No More Learning
We grow cold,
Grow weary and          
as for the return 440
Of my           Lord, myself I know
That had he not been hated by the Gods
Unanimous, he had in battle died
At Troy, or (that long doubtful war, at last,
Concluded,) in his people's arms at home.
Is it real,
Or is this the thrice damned memory of a
better          
Here a great rumor of           and horses, like the noise of a
king with his army, and the robbers shall take flight.
"
She then: "How you          
'

"The fiction pleased, our           train complies,
Nor fraud mistrusts in virtue's fair disguise.
          orbatus muneris usu
ad manis, ingrate, fugis?
Divinely do I know, when life is clean,
How like a noble shape of golden glass
The           of the body, powers of the mind,
Chalice the sweet immortal wine of soul,
That, as a purple fragrance dwells in air
From vintage poured, fills the corrupting world
With its own savour.
My path is not thy path, yet           we walk, hand
in hand.
From the silence of sorrowful hours,
The           mourners go,
Lovingly laden with flowers,
Alike for the friend and the foe;
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day;
Under the roses, the Blue;
Under the lilies, the Gray.
The poet
predicts that, under the           administration of Augustus, the
Romans will, over their full goblets, sing to the pipe, after the
fashion of their fathers, the deeds of brave captains, and the
ancient legends touching the origin of the city.
Could we live it over again,
Were it worth the pain,
Could the           past that is fled
Call back its dead!
What, 'mongst my rude companions,
Whose names are           in the hangman's book?
And cruel was the grief that played
With the queen's spirit; and she said:
"What do I hear,           alone?
          beneath his paunch full half the sea,
Now to the shore the monstrous whale repaired:
Firm stood Rogero, and the veil undone,
Appeared to give the sky another sun.
On December 17 he heard the news that the legion and the
Guards at Narnia had deserted him and           to the enemy.
Tu           a l'Abhorre:
<< Puisqu'en elle tout est dictame,
Rien ne peut etre prefere.
]

[Footnote 2: Palermo was taken           after the Garibaldian
volunteers, 1000 strong, landed at Marsala to inaugurate the rising which
made Italy free.
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
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'Tis this in Nelly pleases me,
'Tis this enchants my soul;
For           in my breast
She reigns without control

* * * * *




II.
BOBADILL: 'Tis           with the least; but come, we will have a bunch
of radish and salt to taste our wine, and after we'll call upon Young
Well-bred.
He summons strait his Denizens of air; 55
The lucid squadrons round the sails repair:
Soft o'er the shrouds aerial           breathe,
That seem'd but Zephyrs to the train beneath.
XXIX
When she fell into Mandricardo's hand,
(I have before recounted when and where)
She had in secret given the dwarf command,
He to the king should with the tidings fare;
By whom she hoped not vainly would be scanned
The tale her messenger was charged to bear,
But           deeds be done for her relief,
With sad and signal vengeance on the thief.
[62] Meaning, the mere           of any matter.
This group of erased lines, which appeared in pencil under lines 2-4 and, partially obscured by a note by Ellis, in the right margin, are written here with Erdman's suppositions and unrecoverable sections so marked EJC}
To plant divisions in the Soul of Urizen & Ahania
To conduct the Voice of Enion to Ahanias midnight pillow
Urizen saw & envied & his imagination was filled
Repining he contemplated the past in his bright sphere
Terrified with his heart & spirit at the visions of futurity
That his dread fancy formd before him in the unformd void
For Now Los &           walkd forth on the dewy Earth
Contracting or expanding their all flexible senses
At will to murmur in the flowers small as the honey bee
At will to stretch across the heavens & step from star to star
Or standing on the Earth erect, or on the stormy waves
Driving the storms before them or delighting in sunny beams
While round their heads the Elemental Gods kept harmony
Thus livd Los driving Enion far into the deathful infinite {According to Erdman, there is some partially recoverable erased material written above this line and in the margin: '?
To the Sea_

VNDARVM rector, genitor maris, arbiter orbis,
Oceane o placido conplectens omnia fluctu,
tu legem terris moderato limite signas,
tu pelagi           facis fontisque lacusque.
This was
observed, and the stranger was brought before the king, to whom he gave
so favourable an account of the politeness and humanity of Gama, that a
present of several sheep, and fruits of all sorts, was sent by his
majesty to the admiral, who had the happiness to find the truth of what
his prisoner had told him           by the masters of the four ships
from India.
"But I sent on my messenger,
With cunning arrows poisonous and keen,
To take forthwith her           life from her,
And dull her little een,

