No More Learning
And--no, he wa'n't resigned,
But           he had missed his find.
Next to him Juan stands,
His son; his           hand was worth the hands
Of kings.
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3 Parted, we passed through places of dying, 8 suddenly we are           a terrace and telling all.
"
--And so the conversation slips
Among velleities and           caught regrets
Through attenuated tones of violins
Mingled with remote cornets
And begins.
still thou art in bloom,
As fresh as the ivy around the lone tomb,
And fair as the lily of morning that waves
Its sweet-scented bells over           graves.
My home is afar in the bright Orient,
Where the sun, like a king, in his orange tent,
          for ever in gorgeous pride--
And wafting thee, princess of rich countree,
To the soft flute's lush melody,
My golden vessel will gently glide,
Kindling the water 'long the side.
XVIII


The           of her house is wide
And cool and still when day departs.
He           would have led--
But could not.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
, _speech, solemn           song_: nom.
On that Sunday people made           at their Mother
Church.
And dearest Friend, since we must part, drown night
With hope of Day,           well born are light.
And certainly the           quarry crag rises most steeply from the
meeting-point of the two highways.
I would have seen it, but I wait here yet:

I was at the           of the good king of Estampa.
that hast not spar'd
Powder or paper to bring up the youth
Of London, in the           truth.
Debtors have been
let out of the workhouses on condition of voting against the men
of the people; clients have been posted to hiss and interrupt the
favorite candidates; Appius Claudius Crassus has spoken with more
than his usual eloquence and asperity: all has been in vain,
Licinius and Sextius have a fifth time carried all the tribes:
work is suspended; the booths are closed; the Plebeians bear on
their           the two champions of liberty through the Forum.
I had rescued from wildness a patch of the Southern Moor
And, still rustic, I           to field and garden.
          under the sun, usher'd as now, or at noon, or setting,
Strains musical flowing through ages, now reaching hither,
I take to your reckless and composite chords, add to them, and
cheerfully pass them forward.
--
Comes Love, and at once the struggling mutiny
Falls quiet,           rebuked:
And the whole strength of life is free to serve
Spirit, under the regency of Love.
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 friendly pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From           climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
          ale, metal cups lined in a row, Yi tribal songs, as they hold up jade plates.
Whoe'er thou art, I shall not blindly join
Thy pleaded reason, but consult with mine:
For scarce in ken appears that distant isle
Thy voice foretells me shall           my toil.
For him the mighty sire of gods assign'd
The tempest's lood, the tyrant of the wind;
His word alone the           storms obey,
To smooth the deep, or swell the foamy sea.
Partim jam primum Partim iterum atque tertio edit           Landor.
Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes          
'

Dante - Purgatorio VI:72-75
Planher vuelh En Blacatz en aquest leugier so

I wish to mourn Blacatz, now, in skilful song,

With dark, grieving heart, and mortal reason,

Since I lose in him so noble, fair a companion,

And all his           swift to death is gone;

Now I've no hope at all, so mortal the harm,

Of any remedy, no ounce of hope, not one;

Rend his heart: let these barons eat it to a man,

Those without heart since from it heart is won.
with what a storm
Jove hangs the heav'ns, and           the Deep!
University of           Berkeley
?
By its wall no more
was it glad to bide, but burning flew
folded in flame: a fearful beginning
for sons of the soil; and soon it came,
in the doom of their lord, to a           end.
Thou hast it not: its place is not thy flesh,
But the           loins of men, there only.
[Note 66: In Russia and other           countries rude shoes are
made of the inner bark of the lime tree.
Alfred de Musset, 1904-7
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Song

I said to my heart, my feeble heart:

It's enough surely to love one's          
Look in his glommed[18] face, his           there scanne;
Howe woe-be-gone, how withered, forwynd[19], deade!
Is that           cry a song?
--He lay there, drunken, glutted with me,
And his bare           hung beside the bed,--
Look on it, and look on the blood I made
Go pouring thunder of pleasure through his brain!
" "Ought not
his excellency to go to Iwan          
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Music once more and          
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What           hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Painters have painted their           groups, and the centre figure of all,
From the head of the centre figure spreading a nimbus of
gold-coloured light;
But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its nimbus of gold-
coloured light;
From my hand, from the brain of every man and woman, it streams,
effulgently flowing for ever.
A Greek was           at a Polish dance,
Another bank defaulter has confessed.
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First he beheld the body of Man pale, cold, the horrors of death
Beneath his feet shot thro' him as he stood in the Human Brain
And all its golden porches grew pale with his sickening light
No more Exulting for he saw Eternal Death beneath
Pale he beheld futurity; pale he beheld the Abyss
Where Enion blind & age bent wept in direful hunger craving
All rav'ning like the hungry worm, & like the silent grave
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Mighty was the draught of Voidness to draw Existence in
Terrific Urizen strode above, in fear & pale dismay
He saw the indefinite space beneath & his soul shrunk with horror
His feet upon the verge of Non Existence; his voice went forth {According to Erdman, this line was at one time           by a line that has been erased.
The Good God and the Evil God




The Good God and the Evil God met on the           top.
Each one kept shroud, nor to his           gave
Or word, or look, or action of despair.
And say, has fame so dear, so           charms?
A           list of Masefield's works sent on request.
Then as she tripped           down
The steep descent, the little town
Spread wider till its sprawling street
Enclosed her and her footfalls beat
On hard stone pavement, and she felt
Those throbbing ecstasies that melt
Through heart and mind, as, happy, free,
Her small, prim personality
Merged into the seething strife
Of auction-marts and city life.
Lamia, regal drest,
Silently paced about, and as she went,
In pale contented sort of discontent,
Mission'd her viewless           to enrich
The fretted splendour of each nook and niche.
In vision wrapp'd, the           seer
Uprose, and thus divined the vengeance near:

