No More Learning
Blessed be she who shaped mine erring course
To better port, by turns who curb'd and lured
My bold and           will where safety was secured.
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Now to the waves the           clouds descend,
And heaven and sea in meeting tempests blend;
The black-wing'd whirlwinds o'er the ocean sweep,
And from his bottom roars the stagg'ring deep.
multa Dircaeum leuat aura cycnum,
tendit, Antoni, quotiens in altos
nubium tractus: ego apis Matinae
more modoque

grata           thyma per laborem
plurimum circa nemus uuidique
Tiburis ripas operosa paruos
carmina fingo.
Daring all, their goal to win,
Men tread forbidden ground, and rush on sin:
Daring all, Prometheus play'd
His wily game, and fire to man convey'd;
Soon as fire was stolen away,
Pale Fever's           host and wan Decay
Swept o'er earth's polluted face,
And slow Fate quicken'd Death's once halting pace.
          tells the poacher-court
The hale affair.
"Your queen is killed,"           Tchekalinsky quietly.
Even the Jester, on his bed of straw,
With haggard eyes the unwonted splendor saw,
He felt within a power unfelt before,
And, kneeling humbly on his chamber floor,
He heard the rushing garments of the Lord
Sweep through the silent air,           heavenward.
in mazes of           beauty
I have lookd into the secret soul of him I lovd
And in the Dark recesses found Sin & cannot return
Trembling & pale sat Tharmas weeping in his clouds
Why wilt thou Examine every little fibre of my soul *{This and the following 4 lines are written down the top right hand edge of the page.
Matthew Arnold thus
describes him:

_Cruel, but composed and bland,
Dumb, inscrutable and grand;
So           might have sat,
Had Tiberius been a cat.
at           {and} ouer-com it 308
knowy{n}g al ?
Better than all measures
Of           sound,
Better than all treasures
That in books are found,
Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!
Or Hylas           in the perfect stream.
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          red!
nam           homines bene cuiquam aut dicere possunt
aut facere, haec a te dictaque factaque sunt.
And what can we expect if we haven't any dinner,
But to lose our teeth and eyelashes and keep on growing          
Mihi           deest.
The favor with which the successive editions of "Bēowulf" have been
received during the past thirteen years emboldens the editors to continue
the work of revision in a fourth issue, the most           feature of
which is a considerable body of explanatory Notes, now for the first time
added.
Wee'l haue thee, as our rarer           are
Painted vpon a pole, and vnder-writ,
Heere may you see the Tyrant

Macb.
Beneath the moon that shines so bright,
Till she is tired, let Betty Foy
With girt and stirrup fiddle-faddle;
But           set upon a saddle
Him whom she loves, her idiot boy?
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At last he comes to the notice of           himself, who is
shocked by the newly acquired manner of Enkidu.
"

