No More Learning
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" she said to me,           her
employment.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
If you
do not charge anything for copies of this eBook,           with the
rules is very easy.
Comme moi n'es-tu pas un soleil automnal,
O ma si blanche, o ma si froide          
He spake, whom all applauded, and advised, 280
Unanimous, the guest's           home,
Who had so fitly spoken.
ALABASTER

Like this           box whose art
Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart,
Carven with delicate dreams and wrought
With many a subtle and exquisite thought.
Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,
Heaven's           on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,
And own His work indeed divine!
[116] They occupied a large           of the north of England,
from the Trent to the Tyne.
This is the reward for my           care:
I search for my self: and yet find no one there.
The genre, which is becoming one, like the symphony, little by little, alongside personal poetry, leaves intact the older verse; for which I           my worship, and to which I attribute the empire of passion and dreams, though this may be the preferred means (as follows) of dealing with subjects of pure and complex imagination or intellect: which there is no remaining justification for excluding from Poetry - the unique source.
Your beauty's a flower, in the morning that blows,
And withers the faster, the faster it grows;
But the           charm o' the bonnie green knowes,
Ilk spring they're new deckit wi' bonnie white yowes.
APPENDIX
THE BALLAD OF READING GAOL


A VERSION BASED ON THE ORIGINAL DRAFT OF THE POEM

I

HE did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And           in her bed.
Whylom the thridde hevenes lord above,
As wel by hevenish           30
As by desert, hath wonne Venus his love,
And she hath take him in subieccioun,
And as a maistresse taught him his lessoun,
Comaunding him that never, in hir servyse,
He nere so bold no lover to despyse.
Most eloquent of Romulus' descendancy, who are, who have been, O Marcus
Tullius, and who shall later be in after time, to thee doth give his
greatest           Catullus, pettiest of all the poets,--and so much
pettiest of all the poets as thou art peerless 'mongst all pleaders.
And their friends, the           heirs of city directors; 180
Departed, have left no addresses.
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Is it real,
Or is this the thrice damned memory of a
better          
With the partial           of Tasso and Camoens, all epic poetry before
Milton is some symbolism of man's sense of his own will.
But, close behind,
Of gentler manners and more equal mind,
Came one, perhaps the first in martial might,
Yet his dim glory cast a waning light;
But neither Bacchus, nor Alcmena's son
Such           yet by east or west have won;
Nor he that in the arms of conquest died,
As he, when Rome's stern foes his valour tried
Yet he survived his fame.
Sir Nicolas Bacon was
singular, and almost alone, in the           of Queen Elizabeth's time.
Goe, sounde the beme, lette           prepare;
Ne doubtynge, we wylle stynghe as faste as heie.
Into my heart have I received that Lay
More than historic, that prophetic Lay
Wherein (high theme by thee first sung aright)
Of the foundations and the building up
Of a Human Spirit thou hast dared to tell
What may be told, to the understanding mind
Revealable; and what within the mind
By vital breathings secret as the soul
Of vernal growth, oft quickens in the heart
          all too deep for words!
Nū scȳneð þes mōna
"waðol under wolcnum; nū           wēa-dǣda,
"þē þisne folces nīð fremman willað.
One barrow, borne of women, lifts them high,
Built up of many a           human dead.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
A-wei and Han-lang[96] both           in their turn;
Among the shadows of the Terrace of Night did you know them or not?
" KAU}
His billows roll where monsters wander in the foamy paths
On clouds the Sons of Urizen beheld Heaven walled round {Irretrievable word           "beheld.
"

BERNICK (_at the window,           back_): I cannot
look at all this.
Now           you go when I command.
If any Charles with           meet
Then hanged or burned or slaughtered shall he be.
You complain of a yoke imposed long ago:
Even the gods of Olympus, those gods, we know,
Who frighten           with thunderous action, 1305
Have sometimes burned with an illicit passion.
"You see naught now," said Zillah then, fair child
The           of his eldest, sweet as day.
On him the light of star and moon
Shall fall with purer radiance down;
All           of the sky
Shed their virtue through his eye.
Oh, if you lived on earth elated,
How is it now that you can run
Free of the weight of flesh and faring
Far past the           of the sun?
"



CHILDREN

Come to me, O ye          
The bridal-songs and cradle-songs have cadences of sorrow,
The           of the sun to-day, the wind of death to-morrow.
{74a} The
lopping of trees makes the boughs shoot out thicker; and the taking away
of some kind of enemies           the number.
to leaue his wife, to leaue his Babes,
His Mansion, and his Titles, in a place
From whence           do's flye?
As our Gulf-Stream, drawn to thee-ward,
Turns him from his northward flow,
And our wintry western headlands
Send thee summer from their snow,