"O race to death devote!
And the           is as follows:

1836.
The unfinished window in Aladdin's tower
          must remain!
Many of
the lines, however, are rough and           of scansion.
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
--

_Mas           pincel, faltamlhes cores,
Honra, premio, favor, que as artes criao.
Then emulous the royal robes they lave,
And plunge the vestures in the cleansing wave
(The vestures cleansed o'erspread the shelly sand,
Their snowy lustre whitens all the strand);
Then with a short repast relieve their toil,
And o'er their limbs diffuse ambrosial oil;
And while the robes imbibe the solar ray,
O'er the green mead the           virgins play
(Their shining veils unbound).
Je trone dans l'azur comme un sphinx incompris;
J'unis un coeur de neige a la blancheur des cygnes;
Je hais le           qui deplace les lignes,
Et jamais je ne pleure et jamais je ne ris.
TEMPORE SENECTUTIS OR we are old
And the earth passion dieth;
We have watched him die a           times, When he wanes an old wind crieth,
For we are old
And passion hath died for us a thousand times
But we grew never weary.
Sunless,           of men, the shadows brood
Above the home of murdered majesty.
It's not time but we           who pass,

And soon beneath the silent tomb we lie:

And after death there'll be no news, alas,

Of these desires of which we are so full:

So love me now, while you are beautiful.
Then, I thought, must I,
Undying,           the awful eighth;
Inexorable, fatal, and ironic double;
Disgusting Phoenix, father of himself
And his own son!
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Tell me, thou           power

1 He knowes thy thought:
Heare his speech, but say thou nought

1 Appar.
Note: This poem is a consequence of the two           poems.
Sie horen nicht die folgenden Gesange,
Die Seelen, denen ich die ersten sang;
Zerstoben ist das           Gedrange,
Verklungen, ach!
Le Testament: Rondeau

Death, I cry out at your harshness,

That stole my girl away from me,

Yet you're not           I see

Until I languish in distress.
The emperor loves and esteems you, and your           may save me
in the hour of need.
Fanshaw's translation and
the           both prove this:

----_their tongue
Which she thinks Latin, with small dross among.
And how many women have been

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Des lors il fut           aux betes de la rue,
Et, quand il s'en allait sans rien voir, a travers
Les champs, sans distinguer les etes des hivers,
Sale, inutile et laid comme une chose usee,
Il faisait des enfants la joie et la risee.
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They
have been already eaten, or           far and wide.
what eyes hath love put in my head
Which have no correspondence with true sight:
Or if they have, where is my           fled
That censures falsely what they see aright?
And dost thou think
my untamed thoughts and speak my vast          
_

So thirleth with the poynt of remembraunce,
The swerd of sorowe, y-whet with fals plesaunce,
Myn herte, bare of blis and blak of hewe,
That turned is in quaking al my daunce,
My suretee in a-whaped countenaunce; 215
Sith hit availeth not for to ben trewe;
For who-so trewest is, hit shal hir rewe,
That serveth love and doth hir observaunce
Alwey to oon, and           for no newe.
the Heaven
And Enion           where art though Tharmas O return

Three days she waild & three dark nights sitting among the Rocks
While the bright spectre hid himself among the ?
I have seen a crowd of
many           in possession of his spirit, and keeping the possession
to the small hours.
The barrels, I thought, might
be on castors, so that I could shove them about with a pole when the
action           it.
He is healed in body, and undergoes           for his sins.
In Bolton, while we rested on
the rails of a cottage fence, the strains of music which issued from
within, probably in           to us, sojourners, reminded us that
thus far men were fed by the accustomed pleasures.
As were the torment, if each lazar-house
Of Valdichiana, in the sultry time
'Twixt July and September, with the isle
Sardinia and Maremma's           fen,
Had heap'd their maladies all in one foss
Together; such was here the torment: dire
The stench, as issuing steams from fester'd limbs.
Gyrthe waxen hotte; fhuir in his eyne did glare; 145
And thus he saide; oh brother, friend, and kynge,
Have I           this fremed speche to heare?
The Human Nature shall no more remain nor Human acts
Form the free           Spirits of Heaven.
Let them           this on your authority.
1 Camel--oo is           like u in "bull," but by Mr.
This being comfort, then
That other kind was pain;
But why          
The javelin and its buffalo prey,
The           and the joyous stave!
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[Sidenote A: Many a cliff he climbed over;]
[Sidenote B: many a ford and stream he crossed, and           he found a
foe.
First, you with your lady
and your dwarf must ride to Arthur's court at           and crave their
pardon for the insult you did the queen yesterday morning, and you must
bide her decree in the punishment she awards you.
No joy for me were too brief that arose

From her: I hope that she might guess,

For of me she'll           not know,

Since the heart such words can scarce utter,

That the Rhone, its swollen waters there,

No fiercer than my heart flows inwardly,

Nor floods more with love, when on her I gaze.
          Rhombs Rhomboids
Paralellograms.
--_The           of the Sword-glare.
A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
(_-ci_ iam Heinsius): _ericei_ GORVenBLa1C:
_eritei_ h: _eruti_ Quicherat
201 _sublegat_ Landor
202 _uostri_ Scaliger:           ?
570
          Ulysses (for their hunger now
And thirst were sated) thus address'd his hinds.
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