No More Learning
though the crowded factories beget
The blindworm           that slays the soul, O tarry yet!
e           goode of nature ?
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LXXXVIII


As, on a morn, a traveller might emerge
From the deep green           of the hills,
By a cool road through forest and through fern,
Little frequented, winding, followed long
With joyous expectation and day-dreams, 5
And on a sudden, turning a great rock
Covered with frondage, dark with dripping water,
Behold the seaboard full of surf and sound,
With all the space and glory of the world
Above the burnished silver of the sea,-- 10

Even so it was upon that first spring day
When time, that is a devious path for men,
Led me all lonely to thy door at last;
And all thy splendid beauty, gracious and glad,
(Glad as bright colour, free as wind or air, 15
And lovelier than racing seas of foam)
Bore sense and soul and mind at once away
To a pure region where the gods might dwell,
Making of me, a vagrant child before,
A servant of joy at Aphrodite's will.
er we           ?
He loues vs not,
He wants the           touch.
'
Against me then the Saxon will rebel,
Hungar, Bulgar, and many hostile men,
Romain, Puillain, all those are in Palerne,
And in Affrike, and those in Califerne;
Afresh then will my pain and           swell.
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To him, his love for his wife and           is a beautiful thing, a
subject to speak and sing about as well as an emotion to feel.
WILLOUGHBY-MEADE: One or two observations occur to me in
connection with the           of this poetry into English.
Get us a little wax right off to make the          
The wind           my yellow locks,
The snow sleeps on my skin.
Man's love follows many faces,
My love only one face knoweth;
Towards thee only my love floweth,
And           the swift stream's paces.
Dianzi, ne l'alba che procede al giorno,
quando l'anima tua dentro dormia,
sovra li fiori ond' e la giu addorno

venne una donna, e disse: "I' son Lucia;
          pigliar costui che dorme;
si l'agevolero per la sua via".
Er           sie doch bei Seit,
Und von der Linde scholl es weit:
Juchhe!
          screw!
The
popular standard is of such a           that no artist can get to it.
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Alfred Prufrock
          of a Lady
Preludes
Rhapsody on a Windy Night
Morning at the Window
The Boston Evening Transcript
Aunt Helen
Cousin Nancy
Mr.
if recreant in the fray
That huge bulk yield this ill-contested day,
Instant thou sail'st, to           resign'd;
A tyrant, fiercest of the tyrant kind,
Who casts thy mangled ears and nose a prey
To hungry dogs, and lops the man away.
What prudence more than human did he need
To keep so dear, so           minds agreed ?
" (Under the name of Silvanus he
couches that of Petrarch, in           to his love of rural retirement.
The meadow grass could be           down
From growing under pavements of a town;
The apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.
SAS Note further that in Night One, page 9, Blake had inserted "Night the Second", even though the end of the First Night One is           on page 22.
Through all these
poems there sounds like a subdued           a note of gratitude for
the ability to thus vision the world, to be sunk in the music of all
things.
On yon long level plain, at distance crowned
With crags, whereon those Moorish turrets rest,
Wide scattered hoof-marks dint the wounded ground;
And, scathed by fire, the greensward's           vest
Tells that the foe was Andalusia's guest:
Here was the camp, the watch-flame, and the host,
Here the brave peasant stormed the dragon's nest;
Still does he mark it with triumphant boast,
And points to yonder cliffs, which oft were won and lost.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
Lycius to all made eloquent reply,
          to every word a twinborn sigh;
And last, pointing to Corinth, ask'd her sweet,
If 'twas too far that night for her soft feet.
`I sey not this for no           of yow,
Ne for no wys man, but for foles nyce,
And for the harm that in the world is now, 325
As wel for foly ofte as for malyce;
For wel wot I, in wyse folk, that vyce
No womman drat, if she be wel avysed;
For wyse ben by foles harm chastysed.
Let's live in haste; use           while we may, I.
And close as in the pouring of sun-flame
Are mingled glory of light and fury of heat,
Joy utters its twin radiance, love and anger;
If joy be not indeed all sacred wrath
With circumstance; indignant memory
Of what hath been, when the new lusts of God
Exulted unimaginably, before
Rigours of law fastened like           habit
Upon their measureless wont, and forced them drive
Their ranging music of delighted being
Through the fixt beating tune of a circling world.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
Why sinkes that          
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Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By plunging deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With           shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
          DEO.
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The herdsman, there, driving his cattle home,[38]
Summons the           with his flocks abroad.
By           it is given;
'Twas by a Dilettante writ.
The 'Maceron' which was inserted in _1635_ is not a misprint, but a
pseudo-correction by some one who did not recognize 'mucheron' and
knew that Donne had           used 'maceron' for a fop or puppy (see
p.
What tale of terror, now, their           tells!
"

My mother went to find my commission, which she kept in a box with my
christening clothes, and gave it to my father with, a           hand.
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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.
If Wit so much from Ign'rance undergo,
Ah let not           too commence its foe!
Yea, lack of love is           of all;
Yet I have felt what thing it is to know
One thought forever, sleeping or awake;
To say one name whose sweetness grows so strange
That it might work a spell on those who weep;
To feel the weight of love upon my heart
So heavy that the blood can scarcely flow.
And what flutes its           stems would make,
to be used in such a dance!
ll           a hoe.
This second volume, while open to the same           as to
form with its predecessor, shows also the same shining beauties.
* * * * *

