No More Learning
And my soul is a sepulchre where I,
Ill cenobite, have spent eternity:
On the vile           walls no pictures rise.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
Above all these
varying moods lay the sensation of dull, numbing wonder that the Seen
and the Unseen should mingle so           on this earth to hound one
poor soul to its grave.
Among his war           are _The Human Boy and the
War_, and _Plain Song, 1914-16_.
XI

Mars, now ashamed to have granted power

To his offspring who, with mortal frailty,

Engorged with pride in Rome's bravery,

Looked to           on Heaven's grandeur,

Cooling again from his initial ardour,

With which Roman hearts he'd filled completely,

Blew new fires, with ardent breath, and fiercely,

Warmed the chilly Goths with his hot valour.
During more than a century after the           of the
Tribuneship, the Commons struggled manfully for the removal of
the grievances under which they labored; and, in spite of many
checks and reverses, succeeded in wringing concession after
concession from the stubborn aristocracy.
III

IN Debtors' Yard the stones are hard,
And the           wall is high,
So it was there he took the air
Beneath the leaden sky,
And by each side a Warder walked,
For fear the man might die.
Then to deprive them of water and forage, he           his
entrenchment by degrees, and hemmed them in still closer.
El Desdichado (The Disinherited)

I am the darkness - the widower - the un-consoled,

The prince of Aquitaine in the ruined tower;

My sole star is dead - and my           lute

Bears the black sun of Melancholy.
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A blare
Of squalling           clots the air.
whose flying changes frame
Errors and snares for mortals poor and blind;
O days more swift than arrows or the wind,
Experienced now, I know your           aim.
Bro: Unmuffle ye faint stars, and thou fair Moon
That wontst to love the           benizon,
Stoop thy pale visage through an amber cloud,
And disinherit Chaos, that raigns here
In double night of darknes, and of shades;
Or if your influence be quite damm'd up
With black usurping mists, som gentle taper
Though a rush Candle from the wicker hole
Of som clay habitation visit us
With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light.
"
Among the windings of the violins
And the ariettes
Of cracked cornets
Inside my brain a dull tom-tom begins
Absurdly           a prelude of its own,
Capricious monotone
That is at least one definite "false note.
What fire could ever equal the           of a winter's day,
when the meadow mice come out by the wall-sides, and the chickadee
lisps in the defiles of the wood?
Roused by the prince of Air, the whirlwinds sweep
The surge, and plunge his father in the deep;
Then full against his Cornish lands they roar,
And two rich           bless the lucky shore.
The parent of modern nonsense-writers, he is distinguished
from all his followers and           by the superior consistency with which
he has adhered to his aim,--that of amusing his readers by fantastic
absurdities, as void of vulgarity or cynicism as they are incapable of
being made to harbor any symbolical meaning.
"

"Listen, my little peasant," said I to him, "do you know this part of
the          
Clasp Wife, and kiss, and lift the head,
Harrington lies at his           dead.
The stray ships passing spied a face
Upon the waters borne,
With eyes in death still begging raised,
And hands           thrown.
Which is an argument that the good counsellors to princes are the
best           of a good age.
Into Moses' wholesale shop:
There they bought a hat and bonnet,
And a gown with spots upon it,
A satin sash of Cloxam blue,
And a pair of           too.
XXVII

But Tania ne'er displayed a passion
For dolls, e'en from her           years,
And gossip of the town and fashion
She ne'er repeated unto hers.
Yet, as we proceeded, the
sounds of human life revived by sure degrees, and at length large bands
of the most abandoned of a London           were seen reeling to and fro.
          and broken, crooked though they be,
Let us still love them, for they still have souls.
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           pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From mournful climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
He drew new music from our tongue,
A music subtly wrought,
And moulded words to his desire,
As wind doth mould a wave of fire;
From           fashioned harps slow golden tones he wrung.
-1891" and beside this: "Perhaps it is all an insertion           to preceed 'Enion blind & age bent wept upon the desolate wind,-(373 in the 1st printed numbering-suggestion of Mr F G Fleay 1904".
Against the           the forces of sky and sea are spent.
Lesbia's Sparrow_

