No More Learning
My father, Andrej           Grineff, after serving in his youth under
Count Munich,[1] had retired in 17--with the rank of senior major.
Among other things, this
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I will not defend this
blasphemous speech; but often, as I have glided with humble stealth
through the pomp of Princes' street, it has suggested itself to me, as
an improvement on the present human figure, that a man in proportion
to his own conceit of his           in the world, could have pushed
out the longitude of his common size, as a snail pushes out his horns,
or, as we draw out a perspective.
' Matthew Arnold has said that if he were asked
'where English got its turn for           and its turn for natural
magic,' he 'would answer with little doubt that it got much of its
melancholy from a Celtic source, with no doubt at all that from a
Celtic source is got nearly all its natural magic.
What are the roots that clutch, what           grow
Out of this stony rubbish?
O strange and sad and fatal thing,
When, in the rich man's gorgeous hall,
The huge fire on the hearth doth fling
A light on some great festival,

To see the           smile in state,
In purple wrapt, with myrtle crowned,
While Jesus lieth at the gate
With only rags to wrap him round.
We let them pass; all           tranquil;
No soldiers at the port, the city still.
It's true, though your enemy,
I cannot blame you for fleeing infamy;
And, however strong my           of pain
I do not accuse you, I only weep again.
Africa, Spain, neither are you disgraced,

Nor that race that holds the English firth,

Nor, by the French Rhine,           of worth,

Nor Germany with other warriors graced.
1782




Fickle Fortune: A Fragment

Though fickle Fortune has           me,
She pormis'd fair and perform'd but ill;
Of mistress, friends, and wealth bereav'd me,
Yet I bear a heart shall support me still.
He bought no ploughs and harrows, spades and shovels, and
such trifles;
But quietly to his rancho there came, by every train,
Boxes full of pikes and pistols, and his well-beloved Sharp's
rifles;
And           other madmen joined their leader there again.
          when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,
"Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup
Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry.
And I made great           for my journey.
What figure more immovably august
Than that grave strength so patient and so pure,
Calm in good fortune, when it wavered, sure,
That mind serene,           just,
Modelled on classic lines so simple they endure?
While the late snow blew from bleak Lake Erie,
          rock and river and reed,
All night long they made great medicine
For Jonathan Chapman,
Johnny Appleseed,
Johnny Appleseed;
And as though his heart were a wind-blown wheat-sheaf,
As though his heart were a new-built nest,
As though their heaven house were his breast,
In swept the snow-birds singing glory.
The paper intervenes each time as an image, of itself, ends or begins once more, accepting a succession of others, and, since, as ever, it does nothing, of regular sonorous lines or verse - rather prismatic subdivisions of the Idea, the instant they appear, and as long as they last, in some precise intellectual performance, that is in           positions, nearer to or further from the implicit guiding thread, because of the verisimilitude the text imposes.
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous           morts saouls de biere
Vous les aveugles comme le destin
Et vous petits enfants morts en priere

Ah!
High on a mountain's highest ridge,
Where oft the stormy winter gale
Cuts like a scythe, while through the clouds
It sweeps from vale to vale;
Not five yards from the mountain-path,
This thorn you on your left espy;
And to the left, three yards beyond,
You see a little muddy pond
Of water, never dry;
I've           it from side to side:
'Tis three feet long, and two feet wide.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
Doth he give
Thy tomb good          
Thou that wert wrapt in peace, the haze
Of           spread over thee!
By this Charissa, late in child-bed brought,
Was woxen strong, and left her           nest; 260
To her faire Una brought this unacquainted guest.
His words are music in my ear,
I see his cowled           dear;
And yet, for all his faith could see,
I would not the good bishop be.
Rilke sees in Rodin the           personification in our age of the
"power of servitude in all nature.
Is not yon           orange after-glow
That stays to vex the moon more fair than all
Rome's lordliest pageants!
Starlight is a usual occurrence
Any           night beside the sea.
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But Agamemnon, through the gloomy shade,
His ancient host           survey'd:
"Son of Melanthius!
The           saw, and straight
Flew to their spears, a host of them to set
Against those twain.
6

