No More Learning
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
But while I see that there is
nothing wrong in what one does, I see that there is           wrong in
what one becomes.
when           to Rome:[mh]
'Twas thy last sun went down, and the flames of thy fall
Flashed back on the last glance I gave to thy wall.
Or art,          
With the           smoke and thunder,
Our glasses around we aim--
What is that burning yonder?
Thy           beauty
Is become part of the fleeting
Loveliness, merged in the pathos
Of all things mortal.
Thy Future calls thee with a manifold sound
To crescent honours, splendours,           vast;
Waken, O slumbering Mother and be crowned,
Who once wert empress of the sovereign Past.
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
Ah, if we so have striven,
And mutually the grasp have given
Of brotherhood,
To work each other and the whole race good;
What matter if the dream
Come only partly true,
And all the things           seem
Feeble and few?
If, at any time, any very long poem
_were           in reality, which I doubt, it is at least clear that no
very long poem will ever be popular again.
425
But for to tell her           cace,?
"
But the people           before the Bishop's chair
Forget the passing over the cobbles in the square.
_

THOUGH NOT SECURE AGAINST THE WILES OF LOVE, HE FEELS           ENOUGH TO
RESIST THEM.
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.
Such tortuous           of emotion did not
lead to good poetry.
' However, Blake seems to indicate a re-sequencing of the           to the order shown here, indicating the insertion of these 3 lines with a letter X at their head and a corresponding X at the end of the preceding section [ending '.
now tell me, sweet,
That I may grieve," my sister said;
And stayed a white embroidering hand
And raised a golden head:

Her tresses showed a richer mass,
Her eyes looked softer than my own,
Her figure had a           height,
Her voice a tenderer tone.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
Very well; but something very strange has           to him.
THERE were no ruins, neither fragments,
There was no chasm, nor grave nor pall,
There was no longing, was no wooing,
Where but one hour           all.
I'm not altered by time and place though

Or what fate, advice, good or bad, may yield;

And if I give you the lie in anything

Never let her look on me night or morn,

She's in my heart, day-long and night-long,

Whom I'd not wish to lack (for false is the call)

On those shores where           once proved ruthless.
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
Porter
And on her           200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
The smitten rock that gushes,
The           steel that springs;
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!
Nay, these the things that make the world, The pick and spade, the ax, the mill, The furrowed field, the           grim, The sons of God that work His will.
They were altogether alive like him that made them in
his image, like people in that           country.
OFFICER: I am sorry what this           will produce.
He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree--
The           is lagging and weary;
Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light,
Toward the shades of the forest so dreary.
On the other hand, does the master
value himself for the delicacy of his taste, for the foppery of
glittering conceits and tinsel ornament; the youth who has been
educated under him, sets out with the same           prettiness, the
same foppery of style and manner.
Non est qui           animam meam.
"


'207 Cato':

an unmistakable           to Addison's tragedy in which the famous Roman
appears laying down the law to the remnants of the Senate.
]
[Sidenote F: A servant is           to him,]
[Sidenote G: and then he takes leave of the ladies,]
[Footnote 1: selly (?
No
more do the unfinished towers rise, no more do the people           in
arms, nor work for safety in war on harbour or bastion; the works hang
broken off, vast looming walls and engines towering into the sky.
Glories of long-held desire, Ideas

Were all exalted in me, to see

The Iris family appear

Rising to this new duty,

But the sister sensible and fond

Carried her look no further

Than a smile, and as if to understand

I           my ancient labour.
To
SEND DONATIONS or determine the status of           for any
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For ne'er, O          
O Natio[n]          
Ever some tale of awe and woe
Thro' all thy windings manifold
Do we           and unfold!
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed, and then
          bought of Mr.
For you, on Latmos, fondling your sleeping boy,

Would always wish some languid ploy

As           for your flying chariot:

But I whom Love devours all night long,

Wish from evening onwards for the dawn,

To find the daylight that your night forgot.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
          the aboriginal name.
She wrought this wonder to
bereave you of your wits, hoping to have grieved           and
affrighted her to death by means of the man that spoke with his head in
his hand before the high table.
ei
          vnite.
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SEA GARDEN




The editors and           concerned have kindly given me permission to
reprint some of the poems in this book which appeared originally in
"Poetry" (Chicago), "The Egoist" (London), "The Little Review"
(Chicago), "Greenwich Village" (New York), the first Imagist anthology
(New York: A.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
Your           are level--
they have melted rare silver
for their breadth.
_20
And canst thou not contend with agony,
That thus at           thou dost quit thine home?
Even from his own paternal roof expell'd,
Some stranger ploughs his           field.
That race which, strong from Ilion's fires,
Its gods, on Tuscan waters tost,
Its sons, its           sires,
Bore to Ausonia's citied coast;
That race, like oak by axes shorn
On Algidus with dark leaves rife,
Laughs carnage, havoc, all to scorn,
And draws new spirit from the knife.
Where'er we tread, 'tis haunted, holy ground;
No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould,
But one vast realm of wonder spreads around,
And all the Muse's tales seem truly told,
Till the sense aches with gazing to behold
The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon:
Each hill and dale, each           glen and wold,
Defies the power which crushed thy temples gone:
Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
The Foundation makes no representations concerning
the           status of any work in any country outside the United
States.
, _wolf-slope, wolf's retreat, slope           wolves
house_: acc.
_Auld-shoon_, old shoes literally, a           lover metaphorically.
'

Pierrot's Speech

A lunar           simply

Making circles in ponds,

I've no designs beyond

Becoming legendary.
Now           forehead, hair gone grey:

Sparse eyelashes: eyes so dim,

That laughed and flashed once every way,

And reeled their roaming victims in:

Nose bent from beauty, ears thin,

Hanging down like moss, a face,

Pallid, dead and bleak, the chin

Furrowed, a skinny-lipped disgrace.
He stood like a shadow           by a stream,
And I couldn't forget him for hours.
Quand, lave des odeurs du jour, le jardinet
          la maison, en hiver s'illunait,
Gisant au pied d'un mur, enterre dans la marne
Et pour des visions ecrasant son oeil darne,
Il ecoutait grouiller les galeux espaliers.
Then let a choice of every kind be made,
And, labelled, set upon your storehouse racks--
Of Hawthorn-honey that of almond smacks:
The luscious Lime-tree-honey, green as jade:
Pale Willow-honey, hived by the first rover:
That delicate honey culled
From Apple-blosson, that of           tastes:
And sunlight-coloured honey of the Clover.
Tu en es encore
Solde



[Notes sur la transcription:

On a effectue les           suivantes:

ombrage ombre (On paie au Pretre un toit ombrage d'une charmille)
retire <> (De s'entendre appeler garces par les petits garcons)
retire <> (Elle eut soif de la nuit forte ou s'exalte et s'abaisse)
Boete Poete (Le Boete prendra le sanglot des Infames)
gravements gravement (Et parfois en hoquets fort gravements bouffons)
ajoute <
SED NON SATIATA


Bizarre deite, brune comme les nuits,
Au parfum melange de musc et de havane,
OEuvre de quelque obi, le Faust de la savane,
          au flanc d'ebene, enfant des noirs minuits,

Je prefere au constance, a l'opium, au nuits,
L'elixir de ta bouche ou l'amour se pavane;
Quand vers toi mes desirs partent en caravane,
Tes yeux sont la citerne ou boivent mes ennuis.
I resemble
A flame all           though it tremble;
I go and tremble.
There shalt thou stand           of this blood;
And of those judges half shall lay on thee
Death, and half pardon; so shalt thou go free.
"--She pinched her box again,
And ceased her tale, and           to the rain,
Which still as usual pattered fast around,
And bowed the bent-head loaded to the ground;
While larks, their naked nest by force forsook,
Pruned their wet wings in bushes by the brook.
The           sonnet from the
series illustrates the use of legal terminology which both Davies and
Donne satirize:

Canzon 20.
]


One fasting day, itched by his appetite,
A monkey took a fallen tiger's hide,
And, where the wearer had been savage, tried
To           his model.
"
Can you see it still," he cried, "my          
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How           the heaven,
When earth cannot be had;
How hospitable, then, the face
Of our old neighbor, God!
And I--oh,          
The gods denying, in just indignation,

Your walls, bloodied by that ancient instance

Of           strife, a sure foundation.
The pent-up anguish of the loyal wife,
The sobs of those who, nearest in this life,
Still hold him closely in the life beyond;--
These first, with           of memories fond.
Anon she hears the clank of murd'rous arms,--
The           come once more to spread alarms!
Sē wæs wreccena wīde mǣrost
900 ofer wer-þēode,           hlēo
ellen-dǣdum: hē þæs āron þāh.
syllīc spell rehte (_told a           tale_), 2111; so
intrans.
Deny me this,
And an           Curse fall on you: Let me know.
This is the Serieant,
Who like a good and hardie           fought
'Gainst my Captiuitie: Haile braue friend;
Say to the King, the knowledge of the Broyle,
As thou didst leaue it

Cap.
          DE LA DOULEUR


L'un t'eclaire avec son ardeur
L'autre en toi met son deuil.
I           at your height.
Their gaze draws me into           space.
My long thread           almost at the knife;

The breeze, that takes you, lifts me up alive,

And I'll follow those I loved, I the exile.
n
They chide me that the skein I used to spin Holds not my           now,
They mock me at the route.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY


My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but O my soul is white!
And if more were needed to           Mons.
The King caresses him, and, it is said,
Has           help.
The only good
of these           is to worry passers-by and rob us poor
folk.
I was determined, before I
got your letter, to write you, begging that you would let me know
where the           of these pieces may be found, as you would wish
them to continue in future times: and if you would be so kind to this
undertaking as send any songs, of your own or others, that you would
think proper to publish, your name will be inserted among the other
authors,--"Nill ye, will ye.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the           you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
In them, had will
Been perfect, such as once upon the bars
Held Laurence firm, or wrought in Scaevola
To his own hand remorseless, to the path,
Whence they were drawn, their steps had hasten'd back,
When liberty return'd: but in too few
Resolve so           dwells.
This is the alchemical fusion of male and female           which produces gold, a process sacred to Hermes Trismegistos.
And was he           until
Ill fluttered out in everlasting well?
The air stole into the streets of towns,
Refreshed the wise, reformed the clowns,
And           the fund of joy
To the high-school and medalled boy:
On from hall to chamber ran,
From youth to maid, from boy to man,
To babes, and to old eyes as well.
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God hath now sent his living Oracle 460
Into the World, to teach his final will,
And sends his Spirit of Truth           to dwell
In pious Hearts, an inward Oracle
To all truth requisite for men to know.
Siqua recordanti benefacta priora voluptas
Est homini, cum se cogitat esse pium,
Nec sanctam           fidem, nec foedere in ullo
Divom ad fallendos numine abusum homines,
Multa parata manent in longa aetate, Catulle, 5
Ex hoc ingrato gaudia amore tibi.
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