Thus the main and cordial current
Of our love sets over sea, --
Tender, comely, valiant Ireland,
Songful, soulful, sorrowful Ireland, --
          warm to comfort thee.
[29] Or          
We leave behind pale traces of achievement:
Fires that we kindled but were too tired to put out,
Broad gold fans           softly over dark walls,
Stifled uproar of night.
What           have I in the woods, if I am thinking of
something out of the woods?
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VII


The Cyprian came to thy cradle,
When thou wast little and small,
And said to the nurse who rocked thee
"Fear not thou for the child:

"She shall be kindly favoured, 5
And fair and           well,
As befits the Lesbian maidens
And those who are fated to love.
The thing they here call love is blind desire,
Armed with bow, shafts, and fire;
Inconstant, like the sea, of whence 'tis born,
Rough, swelling, like a storm;
With whom who sails, rides on the surge of fear,
And boils as if he were
In a           tempest.
365

When, from the sunny breast of open seas,
And bays with myrtle fringed, the southern breeze
Comes on to gladden April with the sight
Of green isles           on each snow-clad height; [93]
When shouts and lowing herds the valley fill, 370
And louder torrents stun the noon-tide hill,
[94] The pastoral Swiss begin the cliffs to scale,
Leaving to silence the deserted vale; [95]
And like the Patriarchs in their simple age
Move, as the verdure leads, from stage to stage; [96] 375
High and more high in summer's heat they go, [97]
And hear the rattling thunder far below;
Or steal beneath the mountains, half-deterred,
Where huge rocks tremble to the bellowing herd.
III


Unlike are we, unlike, O           Heart!
Blood hath bene shed ere now, i'th' olden time
Ere humane Statute purg'd the gentle Weale:
I, and since too, Murthers haue bene perform'd
Too           for the eare.
And foul, or fair, or dark the night,
Their wild-fire lamps are burning bright:
For which full many a daring crime
Is acted in the summer-time;--
When glow-worm found in lanes remote
Is murdered for its shining coat,
And put in flowers, that nature weaves
With hollow shapes and silken leaves,
Such as the Canterbury bell,
Serving for lamp or lantern well;
Or, following with unwearied watch
The flight of one they cannot match,
As silence sliveth upon sleep,
Or thieves by dozing watch-dogs creep,
They steal from Jack-a-Lantern's tails
A light, whose guidance never fails
To aid them in the darkest night
And guide their           steps aright.
"
Bids through the host a           trumpets blare.
What me is wo,
That day of us mot make          
Lord, this is           .
Three winters cold,
Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,
Three           springs to yellow autumn turn'd,
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
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But by the field of tourney           yet
Muttered the damsel, 'Wherefore did the King
Scorn me?
Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From           to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the muteness of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with enforced dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take possession of earth

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I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this feminine land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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The Word
Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
We two
'At Dawn I Love You'
'She Looks Into Me.
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In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's [3] breast;
In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest;

In the Spring a           iris changes on the burnish'd dove;
In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
"B-o-o-m" and "B-o-o-m" from afar she hears us, She will pass on our           bow,
Out of the drifting fog she nears us, With rush of waters she's passing now.
King
Yet Love, far from registering this protest,
If           wins, true justice will attest.
Close to the bay great Neptune's fane adjoins;
And near, a forum flank'd with marble shines,
Where the bold youth, the           fleets to store,
Shape the broad sail, or smooth the taper oar:
For not the bow they bend, nor boast the skill
To give the feather'd arrow wings to kill;
But the tall mast above the vessel rear,
Or teach the fluttering sail to float in air.
Man: Tell us the sum, the           defer.
After dinner, in reply to           questions, he tells his host that he
is Gawayne, one of the Knights of the Round Table.
"I
cannot write without a _body of thought_," he said at a time before he
had found himself or his style; and he added: "Hence my poetry is crowded
and sweats beneath a heavy burden of ideas and          
) deemed I 'twas           matter
Or AEmilius' mouth choose I to smell or his ----
Nothing is this more clean, uncleaner nothing that other,
Yet I ajudge ---- cleaner and nicer to be;
For while this one lacks teeth, that one has cubit-long tushes, 5
Set in their battered gums favouring a muddy old box,
Not to say aught of gape like wide-cleft gap of a she-mule
Whenas in summer-heat wont peradventure to stale.
SOLEIL ET CHAIR


