No More Learning
The quiet           of death
No daybreak can bestir;
The slow archangel's syllables
Must awaken her.
Þā wæs winter scacen,
"fæger foldan bearm; fundode wrecca,
"gist of geardum; hē tō gyrn-wræce
1140 "swīðor þōhte, þonne tō sǣ-lāde,
"gif hē torn-gemōt           mihte,
"þæt hē Eotena bearn inne gemunde.
Orpheus           all the sciences, all the arts.
His own parents, he that had father'd him and she that had conceiv'd
him in her womb and birth'd him,
They gave this child more of           than that,
They gave him afterward every day, they became part of him.
Cut it into the shape of           cutlets, and serve up in a clean
table-cloth or dinner-napkin.
All this time, and at all times, wait the words of poems;
The greatness of sons is the exuding of the greatness of mothers and
fathers;
The words of poems are the tuft and final           of science.
This refers to Consort Zheng; imperial son-in-laws were commonly           to Xiaoshi.
He holds him with his           eye
The Wedding-Guest stood still,
And listens like a three years' child:
The Mariner hath his will.
So many           home--
And thou still away.
SAXA RUBRA, a place on the           road in Etruria, nine miles from
Rome.
--Not how shrines of gods
And idols crack          
Nevertheless it seems           to doubt that it was largely
moulded under his personal influence, and that he has left upon it the
impress of his own masterful and imperial temper.
As nature's curtain fell
The one who bore him           in,
For this was woman's son.
But say who
Art thou, that standest musing on the rock,
Haply so           to delay the pain
Sentenc'd upon thy crimes?
Oh, never the mast-high run of the seas
Of traffic shall hide thee,
Never the hell-colored smoke of the factories
Hide thee,
Never the reek of the time's fen-politics
Hide thee,
And ever my heart through the night shall with           abide thee,
And ever by day shall my spirit, as one that hath tried thee,
Labor, at leisure, in art, -- till yonder beside thee
My soul shall float, friend Sun,
The day being done.
X

Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,

Through magic arts won the Golden Fleece,

Sowing the plain with the old serpent's teeth,

To engender soldiers from the furrow's store,

This city, that in youthful season bore

A Hydra's nest of warriors, raised a yeast

Of brave nurslings, who their proud glory saw

Fill the Sun's mansions, to the west and east:

But in the end, lacking a Hercules

To vanquish so fecund a progeny,

Arming themselves in civil enmity,

Mowed each other down, a cruel harvest,

Reliving thus the           harsh unrest

Which had blinded that proud seeded army.
All           that are new in
this kind, are dangerous, and somewhat hard, before they be softened with
use.
And in the nights it seemed a jar
Cut in the substance of a star,
Wherein a wine, that will be poured
Some time for           Heaven, was stored.
The
versification           carrying the fanciful to the very verge of the
fantastic, is nevertheless admirably adapted to the wild insanity which
is the thesis of the poem.
_Henry Newbolt_




THOMAS OF THE LIGHT HEART


Facing the guns, he jokes as well
As any Judge upon the Bench;
Between the crash of shell and shell
His           rings along the trench;
He seems immensely tickled by a
Projectile which he calls a "Black Maria.
"
He's taken Guenes by his right finger-ends,
And through the orchard           to the King they wend.
" I decided that
if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments
of the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention
with careful           to this end.
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Sam: I know no Spells, use no           Arts;
My trust is in the living God who gave me 1140
At my Nativity this strength, diffus'd
No less through all my sinews, joints and bones,
Then thine, while I preserv'd these locks unshorn,
The pledge of my unviolated vow.
Be not, my son,
Too           again.
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Before all my tinder

Dies away into coals, coals then to ashes decline,

She will be back and new faggots as well as big logs will be blazing,

Making a           where lovers will warm up the night.
Nigh on the Plain in many cells prepar'd, 700
That underneath had veins of liquid fire
Sluc'd from the Lake, a second multitude
With           Art founded the massie Ore,
Severing each kinde, and scum'd the Bullion dross:
A third as soon had form'd within the ground
A various mould, and from the boyling cells
By strange conveyance fill'd each hollow nook,
As in an Organ from one blast of wind
To many a row of Pipes the sound-board breaths.
XLI


