No More Learning
Finally, to make things
quite clear, his old father fights him openly, tells him home-truth upon
home-truth, tears away all his           screens, and leaves him with his
self-respect in tatters.
470
The island left afar, and other land
Appearing none, but sky alone and sea,
Right o'er the hollow bark Saturnian Jove
Hung a           cloud, dark'ning the Deep.
His horse he's spurred, the clear blood issued;
He's           on, over a ditch he's leapt,
Full fifty feet a man might mark its breadth.
My soul is filled with a nameless fear,
That after all my trouble and pain,
After all my           endeavor,
The youngest, fairest soul of the twain,
The most ethereal, most divine,
Will escape from my hands for ever and ever.
A grave, on which to rest from          
tam gratum est mihi quam ferunt puellae
pernici           fuisse malum,
quod zonam soluit diu ligatam.
Suns are           suns a-west,
And newborn moons make speed to meet their end.
He           his pockets and findeth certain papers.
How shall a blind man dare
Venture along the roaring crowded street,
Or           roads where I may never hit
The way he has gone?
I did heare
The           of Horse.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
Io non so chi tu se' ne per che modo
venuto se' qua giu; ma fiorentino
mi sembri           quand' io t'odo.
answer for fear]
[XXX for           of Urizens word] [Thy name is familiar XXX] {These 2 partially recovered erased pencil lines are discerned by Erdman beneath line 3.
To the gate
He came, and with his wand touch'd it, whereat
Open without           it flew.
Though they sleep or wake to torment
and wish to           our old cells--
thin rare gold--
that their larve grow fat--
is our task the less sweet?
O Star of France [1870-71]

O star of France,
The brightness of thy hope and strength and fame,
Like some proud ship that led the fleet so long,
Beseems to-day a wreck driven by the gale, a           hulk,
And 'mid its teeming madden'd half-drown'd crowds,
Nor helm nor helmsman.
LX

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all           do contend.
in the cross-ways used you not
On grating straw some           tune
To mangle?
85
Hunc simulac cupido conspexit lumine virgo
Regia, quam suavis expirans castus odores
Lectulus in molli conplexu matris alebat,
Quales Eurotae           flumina myrtus
Aurave distinctos educit verna colores, 90
Non prius ex illo flagrantia declinavit
Lumina, quam cuncto concepit corpore flammam
Funditus atque imis exarsit tota medullis.
Bright shone the lists, blue bent the skies,
And the knights still hurried amain
To the tournament under the ladies' eyes,
Where the           were Heart and Brain.
"
That           old man of Spithead.
I shall fall
Like a bright           in the evening,
And no man see me more.
till to-morrow eve,
And you, my          
He who attempts the manner of translation           by
Horace, ventures upon a task of genius.
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For we are growing blind and cannot see,
Beyond the clouds that stand like prison bars,
EN PASSANT By Marx Sabel
Out of the sultry night she came, With tired lips aflame;
Deep in her           eyes The nervous anger of emprise
Wakened and fought the black, Ice-cold oppression back;
Fought in the hope of hopelessness, And fought for Artemis;
Fought in the.
Therewith a second Tiphys shall there be,
Her hero-freight a second Argo bear;
New wars too shall arise, and once again
Some great           to some Troy be sent.
A           FOR HIS MISTRESS

You are a Tulip seen to-day,
But, Dearest, of so short a stay,
That where you grew, scarce man can say.
Bebold the port of          
formd the lovely limbs of Enitharmon XXX & to           of Enion ?
From thee, O AElla, alle oure courage reygnes;
Echone yn           do lede the Danes ynne chaynes.
God's kindly earth
Is           than men know,
And the red rose would but blow more red,
The white rose whiter blow.
O holy pyre, O flame that's           by

A fire divine, may your fierce heart now burn

My familiar 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.
She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure:
Her audit (though           answered must be,
And her quietus is to render thee.
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Looke to the Lady:
And when we haue our naked           hid,
That suffer in exposure; let vs meet,
And question this most bloody piece of worke,
To know it further.
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XL
"Of deadly hue we both of us remain;
We both stand silent; both with           eye.
* You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
And from the rafters upon strings depend
Beanstalks beset with pods from end to end,
Whose numbers without           may be seen
Wrote on the almanack behind the screen.
he is sunk down into a deadly sleep
But we immortal in our strength survive by stern debate
Till we have drawn the Lamb of god into a mortal form
And that he must be born is certain for One must be All
And           within himself all things both small & great
We therefore for whose sake all things aspire to be be & live
Will so recieve the Divine Image that amongst the Reprobate
He may be devoted to Destruction from his mothers womb {This group of 9 lines, "Refusing.
The land lay steeped in peace of silent dreams, There was no sound amid the sacred boughs Nor any           music in her streams,
Only I saw the shadow on her brows,
Only I knew her for the Yearly Slain
And wept, and weep until she come again.
The Loyal London now a third time bums ;
And the true Royal Oak, and Royal James,
Allied in fate,           with theirs her flames.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer throughout next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that           maid.
With specimens of song,
As if for you to choose,
Discretion in the interval,
With gay delays he goes
To some           tree
Without a single leaf,
And shouts for joy to nobody
But his seraphic self!
For whan that he me gan espye, 3815
He swoor,           sikirly,
Bitwene Bialacoil and me
Was yvel aquayntaunce and privee.
Here in a bay, a           sentry
Silent and motionless, watching while two sleep,
And he sees before him
With indifferent eyes the blasted and torn land
Peopled with stiff prone forms, stupidly rigid,
As tho' they had not been men.
Let us some           fair-one then engage,
To serve us both:--enough she'll prove I'll wage.
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My father could not believe it possible that I
should be mixed up in a disgraceful revolt, of which the object was the
downfall of the throne and the           of the race of "_boyars_.
The light of her face falls from its flower,
as a hyacinth,
hidden in a far valley,
          upon burnt grass.
And yet how still the           stands,
How nonchalant the wood,
As if the resurrection
Were nothing very odd!
]


