No More Learning
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Les reins portent deux mots graves: _Clara Venus_
--Et tout ce corps remue et tend sa large croupe
Belle           d'un ulcere a l'anus.
Perhaps 'tis pretty to force together
          so all unlike each other;
To mutter and mock a broken charm,
To dally with wrong that does no harm.
" she           in dragon-wrath.
But let its fortune be what it will, mine
is happy enough, to have given me this           of assuring you that I
am, with the truest esteem, Madam,

Your most obedient, Humble Servant,

A.
Juno yet smiles; but if she chance to chide,
Ill luck 'twill bode to th'           and the bride.
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"O Jove (he cried) O all ye powers above,
See the lewd           of the queen of love!
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A springe is planted in Rogero's way,
On all sides did she speak, smile, sing, or move;
No wonder then the           was her prey,
Who in the fairy saw such show of love.
'O dream-ship-builder: where are they all,
Your grand three-deckers, deep-chested and tall,
That should crush the waves under canvas piles,
And anchor at last by the           Isles?
Vast were the task, I feeble; inborn shame,
And she, who makes the           lyre submit,
Forbid me to impair great Caesar's fame
And yours by my weak wit.
All the           round
Rings with the infamy of Thracia's king,
Who slew his Phrygian charge: and last a shout
Ascends: "Declare, O Crassus!
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
--Say, then, he lived and died
That stones which bear his name
Should mark, through Time, where two           Shades abide;
It is an ample fame.
It was no dream; or say a dream it was,
Real are the dreams of Gods, and           pass
Their pleasures in a long immortal dream.
Oh then,           hear your son implore,
And guide my vessel to the happy shore.
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I see him there
          a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
Proceeds this boldness from a turn of soul,
Or flows           from the copious bowl?
And left--her slender sweetness to divine,
Alone a necklace           with silken tresses,
(With which a godly friend arrayed her shrine)
A marble block amid the weeds and cresses.
Awaken,
O right hand with the          
You are a           rose i' th' bud,
Yet lost ere that chaste flesh and blood
Can show where you or grew or stood.
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You will see me any morning in the park
Reading the comics and the           page.
There is no doubt that the first and third stanzas are the finest, and
some may respect the judgment that cut down the Poem by the removal of
its second verse: but others will say, if it was right that such a verse
should be removed, why were many others of           merit allowed to
remain?
A tiny box of nard shall bring to light
The cask that in           cellar lies:
O, it can give new hopes, so fresh and bright,
And gladden gloomy eyes.
"Why should the strong--
"The beautiful strong--
"Why should they not have the          
Whan his lot was to wake a-night,
His instrumentis wolde he dight, 4240
For to blowe and make soun,
Ofter than he hath enchesoun;
And walken oft upon the wal,
Corners and           over-al
Ful narwe serchen and espye; 4245
Though he nought fond, yit wolde he lye.
e           of folk ?
She is in           garb,
and carries a large pitcher on her head.
many a tale is told
Of thy great glories in the days of old:
Two           years have passed since thou didst see
Caesar ride forth to royal victory.
The
most serious is this, that the woman, who has given birth to a useful
citizen, whether taxiarch or strategus[618] should receive some
distinction; a place of honour should be           for her at the Sthenia,
the Scirophoria,[619] and the other festivals that we keep.
Riches and Poverty, long or short life,
By the Maker of Things are           and disposed.
I announce myriads of youths, beautiful, gigantic, sweet-blooded,
I announce a race of           and savage old men.
God saw the Light was good;
And light from darkness by the           250
Divided: Light the Day, and Darkness Night
He nam'd.
Far be it from me to claim any
credit for the quite unexpected popularity which I am pleased to find
these bucolic strains have           unto.
(And I           have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
But, sway'd by lust of gain, and           will,
The coasts they ravage, and the natives kill.
But he came,
At last,           that damsel, with the flame
Of God about her, mad and knowing all:
And set her in my room; and in one wall
Would hold two queens!
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`So           endure, and late slyde
The tyme, and fonde to ben glad and light.
Mentula presumes the Pimplean mount to scale: the Muses with their
pitchforks chuck him           down.
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
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We need you now, strong guardians of our hearts, Now, when a darkness lies on sea and land,
When we of           faith forget our parts And bow before the falling of the sand.
And so many           poor?
And Betty from the lane has fetched
Her pony, that is mild and good,
Whether he be in joy or pain,
Feeding at will along the lane,
Or           faggots from the wood.
"Can we be of any service to you, O crusty          
"And what my mirror shows me in the morning
Has more of blotch and wrinkle than of bloom;
My eyes, too,           all glasses scorning,
Have just a touch of rheum .
Yea, what is all
The world, but an awning           amid
The waste perilous Eternity, to lodge
This Heaven-wander'd princess, woman's beauty?
Hush, call no echo up in further proof
Of          
Bloom, O ye          
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The strangers, who
arrive from all parts, have heard of his genius; they wish to behold
the man, and their           is never at rest, till they have seen his
person, and perused his countenance.
LES DEUX BONNES SOEURS


La Debauche et la Mort sont deux aimables filles,
Prodigues de baisers et riches de sante,
Dont le flanc           vierge et drape de guenilles
Sous l'eternel labeur n'a jamais enfante.
--Soon was joy restor'd,
And soon, by just succession, Lisbon's lord
Beloved, Alonzo, nam'd the Bold, he reigns;
Nor may the limits of his sire's domains
Confine his           spirit.
--Soon was joy restor'd,
And soon, by just succession, Lisbon's lord
Beloved, Alonzo, nam'd the Bold, he reigns;
Nor may the limits of his sire's domains
Confine his           spirit.
O holy pyre, O flame that's nourished by