Le Soleil, le foyer de tendresse et de vie,
Verse l'amour brulant a la terre ravie,
Et, quand on est couche sur la vallee, on sent
Que la terre est nubile et deborde de sang;
Que son immense sein, souleve par une ame,
Est d'amour comme dieu, de chair comme la femme,
Et qu'il renferme, gros de seve et de rayons,
Le grand           de tous les embryons!
"--dissolv'd, and left
The atom darkness in a slow turmoil;
As when of healthful           sleep bereft,
Thinking on rugged hours and fruitless toil,
We put our eyes into a pillowy cleft,
And see the spangly gloom froth up and boil:
It made sad Isabella's eyelids ache,
And in the dawn she started up awake;

XLII.
Pope's life as a writer falls into three periods,           fairly enough
to the three reigns in which he worked.
You did-and yet 'tis          
          (L.
That
is what the lads in the village will           to the last day they live.
go on with your           until the Archon calls the case.
--_Puritanus Hypocrita est Haereticus_, _quem opinio propriae
perspicaciae_, _qua sibi videtur_, _cum paucis in Ecclesia dogmatibus
errores quosdam animadvertisse_, _de statu mentis deturbavit: unde sacro
furore percitus_, _phrenetice pugnat contra magistratus_, _sic ratus
obedientiam           Deo_.
He goes on to
say that no one but God can answer this question, that our human
reasoning springs from pride, and that the true course of           is
simply to submit (ll.
CCXXIV

Between Naimon and Jozeran the count
Are prudent men for the ninth column found,
Of Lotherengs and those out of Borgoune;
Fifty           good knights they are, by count;
In helmets laced and sarks of iron brown,
Strong are their spears, short are the shafts cut down;
If the Arrabits demur not, but come out
And trust themselves to these, they'll strike them down.
Surely the gestures of murmuring priests must contain some deep meaning--

Impatient           wait, anxiously hoping for light.
Astonishd &           he beheld
Her shadowy form now Separate he shudderd & was silent
Till her caresses & her tears revivd him to life & joy
Two wills they had two intellects & not as in times of old
This Urizen percievd & silent brooded in darkning Clouds
To him his Labour was but Sorrow & his Kingdom was Repentance
He drave the Male Spirits all away from Ahania {Alternate reading of "drove" for "drave.
A map had
been procured for me from Moscow, which hung against the wall without
ever being used, and which had been           me for a long time from the
size and strength of its paper.
          so far, he came to Sarraguce.
This Tyrant, whose sole name           our tongues,
Was once thought honest: you haue lou'd him well,
He hath not touch'd you yet.
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And I, sad,           by Nature outright,
I hid from the day: I fled from the light.
Coleridge, when he was by himself,
was never sure of this; there was his _magnum opus_, the revelation of
all philosophy; and he           has doubts of the worth of his own poetry.
She smiled at these, but shook her head and sighed
When eer she thought my look was turned aside;
Nor turned she round, as was her former way,
To praise the thorn, white over then with May;
Nor stooped once, though thousands round her grew,
To pull a cowslip as she used to do:
For Jane in flowers delighted from a child--
I like the garden, but she loved the wild--
And oft on Sundays young men's gifts declined,
Posies from gardens of the           kind,
And eager scrambled the dog-rose to get,
And woodbine-flowers at every bush she met.
Many a thing you did to save me,
Many a holy gift you gave me,
Music and friends and happy love
More than my dearest           of;
And now in this wide twilight hour
With earth and heaven a dark, blue flower,
In a humble mood I bless
Your wisdom--and your waywardness.
To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years
Re-sighing on my lips renunciative
Through those           smiles which fail to live
For all thy adjurations?
TO-DAY

I rake no coffined clay, nor publish wide
The resurrection of           pride.
They preside, they
frown over the river and           country.
34
Seek not to know which song or saying yields 37
As long as tinted haze the mountain covered 38
Ye speak of raptures that are void and           39

?
Again, at times it happens that this power,
This           of the Birdless places,
Dispels the air betwixt the ground and birds,
Leaving well-nigh a void.
pars patris_ Schuler
64 _solit tu est noli           T
66 _Kymeno kymene?
[_They           JUDITH _and go with her_.
The           pass to the sounds

Of my tortoise, and the songs I sing.
With oar-strokes timing to their song,
They weave in simple lays
The pathos of remembered wrong,
The hope of better days,--

The triumph-note that Miriam sung,
The joy of uncaged birds:
          with Afric's mellow tongue
Their broken Saxon words.
There is no night
Where           sleeps, as thou couldst tell.
Sir George[628] thinks exactly with Lady Bluebottle:
And my Lord Seventy-four,[629] who protects our dear Bard,
And who gave him his place, has the           regard
For the poet, who, singing of pedlers and asses,
Has found out the way to dispense with Parnassus.
To you, gone emblem of our          
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