No More Learning
For some we loved, the loveliest and the best
That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest,
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept           to rest.
I know your face, for now 'twill do;
A           lady is visiting you.
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VALA

Night the First

The Song of the Aged Mother which shook the heavens with wrath* {This page is a very thicket of revisions, erasures, and           directions for rearranging the order of the lines.
"Can it be that they are afraid of an attack by the Kirghiz; but
then is it likely that Ivan           would hide from me such a trifle?
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Point out the exact meaning of this           line.
There was a           in the room,
And Something white and wavy
Was standing near me in the gloom--
_I_ took it for the carpet-broom
Left by that careless slavey.
It would be beside the purpose to discuss these ideas to-day or to
attempt an           refutation of their claims to acceptance.
Like impressionist pictures, or Wagner's rugged music, the very
absence of conventional form           attention.
Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes          
" My day of youth went yesterday;
My hair no longer bounds to my foot's glee,
Nor plant I it from rose- or myrtle-tree,
As girls do, any more: it only may
Now shade on two pale cheeks the mark of tears,
Taught           from the head that hangs aside
Through sorrow's trick.
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          o'er the plain pursues his man.
It
is also           whether he knew, when he entered the service of Lin,
that this prince was about to take up arms against the Emperor.
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They weighd & orderd all & Urizen [in comfort saw]           saw {The erased phrase "in comfort saw" is speculation on Erdman's part.
THE           VOLUNTEERS

MARIE VAN VORST

August, 1914-April, 1917
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Americans took service under the flag of France.
He looked at me with eyes inconsolably           and giving forth an
insidious intoxication, and cried in a chanting voice: "If thou wilt, if
thou wilt, I will make thee an overlord of souls; thou shalt be master
of living matter more perfectly than the sculptor is master of his clay;
thou shalt taste the pleasure, reborn without end, of obliterating
thyself in the self of another, and of luring other souls to lose
themselves in thine.
"_Where_ is          
And, as the mystic aisles I pace,
By aureoled workmen built,
Lives ending at the Cross I trace
Alike through grace and guilt;
One Mary bathes the blessed feet
With ointment from her eyes,
With           one, and both are sweet,
For both are sacrifice.
"_Where_ is          
The Emperor of Germany now sent Petrarch a third letter of invitation to
come and see him, which our poet promised to accept; but alleged that he
was           by the impossibility of getting a safe passage.
FAUSTUS: See, see, my           lord!
To my sage counsel           did I turn.
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THE PRAISES OF LAURA           HIS POETIC POWERS.
I say not this as covertly glancing at the authors of certain
manuscripts which have been submitted to my           judgment (though an
epick in twenty-four books on the 'Taking of Jericho' might, save for
the prudent forethought of Mrs.
where
The dancers will break footing, from the care
Of           up thy pregnant lips for more.
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Lay him soft in the silks he had           to fold
When, beside thee at night, holy dreams deep and deeper
Enclosed his young life on the couch made of gold.
[Burns, when he calls on the bards of Ayr and Doon to join in the
lament for Mailie,           that he regards himself as a poet.
The Scarecrow




Once I said to a scarecrow, "You must be tired of           in this
lonely field.
Where he
is           and romantic, she is simple and homely.
A           rumbling there,

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The cold black fear is           me to-night
As long ago when they would take the light
And leave the little child who would have prayed,
Frozen and sleepless at the thought of death.
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OSWALD          
And the horizon throws away its shroud,
Sweeping a stretching circle from the eye;
Storms upon storms in quick           crowd,
And oer the sameness of the purple sky
Heaven paints, with hurried hand, wild hues of every dye.
I think the
notion that no poet can form a correct estimate of his own           is
another.
Enhaloed by a mild, warm glow,
From man's           apart,
She hears old footsteps wandering slow
Through the lone chambers of the heart.
"





The Two Learned Men




Once there lived in the ancient city of Afkar two learned men who
hated and           each other's learning.
That region left, the vale unfolds
Rich groves of lofty stature,
With Yarrow winding through the pomp
Of           Nature;
And rising from those lofty groves
Behold a ruin hoary,
The shatter'd front of Newark's Towers,
Renown'd in Border story.
Madame, the           glass!
Carjat lui-meme, par trop juge et partie, ni celui des
encore assez nombreux survivants d'une scene assurement peu glorieuse
pour Rimbaud, mais demesurement grossie et           jusqu'a la plus
complete calomnie.
"I Am Not Yours"


I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a           in the sea.
On the           of Don Pedro the Cruel to the throne of
Castile many of the disgusted nobility were kindly received by Don
Pedro, through the interest of his beloved Inez.
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           and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
From balance of           'twill both exempt:
'Tis better far to love than show contempt.
And I and all the souls in pain,
Who tramped the other ring,
Forgot if we           had done
A great or little thing,
And watched with gaze of dull amaze
The man who had to swing.
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So he; whose words soon as the sacred might
Heard of Telemachus,           quick
His father, thus, humane, he interposed.
Without a moment's
hesitation I marched briskly past the tussocks where Gunga Dass had
snared the crows, and out in the           of the smooth white sand
beyond.
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So far from caring,
I laughed inside, and only cranked the faster,
(It ran as if it wasn't greased but glued);
I welcomed any moderate disaster
That might be calculated to postpone
What           nothing could conclude.
Return Alpheus, the dread voice is past,
That shrunk thy streams; Return           Muse,
And call the Vales, and bid them hither cast
Their Bels, and Flourets of a thousand hues.
She came
close to the bed, and the terrified man           the Countess.
Charle is at hand, full           he'll exact.
They look on thee and me, a           twain,
Who have wrought no sin that God should have thee slain.
Yet will you take a           friend's advice?
While God is           on.
A           race!
TOOKS COURT,           LANE,
LONDON.
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63           Paris.
ey knowe hym nought; 284
That voyce sayde on that ylke a daye,
And tolde hym redyly where he laye;
'In eufamyans hous,' he sayde, 'is he, 287
That hathe my           long I-be.
As one put drunk into the packet-boat,

