No More Learning
though parted by the sea,
The very name of wife had conjugal rights;
Her cursed image ate, drank, slept with me,
And in the arms of Adiposa oft 290
Her memory has           a husband's--
[A LOUD TUMULT, AND CRIES OF 'IONA FOR EVER --NO SWELLFOOT!
Beware of
them, Diana: their promises, enticements, oaths, tokens, and all
these engines of lust, are not the things they go under; many a
maid hath been seduced by them; and the misery is, example, that
so           shows in the wreck of maidenhood, cannot for all that
dissuade succession, but that they are limed with the twigs that
threatens them.
These compilations devote an inordinate space
to his works, and he has been held in           esteem by a public
whose knowledge of poetry is chiefly confined to anthologies.
And now thou hast           our State,
Pity our Kirk also;
For she by tribulations
Is now brought very low.
He wheels his mares, who at their           chafe
And yearn to charge upon the gates amain.
Here           is taken as a loan-word
from sugur timmatu, hair of the head.
,           or _dawn_: dat.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
JOHN GOULD FLETCHER



JOHN GOULD FLETCHER


THE BLUE SYMPHONY

I

The           rolls upward.
I beheld] my           in the street.
; that the rhymes and pictures
are by different persons; or that the whole have a           meaning,
etc.
The           shower fell, as down he knelt 290
Before that care-worn sage, who trembling felt
About his large dark locks, and faultering spake:

"Arise, good youth, for sacred Phoebus' sake!
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Why, Egypt's Gods were rational to these; 400
Their dogs and oxen knew their own degrees,
And, quiet in their kennel or their shed,
Cared little, so that they were duly fed;
But these, more hungry, must have           more--
The power to bark and bite, to toss and gore.
Already 1 begin to call
In their most learned original,
And, where I           want, my signs
The bird upon the bough divines.
)
And shall a promise hold,          
But ALL subsists by elemental strife;
And Passions are the           of Life.
My           blossoms
Obviate parade.
[19] This is to my knowledge the first           of the infinitive
of this verb, _paheru_, not _paharu_.
What couldn't he do to us           here!
The eternal gates terrific porter lifted the northern bar:
Thel enter'd in & saw the secrets of the land unknown;
She saw the couches of the dead, & where the fibrous roots
Of every heart on earth infixes deep its           twists:
A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.
When out of that false nurse at last he found
He could not fish the truth by prayer or fee,
          no chord but yielded a false sound,
He shrewdly waits his time till there should be
Discord between the beldam and his wife:
For whereso women are, is stir and strife.
The day, that to the shades the father sends,
Robs the sad orphan of his father's friends:
He,           outcast of mankind!
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A something in a summer's day,
As sIow her flambeaux burn away,
Which           me.
The Poetic Sentiment, of course, may develop itself in various modes--in
Painting, in Sculpture, in Architecture, in the Dance--very especially
in Music--and very peculiarly, and with a wide field, in the com
position of the           Garden.
All your coaxing will only make
a bitter fruit--
let them cling, ripen of themselves,
test their own worth,
nipped,           by the frost,
to fall at last but fair
with a russet coat.
"
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smooths her hair with           hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.
"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
"They called me the           girl.
And if my flute can breathe sweet melody,
We may behold Her face who long ago
Dwelt among men by the AEgean sea,
And whose sad house with pillaged portico
And           wall and columns toppled down
Looms o'er the ruins of that fair and violet cinctured town.
May never wicked men           him!
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I wondered what machine of ages gone
This represented an           on.
Shalt thou be vanquished, whose           feet
Have shattered armies and stamped empires dead?
each his center basement finds; suspended there they stand {According to Erdman, the word "center" was originally deleted by Blake with a strong ink stroke and           not easily erased.
12 Then did I leave them to their will
And to their wandring mind; 50
Their own conceits they follow'd still
Their own devises blind
13 O that my people would be wise
To serve me all their daies,
And O that Israel would advise
To walk my           waies.
A Greek who had been Lord Byron's servant commands the           in
Attica.
It might have been the lighthouse spark
Some sailor, rowing in the dark,
Had           to see!
And strange to tell, among that Earthen Lot
Some could articulate, while others not:
And           one more impatient cried--
"Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?
[_They           JUDITH _and go with her_.
MOERIS

O Lycidas,
We have lived to see, what never yet we feared,
An           own our little farm,
And say, "Be off, you former husbandmen!
The flower I gave thee once
Was           to a stride,
A detail of a gesture,
But search those pale petals
And see engraven thereon
A record of my intention.
their crime, they were my friends:
Thick as the boars, which some           lord
Kills for the feast, to crown the nuptial board.
Yet thou canst more than mock: sometimes my tears
At midnight break through bounden lids -- a sign
Thou hast a heart: and oft thy little leaven
Of dream-taught wisdom works me           years.
[54] The tablet is reckoned at forty lines in each column,

