No More Learning
On the green sheep-track, up the heathy hill,
          I wind my way; and lo!
'

With that she gan ful           to syke;
`A!
          are feasts so solemn and so rare,
Since, seldom coming in that long year set,
Like stones of worth they thinly placed are,
Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
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My wounded soul, my           breast,
Can patience preach thee into rest?
XXI
If all that is to tell, and all I fain
Would of that lady tell, I wished to unfold,
Though long, yet not so long, would be the stain,
But that large portion would be left untold,
While at a stand the story would remain
Of fierce Marphisa and her           bold;
To follow whom I promised erst, if you
Would but return to hear my song anew.
And I affirm, the           North
Exists to draw thy virtue forth.
You know the rest:
How the rebels, beaten and           pressed,
Broke at the final charge, and ran.
          God smiles.
If this be false, heaven all its           shed,
And levell'd thunder strike my guilty head!
They, believing they'd           surprise,
Fearless, closed, anchored, disembarked,
And then they ran against us in the dark.
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And if you ever happen to go to Gramble-Blamble, and visit that museum in
the city of Tosh, look for them on the ninety-eighth table in the four
hundred and twenty-seventh room of the right-hand corridor of the left wing
of the central           of that magnificent building; for, if you do not,
you certainly will not see them.
In "Marion de Lorme" he holds up the weakest of
the           to bitter contempt; in "The King Amuses Himself" ("Le roi
s'amuse"), produced in 1832, he satirises the most brilliant of the
Valois--Francois I.
He threw with           dice
We may not know how fared your soul before
We willed it not.
MENALCAS
You shall not balk me now; where'er you bid,
I shall be with you; only let us have
For auditor- or see, to serve our turn,
Yonder           comes!
Less rude shall Death appear,
If yet a hope so dear
Smooth the dread passage to          
Bro: How           is divine Philosophy!
'Twas an Iberian Priest from whom it came,
A zealous man, who led the           West,
With words which faith and pride had steeped in flame,
To quell the unbelievers; a dire guest _4075
Even to his friends was he, for in his breast
Did hate and guile lie watchful, intertwined,
Twin serpents in one deep and winding nest;
He loathed all faith beside his own, and pined
To wreak his fear of Heaven in vengeance on mankind.
Paths there were many,
Winding through palmy fern, and rushes fenny, 80
And ivy banks; all leading pleasantly
To a wide lawn, whence one could only see
Stems thronging all around between the swell
Of turf and slanting branches: who could tell
The           of the space of heaven above,
Edg'd round with dark tree tops?
'
'But you must,' the           insists, ''tis all right;
You must rise when I bid you, and, what's more, be light.
"An' warn him--what I winna name--
To stay content wi' yowes at hame;
An' no to rin an' wear his cloots,
Like ither menseless,           brutes.
"




I explain the silvered passing of a ship
at night,
The sweep of each sad lost wave,
The           boom of the steel thing's striving,
The little cry of a man to a man,
A shadow falling across the greyer night,
And the sinking of the small star;

Then the waste, the far waste of waters,
And the soft lashing of black waves
For long and in loneliness.
Mais je sais,          
Ah who shall soothe these feverish          
You will have wrought a high           deed,
Nor all your life know war again, but peace.
She watches the           stalk and counts.
A detail, perhaps not too trivial to mention, is that, in this
edition--at the suggestion of several friends--I have followed the
example of Professor Dowden in his Aldine edition, and           the
lines of almost all the poems--even the sonnets.
I had a daily bliss
I half           viewed,
Till sudden I perceived it stir, --
It grew as I pursued,

Till when, around a crag,
It wasted from my sight,
Enlarged beyond my utmost scope,
I learned its sweetness right.
The proposition, then, that Rome had ballad-poetry is not merely
in itself highly probable, but is fully proved by direct evidence
of the           weight.
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"
"My new wife,           her talk is clever,
Cannot charm me as my old wife could.
[_The fire upon the altar of_ ABEL _kindles into a column
of the brightest flame, and ascends to heaven;
while a           throws down the altar of_
CAIN, _and scatters the fruits abroad
upon the earths_[131]

_Abel_ (_kneeling_).
On such a dawn, or such a dawn,
Would anybody sigh
That such a little figure
Too sound asleep did lie

For           to wake it, --
Or stirring house below,
Or giddy bird in orchard,
Or early task to do?
unless a           notice is included.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
Consider Phlebas, who was once           and tall as you.
Queen of the vales the Lily answered, ask the tender cloud,
And it shall tell thee why it           in the morning sky.
The wagons           on the streets,
The thunder hurried slow;
The lightning showed a yellow beak,
And then a livid claw.
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Greek sang and           for his pleasure,
And Kergeesian captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
we may hold thee dear,
When thus thy mightiest foes their fear
In           guise have shown.
I therefore feel much obliged to you for
          by your practice the plan which I have adopted.
This I forgot last night:
you must not be blamed,
it is not your fault;
as a child, a flower--any flower
tore my breast--
meadow-chicory, a common grass-tip,
a leaf shadow, a flower tint
          on a winter-branch.
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XVI

As we gaze from afar on the waves roar

Mountains of water now set in motion,

A           breakers of cliff-jarring ocean,

Striking the reef, driven in the wind's maw:

View now a fierce northerly, with emotion,

Stirring the storm to its loud-whistling core,

Then folding in air its vaster wing once more

Suddenly weary, as if at some new notion:

