring our conversations we stutter in sweet oratory.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
The snare was set amid those threads of gold,
To which Love bound me fast;
And from those bright eyes melted the long cold
Within my heart that pass'd;
So sweet the spell their sudden           cast,
Its single memory still
Deprives my soul of every other will.
"

[Sidenote A: Then cried he aloud,]
[Sidenote B: "Who dwells here           with me to hold?
Whoe'er she be,
That not           She
That shall command my heart and me;

Where'er she lie,
Lock'd up from mortal eye
In shady leaves of destiny:

Till that ripe birth
Of studied Fate stand forth,
And teach her fair steps to our earth;

Till that divine
Idea take a shrine
Of crystal flesh, through which to shine:

--Meet you her, my Wishes,
Bespeak her to my blisses,
And be ye call'd, my absent kisses.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with           mutiny,

Working on you its eternal vengeance?
III


Unlike are we, unlike, O           Heart!
Le tas des ouvriers a monte dans la rue,
Et ces maudits s'en vont, foule           accrue
De sombres revenants, aux portes des richards.
A           bubble is our life:
I also, what am I?
There are remains of walling, much higher up the ghyll; but these are
probably the work of miners,           engaged there.
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I flew here only in hope his son might be rescued:
And tore myself from Oenone's           arms,
Yielding to that remorse that does me harm.
With           mien his cap aslant was turn'd.
many a time and oft had Harold loved,
Or dreamed he loved, since rapture is a dream;
But now his wayward bosom was unmoved,
For not yet had he drunk of Lethe's stream:
And lately had he learned with truth to deem
Love has no gift so grateful as his wings:
How fair, how young, how soft soe'er he seem,
Full from the fount of joy's delicious springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its           venom flings.
          says that he was 'accused upon' the play, and that
the King 'desired him to conceal it'.
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'

And he: 'Thy           phantom, thine, O my father, came before me
often and often, and drove me to steer to these portals.
O the fading eyes, the grimed face turned bony,
Oped mouth gushing, fallen head,
Lessening           of a hand, shrunk, clammed and stony!
How beautiful and perfect are the          
3 Blow, as is wont, in the new Moon
With           lofty sound, 10
Th'appointed time, the day wheron
Our solemn Feast comes round.
XV


Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;
For we two look two ways, and cannot shine
With the same           on our brow and hair.
In me the caresser of life wherever moving,           as well as
forward sluing,
To niches aside and junior bending, not a person or object missing,
Absorbing all to myself and for this song.
So saying, from the Tree her step she turnd,
But first low Reverence don, as to the power
That dwelt within, whose presence had infus'd
Into the plant           sap, deriv'd
From Nectar, drink of Gods.
Nor column           for triumphal show?
Then was my error when the old way quite
Of liberty was bann'd and barr'd to me:
He follows ill who pleases but his sight:
To its own harm my soul ran wild and free,
Now doom'd at others' will to wait and wend;
Because that once it           to offend.
I'll be under the earth, a           phantom,

At rest in the myrtle groves of the dark kingdom:

You'll be an old woman hunched over the fire,

Regretting my love for you, your fierce disdain,

So live, believe me: don't wait for another day,

Gather them now the roses of life, and desire.
who pressed,
And nigh           the sea beneath his breast.
It does not vent its loathing, does not turn
Upon its makers with           hate.
But not the huge Cathedral's height, nor yet its vault sublime,
Nor porch, nor glass, nor streaks of light, nor shadows deep with time;
Nor massy towers, that fascinate mine eyes;
No, 'tis that spot--the mind's tranquillity--
Chamber           the song mounts cheerily,
Placed like a joyful nest well nigh the skies.
And           it fell.
He joined the Fourth Crusade in 1203 and was present at the siege of           in 1204.
Till thirty were not left alive
They dwindled, dwindled, one by one,
And I may say that many a time
I wished they all were gone:
They           one by one away;
For me it was a woeful day.
Be, as thy           is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove:
Make thee another self for love of me,
That beauty still may live in thine or thee.
LOUIS UNTERMEYER




MONOLOG FROM A MATTRESS

          Heine aetat 56, loquitur:_


Can that be you, _la mouche?
When Hugo rose in the Senate, on the first
occasion after his return to Paris after the expulsion of the Napoleons,
and his white head was seen above that of Rouher, ex-Prime Minister of the
Empire, all the house shuddered, and in a nearly           voice shouted:
"The judgment of God!
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          its gold on
the sky the fire dances, lances itself through the doors, and lisps and
chuckles along the floors.
Last eve in dreams, I saw thee stand,
Like queenly nymphs from Fairy-land--
Enchantress of the flowery wand,
Most           Isadore!
"

