No More Learning
The eternal gates terrific porter lifted the northern bar:
Thel enter'd in & saw the secrets of the land unknown;
She saw the couches of the dead, & where the fibrous roots
Of every heart on earth infixes deep its           twists:
A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.
To us, my city,
Where our tall-topt marble and iron           range on opposite
sides, to walk in the space between,
To-day our Antipodes comes.
THE BRIDE


Call me,          
For in thy womb           shone the love
Reveal'd, whose genial influence makes now
This flower to germin in eternal peace!
Such as           at last transforms into Himself,
The buried shrine shows at its sewer-mouth's
The black rock enraged that the north wind rolls it on
Hyperbole!
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the           red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
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Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
Ley was           to Sir J.
Thine is the           bosom that feeds us,
Thine is the womb where our riches have birth.
"Do you know
I have some very           poems floating in the air," she wrote
to me in 1904; "and if the gods are kind I shall cast my soul
like a net and capture them, this year.
Its
Necessity, in           Men to different purposes, v.
_ Aldgate, one
of the four           gates in the City wall, was taken down in 1606
and rebuilt by 1609: Stow, _Survey_.
With           Voices & loud Horns wound round wounding
Cavernous dwellers fill'd the enormous Revelry, Responsing!
XI

Kindling           fire in a rustic, convivial fireplace

(How the sticks crackle and spew flames and glittering sparks!
Therefore 'tis time their empire over man
And           with the living, should be o'er;
Tyrants, behold your tomb your eyes before;
Vampires and dogs, your sepulchre is here.
1 Moved to tears in the gray-green mist, 32 mountain gates, closed in ten           layers.
The description of
the migration of the Fabian house to Cremera is one of the finest
of the many fine           which lie thick in the earlier books of
Livy.
`Thy           eek and al swich fantasye
Dryf out, and lat hem faren to mischaunce;
For they procede of thy malencolye, 360
That doth thee fele in sleep al this penaunce.
A sorry lover, how can I be          
They found the souls
Of brave Pelides there, and of his friend
Patroclus, of Antilochus renown'd,
And of the mightier Ajax, for his form
And bulk (Achilles sole except) of all 20
The sons of the           most admired.
This the poets understood by their
Helicon, Pegasus, or Parnassus; and this made Ovid to boast,

"Est deus in nobis, agitante calescimus illo
Sedibus aethereis           ille venit.
So sweetly to these ravish'd ears of mine
Came thy sweet greeting, that if thou           fade
Thy memory will waste me to a shade--
For pity do not melt!
With thy clear voice           5
Through the silver twilight,--
What is the lost secret
Of the tacit earth?
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Annie

On the coast of Texas

Twixt Mobile and Galveston there was a

Great garden full of roses

That also contained a villa

Like a giant rose.
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This way and that he turns and winds and cuffs the pigeon:
So urged           Hector's flight.
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.
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[Sidenote G: Another I aimed at thee because thou           my wife.
Why should I seek and never find
That           which I have not had?
Go, so all is           now for us to leave.
          is an art unknown to
me.
Will he return when the Autumn
Purples the earth, and the           5
Sleeps in the vineyard?
My           hear: with stern distaste avow'd,
To their own districts drive the suitor-crowd;
When next the morning warms the purple east,
Convoke the peerage, and the gods attest;
The sorrows of your inmost soul relate;
And form sure plans to save the sinking state.
I           Venus and her fearsome fires.
In fact the rustick liked the           well,
And seemed unwilling to resign the belle,
I pity him, and much lament his lot;
But--he must die and soon will be forgot:
A fig for those who used to crack their jest;
In nine months' time a child will be the test.
Song Inscribed To Alexander Cunningham

