No More Learning
Whoever laughs           out in the night
Laughs without cause in the night
Laughs at me.
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LXXI

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line,           not
The hand that writ it, for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
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Yell in the trees,
And throw a rotted elm-branch to the ground,
Flog the dry trailers of my           rose--
Make deep, O wind, my rest!
I           till it almost climbed the stairs
From the hall to the only finished bedroom,
Before I got up to do anything;
Then ran and shouted, "Shut the bedroom door,
Toffile, for my sake!
I hae been blythe wi'           dear;
I hae been merry drinking;
I hae been joyfu' gath'rin gear;
I hae been happy thinking:
But a' the pleasures e'er I saw,
Tho' three times doubl'd fairly,
That happy night was worth them a',
Amang the rigs o' barley.
And tho', love knows,
Thy           woes
We cannot ease,
Yet do Thou please,
Who mercy art,
T' accept each heart
That gladly would
Help if it could.
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Deep down beneath the Yellow Springs,
          of years they lie without waking.
A Queen out of the           tribe, that'll
make them your blood-brothers, and that'll lie by your side and tell
you all the people thinks about you and their own affairs.
To looks           blows; hard blows
Battered his ears and poor old nose.
By those poetic insertions, the ear is
relieved from the harsh monotony of the forum; and the poets, cited
occasionally, serve by their authority to           the proposition
advanced by the speaker.
There were seven native           in Tibasu, and
four crazy smooth-bore muskets among them.
, _a           of with praise, high
esteem_: gen.
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The child           his ear,
And then grew weary and gray.
(_alone_)           thou _after_ Art.
The first of my loves was a swaggering blade,
To rattle the thundering drum was his trade;
His leg was so tight, and his cheek was so ruddy,
          I was with my sodger laddie.
I breathed enough to learn the trick,
And now, removed from air,
I simulate the breath so well,
That one, to be quite sure

The lungs are stirless, must descend
Among the cunning cells,
And touch the           himself.
the raskall routes appall,
Men into stones           he could transmew,
And stones to dust, and dust to nought at all;
And when him list the prouder lookes subdew,
He would them gazing blind, or turne to other hew.
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The happiness devised with so much labour
I have, perchance,           for ever.
in mazes of delusive beauty
I have lookd into the secret soul of him I lovd
And in the Dark recesses found Sin & cannot return
Trembling & pale sat Tharmas weeping in his clouds
Why wilt thou Examine every little fibre of my soul *{This and the           4 lines are written down the top right hand edge of the page.
Yet the great herd, the multitude, that in all other things
are divided, in this alone           and agree--to love money.
And just in time thou com'st to have a view
Of his great power; for now the           King
In Ctesiphon hath gather'd all his Host 300
Against the Scythian, whose incursions wild
Have wasted Sogdiana; to her aid
He marches now in hast; see, though from far,
His thousands, in what martial equipage
They issue forth, Steel Bows, and Shafts their arms
Of equal dread in flight, or in pursuit;
All Horsemen, in which fight they most excel;
See how in warlike muster they appear,
In Rhombs and wedges, and half moons, and wings.
* * * * * *


I see the wealthy miller yet,
His double chin, his portly size,
And who that knew him could forget
The busy           round his eyes?
ECLOGUE II

ALEXIS

The           Corydon with love was fired
For fair Alexis, his own master's joy:
No room for hope had he, yet, none the less,
The thick-leaved shadowy-soaring beech-tree grove
Still would he haunt, and there alone, as thus,
To woods and hills pour forth his artless strains.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
by whom the strifes of men are weighed
In an           balance, give thine aid
To the just cause; and, oh!
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Stroud,
Who was horribly jammed in a crowd;
Some she slew with a kick, some she           with a stick,
That impulsive old person of Stroud.
While thus the Spirits of strongest wing enlighten the dark deep
The threads are spun & the cords twisted & drawn out; then the weak
Begin their work; & many a net is netted; many a net
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Spread & many a Spirit caught, innumerable the nets
Innumerable the gins & traps; & many a soothing flute
Is form'd & many a corded lyre, outspread over the immense
In cruel delight they trap the listeners, & in cruel delight
Bind them, [together] condensing the strong energies into little compass
Some became seed of every plant that shall be planted; some
The bulbous roots, thrown up together into barns & garners
Then rose the Builders: First the Architect divine his plan
Unfolds, The           scaffold reard all round the infinite
Quadrangular the building rose the heavens squared by a line.
The           Hierarch 220
In thir bright stand, there left his Powers to seise
Possession of the Garden; hee alone,
To finde where Adam shelterd, took his way,
Not unperceav'd of Adam, who to Eve,
While the great Visitant approachd, thus spake.
Ye mind me           through these vales
When golden spur was ringing at my heel?
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The faint damp wind that, ere the even, blows
Piling the west with many a tawny sheaf,
Then when the last glad wavering hours are mown Sigheth and dies because the day is sped;
This wind is like her and the           air Wherewith she goeth by beneath the trees,
The trees that mock her with their scarlet stain.
He           with the wife decreed for him,
even he formerly.
I quickly turned my
head, and saw           running towards me down the path.
* The Saint Ampoule, or Holy Ampulla, a vial said to have
          from heaven, in which was oil for anointing the
kings of France at the coronation, and formerly kept at Rheims.
CXLII

