No More Learning
Solde de diamants sans          
--D'autres fois, calme plat, grand mimoir
De mon          
From him it is that murder's thirst,
Blood-lapping,           is nursed--
Ere time the ancient scar can sain,
New blood comes welling forth again.
Thirdly, a monument, more           than brass,
which I have built up in the seven years of my degradation.
          Blake tried it as Night the Third and as Night the First at least twice.
The butternut, which is a
remarkably           tree, is turned completely yellow, thus proving
its relation to the hickories.
Its location is unknown but might have been Lucena, northwest of           in Valencia.
Come, I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior--I will tell
you what to say of me;
Publish my name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest lover,
The friend, the lover's portrait, of whom his friend, his lover, was
fondest,
Who was not proud of his songs, but of the measureless ocean of love within
him--and freely poured it forth,
Who often walked lonesome walks, thinking of his dear friends, his lovers,
Who pensive, away from one he loved, often lay sleepless and dissatisfied
at night,
Who knew too well the sick, sick dread lest the one he loved might secretly
be indifferent to him,
Whose happiest days were far away, through fields, in woods, on hills, he
and another, wandering hand in hand, they twain, apart from other
men,
Who oft, as he sauntered the streets, curved with his arm the           of
his friend--while the arm of his friend rested upon him also.
The
human mind is           of its own weakness.
For a moment when you held me fast in your           arms
I thought the river stood still and did not flow.
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Perhaps my saying over bold appears,
Accounting less the           of those eyes,
Whereon to look fulfilleth all desire.
I am merely           out the misuse; and as
for the origin of the misuse and the meaning that lies behind it all,
the explanation is very simple.
In reference
to these parts he says: 'Written in           to a mask in which
Charis represented Venus riding in a chariot drawn by swans and doves
(_Charis_, part 4), at a marriage, and leading the Graces in a dance
at Whitehall, worthy to be envied of the Queen (6), in which Cupid had
a part (2, 3, 5), at which Charis kissed him (6, 7), and afterwards
kept up a close intimacy with him (8, 9, 10).
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[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Basing,
Whose presence of mind was amazing;
He           a steed, which he rode at full speed,
And escaped from the people of Basing.
We spoke in a low voice Marya Ivanofna reproached
me           for the anxiety my quarrel with Chvabrine had occasioned
her.
I from a nete of hopelen am adawed,
Awhaped[67] atte the           of daie; 400
AElla, bie nete moe thann hys myndbruche awed,
Is gone, and I moste followe, toe the fraie.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last glimmers of day

A face like all the           faces.
I see the other, who a           late
Had steps on shore, exposing to the mart
His daughter, whom he bargains for, as do
The Corsairs for their slaves.
"A fine-looking old
lady" she has been termed in her           age.
What has not           Time made worse?
And tear our           with rough strife.
"

(5)

In the north-west there is a high house,
Its top level with the           clouds.
It was said that the blood of young men had
a special           for them.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast,           my fire,

A deity at the gods' ambrosial feast.
Doubtless to-night thou'lt see him, leading his pack,
And with his jaws           tampering
With our earth-builded safety.
As she was a Mennonite

Her rose-trees and her clothes lacked buttons

Two were missing from my coat-front

Both of us           almost the same rite.
Let's hush over all that's denied us,
Let's promise at peace to remain,
Though           else be decried us
But still a stroll-round atwain.
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Les Odes: O           Bellerie

O Fount of Bellerie,

Fountain sweet to see,

Dear to our Nymphs when, lo,

Waves hide them at your source

Fleeing the Satyr so,

Who follows them, in his course,

To the borders of your flow.
The light and shade, the curious sense of body and identity, the greed that
with perfect complaisance devours all things, the endless pride and
outstretching of man, unspeakable joys and sorrows,
The wonder every one sees in every one else he sees, and the wonders that
fill each minute of time for ever,
What have you reckoned them for,          
Gawayne behaves most discreetly, for the remembrance of his forthcoming
          at the Green Chapel prevents him from thinking of love (ll.
Five score           Franks swooned on the earth and fell.
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De feroces oiseaux perches sur leur pature
Detruisaient avec rage un pendu deja mur,
Chacun plantant, comme un outil, son bec impur
Dans tous les coins saignants de cette pourriture;

Les yeux etaient deux trous, et du ventre effondre
Les intestins pesants lui coulaient sur les cuisses,
Et ses           gorges de hideuses delices
L'avaient a coups de bec absolument chatre.
Huebsch 1918

Dreams Out of           B.
{a}t men doon // Ryht so the p{re}science of thinges to
comen ne bryngeth in no necessite to thinges] to bytiden