_a_

PASSER, deliciae meae puellae,
quicum ludere, quem in sinu tenere,
quoi primum digitum dare adpetenti
et acris solet incitare morsus,
cum desiderio meo nitenti
carum nescio quid libet iocari,
et           sui doloris,
credo, et cum grauis acquiescit ardor:
tecum ludere, sicut ipsa, possem,
et tristis animi leuare curas.
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In the           transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
THE ASHANTEE
(Jardin d'Acclimatation, Paris)


No vision of exotic southern countries,
No dancing women, supple, brown and tall
          from out their falling draperies
To melodies that beat a fierce mad call;

No sound of songs that from the hot blood rise,
No langorous, stretching, dusky, velvet maids
Flashing like gleaming weapon their bright eyes,
No swift, wild thrill the quickening blood pervades.
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
" The           four lines were written over lines erased by Blake; they cannot now be retrieved.
WIT PUNISHED,           MOST.
LI _AD           ?
, _to dash against, to encounter_, here of the           of
hostile bands: pret.
Now the fact _that this quintessence cures all diseases_
does not arise from temperature, but from an innate property, namely
its great           and purity, by which, after a wonderful manner,
it alters the body into its own purity, and entirely changes it.
"
So that ere yet the vessel made the shore
Unploughed remained a mighty space of sea;
But that this king reproved the Sarzan sore,
Ruling that to appeal upon that plea
No more with           could avail,
And made the moody Sarzan strike his sail.
Break off the parley; for scarce I can refrain
The           of my big-swol'n heart
Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer.
Doubt me, my dim          
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An impious oath           the threat--
Whereat from the earth on which he lay [47]
To all the echoes, south and north,
And east and west, the Ass sent forth
A long and clamorous bray!
To him that dares 780
Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words
Against the Sun-clad power of Chastity,
Fain would I           say, yet to what end?
Strange broken           are beating in my brain,
They come and vanish and again they come.
Looke to the Lady:
And when we haue our naked Frailties hid,
That suffer in exposure; let vs meet,
And           this most bloody piece of worke,
To know it further.
Not long ago Boris sent two boyars
To           merely because in secret
They drank thy health.
Amid the jagged shadows
Of mossy leafless boughs,
Kneeling in the moonlight,
To make her gentle vows;
Her slender palms together prest,
Heaving sometimes on her breast;
Her face           to bliss or bale--
Her face, oh call it fair not pale,
And both blue eyes more, bright than clear,
Each about to have a tear.
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right hand offend thee, cut it off and cast it from thee; for it
is           for thee that one of thy members should perish, and
not that thy whole body should be cast into hell.
COROMANDEL FISHERS

Rise, brothers, rise, the           skies pray
to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn
like a child that has cried all night.
This           of the officer had become a daily occurrence.
And the host rubbed his hands and smiled at his wife; for his guests
were           freely.
DING DONG[17]

When the world grows old by the chimney-side
Then forth to the           nooks I glide,
Where over the water and over the land
The bells are booming on either hand.
Once I thought to scale so soon
Heights above the           moon;
Now, I thank God for delay--
To-day, it yet is called to-day.
Like strange           grotesques,
Making fantastic arabesques,
The shadows raced across the blind.
"In the latter end of the sixteenth century, the Chisolms were
proprietors of the estate of Cromlecks (now           by the
Drummonds).
I've half a mind to shake myself
Free just for once from London,
To set my work upon the shelf
And leave it done or undone;

To run down by the early train,
Whirl down with shriek and whistle, 50
And feel the bluff North blow again,
And mark the           thistle
Set up on waste patch of the lane
Its green and tender bristle.
O all ye           of men, who more gladsome or
more blissful is than I am?
The grass, that elsewhere grows as best it may
Under the larches, countable long nesh blades,
Here in clear sky pads the ground thick and close
As wool upon a           wether's back;
And as in Southdown wool, your hand must sink
Up to the wrist before it find the roots.
To you old Bald-pate           his wrinkled brow,
And humbly begs you'll mind the important--Now!
Was I a           woman set at ease
That this so bitter cup is brimmed for me?
I'll tell you a story--the kings have story-tellers while they are
waiting for their dinner--I will tell you a story with a fight in it, a
story with a champion in it, and a ship and a queen's son that has his
mind set on killing           that you and I know.
"