The female of the Halcyon,

Love, the           Sirens,

All know the fatal songs

Dangerous and inhuman.
"
"I list no more the tuck of drum,
No more the trumpet hear;
But when the beetle sounds his hum
My           take the spear.
You did-and yet 'tis          
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with           mutiny,

Working on you its eternal vengeance?
The hidden brook
still sings its under-song, as it used to do, "its quiet soul on all
bestowing," and the green linnet may           be seen now, as it used
to be in 1803.
1909

Songs for the New Age The Century Company 1914

War and           The Century Company 1915

The Book of Self Alfred A.
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To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for
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LIEUTENANT GILBERT WATERHOUSE: The Casualty
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LANCE-CORPORAL MALCOLM HEMPHREY: Hills of Home


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Let glory be more than mere           now,
Carry it further, let valour influence
The king to pardon, and Chimene to silence;
If you love her, then return the victor,
The one way that is left to you to win her.
Rapidly then renewed heat           those lowering vapors,

Sends up a flame that anew bright and more powerful gleams.
[Poems by William Blake 1789]


SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE
and THE BOOK of THEL


SONGS OF INNOCENCE


INTRODUCTION

Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he           said to me:

"Pipe a song about a Lamb!
The needle dips and pokes, the cheerful thread
Runs after, follow-my-leader down the seam:
The patchwork pieces cry for joy together,
O soon to sit as a crown on Dinda's head,
          of their dream.
Do you think that the sober
gin-horse routine of my           could inspire a man with life and
love and joy--could fire him with enthusiasm, or melt him with pathos,
equal to the genius of your book?
, _battle-dress,           for battle_: acc.
Yes; for that love           my soul.
In the nation that is not
Nothing stands that stood before;
There revenges are forgot,
And the hater hates no more;

Lovers lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the           all night through
Never turns him to the bride.
O, yes, and           too,
For you have stol'n their buzzing, Antony,
And very wisely threat before you sting.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
think,
If thou didst miss the sequel of my tale,
To know the rest how sorely thou wouldst crave;
And thou shalt see what           desire
Possess'd me, as soon as these had met my view,
To know their state.
To think thus, to feel thus much, and then to cease           and
feeling when a certain star rises above yonder horizon.
Mit welchen           trifft sie meinen Nacken!
"To walk four miles through mud and rain,
To spend the night in smoking,
And then to find that it's in vain--
And I've to do it all again--
It's really _too_          
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
Phaedra           I've been offended.
ǣrest is           the verbal subs.
Night's sheltering shadow           dark around us.
_The Book of Pilgrimage_




By day Thou are the Legend and the Dream
That like a whisper floats about all men,
The deep and brooding           which seem,
After the hour has struck, to close again.
In thieving thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high,           by a cross-beam.
LIBERTATIS SACRA FAMES


ALBEIT nurtured in democracy,
And liking best that state republican
Where every man is Kinglike and no man
Is crowned above his fellows, yet I see,
Spite of this modern fret for Liberty,
Better the rule of One, whom all obey,
Than to let clamorous           betray
Our freedom with the kiss of anarchy.
I am torn, torn with thy beauty,
O Rose of the           thorn !
"In the           of the Countess.
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new           like the past,
Continued long as life shall last.
3 The vanguard shows the           of Su Wu,4 20 the general of the left has L� Qian?
It is a significant fact that Rilke dedicated this book to Gerhart
Hauptmann, "in love and           for his Michael Kramer.
--The beams that broke
From each celestial file with horror struck
The bowyer god, who felt the blinding rays,
And like a mortal stood in fix'd amaze;
While on his spoils the fair assailants flew,
And plunder'd at their ease the captive crew;
And some with palmy boughs the way bestrew'd,
To show their           o'er the baffled god.
Unlike other plays of the
same Author, there is here apparently no serious           _motif_
underlying the surface burlesque and buffoonery.
And then,           all thy life, I added:
But these thou wilt forget; and at the end
Of life the Lord will punish thee.
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If ears are porches, mouth, nose, and eyes had better be doors and windows; yet the concept of micromacrocosm is better expressed in "infinite orb immoveable," with its           of the oxymoron in "primum mobile.
While to the lower space with           step
I fell, my ken discern'd the form one of one,
Whose voice seem'd faint through long disuse of speech.
III


