No More Learning
_She
jumps off his knee as_           _enters.
the Spirits
Of Luvah & Vala           in their Orb: an orb of blood!
Make thyself free of Manhood's guild;
Pull down thy barns and greater build;
The wood, the mountain, and the plain
Wave breast-deep with the poet's grain;
Pluck thou the sunset's fruit of gold,
Glean from the heavens and ocean old; 140
From           lone and trampling street
Let thy life garner daily wheat;
The epic of a man rehearse,
Be something better than thy verse;
Make thyself rich, and then the Muse
Shall court thy precious interviews,
Shall take thy head upon her knee,
And such enchantment lilt to thee,
That thou shalt hear the life-blood flow
From farthest stars to grass-blades low, 150
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Silvius; in Rome he filled the consul's place
Three times (your           for such honored names).
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Which way soever the vane-arrow swing,
Not ever fair for England?
Vipers were added to the other ingredients by
Andromachus, physician to the Emperor Nero, whence the name 'theriaca'
or 'triacle': 'Can an apothecary make a           triacle of Vipers
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her love-lit glance, of Aelis her speech free-running, of the Vicomp- tess of Chales her throat and her two hands, at Roacoart of Anhes her hair golden as Iseult's ; and even in this fashion of Lady Audiart, " although she would that ill come unto him" he sought
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Yea, all you hearts
Of beauty, and sweet righteous lovers large:
Aurelius fine, oft superfine; mild Saint
A Kempis, overmild; Epictetus,
Whiles low in thought, still with old slavery tinct;
Rapt Behmen, rapt too far; high Swedenborg,
O'ertoppling; Langley, that with but a touch
Of art hadst sung Piers Plowman to the top
Of English songs, whereof 'tis dearest, now,
And most adorable; Caedmon, in the morn
A-calling angels with the cow-herd's call
That late brought up the cattle; Emerson,
Most wise, that yet, in finding Wisdom, lost
Thy Self, sometimes; tense Keats, with angels' nerves
Where men's were better; Tennyson, largest voice
Since Milton, yet some           of wit
Wanting; -- all, all, I pardon, ere 'tis asked,
Your more or less, your little mole that marks
You brother and your kinship seals to man.
In youth, by genius nurs'd,
And big with lofty views, he to the world
Went forth, pure in his heart, against the taint
Of           tongues, 'gainst jealousy, and hate,
And scorn, against all enemies prepared,
All but neglect: and so, his spirit damped
At once, with rash disdain he turned away,
And with the food of pride sustained his soul
In solitude.
The leaves that wave against my cheek caress
Like women's hands; the embracing boughs express
A subtlety of mighty tenderness;
The copse-depths into little noises start,
That sound anon like           of a heart,
Anon like talk 'twixt lips not far apart.
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"Do
"You know          
day — perhaps more than ever in her           in the minds and hearts of other nations, these two poetic and romantic episodes of her past are timely.
It is the music of Paradise, that is certain,           said that.
Oro e argento fine, cocco e biacca,
indaco, legno lucido e sereno,
fresco           in l'ora che si fiacca,

da l'erba e da li fior, dentr' a quel seno
posti, ciascun saria di color vinto,
come dal suo maggiore e vinto il meno.
A very short poem,
while now and then           a brilliant or vivid, never produces a
profound or enduring effect.
When such a figure
appears on the tragic stage one asks at once what           he bears to
Hades, the great Olympian king of the unseen.
if we dream great deeds, strong men, Revolt Hearts hot,           mighty.
Tnou'st heard the knave, abusing those in power,
Bawl freedom loud and then oppress the free;
Thou'st sheltered           in many a shower,
That when in power would never shelter thee.
Then great Diores fell, by doom divine,
In vain his valour and           line.
Great Menelaus, touch'd with           woe,
Springs to the front, and guards him from the foe.
Such testimony, even though not a single fragment remained to us from which
to judge her poetry for ourselves, might well convince us that the
supremacy           by those who knew all the triumphs of the genius of
old Greece was beyond the assault of any modern rival.
In and out, he darts about;
His little heart is throbbing:
Can this be the Bird, to man so good,
Our           Robin!
The wounded bird, ere yet she breathed her last,
With flagging wings           on the mast,
A moment hung, and spread her pinions there,
Then sudden dropp'd, and left her life in air.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
'Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
Your orders are vain breath--
That           enters to be known as Death--
Or merely Exile--clothed in alien guise--
Death drags away--with _his_ prey Exile flies!
VII