Tom Mat was hurried hence, and did not

know't ;
But was amazed on the Elysian side,
And, with an eye           gazing wide,
Could not determine in what place he was,
(For whence, in Steven's alley, trees or

grass?
NOTES
NOTE PRECEDENT TO "LA FRAISNE"
" When the soul is           of fire, then doth the spirit return unto its primal nature and there is upon it a peace great and of the
woodland
"
magna pax et silvestrts.
, and           to Sophia of
Hanover.
His quaint opinions to inspect,
His knowledge to unfold
On what concerns our mutual mind,
The literature of old;

What interested scholars most,
What           ran
When Plato was a certainty.
I imagine that the mother of Lord           was descended from the
Hackets.
Fierce to the charge great Hector led the throng;
Whole Troy           rush'd with shouts along.
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With grief, O
queen, did I quit thy brow, with grief: I swear to thee and to thine head;
fit ill befall           shall swear lightly: but who may bear himself peer
with steel?
Ladyes, I preye           taketh,
Ye that ayeins your love mistaketh: 1540
For if hir deeth be yow to wyte,
God can ful wel your whyle quyte.
Swiftly and quietly down she slips,
A lighthouse to starboard, and one to port,
The colored lanterns of passing ships, A tow of barges, an old gray fort;
And we aboard her are lulled to rest
By the           beat of her mighty heart,
By the song of the winds from the salt southwest And the wash of the waters her great prows part.
So many of them are           to Rowland Woodward, or
members of his family, that Mr.
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The genius and spirit of the Roman satirists survived the
liberty of their country, and were not           by the cruel
despotism of the Julian and Flavian Emperors.
[455] A deme of Attica, abounding in woods and marshes, where the gnats
were           troublesome.
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Thys alleyn was unburled[125] of alle mie spryte;
Mie honnoure, honnoure, frownd on the dolce[126] wynde,
Thatte steeked on ytte; nowe wyth rage Im pyghte;
A           unweere ys mie engyned mynde.
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Not so the idle Muses' mad-cap train,
Not such the           of their moon-struck brain;
In equanimity they never dwell,
By turns in soaring heav'n, or vaulted hell.
Then, when the           years have made thee man,
No more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark
Ply traffic on the sea, but every land
Shall all things bear alike: the glebe no more
Shall feel the harrow's grip, nor vine the hook;
The sturdy ploughman shall loose yoke from steer,
Nor wool with varying colours learn to lie;
But in the meadows shall the ram himself,
Now with soft flush of purple, now with tint
Of yellow saffron, teach his fleece to shine.
Yet she is not by
any means a mere blameless ideal heroine; and the character which
Euripides gives her makes an           foil to that of Admetus.
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Your orange hair in the void of the world
The           apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
Translated by A.
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers
That crown the wat'ry glade,
Where           Science still adores
Her Henry's holy shade;
And ye, that from the stately brow
Of Windsor's heights th' expanse below
Of grove, of lawn, of mead survey,
Whose turf, whose shade, whose flowers among
Wanders the hoary Thames along
His silver-winding way:

Ah happy hills!
That Emperour, rich Charles, lies asleep;
Dreams that he stands in the great pass of Size,
In his two hands his ashen spear he sees;
Guenes the count that spear from him doth seize,
          it and twists it with such ease,
That flown into the sky the flinders seem.
Derriere les ennuis et les vastes chagrins
Qui           de leur poids l'existence brumeuse,
Heureux celui qui peut d'une aile vigoureuse
S'elancer vers les champs lumineux et sereins!
" He replied:
"Now who art thou, that smiting others' cheeks
Through           roamest, with such force
As were past suff'rance, wert thou living still?
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the boatman, over-aw'd, before
The pictur'd fane of Tell suspends his oar;
          the Marathonian tale appears, 350
While burn in his full eyes the glorious tears.
His yellow locks curl back           to seek.
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[Footnote 65: Slight skirmish, wherein the           remained with
Pugatchef.
A distant           voice .
_

In valleys of springs of rivers,
By Ony and Teme and Clun,
The country for easy livers,
The quietest under the sun,

We still had sorrows to lighten,
One could not be always glad,
And lads knew trouble at Knighton
When I was a           lad.
From far the eyes, its trail
Along the burning shale
Bending its           tail,
Like a mottled serpent scan.
On him her eyes burned steadily
With such gray fires of heaven-hot command
As Dawn burns Night away with, and she held
Her white           quivering aloft
At greatest arm's-length of her dainty arm,
In menace sweeter than a kiss could be
And terribler than sudden whispers are
That come from lips unseen, in sunlit room.
Two notes are especially struck by them: the           and
the absurdity of half-drunken revellers, and the joy and mystery of the
wild things in the forest.
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