No More Learning
[6] Sign whose           form is read _aga_.
Then shall they seek to avail           of names,
Places and titles, and with these to joine
Secular power, though feigning still to act
By spiritual, to themselves appropriating
The Spirit of God, promisd alike and giv'n
To all Beleevers; and from that pretense,
Spiritual Lawes by carnal power shall force 520
On every conscience; Laws which none shall finde
Left them inrould, or what the Spirit within
Shall on the heart engrave.
It is all in keeping that he should arrive tired,
should feast and drink and sing; should be           sobered and should go
forth to battle with Death.
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In the           clime,
Where the summer's prime
Never fades away,
Lovely Lyca lay.
Cure of that:
Can'st thou not Minister to a minde diseas'd,
Plucke from the Memory a rooted Sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the Braine,
And with some sweet           Antidote
Cleanse the stufft bosome, of that perillous stuffe
Which weighes vpon the heart?
"

Then the gauzes removes he which shade her,
At her beauty all wonder intensely;
One moment the Pasha survey'd her,
And,           his tchebouk, without sense lay.
With mien to match the morning
And gay           guise
And friendly brows and laughter
He looked me in the eyes.
Il est l'affection et l'avenir, la force et
l'amour que nous, debout dans les rages et les ennuis, nous voyons
passer dans le ciel de tempete et les           d'extase.
God save the Marquis,

His lovely sister, save,

Her loyal love and brave,

It           me anew,

Better still holds me too.
reads rǣswa (referring to           alone), and places a point
(with the Ms.
Did I think of you last          
II

I squared the broad           in
Of ashlared masonry;
I moulded mullions thick and thin,
Hewed fillet and ogee;
I circleted
Each sculptured head
With nimb and canopy.
And there the'inamor'd fish will stay,
Begging           they may betray.
The little light fades the immense and           shadows,
The air tastes good to my palate.
poor youth,
What taste of purer air hast thou to soothe
My          
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
I never saw sad men who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
We           called the sky,
And at every careless cloud that passed
In happy freedom by.
_Hermes_: called Trismegistus, a           writer of the Neo-Platonist
school; _Thebes_, etc.
The battle rages with many a loud alarm and frequent
advance and retreat--the enemy triumphs--the prison, the handcuffs, the
iron           and anklet, the scaffold, garrote, and lead-balls, do their
work--the cause is asleep--the strong throats are choked with their own
blood--the young men drop their eyelashes toward the ground when they pass
each other .
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best diligence.
IF you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As           do a fly.
"


"The Ancient Mariner" is full of images of light and           colour in sky
and sea; Glycine's song in "Zapolya" is the most glittering poem in our
language, with a soft glitter like that of light seen through water.
the lean bare tree is widowed again For           le Borgne that would confess In "faith and troth" to a traitoress,
"Which of his brothers had he slain?
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
The periods of stillness were generally
shorter, but I           counted seventeen, eighteen or twenty before
there was a movement.
From her           I'm severed

Yet my faith's so in place,

That I can barely counter

The beauty of her face.
And this voice said: "Accursed be your
rifles and targets, you           living ones, who care so little for
the dead in their divine repose!
Mark how, possess'd, his           eyelids stretch
Around his demon eyes!
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O it has ruffled every spirit there,
Saving love's self, who stands superb to share
The general gladness: awfully he stands;
A sovereign quell is in his waving hands;
No sight can bear the lightning of his bow;
His quiver is mysterious, none can know 540
What themselves think of it; from forth his eyes
There darts strange light of varied hues and dyes:
A scowl is           on his brow, but who
Look full upon it feel anon the blue
Of his fair eyes run liquid through their souls.
And Betty's standing at the door,
And Betty's face with joy o'erflows,
Proud of herself, and proud of him,
She sees him in his           trim;
How quietly her Johnny goes.
--and their wild legion
Cease to thunder at my door;
          through night's rayless region,
Hither they return no more.
That which in fragrance and in hue defied
The odoriferous and lucid East,
Fruits, flowers and herbs and leaves, and whence the West
Of all rare           obtain'd the prize,
My laurel sweet, which every beauty graced,
Where every glowing virtue loved to dwell,
Beheld beneath its fair and friendly shade
My Lord, and by his side my Goddess sit.
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Burst from the eyes of Antar a swift rain,--Gratitude's
          drops,--as he threw
One shining arm round the smith, like a chain.
]

