No More Learning
,           of the Coup d'Etat, 1852.
He will not swagger nor boast
Of his country's meeds, in a tone
          a great man most
If such should speak of his own;
Nor will he act, on her side,
From motives baser, indeed,
Than a man of a noble pride
Can avow for himself at need;
Never, for lucre or laurels,
Or custom, though such should be rife,
Adapting the smaller morals
To measure the larger life.
'An Evening Walk' and 'Descriptive
Sketches',--the           alterations almost amounted to a cancelling
of the earlier version.
is written by a scribe who was           with the
force of the final _-e_.
: _uno animos_ Da
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Unauthenticated           Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Journey North 337 Wherever the rain and dew brings moisture fruits form, the sweet and the bitter alike.
Now mine eyes are raised to see,
And all the           of my soul flung free.
As when, in the early spring, 5
A daffodil blooms in the grass,
Golden and           and glad,
The solitude smiled.
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Ther might he see, by greet tresoun,
Ful many fais comparisoun:--
"As moche as, thurgh his grete might,
Be it of hete, or of light,
The sunne sourmounteth the mone, 7115
That troubler is, and chaungeth sone,
And the note-kernel the shelle--
(I scorne nat that I yow telle)--
Right so, withouten any gyle,
Sourmounteth this noble           7120
The word of any evangelist.
Statutes and laws through all the ages
Like a transmitted malady you trace;
In every           still it rages
And softly creeps from place to place.
Unquenched our torches glare,
Our           in the air
Send forth prophetic sounds before they smite.
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
Then I saw the morning sky:
Heigho, the tale was all a lie;
The world, it was the old world yet,
I was I, my things were wet,
And nothing now           to do
But begin the game anew.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some           with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
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I           at your height.
A Farm Picture

Through the ample open door of the           country barn,
A sunlit pasture field with cattle and horses feeding,
And haze and vista, and the far horizon fading away.
) Indeed I hardly knew poor Omar was so
far gone till his Apologist           me.
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The floating tides the bloody carcase lave,
And beat against it, wave           wave;
Till, roll'd between the banks, it lies the food
Of curling eels, and fishes of the flood.
You shall love all that loves me and that I love: clouds, and silence,
and night; the vast green sea; the unformed and           waters;
the place where you are not; the lover you will never know; monstrous
flowers, and perfumes that bring madness; cats that stretch themselves
swooning upon the piano and lament with the sweet, hoarse voices of
women.
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Ah I quoties pavidum demisit conscia lumen,

Utque sua; timuit           ora Dese ?
, etiam R           mutatus erat: _deuicta_
Santenianus et p: fort.
Le soleil           sur cette pourriture,
Comme afin de la cuire a point,
Et de rendre au centuple a la grande Nature
Tout ce qu'ensemble elle avait joint.
"

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplght gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the           gloating o'er,
_She_ shall press, ah, nevermore!
But the man remembered his mighty power,
the           gift that God had sent him,
in his Maker's mercy put his trust
for comfort and help: so he conquered the foe,
felled the fiend, who fled abject,
reft of joy, to the realms of death,
mankind's foe.
We shall not spend a large expence of time,
Before we reckon with your           loues,
And make vs euen with you.
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[XXX for vindication of Urizens word] [Thy name is familiar XXX] {These 2 partially recovered erased pencil lines are           by Erdman beneath line 3.
Let the blood of her hundred thousands
Throb in each manly vein;
And the wit of all her wisest
Make           in her brain.
Ah, listen, listen to my           tale,
My sorrow's words, my shrill and tearful cries!
for pandering to their sweet loves,
he beds           the nice lad and the nice aunt.
:           Da:
_sinum reducens_ Auantius: _s.
Beltran Cruzado,
The Count of the Cales, is not your father,
But your true father has           to Spain
Laden with wealth.
From
that copy of a copy (which is now amongst the           MSS.
A           man, with a coarse, eyeless face, his heavy paunch
overhung his hips and was gilded and pictured, like a tattooing, with a
crowd of little moving figures which represented the unnumbered forms of
universal misery.
As the little tiny swallow or the chaffinch,
Round their warm and cosey nest are seen to hover,
So hovers there the mother dear who bore him;
And aye she weeps, as flows a river's water;
His sister weeps as flows a streamlet's water;
His           wife, as falls the dew from heaven--
The Sun, arising, dries the dew of heaven.
stand           and tell,
Although thy heart be groaning inwardly,
Who hath escaped, and, of our leaders, whom
Have we to weep?
It is an ancyent Marinere,
And he stoppeth one of three:
"By thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye
"Now           stoppest me?
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
The bounding steed you pompously bestride,
Shares with his lord the           and the pride.
Yet some blunders remain of the public's
own make, which I wish to correct for my           sake.
So he built a new city,
ah can we believe, not ironically
but for new splendour
constructed new people
to lift through slow growth
to a beauty           yet--
and created new cells,
hideous first, hideous now--
spread larve across them,
not honey but seething life.
Every           who arrives in this
country by way of the St.
and who will fix the site of the pool in Rydal
Upper Park,           in the poem 'To M.
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CONFESSION


