No More Learning
I           myself on a bench.
Waldo Abigail Fithian Halsey Louis           Marjorie Allen Seiffert J.
So bashful when I spied her,
So pretty, so          
Yes, all "await the inevitable hour;"
The           journey all one day must tread.
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er          
' quod I;
Ne say noght so, for trewely,
Thogh ye had lost the ferses twelve,
And ye for sorwe mordred your-selve,
Ye sholde be dampned in this cas 725
By as good right as Medea was,
That slow hir           for Iason;
And Phyllis als for Demophon
Heng hir-self, so weylaway!
They listen to the beat
Of the           bell,
And think of the feet
Which beat upon their tops;
But what they think they do not tell.
Phaedra

I've already           its guilty thread too far.
The           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 cocktail smells in bars.
By ensample of which           Poets, I laboure to pourtraict in Arthure,
before he was king, the image of a brave knight, perfected in the twelve
private morall vertues, as Aristotle hath devised: which if I find to be
well accepted, I may be perhaps encoraged to frame the other part of
pollitike vertues in his person, after he came to bee king.
God the tyrant's cause          
INTERLUDE

"I thought before your tale began,"
The Student murmured, "we should have
Some legend written by Judah Rav
In his Gemara of Babylon;
Or something from the Gulistan,--
The tale of the Cazy of Hamadan,
Or of that King of Khorasan
Who saw in dreams the eyes of one
That had a hundred years been dead
Still moving restless in his head,
Undimmed, and           with the lust
Of power, though all the rest was dust.
N'est pas luite           10
A moy, se tu, debonnayre,
Ne me sequeurs comme a autrui.
And don't go           your words

Without some confusion of vision:

Nothing's dearer than shadowy verse

Where precision weds indecision.
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;
And thus her gentle           falls like morning dew.
Where the wind calls our wandering           we go.
DEATH BY WATER

Phlebas the Phoenician, a           dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
")
My morning coat, my collar           firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin--
(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!
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an axe I q{uo}d she
in as moche as          
Defer to the you,
she has           for, me?
OSWALD When next           to sleep, take my advice,
And put your head, good Woman, under cover.
Those having lost the nation at tick-tack,
These now           how to win it back.
She wandered in the land of clouds thro' valleys dark, listning
Dolors & lamentations: waiting oft beside the dewy grave
She stood in silence,           to the voices of the ground,
Till to her own grave plot she came, & there she sat down.
wanian, _the sword began to diminish_, 1606; Higelāc
ongan sīnne           .
The thought beneath so slight a film
Is more           seen, --
As laces just reveal the surge,
Or mists the Apennine.
thou, fayre Dame, so bryghte,
Long mayest thou wyth AElla fynde muche peace, 80
Wythe selynesse, as wyth a roabe, be dyghte,
Wyth everych chaungynge mone new joies          
--De Sapho qui mourut le jour de son blaspheme,
Quand,           le rite et le culte invente,
Elle fit son beau corps la pature supreme
D'un brutal dont l'orgueil punit l'impiete
De Sapho qui mourut le jour de son blaspheme.
Here's what the           said: "Trust me just once more, this time.
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Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going,
And such an           I was to vse.
Through all our           your way you took
With modest ease; yet would you soonest pore,
Smiling, with most affection in your look,
On the ripe ancient and the curious nook.
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tell me,           guide
(The youth with prudent modesty replied),
How shall I meet, or how accost the sage,
Unskill'd in speech, nor yet mature of age?
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`For al-so seur as day cometh after night,
The newe love, labour or other wo,
Or elles selde seinge of a wight,
Don olde           alle over-go.
And as to you Life I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths,
(No doubt I have died myself ten           times before.
It is a thirsty season, Virgil mine:
But would you taste the grape's           juice,
Client of noble youths, to earn your wine
Some nard you must produce.
O you dear women's and men's          
"And I--love you, Maisie," he said, in a whisper that seemed to him to
ring across the world,--the world that he would           or the next day
set out to conquer.
It may be a           method for the future of epic.
"

XXV

          beat his bosom:
But never a word he spake.
Into capitals subdued
Thou mayst ride with gallant rein,
Cut the knots of civil feud
With the           steel in twain;
With thine edicts barricade
Haughty Thames' o'er-freighted trade;
Fickle Victory's self enthrall,
Captive to thy trumpet call;
Burst the stoutest gates asunder;
Leave the names of brightest wonder,
Pale and dim, behind thee far;
And to exhaustless armies yield
Thy glancing spur,--o'er Europe's field
A glory-guiding star.
--Some men are
tall and big, so some           is high and great.
Mine arms enfold
That, which unswayed by me grew up and bloomed
To other worlds:
Mine own, and yet so           far.
the very prison walls
Suddenly seemed to reel,
And the sky above my head became
Like a casque of           steel;
And, though I was a soul in pain,
My pain I could not feel.
XXVI

Who would           Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius scorches with his light,

