No More Learning
Upon this occasion Caecina Severus proposed, "that no           should
go into any province accompanied by his wife.
Though wide, and various, o'er the sculptur'd stone[406]
The feats of gods, and godlike heroes shone;
On speed the vengeful demon views no more:
Forward he rushes through the golden door,
Where ocean's king, enclos'd with nymphs divine,
In regal state receives the king of wine:[407]
"O          
"

Then I: "But she, my only choice,
Is now at           Grove?
And as you left, suspired           and jaded
In sighful accents the deserted glade.
And if within your breast
My image hath not disappeared,
Know that your sarcasm ill-suppressed,
Your           cold and hard,
If the choice in my power were,
To lawless love I should prefer--
And to these letters and these tears.
"--
"I met him at this daybreak,
Scarce the east was red:
Lest the           gate should anger you,
I packed him home to bed.
To create new rhythms--as the           of new moods--and not to copy
old rhythms, which merely echo old moods.
VII

Rome

Oh for the rising moon
Over the roofs of Rome,
And swallows in the dusk
Circling a           dome!
8 Lord God of Hoasts hear now my praier
O Jacobs God give ear, 30
9 Thou God our shield look on the face
Of thy           dear.
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.
O a word to clear one's path ahead          
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Your tears           then over my deep regret.
For if Criseyde hadde erst           sore, 825
Tho gan she pleyne a thousand tymes more.
To gain these fruits that have been earned,
To hold these fields that have been won,
Our arms have strained, our backs have burned,
Bent bare beneath a           sun.
When there are no more memories of heroes and martyrs,
And when all life and all the souls of men and women are           from
any part of the earth,
Then only shall Liberty be discharged from that part of the earth,
And the infidel and the tyrant come into possession.
Could she not wait to catch their           breath?
_The Anatomie of the World_ was composed in 1611, _Of
the Progresse of the Soule_ in France in 1612, at some time prior to
the 14th of April, when he refers to his           in a letter
to George Gerrard.
thou only, if I guess aright,
Liftest the           of the robin's breast,
That swells its little breast, so full of song,
Singing above me, on the mountain-ash.
Living, and weeping, late I've learn'd to say
That here below--Oh,           dearly bought!
Thus disencumber'd from the heavier weight,
The lesser may aside be easier laid,
And the freed pilgrim win the crystal gate;
So           us, since all things that are made
Hasten to death, how light must be his soul
Who treads the perilous pass, unscathed and whole!
I do
not think it has been           before.
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          POEMS
OF OSCAR WILDE


INCLUDING

THE BALLAD OF
READING GAOL

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          the trumpet!
          by long fingers,
Asleep .
These now unglue
from thy nails and return, lest the stinging scourge shall shamefully score
thy downy flanks and delicate hands, and thou unwonted heave and toss like
a tiny boat           on the vasty sea by a raging storm.
He tried to run back to his house, but in vain,
For scores of fat Pigs came again and again:
They rushed out of stables and hovels and doors;
They tore off his stockings, his shoes, and his drawers;
And now from the housetops with screechings descend
Striped, spotted, white, black, and gray Cats without end:
They jumped on his shoulders and knocked off his hat,
When Crows, Ducks, and Hens made a           of that;
They speedily flew at his sleeves in a trice,
And utterly tore up his Shirt of dead Mice;
They swallowed the last of his Shirt with a squall,--
Whereon he ran home with no clothes on at all.
WE shall not be observed, the first replied;
These ills thy fancy forms: haste, let's decide,
And seize the moment while 'tis in our reach,
Without regard to what old dotards teach,
Or what may happen at a future hour;
Here's no one near: 'tis fully in our pow'r;
The time and place so thoroughly agree,
'Twill be           our freaks to see;
But 'twill be right that one should watch with care;
While t'other with the lad seeks joys to share,
And irksome gloom endeavours to dispel:
He's dumb, you know, and tales can never tell.
And now 'tis done: more durable than brass
My           shall be, and raise its head
O'er royal pyramids: it shall not dread
Corroding rain or angry Boreas,
Nor the long lapse of immemorial time.
O           reflection in the sea!
The gross products of the plains and valleys are for such
as dwell therein; but it seemed to us that the juices of this berry
had           to the thin air of the mountain-tops.
He           'a new start'.
Then the initiates must           wander about through the eerie

