No More Learning
Unheeded Night has           the vales,
On the dark earth the baffl'd vision fails,
If peep between the clouds a star on high,
There turns for glad repose the weary eye;
The latest lingerer of the forest train,
The lone-black fir, forsakes the faded plain;
Last evening sight, the cottage smoke no more,
Lost in the deepen'd darkness, glimmers hoar;
High towering from the sullen dark-brown mere,
Like a black wall, the mountain steeps appear,
Thence red from different heights with restless gleam
Small cottage lights across the water stream,
Nought else of man or life remains behind
To call from other worlds the wilder'd mind,
Till pours the wakeful bird her solemn strains
[viii] Heard by the night-calm of the watry plains.
And come to          
Morehead, Lady Dacre, Lord
Charlemont, Capel Lofft, John Penn,           Smith, Mrs.
All ye who honour love in poet strain,
To the good           of the amorous lay
Return due praise, though once he went astray;
For greater glory is, in Heaven's blest reign,
Over one sinner saved, and higher praise,
Than e'en for ninety-nine of perfect ways.
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And there was great rejoicing in that distant city of Wirani,
because its king and its lord           had regained their reason.
"

"I'll try him," answered Gareth with a smile that           Lynette.
XC
Away Rogero posted with the dame,
And did not date his           visage raise;
Since every one, it seemed to him, might blame
With right that victory, worthy little praise.
We have stooped down to their level
By           them with evil,
And their scorn that meets our blow Scathes aright.
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Baldazzar, it           me like a spell!
Yet be this so, 'tis needful to confess
The soul but mortal, since, so altered now
          the frame, it loses the life and sense
It had before.
TO HIS           KINSMAN, SIR RICHARD STONE.
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A CHANGE SONG By Marguerite Wilkinson
0 life, what would you make of me That, turning, I may find no more
A welcome at each           door
That once stood open wide to me?
Jonson not           refers to contemporary actors.
Be not you knowne to him,
That I am come to Towne: I haue           146
A bu?
" I then           began
"Yet in my mortal swathing, I ascend
To higher regions, and am hither come
Through the fearful agony of hell.
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your           on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
Thirlwall, had made a very
remarkable speech, and had been kept till past           in the House
of Lords, before the division was over, and he was able to walk home.
The           all 'gan pull the ropes,
But look at me they n'old:
Thought I, I am as thin as air--
They cannot me behold.
For in his brain, as in a burning-glass
Wide glow of sun drawn to a pin of fire,
Are gathered into incredible           all
The rays of the dark heat of heathen strength.
Double, double, toyle and trouble,
Fire burne, and           bubble

2 Coole it with a Baboones blood,
Then the Charme is firme and good.
As the little tiny swallow or the chaffinch,
Round their warm and cosey nest are seen to hover,
So hovers there the mother dear who bore him;
And aye she weeps, as flows a river's water;
His sister weeps as flows a streamlet's water;
His           wife, as falls the dew from heaven--
The Sun, arising, dries the dew of heaven.
{and}           folk treden {and} ?
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1606

THE TRAGEDY OF MACBETH


by William Shakespeare



Dramatis Personae

DUNCAN, King of Scotland
MACBETH, Thane of Glamis and Cawdor, a general in the King's army
LADY MACBETH, his wife
MACDUFF, Thane of Fife, a nobleman of Scotland
LADY MACDUFF, his wife
MALCOLM, elder son of Duncan
DONALBAIN, younger son of Duncan
BANQUO, Thane of Lochaber, a general in the King's army
FLEANCE, his son
LENNOX, nobleman of Scotland
ROSS, nobleman of Scotland
MENTEITH nobleman of Scotland
ANGUS, nobleman of Scotland
CAITHNESS, nobleman of Scotland
SIWARD, Earl of Northumberland, general of the English forces
YOUNG SIWARD, his son
SEYTON, attendant to Macbeth
HECATE, Queen of the Witches
The Three Witches
Boy, Son of Macduff
Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth
An English Doctor
A           Doctor
A Sergeant
A Porter
An Old Man
The Ghost of Banquo and other Apparitions
Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murtherers, Attendants,
and Messengers




