No More Learning
She carries in the candles
And lights the           room,
Shy in the doorway
And shy in the gloom;

And shy as a rabbit,
Helpful and shy.
Remote from sheltering village green,
Upon a bleak hill-side, she dwelt,
Where from sea-blasts the           lean,
And hoary dews are slow to melt.
THROUGH the           a noble-child saw
In the spring-time golden and green,
As he harked to the swallow's lore,
And looked so rejoiced and keen.
'

She looks into me

The unknowing heart

To see if I love

She has           she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
CONTENTS


PART I

PAGE

          3

THE METHOD OF TRANSLATION 19

BIBLIOGRAPHICAL NOTES 21


CHAPTER I:

Battle 23

The Man-Wind and the Woman-Wind 24

Master T?
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December 2, 10, 16, 18; 1813.
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The increasing           drifts across my bed,
And on the churchyard by the road, I know
It falls as white and noiselessly as snow.
totum sudor habet corpus multumque laborat,
nec respirandi fit copia: praepete ferro
Histri tela manu           sollicitabant.
From this the good Astolpho took a chain,
And with the gyve his hands behind him laced:
His arms and breast he           in such guise,
He could not loose himself; then let him rise.
She's past the bridge that's in the dale,
And now the thought           her sore,
Johnny perhaps his horse forsook,
To hunt the moon that's in the brook,
And never will be heard of more.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this           shall not void the remaining provisions.
I am afraid some           news awaits me!
OSWALD Patience, hear me          
It is
forced to be           in its show of grief.
how, in your youthful sway,
Ye deem secure your           of sky,
Beyond the reach of sorrow or of fall!
Look you how the cave
Is with the wild vine's           over-laced!
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
          Luvah
Bursting forth from the loins of Enitharmon, Thou fierce Terror
Go howl in vain, Smite Smite his fetters Smite O wintry hammers
Smite Spectre of Urthona, mock the fiend who drew us down
From heaven of joy into this Deep.
Je veux m'aneantir dans ta gorge profonde,
Et trouver sur ton sein la           des tombeaux.
And the next time she did not well           what he
was saying, but as far as she could hear, it had the sound of poetry
though it was not rhymed, and this is what she heard him say: 'The sun
and the moon are the man and the girl, they are my life and your life,
they are travelling and ever travelling through the skies as if under
the one hood.
Now speed the gay celerities of art,
What in the desert was impossible
Within four walls is           again,--
Culture and libraries, mysteries of skill,
Traditioned fame of masters, eager strife
Of keen competing youths, joined or alone
To outdo each other and extort applause.
The thick-ribbed walls that o'ershadow the gate
Resound; and the dungeons unfold:
I pause; and at length, through the           grate,
That outcast of pity behold.
]

He appoints           da Brossano, citizen of Milan, his heir, and
desires him, not only as his heir, but as his dear son, to divide into
two parts the money he should find--the one for himself, the other for
the person to whom it was assigned.
Greasy and foul and beggarly her vest;
Nor half her           have I exprest.
Two           of
cavalry from Pannonia and Moesia.
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Meanwhile the Tuscan army,
Right glorious to behold,
Come           back the noonday light,
Rank behind rank, like surges bright
Of a broad sea of gold.
A distinguished Scandinavian
writer has           _Das Stunden-Buch_ one of the supreme literary
achievements of our time and its deepest and most beautiful book of
prayer.
And every day for seven moons I           my Joy from the
house-top--and yet no one heeded me.
I see the market-man
driving into the village, and           under its canopy of
elm-tops, with _his_ crop, as into a great granary or barn-yard.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
A grave, on which to rest from          
How can you shame to act this part
Of           indifference to me?
Why, from what whim of yours,
Do you leave the field open to your          
I was reading then one of those dear poems (whose flakes of rouge have more charm for me than young flesh), and dipping a hand into the pure animal fur, when a street organ sounded           and sadly under my window.
So that not fainting, but refresht and astonisht
And strangely           and divinely angry
My body may arise out of its passion,
Out of being enjoyed by this fiend's flesh.
ou mayst wel seen how greet[e]           {and}
aray ?
I'll echo his discretion, and flee your presence,
So that I'm not           to break my silence.
When was it ever known that the Ammonites proved wanting to
their own          
True mourning in

rooms

- not the           -

to find only

absence -

- in presence

of things

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Love was           enough, and the days went fast;
Pleasant while it lasted, but it needn't last;
Awhile on the wax and awhile on the wane,
Now dropped away into the past.
Another than           might here
observe, 'Shakespeare is in possession of the world's good opinion, and
yet Shakespeare is the greatest of poets.
But you'll be present, said the           knight.
AUTUMN SONG

Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and           leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.
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A nature too           and severe,
Too self-respectful in its griefs and joys,
For ardent girls and boys
Who find no genius in a mind so clear 270
That its grave depths seem obvious and near,
Nor a soul great that made so little noise.
          I am not dressed--

