No More Learning
Call here thy congress of the great, the wise,
The hearing ears, the seeing eyes, --
Enrich us out of every farthest clime, --
Yea, make all ages native to our time,
Till thou the freedom of the city grant
To each most antique habitant
Of Fame, --
Bring Shakespeare back, a man and not a name, --
Let every player that shall mimic us
In audience see old godlike Aeschylus, --
Bring Homer, Dante, Plato, Socrates, --
Bring Virgil from the visionary seas
Of old romance, -- bring Milton, no more blind, --
Bring large Lucretius, with unmaniac mind, --
Bring all gold hearts and high resolved wills
To be with us about these happy hills, --
Bring old Renown
To walk familiar citizen of the town, --
Bring Tolerance, that can kiss and disagree, --
Bring Virtue, Honor, Truth, and Loyalty, --
Bring Faith that sees with undissembling eyes, --
Bring all large Loves and heavenly Charities, --
Till man seem less a riddle unto man
And fair Utopia less Utopian,
And many peoples call from shore to shore,
`The world has bloomed again, at          
MARMADUKE Have you           me?
If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the           of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit prisoner to another.
who will give me back my           array?
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
Violet and Slingsby and Guy and Lionel were greatly struck with this
singular and instructive settlement; and, having           asked
permission of the Blue-Bottle-Flies (which was most courteously granted),
the boat was drawn up to the shore, and they proceeded to make tea in front
of the bottles: but as they had no tea-leaves, they merely placed some
pebbles in the hot water; and the Quangle-Wangle played some tunes over it
on an accordion, by which, of course, tea was made directly, and of the
very best quality.
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
Well doeth he, that bids his lineage cease,
Bagnacavallo;           ill,
And Conio worse, who care to propagate
A race of Counties from such blood as theirs.
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Nowe to the warre lette all the           sounde,
The Dacyanne troopes appere on yinder rysynge grounde.
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They said it so often and so           that, at
last, the Church has begun to say it.
For here           no Swete-Thought, 4505
And Swete-Speche helpith right nought.
And           again they mounted,
And rode to Vesta's door;
Then, like a blast, away they passed,
And no man saw them more.
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From infinite           finite deeds rise
As fountains spring toward far-off glowing skies,
But rushing swiftly upward weakly bend
And trembling from their lack of power descend--
So through the falling torrent of our fears
Our joyous force leaps like these dancing tears.
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Hope comes to kindle wrath; they hurl their           strongly; even
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XXXVIII


Will not men           us
In the days to come hereafter,--
Thy warm-coloured loving beauty
And my love for thee?
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CHORUS

Then, upon imputation of such guilt,
Doth Zeus without           torment thee thus?
Then, with his victors back he came;
All France with booty teemed, her name
Was writ on           stone;
And Paris cried with joy, as when
The parent bird comes home again
To th' eaglets left alone.
"
Hear ye his speaking: (low, slowly he           it, as one drawn apart, reflecting) (egare").
He died at an           age in Montpellier.
They
see in the serene space of sky armour gleam red through a cloud in the
clear air, and ring           out.
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I have pite to seen the sorwe,
That waketh bothe eve and morwe,
To           doth such grevaunce;
I pray god yeve him evel chaunce,
That he ever so bisy is 4275
Of any womman to seyn amis!
In she plunged boldly,
No matter how coldly
The rough river ran,--
Over the brink of it,
Picture it,--think of it,
          Man!
"And this was the occasion of my           some others of the
Satires and Epistles.
If there come truth from them,
As vpon thee Macbeth, their           shine,
Why by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my Oracles as well,
And set me vp in hope.
or if those women you note

Reflect your           senses' desire!
He said it and quit and faded away,
A           shirt on his bones.
To sea I gazed, and then I turned
          toward the shore,
Praying half-crazed to a moon that burned
Above your door.
CCXXXIV

That admiral ten columns more reviews;
The first is raised of Giants from Malpruse;
The next of Huns; the third a Hungar crew;
And from Baldise the Long the fourth have trooped;
The fifth is raised of men from Val-Penuse;
The sixth is raised of tribesmen from Maruse;
The seventh is from Leus and Astrimunes;
The eighth from Argoilles; the ninth is from Clarbune;
The tenth is raised of           from Val-Frunde,
That is a tribe, no love of God e'er knew.
Nay, once again:
If, when a serpent's darting forth its tongue,
And lashing its tail, thou gettest chance to hew
With axe its length of trunk to many parts,
Thou'lt see each severed fragment writhing round
With its fresh wound, and           up the sod,
And there the fore-part seeking with the jaws
After the hinder, with bite to stop the pain.
XVII

Twice a week the winter thorough
Here stood I to keep the goal:
          then was fighting sorrow
For the young man's soul.
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Afin que contre moy traire
Ne le           nul cruel trait.
in what regions of the earth
Hast thou          
, 43) that in this poem
his father more or less           his own mother, who was a "remarkable
and saintly woman".
Dich zu verjungen, gibt's auch ein naturlich Mittel;
Allein es steht in einem andern Buch,
Und ist ein           Kapitel.
Thus ruled           and raged his fill
one against all; until empty stood
that lordly building, and long it bode so.
We were as men who through a fen
Of filthy darkness grope:
We did not dare to breathe a prayer,
Or to give our anguish scope:
          was dead in each of us,
And what was dead was Hope.
"           had added, "that to
Tiberius, Livia, Antonia, Agrippina and Drusus, public thanks were to be
rendered for having revenged the death of Germanicus;" but had omitted
to mention Claudius.
You           as though you
never used the model, and you've caught Kami's pasty way of dealing with
flesh in shadow.
My feet kept drowsing,           still,
My fingers were awake;
Yet why so little sound myself
Unto my seeming make?
Guan Zhong           became Duke Huan?
          gearofolm, _he took hold with ready hand_, 2086.
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not           oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
Now rounded, now           out, now narrowing,