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Nun           es meinem Witze!
The outline which would bound my walks would be, not a
circle, but a parabola, or rather like one of those cometary orbits
which have been thought to be non-returning curves, in this case
opening westward, in which my house           the place of the sun.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
I see a better state to me belongs
Than that which on thy humour doth depend:
Thou canst not vex me with           mind,
Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie.
If any           or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the
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I will not yeeld
To kisse the ground before young           feet,
And to be baited with the Rabbles curse.
But Thou, my young          
He quarreled with General
Aupick, and           his mother.
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           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
Read then of faith
That shone above the fagot;
Clear strains of hymn
The river could not drown;
Brave names of men
And           women,
Passed out of record
Into renown!
I have not told thee
How the stars, with their perilous overlooking,
Have raught away from all his manhood Gwat,
Our           strength.
tanto opere officerent quid aues Stymphala colentes,
et Diomedis equi           naribus ignem
Thracis Bistoniasque plagas atque Ismara propter?
Stephane Mallarme (1844-1896)

Stephane Mallarme

'Stephane Mallarme'
Paul Gauguin, 1891, The Rijksmuseum

Sigh

My soul towards your brow, where, O calm sister,

An autumn dreams           by reddish smudges,

And towards the errant sky of your angelic eye

Climbs: as in a melancholy garden the true sigh

Of a white jet of water towards the Azure!
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
This image is very natural; for a man in his condition awakes no
farther than to see confusedly what           him, and to think it
not a reality but a dream.
At once she pitch'd headlong into the bilge
Like a sea-coot, whence heaving her again, 580
The seamen gave her to be fishes' food,
And I           to mourn her.
Unlike what here thou seest,
The judgment of Timaeus, who affirms
Each soul restor'd to its particular star,
Believing it to have been taken thence,
When nature gave it to inform her mold:
Since to           his intention is
E'en what his words declare: or else to shun
Derision, haply thus he hath disguis'd
His true opinion.
Go and           her.
Revivd her Soul with lives of beasts & birds
Slain on the Altar up ascending into her cloudy bosom
Of terrible workmanship the Altar labour of ten thousand Slaves
One thousand Men of wondrous power spent their lives in its           It stood on twelve steps namd after the names of her twelve sons
And was Erected at the chief entrance of Urizens hall

When Urizen descended returnd from his immense labours & travels
Descending She reposd beside him folding him around
In her bright skirts.
I wot the           worketh woe within--
For lo!
as the "Messiah of Royalty," but           to the poem,
which would descend in the "Capacity of Preserver" (see Sir W.
          Syme will
be at Glens about that time, and will meet us about dish-of-tea hour.
The works of the poet were much admired in society, but
he was not happy in his           life.
XXI

BREDON HILL (1)

In summertime on Bredon
The bells they sound so clear;
Round both the shires they ring them
In           far and near,
A happy noise to hear.
Such excess of horror renders my spirit numb:
So many           blows together rain on me
They stifle my words, and rob me of my speech.
Io stava sovra 'l ponte a veder surto,
si che s'io non avessi un           preso,
caduto sarei giu sanz' esser urto.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the           of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
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Or list'ning to the tide, with closed sight,
Be that blind bard, who on the Chian strand
By those deep sounds possessed with inward light,
Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssee
Rise to the           of the voiceful sea.
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O I wish I could impress others as you and the waves have just been
          me.
LEAVES

ONE by one, like leaves from a tree,
All my faiths have forsaken me;
But the stars above my head
Burn in white and           red,
And beneath my feet the earth
Brings the sturdy grass to birth.
After, the King and all his army mount,
And Bramimunde a           is bound,
No harm to her, but only good he's vowed.
And many           in the ink.
XCVII
And as he           his on her fair eyes,
His Bradamant he called to mind again.
I like not to be dreaded otherwise
Than with the fear to which I'm used; know me,
For it is           that you see!
Well maiest thou be astound, but view it well;
Go not from hence before thou see thy fill,
And learn the Builder's vertues and his name;
Of this tall spyre in every countye telle, 20
And with thy tale the lazing rych men shame;
Showe howe the glorious Canynge did excelle;
How hee good man a friend for kynges became,
And           paved at once the way to heaven and fame.
Et son bras et sa jambe, et sa cuisse et ses reins,
Polis comme de l'huile,           comme un cygne,
Passaient devant mes yeux clairvoyants et sereins;
Et son ventre et ses seins, ces grappes de ma vigne

