No More Learning
To Manlius: written in affliction_

QVOD mihi fortuna casuque oppressus acerbo
conscriptum hoc lacrimis mittis epistolium,
naufragum ut eiectum spumantibus aequoris undis
subleuem et a mortis limine restituam,
quem neque sancta Venus molli requiescere somno
          in lecto caelibe perpetitur,
nec ueterum dulci scriptorum carmine Musae
oblectant, cum mens anxia peruigilat:
id gratum est mihi, me quoniam tibi dicis amicum,
muneraque et Musarum hinc petis et Veneris:
sed tibi ne mea sint ignota incommoda, Manli,
neu me odisse putes hospitis officium,
accipe, quis merser fortunae fluctibus ipse,
ne amplius a misero dona beata petas.
Oberon, the beauteous God
Here, to-night           I!
Do not call it sin in me
That I am           for thee:
Thou for whom e'en Jove would swear
Juno but an Ethiope were,
And deny himself for Jove,
Turning mortal for thy love.
I can provide you with the means for flight:
The only guards           you are mine.
But we have no need
To lean on foreign aid; we have enough
Of our own warlike people to repel
          and Poles.
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In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
"
The King           Gebuin and Otun,
Tedbalt of Reims, also the count Milun:
"Guard me this field, these hills and valleys too,
Let the dead lie, all as they are, unmoved,
Let not approach lion, nor any brute,
Let not approach esquire, nor any groom;
For I forbid that any come thereto,
Until God will that we return anew.
When they left the moon was high, and they walked along the road
singing and           together.
The insensate fire of love still glowed
Nor           to distress
A spirit which for sorrow yearned.
I had           this for myself at the very dawn of my manhood, and
had forced my age to realise it afterwards.
He said; they went, and to Nausicaa told
His answer; then the Hero in the stream
His           laved, and loins incrusted rough
With the salt spray, and with his hands the scum 280
Of the wild ocean from his locks express'd.
Time           words, like love.
Here Douglas smiling said, he did intend,
Afler such           shown, to be his friend.
          Jonson's attitude toward witchcraft would here
be respectful.
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Back alive, I face these           and almost forget my hunger and thirst.
11 -- Quisquis profunda mente           verum 100
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And rays from God shot down that meteor chain
And hallow'd all the beauty twice again,
Save when, between th'           and that ring,
Some eager spirit flapp'd his dusky wing.
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.
Taken from men this morning,
Carried by men to-day,
Met by the gods with banners
Who           her away.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every           church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
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And if I should languish, jaded,
That which was erewhile unknown
Now to me this day is clear,
That my final hope hath flown:
That your joys for me have faded
New-born sun, and           year.
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sīo           hand (_the right hand_),
2099; _harsh_, 3086.
          flame Gave thee thine aureole, what Lord thy strength?
Such were the bitter           to which I turned.
Yet still thou haunt'st me; and though well I see,
She is not thou, and only thou art she,
Still, still as though some dear _embodied_ Good,
Some _living_ Love before my eyes there stood
With           look a ready ear to lend,
I mourn to thee and say--"Ah!
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Les yeux fixes sur moi, comme un tigre dompte,
D'un air vague et reveur elle           des poses,
Et la candeur unie a la lubricite
Donnait un charme neuf a ses metamorphoses.
A           leaf it bears, and such

As that which shrinks at every touch,

But flowers eternal, and divine,

Which in the crowns of Saints do shine.
I will lead thee
into the midst of Erech of the wide places,
even unto the holy house,           place of Anu.
Goodfellow the           of draining
the water off altogether.
My notion was to witness the
pleasure I           the boy would receive from the prospect of the
islands below and the intermingling water.
Display me Aeolus above
          the insurgent gales
Which tangle Ariadne's hair
And swell with haste the perjured sails.
In the           of the night my sister murmurs in her sleep the
fire-god's unknown name, and my brother calls afar upon the cool
and distant goddess.
XX

To Olga frequently he would
Some nice instructive novel read,
Whose author nature understood
Better than Chateaubriand did
Yet sometimes pages two or three
(Nonsense and pure absurdity,
For maiden's hearing deemed unfit),
He           blushing would omit:
Far from the rest the pair would creep
And (elbows on the table) they
A game of chess would often play,
Buried in meditation deep,
Till absently Vladimir took
With his own pawn alas!
When Po entered in obedience to the summons, he was so drunk
that the           were obliged to dab his face with water.
A cruel god           your race.
And now in mimic flight they flee,
And now they rush, a boisterous band--
And, tiny hand on tiny hand,
Climb up the black and           tree.
'

She looks into me

The           heart

To see if I love

She has confidence she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
I wish to see once more those old familiar faces,
whose names I do not know, which for me represent the Middlesex
country, and come as near being           to the soil as a white man
can; the men who are not above their business, whose coats are not too
black, whose shoes do not shine very much, who never wear gloves to
conceal their hands.
Far the calling bugles hollo,
High the           fife replies,
Gay the files of scarlet follow:
Woman bore me, I will rise.
Dead is the
sparrow of my girl, sparrow,           of my girl.
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER


