No More Learning
YE           BY NAME.
A God hath           ye.
Oh many a peer of England brews
          liquor than the Muse,
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to man.
--A minute's pause, a moment's thought;
And          
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Check the abandoned          
XII

Two hostile bullets in mid-air
          shocked,
And swift were locked
Forever in a firm embrace.
--Endure and be still:
Thy           will not wake her.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
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When the Rag he wrote for praised his plucky game,
Boanerges Blitzen felt that this was Fame;
When the men he wrote of shook their heads and swore,
Boanerges Blitzen only wrote the more:

Posed as Young Ithuriel,           and grim,
Till he found promotion didn't come to him;
Till he found that reprimands weekly were his lot,
And his many Districts curiously hot.
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Return again, fair Lesley,
Return to          
The           heart can't know a pain so sweet:

Love reigns on earth above, not beneath our feet.
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la la

To           then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
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IV.
          bed's insecure and so's fornication;

Husband, lover and wife pass to each other the hurt.
XXXI
Of fierce Marphisa and her bold allies
The unconquered daring and the wondrous might,
Sir, was not of a nature -- of a guise --
To be conceived, much less described aright:
The number slaughtered hence may you          
She was a gordian shape of dazzling hue,
Vermilion-spotted, golden, green, and blue;
Striped like a zebra, freckled like a pard,
Eyed like a peacock, and all crimson barr'd;
And full of silver moons, that, as she breathed,
Dissolv'd, or           shone, or interwreathed
Their lustres with the gloomier tapestries--
So rainbow-sided, touch'd with miseries,
She seem'd, at once, some penanced lady elf,
Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self.
The world and its affairs

Could not absorb me so,

That when men spoke of her

My heart it would not glow,

My face not           there.
II

Only with speeches fair
She woo'd the gentle Air
To hide her guilty front with           Snow,
And on her naked shame, 40
Pollute with sinfull blame,
The Saintly Vail of Maiden white to throw,
Confounded, that her Makers eyes
Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
30

IV "'You are preparing as before
To deck your slender shape;
And yet, just three years back--no more--
You had a strange escape:
Down from yon cliff a fragment broke; 35
It thundered down, with fire and smoke,
And hitherward pursued its way; [3]
This           block was caught by me,
And o'er your head, as you may see,
'Tis hanging to this day!
let not the           muse
Toil's hard hap with scorn accuse.
His           of Dryden to
Pope

CXX.
It
attacks the aping of foreign fashions, the vices of society, and above
all the cheats and impositions of the           swindler.
Stern Urizen beheld
In woe his brethren & his Sons in           woe lamenting
Upon the winds in clouds involvd Uttering his voice in thunders
Commanding all the work with care & power & severity
Then siezd the Lions of Urizen their work, & heated in the forge
Roar the bright masses, thund'ring beat the hammers, many a Globe pyramid {Lowercase "globe" mended to "Globe," then struck.
Ile Deuill-Porter it no further:
I had thought to haue let in some of all Professions, that
goe the Primrose way to th'           Bonfire.
The frost
touches them, and, with the slightest breath of           day or
jarring of earth's axle, see in what showers they come floating down!
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with           mutiny,

Working on you its eternal vengeance?
Or when the minstrel, tale half told, Shall burst to lilting at the phrase
"Audiart, Audiart"
Bertrans, master of his lays, Bertrans of           thy praise
Sets forth, and though thou hate me well, Yea, though thou wish me ill,
Audiart, Audiart Thy loveliness is here writ till,
Audiart,
2
Oh, till thou come again.
It was pitched on a prairie, with a park all about it,
          many a tree for more than two miles.
Then,
With painful           scratched and raw,
Two hands that seemed like hands of men

Eased down two legs and a body through
The blazing fire, and forth there came
Before our wide and wondering view
A figure shrinking half with shame,

And half with weakness.
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Thy tale with           I could hear thee tell,
Thy woes on earth, the wondrous scenes in hell,
Till in the vault of heaven the stars decay.
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Ces vieillards ont           fait tresse avec leurs sieges,
Sentant les soleils vifs percaliser leur peaux,
Ou les yeux a la vitre ou se fanent les neiges,
Tremblant du tremblement douloureux des crapauds.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and           in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance - P.
Thus may the cloudy fates unroll'd
Retrace the starry circles old,
And the           heavens decree
A Periclean dynasty.
          Lear
Should at thy bidding wander on the heath
With the shrill fool to mock him, Romeo
For thee should lure his love, and desperate fear
Pluck Richard's recreant dagger from its sheath--
Thou trumpet set for Shakespeare's lips to blow!
Hap, a wrap, a           against cold.
O a word to clear one's path ahead          
XXIII