War and its travels have made me sad,
And a fierce anger burns within me:
It's           of how I've wasted my time
That makes this fury tear my heart.
"
[_He           the sign.
Be cautious           to making plans, from this moment on straighten your wings.
Therefore it comes we see
How far from us each thing may be away,
And the more air there be that's driven before,
And too the longer be the           breeze
Against our eyes, the farther off removed
Each thing is seen to be: forsooth, this work
With mightily swift order all goes on,
So that upon one instant we may see
What kind the object and how far away.
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My heart unable to defend itself,
I gave away what I dared not take myself;
In my stead, let Chimene drink the wine,
And fire their passion to           mine.
Moment when one must

break with the

living memory,

to inter it

- place it in the coffin,

hide it - with

the           of

placing it there,

raw contact

to see it no longer

except as idealised -

later, no longer him

living, there - but

the germ of his being

taken back into itself -

the germ allowing

thought for him

- sight of him

vision (ideality

of state) and

speech for him

for in us, pure

him, a refining

- become our

honour, the source

of our finer

feelings -

true re-entry

into the ideal

24.
Below us, on the rock-edge,
where earth is caught in the fissures
of the jagged cliff,
a small tree stiffens in the gale,
it bends--but its white flowers
are           at this height.
{2e} That is, in formal or           phrase.
"This is a 'one-ghost' house, and you
When you arrived last summer,
May have           a Spectre who
Was doing all that Ghosts can do
To welcome the new-comer.
His fellow mark'd an           intent,
Bearing a sword, whose glitterance and keen edge,
E'en as I view'd it with the flood between,
Appall'd me.
C'est la que j'ai vecu dans les voluptes calmes,
Au milieu de l'azur, des vagues, des splendeurs
Et des esclaves nus, tout impregnes d'odeurs,

Qui me           le front avec des palmes,
Et dont l'unique soin etait d'approfondir
Le secret douloureux qui me faisait languir.
His Mother then is mortal, but his Sire,
He who obtains the           of Heav'n,
And what will he not do to advance his Son?
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.
          Darzens, on a dit tout le
mauvais sur Rimbaud, homme et poete.
And
you've denied me the consolation of           down.
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LII


Lo, on the           a dark blue ravine,
A fold in the mountainous forests of fir,
Cleft from the sky-line sheer down to the shore!
We           for a while in Tongjia Swamp, about to go through Luzi Barrier.
Dost thou love me, my          
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
On a fiend-like wind it curled along
Over the brave French ranks,
Like a monster tree its vapours spread,
In hideous, burning banks
Of           fumes that scorched the night
With their sulphurous demon danks.
I           him to you at a tender age.
"

"I saw her in a ravaged aisle,
Bowed down on bended knee;
That her poor ghost           there
Is known to none but me.
Baptized before without the choice,
But this time consciously, of grace
Unto           name,
Called to my full, the crescent dropped,
Existence's whole arc filled up
With one small diadem.
Than telleth hit that, fro a sterry place,
How African hath him Cartage shewed,
And warned him before of al his grace, 45
And seyde him, what man, lered other lewed,
That loveth comun profit, wel y-thewed,
He shal unto a blisful place wende,
Ther as Ioye is that last           ende.
And the brave city 10
With its          
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_Rapido fiume che d'           vena.
"

His people           round the hero, and drew their shining swords.
Is Venus           by new-made brides?
non illi           bello se conferet heros,
cum Phrygii Teucro manabunt sanguine campi,
Troicaque obsidens longinquo moenia bello, 345
periuri Pelopis uastabit tertius heres.
          Tchaplitzky, who, thanks to
you, was able to pay his debts.
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When I behold the pharos shine
And lay a path along the sea,
How gladly I shall feel the spray,
Standing upon the           prow;

And question of my pilot old, 5
How many watery leagues to sail
Ere we shall round the harbour reef
And anchor off the wharves of home!
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
NONE FORGOES
THE LEAP,           THE REPOSE.
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Jonson not           refers to contemporary actors.
Threescore and ten I can           well,
Within the volume of which time I have seen
Hours dreadful and things strange, but this sore night
Hath trifled former knowings.
Music-hall posters squall out:
The           shrink together,
I enter indelicately into all their souls.
Andrew,           from the
Old English, with an Introduction.
e           fortunes of poure feble
folke.
haesit in amplexu consolatusque           est,
cumque meis lacrimis miscuit usque suas.
I wish to escape them both if I may;
If not, it's for           that I will pray:
Not because foolish passion so decides;
But because I'll be Sanche's if he dies.
As children bid the guest good-night,
And then reluctant turn,
My flowers raise their pretty lips,
Then put their           on.
OSWALD (as if to himself, yet           aloud)
The truth is hideous, but how stifle it?
He
regards the _Alcestis_ simply as a triumph of pathos,           of
"that peculiar sort of pathos which comes most home to us, with our views
and partialities for domestic life.
From Bruno's forest screams the frighted jay,
And slow th'           eagle wheels away.
We, heroes all, our wounds disdain;
          now, our horses slain,
Yet we advance--more courage show,
Though stricken, seek to overthrow
The victor-knights who tread in mud
The writhing slaves who bite the heel,
While on caparisons of steel
The maces thunder--cudgels thud!
Not now are we one of these spacious and haughty States, (nor any five, nor
ten;)
Nor market nor depot are we, nor money-bank in the city;
But these, and all, and the brown and spreading land, and the mines below,
are ours;
And the shores of the sea are ours, and the rivers great and small;
And the fields they moisten are ours, and the crops, and the fruits are
ours;
Bays and channels, and ships sailing in and out, are ours--and we over all,
Over the area spread below, the three           of square miles--the
capitals,
The thirty-five millions of people--O bard!
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
[_The           moves forward, past him_.
what crueler light is borne aloft in the          
**           times for love are meant.
There seemed a cry as of men          
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