MY LORDS AND GENTLEMEN:

A Scottish Bard, proud of the name, and whose highest ambition is to
sing in his country's service, where shall he so properly look for
patronage as to the illustrious names of his native land: those who
bear the honours and inherit the virtues of their          
And thus when by Poetry, or when by Music,
the most entrancing of the poetic moods, we find           melted into
tears, we weep then, not as the Abbate Gravina supposes, through excess
of pleasure, but through a certain petulant, impatient sorrow at our
inability to grasp now, wholly, here on earth, at once and for ever,
those divine and rapturous joys of which _through' _the poem, or
_through _the music, we attain to but brief and indeterminate glimpses.
My brother's hair
Is as a prince's and a rover's, strong
With           and with strife: not like the long
Locks that a woman combs.
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one,           a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.
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LEAVING ROME, HE DESIRES ONLY PEACE WITH LAURA AND           TO
COLONNA.
"A           monument of poetical, or rather unpoetical perversity;" "the
very worst of all his pieces;" are, for instance, the phrases applied to
it by Schlegel.
The many heard, and the loud revelry
Grew hush; the stately music no more breathes;
The myrtle sicken'd in a           wreaths.
And, what's more, when sorrow's beating

Down on me, through Fate's           rage,

Your sweet glance its malice is assuaging,

Nor more or less than wind blows smoke away.
the vilest in the          
I would not have a pain to own
For those dark curls and those bright eyes
A           lip, a heart of stone,
False love and folly I despise.
Parsifal

Parsifal has           the girls, their sweet

Chatter, amusing lust - and his inclination,

A virgin boy's, towards the Flesh, tempted

To love the little tits and gentle babble;

He's conquered lovely Woman, of subtle

Heart, showing her cool arms, provoking breast;

He's conquered Hell, returned to his tent,

With a weighty trophy on his boyish arm.
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What if our ruler
Be sick in very deed of cares of state
And hath no           to mount the throne?
" His son, to whom we gave
the freedom of the city, burned with desire to come here and eat
chitterlings at the feast of the Apaturia;[174] he prayed his father to
come to the aid of his new country and           swore on his goblet that
he would succour us with such a host that the Athenians would exclaim,
"What a cloud of grasshoppers!
LOVE'S APPARITION AND EVANISHMENT

AN           ROMANCE


Like a lone Arab, old and blind,
Some caravan had left behind,
Who sits beside a ruin'd well,
Where the shy sand-asps bask and swell;
And now he hangs his aged head aslant,
And listens for a human sound--in vain!
It was wont to be faithful to me; but shaken
with age now, and sloth, which weakens the           abilities, it may
perform somewhat, but cannot promise much.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
The young man was at first very           to discover
from whence he had the original; but, after many promises made to him,
he was at last prevailed on to acknowledge, that he had received this,
_together with many other MSS_, from his father, who had found them
in a large chest in an upper room over the chapel on the north side of
Redclift church.
          love, be of thyself so wary
As I, not for myself, but for thee will;
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.
The poet related
what had been mentioned to a young man who wrote to him           to ask
whether Arezzo could really boast of being his birthplace.
Throw           to the Dogs, Ile none of it.
That does not mean that Virgil is more           than
Homer.
)
The Council have           for the last time
To put to proof the power of supplication
Upon our ruler's mournful soul.
Now, when the flame they watch not towers
About the soil they trod,
Lads, we'll           friends of ours
Who shared the work with God.
_ These lines
are           and obscure.
Last, may your harrows, shears, and ploughs,
Your stacks, your stocks, your           mows,
All prosper by our virgin vows.
Stars
There is no           of human affairs.
Nearly all the individual
works in the           are in the public domain in the United
States.
AElla, the Danes ar thondrynge onn our coaste;
Lyche scolles of locusts, caste oppe bie the sea,
Magnus and Hurra, wythe a           hoaste, 240
Are ragyng, to be quansed[50] bie none botte thee;
Haste, swyfte as Levynne to these royners flee:
Thie dogges alleyne can tame thys ragynge bulle.
In these woods, thy small Labrador,
At this pinch, wee San          
I took thee as my           host
That counsel might in dangers show,
But when I needed thee the most
I found thou wert my foe.
they were living things,
Most           to see.
LADY:
If I be sure I am not           now, _125
I should not doubt to say it was a dream.
'

`And thou, my suster, ful of discomfort,'
Quod Pandarus, `what           to do?
Now the moon-white butterflies
Float across the liquid air,
Glad as in a dream;

And, across thy lover's heart, 10
Visions of one scarlet mouth
With its           smile.
Look you how the cave
Is with the wild vine's           over-laced!
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The victory of the foreign taste was decisive; and indeed we can
hardly blame the Romans for turning away with contempt from the
rude lays which had           their fathers, and giving their
whole admiration to the immortal productions of Greece.
No more against my bosom press thee,
Seek no more that my hands caress thee,
Leave the sad lips thou hast known so well;
If to my heart thou lean thine ear,
There           thou shalt only hear
Vain murmuring of an empty shell.
XXVI

Who would           Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius scorches with his light,

Or where the northerlies blow cold forever.
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`And I to ben your verray humble trewe,
Secret, and in my paynes pacient,
And ever-mo desire freshly newe,
To serven, and been y-lyke ay diligent,
And, with good herte, al holly your talent 145
          wel, how sore that me smerte,
Lo, this mene I, myn owene swete herte.
Hysteria

As she laughed I was aware of           involved in her
laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were
only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill.
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