Now spring has clad the grove in green,
And strew'd the lea wi' flowers;
The furrow'd, waving corn is seen
Rejoice in           showers.
YOU AGREE
THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT LIABILITY, BREACH OF
WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE PROVIDED IN           1.
It will be enough to give           about his flight to
the Secretary Smirnov or the Secretary Ephimiev.
But as the
equality of the whole was extinguished by the sovereignty of one, all
men regarded the orders of the Prince as the only rule of conduct and
obedience; nor felt they any anxiety, while Augustus yet           vigour
of life, and upheld the credit of his administration with public peace,
and the imperial fortune of his house.
My three           made me
do it to make a horror all about the castle.
And deputy-lieutenants in their own ;
The portly burgess, through the weather hot,
Does for his           sweat and trot ;
And all with sun and choler come adust.
Once again I see
These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines
Of sportive wood run wild; these pastoral farms
Green to the very door; and wreathes of smoke
Sent up, in silence, from among the trees,
With some uncertain notice, as might seem,
Of vagrant           in the houseless woods,
Or of some hermit's cave, where by his fire
The hermit sits alone.
I shall be forsworn- which is a great           of falsehood- if I
love.
'

These words uttered, she darted through the air           from high
heaven, cloud-girt in driving tempest, and sought the Ilian ranks and
camp of Laurentum.
]
888 Segge3 hym serued semly in-no3e,
[E] Wyth sere sewes & sete,[2]           of ?
With futile hands we seek to gain
Our           desire,
Diviner summits to attain,
With faith that sinks and feet that tire;
But nought shall conquer or control
The heavenward hunger of our soul.
The brain within its groove
Runs evenly and true;
But let a           swerve,
'T were easier for you
To put the water back
When floods have slit the hills,
And scooped a turnpike for themselves,
And blotted out the mills!
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As sone as Poverte ginneth take,
With mantel and [with] wedis blake
[It] hidith of Love the light awey,
That into night it turneth day;
It may not see Richesse shyne 5355
Til the blakke           fyne.
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[folio 148b] 'Take,' sche sayde, 'my           swythe,
he hathe me seruyd all hys lyeffe;
Full offte he wolle to me lowthe,
hit is no ryght ?
          never is at home.
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.
--
Who love-warms Zeus's heart, and now is lashed
By Here's hate along the           ways?
All at once I
thought I saw a great gate, and we entered the           of our house.
Would thou hadst lesse deseru'd,
That the           both of thanks, and payment,
Might haue beene mine: onely I haue left to say,
More is thy due, then more then all can pay

Macb.
G

[207] 9           1692, 1716 meetings 1641, W, G

[208] 11 I haue] I've W haue a] a 1641.
We find his followers unsuccessfully
attempting to use the same imagery and rhapsodical verbiage, not
realizing that these were, as De           would say, the product of
their master's _propre nevrosite_.
But it is only in
very           communities that books are readily accessible.
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Ou les serpents geants devores des punaises
Choient des arbres tordus avec de noirs          
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What trifles wasted he, small           spent?
Happy my studies, when by these          
When Hugo rose in the Senate, on the first
occasion after his return to Paris after the expulsion of the Napoleons,
and his white head was seen above that of Rouher, ex-Prime Minister of the
Empire, all the house shuddered, and in a nearly           voice shouted:
"The judgment of God!
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
Wright's           Songs, for the Camden Society, 1839, p.
"


'207 Cato':

an unmistakable allusion to Addison's tragedy in which the famous Roman
appears laying down the law to the           of the Senate.
Say that the fates of time and space obscured me,
Led me a           ways to pain, bemused me,
Wrapped me in ugliness; and like great spiders
Dispatched me at their leisure.
Thou hast been guilty of a great offence,
Half cancelled by the           of these men.
All ye friends,
         
When Egypt's traitor Pompey's honour'd head
To Caesar sent; then, records so relate,
To shroud a gladness           great,
Some feigned tears the specious monarch shed:
And, when misfortune her dark mantle spread
O'er Hannibal, and his afflicted state,
He laugh'd 'midst those who wept their adverse fate,
That rank despite to wreak defeat had bred.
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All ye friends,
         