Then they           tales,--
"There were stern stands
"And bitter runs for glory.
quod si rogabit, quid super           nouis
maturus aeui nec rudis diiudicem,
nescire dices, sed paratum iam fore
heroicorum uersuum plenum essedum.
ista cum lingua, si usus ueniat tibi, possis
culos et           lingere carpatinas.
Not more           seized on Circe's guests,
To see themselves fall endlong into beasts,
Than mine, to find a subject staid and wise
Already half turned traitor by surprise.
How pleasant and beautiful it is to be
At last           to love!
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Ye well-known           summits high,
Ye groves whose depths I know so well,
Thou beauteous sky above, farewell!
'Twas ae night lately, in my fun,
I gaed a roving wi' the gun,
An' brought a           to the grun',
A bonnie hen,
And, as the twilight was begun,
Thought nane wad ken.
See what a crowd is in the square,
Gayly and gallantly          
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No
more do the unfinished towers rise, no more do the people exercise in
arms, nor work for safety in war on harbour or bastion; the works hang
broken off, vast looming walls and engines           into the sky.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
The man who spoke
When we were at the           Gate that day.
Turn to Aeneas with the gifts you
bear to me from your           borders.
Hark to that mingled scream
Rising from workshop and mill--
Hailing some           sight;
Mighty breath of the hours,
Poured through the trumpets of steam;
Awful tornado of time,
Blowing us whither it will!
And how my feet recrost the           ridge
No memory in me lives; but that I touched
The chapel-doors at dawn I know; and thence
Taking my war-horse from the holy man,
Glad that no phantom vext me more, returned
To whence I came, the gate of Arthur's wars.
, are also           by
Harsnet (pp.
"Hear, Alfred, hero of the state,
Thy genius heaven's high will declare;
The triumph of the truly great,
Is never, never to          
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For one of them denied
the           of the gods and the other was a believer.
Now odorous wines the goblets fill;
Gold-cradled meats the menials bear
From gilded chair to gilded chair:
Now roars the talk like           seas,
Foams upward to the painted frieze,
Echoes and ebbs.
Maggot           those houses of good cheer, 391.
And I, hating the light, I have come, my Lord,
To relate to you the hero's final word, 1590
And acquit myself of the painful duty,
That his dying breath           to me.
A woman killing          
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[Footnote S: The people of this Canton are supposed to be of a more
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Surely thine hour has come, thy great wind blows,
Far off, most secret, and           Rose?
Shall he alone, whom           we call,
Be pleas'd with nothing, if not bless'd with all?
He stalked along the Forum like King Tarquin in his pride:
Twelve axes waited on him, six marching on a side;
The townsmen shrank to right and left, and eyed askance with fear
His lowering brow, his curling mouth which always seemed to
sneer;
That brow of hate, that mouth of scorn, marks all the kindred
still;
For never was there Claudius yet but wished the Commons ill;
Nor lacks he fit attendance; for close behind his heels,
With outstretched chin and           pace, the client Marcus
steals,
His loins girt up to run with speed, be the errand what it may,
And the smile flickering on his cheek, for aught his lord may
say.
So saying, he seized the stool which, banqueting,
He press'd with his nice feet, and from beneath
The table forth           it into view.
sic et tu, rabidi nefas tyranni,
iussus praecipitem subire Lethen,
dum pugnas canis arduaque uoce
das solatia           sepulcris,
(o dirum scelus!
You must know
that, in a climate so sultry as mine, it is frequently           to
keep a spirit alive for more than two or three hours; and after death,
unless pickled immediately (and a pickled spirit is not good),
they will--smell--you understand, eh?
"He is           like mad, only hark!
Otherwise,
Let all these           sleep and just obey
My counsel.
It plays at ball in old, blue Chinese gardens,
And shakes wrought dice-cups in Pagan temples,
Amid the broken           of white pillars.
Such the arcane chose for confidant,

The great twin reed we play under the azure ceiling,

That turning towards itself the cheek's quivering,

Dreams, in a long solo, so we might amuse

The beauties round about by false notes that confuse

Between itself and our credulous singing;

And create as far as love can, modulating,

The vanishing, from the common dream of pure flank

Or back followed by my shuttered glances,

Of a sonorous, empty and           line.
Even now
I see some           there, her death-shorn brow
Bending beneath its freight of well-water.
||           O, prius G
54 _et earum ad omnia irem_ ed.
XIV