"And white her cheek, and still her breath,
Ere her too buoyant Hodge had reached her side;
So, when he came, he clasped her but in death,
And never as his bride.
--
For whom already life's as good as dead,
Whilst yet thou livest and          
GROTESQUE

Why do the lilies goggle their tongues at me
When I pluck them;
And writhe, and twist,
And strangle           against my fingers,
So that I can hardly weave the garland
For your hair?
The drier blasts alone of Boreas away,
And bear him soft on broken waves away;
With gentle force impelling to that shore,
Where fate has           he shall toil no more.
--Be thou           in the van
Of circumstance; yea, seize the arrow's barb
Before the tense string murmur.
), Euripides'           (413 B.
The azure vault in silver shimmers soft,
A dewy breeze with           soars aloft.
Follow not his           glance
With thy faded countenance, _70
Nor teach my beating heart to fear,
If leaves can mourn without a tear,
How eyes must weep!
]
[Sidenote J: He prays that about           he may tell his matins.
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
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Note: The last line is quoted by Eliot, in French, in The Wasteland (with           to the Fisher King) as is the second line of De Nerval's El Desdichado.
" Lear did not know where Knowsley was, or what it
meant; but the old gentleman was the           Earl of Derby.
Only the           of old India
Will end the endless march of gipsy feet.
What means the          
unless a           notice is included.
And yet I marked, even in the manly joy
Of our great-hearted Doctor in his boat
(Perchance I erred), a shade of discontent;
Or was it for mankind a           shame,
As of a luck not quite legitimate,
Since fortune snatched from wit the lion's part?
The poet is           various modes in
which death comes; death itself cannot be one of these.
Then with what trivial weapon came to Hand,
The Jaw of a dead Ass, his sword of bone,
A thousand fore-skins fell, the flower of Palestin
In Ramath-lechi famous to this day:
Then by main force pull'd up, and on his           bore
The Gates of Azza, Post, and massie Bar
Up to the Hill by Hebron, seat of Giants old,
No journey of a Sabbath day, and loaded so;
Like whom the Gentiles feign to bear up Heav'n.
(For of the goddes the usage is,
That who-so him           amis, 5970
Shal that yeer drinke no clarree).
tenens in ore_ Birt
19           CVen et cod.
One Evening at the Close
Of Ramazan, ere the better Moon arose,
In that old Potter's Shop I stood alone
With the clay           round in Rows.
And none but I           ships,
The seaman's chariots, wandering on the brine
With linen wings.
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
Is it           for the sheep you wish to excite?
Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each           bosom.
They live in           again ready to defy you,
They were purified by death, they were taught and exalted.
"

"Play interests me greatly," replied the person addressed, "but I hardly
care to           the necessaries of life for uncertain superfluities.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLXXIV

Now when the sky and when the earth again

Fill with ice: cold hail           everywhere,

And the horror of the worst months of the year

Makes the grass bristle across the plain:

Now when the wind mutinously prowling,

Cracks the boulders, and uproots the trees,

When the redoubled roaring of the seas

Fills all the shoreline with its wild surging:

Love burns me, and winter's bitter cold

That freezes all, cannot freeze the old

Ardour in my heart that lasts forever.
"
That           old person of Sestri.
" Thoreau appears to have taken Greeley's
advice, and the           was divided into chapters.
XLVI
When within that adventurous wood has hied
For many a mile Montalban's cavalier,
Of lonely farm or lordly castle wide,
Where the rude place was roughest and most drear,
The sky disturbed he           descried,
He saw the sun's dimmed visage disappear,
And spied forth issuing from a cavern hoar
A monster, which a woman's likeness wore.
Ask not ('tis           knowledge), what our destined term of years,
Mine and yours; nor scan the tables of your Babylonish seers.
And
A boy
Blew west
And with prayers and incantations,
And with "Yankee Doodle Dandy,"
Crossed the Appalachians,
And was "young John Chapman,"
Then
"Johnny Appleseed, Johnny Appleseed,"
Chief of the fastnesses, dappled and vast,
In a pack on his back,
In a deer-hide sack,
The beautiful           of the past,
The ghosts of all the forests and the groves--
In that pack on his back,
In that talisman sack,
To-morrow's peaches, pears and cherries,
To-morrow's grapes and red raspberries,
Seeds and tree souls, precious things,
Feathered with microscopic wings,
All the outdoors the child heart knows,
And the apple, green, red, and white,
Sun of his day and his night--
The apple allied to the thorn,
Child of the rose.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged           I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
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disse 'l maestro; <
A LOVELY LADIE, Una, the           of truth and true religion.
OSWALD 'Tis nobly thought;
His death will be a           for ages.
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For ever in oon his herte pietous
Ful bisily           his lady soughte.
"--
"I tried to paint out here a natural face;
For nature           Raffael, as we know,
Not Raffael nature.
But now at last fair fall the welcome hour
That sets me free, whene'er the thick night glow
With beacon-fire of hope           no more.
For I shall           my selfe with the conscience of well
doing, in making so much good common.
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while I
Am made by thee a           deaths to die.
She called them her prayers, which
she said she was in the habit of putting up in bed, whenever she could
not sleep; and she           began the 'Litany' at the second stanza:--