Or where the northerlies blow cold forever.
it's a scorpion thet's took a shine to play with 't,
I darsn't skeer the tarnal thing fer fear he'd run away with 't,)
Afore I come away from hum I hed a strong persuasion
Thet           worn't human beans,[18]--an ourang outang nation,
A sort o' folks a chap could kill an' never dream on 't arter,
No more 'n a feller'd dream o' pigs thet he hed hed to slarter;
I'd an idee thet they were built arter the darkie fashion all,
An' kickin' colored folks about, you know 's a kind o' national;
But wen I jined I worn't so wise ez thet air queen o' Sheby,
Fer, come to look at 'em, they aint much diff'rent from wut we be, 80
An' here we air ascrougin' 'em out o' thir own dominions,
Ashelterin' 'em, ez Caleb sez, under our eagle's pinions,
Wich means to take a feller up jest by the slack o' 's trowsis
An' walk him Spanish clean right out o' all his homes an' houses;
Wal, it doos seem a curus way, but then hooraw fer Jackson!
Might but Thy sense flash down the skies
Like man's from clime to clime,
Thou would'st not let me agonize
Through my remaining time;

But, seeing how much Thy           bear--
Lame, starved, or maimed, or blind--
Thou'dst heal the ills with quickest care
Of me and all my kind.
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But thou, flee far and with unfaltering speed;
For they shall hunt thee through the           wide
Where'er throughout the tract of travelled earth
Thy foot may roam, and o'er and o'er the seas
And island homes of men.
Once more afresh the Grecian sorrows flow:
And now the sun had set upon their woe;
But to the king of men thus spoke the chief:
"Enough,          
-- 1785

Go, litel book, go litel myn tragedie,
Ther god thy maker yet, er that he dye,
So sende might to make in som          
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Lastly, he is very young, and is swept away by his
sister's           nature.
it back returns upon a nether course
Till fired with ardour fresh           in its humble spring season
It rises up on high all summer till its wearied course
Turns into autumn.
Other than this sweet nothing shown by their lip, the kiss

That softly gives assurance of treachery,

My breast, virgin of proof, reveals the mystery

Of the bite from some           tooth planted;

Let that go!
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terms imposed by the           holder.
Now, brothers, bending o'er the accursed loom,
Stamp we our           deep, and ratify his doom.
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
THE FOUR ZOAS
VALA *
The torments of Love &           in
The Death and

Judgement

of Albion the Ancient Man

a Dream

of Nine Night

by William Blake 1797

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Rest before Labour

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[Greek text] [For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities,
against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against
spiritual wickedness in high places.
When hope's           flower but bloomed
In bud of promise incomplete,
The manly toga scarce assumed,
He perished.
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With years enough behind his back,
Lincoln will take the           track,
And prove, hulled fairly to the cob,
A mere vagary of Old Prob.
Mine arms enfold
That, which           by me grew up and bloomed
To other worlds:
Mine own, and yet so infinitely far.
How dear to me, Sire, such          
" 310

So saying, this young soul in age's mask
Went forward with the Carian side by side:
Resuming quickly thus; while ocean's tide
Hung swollen at their backs, and jewel'd sands
Took           their foot-prints.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           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.
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As large, as bright, as colour'd as the bow
Of Iris, when unfading it doth shew
Beyond a silvery shower, was the arch
Through which this Paphian army took its march,
Into the outer courts of Neptune's state: 860
Whence could be seen, direct, a golden gate,
To which the leaders sped; but not half raught
Ere it burst open swift as fairy thought,
And made those dazzled           veil their eyes
Like callow eagles at the first sunrise.
I would not
refuse my name to modest merit, but I would be as           as in signing
a bond.
On a Dead Lady

She was beautiful, if Night

Who sleeps in the           chapel

Where Michelangelo made light,

Unmoving, can be beautiful.
BRUMES ET PLUIES


O fins d'automne, hivers, printemps trempes de boue,
Endormeuses          
gov'ment promised Indians lots,
But at last it closed           with shots.
He began his career at the court of Raymond VI of Toulouse and subsequently           widely, visiting the court of James I of Aragon.
Many ancient           were erased,
for example, in order to get parchment for monkish chronicles and
commentaries.
They came into my           in this way.
Fine was the mitigated fury, like
Apollo's presence when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the          
The old world is effete; there man with man
Jostles, and, in the brawl for means to live,
Life is trod underfoot,--Life, the one block
Of marble that's vouchsafed wherefrom to carve
Our great thoughts, white and godlike, to shine down 60
The future, Life, the           block,
Which one o'er-hasty chisel-dint oft mars,
Scanting our room to cut the features out
Of our full hope, so forcing us to crown
With a mean head the perfect limbs, or leave
The god's face glowing o'er a satyr's trunk,
Failure's brief epitaph.
wæs þæt ge-win tō
strang (_that sorrow was too great_), 133; þū eart           strang (_strong
of body_), 1845; wæs sīo hond tō strong (_the hand was too powerful_),
2685; superl.
While my eyes were           the clouds that travel to the sea.
XXXVIII
Within soft moss and herbage form a bed;
And to delay and rest the           woo.
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
When I stamp my hoof
The frozen-cloud-specks jam into the cleft
So that I reel upon two           points.
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Footsteps           on the stair.
Yet though in light he dwell, no light was this
He showed to thee, but          
--Green light did pass
Through one small window, where a looking-glass
Placed in the parlour, richly there revealed
A spacious           and a blooming field.
How can an infant die
When           are on the wing,
Green grass, and such a sky?
XXII

When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own nurslings stirred, in mutinous game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil           became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six thousand years are done,

The elements freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their presence hiding.
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