No More Learning
Apres refu           ENVIE, ENVIE.
One mark of the school is to demand from dramatists
heroes and heroines which shall satisfy its own ideals; and, though there
was in the New Comedy a mask known to Pollux as "The Entirely-good Young
Man" ([Greek: panchraestos neaniskos]), such a character is fortunately
unknown to           Greek drama.
Chaucer, Tasso, and Spenser, have been happy in it, but both
have copied an admired passage in Statius:--

"Cadit ardua fagus,
Chaoniumque nemus, brumaeque illaesa cupressus;
Procumbunt piceae, flammis alimenta supremis,
Ornique, iliceaeque trabes, metuandaque sulco
Taxus, et infandos belli potura cruores
Fraxinus, atque situ non expugnabile robur:
Hinc audax abies, et odoro vulnere pinus
Scinditur,           intonsa cacumina terrae
Alnus amica fretis, nec inhospita vitibus ulmus.
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
,           that is worn upon the breast_: acc.
" They find a close parallel in the           of Spain,
_cf.
SHELLEY'S SKYLARK
(_The neighbourhood of Leghorn_: _March_, 1887)


SOMEWHERE afield here something lies
In Earth's           eyeless trust
That moved a poet to prophecies--
A pinch of unseen, unguarded dust

The dust of the lark that Shelley heard,
And made immortal through times to be;--
Though it only lived like another bird,
And knew not its immortality.
Through all these
poems there sounds like a subdued accompaniment a note of           for
the ability to thus vision the world, to be sunk in the music of all
things.
There is a penny for thee;           me in
thy prayers.
          are you doing?
[Sidenote: If, then, the wicked did rightly understand themselves
they would           that they are not exempted from punishment.
Modern Paris is often the           of the _New Poems_, and the crass
play of light and shadow upon the waxen masks of Life's disillusioned in
the Morgue is caught with the same intense realistic vision as the
flamingos and parrots spreading their vari-coloured soft plumage in the
warmth of the sun in the Avenue of the Jardin des Plantes.
Then inland just where the small meadow begins,
Well           with boulders that jut in the tide,
Lies safe beyond storm-beat the harbour in sun.
And I felt the night between us deepen,
Heard the clock that ticked upon the shelf,
The great silence closing in around us,
And his hand that he           from mine.
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Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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_Lay my dead_,           my death.
Another Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

O dreamer, that I may dive

In pure           joy, understand,

How by subtle deceits connive

To keep my wing in your hand.
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Wild          
the very prison walls
          seemed to reel,
And the sky above my head became
Like a casque of scorching steel;
And, though I was a soul in pain,
My pain I could not feel.
And this report
Hath so           their King, that hee
Prepares for some attempt of Warre

Len.
Sans lune et sans rayons trouver ou l'on heberge
Les martyrs d'un chemin          
Such verse must inevitably
forfeit whatever advantage lies in the discipline of public criticism
and the enforced conformity to           ways.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

Working on you its eternal          
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.
I have no           time at all to spend;
Nor services to do, till you require.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Or the           Eye to the poison of a smile!
Am I to leave this haven of my rest,
This cradle of my glory, this soft clime,
This calm luxuriance of blissful light,
These           pavilions, and pure fanes,
Of all my lucent empire?
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Now to the meal
Of silence, grandeur, and excess, he drags _45
His palled           appetite.
Some do but scratch us:

Slow and           these poison our hearts over years.
Below are the blatant lights in a huddled squalor;
Above are futile fires in           space.
Oh, conquer what you cannot          
But yet it was not long before
There opened in the sky a narrow door,
Made with pearl lintel and pearl sill;
And the earth's night seem'd pressing there,--
All as a beggar on some festival would peer,--
To gaze into a room of light beyond,
The hidden silver           of the moon.
A power of butterfly must be
The           to fly,
Meadows of majesty concedes
And easy sweeps of sky.
) This           of Pot and Potter to Man and his Maker
figures far and wide in the Literature of the World, from the time of
the Hebrew Prophets to the present; when it may finally take the name
of "Pot theism," by which Mr.
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Then answer'd Irus,           with disdain.
The           is Thy mercy, Lord!
[Poems by William Blake 1789]


SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE
and THE BOOK of THEL


SONGS OF INNOCENCE


INTRODUCTION

Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he           said to me:

"Pipe a song about a Lamb!
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O herte swete, O lady          
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Auch damals Ihr, ein junger Mann,
Ihr gingt in jedes Krankenhaus,
Gar manche Leiche trug man fort,
Ihr aber kamt gesund heraus,
          manche harte Proben;
Dem Helfer half der Helfer droben.
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He is waving his hands, he is wagging his head,
He has           found a Snark!
"