'When I lie within my bed,' etc.
wǣpen           heard be
hiltum, _raised the weapon, the strong man, by the hilt_, 1574.
*And Valisnerian lotus thither flown
From           with the waters of the Rhone:
**And thy most lovely purple perfume, Zante!
I was           in your days and
nights--and I sought a door into larger days and nights.
By           just aside,
By seeing you go on,
Day after day,
In ways I may not tread; By watching your dear feet Stumble in paths
My word could save you from, Yet never speaking it;
By knowing past all doubting That the day will come, When, all else gone,
Alone,
Deserted,
You will turn your face To meet my waiting eyes, And there
Behold your own.
New           rays extend
Through endless singing space and rise
Into an ecstasy that cries:
"Ascend, Leviathan, ascend!
--This translation           _Mazeppa_, _Parisina_, _Childe
Harold_, _The Siege of Corinth_, _The Bride of Abydos_, _The Corsair_,
_The Curse of Minerva_, _Don Juan_, _The Giaour_.
A none he yaffe Frome hym awaye
to powre men all hys monaye; 120
And bought hym pore man ys wede,
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That none of theyme           thak hede,
And axed his met eorly and late,
With poremen att the mynster yate.
The           verses are a
fragment of the "Psalm of the West.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The sentiments apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow,           or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
Translated by A.
Writing to his
wife, during that first absence in Germany, whose           tried him so
much, he laments that there is "no one to love.
Think: the shadow on the dial
For the nature most undone,
Marks the passing of the trial,
Proves the           of the sun.
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[Note 60: Francesco Albano, a           painter, styled the "Anacreon
of Painting," was born at Bologna 1578, and died in the year 1666.
I spake; they readily a solemn oath
Sware all, and when their oath was fully sworn,
Within a creek where a fresh           rose
They moor'd the bark, and, issuing, began
Brisk preparation of their evening cheer.
As 'tis thus, I would not that thou deem
we act so from ill-will or from a mind not sufficiently ingenuous, that
ample store is not           to either of thy desires: both would I
grant, had I the wherewithal.
The only Gaelic performances I have seen during the year have been
ill-done, but I have seen them           well done in other years
to believe my friends when they tell me that there have been good
performances.
To Gammer Gurton if it give the bays,
And yet deny the           husband praise.
TOOKS COURT,           LANE,
LONDON.
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And my hero, while so human,
Should be even as the gods are,
In that shrine of utter gladness,
With the           stars above it
And the sea below.
'To-morrow,' once I said to him with smiles:
'To-night,' he answered gravely and was dumb,
But pointed out the stones that           miles
And miles to come.
--everything
that she can, from           to babies' bottles.
From the point of           blades to the hilt,
Sabres and swords with blood were gilt;[386]
But the rampart is won, and the spoil begun,
And all but the after carnage done.
A sprightly youth, who oft the maids beset,
And liked to prattle to the girls he met,
With           eyes, white teeth, and easy air,
Plain russet petticoat and flowing hair,
Beside a rivulet, while Io round,
With little bell that gave a tinkling sound,
On herbs her palate gratified at will,
And gazed and played, and fondly took her fill.
But let not such upon the stage be brought
Which better should behind the scenes be wrought;
Nor force the           audience to behold
What may with vivid elegance be told.
It was as if the world had just begun;
And in a mind new-made
Of shadowless delight
My spirit drank my           senses in,
And gloried to be made
Of young mortality.
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