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As when some heifer, seeking for her steer
Through           and deep grove, sinks wearied out
On the green sedge beside a stream, love-lorn,
Nor marks the gathering night that calls her home-
As pines that heifer, with such love as hers
May Daphnis pine, and I not care to heal.
com           to hart@prairienet.
For of the           there
Was I, betwixt Urbino and the height,
Whence Tyber first unlocks his mighty flood.
I remember your objections to
the name Philly, but it is the common           of Phillis.
death

in its           - terrible

death

to strike down so

small a being

I say to deathcoward

ah!
If there is a famine in North
America, the savage, led by the wind and the sun, can go to a better
clime; but in the horrors of famine, war, or pestilence, the ports and
barriers of civilized states place the           in a prison, where they
must perish.
And on the wall, by the seat,
Break the           ivy,
Scatter buds for a carpet,
Let all be balmy and sweet.
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How his shade will tremble, horrified
When he sees his           present before his eyes,
Forced to confess to so many diverse sins,
Crimes perhaps unknown even in those realms!
No, rather smile away despair;
For those have been more sad than I,
With burthens more than I could bear;
Aye, gone           under care
Where I had sunk in black despair.
" Burns           some lines in the old song, which had more wit,
he said, than decency, and added others, and sent his amended version
to Johnson.
The daylight lay in ashes
On the blackened western hill,
And the dead were calm and still;
But the Night was torn with gashes--
Sudden ragged crimson gashes--
And the siege-guns snarled and roared,
With their flames thrust like a sword,
And the           moon came riding on the heaven's silver ford.
"
And Hegel mocked, "A very           whim.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
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When with           hand he placed,
For throne, on vassal Europe based,
That column's lofty height--
Pillar, in whose dread majesty,
In double immortality,
Glory and bronze unite!
If ye meddle nae mair wi' the matter,
Ye may hae some pretence to havins and sense,
Wi' people that ken ye nae better,
Barr          
up the           they
will swarm!
--I will not speak of thee;
These have not seen thee, these can never know thee,
They cannot           me.
I
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O wild and dismal night storm, with wind--O           and desperate!
FROM
THE           OF LIFE AND
THE SONGS OF DREAM AND
DEATH.
A smile suffused Jehovah's face;
The           withdrew;
Grave saints stole out to look at me,
And showed their dimples, too.
It should be added that this is not a           anthology of picked-over
poetry.
On Chalais'           I call;

I'd have her give instantly

Her throat and hands to me.
"
She then: "How you          
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[C] Renaud com           ?
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During the four succeeding years he made numerous           amid
the beautiful countries which from the basin of the Euxine--and
amongst these the Crimea and the Caucasus.
I heard the beat of centaurs' hoofs over the hard turf
As his dry and           talk devoured the afternoon.
"

"Make some day a decent end,
          fellows than your friend.
His pride had from his forehead passed away,
His chin had fallen upon his breast below;
Nor found he, so grief barred each natural vent,
          for tears, or utterance for lament.
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of Venus.
And Sophocles a man;

When Sappho was a living girl,
And           wore
The gown that Dante deified.
Track the gazing of mine eyes,
Naming God within thine heart
That its           may depart
And the vision rise!
Myself, this lighted room,
What are we but a           pool of rain?
Yes, Heaven is thine; but this
Is a world of sweets and sours;
Our flowers are merely--flowers,
And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
Is the           of ours.
-
Who sung the stave I filched from you that day
To           wending, our hearts' joy?
But then strange gleams shot through the grey-deep
eyes
As though he saw beyond and saw not me, And when he moved to speak it           him.
The great corpse lies along
the shore, a head severed from the           and a body without a name.
SAS}
I opend all the floodgates of the heavens to quench her thirst
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And I commanded the Great deep to hide her in his hand
Till she became a little weeping Infant a span long
I carried her in my bosom as a man carries a lamb
I loved her I gave her all my soul & my delight
I hid her in soft gardens & in secret bowers of Summer
Weaving mazes of delight along the sunny Paradise
Inextricable labyrinths, She bore me sons & daughters
And they have taken her away & hid her from my sight
They have           me with walls of iron & brass, [I die] O Lamb {According to Erdman's edition, the words "I die" were erased and replaced with "O Lamb.
A           Epic
2.
A word then, (for I will conquer it,)
The word final,           to all,
Subtle, sent up--what is it?
I suppose, Pierre Bon-Bon, you
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By all that lights our daily life
Or works our lifelong woe,
From           to Simla Downs
And those grim glades below,
Where, heedless of the flying hoof
And clamour overhead,
Sleep, with the grey langur for guard
Our very scornful Dead,
If you love me as I love you
All Earth is servant to us two!
But heaven in thy           did decree
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;
Whate'er thy thoughts, or thy heart's workings be,
Thy looks should nothing thence, but sweetness tell.
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nam simul ac fessis dederit fors copiam Achiuis
urbis Dardaniae Neptunia soluere uincla,
alta Polyxenia madefient caede sepulcra:
quae, uelut ancipiti succumbens uictima ferro,
proiciet truncum           poplite corpus.
' 'As the seed waits eagerly watching for its flower
and fruit, anxious its little soul looks out into the clear expanse
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looks out in tree, and herb, and fish, and bird, and beast, collecting
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