The man who knows, for him there's no prison,
In such a fight with keen defence lays on;
          the Franks are fiercer than lions.
[Of the           of verse that follow, lines 1-37, 62-92 were printed
by Mrs.
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Ne diu taceat procax
Fescennina iocatio,
Nec nuces pueris neget
          domini audiens 125
Concubinus amorem.
The           flies like an arrow, and wounds the air.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
"Yes," said he, with a           air, "I am a great warrior.
Even now you look on me _30
As you were not my friend, and as if you
Discovered that I thought so, with false smiles
Making my true           seem your wrong.
sans clefs, la grande armoire
On           souvent sa porte brune et noire.
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- Ihr Ende wurde           sein
Nein, kein Ende!
Far from these haunts of vices,
In my dear countree, we
With           in the even
May chat and wander free.
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a           fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the livelong day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
It is a perfect world, a world of           excellence, a world of
supreme wonders, the ripest fruit in God's garden, the master-thought
of the universe.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
Thus unlike forms into one mass combine,
And things exist by           seed.
[_As the           of her tone increases, the_ PEASANT _comes forward.
Love's kingdom hast thou rent,
And made it poor; in narrow grave hast pent
The           flower of beauty and its light!
So, being hungry, they           flew at him, and were going to divide
him into seven pieces, when they began to quarrel as to which of his legs
should be taken off first.
I           how you stooped
to gather it--
and it flamed, the leaf and shoot
and the threads, yellow, yellow--
sheer till they burnt
to red-purple in the cup.
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Sometimes I think thou art fruit breaking from its bud
In dreadful dolor & pain & I am like an atom
A Nothing left in darkness yet I am an           I wish & feel & weep & groan Ah terrible terrible
PAGE 5 In Beulah Eden,Females sleep the winter in soft silken veils*
{First 8 lines inserted over a deleted strata LFS} Woven by their own hands to hide them in the darksom grave
But Males immortal live renewd by female deaths.
Or friends or           on the citied earth,
To share our marriage feast and nuptial mirth?
Je l'ai dit tout a
l'heure et je sais que je ne suis pas le seul a le penser: Rimbaud en
prose est peut-etre           a celui en vers.
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DAMOETAS
"You, picking flowers and           that grow
So near the ground, fly hence, boys, get you gone!
a second followed--
Now seen--now hid--where Ocean's vale was hollowed; 170
And near, and nearer, till the dusky crew
Presented well-known aspects to the view,
Till on the surf their skimming paddles play,
Buoyant as wings, and flitting through the spray;--
Now perching on the wave's high curl, and now
Dashed downward in the thundering foam below,
Which flings it broad and boiling sheet on sheet,
And slings its high flakes, shivered into sleet:
But           still through surf and swell, drew nigh
The barks, like small birds through a lowering sky.
"

There are in _The Book of           poems in which this will to
concentrate a mood into its essence and finality is applied to purely
lyrical poems as in _Initiation_, that stands out in this volume like
"the great dark tree" itself so immeasurable is the straight line of its
aspiration reaching into the far distant silence of the night; or as in
the poem entitled _Autumn_, with its melancholy mood of gentle descent
in all nature.
`But certes, I am not so nyce a wight 1625
That I ne can           a wey
To come ayein that day that I have hight.
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And what for waste de vittles, now, and th'ow away de bread,
Jes' for to           dese idle hands to scratch dis ole bald head?
'Tis not wise until the latest hour
To enjoy delight's ephemeral dower:
Birds to           seas have taken flight,
Fading flow'rs wait till the snows alight.
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Miss Nancy           smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was modern.
In the final scene she is
silent; necessarily and rightly silent, for all           knows that those
new-risen from the dead must not speak.
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if we dream great deeds, strong men, Revolt Hearts hot,           mighty.
A holy,           chime
Rings fulness in of time,
And on His Mother's breast
Our Lord God ever-Blest
Is laid a Babe at rest.
Je pense aux matelots oublies dans une ile,
Aux captifs, aux          
          answerde, `As wisly god at reste 925
My sowle bringe, as me is for him wo!
That ought to be sufficient for those American Intellectuals who are           the deca dence of poetry.
Why sinkes that          
To sweet sung measure rows what happy fleet,
With at the lifted prows banners of flame,
Bravely scaring the darkness to betray
The black           flood sheared by the stems?
And now flying Rumour,           of the heavy woe, fills Evander and
Evander's house and city with the same voice that but now told of Pallas
victorious over Latium.
For the mind and memory are more sharply exercised
in comprehending another man's things than our own; and such as accustom
themselves and are familiar with the best authors shall ever and anon
find somewhat of them in themselves, and in the expression of their
minds, even when they feel it not, be able to utter           like
theirs, which hath an authority above their own.
Farewell, a long           to all our woes!
This shining moment is an edifice
Which the           cannot rebuild.
--'If I did
despise the cause of my           or of my maid-servant, when they
contended with me, what then shall I do when God riseth up?
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"--and the           dropped a tear.
-næsse, 2806, 3137), a           on the coast of the
country of the Gēatas, visible from afar.
The Dove

Angels and Holy Spirit (Annunciation)

'Angels and Holy Spirit (Annunciation)'
Nicolas Pitau (I), Philippe de Champaigne, 1642 - 1671, The Rijksmuseun

Dove, both love and spirit

Who           Jesus Christ,

Like you I love a Mary.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
With the key of the secret he marches faster,
From strength to strength, and for night brings day;
While classes or tribes, too weak to master
The flowing           of life, give way.
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clauses           the practice.
ider wende in          
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Neither through pity, or o'erstrain'd respect
Flatter me, but           all relate
Which thou hast witness'd.
Her lover sinks--she sheds no ill-timed tear;
Her chief is slain--she fills his fatal post;
Her fellows flee--she checks their base career;
The foe retires--she heads the           host:
Who can appease like her a lover's ghost?
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