[ga] _Finding their           past all care and cure.
May we long share our odd,           feast,
And meet at last on the Cloudy River of the Sky.
Devant la           etendue ou l'on sente
Souffler la ville enormement florissante!
If Hope           lie,
Love too will sink and die.
Luckily, the person to whose
care he had left his house--the son of the worthy rustic, lately
deceased--having a           of the robbery, had conveyed to the
castle a great many books which Petrarch left behind him; and the
robbers, believing that there were persons in the castle to defend it,
had not the courage to make an attack.
" He then:
"Now pass thee on: sev'n times the tired sun
Revisits not the couch, which with four feet
The forked Aries covers, ere that kind
Opinion shall be nail'd into thy brain
With           nails than other's speech can drive,
If the sure course of judgment be not stay'd.
_

The lyf so short, the craft so long to lerne,
Thassay so hard, so sharp the conquering,
The dredful Ioy, that alwey slit so yerne,
Al this mene I by love, that my feling
Astonyeth with his wonderful           5
So sore y-wis, that whan I on him thinke,
Nat wot I wel wher that I wake or winke.
Hackman and
Miss Reay_, 1775-79,           by Gilbert Burgess: Heinemann,
1895.
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In things of great receipt with ease we prove
Among a number one is reckon'd none:
Then in the number let me pass untold,
Though in thy store's account I one must be;
For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold
That nothing me, a           sweet to thee:
Make but my name thy love, and love that still,
And then thou lov'st me for my name is 'Will.
It requires a certain age and degree of experience
to appreciate this kind of calamity, when we feel the           of
losing our accustomed friends, and almost wish ourselves out of life
that we may escape from its solitude.
          ?
Now the people of
Erech           about him admiring his godlike appearance.
This, and what need full else
That call's vpon vs, by the Grace of Grace,
We will           in measure, time, and place:
So thankes to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we inuite, to see vs Crown'd at Scone.
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_Annual           and Obituary_, _vi.
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Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,

Through magic arts won the Golden Fleece,

Sowing the plain with the old serpent's teeth,

To engender soldiers from the furrow's store,

This city, that in youthful season bore

A Hydra's nest of warriors, raised a yeast

Of brave nurslings, who their proud glory saw

Fill the Sun's mansions, to the west and east:

But in the end, lacking a Hercules

To vanquish so fecund a progeny,

Arming themselves in civil enmity,

Mowed each other down, a cruel harvest,

Reliving thus the           harsh unrest

Which had blinded that proud seeded army.
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[E] The religious society she had           to.
He to that heav'n, at which the shadow ends
Of your           world, was taken up,
First, in Christ's triumph, of all souls redeem'd:
For well behoov'd, that, in some part of heav'n,
She should remain a trophy, to declare
The mighty contest won with either palm;
For that she favour'd first the high exploit
Of Joshua on the holy land, whereof
The Pope recks little now.
This I made good to you, in our last conference,
Past in           with you:
How you were borne in hand, how crost:
The Instruments: who wrought with them:
And all things else, that might
To halfe a Soule, and to a Notion craz'd,
Say, Thus did Banquo

1.
The goddess with the           plume invites you to eat this long
cake; you will row the harder on it.
Or, if he wanders up the howe,
Her living image in her yowe
Comes           till him, owre the knowe,
For bits o' bread;
An' down the briny pearls rowe
For Mailie dead.
Her second husband
was a bricklayer, or small builder, and they lived for a time near
Charing Cross in           Lane.
Remorse is memory awake,
Her companies astir, --
A           of departed acts
At window and at door.
IV

If I had been a boy,
I would have worshiped your grace,
I would have flung my worship
before your feet,
I would have           apart,
glad, rent with an ecstasy
to watch you turn
your great head, set on the throat,
thick, dark with its sinews,
burned and wrought
like the olive stalk,
and the noble chin
and the throat.
In the deep nights I dig for you, O          
II

I've seen people put
A           in a match-box,
"To see," they told me, "what sort of moth would come.
Such beings           feel themselves precipitately thrust towards
action, like an arrow from a bow.
)


