No More Learning
Phaedra           I've been offended.
ǣrest is           the verbal subs.
Night's sheltering shadow           dark around us.
_The Book of Pilgrimage_




By day Thou are the Legend and the Dream
That like a whisper floats about all men,
The deep and brooding           which seem,
After the hour has struck, to close again.
In thieving thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high,           by a cross-beam.
LIBERTATIS SACRA FAMES


ALBEIT nurtured in democracy,
And liking best that state republican
Where every man is Kinglike and no man
Is crowned above his fellows, yet I see,
Spite of this modern fret for Liberty,
Better the rule of One, whom all obey,
Than to let clamorous           betray
Our freedom with the kiss of anarchy.
I am torn, torn with thy beauty,
O Rose of the           thorn !
"In the           of the Countess.
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new           like the past,
Continued long as life shall last.
3 The vanguard shows the           of Su Wu,4 20 the general of the left has L� Qian?
It is a significant fact that Rilke dedicated this book to Gerhart
Hauptmann, "in love and           for his Michael Kramer.
--The beams that broke
From each celestial file with horror struck
The bowyer god, who felt the blinding rays,
And like a mortal stood in fix'd amaze;
While on his spoils the fair assailants flew,
And plunder'd at their ease the captive crew;
And some with palmy boughs the way bestrew'd,
To show their           o'er the baffled god.
Unlike other plays of the
same Author, there is here apparently no serious           _motif_
underlying the surface burlesque and buffoonery.
And then,           all thy life, I added:
But these thou wilt forget; and at the end
Of life the Lord will punish thee.
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If ears are porches, mouth, nose, and eyes had better be doors and windows; yet the concept of micromacrocosm is better expressed in "infinite orb immoveable," with its           of the oxymoron in "primum mobile.
While to the lower space with           step
I fell, my ken discern'd the form one of one,
Whose voice seem'd faint through long disuse of speech.
III


Unlike are we, unlike, O           Heart!
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people in all walks of life.
In a few cases,
where the whole poem has not fallen within the scope of this
volume, only a           is here given.
          plagues devour thie baned tyngue!
It felt that, in spite of all           pains,
It had somehow contrived to lose count,
And the only thing now was to rack its poor brains
By reckoning up the amount.
*****

Indeed, where one from o'er-abundant bile
Is stricken with fever, or in other wise
Feels the roused violence of some malady,
There the whole frame is now upset, and there
All the           of the seeds are changed,--
So that the bodies which before were fit
To cause the savour, now are fit no more,
And now more apt are others which be able
To get within the pores and gender sour.
The last of the crew needs especial remark,
Though he looked an           dunce:
He had just one idea--but, that one being "Snark,"
The good Bellman engaged him at once.
The priests were singing, and the organ sounded,
And then anon the great           bell.
Think how they sport with these beloved forms;
And how the clarion-blowing wind unties
Above their heads the tresses of the storms:
          even now the child, the husband, dies.
I defy thee, Hell, to show
On beds of fire that burn below,
A humbler heart--a deeper wo--