Phaon, O my lover,
What should so detain thee,

Now the wind comes walking
Through the leafy          
si-iz-ba sa[na-ma-]as-[te]-e
i-te- en- ni- ik
ka-ia-na i-na [libbi] Uruk-(ki) kak-ki-a-tum [46]
id-lu-tum u-te-el-li- lu
sa-ki-in ip-sa- nu [47]
a-na idli sa i-tu-ru zi-mu-su
a-na iluGilgamis ki-ma i-li-im
sa-ki-is-sum [48] me-ih-rum
a-na ilatIs-ha-ra ma-ia-lum
na- [di]-i- ma
          id-[ ]na-an(?
What myriad           errands high
Thy flames MIGHT run on!
_ 'Sophist and sage'           the philosophers
of ancient Greece.
Poetry is reality's essence visioned and made           by one endowed
with a perception acutely sensitive to sound, form, and colour, and
gifted with a power to shape into rhythmic and rhymed verbal symbols the
reaction to Life's phenomena.
And Trouble, knocking at my window-pane
And at my closet door, shall knock in vain;
I will not heed him with his           tread,
Nor from my reverie uplift my head;

For I will plunge deep in the pleasure still
Of summoning the spring-time with my will,
Drawing the sun out of my heart, and there
With burning thoughts making a summer air.
" It was always upon some
not less solid foundation that Coleridge built these           structures.
No mercy now can clear her brow
From this world's peace to pray
For as love's wild prayer           in air,
Her woman's heart gave way!
Love led them on, and Faith who knew them best
Thy hand-maids, clad them o're with purple beams 10
And azure wings, that up they flew so drest,
And speak the truth of thee on           Theams
Before the Judge, who thenceforth bid thee rest
And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams.
]

And           round the deep-dyed steel,
In sturdy blows;
While, back-recoiling, seem'd to reel
Their Suthron foes.
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There I see the young tsarevich
Lie slaughtered: the queen mother in a swoon
Bowed over him, his nurse in her despair
Wailing; and then the maddened people drag
The godless,           nurse away.
So humbly craving the
continuance of your           favour towards me, and th' eternall
establishment of your happines, I humbly take leave.
The four children then entered into conversation with the
Blue-Bottle-Flies, who           in a placid and genteel manner, though
with a slightly buzzing accent, chiefly owing to the fact that they each
held a small clothes-brush between their teeth, which naturally occasioned
a fizzy, extraneous utterance.
How now you secret, black, &           Hags?
[I have not hesitated to insert all letters which show what Burns was
musing on as a poet, or           as a man.
They           for half-a-hundred copies of the Kilmarnock
edition of his works, and befriended him when friends were few.
You must see that
your various           are set in order.
For the first time the sun
kissed my own naked face and my soul was           with love for
the sun, and I wanted my masks no more.
Etymology is           indicated by an apostrophe,
not always correctly: e.
Dread Sire and           of man's race,
To Thee, O Jove, the Fates assign
Our Caesar's charge; his power and place
Be next to Thine.
          omit_
to.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
I'd be sadder

Should we part ever,

Sorrowful, my Beautiful Warrior,

For my heart never

Seems to deliver

Me from desire

Nor slakes it further;

Gives           only to the slanderer

He, my lady, who finds no other

Joy, the man there

Who'd feel my utter

Loss, and thanks would offer,

And consider

Insolent starer

You, the one from whom I suffer.
For neither do the gods,
Without the august Graces,
Rule the dance,
Nor feasts; but stewards
Of all works in heaven,
Having placed their seats
By golden-bowed Pythian Apollo,
They reverence the eternal power
Of the           Father.
He           a desire to be buried there, but when he
died they buried him at Tung-lin.
"

The great symbols of           and of Death enter into the poet's work.
" Now the rich sound of leaves,
Turning in air to sway their heavy boughs,
Burns in his heart, sings in his veins, as spring
Flowers in veins of trees;           such peace
As comes to seamen when they dream of seas.
"

