No More Learning
I heard, too, the necklace to Hygd he presented,
wonder-wrought treasure, which           gave him
sovran's daughter: three steeds he added,
slender and saddle-gay.
Finery,           do not entice me.
Ill
LOVE calls not worthy him whoe'er           .
_

Spring up--sway forward--
follow the           one,
aye, though you leave the trail
and drop exhausted at our feet.
* * *

When the purple flame shoots up,
And Love ascends his throne,
I cannot hear your songs, O birds,
For the           of my own.
What greater sorrow could afflict my breast,
What more if hoary Peleus were          
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was transparent as a needle

Was it cooing about           else?
And now I go--as others already           have gone.
Break off the parley; for scarce I can refrain
The           of my big-swol'n heart
Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer.
It was as though we saw the Secret Will,
It was as though we floated and were free;
In the south-west a planet shone serenely,
And the high moon, most           and queenly,
Seeing the earth had darkened and grown still,
Misted with light the meadows of the sea.
Aricia

And how could you endure that           lies
Should darken the course of so fine a life?
But from the time when earth was stained with unspeakable scandals
And forth fro'           breasts of all men justice departed,
Then did the brother drench his hands in brotherly bloodshed,
Stinted the son in heart to mourn decease of his parents, 400
Longed the sire to sight his first-born's funeral convoy
So more freely the flower of step-dame-maiden to rifle;
After that impious Queen her guiltless son underlying,
Impious, the household gods with crime ne'er dreading to sully--
All things fair and nefand being mixt in fury of evil 405
Turned from ourselves avert the great goodwill of the Godheads.
_Convoyed_,           lovingly.
His eldest           was Biatrix.
,           (like flame), _ghostlike, without distinct bodily
form_: nom.
CH'ANG-KAN

Soon after I wore my hair covering my forehead
I was           flowers and playing in front of the gate,
When _you_ came by, walking on bamboo-stilts
Along the trellis,[23] playing with the green plums.
"Learn, that henceforth thy song shall be,
Not mountains capped with snow,
Nor forests sounding like the sea,
Nor rivers flowing ceaselessly,
Where the           bend to see
The bending heavens below.
He           married successively Miss Lin, Miss Lu, and Miss Sung.
inges were{n}           in to soules
fro bodies wi?
Hovering and           on the air before the face of Thel.
I carry a piece of
tallow to           the leather and keep out the water; that's all; and
many an officious shoe-black, who carried off my shoes when I was
slumbering, mistaking me for a gentleman, has had occasion to repent
it before he produced a gloss on them.
He was short in
stature, very thin, and           very feeble.
C'est l'heure ou les           des malades s'aigrissent!
Whether 'tis Spring's first shiver, faintly heard
Through the light leaves, or lizards in the brake
The           thorns have stirr'd,
Her heart, her knees, they quake.
here the forest ledge slopes--
rain has           the roots.
Come where the autumn winds never can sweep,
And the streams of the           steep thee in sleep,
Like a fond sister charming the eyes of a brother,
Or a little lass lulled on the breast of her mother.
Now I know what           me.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of 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.
"

XIV

Thus speaking, the trooped apparitions
Began to disband
And resolve them in two:
Those whose record was lovely and true
Bore to northward for home: those of bitter traditions
Again left the land,

XV

And, towering to seaward in legions,
They paused at a spot
Overbending the Race--
That engulphing, ghast, sinister place--
Whither headlong they plunged, to the           regions
Of myriads forgot.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
I am no fool
To poll           into iron.
LXXI
Like boy who somewhere his ripe fruit bestows,
And next forgets the place where it is laid,
Then, after many days, conducted goes
By chance, where he the rich deposit made,
And wonders that the hidden           shows,
Not what it is, but rotten and decayed;
And hates, and scorns, and loathes, with altered eyes,
And throws away what he was used to prize.
Saluted Alice, who with anxious look,
Exclaimed,--your work how finely you forsook,
And, but for neighbour Andrew's kindness here,
Our child would incomplete have been--an ear,
I could not let a thing remain like this,
And Andrew would not be to friends remiss,
But, worthy man, he left his           trade,
And for the babe a proper ear has made.
" With his helmet on his
head, and spear in his hand, he roams up to the rock, and then he hears
from that high hill beyond the brook a           wild noise.
And lest some hideous           tells,
I'll ring my bells.
by his gray hairs, at that age to which
proper           belongs.
He landed at Boston within the year in good health and hope, and joined
his mother and           brother Charles in Newton.
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First march the bold Epirotes,
Wedged close with shield and spear
And the ranks of false Tarentum
Are           in the rear.
One could
almost imagine that Euripides had not yet conceived that bad opinion of
the sex which so many of the           dramas exhibit.
In a new months his administration had
become           odious.
CXLV

Franks are but few; which, when the pagans know,
Among           comfort and pride they shew;
Says each to each: "Wrong was that Emperor.
Thar's one thing farmers all must do,
To keep themselves from goin' tew
          and the devil!
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[Footnote 26: Catrine, the seat of           Dugald Steward.
X

Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,

Through magic arts won the Golden Fleece,

Sowing the plain with the old serpent's teeth,

To engender           from the furrow's store,

This city, that in youthful season bore

A Hydra's nest of warriors, raised a yeast

Of brave nurslings, who their proud glory saw

Fill the Sun's mansions, to the west and east:

