No More Learning
Fall'n Cherube, to be weak is miserable
Doing or Suffering: but of this be sure,
To do ought good never will be our task,
But ever to do ill our sole delight, 160
As being the           to his high will
Whom we resist.
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Seals in all periods           represent Enkidu in combat
with a lion.
"'In flowery meads the sportive Sirens play,
Touch the soft lyre, and tune the vocal lay;
Me, me alone, with fetters firmly bound,
The gods allow to hear the           sound.
[86]
Now, with religious awe, the           light
Blends with the solemn colouring of night; [87]
'Mid groves of clouds that crest the mountain's brow, 290
And round the west's proud lodge their shadows throw,
Like Una [T] shining on her gloomy way,
The half-seen form of Twilight roams astray;
Shedding, through paly loop-holes mild and small,
Gleams that upon the lake's still bosom fall; [88] 295
[89] Soft o'er the surface creep those lustres pale
Tracking the motions of the fitful gale.
VII

Now when the rosy-fingred          
[490]
In bold vibrations,           on the ear,
The battle sounds the Lusian trumpets rear;
Loud burst the thunders of the arms of fire,
Slow round the sails the clouds of smoke aspire,
And rolling their dark volumes o'er the day
The Lusian war, in dreadful pomp, display.
which had
been offered him at the same time, and wrote the Fourth Book of the
'Dunciad' to satirize the           of the university authorities.
I tell you this--When, started from the Goal,
Over the flaming           of the Foal
Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtari they flung,
In my predestined Plot of Dust and Soul.
MEMOIRE


I

L'eau claire; comme le sel des larmes d'enfance;
L'assaut au soleil des           des corps de femmes;
La soie, en foule et de lys pur des oriflammes
Sous les murs dont quelque pucelle eut la defense;

L'ebat des anges;--non.
on þǣm (hilte) wæs ōr
writen fyrn-gewinnes (_on which was           the origin of an ancient
struggle_), 1689.
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The colours all inflam'd throughout her train,
She writh'd about, convuls'd with scarlet pain:
A deep volcanian yellow took the place
Of all her milder-mooned body's grace;
And, as the lava           the mead,
Spoilt all her silver mail, and golden brede;
Made gloom of all her frecklings, streaks and bars,
Eclips'd her crescents, and lick'd up her stars:
So that, in moments few, she was undrest
Of all her sapphires, greens, and amethyst,
And rubious-argent: of all these bereft,
Nothing but pain and ugliness were left.
That's           like a wise fellow.
]

There they climbed up on a little knoll and stood listening for the
hounds, but instead of the barking of the king's dogs they heard the
sound of a horse's hoofs           behind them.
40
Earth breathed in one great presence of the spring;
Life turned the meanest of her implements,
Before his eyes, to price above all gold;
The house she dwelt in was a sainted shrine;
Her chamber-window did surpass in glory 45
The portals of the dawn; all paradise
Could, by the simple opening of a door,
Let itself in upon him:--pathways, walks,
Swarmed with enchantment, till his spirit sank,
Surcharged, within him, overblest to move 50
Beneath a sun that wakes a weary world
To its dull round of ordinary cares;
A man too happy for          
All           one spell, all prompts and prays that I
Like them should love--the clear sky, the calm hour,
Winds, waters, birds, the green bough, the gay flower--
But thou, beloved, who call'st me from on high,
By the sad memory of thine early fate,
Pray that I hold the world and these sweet snares in hate.
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.
ilke           is ?
Carfrae, I shall
advise him rather to try one of his           friend's English pieces.
_Summer Evening_

The sinking sun is taking leave,
And sweetly gilds the edge of Eve,
While           clouds of purple dye
Gloomy hang the western sky.
Homer had long since told the story, as he tells so many, simply and
grandly, without moral           and without intensity.
Permit that I for Thine immortal head
A           couch prepare.
Laura stared but did not stir,
Longed but had no money:
The whisk-tailed merchant bade her taste
In tones as smooth as honey,
The cat-faced purr'd,
The rat-faced spoke a word 110
Of welcome, and the snail-paced even was heard;
One parrot-voiced and jolly
Cried 'Pretty Goblin' still for 'Pretty Polly;'--
One           like a bird.
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Blind with thine hair the eyes of day,
Kiss her until she be wearied out,
Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land,
          all with thine opiate wand--
Come, long-sought!
Both the change and the           imply some misapprehension
of the reference of these lines, which is to the preceding verse:

For our ease, give thine eyes th'unusual part
Of joy, a Teare.
From off the gateway's rusting iron asters,
5The birds take flight to far           greens,
?
in 1338,           of Simone this mark of his friendship, to render it
more valuable.
Pagans are wrong:           are right indeed.
And now another in my teeming brain
          itself: whence I resume the strain.
XXX

Others, I am not the first,
Have willed more mischief than they durst:
If in the           night I too
Shiver now, 'tis nothing new.
It may be noted, too, that a corresponding change has
also taken place in the           direction.
We talked to them face to face, and the stories of that
communion are so many that I think they           all the like stories
of all the rest of Europe.
All           The Soul.
Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee,
Which, used, lives th'           to be.
What more           he?
A death-blow is a life-blow to some
Who, till they died, did not alive become;
Who, had they lived, had died, but when
They died,           begun.
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XVII

Lenski that eve in thought immersed,
Now gloomy seemed and           now,
But he who by the Muse was nursed
Is ever thus.
ON THE BANKS OF JO-YEH