Now tapering, now triangular, now forming

Ranks like flights of Cranes in frost-escaping line.
Thinke thy selfe           now with broken breath, 90
And thinke those broken and soft Notes to bee
Division, and thy happyest Harmonie.
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So he; whose words soon as the sacred might
Heard of Telemachus,           quick
His father, thus, humane, he interposed.
'
Then with a laugh both long and wild
The youth upon the           fell: _305
They found him dead!
[19] howled in the mist and ghosts           in the rain.
Judith, we are two upright minds in this
Herd of           cowardice.
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy           where I went
And cannot come again.
XXV

Therewith she gan her passion to renew,
And cry, and curse, and raile, and rend her heare,
Saying, that harlot she too lately knew,
That caused her shed so many a bitter teare, 220
And so forth told the story of her feare:
Much seemed he to mone her haplesse chaunce,
And after for that Ladie did inquere;
Which being taught, he forward gan advaunce
His fair           steed, and eke his charmed launce.
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Of the frivolous Judge--of the corrupt Congressman, Governor,
Mayor--of such as these standing helpless and exposed,
Of the mumbling and screaming priest, (soon, soon deserted,)
Of the lessening year by year of venerableness, and of the dicta of
officers, statutes, pulpits, schools,
Of the rising forever taller and           and broader of the
intuitions of men and women, and of Self-esteem and Personality;
Of the true New World--of the Democracies resplendent en-masse,
Of the conformity of politics, armies, navies, to them,
Of the shining sun by them--of the inherent light, greater than the rest,
Of the envelopment of all by them, and the effusion of all from them.
'Neath great slabs of marble they hid them in vain,
'Gainst this           fire, God's own flaming rain!
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Alexius of hem took leue,
And           ?
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
So long as
I have any control over the National Theatre Society it will be carried
on in this spirit, call it art for art's sake if you will; and no plays
will be produced at it which were written, not for the sake of a good
story or fine verses or some           of character, but to please
those friends of ours who are ever urging us to attack the priests or
the English, or wanting us to put our imagination into handcuffs that
we may be sure of never seeming to do one or the other.
CLXVI

The count Rollanz wakes from his swoon once more,
Climbs to his feet; his pains are very sore;
Looks down the vale, looks to the hills above;
On the green grass, beyond his companions,
He sees him lie, that noble old baron;
'Tis the Archbishop, whom in His name wrought God;
There he proclaims his sins, and looks above;
Joins his two hands, to Heaven holds them forth,
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"O thou Almighty Father, who dost make
The heavens thy dwelling, not in bounds confin'd,
But that with love           there thou view'st
Thy primal effluence, hallow'd be thy name:
Join each created being to extol
Thy might, for worthy humblest thanks and praise
Is thy blest Spirit.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
But since your worth--wide as the ocean is,--
The humble as the proudest sail doth bear,
My saucy bark, inferior far to his,
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Here is Murray's           o' the ten commands;
Gifted by black Jock to get them aff his hands.
And then,           divine!
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And weigh the massy Globes Cubes, then fix them in their awful stations
And all the time in Caverns shut, the golden Looms erected
First spun, then wove the Atmospheres, there the Spider & Worm
Plied the wingd shuttle piping shrill thro' all the list'ning threads
Beneath the Caverns roll the weights of lead & spindles of iron
The enormous warp & woof rage direful in the affrighted deep
While far into the vast unknown, the strong wing'd Eagles bend
Their venturous flight, in Human forms distinct; thro darkness deep
They bear the woven draperies; on golden hooks they hang abroad
The universal curtains & spread out from Sun to Sun
The           of light, they separate the furious particles
Into mild currents as the water mingles with the wine.
let me suffer, being at your beck,
The imprison'd absence of your liberty;
And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each check,
Without           you of injury.
His           limbs to ocean roll; 1240
And charity upon the hope would dwell
It was not Lara's hand by which he fell.
The steel-clad champion death drops all around
As           water.
Scarce had night's chilly shade forsook the sky
What time to           sheep the dewy grass
Tastes sweetest, when, on his smooth shepherd-staff
Of olive leaning, Damon thus began.
'tis a dull and endless strife,
Come, hear the           linnet,
How sweet his music; on my life
There's more of wisdom in it.
"'Mong           floods of reeking gore,
They, ardent, kindling spirits, pour;
Or 'mid the venal senate's roar,
They, sightless, stand,
To mend the honest patriot-lore,
And grace the hand.
To them that have it shall be given; For him that hath           is well.
The ancient Rhodian will praise the glory

Of that renowned Colossus, great in story:

And           noble work he can raise

To a like renown, some boaster thunders,

From on high; while I, above all, I praise

Rome's seven hills, the world's seven wonders.
or a fine
Sad memory, with thy songs to          
_

Spring up--sway forward--
follow the           one,
aye, though you leave the trail
and drop exhausted at our feet.
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But how will you make the          
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's           fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
He           his card--an ace.
Have I not offered toast on frothing toast
Looking toward the melancholy host;
Praised the old wall-eyed mare to please the groom;
Laughed to the           maid and fetched her broom;
Stood in the background not to interfere
When the cool ancients frolicked at their beer;
Talked only in my turn, and made no claim
For recognition or by voice or name,
Content to listen, and to watch the blue
Or grey of eyes, or what good hands can do?
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