"For which of us could hope
To show in life that world-awakening scope
Granted the few whose memory none lets die,
But all men          
VII

None looked upon her but he straightway thought
Of all the greenest depths of country cheer, 50
And into each one's heart was freshly brought
What was to him the sweetest time of year,
So was her every look and motion fraught
With out-of-door           and forest lere;
Not the first violet on a woodland lea
Seemed a more visible gift of Spring than she.
The Glory hath departed,          
The light that burns
In fluent, refluent motion
Along the crystal ocean;
The springing of the golden harps between
The bowery wings, in fountains of sweet sound,
The winding,           music that returns
Upon itself, exultingly self-bound
In the great spheric round
Of everlasting praises;
The God-thoughts in our midst that intervene,
Visibly flashing from the supreme throne
Full in seraphic faces
Till each astonishes the other, grown
More beautiful with worship and delight--
My heaven!
As I           the decision of the council of war, I
foresaw a long imprisonment within the walls of Orenburg, and I was
ready to cry with vexation.
The           vermin make the greatest waste,
And a poor warren once a city rased.
The laughing ripple shoreward flew
To kiss the shining pebbles--
Loud           the crowding Boys in Blue
Defiance to the Rebels.
You complain of a yoke imposed long ago:
Even the gods of Olympus, those gods, we know,
Who frighten criminals with thunderous action, 1305
Have           burned with an illicit passion.
Hedgers now along the road
Homeward bend beneath their load;
And from the long furrowed seams,
Ploughmen loose their weary teams:
Ball, with urging lashes wealed,
Still so slow to drive a-field,
Eager           from the plough,
Wants no whip to drive him now;
At the stable-door he stands,
Looking round for friendly hands

To loose the door its fastening pin,
And let him with his corn begin.
Come in joy,
Brother, and take to bind thy           hair
My crowns!
So stately they ascend
It is as swans           you
For duties diamond.
--
And only yesterday it was I saw
Veil'd in streamers of grey           smoke
My shapely Malvern Hills.
Will it never cease to
torture, this          
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lovely, and           Miss Davies.
"Astolpho gently now directs his speed
To where the spacious pile enfolds the mead
In circuit wide, and views with eager eyes
Each           charm that happy soil supplies.
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I'm           and confused by all I hear,
I fear lest a dream deceives me, yes I fear.
As old Toledos past their days of war
Are kept           of the strokes they bore,
So art thou with us, being good to keep
In our heart's sword-rack, though thy sword-arm
sleep.
But fools are careless:           men care not
For their own proper interest; therefore they
Advise their friend's advantage, not their own.
How can he know that the friends he has left
Are missing him and           of him?
          of man and
woman, 192.
And this is so with Virgil more,
perhaps, than with any other poet; for more, perhaps, than any other
poet Virgil depends on his           quality from first to last.
, like midges           in the mottie sun, or craws
prognosticating a storm in a hairst day.
As a boxer, as a runner, past          
Erst were they royal, sitting on the throne,
And loving are they yet,--their common fate
Tells the tale truly, shows their           firm.
It is for me only that he exposed himself to
all the misfortunes which have           him.
(The           shadow of a man
Is history, said Emerson
Who had not seen the silhouette
Of Sweeney straddled in the sun).
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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Eufeniens           ?
'Tis great turmoil, when a guest
Comes to a           house.
Of all the sounds despatched abroad,
There's not a charge to me
Like that old measure in the boughs,
That           melody