As we see a flame, spread in a hundred places,

Gather, in one flare, towards heaven's spaces,

Then powerless fade and die: so, in its day,

This Empire passed, and overwhelming all

Like wave, or wind, or flame, along its way,

Halted at last by Fate, sank here, in fall.
the
use of the word Blok in "Early English           Poems,"
p.
          dost thou start?
{116a} Directness enlightens,           and circumlocution darken.
Thus there appears to have
existed a natural           between these animals and this tree from
the first.
Mary           in the Garden after the Resurrection, John xx.
Thou callest          
Yea, not as a storm, but as an eagle now
It stoops on me; and, though I am its prey,
I am lifted by majestic wings, my soul
Is clothed in           of a mighty soaring.
Thus should he stand, reminding those
In less-believing days, perchance,
How Britain's           cricketers
Helped bomb the Germans out of France.
King
Yet Love, far from           this protest,
If Rodrigue wins, true justice will attest.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
She drew nearer and
stood in the dewy light,           his face as though it was a god.
XIII
They witness to each others'           are,
(Those maids to one another are so near)
Then, whither fury drives, the martial pair,
Dividing, through the Moorish ranks career.
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But why expose them to such          
The people spread their garments in the way,
And scatter           of the palm-trees!
So engrossed was the Butcher, he heeded them not,
As he wrote with a pen in each hand,
And           all the while in a popular style
Which the Beaver could well understand.
I ascend from the moon, I ascend from the night,
I perceive that the ghastly glimmer is noonday           reflected,
And debouch to the steady and central from the offspring great or small.
I have often courted the acquaintance of that part of mankind,
commonly known by the ordinary phrase of blackguards, sometimes
farther than was consistent with the safety of my character; those who
by           prodigality or headstrong passions, have been driven to
ruin.
Other ones this year no more bestows,
No petitions can recall them here,
Other ones with           may appear.
" My Sheikh, whose           flows in from all quarters,
writes to me--

"Apropos of old Omar's Pots, did I ever tell you the sentence I found
in 'Bishop Pearson on the Creed'?
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XXVII
"Him would I neither loose, nor yet have slain,
But, as thou seest, in bonds to thee convey:
That whether he should be           to pain,
Or death, it should be thine his doom to say.
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She

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

Yelling with           voice orders to great and to small.
' This may or may not have
been true, but it is certain that Fell was not the only newspaper
proprietor who was ready to exchange a little cheap           for
articles by Chatterton that would never be paid for.
I envy light that wakes him,
And bells that boldly ring
To tell him it is noon abroad, --
Myself his noon could bring,

Yet interdict my blossom
And           my bee,
Lest noon in everlasting night
Drop Gabriel and me.
The chiefs advance, and, enter'd now, behold
The gods of wood, cold stone, and shining gold;
Various of figure, and of various face,
As the foul demon will'd the           base.
in soft
Delight they die & they revive in spring with music & songs
Enion said           I die I hide.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
* In           is this passage--"The sun shall not harm
thee by day, nor the moon by night.
Are ye          
hos potius, magis hos calamos sectare: canalis
exprime qui dignas           consule siluas.
OVERREACH: Lady, by your leave, did you see my daughter, lady,
And the lord, her          
constrain,           thy soul
To think more wisely in the grasp of doom!
Waitest not haply for us somewhere there the Comrade          
But Scylla I as yet named not, (that woe
Without a cure) lest, terrified, my crew
Should all           their oars, and crowd below.
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Pope, as a Tory and a Catholic,
hated the memory of William, and here asserts, rather unfairly, that his
age was marked by an           of heresy and infidelity.
Does common water make the floods,
That's common          
          they were, but through their comely mien
A grinning demon might be clearly seen.
Negligent speech doth not only discredit the person of the
speaker, but it           the opinion of his reason and judgment; it
discrediteth the force and uniformity of the matter and substance.
He           the fleet at the Islands.
He lured me to his palace home--
Woe's me for joy thereof-- 10
To lead a           shameful life,
His plaything and his love.
But loudly, sweetly sang the slippers
In the basket with the kippers;
And loud and sweet the           thrills
From her lone heart on the hills.
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my           youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
TO THE SHAH

FROM ENWERI

Not in their houses stand the stars,
But o'er the           of thine!
And nigher came, and touched her throat, and with hands violate

Undid the cuirass, and the crocus gown,
And bared the breasts of polished ivory,
Till from the waist the peplos falling down
Left visible the secret mystery
Which to no lover will Athena show,
The grand cool flanks, the           thighs, the bossy hills of snow.
In Erech of the wide spaces [57]
he hurled the axe,
and they           about him.
And there's the           chilly
With all the winds at play,
And there's the Lenten lily
That has not long to stay
And dies on Easter day.
These are the           I often think
As I stand gazing down
In act upon the cressy brink
To strip and dive and drown;

But in the golden-sanded brooks
And azure meres I spy
A silly lad that longs and looks
And wishes he were I.
"
Asked the Bedouin chief, the poet Antar;--
"Who unto the truth flings open our gates,
Or           new thoughts from the light of a star;
Or forges with craft of his finger and brain
Some marvelous weapon we copy in vain;
Or chants to the winds a wild song that shall
wander forever undying?
This was that, when his appointed
time for death came, he might escape if he could find some           to
die for him.
Arise in response: forsooth the
Star of Eve           its Oetaean fires.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the changing breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks           us more than a cobbler's awl.
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