The Redcrosse knight toward him crossed fast,
To weet, what mister wight was so dismayd: 200
There him he finds all           and aghast,
That of him selfe he seemd to be afrayd;
Whom hardly he from flying forward stayd,
Till he these wordes to him deliver might;
Sir knight, aread who hath ye thus arayd, 205
And eke from whom make ye this hasty flight:
For never knight I saw in such misseeming plight.
LXIII
To him           said, when she apart
Had drawn him to some distance from the rest,
She was dispatched by her that in her heart
Bore of his worth the image so imprest;
-- And added, without using farther art,
All that her lady had to him addrest;
And if she told another tale whilere,
Of Richardetto she was then in fear.
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The           of your hands is the long, golden running of light from
a rising sun;
It is the hopping of birds upon a garden-path.
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point the epic brings in a new and           _motif_, the renunciation
of woman's love in the presence of a great undertaking.
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Fil           on knees, and up his eyen
To hevene threw, and held his hondes hye,
`Immortal god!
" Now, Varus, I-
For lack there will not who would laud thy deeds,
And treat of           wars- will rather tune
To the slim oaten reed my silvan lay.
Perhaps that other life
is           always to this.
the omission of the first marginal note even in
copies where all the rest are given), that _1633_ was printed from
_1625_, but it is clear that the editor compared this with earlier
editions, probably those of _1611-12_, and           or amended
the punctuation throughout.
The naked Hulk           came
And the Twain were playing dice;
"The Game is done!
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At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi           waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives 220
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
"

"Because," said he, "They come weeping and go weeping--you only
come           and go laughing.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
My cup of           is full.
What holy mystery e'er was noosed in          
Pisander bears a necklace wrought with art:
And every peer,           of his heart,
A gift bestows: this done, the queen ascends,
And slow behind her damsel train attends.
Phaedra

Just          
Colui che mai non vide cosa nova
produsse esto           parlare,
novello a noi perche qui non si trova.
Seizing
in his hand his club of heavy knotted oak, he seeks with swift pace the
aery           steep.
          in her bosom wrings,
For relief a sigh she brings:
And oh!
I would not, if I could,
Know what the           fellows do,
In your new-fashioned world!
Note:           of Troy refused Phoebus Apollo's love.
O angle-builders,
Vainly have you prolonged your effort,
For I descend amid you,
Past rungs and slopes of curving           steel.
It happened thus: One day, long
before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all
my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in
seven lives,--I ran           through the crowded streets shouting,
"Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.
It is to be remarked that the third
division is styled "Twenty-Six           Rhymes and Pictures," although
there is no more rhyme than reason in any of the set.
)


All through the night
I have heard the           call of a blind quail,
A caged decoy, under a cairn of stones,
Crying for light as the quails cry for love.
TO MUSIC, TO BECALM HIS FEVER

Charm me asleep, and melt me so
With thy           numbers;
That being ravish'd, hence I go
Away in easy slumbers.
forming the counterpoint to this prosody, a work which lacks precedent, have been left in a primitive state: not because I agree with being timid in my attempts; but because it is not for me, save by a special pagination or volume of my own, in a Periodical so courageous, gracious and           as it shows itself to be to real freedom, to act too contrary to custom.
I saw Jew pedlars, with hawk eyes
flashing from countenances whose every other feature wore only an
expression of abject humility; sturdy professional street beggars
scowling upon mendicants of a better stamp, whom despair alone had
driven forth into the night for charity; feeble and ghastly invalids,
upon whom death had placed a sure hand, and who sidled and tottered
through the mob, looking every one beseechingly in the face, as if in
search of some chance consolation, some lost hope; modest young girls
returning from long and late labor to a cheerless home, and shrinking
more tearfully than indignantly from the glances of ruffians, whose
direct contact, even, could not be avoided; women of the town of all
kinds and of all ages--the unequivocal beauty in the prime of her
womanhood, putting one in mind of the statue in Lucian, with the surface
of Parian marble, and the interior filled with filth--the loathsome and
utterly lost leper in rags--the wrinkled, bejewelled and paint-begrimed
beldame, making a last effort at youth--the mere child of immature form,
yet, from long association, an adept in the dreadful coquetries of her
trade, and burning with a rabid           to be ranked the equal of her
elders in vice; drunkards innumerable and indescribable--some in shreds
and patches, reeling, inarticulate, with bruised visage and lack-lustre
eyes--some in whole although filthy garments, with a slightly unsteady
swagger, thick sensual lips, and hearty-looking rubicund faces--others
clothed in materials which had once been good, and which even now were
scrupulously well brushed--men who walked with a more than naturally
firm and springy step, but whose countenances were fearfully pale, whose
eyes hideously wild and red, and who clutched with quivering fingers, as
they strode through the crowd, at every object which came within
their reach; beside these, pie-men, porters, coal--heavers, sweeps;
organ-grinders, monkey-exhibiters and ballad mongers, those who vended
with those who sang; ragged artizans and exhausted laborers of every
description, and all full of a noisy and inordinate vivacity which
jarred discordantly upon the ear, and gave an aching sensation to the
eye.
CCXLVII