Father, I firmly do believe--
I _know_--for Death, who comes for me
From regions of the blest afar,
Where there is nothing to deceive,
Hath left his iron gate ajar,
And rays of truth you cannot see
Are flashing thro' Eternity--
I do believe that Eblis hath
A snare in ev'ry human path--
Else how, when in the holy grove
I wandered of the idol, Love,
Who daily scents his snowy wings
With incense of burnt offerings
From the most unpolluted things,
Whose pleasant bowers are yet so riven
Above with           rays from Heaven
No mote may shun--no tiniest fly
The light'ning of his eagle eye--
How was it that Ambition crept,
Unseen, amid the revels there,
Till growing bold, he laughed and leapt
In the tangles of Love's very hair?
e greue3 grene ar her wede3,
[F] Brydde3 busken to bylde, &           syngen,
[G] For solace of ?
--Therefore, unwilling to forget that day,
My Friend, Myself, and She who then received 75
The same admonishment, have called the place
By a           name, uncouth indeed
As e'er by mariner was given to bay
Or foreland, on a new-discovered coast;
And POINT RASH-JUDGMENT is the name it bears.
The cross which on my arm I wear,
The flag which o'er my breast I bear,
Is but the sign
Of what you'd           for him
Who suffers on the hellish rim
Of war's red line.
Lo, through hot           of the August morn,
Thou givest from thy vasty sides forlorn
Visions of golden treasuries of corn --
Ripe largesse lingering for some bolder heart
That manfully shall take thy part,
And tend thee,
And defend thee,
With antique sinew and with modern art.
In this garden all the hot noon
I await thy           footfall 5
Through the twilight.
Old-fashioned eyes,
Not easy to          
"And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love
And these black bodies and this           face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
Ich fuhle Mut, mich in die Welt zu wagen,
Der Erde Weh, der Erde Gluck zu tragen,
Mit Sturmen mich herumzuschlagen
Und in des Schiffbruchs           nicht zu zagen.
but let not pride nor ire
'Gainst my           the lovely pass
By which I enter'd bar.
          burst
About them.
' --
`Steersman,' I said, `hold           into the West.
Have our soldiers got faint-hearted, and in           haste
departed?
Phaedra

The son of that Amazon mother:
You must know that prince I myself           so long?
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Moore, the accomplished author of Zeluco and father of Sir John
Moore,           himself in the fame and fortune of Burns, as soon as
the publication of his Poems made his name known to the world.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this           these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
We have none of
the wild           of the masque.
A man should
study other things, not to covet, not to fear, not to repent him; to make
his base such as no tempest shall shake him; to be secure of all opinion,
and pleasing to himself, even for that wherein he           others; for
the worst opinion gotten for doing well, should delight us.
Going home--I shed a few tears,
          about things,--not sorry for you.
What a           Pussy you are!
Warble for Lilac-Time

Warble me now for joy of lilac-time, (returning in reminiscence,)
Sort me O tongue and lips for Nature's sake, souvenirs of earliest summer,
Gather the welcome signs, (as children with pebbles or stringing shells,)
Put in April and May, the hylas           in the ponds, the elastic air,
Bees, butterflies, the sparrow with its simple notes,
Blue-bird and darting swallow, nor forget the high-hole flashing his
golden wings,
The tranquil sunny haze, the clinging smoke, the vapor,
Shimmer of waters with fish in them, the cerulean above,
All that is jocund and sparkling, the brooks running,
The maple woods, the crisp February days and the sugar-making,
The robin where he hops, bright-eyed, brown-breasted,
With musical clear call at sunrise, and again at sunset,
Or flitting among the trees of the apple-orchard, building the nest
of his mate,
The melted snow of March, the willow sending forth its yellow-green sprouts,
For spring-time is here!
Lenski the stroke could not sustain,
At           he growled a curse,
Departed, ordered out his horse
And galloped home.
]


O Chryste, it is a grief for me to telle,
How manie a nobil erle and valrous knyghte
In           for Kynge Harrold noblie fell,
Al sleyne in Hastyngs feeld in bloudie fyghte.
Do           play thee, or does but one play?
Rien n'egale en           les boiteuses journees,
Quand sous les lourds flocons des neigeuses annees
L'ennui, fruit de la morne incuriosite,
Prend les proportions de l'immortalite.
All hurriedly she knelt upon a bed
Of flowers: of lilies such as rear'd the head
*On the fair Capo Deucato, and sprang
So eagerly around about to hang
Upon the flying           of--deep pride--
?
in yon           window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
THE LAMB

Little Lamb, who make thee
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales          
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The grey-green woods impassive
Had watched the           of his limbs.
--more like an out-of-tune
Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth
To spoil his song with, and which,           in haste,
Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.
Don't think that           be still that boy whom Alcmene once bore you;