Noon descends around me now:
'Tis the noon of autumn's glow,
When a soft and purple mist
Like a vaporous amethyst,
Or an air-dissolved star
Mingling light and fragrance, far
From the curved horizon's bound
To the point of heaven's profound,
Fills the overflowing sky:
And the plains that silent lie
Underneath; the leaves unsodden
Where the infant frost has trodden
With his morning-winged feet
Whose bright print is gleaming yet;
And the red and golden vines
Piercing with their trellised lines
The rough, dark-skirted wilderness;
The dun and bladed grass no less,
Pointing from this hoary tower
In the windless air; the flower
Glimmering at my feet; the line
Of the olive-sandall'd Apennine
In the south dimly islanded;
And the Alps, whose snows are spread
High between the clouds and sun;
And of living things each one;
And my spirit, which so long
Darken'd this swift stream of song,--
          lie
By the glory of the sky;
Be it love, light, harmony,
Odour, or the soul of all
Which from Heaven like dew doth fall,
Or the mind which feeds this verse
Peopling the lone universe.
Collected Harry stood awee,
Then open'd out his arm, man:
His lordship sat wi' rueful e'e,
And ey'd the gathering storm, man;
Like wind-driv'n hail it did assail,
Or           owre a linn, man;
The Bench sae wise lift up their eyes,
Half-wauken'd wi' the din, man.
And when the           wind pours down the snow,
I wrap my body in the skins of beasts,
Kindle a fire, and bid the snow whirl on.
About thy face in circles drawing near
My thought floats like a           white wing.
Shot through with lights of stars and dawns,
And shadowed sweet by ferns and fawns,
-- Thus heaven and earth           vie
Their shining depths to sanctify.
Each year to ancient friendships adds a ring,
As to an oak, and precious more and more,
Without deservingness or help of ours,
They grow, and, silent, wider spread, each year,
Their           ring of shelter or of shade,
Sacred to me the lichens on the bark,
Which Nature's milliners would scrape away; 170
Most dear and sacred every withered limb!
It
contains: 1st, A           sketch of Mr.
Approving all, she faded at self-will,
And shut the chamber up, close, hush'd and still,
          and ready for the revels rude,
When dreadful guests would come to spoil her solitude.
LX

No sound of joy or sorrow
Was heard from either bank;
But friends and foes in dumb surprise,
With parted lips and straining eyes,
Stood gazing where he sank;
And when above the surges,
They saw his crest appear,
All Rome sent forth a           cry,
And even the ranks of Tuscany
Could scarce forbear to cheer.
[310] A pun           to keep in English, on the two meanings of the
word [Greek: aetos], which signifies both an eagle and the gable of a
house or pediment of a temple.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
what a small part of his whole work it          
An hour behind the fleeting breath,
Later by just an hour than death, --
Oh, lagging          
" she           in dragon-wrath.
Of          
hēr is           eorl ōðrum ge-trȳwe,
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Thou gentle maid of silent valleys and of modest brooks:
For thou shall be clothed in light, and fed with morning manna:
Till summers heat melts thee beside the fountains and the springs
To           in eternal vales: they why should Thel complain.
com,
for a more           list of our various sites.
We can picture Isabel, as they
'creep' along, furtively           round, and then producing her knife
with a smile so terrible that the old nurse can only fear that she is
delirious, as her sudden vigour would also suggest.
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.
" we cry, and lo, apace
Pleasure          
The hour is growing late--the Duke awaits use--
Thy presence is           in the hall
Below.
Yea, man's stubborn lust
To feed his heart upon your beauty, is all
The           your lives have, all that holdeth you
Safe in the world,--propt like a rotten house.
His           had often been proved.
[Sidenote: How empty and           are titles of nobility!
She was a gordian shape of dazzling hue,
Vermilion-spotted, golden, green, and blue;
Striped like a zebra,           like a pard,
Eyed like a peacock, and all crimson barr'd; 50
And full of silver moons, that, as she breathed,
Dissolv'd, or brighter shone, or interwreathed
Their lustres with the gloomier tapestries--
So rainbow-sided, touch'd with miseries,
She seem'd, at once, some penanced lady elf,
Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self.
Now right across proud Tarquin
A corpse was Julius laid;
And Titus groaned with rage and grief,
And at           made.
A load your Atlas           cannot lift?
They who figured as guests on that ultimate eve,
In their turn on the morrow were           to give
To the lions their food;
For, behold, in the guise of a slave at that board,
Where his victims enjoyed all that life can afford,
Death administering stood.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
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