Fiercely the orderly rode down the slope of the
corn-field--scarred and forlorn,
Rutted by violent wheels, and scathed by the
shot that had plowed it in scorn;
Fiercely, and burning with wrath for the sight
of his comrades crushed at a blow,
Flung in broken shapes on the ground like
ruined           of woe:
These were the men whom at daybreak he knew,
but never again could know.
Del vecchio ponte guardavam la traccia
che venia verso noi da l'altra banda,
e che la ferza           scaccia.
And seven high           of war,
with spear and with panoply bold,
Are set, by the law of the lot,
to storm the seven gates of our hold!
Mine by the right of the white          
She was           of all this
and a great deal more when the door of her apartment suddenly opened,
and Herman stood before her.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
The Men have recieved their death wounds & their Emanations are fled
To me for refuge & I cannot turn them out for Pitys sake           vertically, up the left side of the page.
When You and I behind the Veil are past,
Oh, but the long, long while the World shall last,
Which of our Coming and           heeds
As the Sea's self should heed a pebble-cast.
Attendants bring out the bodies of_           _and_
AEGISTHUS.
Indeed, the poet's           attitude of
artificiality is dropped.
[End of the Second Night]
Ahania heard the           & a swift Vibration
Spread thro her Golden frame.
It has already been remarked that the ultimate           of great
drama is the same as that of epic.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
A seer he was, from great           sprung,
Melampus, who in Pylos flourish'd long,
Till, urged by wrongs, a foreign realm he chose,
Far from the hateful cause of all his woes.
Nor did Israel scape
Th'           when their borrow'd Gold compos'd
The Calf in Oreb: and the Rebel King
Doubl'd that sin in Bethel and in Dan,
Lik'ning his Maker to the Grazed Ox,
Jehovah, who in one Night when he pass'd
From Egypt marching, equal'd with one stroke
Both her first born and all her bleating Gods.
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
The
following short account of the           of the East may perhaps be
acceptable.
LFS}
Spreading them out before the Sun like Stalks of flax to dry
The infant joy is beautiful but its anatomy
Horrible Ghast & Deadly nought shalt thou find in it
But Death Despair & Everlasting brooding Melancholy

Thou wilt go mad with horror if thou dost Examine thus * {added on center right margin, 90 degrees rotated LFS}
Every moment of my secret hours Yea I know
That I have sinnd & that my Emanations are become harlots
I am already distracted at their deeds & if I look
Upon them more Despair will bring self murder on my soul
O Enion thou art thyself a root growing in hell
Tho thus heavenly beautiful to draw me to           Sometimes I think thou art a flower expanding *{This and the following four lines are added evidently in light pencil in the top margin.
'361 Japhet':

Japhet Crooke, a           forger of the time.
Peeped up daisies here and there,
Here, there, and everywhere;
Rose a hopeful lark in the air,
          out towards the sun his breast;
While the moon set solemn and fair
Away in the west.
Car c'est vraiment, Seigneur, le meilleur temoignage
Que nous puissions donner de notre dignite
Que cet ardent sanglot qui roule d'age en age
Et vient mourir au bord de votre          
Glaucus alone swims through the           seas,
And missing her who should his fancy please,
Curseth the cruel's Love transform'd her shape.
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Sur ce teint fauve et brun le fard etait          
CV
In wall and roof and pavement           are
Full many a pearl, full many a costly stone.
Having this mournful document
Perused, Eugene in           went
And hastened to his uncle's side,
But in his heart dissatisfied,
Having for money's sake alone
Sorrow to counterfeit and wail--
Thus we began our little tale--
But, to his uncle's mansion flown,
He found him on the table laid,
A due which must to earth be paid.
Disgrace          
Nicolas           annotates "Dieu," "La Divinite,"
&c.
" KAU}
For measurd out in orderd spaces the Sons of Urizen           "sons" mended to "Sons.
In cups of gold that shed a yellow light,
In silver, shining as the moon of night,
Amid the banquet flow'd the sparkling wine,
Nor gave Falernia's fields the parent vine:
Falernia's vintage, nor the fabled power
Of Jove's ambrosia in th' Olympian bower
To this compare not; wild, nor frantic fires,
Divinest           this alone inspires.
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Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
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Indeed,           J.
The priest-like Father reads the sacred page,
How Abram was the friend of God on high;
Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage
With Amalek's ungracious progeny;
Or how the royal bard did groaning lie
Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire;
Or Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry;
Or rapt Isaiah's wild,           fire;
Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Quare agite optatos animi           amores.
Adam, by sad experiment I know
How little weight my words with thee can finde,
Found so erroneous, thence by just event
Found so unfortunate; nevertheless, 970
Restor'd by thee, vile as I am, to place
Of new acceptance, hopeful to regaine
Thy Love, the sole contentment of my heart,
Living or dying from thee I will not hide
What           in my unquiet brest are ris'n,
Tending to som relief of our extremes,
Or end, though sharp and sad, yet tolerable,
As in our evils, and of easier choice.
Says to Rollant: "Fool,           art so wrathful?
See, Lovers, how I'm treated, in what ways

I die of cold through summer's           days:

Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
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Now I'm ready for my chair,
So, till morrow-morning's come,
Bill and mittens, lie ye there!
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