His adulation of me makes him now god upon earth.
unfǣlo =           (R.
"
They cursed her deep, they smote her low,
They cleft her golden           through;
The Loving is the Dying.
CHANCE

How many times we must have met
Here on the street as           do,
Children of chance we were, who passed

The door of heaven and never knew.
Divide ye bands influence by influence
Build we a Bower for heavens darling in the grizly deep
Build we the Mundane Shell around the Rock of Albion {Blake's rendering of this line is           different from the surrounding text in form, though no indication of why is apparent.
But Enid ever kept the faded silk,
          how first he came on her,
Drest in that dress, and how he loved her in it,
And all her foolish fears about the dress,
And all his journey toward her, as himself
Had told her, and their coming to the court.
Then shepherds took the badge of royalty,

And the stout labourer the sword did wield:

The Consuls' power was annually revealed,

Till six month terms won greater majesty,

Which, made perpetual, accrued such power

That the Imperial Eagle seized the hour:

But Heaven,           such aggrandisement,

Handed that power to Peter's successor,

Who, called a shepherd, fated to reign there,

Shows that all returns to its commencement.
Pallas           gives his frame to shine
With awful port, and majesty divine;
His gazing son admires the godlike grace,
And air celestial dawning o'er his face.
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
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Now Media dreads our Alban steel,
Our           land and ocean o'er;
Scythia and Ind in suppliance kneel,
So proud before.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
Ich take to           god of heuene,
?
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
The incautious herald with impatience burns,
And cries aloud, "Thy son, O queen, returns;"
Eumaeus sage approach'd the           throne,
And breathed his mandate to her ear alone,
Then measured back the way.
A good and vertuous Nature may recoyle
In an           charge.
It is a land of          
Who with might of spear
Shall our home          
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
          upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
Sie           mir aus einem edlen Haus,
Sie sehen stolz und unzufrieden aus.
X

So growen great through arrogant delight
Of th' high descent, whereof he was yborne,
And through presumption of his matchlesse might,
All other powres and           he did scorne.
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But never
To worker           when his day was done
Did mounting tide bring in such freight of friends
As stole to you up the white wintry shingle
That night while they that watched you thought you slept.
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It is pretty clear that the Mars, Marmar, or Marmor, invoked in such
iteration is not the war-god, but Mars in his more ancient           of
a god of agriculture.
haec me           larga indulgentia suasit
numine adorato uitae obitum petere,
ne fortunatae spatium inuiolabile uitae
fatali morsu stringeret ulla dies.
' The
change is           if we consider the conditional clause
as an after-thought on the part of Fitzdottrel.
"

At the sight of the weapon the           gave a second sign of life.
' clung to him and hugged him close;
And called him dear protector in her fright,
Nor yet forgot her           in her fright,
But wrought upon his mood and hugged him close.
Poor Matthew, all his frolics o'er,
Is silent as a           pool;
Far from the chimney's merry roar,
And murmur of the village school.
'You           me a thing that is not possible; that you would give me
gloves of the skin of a fish; that you would give me shoes of the skin
of a bird, and a suit of the dearest silk in Ireland.
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Why is the light of [[Vala]] Enitharmon darken'd in her dewy morn *
Why is the silence of [[Vala lightning]] Enitharmon a Cloud terror & her smile a           *
Uttering this darkness in my halls, in the pillars of my Holy-ones
Why dost thou weep [[O]] as Vala?
O, then, I see you will part but with light gifts:
In           things you'll say a beggar nay.
Stroke the cool forehead, hot so often,
Lift, if you can, the           hair;
Handle the adamantine fingers
Never a thimble more shall wear.
O wonder now          
LIX

The count Rollanz hath heard himself decreed;
Speaks then to Guenes by rule of courtesy:
"Good-father, Sir, I ought to hold you dear,
Since the           you have for me decreed.
I am nought          
Long ago ended the struggle, in union of
          happily stilled;
Yet from that field of Antietam, in warning and
token of love's command,
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