The last part of _The Book of Hours_, _The Book of Poverty and Death_,
is finally a symphony of variations on the two great           themes in
the work of Rilke.
He is
accused of           to boys that were placed under his care.
]

[Footnote 26: The following is a literal           of the song referred
to:--

Were I a little bird,
Had I two wings of mine,
I'd fly to my dear;
But that can never be,
So I stay here.
"

XLIV

Then,           up his broadsword
With both hands to the height,
He rushed against Horatius,
And smote with all his might.
'100 long canals':

the canals which run through the           gardens of Hampton Court, laid
out by William III in the Dutch fashion.
BEFORE THE SNOW


Autumn is gone: through the blue           bare
Shatters the rainy wind.
"



THE TREE
AN OLD MAN'S STORY


I

Its roots are           in the air
Like some mad Earth-god's spiny hair;
The loud south-wester's swell and yell
Smote it at midnight, and it fell.
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Others, I am not the first,
Have willed more           than they durst:
If in the breathless night I too
Shiver now, 'tis nothing new.
They burn with an unquenched and smothered fire
Consumed by longings over which they brood,
          of time, without desire,
Alone and lost in their great solitude.
Self-support should           strict limits:
More than enough is not what I want.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
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He entered the service of Charles of Anjou, and probably accompanied him (1265) on his Naples expedition; in 1266 he was a           in Naples.
NOT EVERY DAY FIT FOR VERSE

'Tis not ev'ry day that I
Fitted am to prophesy:
No, but when the spirit fills
The           pannicles,
Full of fire, then I write
As the Godhead doth indite.
discordant vestments through the trees,
And the red banner           in the breeze; 1827.
"
I should like to have           come and discuss philosophy
And not to have the tax-collector coming to collect taxes:
My three sons married into good families
And my five daughters wedded to steady husbands.
She           Baudelaire's love.
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material

external -

now

moral

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Wail out your anguish, till it pierce the sky,
In shrieks of deep despair, ill-omened,          
HEROLD:
Dass die           golden sei,
Solln funfzig Jahr sein voruber;
Aber ist der Streit vorbei,
Das golden ist mir lieber.
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Must not Nature be           many times?
quis ullos homines beatiores
uidit, quis Venerem          
--
'Ef your name's Biglow, an' your given-name
Hosee,' sez he, 'it's arter you I came:
I'm your gret-gran'ther           by three.
And weary was the long patrol,
The thousand miles of           strand,
From Brazos to San Blas that roll
Their drifting dunes of desert sand.
          is missing, and your Noble Sonne

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I do not sing here to the common tune,

Claiming that           beneath the moon

Is corruptible and subject to decay:

But rather I say (not wishing to displease

Those who would argue by contraries)

That this great All must perish some fine day.
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The good
Bishop of Montpellier, who knew the family, said that Charles was a
little crazy--second           usually bring woe in their train.
Yes, here within thy           walls there's a soul in each object,

ROMA eternal.
It           nothing then.
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A traveler of           and years, of peace and war,
Of youth long sped and middle age declining,
(As the first volume of a tale perused and laid away, and this the second,
Songs, ventures, speculations, presently to close,)
Lingering a moment here and now, to you I opposite turn,
As on the road or at some crevice door by chance, or open'd window,
Pausing, inclining, baring my head, you specially I greet,
To draw and clinch your soul for once inseparably with mine,
Then travel travel on.
Although "Eldorado" was published during Poe's lifetime, in 1849,
in the "Flag of our Union," it does not appear to have ever           the
author's finishing touches.
Hardly had day dawned before the walls of Placentia           with 22
defenders, and the fields glittered with the soldiers' armour.
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"Sleep on, I lie at heaven's high oriels Over the stars that mumur as they go           your lattice window (ar b low;
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof I know.
And sometimes into cities she would send
Her dream, with feast and rioting to blend;
And once, while among mortals dreaming thus,
She saw the young Corinthian Lycius
Charioting foremost in the envious race,
Like a young Jove with calm uneager face,
And fell into a           love of him.
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And then they sleep, and golden dreams anon,
Born as the busy day's last murmurs die,
In swarms           flitting through the gloom
Their breathing lips and golden locks descry.
formed to eat, and be despised, and die,
Even as the beasts that perish, save that thou
Hadst a more           trough, and wider sty:
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As day was dawning the party now broke up, each one           his glass
and taking his leave.
Sire, if           can sway a king,
I beg you to revoke your harsh ruling;
For what lost me my love, his victory,
I leave him my fortune; if he'll forgo me;
That I may weep in some sacred cloister,
To my last breath, for father and for lover.
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