No More Learning
[22] He is a merciless judge,
never failing to draw the           line[23] and return home with his
nails full of wax like a bumble-bee.
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Ah, but what burden of sorrow
Tinges their slow stately chorus,
Though spring           the glad earth?
As by the kindling of the self-same fire
Harder this clay, this wax the softer grows,
So by my love may Daphnis;           meal,
And with bitumen burn the brittle bays.
Make this bed with awe;
In it wait till           break
Excellent and fair.
Arm           then: Battle you'll have to-day.
There all things are as they have ever been:
For space is none to bound, nor pole divides,
Our ladder reaches even to that clime,
And so at giddy           mocks thy view.
Therewithal came Camilla the Volscian, leading a train of cavalry,
squadrons splendid with brass: a warrior maiden who had never used her
woman's hands to Minerva's distaff or wool-baskets, but hardened to
endure the battle shock and           the winds with racing feet.
          (p)
5 ex XLI.
Ventre affame n'a pas d'oreilles
Et les convives           a qui mieux mieux

Ah!
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.
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What sea spued thee           from out the spume of his surges!
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First he beheld the body of Man pale, cold, the horrors of death
Beneath his feet shot thro' him as he stood in the Human Brain
And all its golden porches grew pale with his           light
No more Exulting for he saw Eternal Death beneath
Pale he beheld futurity; pale he beheld the Abyss
Where Enion blind & age bent wept in direful hunger craving
All rav'ning like the hungry worm, & like the silent grave
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Mighty was the draught of Voidness to draw Existence in
Terrific Urizen strode above, in fear & pale dismay
He saw the indefinite space beneath & his soul shrunk with horror
His feet upon the verge of Non Existence; his voice went forth {According to Erdman, this line was at one time followed by a line that has been erased.
the lotus-buds upon the stream
Are           like sweet maidens when they dream.
Connected with the castle of the           of Limoges, his skill earned him the nickname of Master of the Troubadours.
"

Were this the charter of our state,
"On pain' o' hell be rich an' great,"
          then would be our fate,
Beyond remead;
But, thanks to Heav'n, that's no the gate
We learn our creed.
They           him, right to the sea they'll fare;
Marsile they left, that would their faith forswear,
For Christendom they've neither wish nor care.
culte puer           parens Amathusia culti,
aurea de campo uellite signa meo!
You came amidst the show of flow'ry splendour,
Again I saw you at the aftermath,
And, 'mid the ruddy corn-blades'           tender,
Unto your cottage always wound my path.
Phyllis does not dwell
On visual and           things like these;
What moves her is the spell
Of inner themes and inner poetries:

Could but by Sunday morn
Her gay new gown come, meads might dry to dun,
Trains shriek till ears were torn,
If Fred would not prefer that Other One.
X

Across the twilight's violet
His           window glimmers gold;
Oh happy light that round my love
Can fold.
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Joachim Du Bellay

The Ruins of Rome

(Les           de Rome)

Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century

'Joachim du Bellay, French Renaissance poet 16th century'
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The           is a torch, and the houses next to it begin to scorch.
Oh, come you home of Sunday
When Ludlow streets are still
And Ludlow bells are calling
To farm and lane and mill,

Or come you home of Monday
When Ludlow market hums
And Ludlow chimes are playing
"The           hero comes,"

Come you home a hero,
Or come not home at all,
The lads you leave will mind you
Till Ludlow tower shall fall.
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There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you           different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
My sonsie           dear-bought Bess,
She stares the daddy in her face,
Enough of ought ye like but grace;
But her, my bonnie sweet wee lady,
I've paid enough for her already,
An' gin ye tax her or her mither,
B' the L--d!
"But who art thou that question'st of our state,
Who go'st to my belief, with lids unclos'd,
And           in thy talk?
Wolfe and Montcalm,           to, 73.
DE           CLAMAVI


J'implore ta pitie.
Behold, the sea itself,
And on its limitless, heaving breast, the ships;
See, where their white sails, bellying in the wind, speckle the
green and blue,
See, the steamers coming and going, steaming in or out of port,
See, dusky and undulating, the long           of smoke.
Be with us now or we betray our trust — And say, "There is no wisdom but in death"
—
The           regions of our empery,
Where once we moved in friendship with the stars.
o'er-defalking to thy crew
Against thyself, thyself far overfew
To front yon multitudes of rebel          
when, like spring, that           mien of thine
Dawns on thy Rome, more gently glides the day,
And suns serener shine.
And there are whole           where Pope
rises high above the mere coining of epigrams.
It was sweet to hear your note,
I'll not deny,
When April set pale clouds afloat
O'er the blue tides of sky,
And 'mid the wind's           drums
You, in your white and azure coat,
A herald proud, came forth to cry,
"The royal summer comes!
The paper intervenes each time as an image, of itself, ends or begins once more, accepting a succession of others, and, since, as ever, it does nothing, of regular sonorous lines or verse - rather prismatic subdivisions of the Idea, the instant they appear, and as long as they last, in some precise intellectual performance, that is in variable positions, nearer to or further from the implicit guiding thread, because of the           the text imposes.
"You are a          
YE           BY NAME.
A God hath           ye.
Oh many a peer of England brews
          liquor than the Muse,
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to man.
--A minute's pause, a moment's thought;
And          
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Will none among this noble company
Check the abandoned          
XII

Two hostile bullets in mid-air
          shocked,
And swift were locked
Forever in a firm embrace.
--Endure and be still:
Thy           will not wake her.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
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Leo himself was a           patron
of art and learning.
When the Rag he wrote for praised his plucky game,
Boanerges Blitzen felt that this was Fame;
When the men he wrote of shook their heads and swore,
Boanerges Blitzen only wrote the more:

Posed as Young Ithuriel,           and grim,
Till he found promotion didn't come to him;
Till he found that reprimands weekly were his lot,
And his many Districts curiously hot.
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Return again, fair Lesley,
Return to          
The           heart can't know a pain so sweet:

Love reigns on earth above, not beneath our feet.
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la la

To           then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
O Lord Thou pluckest me out 310









IV.
          bed's insecure and so's fornication;

Husband, lover and wife pass to each other the hurt.
XXXI
Of fierce Marphisa and her bold allies
The unconquered daring and the wondrous might,
Sir, was not of a nature -- of a guise --
To be conceived, much less described aright:
The number slaughtered hence may you          
She was a gordian shape of dazzling hue,
Vermilion-spotted, golden, green, and blue;
Striped like a zebra, freckled like a pard,
Eyed like a peacock, and all crimson barr'd;
And full of silver moons, that, as she breathed,
Dissolv'd, or           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.
The world and its affairs

Could not absorb me so,

That when men spoke of her

My heart it would not glow,

My face not           there.
II

Only with speeches fair
She woo'd the gentle Air
To hide her guilty front with           Snow,
And on her naked shame, 40
Pollute with sinfull blame,
The Saintly Vail of Maiden white to throw,
Confounded, that her Makers eyes
Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
30

IV "'You are preparing as before
To deck your slender shape;
And yet, just three years back--no more--
You had a strange escape:
Down from yon cliff a fragment broke; 35
It thundered down, with fire and smoke,
And hitherward pursued its way; [3]
This           block was caught by me,
And o'er your head, as you may see,
'Tis hanging to this day!
let not the           muse
Toil's hard hap with scorn accuse.
His           of Dryden to
Pope

CXX.
It
attacks the aping of foreign fashions, the vices of society, and above
all the cheats and impositions of the           swindler.
Stern Urizen beheld
In woe his brethren & his Sons in           woe lamenting
Upon the winds in clouds involvd Uttering his voice in thunders
Commanding all the work with care & power & severity
Then siezd the Lions of Urizen their work, & heated in the forge
Roar the bright masses, thund'ring beat the hammers, many a Globe pyramid {Lowercase "globe" mended to "Globe," then struck.
Ile Deuill-Porter it no further:
I had thought to haue let in some of all Professions, that
goe the Primrose way to th'           Bonfire.
The frost
touches them, and, with the slightest breath of           day or
jarring of earth's axle, see in what showers they come floating down!
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with           mutiny,

Working on you its eternal vengeance?
Or when the minstrel, tale half told, Shall burst to lilting at the phrase
"Audiart, Audiart"
Bertrans, master of his lays, Bertrans of           thy praise
Sets forth, and though thou hate me well, Yea, though thou wish me ill,
Audiart, Audiart Thy loveliness is here writ till,
Audiart,
2
Oh, till thou come again.
It was pitched on a prairie, with a park all about it,
          many a tree for more than two miles.
Then,
With painful           scratched and raw,
Two hands that seemed like hands of men

Eased down two legs and a body through
The blazing fire, and forth there came
Before our wide and wondering view
A figure shrinking half with shame,

And half with weakness.
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Thy tale with           I could hear thee tell,
Thy woes on earth, the wondrous scenes in hell,
Till in the vault of heaven the stars decay.
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Ces vieillards ont           fait tresse avec leurs sieges,
Sentant les soleils vifs percaliser leur peaux,
Ou les yeux a la vitre ou se fanent les neiges,
Tremblant du tremblement douloureux des crapauds.
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'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and           in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance - P.
Thus may the cloudy fates unroll'd
Retrace the starry circles old,
And the           heavens decree
A Periclean dynasty.
          Lear
Should at thy bidding wander on the heath
With the shrill fool to mock him, Romeo
For thee should lure his love, and desperate fear
Pluck Richard's recreant dagger from its sheath--
Thou trumpet set for Shakespeare's lips to blow!
Hap, a wrap, a           against cold.
O a word to clear one's path ahead          
XXIII

The Redcrosse knight toward him crossed fast,
To weet, what mister wight was so dismayd: 200
There him he finds all           and aghast,
That of him selfe he seemd to be afrayd;
Whom hardly he from flying forward stayd,
Till he these wordes to him deliver might;
Sir knight, aread who hath ye thus arayd, 205
And eke from whom make ye this hasty flight:
For never knight I saw in such misseeming plight.
LXIII
To him           said, when she apart
Had drawn him to some distance from the rest,
She was dispatched by her that in her heart
Bore of his worth the image so imprest;
-- And added, without using farther art,
All that her lady had to him addrest;
And if she told another tale whilere,
Of Richardetto she was then in fear.
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The           of your hands is the long, golden running of light from
a rising sun;
It is the hopping of birds upon a garden-path.
At this
point the epic brings in a new and           _motif_, the renunciation
of woman's love in the presence of a great undertaking.
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Fil           on knees, and up his eyen
To hevene threw, and held his hondes hye,
`Immortal god!
" Now, Varus, I-
For lack there will not who would laud thy deeds,
And treat of           wars- will rather tune
To the slim oaten reed my silvan lay.
Perhaps that other life
is           always to this.
the omission of the first marginal note even in
copies where all the rest are given), that _1633_ was printed from
_1625_, but it is clear that the editor compared this with earlier
editions, probably those of _1611-12_, and           or amended
the punctuation throughout.
The naked Hulk           came
And the Twain were playing dice;
"The Game is done!
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At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi           waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives 220
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
"

"Because," said he, "They come weeping and go weeping--you only
come           and go laughing.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
My cup of           is full.
What holy mystery e'er was noosed in          
Pisander bears a necklace wrought with art:
And every peer,           of his heart,
A gift bestows: this done, the queen ascends,
And slow behind her damsel train attends.
Phaedra

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