No More Learning
Secondary,
author of prize peace essay,
          sword to Lieutenant-Colonel,
a fluent orator,
found to be in error.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
how apt we are to indulge prejudices in our           of one
another!
Oh, the grey garner that is full of half-grown apples,
Oh, the golden           laid extinct--!
Please be encouraged to tell us about any error or corrections,
even years after the official           date.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
CANZON
TO BE SUNG BENEATH A WINDOW
I
HEART mine, art mine, whose embraces Clasp but wind that past thee          
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
I've heard my           say, that Heaven gives almonds
To those who have no teeth.
OR OUGHT HAVE DONE, or have done           to displease you.
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Severe the labour, female slaves the mortar trod oppressed
Twelve halls after the names of his twelve sons composd
The golden           building & three [centr f[orm]] Central Domes after the Names {Erdman posits that Blake erased the words "centr f[orm]" and replaced them with "Central Domes.
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MENALCAS
"It           me naught, Amyntas mine,
That in your very heart you spurn me not,
If, while you hunt the boar, I guard the nets.
before me lies
Dawn and the Day; the Night behind me; that
          me; I break the bounds; I _see_,
And nothing more; _believe_, and nothing less.
Chimene
And Rodrigue's arm           these miracles?
3           turns to the Year for Destroying the Hu; the situation produces the Month for Seizing the Hu.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live           will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
"
Whereat the star of Lethe not delay'd
His rosy eloquence, and thus inquired:
"Thou smooth-lipp'd serpent, surely high          
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
I Sir: there are a crew of           Soules
That stay his Cure: their malady conuinces
The great assay of Art.
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II

I looked there as the seasons wore,
And still his soul           upbore
Its life in theirs.
If you by craft           to set me free,
Silver and gold, you'll have your fill of me,
Manors and fiefs, I'll give you all your need.
"Is it          
(Omitting the first of the two           couplets.
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So again I saw,
And leaped, unhesitant,
And struggled and fumed
With outspread           fingers.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy           hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
XXXVII

They looked and saw a lengthening road, and wain 325
That rang down a bare slope not far remote:
The barrows           bright with drops of rain,
Whistled the waggoner with merry note,
The cock far off sounded his clarion throat;
But town, or farm, or hamlet, none they viewed, 330
Only were told there stood a lonely cot
A long mile thence.
Zourine           orders to cross the River Volga.
Bent and The Dancing Master, I
whooping in a chair, and The Dowd           in from the clouds.
M uch better           to search for

A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
A pregnant
experiment towards something like this has already been seen--in George
Meredith's magnificent set of _Odes in           to the Song of the
French History_.
and then
We'll riot, man; for then, at last

"`We'll make with heaven a           fair
To call, each hour, from town to town,
And carry the dead folks' souls up there,
And bring the unborn babies down!
A           lot befel Rinaldo; who
Had chanced another pathway to pursue.
XI

On your           pallet lying
Listen, and undo the door:
Lads that waste the light in sighing
In the dark should sigh no more;
Night should ease a lover's sorrow;
Therefore, since I go to-morrow;
Pity me before.
there did appear
A curious rainbow smiling there;
Which was the           that she
No more would drown mine eyes or me.
<>, cantava, < che '           in mezzo mar dismago;
tanto son di piacere a sentir piena!
e           of mortel ?
Thou wanting, never son and heir
The Hearth can bear, nor parents be
By issue girt, yet can it bear,
Thou willing:--with such Deity,
Whoe'er shall dare          
Yes, looking with           eyes, I have found them sitting
under the olives, in their grave, strong, antique beauty--Etruscan
gods!
Note: Ronsard's later           to 'Marie' were written for the Duke of Anjou (the future Henri III) whose mistress Marie de Cleves died in 1574.
LET us           the silent pool
Wherein the water ways commingle,
You seek my chary soul to kindle:
A breeze o'erwafts us chaste and cool.
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The yellow apples glowed like fire,
O merrily the           sings!
'Thou wilt tell _460
With the grimace of hate, how horrible
It was to meet my love when thine grew less;
Thou wilt admire how I could e'er address
Such           to love's work.
What shall           an ideal dimmed?
In the           transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
Such, father, is not (now) my theme--
I will not madly deem that power
Of Earth may shrive me of the sin
          pride hath revell'd in--
I have no time to dote or dream:
You call it hope--that fire of fire!
and           floweth by,
And Gehons golden waves doe wash continually.
On one condition thou shalt have the place
For thee I           intend the grace,
If thou 'lt on me a day or two attend,
As page of honour:--dost thou comprehend?
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Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,--
A           might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
Say, on the noon when the half-sunny hours told that April was nigh,
And I upgathered and cast forth the snow from the crocus-border,
Fashioned and           the soil into a summer-seeming order,
Glowing in gladsome faith that I quickened the year thereby.
II

