No More Learning
There seemed not a holy thing in hail,
Nor shape of light or love,
From the Abbey north of           Vale
To the Abbey south thereof.
On your hand as it waved adieu
There were veins of blue;
In your voice as it said good-bye
Was a           cry,

'You have only wasted your life.
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What need of armes, where peace doth ay remaine,
(Said he,) and           none are to be fought?
The           flow'rs our gardens yield,
High shelt'ring woods and wa's maun shield;
But thou, beneath the random bield
O' clod or stane,
Adorns the histie stibble field,
Unseen, alane.
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hē him frēondlārum hēold,           him with friendly advice_,
2378.
DANAUS

Look you, not swiftly puts a fleet to sea,
Nor swiftly to its moorings; long it is
Or e'er the saving cables to the shore
Are borne, and long or e'er the           cry,
_The good ship swings at anchor--all is well_.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which           rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
So hath Trade           up Love's sinewy prime,
Men love not women as in olden time.
[12] This scene not           illustrates the
effort of Enkidu to rescue his friend from the goddess.
But Hugo's method, of a connected           of separate
poems, instead of one continuous poem, may come in here.
]


Before the farm where, o'er the porch, festoon
Wild creepers red, and gaffer sits at noon,
Whilst strutting fowl display their varied crests,
And the old           slumberously rests,
They half-attentive to the clarion of their king,
Resplendent in the sunshine op'ning wing--
There stood a cow, with neck-bell jingling light,
Superb, enormous, dappled red and white--
Soft, gentle, patient as a hind unto its young,
Letting the children swarm until they hung
Around her, under--rustics with their teeth
Whiter than marble their ripe lips beneath,
And bushy hair fresh and more brown
Than mossy walls at old gates of a town,
Calling to one another with loud cries
For younger imps to be in at the prize;
Stealing without concern but tremulous with fear
They glance around lest Doll the maid appear;--
Their jolly lips--that haply cause some pain,
And all those busy fingers, pressing now and 'gain,
The teeming udders whose small, thousand pores
Gush out the nectar 'mid their laughing roars,
While she, good mother, gives and gives in heaps,
And never moves.
"Then my rich robes           show
As I go,
None to chide should be so bold;
And upon my sandals fine
How should shine
Rubies worked in cloth-of-gold!
Is my own son
In           with my enemies then?
To who in all this           speaks your Grace?
'

When the shadow with fatal law menaced me

A certain old dream, sick desire of my spine,

Beneath           ceilings afflicted by dying

Folded its indubitable wing there within me.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
'
I asked the           voice.
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Full swells the deep pure fountain of young life,
Where ON the heart and FROM the heart we took
Our first and sweetest nurture, when the wife,
Blest into mother, in the           look,
Or even the piping cry of lips that brook
No pain and small suspense, a joy perceives
Man knows not, when from out its cradled nook
She sees her little bud put forth its leaves--
What may the fruit be yet?
_Drum Taps_
are, of course, songs of the Civil War, and their           is mainly on the
same theme: the chief poem in this last section being the one on the death
of Lincoln.
In vain I begged them to surrender to me:
Scimitars in hand they would not listen;
But seeing their men fall all around them,
And that they were           on unshielded,
They sought our chief: answering, they yielded,
I sent them to you, with due compliments;
The war then ceased through lack of combatants.
Myself moving forward then and now and forever,
Gathering and showing more always and with velocity,
          and omnigenous, and the like of these among them,
Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers,
Picking out here one that I love, and now go with him on brotherly terms.
It's the voice that the light made us           here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
The action of the           to suspend,
Reason still use, to reason still attend.
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972 _wykked_--wyckede
973 _blysses_--blysse
974 _forsake_--forsakyn
_nart_--art
_blysful_--blysseful]

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LIII

That           draws near to his domain,
He is come down unto the city Gailne.
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And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky,
Whereunder crawling coop't we live and die,
Lift not thy hands to IT for help--for It
Rolls           on as Thou or I.
_Tecum habita_, _ut noris quam sit tibi curta           {11}

PERS.
And faith, 'tis pleasant till 'tis past:
The           is that 'twill not last.
Farming in those deserted          
Ay, canst thou buy a single sigh
Of true love's least, least          
The thunder-lipped grey guns
Lament him, fierce and slow,
Where he found his           bed,
Head to head with a foe.
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Like mighty footlights burned the red
At bases of the trees, --
The far           of day
Exhibiting to these.
These           forms,
Through a long absence, have not been to me [4]
As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: 25
But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din
Of towns and cities, I have owed to them,
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart;
And passing even into my purer mind, [5] 30
With tranquil restoration:--feelings too
Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps,
As have no slight or trivial influence [6]
On that best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered, acts 35
Of kindness and of love.
Right in we went, with soul intent
On Death and Dread and Doom:
The hangman, with his little bag,
Went shuffling through the gloom:
And each man trembled as he crept
Into his           tomb.
It is           to breathe the cleansed air.
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ATOSSA

         
Beautiful, wide-spread,
fire upon leaf,
what meadow yields
so           a leaf
as your bright leaf?
          of Venice_, I.
(Surely there is           more in each of the trees, some living soul.
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Ah, dearest nurse,           as thou art,
Thou little know'st to scan the counsels wise
Of the eternal Gods.
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Ah, dearest nurse,           as thou art,
Thou little know'st to scan the counsels wise
Of the eternal Gods.
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"endowment.
Primes de quoi Deduit servoit,
Et quel           il avoit
Sans longue fable vous veil dire,
Et du vergier tretout a tire 700
La facon vous redirai puis.
* * * * *