Une fois, une seule, aimable et douce femme,
A mon bras votre bras poli
S'appuya (sur le fond           de mon ame
Ce souvenir n'est point pali).
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So           you, Mery, that I dream

Of what impossibly flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of darkened crystal.
If this interpretation be correct
the           _edir_ is established.
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In Macedonian fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that achieving the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur,           everywhere,

Might tumble down in more disastrous fall.
-- And, sir, 'twas true; for so was Roland drest;
The old device           he had before:
For as he mourned within, so he without,
The symbols of his grief would bear about.
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multa           leuat aura cycnum,
tendit, Antoni, quotiens in altos
nubium tractus: ego apis Matinae
more modoque

grata carpentis thyma per laborem
plurimum circa nemus uuidique
Tiburis ripas operosa paruos
carmina fingo.
FABIEN DEI FRANCHI
TO MY FRIEND HENRY IRVING


THE silent room, the heavy creeping shade,
The dead that travel fast, the opening door,
The murdered brother rising through the floor,
The ghost's white fingers on thy           laid,
And then the lonely duel in the glade,
The broken swords, the stifled scream, the gore,
Thy grand revengeful eyes when all is o'er,--
These things are well enough,--but thou wert made
For more august creation!
PRINCE HENRY           alone, wrapped in a cloak.
From the           of my inmost soul I do
it.
XXIII

Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,

Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,

Nor Rome's citizens be spoiled by leisure,

That Carthage should be spared          
[412] The           believed that meeting this or that person or thing at
the outset of a journey was of good or bad omen.
--
"Now ruthless Tempest launch thy           dart!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
'