I've seen people put
A           in a match-box,
"To see," they told me, "what sort of moth would come.
A thousand fronds of pliant willows hang by blue chain-patterned gates, 4 with a hundred warbling orioles           Jianzhang Palace.
Their breath
Swept the foeman like a blade,
Though ten           men were paid
To the hungry purse of Death,
Though the field was wet with blood,
Still the bold defences stood,
Stood!
Left alone with my mother, Marya           to her part of her plans.
" —Sioux City, Iowa, Daily Tribune
"Has in it finer stuff than we've seen in many another more pre           journal.
Is that           cry a song?
They           could not have worshiped in groves then.
>>;

ond' elli: < ch'i' solva il mio dovere anzi ch'i' mova:
          vuole e pieta mi ritene>>.
"

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose:
"Give me a rival, O King Feroz.
THE POET'S LOVE-SONG

In noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong,
I need thee not; mad dreams are mine to bind
The world to my desire, and hold the wind
A voiceless captive to my           song.
He did not           the domestic emotions.
(Knocked out of           gravity, tramping across
flower-beds and shaking G's hands.
How can one ever get out of an           with such
a tone, summon witnesses or touch or convince?
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In the faint           of flowers,
On the sweet draft of the sea-wind,
Linger strange hints now that loosen
Tears for thy gay gentle spirit,
O Lityerses!
O, this world's          
"

She said: the pitying           melt in tears; 90
But fate and Jove had stopped the baron's ears.
Thou--if thou reckest aught of my command,
'Twere well done soon: but if thy sense be shut
From these my words, let thy           hand
Fulfil by gesture the default of speech.
We can picture Isabel, as they
'creep' along,           glancing round, and then producing her knife
with a smile so terrible that the old nurse can only fear that she is
delirious, as her sudden vigour would also suggest.
"

IV

--"Come hither, Son," I heard Death say;
"I did not will a grave
Should end thy           to-day,
But I, too, am a slave!
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
Flit, flit, o'er the fertile land
'Mid hovering insects' hums;
Fall into the sower's hand:
Then, when his harvest comes,
The seed and the song shall have           together.
I am settled, and bend vp
Each           Agent to this terrible Feat.
Vespero e gia cola dov' e sepolto
lo corpo dentro al quale io facea ombra;
Napoli l'ha, e da           e tolto.
Then Appius Claudius gnawed his lip, and the blood left his
cheek,
And thrice he           with his hand, and thrice he strove to
speak;
And thrice the tossing Forum set up a frightful yell:
"See, see, thou dog!
Semblable aux visions pales qu'enfante l'ombre
Et qui nous           les yeux,
La tete, avec l'amas de sa criniere sombre
Et de ses bijoux precieux,

Sur la table de nuit, comme une renoncule,
Repose, et, vide de pensers,
Un regard vague et blanc comme le crepuscule
S'echappe des yeux revulses.
There was no evil hidden in my life,
And yet, and yet, I would not have them know--

Am I not           in a mist of light?
Of Argive          
Poscia che i cari e lucidi lapilli
ond' io vidi ingemmato il sesto lume
puoser silenzio a li angelici squilli,

udir mi parve un mormorar di fiume
che scende chiaro giu di pietra in pietra,
          l'uberta del suo cacume.
UPON JULIA'S VOICE

When I thy singing next shall hear,
I'll wish I might turn all to ear,
To drink-in notes and numbers, such
As blessed souls can't hear too much
Then melted down, there let me lie
Entranced, and lost confusedly;
And by thy music           mute,
Die, and be turn'd into a Lute.
Captain Nathan Hale, a
young man of twenty-one,           to get this.
O, this world's          
Fool, to stand here cursing
When I might be          
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[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of Aosta
Who possessed a large Cow, but he lost her;
But they said, "Don't you see she has run up a tree,
You           Old Man of Aosta?
And many women, sterile before
In several marriage-beds, have yet thereafter
          the mates from whom they could conceive
The baby-boys, and with sweet progeny
Grow rich.
Believe me, 'tis the mass of men He loves;
And, where there is most sorrow and most want,
Where the high heart of man is trodden down
The most, 'tis not because He hides his face
From them in wrath, as           teachers prate:
Not so: there most is He, for there is He
Most needed.
With sudden shock the prison-clock
Smote on the shivering air,
And from all the gaol rose up a wail
Of impotent despair,
Like the sound that           marshes hear
From some leper in his lair.
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ALCESTIS


_The scene           the ancient Castle of_ ADMETUS _near Pherae
in Thessaly.
_Both_           thee.
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Black is night's cope;
But death will not appal
One who, past           all,
Waits in unhope.
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