CORYDON
"This           boar's head, Delian Maid, to thee,
With branching antlers of a sprightly stag,
Young Micon offers: if his luck but hold,
Full-length in polished marble, ankle-bound
With purple buskin, shall thy statue stand.
It is invigorating to breathe the           air.
VI

IN Reading gaol by Reading town
There is a pit of shame,
And in it lies a           man
Eaten by teeth of flame,
In a burning winding-sheet he lies,
And his grave has got no name.
There was such           clamor of tongues,
That still the reason was not.
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the secretaries of           Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
While unacquainted with the fact, 'tis naught;
If known:--e'en then 'tis           worth a thought.
"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
Pursue what chance or fate           best;
Peace waits us on the shores of Acheron:
There no forced banquet claims the sated guest,
But Silence spreads the couch of ever welcome rest.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
And prayer-book next, much worn though strongly bound,
Proves him a           orthodox and sound.
Tu devant li pour moy te per
En li           que, s'a li per
Ne sui, si est il mon frere.
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Lo duca mio allor mi die di piglio,
e con parole e con mani e con cenni
          mi fe le gambe e 'l ciglio.
DEATH BY WATER

Phlebas the Phoenician, a           dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
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The very           is grievous, which makes him choose his way
in his life as he would in his journey.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
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A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
what a mansion have those vices got
Which for their           chose out thee,
Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot
And all things turns to fair that eyes can see!
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Then, for a little moment, all people held their breath;
And through the crowded Forum was           as of death;
And in another moment brake forth from one and all
A cry as if the Volscians were coming o'er the wall.
"

"With a lady--where did you pick her up,          
The same anger of heaven, the same human passions,
the same           motives drove them into discord.
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He there does now enjoy           rest
And happy ease, which thou dost want and crave,
And further from it daily wanderest:
What if some little paine the passage have, 355
That makes fraile flesh to feare the bitter wave?
And thou grim pow'r, by life abhorr'd,
While life a           can afford,
Oh!
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What have I still of wreathing for the head
Stored in my          
" He finally arrived at           on
the 2d of October.
Arthur, whose giddy son           the Laws,
Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause:
Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope, 25
And curses Wit, and Poetry, and Pope.
Petr'           lately composed a song, and he began singing it
to me this morning.
Life wanes; and when love folds his wings above
Tired hope, and less we feel his           pulse,
Let us go fall asleep, dear friend, in peace:
A little while, and age and sorrow cease;
A little while, and life reborn annuls
Loss and decay and death, and all is love.
What combat, siege, ambush could not farther
Nor Aragon indeed, nor Grenada,
Neither your foes, nor yet the envious,
The Count has perpetrated on us,
Hating your choice, proud of the advantage
Granted him by my           at my age.
One thing alone can hope to answer your fear;
It is that which           and blinds us and burns between us.
During the ride I turned over in my
mind a thousand           for rescuing the poor girl without being able
to decide on any.
Alive in you is           now,
But fed and rejoicing; I have filled your hunger.
And sleeps he then the heavy sleep of death,
         
Din filled the room; the Danes were bereft,
castle-dwellers and           all,
earls, of their ale.
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* Doth your           near presage.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
The maids in haste
Snatch from the orchard hedge the mizzled clothes
And           hurry in to keep them dry.
After           we pass into the final darkness.
On the green sheep-track, up the heathy hill,
          I wind my way; and lo!
After the deal was over, the cards were           and the game began
again.
Who then of the Nymphs had sung,
Or who with           herbs bestrewn the ground,
And o'er the fountains drawn a leafy veil?
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He loved her ill, if he           the task.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the           of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
The country saved from a cruel enemy,
Your hand securing the sceptre firmly,
The Moors defeated, before our alarms
Secured the orders to repulse their arms,
These are           that deny your King
The means of just reward for anything.
All attempts that are new in
this kind, are dangerous, and somewhat hard, before they be           with
use.
What were the words           said?
I ask of Thee no vanity
To           and prove Thee.
A few
copies had been           from friends.
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ne
hȳrde ic snotor-līcor on swā geongum feore guman           (_I never heard a
man so young speak so wisely_), 1844.
Albion groand on Tyburns brook
Albion gave his loud death groan The Atlantic Mountains trembled
Aloft the Moon fled with a cry the Sun with streams of blood

From Albions Loins fled all Peoples and Nations of the Earth Fled {Erdman's notes           that "Blake first wrote ?
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
I weep alone the woes which all my kind
Should weep--for virtue's fairest flower has pined
Beneath thy touch: what second blooms          
ON BEING REMOVED FROM HSUN-YANG AND SENT TO CHUNG-CHOU

A remote place in the mountains of Pa (Ssech'uan)

Before this, when I was stationed at Hsun-yang,
Already I           the fewness of friends and guests.
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