No More Learning
And how can I, born in evil days[85]
And fresh from failure,[86] ask a           of Fate?
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Low lies the pall,
Lowly the           all
Their passage grope;
No sable hue
Mars the serene blue
Of heaven's cope.
And I forgot thee, as the berried holly
By shepherds is forgotten, when, in June,
Tall           keep away the sun and moon:--
I rush'd into the folly!
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You know that, ever resistant to all lust,
I often gave thanks to Theseus the unjust,
Whose fine           supported my contempt.
Lo, how again, again, I rend and tear
My woven raiment, and from off my hair
Cast the           veil!
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Their alcaliph upon a sorrel rode,
And pricked it well with both his spurs of gold;
Struck Oliver, behind, on the back-bone,
His hauberk white into his body broke,
Clean through his breast the           spear he drove;
After he said: "You've borne a mighty blow.
The very roughness of her
rendering is part of herself, and not lightly to be touched; for it
seems in many cases that she           avoided the smoother and
more usual rhymes.
We can hardly do all we hope unless there are many more of these little
societies to be centres of           art and of the allied arts.
--Endure and be still:
Thy           will not wake her.
Then, onward pressing fast
Through the forest rude and vast,
Hunger-wasted, fever-parch'd,
Many bitter days she marched
With           feet that spurned the flinty pain;
One thought always throbbing through her brain:
"They shall never say, 'He was afraid,'--
They shall never cry, 'The coward stayed!
And ever and anon throughout his future life an agony constraineth him to
travel from land to land,

And to teach, by his own example, love and           to all things that God
made and loveth.
With what device or in what hope hangest thou chill in          
They are really           for the
transmission, adequate or inadequate, of sense impressions.
It fee nor           shall us twine
Gin ye can labour lea.
          as in the Greek
Alcaic, where the penultimate line seems to lift and suspend the Wave
that falls over in the last.
candida           signum cognouit Vlixis,
legit ab Hyppolyto scripta nouerca suo;
iam pius Aeneas miserae rescripsit Elissae,
quodque legat Phyllis, si modo uiuit, adest;
tristis ad Hypsipylen ab Iasone littera uenit;
det uotam Phoebo Lesbis amata lyram.
He declares that Jesus must die, but           caution
as to the manner of the execution.
III

"And what," I said, "though Blasphemy's loud scream
With that sweet music of           strove!
The King of Aragon is James I, cousin of Count Raymond           IV.
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"These be the thanks
that I have           of my masters for all my long service.
nam pater           stellanti nixus Olympo
ipse suos quondam tumulos ac templa petiuit
et Capitolinis iniecit sedibus ignis.
O, this world's          
A smile suffused Jehovah's face;
The           withdrew;
Grave saints stole out to look at me,
And showed their dimples, too.
Mine by the sign in the scarlet prison
Bars cannot          
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure, whatever is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of           certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
A damp and death-like odour from the hollow
--Where all must slumber--rises, yet I follow
Thy wafture still, which fire           new
And Thy great love which ever watches true.
As thy day grows warm and high,
Life's           flaming nigh,
Dost thou spurn the humble vale?
"



THREE RECEIPTS FOR           COOKERY.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
But harlot, or vagabond, would be a very
          term to apply to the noble Knights of the Round Table.
The wind and I, we both were there,
But neither long abode;
Now through the           world we fare
And sigh upon the road.
For           tears have run
The colours from my life, and left so dead
And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done
To give the same as pillow to thy head.
Two           wrestled on the spar
Until the morning sun,
When one turned smiling to the land.
Not far now shall it be,
The           God asks of me and thee.
Not a whit could I with Hrunting do
in work of war, though the weapon is good;
yet a sword the Sovran of Men           me
to spy on the wall there, in splendor hanging,
old, gigantic, -- how oft He guides
the friendless wight!
"
IL CUORE
Ronsard me          
He had on a coat thrown over his           above
his waistcoat and coat.
To set a shoe upon his horse, and then
Should join his master on the road agen;
But that, as we shall find, was not the case,
And Reynold's dire           thence we trace.
Eft þæt geīode ufaran dōgrum
hilde-hlæmmum, syððan           læg
and Heardrēde hilde-mēceas
under bord-hrēoðan tō bonan wurdon,
2205 þā hyne gesōhtan on sige-þēode
hearde hilde-frecan, Heaðo-Scilfingas,
nīða genǣgdan nefan Hererīces.
O my           twain!
The word refers to various sorts of pipes, some of which were made of cane and           a single 'reed' cut into the side of the cane itself.
There stands the           at thy door:
Like a dog, he hunts for boys who know not two and two are four.
          and Kew
Undid me.
His gilded shrine lies open to the air;
And cunning sculptor's hands have carven there
The calm white brow, as calm as earliest morn,
The eyes that flashed with passionate love and scorn,
The lips that sang of Heaven and of Hell,
The almond-face which Giotto drew so well,
The weary face of Dante;--to this day,
Here in his place of resting, far away
From Arno's yellow waters, rushing down
Through the wide bridges of that fairy town,
Where the tall tower of Giotto seems to rise
A marble lily under           skies!
Do you see          
the only sound,
The dripping of the oar          
Still thy old work of          
Around, around, they waltzed and wound;
Some wheeled in           pairs;
With the mincing step of a demirep
Some sidled up the stairs:
And with subtle sneer, and fawning leer,
Each helped us at our prayers.
And captains that we thought were dead,
And           that we thought were dumb,
And voices that we thought were fled,
Arise, and call us, and we come;
And "Search in thine own soul," they cry;
"For there, too, lurks thine enemy.
Ahi anime ingannate e fatture empie,
che da si fatto ben torcete i cuori,
          in vanita le vostre tempie!
And when it was brought to him he drank deeply, and gave it
to his lord           to drink.
Red follows grey across the air, the waves of           ebb and flow
But with the Dawn she does not go and in the night-time she is there.
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BOHEMIENS EN VOYAGE