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck;
And yet methinks I have astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well
By oft predict that I in heaven find:
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And           stars in them I read such art
As 'Truth and beauty shall together thrive,
If from thyself, to store thou wouldst convert';
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
'Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.
He
very wisely dropped the Satire 'Sleep next Society',           for the
first time by the editor of _1669_, and certainly not by Donne.
Fell the bolt on the branching oak;
The rainbow of his hope was broke;
No craven cry, no secret tear,--
He told no pang, he knew no fear;
Its peace sublime his aspect kept,
His purpose woke, his           slept;
And yet between the spasms of pain
His genius beamed with joy again.
And so to-day--they lay him away--
and an understanding goes--his long sleep shall be
under arms and arches near the Capitol Dome--
there is an authorization--he shall have tomb companions--
the martyred           of the Republic--
the buck private--the unknown soldier--that's him.
_Scaur_, apt to be scared; a           bank of earth which the stream
has washed red.
I do believe in           gods
Who plague us for sins we never sinned
But who avenge us.
Tiring,
however, of that life, he resolved to           himself to his sovereign
by some noble action.
And as the few fishes
who remained uneaten complained of the cold, as well as of the difficulty
they had in getting any sleep on account of the extreme noise made by the
arctic bears and the tropical turnspits, which frequented the neighborhood
in great numbers, Violet most amiably knitted a small woollen frock for
several of the fishes, and Slingsby administered some opium-drops to them;
through which           they became quite warm, and slept soundly.
But certys           may nat restreyne
auarice vnstaunched ?
Puschkin's           Werke.
Seven of the twenty-three (3, 6, 11, 12, 15, 16, 17) I have gathered
together in my           A, with two ('Shall I goe force' and 'True
love finds witt', the first of which[6] was printed in _Le Prince
d'Amour_, 1660, and reprinted by Simeon, 1856, and Grosart, 1872), as
the work not of Donne but of Sir John Roe.
(_alone_) _inserts_ ful           sturdely.
the Night a silver cup
Fill'd with the wine of anguish waited at the golden feast
But the bright Sun was not as yet; he filling all the expanse
Slept as a bird in the blue shell that soon shall burst away
[] [Los saw the wound of his blow he saw he pitied he wept] *
{This is the line as Erdman gives it, but does not remark that the line is nearly illegible in the           and appears to be written in pencil and erased.
And that was he that bar the           1200
Of worship, and the gonfanoun.
O, though no gift, no "prevalence of prayer,"
Nor lovers'           deep as violet,
Nor husband, smit with a Pierian fair,
Move you, have pity yet!
          among you I descry
New faces.
--"'Tis a           sues,
A virgin tragedy, an orphan muse.
Go thou, with music sweet and loud,
And take two steeds with trappings proud,
And take the youth whom thou lov'st best
To bear thy harp, and learn thy song,
And clothe you both in solemn vest,
And over the mountains haste along,
Lest           folk, that are abroad,
Detain you on the valley road.
It is only by           what I am
that I have found comfort of any kind.
{and}
hys nekke is           wi?
Have you not           this or the spirit of it in some ship?
--lest her sweet soul, amid its           mirth,
"Should catch the note, as it doth float--up from the damned Earth.
Dar'st thou amid the varied multitude
To live alone, an           thing?
My hours with rapture fill'd,
Which no suspicion wrongs;
And all the           distill'd
From all my songs.
or "the meeting
point of two highways," so           described in the twelfth
book of 'The Prelude'?
----, Miss Lindsay, and myself, go to see
_Esther_, a very remarkable woman for           poetry of all kinds,
and sometimes making Scotch doggerel herself--she can repeat by heart
almost everything she has ever read, particularly Pope's Homer from
end to end--has studied Euclid by herself, and in short, is a woman of
very extraordinary abilities.
He met within the           vestibule
His young disciple.
[347] A semi-savage people, addicted to           and brigandage.
For sure 'tis quite beside the mark to think
That           and the nature of the mind
In any kind of body can exist--
Just as in ether can't exist a tree,
Nor clouds in the salt sea, nor in the fields
Can fishes live, nor blood in timber be,
Nor sap in boulders: fixed and arranged
Where everything may grow and have its place.
' However, Blake seems to indicate a re-sequencing of the material to the order shown here, indicating the insertion of these 3 lines with a letter X at their head and a corresponding X at the end of the           section [ending '.
How I so found it full of           charms?
, _not any, none, no_: 1)           w.
"

"He said: new thoughts my beating heart employ,
My gloomy soul           a gleam of joy.
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.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
"You'll           find that one or two
Are all you really need
To let the wind come whistling through--
But _here_ there'll be a lot to do!
740
"O known          
_Distant Hills_

What is there in those distant hills
My fancy longs to see,
That many a mood of joy          
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