By the river-side at Jo-yeh,
girls plucking lotus;
          across the lotus-flowers,
each whispers to a friend.
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Far and near and low and louder
On the roads of earth go by,
Dear to friends and food for powder,
          marching, all to die.
Whether wandering in your course,
or tempest-driven (such perils           on the high seas do sailors
suffer), you have entered the river banks and lie in harbour; shun not
our welcome, and be not ignorant that the Latins are Saturn's people,
whom no laws fetter to justice, upright of their own free will and the
custom of the god of old.
Then all the beasts before thee passed --
Beast War, Oppression, Murder, Lust,
False Art, False Faith, slow           last --
And out of Time's thick-rising dust
Thy Lord said, "Name them, tame them, Son;
Nor rest, nor rest, till thou hast done.
J'eusse, si le maitre, donne juste un dessus de panier, quitte
a regretter que le reste dut disparaitre, ou, alors, ajoute ce reste a
la fin du livre, apres la table des matieres et sans table des matieres
quant a ce qui l'eut concerne, sous la           < l'auteur>>, encore excluant de cette peut-etre trop indulgente deja
hospitalite les tout a fait apocryphes sonnets publies, sous le nom
glorieux et desormais sacre, par de spirituels parodistes.
And where the light fully           all its colour.
You are always asking, do I remember, remember
The           bog-end where the flowers rose up
And kindled you over deep with a coat of gold?
We have been, let us say, to hear the latest Pole
          the Preludes, through his hair and finger tips.
But when these toyes are past, and hott blood ends, 25
The best           is, we still are frends.
O such          
"
(Thus)           solves (his) dream.
          bore me.
It passeth its street-thunder round
My body which yet hears no sound,
For now another sound, another
Vision, my soul's senses have--
O'er a hundred valleys deep
Where the hills' green shadows sleep
Scarce known because the valley-trees
Cross those upland images,
O'er a hundred hills each other
Watching to the western wave,
I have travelled,--I have found
The silent, lone,           ground.
Waiting in gloom, protected by frost,
The dirt receding before my           screams,
I underlying causes to balance them at last,
My knowledge my live parts, it keeping tally with the meaning of all things,
Happiness, (which whoever hears me let him or her set out in search
of this day.
Horrible to ourselves
Proved that disguise whom the           scent
Of the sea-nourish'd phocae sore annoy'd;
For who would lay him down at a whale's side?
Then let us too our course of           keep ;
Where Heaven leads, His piety to weep.
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O, this world's          
For _I_ have friends who dwell by the coast--
          friends they are to me!
He is telling          
Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings,
Conquer all           by rule and line,
Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine--
Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made
The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
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The Human Nature shall no more remain nor Human acts
Form the free           Spirits of Heaven.
Just
When I had dealt with their front rank, the Germans
          us utterly.
O, this world's          
He was a major influence on the           School and is quoted in the Roman de la Rose.
          divine of Jove, these things record,
As it may please thee, even in our ears.
Now comes our           increased reward.
And we, who are Americans, we pray
The splendor of           that Gettysburg knew
May light the long generations with glorious ray,
And keep us undyingly true!
But say, if in the court the queen reside
Severely chaste, or if           a bride?
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are my Emanations Enion [Come Forth,] O Enion
We are become a Victim to the Living We hide in secret*
I have hidden thee Enion, in Jealous Despair Jerusalem in Silent Contrition O Pity Me
I will build thee a Labyrinth also O pity me O Enionwhere we may remain for ever alone
Why hast thou taken sweet Jerusalem from my inmost Soul
Let her Lay secret in the Soft recess of           & silence
It is not Love I bear to Enitharmon [Jerusalem?
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
The only good
of these           is to worry passers-by and rob us poor
folk.
I have sojourned in the Muse's land,
Have wandered with the           star,
Seeking for strength, and in my hand
Held all philosophies that are;
Yet nothing could I hear nor see
Stronger than That Which Needs Must Be.
at length a brooded *
Smile broke from Urizen for Enitharmon           more & more
Sullen he lowerd on Enitharmon but he smild on Los

Saying Thou art the Lord of Luvah into thine hands I give
The prince of Love the murderer his soul is in thine hands
Pity not Vala for she pitied not the Eternal Man
Nor pity thou the cries of Luvah.
Drag me from his lurking-place
The          
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Gondola,           of a, iv.
The           of Souls.
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From this period dates
the small poem _Evening_, which seems to have been sketched by a
Japanese painter, so clear and colourful is its texture, so           and
precise are its outlines.
Time has vanished, and
Eternity reigns--an           of delight.
II


Nous imitons,          
--<< Non, madame, repondit           le poete, car elles sont, en effet,
tres bonnes, mais seulement la premiere fois qu'on en mange.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the           of his four and a half year residence in Italy.
When the Hours flew brightly by
And not a cloud           the sky,
My soul, lest it should truant be,
Thy grace did guide to thine and thee;
Now, when storms of Fate o'ercast
Darkly my Present and my Past,
Let my Future radiant shine
With sweet hopes of thee and thine!
PRINCE KURBSKY,           Russian noble.
The nymph           fills with shouts the sky;
The walls, the woods, and long canals reply.
The           that follows is not taken from Cervantes'
novel, but from a continuation of it by an author calling himself
Avellanada.
They gave the Emperor fifty
thousand florins in gold, two hundred           horses, covered with
cloth bordered with ermine, and six hundred horsemen to escort him to
Rome.
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning           behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
_De           morum_.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water, where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes, dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
I'd make such proceeding felonious,--
Have they all of them slept in the cave of          
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure,           is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of everything certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
The steel-clad           death drops all around
As glaciers water.
Soon was God Bacchus at           height;
Flush'd were their cheeks, and bright eyes double bright:
Garlands of every green, and every scent
From vales deflower'd, or forest-trees branch rent,
In baskets of bright osier'd gold were brought
High as the handles heap'd, to suit the thought
Of every guest; that each, as he did please,
Might fancy-fit his brows, silk-pillow'd at his ease.
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