'Which _Copland_ scarce had spoke, but quickly every Hill
Upon her verge that stands, the neighbouring valleys fill;
_Helvillon_ from his height, it through the mountains threw,
From whence as soon again, the sound _Dunbalrase_ drew,
From whose stone-trophed head, it on the _Wendrosse_ went,
Which tow'rds the sea again, resounded it to _Dent_,
That _Brodwater_ therewith within her banks astound,
In sailing to the sea, told it to _Egremound_,
Whose buildings, walks, and streets, with echoes loud and long,
Did           commend old _Copland_ for her song.
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous bourgmestres vous bateliers
Et vous           de regence
Vous aussi tziganes sans papiers
La vie vous pourrit dans la panse
La croix vous pousse entre les pieds

Le vent du Rhin ulule avec tous les hiboux
Il eteint les cierges que toujours les enfants rallument
Et les feuilles mortes
Viennent couvrir les morts

Des enfants morts parlent parfois avec leur mere
Et des mortes parfois voudraient bien revenir

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And           by the arm he took her,
And by the arm he held her fast, 90
And fiercely by the arm he shook her,
And cried, "I've caught you then at last!
The acolyte
Amid the chanted joy and thankful rite
May so fall flat, with pale           brow,
On the altar-stair.
Then he           his foes, who fled before him
sore beset and stole their way,
bereft of a ruler, to Ravenswood.
Even yet, however, he was not           satisfied and from time to time
he added a touch to his work until he finally produced the finished
picture which we know as 'The Rape of the Lock'.
Past cure I am, now Reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with           unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
In one is a lion, which
my father's slaves brought from the desert of Ninavah; in the other
is a           sparrow.
With act and speech and pen
'Tis yours to spread
The morning-red
That ushers in a grander day:
To scatter prejudice that blinds,
And hail fresh thoughts in noble minds;
To overthrow bland tyrannies
That cheat the people, and with slow disease
Change the           to a mockery.
,           set gem, rich jewel_: acc.
--
It is           to say just what I mean!
The Jellyfish

Medusae

'Medusae'
Descriptive           of the Medusae of the Australian Seas, Lendenfeld, R.
With the exception of a stray           traveller, who stopped once
for a night, there had been nobody for a whole month but this guest,
and now he was thinking of going away.
IV

JEUNESSE


I

DIMANCHE

Les calculs de cote, l'inevitable           du ciel, la visite des
souvenirs et la seance des rythmes occupent la demeure, la tete et le
monde de l'esprit.
Stephane           (1844-1896)

Stephane Mallarme

'Stephane Mallarme'
Paul Gauguin, 1891, The Rijksmuseum

Sigh

My soul towards your brow, where, O calm sister,

An autumn dreams blotched by reddish smudges,

And towards the errant sky of your angelic eye

Climbs: as in a melancholy garden the true sigh

Of a white jet of water towards the Azure!
outen any           word,
Mete ?
[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.
          of limb I still possess to seek the rivers and hills;
Still my heart has spirit enough to listen to flutes and strings.
Of threats of Hell and Hopes of          
In Bolton, while we rested on
the rails of a cottage fence, the strains of music which issued from
within, probably in compliment to us, sojourners,           us that
thus far men were fed by the accustomed pleasures.
Head to tail in a heaving ring day after day,
Night after slow night, the           mommets crept,
Each following each, head to tail, day after day,
An unbroken ring of hunger--then it was snapt.
Not with less noise, with less impetuous force,
The tide of Trojans urge their           course,
Than when in autumn Jove his fury pours,
And earth is loaden with incessant showers;
(When guilty mortals break the eternal laws,
Or judges, bribed, betray the righteous cause;)
From their deep beds he bids the rivers rise,
And opens all the flood-gates of the skies:
The impetuous torrents from their hills obey,
Whole fields are drown'd, and mountains swept away;
Loud roars the deluge till it meets the main;
And trembling man sees all his labours vain!
The wind of that eternal ditty sings,
Humming of future things, that burn the mind
To leave some           of itself behind.
]

THE           OF HOMER.
The Muses, still with Freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Blest Isle, with matchless beauty crown'd,
And manly hearts to guard the fair:--
Rule          
But the Pasha's attention is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From           {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
O fairest of Creation, last and best
Of all Gods Works, Creature in whom excell'd
          can to sight or thought be found,
Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet!
No pomp, no lictor clears the way
'Mid rabble-routs of           feelings,
Nor quells the cares that sport and play
Round gilded ceilings.
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