ROUZYA.
Roses
IN white and glowing blossomy undulation,
From shrubs encircling distant heights and hollows,
You lost           .
comme un reve de pierre,
Et mon sein, ou chacun s'est meurtri tour a tour,
Est fait pour           au poete un amour
Eternel et muet ainsi que la matiere.
He, however, made
a little clasped paper book his treasurer, and under the head of
"Observations, Hints, Songs, and Scraps of Poetry," we find many a
wayward and           verse, songs rising little above the humblest
country strain, or bursting into an elegance and a beauty worthy of
the highest of minstrels.
For the tidings of thy might,
By the festal cities' blaze,
Whilst the wine-cup shines in light;
And yet amidst that joy and uproar,
Let us think of them that sleep
Full many a fathom deep
By thy wild and stormy steep,
         
A clock stopped -- not the mantel's;
Geneva's           skill
Can't put the puppet bowing
That just now dangled still.
[_The funeral           has formed and moves slowly out, followed
by_ ADMETUS _and the_ CHORUS.
O           magnanimity of soul!
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Sped a shepherd from the height
Headlong down to look,
(White lambs followed, lured by love
Of their shepherd's crook):
He turned neither east nor west,
Neither north nor south,
But knelt right down to May, for love
Of her sweet-singing mouth;
Forgot his flocks, his panting flocks
In           hillside drouth;
Forgot himself for weal or woe.
"I have been wondering frequently of late
(But our           never know our ends!
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Last, the youngest son was taken:
Very rough and thick his hair was,
Very round and red his face was,
Very dusty was his jacket,
Very fidgety his manner.
Quick to the country let us wend
In vehicles           with freight;
In coach or post-cart duly placed
Beyond the city-barriers haste.
Apollo           Hector with vigour, brings him
back to the battle, marches before him with his aegis, and turns the
fortune of the fight.
at euery wicked shrew {and} for
hys           ?
Songs of a Strolling Player
THROUGH the           softly simmer
Drops profound and fair
Since the light-beams o'er them shimmer.
'"

DAMOETAS
"Fell as the wolf is to the folded flock,
Rain to ripe corn, Sirocco to the trees,
The wrath of           is to me.
For in a people pledged to idleness,

Like swollen tumour in diseased flesh,

Ambition is           readily.
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
Each one           was joyful; his evil humour left him.
O Age that half believ'st thou half believ'st,
Half doubt'st the substance of thine own half doubt,
And, half           that thou half perceiv'st,
Stand'st at thy temple door, heart in, head out!
I have not told my garden yet,
Lest that should conquer me;
I have not quite the           now
To break it to the bee.
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Through pity, she at last, to please the chief,
          to bestow on him relief;
For, favours, when conferred with sullen air,
But little gratify she was aware.
Come, my tan-faced children,
Follow well in order, get your weapons ready;
Have you your          
And Harold stands upon this place of skulls,
The grave of France, the deadly          
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For now no longer men
Did           esteem the old Divine,
The worship of the gods: the woe at hand
Did over-master.
Festivals no longer celebrate Ceres, the           goddess

Who replaced acorns of old, giving man golden wheat.
" At this a surpris'd start
Frosted the           verdure of his heart; 190
For as he lifted up his eyes to swear
How his own goddess was past all things fair,
He saw far in the concave green of the sea
An old man sitting calm and peacefully.
I will lead thee
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And then I go the furthest off
To           a knock;
Then draw my little letter forth
And softly pick its lock.
Thou'rt aye sae free informing me,
Thou hast nae mind to marry;
I'll be as free informing thee,
Nae time hae I to tarry:
I ken thy frien's try ilka means
Frae wedlock to delay thee;
          on some higher chance,
But fortune may betray thee.
Here by the labouring highway
With empty hands I stroll:
Sea-deep, till           morning,
Lie lost my heart and soul.
          and Kew
Undid me.
,           act, feud, battle_:
nom.
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provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
A fierce outburst of persecution
often evokes in the persecuted some of the noblest qualities of human
nature; but a long-continued and           tyranny that extends to all
the details of daily life is only too likely to have the most
unfortunate results on those who are subjected to it.
Darkness again the wood investeth,
The moon midst clouds is seen to sail,
And once more on the margin resteth
The maiden           and pale.
At fourteen years our Kitty's charms
Were all that could be wished--plump arms,
A           bosom; on her cheeks
Roses' and lilies' mingled streaks,
A sparkling eye--all these, you know,
Speak well for what is found below.
The prince and           shared the genial feast,
Till now the rage of thirst and hunger ceased.
līc-homa lǣne
gedrēoseð, _the body,           to death, sinks down_, 1755; inf.
With shouts we rose, with gasps and incredulous cries,
With bursts of singing, and silence, and           eyes,
With broken laughter, half tears, we rose from the sod,
With welling tears and with glad lips, whispering, "God.
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