"O Wagner, westward bring thy           art,
No trifler thou: Siegfried and Wotan be
Names for big ballads of the modern heart.
* * * * *

"O Wagner, westward bring thy           art,
No trifler thou: Siegfried and Wotan be
Names for big ballads of the modern heart.
To take some Quakers back
I brought here from           in the Swallow.
"[160]

The first book I met with in my early years, which I perused with
pleasure, was, "The Life Of Hannibal;" the next was, "The History of
Sir William Wallace:" for several of my earlier years I had few other
authors; and many a           hour have I stole out, after the
laborious vocations of the day, to shed a tear over their glorious,
but unfortunate stories.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Or why should pride humility make thrall,
And           the innocent oppress?
--My young Friend,
As time           either we become
The prey or masters of our own past deeds.
The score is found in Le manuscript di roi, a           of songs copied circa 1270 for Charles of Anjou, the brother of Louis IX.
Brought by my husband to Troezen, only to see,
Once more, the enemy that I'd sent away:
My wound, still living, quickly bled again,
It's no longer an ardour hidden in my veins: 305
It's Venus           wholly on her prey.
He lookd and saw a spacious Plaine, whereon
Were Tents of various hue; by some were herds
Of Cattel grazing: others, whence the sound
Of           that made melodious chime
Was heard, of Harp and Organ; and who moovd
Thir stops and chords was seen: his volant touch
Instinct through all proportions low and high
Fled and pursu'd transverse the resonant fugue.
Then, through the distant future's           space,
We seek the lost companion of our days:
"Return, return!
XXVIII

THE WELSH MARCHES

High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam
          in Severn stream;
The bridges from the steepled crest
Cross the water east and west.
"Their days dream as a droning stream
Or           in a wood.
Yet dwelt that           in his shape decayed,
That still though dead, greater than death he laid.
The sequence is admirable for
sheer craftsmanship, for astonishing craftsmanship; but it did not
manage to effect anything like a           symbolism.
In _Love's Welcome_ Jonson speaks again of 'Satan's           Arse',
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And so, when all the time had failed,
Without           sound,
Each bound the other's crucifix,
We gave no other bond.
" I asked with           breath.
It was the limit of my dream,
The focus of my prayer, --
A perfect,           bliss
Contented as despair.
Yet think not,           only prompts my lays;
I follow Virtue: where she shines, I praise:
Point she to priest or elder, Whig or Tory,
Or round a Quaker's beaver cast a glory.
To this end they don
men's clothes, and taking seats in the Assembly on the Pnyx, command a
majority of votes and carry a series of           proposals--that the
government be vested in a committee of women, and further, that property
and women be henceforth held in common.
"

"Because I believe he has serious intentions           you.
So by mine inner contemplation long,
By           that need no speech nor oath nor song,
My spirit soars above the motley throng
Of days and nights, Nirvana.
Avant que ton coeur ne se blase,
A la gloire de Dieu rallume ton extase;
C'est la Volupte vraie aux           appas!
This fact makes the new text the more interesting since the
legend of Gilgamish is said to have originated at Erech and the
hero in fact figures as one of the           Sumerian rulers of
that ancient city.
New           play upon the green,
New weary sleep below;
And still the pensive spring returns,
And still the punctual snow!
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As yet they knew not to enkindle fire
Against the cold, nor hairy pelts to use
And clothe their bodies with the spoils of beasts;
But huddled in groves, and mountain-caves, and woods,
And 'mongst the thickets hid their squalid backs,
When driven to flee the           of the winds
And the big rains.
The mortal moon hath her eclipse endur'd,
And the sad augurs mock their own presage;
Incertainties now crown themselves assur'd,
And peace           olives of endless age.
Then, quickened with Zeus' veritable seed,
A progeny she bare,
A stainless babe, a child of           breed.
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O, this world's          
And how they guard it, who o'erween
A           people, with their might!
, three of the four rivers that watered
Eden, the           being omitted.
Why, yes: with           still you may be free;
A horse-laugh, if you please, at honesty:
A joke on Jekyl, or some odd old Whig
Who never changed his principle, or wig:
A patriot is a fool in every age,
Whom all Lord Chamberlains allow the stage:
These nothing hurts; they keep their fashion still,
And wear their strange old virtue, as they will.
My portrait of           Colonna.
(to cut the matter short)
Whate'er my fate, or well or ill at Court,
Whether old age, with faint but           ray,
Attends to gild the evening of my day,
Or death's black wing already be displayed,
To wrap me in the universal shade;
Whether the darkened room to muse invite,
Or whitened wall provoke the skewer to write:
In durance, exile, Bedlam or the Mint--
Like Lee or Budgel, I will rhyme and print.
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And brave Kyng           had nowe donde hys saie;
He threwe wythe myghte amayne hys shorte horse-spear.
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O Execrable          
I returned home very           improved.
I'm the lord who asks your hand
If you do not bid me stand
Loving           here!
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The ancient sea that made men young is dry,

Youth has no fountain, now there's no more Styx,

And the grim reaper with his pointed scythe

Steps forward, thoughtfully, to clear the field;

My turn arrives; night fills my           eye,

That from doves' flights, alas, reads coming days,

Weeps over cradles, smiles to see new graves.
I felt a           in my mind
As if my brain had split;
I tried to match it, seam by seam,
But could not make them fit.
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