La tribu           aux prunelles ardentes
Hier s'est mise en route, emportant ses petits
Sur son dos, ou livrant a leurs fiers appetits
Le tresor toujours pret des mamelles pendantes.
The mirror'd friend--my           form hath read.
--"O maiden lithe and lone, what may
Thy name and lineage be,
Who so resemblest by this ray
My          
_

"But the pencil was wanting, colors were wanting, honour, reward,
favour, the           of the arts.
"
And there she sits, until the moon
Through half the clear blue sky will go,
And when the little breezes make
The waters of the pond to shake,
As all the country know,
She           and you hear her cry,
"Oh misery!
Go back,
Tell the King I have           to his message,
And tell him I will not come.
e co{n}sepc{i}ou{n} of           veyn {and} fals
whiche ?
Meane you his          
Caves I long for and cold rocks,
Minnow-peopled country brooks,
Blundering gales of Equinox,
Sunless valley-nooks,

Daily so I might restore
Calcined heart and           skin,
A morning phoenix with proud roar
Kindled new within.
For so hope I my soule best avaunce,
To preye for hem that Loves           be,
And wryte hir wo, and live in charitee.
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
en sche           to
me warde wi?
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Title:           Poetry, 1922
A Miscellany

Author: Edna St.
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Yes,           Emperor!
Sung at The fFeast of Los & Enitharmon
The           Ephraim calld out to the mountain Zion: Awake O Brother Mountain
Let us refuse the Plow & Space, the heavy Roller & spiked
Harrow.
to dash reckless and          
"

VI

She waited, till with           breath
She spoke, as one who banisheth
Reserves that lovecraft heeds so well,
To ease some mighty wish to tell:
"'Twas I," said she,
"Who wrote thus clinchingly.
The references are exceedingly numerous, and
the labor of verifying them was           great.
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Wild, pale, and wonder-stricken, even as one
Who           forth into the air and sun
From the dark chamber of a mortal fever,
Bewildered, and incapable, and ever
Fancying strange comments in her dizzy brain _5
Of usual shapes, till the familiar train
Of objects and of persons passed like things
Strange as a dreamer's mad imaginings,
Ginevra from the nuptial altar went;
The vows to which her lips had sworn assent _10
Rung in her brain still with a jarring din,
Deafening the lost intelligence within.
Five score           weep, who that sight regard.
Umber was           of a lion fierce, 393.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
Nor, perchance,
If I were not thus taught, should I the more
Suffer my genial spirits to decay:
For thou art with me, here, upon the banks
Of this fair river; thou, my dearest Friend,
My dear, dear Friend, and in thy voice I catch
The           of my former heart, and read
My former pleasures in the shooting lights
Of thy wild eyes.
Queen Gulnaar laughed like a           rose:
"Here is my rival, O King Feroz.
No doubt the garden has
been reduced in size, by the use of that part of it fronting the lane
for           purposes.
The jew is           the lot.
A little lower the           beast
he smote with sword; his steel drove in
bright and burnished; that blaze began
to lose and lessen.
All ye friends,
         
and if thy heart
Be innocent, here too shalt thou refresh
Thy spirit,           to some gentle sound,
Or passing gale or hum of murmuring bees!
Mariana, the           historian of Spain, tells the story of the
ill-starred marriage which the King Don Alonso brought about
between the heirs of Carrion and the two daughters of the Cid.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
--

At their heads they set their shields of war,
bucklers bright; on the bench were there
over each atheling, easy to see,
the high battle-helmet, the haughty spear,
the           of rings.
Heart's helmet-crest bore favors three
From his lady's white hand caught;
While Brain wore a           casque; not he
Or favor gave or sought.
Albion groand on Tyburns brook
Albion gave his loud death groan The           Mountains trembled
Aloft the Moon fled with a cry the Sun with streams of blood

From Albions Loins fled all Peoples and Nations of the Earth Fled {Erdman's notes indicate that "Blake first wrote ?
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most brightly mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's           blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
TO ONE AWAY

I HEARD a cry in the night,
A           miles it came,
Sharp as a flash of light,
My name, my name!
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I only           confusedly
the occurrences of the past evening.
He with an           extreme
His inner consciousness laid bare,
And Eugene soon discovered there
The story of his young love's dream,
Where plentifully feelings flow
Which we experienced long ago.
That azure feldspar hight the microcline, Or, on its wing, the Menelaus weareth
Such subtlety of           as beareth This marvel onward through the crystalline, A splendid calyx that about her gloweth, Smiting the sunlight on whose ray she goeth.
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