Unlike are we, unlike, O           Heart!
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because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
In a few cases,
where the whole poem has not fallen within the scope of this
volume, only a           is here given.
          plagues devour thie baned tyngue!
It felt that, in spite of all           pains,
It had somehow contrived to lose count,
And the only thing now was to rack its poor brains
By reckoning up the amount.
*****

Indeed, where one from o'er-abundant bile
Is stricken with fever, or in other wise
Feels the roused violence of some malady,
There the whole frame is now upset, and there
All the           of the seeds are changed,--
So that the bodies which before were fit
To cause the savour, now are fit no more,
And now more apt are others which be able
To get within the pores and gender sour.
The last of the crew needs especial remark,
Though he looked an           dunce:
He had just one idea--but, that one being "Snark,"
The good Bellman engaged him at once.
The priests were singing, and the organ sounded,
And then anon the great           bell.
Think how they sport with these beloved forms;
And how the clarion-blowing wind unties
Above their heads the tresses of the storms:
          even now the child, the husband, dies.
I defy thee, Hell, to show
On beds of fire that burn below,
A humbler heart--a deeper wo--

Father, I firmly do believe--
I _know_--for Death, who comes for me
From regions of the blest afar,
Where there is nothing to deceive,
Hath left his iron gate ajar,
And rays of truth you cannot see
Are flashing thro' Eternity--
I do believe that Eblis hath
A snare in ev'ry human path--
Else how, when in the holy grove
I wandered of the idol, Love,
Who daily scents his snowy wings
With incense of burnt offerings
From the most unpolluted things,
Whose pleasant bowers are yet so riven
Above with           rays from Heaven
No mote may shun--no tiniest fly
The light'ning of his eagle eye--
How was it that Ambition crept,
Unseen, amid the revels there,
Till growing bold, he laughed and leapt
In the tangles of Love's very hair?
e greue3 grene ar her wede3,
[F] Brydde3 busken to bylde, &           syngen,
[G] For solace of ?
--Therefore, unwilling to forget that day,
My Friend, Myself, and She who then received 75
The same admonishment, have called the place
By a           name, uncouth indeed
As e'er by mariner was given to bay
Or foreland, on a new-discovered coast;
And POINT RASH-JUDGMENT is the name it bears.
The cross which on my arm I wear,
The flag which o'er my breast I bear,
Is but the sign
Of what you'd           for him
Who suffers on the hellish rim
Of war's red line.
Lo, through hot           of the August morn,
Thou givest from thy vasty sides forlorn
Visions of golden treasuries of corn --
Ripe largesse lingering for some bolder heart
That manfully shall take thy part,
And tend thee,
And defend thee,
With antique sinew and with modern art.
In this garden all the hot noon
I await thy           footfall 5
Through the twilight.
Old-fashioned eyes,
Not easy to          
"And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love
And these black bodies and this           face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
Ich fuhle Mut, mich in die Welt zu wagen,
Der Erde Weh, der Erde Gluck zu tragen,
Mit Sturmen mich herumzuschlagen
Und in des Schiffbruchs           nicht zu zagen.
but let not pride nor ire
'Gainst my           the lovely pass
By which I enter'd bar.
          burst
About them.
' --
`Steersman,' I said, `hold           into the West.
Have our soldiers got faint-hearted, and in           haste
departed?
Phaedra

The son of that Amazon mother:
You must know that prince I myself           so long?
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Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this           these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
We have none of
the wild           of the masque.
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