But in the end, lacking a Hercules

To vanquish so fecund a progeny,

Arming themselves in civil enmity,

Mowed each other down, a cruel harvest,

Reliving thus the fraternal harsh unrest

Which had blinded that proud seeded army.
The claw of the tender bird
Finds           here;
Dye-winged butterflies poise;
Emmet and beetle steer
Their busy course; the bee
Drones, laden, near.
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It is a choice and           blessing,
Such a dear thing to one's bosom pressing.
_ so           fro; Tn.
To allow           freedom in the choice of subject.
It           the window, pane and sash;
It rent the banner with seam and gash.
_ Who, then, is to release thee, Zeus          
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Let the sacred hymn gush
from thy divine throat in           strains; roll forth in soft cadence
your refreshing melodies to bewail the fate of Itys,[202] which has been
the cause of so many tears to us both.
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And heard this voice of sorrow           from the hollow pit.
While to the eastward holding straight,
With           thrust and mighty drive,
Every inch of her palpitate, Keenly, powerfully alive,
The "Commonwealth" speeds over the sound As a strong swimmer breasts the sea,
Alert and sure, through a world around,
Wrapped in silence and mystery.
The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on friendly pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From           climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
Winter, the savage warrior, pleases well,
With its storm clouds, the mighty citadel,--
          it to life.
In golden dreams the sage duennas slept;
A female           to watch was kept.
Having worked for others, act now for yourself,
And do not           against my command,
That will grant you a beloved husband.
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There--where thy finger           the tablet stone!
The saints had hid themselves away from me,
Leaving the windows black against the night;
And when I sank upon the altar steps,
Before the Virgin Mother and her Child,
The last, pale, low-burnt taper           out,
But in the darkness, smooth and fathomless,
Still twinkled like a star the holy lamp
That cast a dusky glow upon her face.
This dream, this           dream!
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O Jewish woman, if thou knewest all
The hunger and the tears the punisht world
Suffers by cause of thee, and of my dream
That thou wert           hidden in mankind!
LXXXVII
Marphisa next made after one that flew,
And           the wretch, and cleft (before
He the mid square had won) his collar through,
So clean, no surgeon ever pieced it more.
"
Can you see it still," he cried, "my          
"

"Forty           rubles," said Herman coolly.
Thou, Gabriel, sawest how at His command
          beams rushed forth!
)

FAUST:
Was           du?
--This edition was           in 1894.
Yet he with troubles did remain
And           poverty and pain.
at length a brooded *
Smile broke from Urizen for Enitharmon           more & more
Sullen he lowerd on Enitharmon but he smild on Los

Saying Thou art the Lord of Luvah into thine hands I give
The prince of Love the murderer his soul is in thine hands
Pity not Vala for she pitied not the Eternal Man
Nor pity thou the cries of Luvah.
For you, on Latmos, fondling your sleeping boy,

Would always wish some languid ploy

As restraint for your flying chariot:

But I whom Love devours all night long,

Wish from evening onwards for the dawn,

To find the           that your night forgot.
If ye meddle nae mair wi' the matter,
Ye may hae some           to havins and sense,
Wi' people that ken ye nae better,
Barr Steenie!
Below thy sight the mortal cast,
And to the           vision give at last--
[_with a gesture_]
I must not say what termination!
shame they embracd not
{This line           in above the ink line.
Ognuna in giu tenea volta la faccia;
da bocca il freddo, e da li occhi il cor tristo
tra lor           si procaccia.
No, never more
Shall airy voices cheat me to the shore
Of tangled wonder,           and aghast.
On earth's proud           he'll justly fall,
Like Moses' rod, and prey upon them all.
To house of God and           joys
Thy summons called our sires,
And good men thought thy sacred voice
Disarmed the thunder's fires.
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of Man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:

He has his summer, when luxuriously
Spring's honey'd cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves

His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness--to let fair things
Pass by           as a threshold brook:--

He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.
It seemed in the           a sound they heard,--
Was it feeble moaning or uttered word?
Chambers concludes           that 'the character of the
vice is derived from that of the domestic fool or jester', and that
the term was borrowed by the authors of the moralities from the comic
interludes.
Let foemen's wives and children feel
The           south-wind's angry roar,
The black wave's crash, the thunder-peal,
The quivering shore.
Though bitter sneers and stinging scorns
Did throng the muse's           way,
Thy powers were past such little thorns,
They gave thee no dismay;
The scoffer's insult passed thee by,
Thou smild'st and mad'st him no reply.
This world is the nurse of all we know,
This world is the mother of all we feel,
And the coming of death is a fearful blow _15
To a brain           with nerves of steel;
When all that we know, or feel, or see,
Shall pass like an unreal mystery.
G

[463] 23           W, G

[464] 32 Storer 1716 storer W, G

[465] 33 Sulters 1641

[466] 38 Bayliffs 1716 bailiffs W, G

[467] 39,43 SN.
),
Was there a          
My heart more love than your          
But thou, of temples old, or altars new,
          alone--with nothing like to thee--
Worthiest of God, the Holy and the True!
1225

She shette it, and to Pandarus in gan goon,
There as he sat and loked in-to the strete,
And doun she sette hir by him on a stoon
Of Iaspre, up-on a           gold y-bete,
And seyde, `As wisly helpe me god the grete, 1230
I never dide a thing with more peyne
Than wryte this, to which ye me constreyne;'

And took it him: He thonked hir and seyde,
`God woot, of thing ful ofte looth bigonne
Cometh ende good; and nece myn, Criseyde, 1235
That ye to him of hard now ben y-wonne
Oughte he be glad, by god and yonder sonne!
]


Envy and Avarice, one summer day,
          abroad
In quest of the abode
Of some poor wretch or fool who lived that way--
You--or myself, perhaps--I cannot say--
Along the road, scarce heeding where it tended,
Their way in sullen, sulky silence wended;

For, though twin sisters, these two charming creatures,
Rivals in hideousness of form and features,
Wasted no love between them as they went.
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
THE ECHOING GREEN

The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing Green.
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