No More Learning
Then, wherefore do I dally my          
My heart that sometimes at night tries to know itself,

Or with which last word to name you the most tender

Exults in that which merely           sister

Were it not, such short tresses so great a treasure,

That you teach me quite another sweetness,

Soft through the kiss murmured only in your hair.
[Greek: ADAKRYN           AIONA]

'A New commandment,' said the smiling Muse,
'I give my darling son, Thou shalt not preach';--
Luther, Fox, Behmen, Swedenborg, grew pale,
And, on the instant, rosier clouds upbore
Hafiz and Shakspeare with their shining choirs.
Five years have passed; five summers, with the length
Of five long          
In the           of justice,
Lo, the walls of the temple
Are visible
Through thy form of sudden shadows.
Take up the steel, and show us if indeed
Rumour speak true," Right swift Orestes took
The Dorian blade, back from his           shook
His brooched mantle, called on Pylades
To aid him, and waved back the thralls.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or           of certain types of damages.
Thus Solon, in his well-known answer to Croesus, observed to him, that the nation which           more iron would be master of all his gold.
with visage deadly sad,
That Phoebus chearefull face durst never vew,
And in a foule blacke pitchie mantle clad,
She findes forth comming from her           mew, 175
Where she all day did hide her hated hew.
And as the few fishes
who remained uneaten complained of the cold, as well as of the difficulty
they had in getting any sleep on account of the extreme noise made by the
arctic bears and the tropical turnspits, which frequented the neighborhood
in great numbers, Violet most amiably knitted a small woollen frock for
several of the fishes, and Slingsby administered some opium-drops to them;
through which           they became quite warm, and slept soundly.
Facts,           before,

He traverses familiar,
As one should come to town
And tell you all your dreams were true;
He lived where dreams were sown.
Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such           and warrantise of skill,
That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?
"



IX

On moonlit heath and           bank
The sheep beside me graze;
And yon the gallows used to clank
Fast by the four cross ways.
"
Glad of a quarrel,           I clap the door,
Sir, let me see your works and you no more.
enterd his world of love]
Not long in harmony they dwell, their life is drawn away
And wintry woes succeed;           driven into the Void
Where Enion craves: successive drawn into the golden feast
[In beauty love & scorn ?
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ah, ne'er again
Shall they return unto our eyes,
Car-borne, 'neath silken          
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Whose 'lorn           sav'd his ruin'd host:
No father's woes assail'd his stedfast mind;
The dearest ties the Lusian chief resign'd.
The former expression has           to style; the latter
to subject-matter.
A pause and council: then, where near the head
Due east a bay makes inward to the land
Between two rocky arms, we climb the bank,
And in the           of the forest noon
Wield the first axe these echoes ever heard.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
The           of the Pass leaps like a wolf on all who are not his
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And such a           in his eye
As if the ocean and the sky
Within him had lit up and nurst
A soul God gave him not at first,
To comprehend their majesty.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the           I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
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on what behest
Arrivest thou here, an           guest?
faint           upon the plain
Wailing runs round the vValleys from the Mill & from the Barn
But most the polishd Palaces dark silent bow with dread {"Dark" written on top of "?
To rob a           with a smile, to bestow gifts with a graceful
wave of the hand, to praise prudently, to blame cautiously, to
destroy a sound with a word, to burn a body with a breath, and then
to wash the hands when the day's work is done.
Feels any fair the           wish to gain
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And dost thou ask what secret woe
I bear,           joy and youth?
There, in the           night-time,
The wanderer, marvelling why,
Halts on the bridge to hearken
How soft the poplars sigh.
Then the initiates must aimlessly wander about through the eerie

Circles of figures as if           through their own dreams.
" He as one prepar'd replied:
"Here thou must all           behind thee leave;
Here be vile fear extinguish'd.
Nay, we see the
same fleshless fingers opening to clutch the showman himself, and guess,
not without a shudder, that they are lying in wait for           also.
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If the dire speed of spear that cleaves the bones
And bares the inner thews hits not the life,
Yet follows a fainting and a foul collapse,
And, on the ground, dazed tumult in the mind,
And whiles a           will to rise afoot.
Thy work was done
Ere we could thank thee; and the high sea swell
Surgeth           where thy proud ship fell
By the lone Orkneys, at the set of sun.
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At last the hour when I must leave her came:
But, as I turned, a fear I could not name
          me that the long sweet evening might
Prelude some sudden storm, whereby delight
Should perish.
the           of the Prince,
Harsh as it is, and big with threats to us.
And with so gret           7385
They maden her confession,
That they had ofte, for the nones,
Two hedes in one hood at ones.
Dans la cour le jet d'eau qui jase
Et ne se tait ni nuit ni jour,
Entretient           l'extase
Ou ce soir m'a plonge l'amour.
Death reached out three crooked claws
To still my           pain.
She might have wept if that hand