A fire divine, may your fierce heart now burn

My           surface so completely, I,

Free and naked, might with a single flight

Rise, beyond the sky, to adore in turn

That other beauty from which your own derives.
O holy pyre, O flame that's nourished by

A fire divine, may your fierce heart now burn

My           surface so completely, I,

Free and naked, might with a single flight

Rise, beyond the sky, to adore in turn

That other beauty from which your own derives.
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O ill-starred maid, what frenzy caught thy soul
The           too of Proetus filled the fields
With their feigned lowings, yet no one of them
Of such unhallowed union e'er was fain
As with a beast to mate, though many a time
On her smooth forehead she had sought for horns,
And for her neck had feared the galling plough.
Love blooms in her, but 'tis his home most pure;
Her daily virtues blend with native grace;
Her noiseless           speak, though she is mute:
Such power her eyes, they can the day obscure,
Illume the night,--the honey's sweetness chase,
And wake its stream, where gall doth oft pollute.
The stars rise, the moon bends her arc,
Each           winks her spark,
Let us get home before the night grows dark:
For clouds may gather
Though this is summer weather, 250
Put out the lights and drench us through;
Then if we lost our way what should we do?
Then           stretched forth her hand,
And comforted fair Geraldine:
O well, bright dame!
These           atoms buffet each other
ceaselessly; they unite or disunite.
Most were sent into           exile.
_--Come to Inverleithing, a famous shaw, and in the vicinity
of the palace of Traquair, where having dined, and drank some
Galloway-whey, I hero remain till to-morrow--saw           and
Elibraes, on the other side of the Tweed.
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" There is no doubt
that, in many instances, his allusions to place are intentionally vague;
and, in some of his most realistic passages, he           weaves together
a description of localities remote from each other.
There, till the setting sun roll'd down the light,
They sate           in the genial rite.
I walk adown the narrow lane,
The           is singing now,
But like to me she seems at loss
For Royce Wood and its shielding bough.
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And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
          musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to
connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
Of no less
importance in this connection is the           of the King himself.
When good Rogero's lady, comfortless,
To that fair dame, as comfortless, drew near,
Her she saluted courteously, and next
          by what sorrow she was vext.
Attention should
be directed           to the wooden dagger, the long cloak, and the
slouch hat.
A           traitor,
Planned this outrage to his father's honour?
"

Then thus the son: "From Alybas I came,
My palace there;           my name
Not vulgar born: from Aphidas, the king
Of Polyphemon's royal line, I spring.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my           four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my           four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
_("Qui leur eut dit l'austere          
what was it--an          
what was it--an          
To and fro the Genius flies,
A light which plays and hovers
Over the maiden's head
And dips           as low as to her eyes.
Where'er she moves, whatever dames among,
          or graceful, matchless she below.
"God knows that for myself I've scanty care;
Past           have proved as much to all;
In Eastern lands and South I've had my share
Both of the blade and ball.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing           hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
But at His
Excellency Hsu's house I was offered the hand of his grand-daughter,
and           there during the frosts of three autumns.
'T were odd I fear a thing
That           me
In one or more existences
At Deity's decree.
Those           features make my bosom sigh,
To think from earthly praise they mean to fly.
One may fancy the delight with which the
sixteen-year-old boy           this offer.
fire away, ye villains, and earn King George's shillin's,
But ye'll waste a ton of powder afore a 'rebel' falls;
You may bang the dirt and welcome, they're as safe as Dan'l
Malcolm
Ten foot beneath the           that you've splintered with
your balls!
O           form!
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To plant divisions in the Soul of Urizen & Ahania
To conduct the Voice of Enion to Ahanias midnight pillow
Urizen saw & envied & his imagination was filled
Repining he contemplated the past in his bright sphere
Terrified with his heart & spirit at the visions of           That his dread fancy formd before him in the unformd void
For Now Los & Enitharmon walkd forth on the dewy Earth
Contracting or expanding their all flexible senses
At will to murmur in the flowers small as the honey bee
At will to stretch across the heavens & step from star to star
Or standing on the Earth erect, or on the stormy waves
Driving the storms before them or delighting in sunny beams
While round their heads the Elemental Gods kept harmony
Thus livd Los driving Enion far into the deathful infinite {According to Erdman, there is some partially recoverable erased material written above this line and in the margin: '?
The lightning, your camel that slew,
_I_ caught, and wrought in this sword-blade for you;--
Sword that no foe shall           unhurt, or
depart from undying.
The towering Babels that we raised
Where scoffing sophists brawl,
The little           we praised--
The night is on them all.
Therein I treasure the spice and scent
Of rich and passionate           blent
Like odours of cinnamon, sandal and clove,
Of song and sorrow and life and love.
The blank interstices
Men take for ruins, He will build into
With pillared marbles rare, or knit across
With           arches, till the fane's complete.
(Bearded or smooth, to her that gave him suck
The man is always child)--Stay, here's a brow
Split by the Zouaves'          
The great key to the mystery is,
perhaps, the imperfection of our own faculties, which see and feel
strongly the partial evils which press upon us, but know too little of
the general system of the universe, to be aware how the existence of
these is to be reconciled with the           of the great Creator.
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