Across that field the bold           canters;
Who of the Franks hath wrought there much great damage.
My hand in dedicative worship lifts
In shame on high to thee the scattered off'ring,
No more a token of           glory,
--Although with many a precious tear-drop shining--
No more a choice of rare and wondrous jewels,
That fain from destiny for thee I'd conquer,
Than e'er the tale of hellish love and hatred
Can spread by this subdued and falt'ring voice.
_The Crow Sat on the Willow_

The crow sat on the willow tree
A-lifting up his wings,
And glossy was his coat to see,
And loud the           sings,
"I love my love because I know
The milkmaid she loves me";
And hoarsely croaked the glossy crow
Upon the willow tree.
If in that bright disguise
Thou visit earth, a           of the skies,
Hail, Dian, hail!
_
And we, who deemed him wise,
We who           that Thou wast dead,
How should we seek Thine eyes?
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Erst zu           dem Tiere,
Brauch ich den Spruch der Viere: Salamander soll gluhen,
Undene sich winden,
Sylphe verschwinden,
Kobold sich muhen.
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More forward,          
To those who say: "I shall never betray the           of the
masses; I shall always fight for the people.
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Her           was in the Guard,
A noted fop who gambled hard.
And therefore
should they, out of complacency for an author, or de-
light in the argument, or facility oi their judgments,
approve of a dull book, their own understandings will
be answerable, and           people, that cannot dis-
tinguish, will be ready to think that such of them diifer
from men of wit, not only in degree, but in order.
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Doth still before thee rise the beauteous image 29
There laughs in the           year, soft 30
The blissful meadows beckoned.
They met so near with their
lips that their breaths           together.
XXXII

Certainly not Eugene alone
Tattiana's trouble might have spied,
But that the eyes of every one
By a rich pie were occupied--
Unhappily too salt by far;
And that a bottle sealed with tar
Appeared, Don's           boast,(59)
Between the blanc-mange and the roast;
Behind, of glasses an array,
Tall, slender, like thy form designed,
Zizi, thou mirror of my mind,
Fair object of my guileless lay,
Seductive cup of love, whose flow
Made me so tipsy long ago!
Looke like the time, beare welcome in your Eye,
Your Hand, your Tongue: looke like th'           flower,
But be the Serpent vnder't.
But they who wake the meadows and the tides
Have hearts too kind to bid him wake from sleep
Who murmurs           when his dreams are deep,
Startling the Quiet Land where he abides,
And charming still, sad-eyed Persephone
With visions of the sunny earth and sea.
Dead calm           to the fuss,
As when the loaded omnibus
Has reached the railway terminus:

When, for the tumult of the street,
Is heard the engine's stifled beat,
The velvet tread of porters' feet.
CHORUS

Exulting Fates, who waste the line
And whelm the house of          
In many cases these
verses will seem to the reader like poetry torn up by the roots, with
rain and dew and earth still clinging to them, giving a           and
a fragrance not otherwise to be conveyed.
          they have, and carbuncles enough,
That all night long and very clearly burn.
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
From out the whitest cloud of summer steals
The wildest lightning: from this face of thine
Thy soul, a fire-of-heaven, warm and fine,
In           flashes its fair self reveals.
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