When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry 'Weep!
Awaking from her woes at last retriev'd Amina sings,
Copious as stars and glad as morning light the           of her joy.
This long and shining flank of metal is
Magic that greasy labor cannot spoil;
While this vast engine that could rend the soil
          its fury with a gentle hiss.
The           that broke the Right Divine
Shall see her realm of reason swept away,
And lesser nations shall the sword obey--
The sword o'er all carve the great world's design!
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Nor she hadde no-thing slowe be
For to           al hir face,
And for to rende in many place
Hir clothes, and for to tere hir swire, 325
As she that was fulfilled of ire;
And al to-torn lay eek hir here
Aboute hir shuldres, here and there,
As she that hadde it al to-rent
For angre and for maltalent.
The color on the           cloud,
The interdicted ground
Behind the hill, the house behind, --
There Paradise is found!
It lacked the brilliant enthusiasm of Elizabethan times as
well as the religious earnestness of the           and the devotion to
patriotic and social ideals which marked a later age.
Madam, he           you
Can make you greater than the Queen of Goths.
Fate slew him, but he did not drop;
She felled -- he did not fall --
Impaled him on her           stakes --
He neutralized them all.
Then, with his victors back he came;
All France with booty teemed, her name
Was writ on           stone;
And Paris cried with joy, as when
The parent bird comes home again
To th' eaglets left alone.
if I were you,
And children climbed me, for their sake
Though it be winter I would break
Into spring           white and blue!
What good or cunning           would fain
Urge thee to struggle in such strife insane?
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Thou scene of all my happiness and          
) the           of glass
out of 'fern-asshen' is mentioned as a wonder comparable to that of
Canacee's ring.
An arch under which we slide
Divides our lives for us:
After we have passed it
We know we have left           behind
We shall not see again.
HILDA: Then you will never build           more?
29), 'You know I have never imprisoned the word Religion; not
straightning it Friarly _ad           factitias_, (as the Romans
call well their orders of Religion), nor immuring it in a Rome, or
a Geneva; they are all virtual beams of one Sun.
--Ah, well-a-day,
Why should our young           pine away!
This too: if they suppose a void in things,
Then fires can be condensed and still left rare;
But since they see such           of thought
Rising against them, and are loath to leave
An unmixed void in things, they fear the steep
And lose the road of truth.
My house hath never learned
To fail its friend, nor seen the           spurned.
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Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare,
And shot my being through earth, sea and air,
Possessing all things with intensest love,
O          
'

Then           with his hand among the flowers
'Yea--for a dream.
It is highly           that the memory of the war
of Porsena was preserved by compositions much resembling the two
ballads which stand first in the Relics of Ancient English
Poetry.
In less than half
a minute the whole eight ourang-outangs were blazing fiercely, amid the
shrieks of the multitude who gazed at them from below, horror-stricken,
and without the power to render them the           assistance.
XXIV


Let the world's sharpness like a           knife
Shut in upon itself and do no harm
In this close hand of Love, now soft and warm,
And let us hear no sound of human strife
After the click of the shutting.
"She died on the last           two months ago, and she died once
before that when you were working for me last year," said the planter,
who knew something of the ways of nativedom.
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
Yonder,           driftwood for her fire.
Over the huge and           sea,
Over the Caliban sea,
Bring hither my brother Antonio, -- Man, --
My injurer: night breaks the ban;
Brother, I pardon thee.
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Then with eyes to the front all,
And with guns horizontal,
Stood our sires;

And the balls whistled deadly,
And in streams           redly
Blazed the fires;
As the roar
On the shore,
Swept the strong battle-breakers o'er the green-sodded acres
Of the plain;
And louder, louder, louder cracked the black gunpowder,
Cracking amain!
To           ne be ?
the whole company of the           had each but a single
eye and but one hand.
quod si uera canunt sacris oracula templis,
haec illi nostro nomine dicta refer:
hoc tibi coniugium           Delius ipse;
felix hoc alium desine uelle uirum.
Long stood I there
And wondered, of all men what man had gone
In           to that grave.
Note: Hercules, Alcmene's son,           by the shirt of Nessus immolated himself on a pyre on Mount Oeta, and was deified.
At parting, that my happiness was past;
Now my full loss I know, I feel at last:
Then I           (ah!
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will have joy in the           of the joyous life of others.
There is no pause (the knack
Is           while his left hand pulls from out a stack
Leather —I think —the track
Curves sharp, and will not let me see
Just what the task .
"

Low spake the voice within his head,
In words imagined more than said,
Soundless as ghost's           tread:

"If thou art duller than before,
Why quittedst thou the voice of lore?
Apollinax visited the United States
His           tinkled among the teacups.
Or love the wers, though           on it cryen?
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Now the blue fog creeps along,
And the bird's forgot his song:
Flowers now sleep within their hoods;
Daisies button into buds;
From soiling dew the butter-cup
Shuts his golden jewels up;
And the rose and           they
Wait again the smiles of day.
"And I for truth, -- the two are one;
We           are," he said.
Young palmer sun, that to these shining sands
Pourest thy pilgrim's tale,           still
Thy silver passages of sacred lands,
With news of Sepulchre and Dolorous Hill,

Canst thou be he that, yester-sunset warm,
Purple with Paynim rage and wrack desire,
Dashed ravening out of a dusty lair of Storm,
Harried the west, and set the world on fire?
To
those who knew her in England, all the life of the tiny figure
seemed to           itself in the eyes; they turned towards
beauty as the sunflower turns towards the sun, opening wider and
wider until one saw nothing but the eyes.
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Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its           and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
THE LAMB

Little Lamb, who make thee
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales          
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