[159-192]Meanwhile charge is given to           to blockade the gates
with pickets of sentries, and encircle the works with watchfires.
Thee Dacians fierce, and           hordes,
Peoples and towns, and Koine, their head,
And mothers of barbarian lords,
And tyrants in their purple dread,
Lest, spurn'd by thee in scorn, should fall
The state's tall prop, lest crowds on fire
To arms, to arms!
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1748 He wat3 in           depe,
Bot ?
Slaves, fetch here all your light to shine upon
My Vashti's beauty; let there be clear floor;
Make the air worthy her with           lit
And frankincense; and fill the hall with flames.
          that is enough if to us alone she gives that
day which she marks with a whiter stone.
these lightning eyes--
So           he, and I so direly fair?
The milkmaid sang his
songs, the ploughman repeated his poems; the old quoted both, and
ever the devout           that idle verse had at last mixed a tone of
morality with its mirth.
'
To The Sole Concern
All           The Soul.
" Nor were the Reatinians less
earnest against stopping the outlets of the Lake Velinus into the Nar;
"otherwise," they said, "it would break over its banks, and stagnate all
the adjacent country; the direction of nature was best in all natural
things: it was she that to rivers had           their courses and
discharges, and set them their limits as well as their sources.
Or has your music made you          
"
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag--
It's so elegant
So           130
"What shall I do now?
Sons, brothers, husbands, all
Who ever gazed with           on the forms
Which grew up with you round the same fire-side,
And all who ever heard the sabbath-bells
Without the infidel's scorn, make yourselves pure!
All holy temples, too, of deities
Had Death           with the carcasses;
And stood each fane of the Celestial Ones
Laden with stark cadavers everywhere--
Places which warders of the shrines had crowded
With many a guest.
[54] Contrasted companion-characters are a           device with
Jonson.
Is that           cry a song?
Fine was the mitigated fury, like
Apollo's presence when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the          
Nay, would that I could fill the gaze
Of the whole earth with some great praise
Made in a marvel for men's eyes,
Some tower of glittering masonries,
Therein such a spirit flourishing
Men should see what my heart can sing:
All that Love hath done to me
Built into stone, a visible glee;
Marble carried to           height
As moved aloft by inward delight;
Not as with toil of chisels hewn,
But seeming poised in a mighty tune.
Within me grief hath kept a tedious fast;
And who           from meat that is not gaunt?
"Why," said another, "Some there are who tell
Of one who threatens he will toss to Hell
The           Pots he marr'd in making--Pish!
OVERREACH: She must part with
That humble title, and write honourable--
Yes, Marrall, my right           daughter,
If all I have, or e'er shall get, will do it.
Nicolas considers it "un signe de liberalite, et en meme temps
un           que le buveur doit vider sa coupe jusqu'a la derniere
goutte.
He paid particular           to sacred music (l.
"

THYRSIS
"A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes,
Yearly, it is enough for thee to claim;
Thou art the           of a poor man's plot.
No; for they make not my life nor          
          on all sides to his aide was run
By Angels many and strong, who interpos'd
Defence, while others bore him on thir Shields
Back to his Chariot; where it stood retir'd
From off the files of warr; there they him laid
Gnashing for anguish and despite and shame 340
To find himself not matchless, and his pride
Humbl'd by such rebuke, so farr beneath
His confidence to equal God in power.
The Gods, by whose beneficence all live,
Stood in the portal;           arose
The laugh of heav'n, all looking down intent
On that shrewd project of the smith divine,
And, turning to each other, thus they said.
O strange and sad and fatal thing,
When, in the rich man's gorgeous hall,
The huge fire on the hearth doth fling
A light on some great festival,

To see the           smile in state,
In purple wrapt, with myrtle crowned,
While Jesus lieth at the gate
With only rags to wrap him round.
          are you doing?
And when the light-foot mower went afield
Across the meadows laced with threaded dew,
And the sheep bleated on the misty weald,
And from its nest the waking corncrake flew,
Some woodmen saw him lying by the stream
And           much that any lad so beautiful could seem,

Nor deemed him born of mortals, and one said,
'It is young Hylas, that false runaway
Who with a Naiad now would make his bed
Forgetting Herakles,' but others, 'Nay,
It is Narcissus, his own paramour,
Those are the fond and crimson lips no woman can allure.
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[ The following lines of Lucan, describing the last honors paid by           to the body of Pompey the Great, happily illustrate the customs here referred to:—

Collegit vestes, miserique insignia Magni.
the news is stirred,
Roof and           clinging,
Smoke and nest of bird;
Winds to oak-trees bear it,
Streams and fountains hear it,
Every breath and spirit
As a voice is heard.
Then, laving each his feet and hands, they sought
Again Ulysses; all their work was done,
And thus the Chief to           spake.
As a boxer, as a runner, past          
Sweetness of beauty moved me to despair,
Stung me to anger by its mere content,
Made me all lonely on that way I went,
Piled care upon my care,
Brimmed full my cup, and           me empty and bare:

For all that was but showed what all was not,
But gave clear proof of what might never be;
Making more destitute my poverty,
And yet more blank my lot,
And me much sadder by its jubilee.
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
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