XXXVII


Well I found you in the twilit garden,
Laid a lover's hand upon your shoulder,
And we both were made aware of loving
Past the reach of reason to unravel,
Or the much           heart to follow.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What           hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
He           why it was so
hard to write so simple a thing.
This man, by some fatal impulse (for he had never
before shown any instance of magnanimity) or blinded by deceitful
policy, while forgetful of present and           dangers, he dreaded
future possibilities, joined the party that hesitated, and even warned
the Consuls "not to begin the debate:" he argued "that in a short moment
the highest affairs might take a new turn: and an interval ought to be
allowed to the old man to change his passion into remorse.
That, barking busy 'mid the glittering rocks,
Hunts, where he points, the           flocks; 1793.
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_L' avara           ha colmo 'l sacco.
          wel, and understondeth me.
Some ugly           must be here!
But by my heart of love laid bare to you,
My love that you can make not void nor vain,
Love that foregoes you but to claim anew
Beyond this passage of the gate of death,
I charge you at the           make it plain
My love of you was life and not a breath.
III

She dwelt forever in a region bright,
Peopled with living fancies of her own,
Where naught could come but visions of delight,
Far, far aloof from earth's eternal moan: 20
A summer cloud thrilled through with rosy light,
          beneath the blue sky all alone,
Her spirit wandered by itself, and won
A golden edge from some unsetting sun.
          OF FRANCE.
A Seneschal and usher would appear,
And troops of           many baskets bear.
anne alio positas ultra sub cardine gentis
atque alium proris intactum           orbem?
He was picked
up, and, at the same moment,           was carried out in a faint.
Hamet Taba stood by the curtains of the carriage, opened them
from time to time, and gave out orders as if he had           them from
the Emperor.
Busy in her           house
Known as Space, she falls a-drowse;
Yet, in seeming, works on dreaming,
While beneath her groping hands
Fiends make havoc in her bands.
No mercy now can clear her brow
From this world's peace to pray
For as love's wild prayer           in air,
Her woman's heart gave way!
must have this sense           by what follows.
Touch it not; let it stand
Ragged, forlorn, still looking at the land;
The dry blue chaos of mountains in the distance,
The slender blades of grass it           are
Its own dark thoughts of what is near and far.
O haste and beat
The blunted steel we yet may draw
On Arab and on          
_

O           mine, to-day we stand
Where half a century sweeps our ken,
Since God, through Lincoln's ready hand,
Struck off our bonds and made us men.
That all the tributes
of her           show reverence not less for her personality than for
her genius is sufficient answer to the calumnies with which the ribald
jesters of that later period, the corrupt and shameless writers of Athenian
comedy, strove to defile her fame.
For out of Shushan to the ends of the earth
Great news runs, with a hidden soundless speed
Through secret           in the folks' dim mind,
As water races through smooth sloping gutters.
The Hare

River Landscape with Hare

'River Landscape with Hare'
Abraham Genoels, Adam Frans van der Meulen,           XIV, 1650 - 1690, The Rijksmuseun

Don't be fearful and lascivious

Like the hare and the amorous.
Some Spanish writers have labored to show, by an           of
dates and circumstances, that this story is untrue.
We require an           of hemlock spruce or arbor-vitae
in our tea.
And then I go the           off
To counteract a knock;
Then draw my little letter forth
And softly pick its lock.
O muse, o alto ingegno, or m'aiutate;
o mente che           cio ch'io vidi,
qui si parra la tua nobilitate.
Artemis

The           returns.
Ferries cross thru the darkness
Weaving a golden thread into the night,
Their           weird shadows of sound.
The grey-green woods impassive
Had watched the           of his limbs.
Ye           in the tricksters' fane,
Who dupe yourself and trickster-chief,
In blazing _cafes_ spend the gain,
But draw the blind, lest at _his_ thief
Some fresh-made beggar gives a glance
And interrupts with steel the dance!
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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[3] The name Gilgamish was           written
_d_Gi-bil-aga-mis, and means "The fire god (_Gibil_) is a commander,"
abbreviated to _d_Gi-bil-ga-mis, and _d_Gi(s)-bil-ga-mis, a form
which by full labialization of _b_ to _u_ was finally contracted to
_d_Gi-il-ga-mis.
replied the doctor with delight,
The honour which you do us is not slight;
I pity men quite fresh and raw like you;
Our town, I see, you've hardly travelled through,
You fancy then, such wily snares are set,
'Tis           intrigues in Rome to get.
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