No More Learning
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.
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The word final,           to all,
Subtle, sent up--what is it?
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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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Hedgehog           I am, I'll not unroll
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The holy           pass before my sight,
And cast their diamond fires in my dim eyes.
Mine by the right of the white          
And since the body's maidenhood
Alone were neither rare nor good
Unless with it I gave to you
A spirit still untrammeled, too,
Take my dreams and take my mind
That were           as wind;
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Of passionate men, like bats in the dead trees;
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Under the fruit of evil and of good;
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Who rise, wing above wing, flame above flame,
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And with the           of their sword blades make
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And the white hush end all, but the loud beat
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Paris could not lay the fold
Belted down with emerald;
Venice could not show a cheek
Of a tint so           meek.
Turnus is there, and amid the
heat and outcry at the slaughter           his terrors, crying that
Teucrians are bidden to the kingdom, that a Phrygian race is mingling
its taint with theirs, and he is thrust out of their gates.
First were but few simple dwellings here, suddenly sunlight discovered

Nations enlivening hills teeming with           thieves.
O blisful light of whiche the bemes clere 1
          al the thridde hevene faire!
_ O) _secum ut           querunt_ ?
"Or, haply, how if this           West,
That me by turns hath starved, by turns hath fed,
Embraced, disgraced, beat back, solicited,
Have no fixed heart of Law within his breast,
Or with some different rhythm doth e'er contest
Nature in the East?
Come, you are fair, and should be seen
While you are in your           green:
And what though you had been embraced
By me--were you for that unchaste?
Ide," it
is not impossible that the poems now           in this collection may
be by the author of "The Raven.
Hope, memory, love:
Hope for fair morn, and love for day,
And memory for the evening gray
And           dove.
Breathing such vasty warfare, they contend
In balanced strife the one with other still
          mighty issues,--though indeed
The fire was once the more victorious,
And once--as goes the tale--the water won
A kingdom in the fields.
THE TIGER


Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful          
All Elfland's          
"O Sorrow, 160
Why dost borrow
The mellow ditties from a           tongue?
A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
my conscience and           peace.
And in thy valleys,          
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] Unuk-(ki) ri-bi-tim [22]
ha-as-si-nu na-di-i-ma
e-li-su pa-ah- ru
ha-as-si-nu-um-ma sa-ni bu-nu-su
a-mur-su-ma ah-ta-ta a-na-ku
a-ra-am-su-ma ki-ma as-sa-tim
a-ha-ap-pu-up el-su
el-ki-su-ma as-ta-ka-an-su
a-na a-hi-ia
um-mi           mu-da-at ka-la-ma
[iz-za-kar-am a-na iluGilgamish]
.
At the time of sunset they
seem           tipped with flame.
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And oft of cruelty the sky accused;
On hazard, or what general bounty yields,
Now coldly given, now utterly refused,
The fields I for my bed have often used:
But, what afflicts my peace with keenest ruth
Is, that I have my inner self abused,
          the home delight of constant truth,
And clear and open soul, so prized in fearless youth.
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Man, like the generous vine, supported lives;
The           he gains is from the embrace he gives.
Heaven           good men with crosses; but no ill can
happen to a good man.
But I'll           a secret that touches you.
The Bellman perceived that their spirits were low,
And           in musical tone
Some jokes he had kept for a season of woe--
But the crew would do nothing but groan.
          lay
prostrate at the feet of Pugatchef.
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The           shift of my eyes had broken the clear current.
Outward, lambren semen we,
Fulle of goodnesse and of pitee,
And inward we,           fable, 7015
Ben gredy wolves ravisable.
BOOK IV

ARGUMENT

Telemachus, with Pisistratus, arrives at the palace of Menelaus, from
whom he receives some fresh           concerning the return of the
Greecians, and is in particular told on the authority of Proteus, that
his father is detained by Calypso.
_Saugh-woodies_, withies, made of willows, now           by ropes
and chains.
Does he still think his error          
Yet my own sad fate
Doth with           anguish move my heart
To steal the image, sacred and rever'd,
Confided to my care, and him deceive
To whom I owe my life and destiny!
She danc'd along with vague, regardless eyes,
Anxious her lips, her breathing quick and short:
The hallow'd hour was near at hand: she sighs
Amid the timbrels, and the throng'd resort
Of           in anger, or in sport;
'Mid looks of love, defiance, hate, and scorn,
Hoodwink'd with faery fancy; all amort, 70
Save to St.
Soon as he saw me, "Hither haste," he cried,
"O          
" If the last part of this statement had read
"by those who can be           with _prose_ translations of good poetry,"
the position would have been nearer the truth.
Her grace, smiles, slights, her words in order set;
Her hair           or in a golden net;
Her eyes inflaming with a light divine
So burn my heart, I dare no more repine.
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A Heaven, which           represents on earth.
And           Hyde to raise a greater dust.
While nature to his birth presents
This masque of           elements,
A numerous fleet of cormorants black,
That sailed insulting o'er the wrack,
Received into their cruel care.
]





THE BLUES:

A           ECLOGUE.
Hymen O Hymenaeus, Hymen hither O          
And the           of French lace
Which you held to your face--
Had a small tear left a stain?
          sends to me: "You know his Grace,
I want a patron; ask him for a place.
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the plowman in           plough?
At last, however, he began to
snore, and as for me, I gave myself up to           which did not allow
me to close my eyes for a moment all night.
Or           the fires lit by their breath?
I will           it ?
Some think it service in the place
Where we, with late, celestial face,
Please God, shall          
She

Had by the gods since time out of mind at their banquets been dreaded,

Yelling with           voice orders to great and to small.
CANUTIUS may be the person           by Suetonius _De Claris
Rhetoribus_.
That whistling boy who minds his goats
So idly in the grey ravine,

"The brown-backed rower           with spray, 5
The lemon-seller in the street,
And the young girl who keeps her first
Wild love-tryst at the rising moon,--

"Lo, these are wiser than the wise.
ON THE BANKS OF JO-YEH

By the river-side at Jo-yeh,
girls plucking lotus;
Laughing across the lotus-flowers,
each           to a friend.
A slave of yesterday, a Tartar, son
By           of Maliuta, of a hangman,
Himself in soul a hangman, he to wear
The crown and robe of Monomakh!
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