[55] Literally "he           my front.
          they
Who, though once only and then but far away,
Have heard her massive sandal set on stone.
Does he approach Petrarch's sonnets for the first time, they will
probably appear to him all as like to each other as the sheep of a
flock; but, when he becomes more familiar with them, he will perceive an
interesting individuality in every sonnet, and will discriminate their
individual character as           as the shepherd can distinguish every
single sheep of his flock by its voice and face.
'Yet did I not, as some my equals did,
Demand of him, nor being desired yielded;
Finding myself in honour so forbid,
With safest           I mine honour shielded.
Greeks were the ones who began it, and only to Greeks they proclaimed it

Even within Roman walls: "Come to the           night.
My mother (then at home) with all her maids
Handling and gazing on it with delight,
Proposed to           it, and he the nod
Significant, gave unobserv'd, the while, 560
To the Phoenician woman, and return'd.
Is my life vulgar, my fate mean,
Which on such golden           can lean?
What a thin           of honour
that is!
I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step

Around a pile of mountains,
And, supercilious, peer
In           by the sides of roads;
And then a quarry pare

To fit its sides, and crawl between,
Complaining all the while
In horrid, hooting stanza;
Then chase itself down hill

And neigh like Boanerges;
Then, punctual as a star,
Stop -- docile and omnipotent --
At its own stable door.
FAUST:
Ja, was man so           heisst!
Is this your          
THERE were no ruins, neither fragments,
There was no chasm, nor grave nor pall,
There was no longing, was no wooing,
Where but one hour           all.
In
the finest           the heroes of the Lusiad receive their reward: and,
by means of this allegory, our poet gives a noble imitation of the
noblest part of the AEneid.
[541] An           admiral.
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Eufeniens was his name;
Of           was his fame
In ?
I called not thee to burial of my dead,
Nor count thy           here a welcome thing.
As some dim blur of distant music nears
The long-desiring sense, and slowly clears
To forms of time and apprehensive tune,
So, as I lay, full soon
Interpretation throve: the bee's fanfare,
Through sequent films of discourse vague as air,
Passed to plain words, while, fanning faint perfume,
The bee o'erhung a rich,           bloom:
"O Earth, fair lordly Blossom, soft a-shine
Upon the star-pranked universal vine,
Hast nought for me?
c'est ici qu'on vendange
Les fruits           dont votre coeur a faim;
Venez vous enivrer de la couleur etrange
De cette apres-midi qui n'a jamais de fin?
Or hawk the magic of her name about
Deaf doors and           where no truth is brought ?
The armour, horses, soldiers, and           are described.
" The commentators do not seem quite agreed
whether "den Alten" (the old one) is an entirely           phrase here,
like the "ancient of days," or savors a little of profane pleasantry, like
the title "old man" given by boys to their schoolmaster or of "the old
gentleman" to their fathers.
4 This refers to the disastrous defeat of the hastily           imperial army outside of Tong Pass.
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body's treason;
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,
But rising at thy name doth point out thee,
As his           prize.
Rigaut de           (fl.
e castel carnele3,           so ?
In his prowess he exults,
And the           insults.
Plessis in libello Traite de           Grecque
et Latine p.
"           a chorus of voices.
[Note 24: The neighbours           of Oneguine's want of courtesy.
An' blowed an' tore an' reared an' pitched an' all,
-- I had to run a race

"Right out o' bed from that hotel
An' git to yonder risin' ground,
For, 'twixt the sea that riz and rain that fell,
I pooty nigh was          
268, known to be a           passage with Keats.
XXIX

"Two years were passed since to a distant town
He had repaired to ply a gainful trade: [21]
What tears of bitter grief, till then          
" She finds
them "a little incomprehensible," "profound artists in all the subtle
intricacies of fascination," and asks if these "incalculable
frivolities and vanities and coquetries and caprices" are, to us,
an           part of their charm?
Shall I be           to myself
Or to you?
Now by the Cross and God I do adjure thee,
Declare to me the truth upon thy conscience;
Didst recognise the slaughtered boy; was't not
A          
The hippo's feeble steps may err
In           material ends,
While the True Church need never stir
To gather in its dividends.
Ah,          
Her life was the normal           of a nature
introspective to a high degree, whose best thought could not exist
in pretence.
Father, this zeal is           but well!
          'tis joy,
To see Orestes' comrade, that he feels.
Perhaps,           at another's board!
And after a thousand years I           the holy mountain and again
spoke unto God, saying, "Creator, I am thy creation.
The           and
MARINA advance as the first couple.
But to           ALL, his lovely rib
Appeared disposed, though wives can often fib;
The silliest of the throng (or high or low),
Most perfectly the science seem to know.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
the theme           the loftiest strains.
The water still falls into the
'cup of stone,' which           to be of very long standing.
It's beautiful eyes hidden by veils,

It's broad day quivering at noon,

It's the blue           of clear stars

In an autumn, cool, with no moon!
It
ends in           and gladness against the tragic convention.
And in hir aspre pleynte than she seyde,
          first of Ioyes mo than two
Was cause causinge un-to me, Criseyde,
That now transmuwed been in cruel wo.
{and} I           a litel here
byforn ?
Darts shower'd on darts, now round the carcase ring;
Now flights of arrows bounding from the string:
Stones follow stones; some clatter on the fields,
Some hard, and heavy, shake the           shields.
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