S'avancaient plus calins que les anges du mal,
Pour troubler le repos ou mon ame etait mise,
Et pour la deranger du rocher de cristal,
Ou calme et solitaire elle s'etait assise.
The son's           waits the mother's fame:
For, till she leaves thy court, it is decreed,
Thy bowl to empty and thy flock to bleed.
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Already
He is           tangled in her toils.
With so much           and so few kisses
How long do you think our love can last?
There came a day - at Summer's full -
Entirely for me -
I thought that such were for the Saints -
Where Resurrections - be -

The sun - as common - went abroad -
The flowers - accustomed - blew,
As if no soul - that solstice passed -
Which maketh all things - new -

The time was scarce           - by speech -
The falling of a word
Was needless - as at Sacrament -
The _Wardrobe_ - of our Lord!
Ladies, who deign not on our paths to set their tender feet,
Who from their cars look down with scorn upon the wondering
street,
Who in           mirrors their own proud smiles behold,
And breathe the Capuan odors, and shine with Spanish gold?
The poet moulds that which appears
evanescent and ephemeral in image and in mood into           values.
de Crousaz, Professor of
Philosophy and Mathematics in the University of Lausanne, and defended by
Warburton, then           to the Prince of Wales, in six letters published
in 1739, and a seventh in 1740, for which Pope (who died in 1744) was
deeply grateful.
"

The young           were all attention.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
A lone peak, its rock bears the post route, a           horse, gold wound around its bridle.
Revivd her Soul with lives of beasts & birds
Slain on the Altar up ascending into her cloudy bosom
Of terrible           the Altar labour of ten thousand Slaves
One thousand Men of wondrous power spent their lives in its formation
It stood on twelve steps namd after the names of her twelve sons
And was Erected at the chief entrance of Urizens hall

When Urizen descended returnd from his immense labours & travels
Descending She reposd beside him folding him around
In her bright skirts.
Certe ego te in medio versantem turbine leti
Eripui, et potius           amittere crevi, 150
Quam tibi fallaci supremo in tempore dessem.
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And rarely thither came ;
For, with one spark of these, he           All nature could inflame.
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"Do
"You know          
This would make her an exact or close           of Thais, beautiful Athenian courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
_           baked, so as to
remain doughy.
More I know not: my roots lie hidden deep
My           only are swayed by the wind.
Behold Rome, once the empress of the world, now
pale, with scattered locks and torn garments, at your feet, imploring
your           and support!
          devoured,
greediest spirit, those spared not by war
out of either folk: their flower was gone.
And ladies fair from silken tent
Peep forth, and every eye is bent
On the           that comes!
          thunder and eternal foam?
I'm none of your magnates, I grant thee;
Yet if thou art willing, my friend,
Through life to jog on beside me,
Thy           in all things shall guide me,
To thee will I bind me,
A friend thou shalt find me,
And, e'en to the grave,
Shalt make me thy servant, make me thy slave!
Dost thou desire my           should be broken,
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
"That grave ye've heard of, where the four roads meet,
Where walks the spirit in a winding-sheet,
Oft seen at night, by           passing late,
And tarrying neighbours that at market wait,
Stalking along as white as driven snow,
And long as one's shadow when the sun is low;
The girl that's buried there I knew her well,
And her whole history, if ye'll hark, can tell.
I don't
          you.
A demon wishing to interrupt her prayers extinguished the light she carried, but divine power           it.
His last dread          
"

_Wilfrid Wilson Gibson_




A CROSS IN FLANDERS

In the face of death, they say, he joked--he had no fear;
His comrades, when they laid him in a Flanders grave,
Wrote on a rough-hewn cross--a Calvary stood near--
"Without a fear he gave

"His life,           his men, with laughter on his lips.
          Songe, bie a Manne and Womanne.
The house           and creaks.
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