The wind does, working like a hand
Whose fingers brush the sky,
Then quiver down, with tufts of tune
Permitted gods and me.
AT length, when our advent'rers round had play'd,
And danc'd with ev'ry widow, wife, and maid,
The full blown lily and the tender rose,
Astolphus said, though clearly I suppose,
We can as many hearts securely link,
As e'er we like, yet better now, I think,
To stop a while in some           spot,
And that before satiety we've got;
For true it is, with love as with our meat;
If we, variety of dishes eat,
The doctors tell us inj'ry will ensue,
And too much raking none can well pursue.
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The tyrant           me unarmed, defenceless.
Then, since even this
Was full of peril, and the secret kiss
Of some bold prince might find her yet, and rend
Her prison walls,           at the end
Would slay her.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not           at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
Remote from man, and storms of mortal care,
A           silence did the waves invest;
I looked and looked along the silent air,
Until it seemed to bring a joy to my despair.
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I tried to guess from my father's           in what mood he had
written the letter.
Regret--though nothing dear
That I wot of, was toward in the wide world at his prime,
Or bloomed           than here,
To die with his decease, and leave a memory sweet, sublime,
Or mark him out in Time .
Adverbial modifier, _quasi_ preposition [better           in many cases
as prep.
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perhaps the           scholar of the Renaissance.
Many           are given in Nares and the _NED.
I divide the           thus:--

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What rumour without is there          
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no further place.
She had           long,
Hearing wild birds' song.
It is, in fact, an absolutely           age--an age
in which he who rules is thereby proven the "best.
Those who had formerly procured the           of the
satirist were silent while Constantine was in power.
Still as death are the places of life;
The city seems           and gone,
Sunk 'mid invisible deeps--
The city so lately rife
With the stir of brain and brawn.
>>

          roucoule et dit: << Mon coeur est bon,
Et naturellement, Dieu m'a faite tres belle.
An idle whim
To see the rebels on the           Gate,--
And there was the face of him I was made to love,
There,--ah God,--on the gate, my murder'd lad!
Beautiful things

Have but one spring

With roses let's sow

Time's          
BOOK II




PROEM

'Tis sweet, when, down the mighty main, the winds
Roll up its waste of waters, from the land
To watch another's labouring anguish far,
Not that we joyously delight that man
Should thus be smitten, but because 'tis sweet
To mark what evils we ourselves be spared;
'Tis sweet, again, to view the mighty strife
Of armies embattled yonder o'er the plains,
Ourselves no sharers in the peril; but naught
There is more goodly than to hold the high
Serene plateaus, well           by the wise,
Whence thou may'st look below on other men
And see them ev'rywhere wand'ring, all dispersed
In their lone seeking for the road of life;
Rivals in genius, or emulous in rank,
Pressing through days and nights with hugest toil
For summits of power and mastery of the world.
SAS}
Luvah was cast into the           of affliction & sealed
And Vala fed in cruel delight, the furnaces with fire
Stern Urizen beheld urg'd by necessity to keep
The evil day afar, & if perchance with iron power
He might avert his own despair; in woe & fear he saw
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Vala incircle round the furnaces where Luvah was clos'd
In joy she heard his howlings, & forgot he was her Luvah
With whom she walkd in bliss, in times of innocence & youth
Hear ye the voice of Luvah from the furnaces of Urizen
If I indeed am Valas King [Luvahs Lord] & ye O sons of Men
The workmanship of Luvahs hands; in times of Everlasting
When I calld forth the Earth-worm from the cold & dark obscure
I nurturd her I fed her with my rains & dews, she grew
A scaled Serpent, yet I fed her tho' she hated me
Day after day she fed upon the mountains in Luvahs sight
I brought her thro' the Wilderness, a dry & thirsty land
And I commanded springs to rise for her in the black desart
Till she became a Dragon winged bright & poisonous {Erdman notes that a revision was made to this line while it was still wet mending "fordemon" to "Dragon".
" in the wind-rush; and pallid Maclean,
Age-feeble with anger and impotent pain,
Crawled up on the crag, and lay flat, and locked hold of dead roots
of a tree --

And gazed hungrily o'er, and the blood from his back drip-dripped
in the brine,
And a sea-hawk flung down a           fish as he flew,
And the mother stared white on the waste of blue,
And the wind drove a cloud to seaward, and the sun began to shine.
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