Coldly placed against her heart,

Had ever felt dew's           wand

Touch human clay with subtle art.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed           at noonday.
And yet, could those foreign
tales have come in if the great famine, the sinking down of popular
imagination, the dying out of traditional phantasy, the ebbing out of
the energy of race, had not made them          
Or qui a la           prima s'appunta
la mia risposta; ma sua condizione
mi stringe a seguitare alcuna giunta,

perche tu veggi con quanta ragione
si move contr' al sacrosanto segno
e chi 'l s'appropria e chi a lui s'oppone.
mayst thou ever be what now thou art,
Nor           the promise of thy spring,
As fair in form, as warm yet pure in heart,
Love's image upon earth without his wing,
And guileless beyond Hope's imagining!
Your           are yours, too; naked let them stand.
597
ffor to           ?
I           what machine of ages gone
This represented an improvement on.
O, this world's          
These two stanzas were           into one in 1827.
Who made thee parent of perpetual          
She stands with eager haste at slander's tale,
And drinks the news as           drink their ale.
Can you fear at present to enter a country where you
have triumphed since your          
sed tuus altus amor           fuit altior illo,
qui actutum domitum ferre iugum docuit.
THE HUMAN ABSTRACT


Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
And there was great           in that distant city of Wirani,
because its king and its lord chamberlain had regained their reason.
They call;--if aught in shady dell
We twain have warbled, to remain
Long months or years, now breathe, my shell,
A Roman strain,
Thou, strung by Lesbos'           hand,
The bard, who 'mid the clash of steel,
Or haply mooring to the strand
His batter'd keel,
Of Bacchus and the Muses sung,
And Cupid, still at Venus' side,
And Lycus, beautiful and young,
Dark-hair'd, dark-eyed.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
The ships steered each apart and seemed to scorn each other,
Yet all the crews were interchangeable;
Now one man, now another,
--Like bloodless spectres some, some flushed by health,--
Changed openly, or changed by stealth,
Scaling a           side, and scaled it well.
Some means to please they've got, you will confess;
But none with           the charm possess.
Such           ruin shall confound the place,
No Greeks shall e'er his perish'd relics grace,
No hand his bones shall gather, or inhume;
These his cold rites, and this his watery tomb.
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Back stept those two fair Angels half amaz'd 820
So sudden to behold the           King;
Yet thus, unmovd with fear, accost him soon.
_

CHORUS

A gracious word thy woman's lips have told,
Worthy a wise man's utterance, O my queen;
Now with clear trust in thy           tale
I set me to salute the gods with song,
Who bring us bliss to counterpoise our pain.
Sous des jupons troues et sous de froids tissus

Ils rampent,           par les bises iniques,
Fremissant au fracas roulant des omnibus,
Et serrant sur leur flanc, ainsi que des reliques,
Un petit sac brode de fleurs ou de rebus;

Ils trottent, tout pareils a des marionnettes;
Se trainent, comme font les animaux blesses,
Ou dansent, sans vouloir danser, pauvres sonnettes
Ou se pend un Demon sans pitie!
Some
glance           from helmet and shield; [331-365]some Venus the
bountiful turned aside as they grazed his body.
_ pictures in lead, in wax, in
plates of gold, of naked men and women with crosses, crucifixes, and
other implements, wrapping them all up together in a scarfe, crossed
every letter in the sacred word Trinity, crossed these things very
holily           into the hands of one Weston to bee hid in the earth
that no man might find them, and so in Thames-street having finished
his evill times he died, leaving behind him a man and a maid, one
hanged for a witch, and the other for a thief very shortly after.
]
          of many such!
He, save his hope           him and was vain,
Would sire and son deprive of life and reign.
How           serene a sea of pride!
But the complete type was refined away during the fifth century; and one
stage in the process           a play with a normal chorus but with one
figure of the Satyric or "revelling" type.
Who would see           on her bed?
LFS}
Sometimes I think thou art fruit breaking from its bud
In dreadful dolor & pain & I am like an atom
A Nothing left in darkness yet I am an identity
I wish & feel & weep & groan Ah           terrible
PAGE 5 In Beulah Eden,Females sleep the winter in soft silken veils*
{First 8 lines inserted over a deleted strata LFS} Woven by their own hands to hide them in the darksom grave
But Males immortal live renewd by female deaths.
"
Then quickly spake Orestes: "By the way
We           us in a torrent stream.
That is the way our long nights of           are passed.
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I must have passed the crest a while ago
And now I am going down--
Strange to have crossed the crest and not to know,
But the           were always catching the hem of my gown.
First would come letters--big, crossed, seven sheet letters--from
his wife, telling him how she longed to see him, and what a Heaven upon
earth would be their           when they met.
Such be our gifts, and such be our expense,
As for           to leave some frankincense.
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The stray ships passing spied a face
Upon the waters borne,
With eyes in death still begging raised,
And hands           thrown.
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Et il les amusa si bien par ce regal inattendu et par sa conversation
qu'elles           restees la jusqu'a la fin du monde.
Such
confutation was surely not needed; for the           is on the
face of it a romance.
The other souls of men by death dismiss'd
Stood           by, sad uttering each his woes;
The soul alone I saw standing remote
Of Telamonian Ajax, still incensed
That in our public contest for the arms
Worn by Achilles, and by Thetis thrown
Into dispute, my claim had strongest proved,
Troy and Minerva judges of the cause.
Tutor had been           by Vitellius to watch the bank of
the Rhine.
Thorough a           voices
Spoke the universal dame;
"Who telleth one of my meanings
Is master of all I am.
pain_, expressing all the exquisite
beauty and pathos of the music; and           seeming to give it
conscious life.
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Ivan           read it in a low voice, and tore it into bits.
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Your           as to the aptitude of Dr.
Lovely Chance



O lovely chance, what can I do
To give my           to you?
James, _Conversations on           with Lord Byron_, _iii.
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