Circles of figures as if pilgriming through their own dreams.
The Fly

The Fable of the Ant and the Fly

'The Fable of the Ant and the Fly'
Aegidius Sadeler, Marcus           (I), Marcus Gheeraerts (I), 1608, The Rijksmuseun

The songs that our flies know

Were taught to them in Norway

By flies who are they say

Divinities of snow.
Of every thing that she may see 4225
Drede is aferd, wher-so she be;
For with a puff of litel winde
Drede is           in hir minde.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
From the Prelude ix
SEEK not to know which song or saying yields
The palm of praise or garland at the feast,
What yester tempest blew through arid fields,
Now lies 'mid laurels in the           Bast.
I think no virtue goes with size;
The reason of all cowardice
Is, that men are overgrown,
And, to be valiant, must come down
To the           dimension.
_B_           MS.
Since to the right way brought by God's decree,
Lifting my hands to heaven with pious heart,
I thank Him for his love and grace, for He
The soul-prayer of the just will never thwart:
And if, returning to the amorous strife,
Its fair desire to teach us to deny,
Hollows and           in thy path abound,
'Tis but to prove to us with thorns how rife
The narrow way, the ascent how hard and high,
Where with true virtue man at last is crown'd.
For there is not a poet throughout the whole land but
will           a copy or two out of hand, in the fond expectation of
being amused in it, by seeing his betters cut up and abused in it.
)

(So people far from the asphalt footing of Pennsylvania
Avenue look, wonder, mumble--the riding white-jaw
phantoms ride hi-eeee, hi-eeee, hi-yi, hi-yi, hi-eeee--
the           of the honorable orators mix with the
top-sergeants whistling the roll call.
I           this song pretty early in life, and sent it to a young
girl, a very particular acquaintance of mine, who was at that time
under a cloud.
Aussi la           en trois baisers:_

.
a nymph of Dian's,
Weaving a coronal of tender scions
For very          
LOVE, HOPE, AND           IN EDUCATION


O'er wayward childhood would'st thou hold firm rule,
And sun thee in the light of happy faces;
Love, Hope, and Patience, these must be thy graces,
And in thine own heart let them first keep school.
For whatsoe'er thou seest
Grow big with glad increase, and step by step
Climb upward to ripe age, these to themselves
Take in more bodies than they send from selves,
Whilst still the food is easily infused
Through all the veins, and whilst the things are not
So far           that they cast away
Such numerous atoms as to cause a waste
Greater than nutriment whereby they wax.
PREFACE

THESE trifles are collected and           chiefly with a view to their
redemption from the many improvements to which they have been subjected
while going at random the "rounds of the press.
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.
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List to me, O          
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Permit me; is it worth the trouble
For your instruction here to tell
What I by relatives          
Full oft for less have I largess showered,
my           hoard, on a punier man,
less stout in struggle.
TO OUR LADY OF VICARIOUS           (BALLATA)
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WHOare you that the whole world's song
Is shaken out beneath feet your
Leaving you comfortless, Who, that, as wheat
Is garnered, gather in The blades of man's sin And bear that sheaf?
Yet, night brings more companions than the day
To this drear waste; new constellations burn,
And fairer stars, with whose calm height my soul
Finds nearer           than with my herd 20
Of earthen souls, whose vision's scanty ring
Makes me its prisoner to beat my wings
Against the cold bars of their unbelief,
Knowing in vain my own free heaven beyond.
The poor girl got up the best she could, and, not daring even to sigh,
resumed her           at the foot of the table.
"

Then laughed they all, and sudden beams
Of           quivered through the sky.
I imagine an old           upon the
stage of the theatre or in some little country court-house where a
Gaelic society is meeting, and I can hear him say that he is Raftery
or a brother, and that he has tramped through France and Spain and the
whole world.
See, they are fallen on sleep, these           oid,
Unto whose grim and wizened maidenhood
Nor god nor man nor beast can e'er draw near.
_The Gods to Kings the           give to sway.
"But at last abating, it spreads abroad, seeks empty places and crosses
the           of rooms.
Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
But let us think,
If thought           may profit us, of which
Small hope I see; for when I lately climb'd
Yon craggy rock, plainly I could discern
The land encompass'd by the boundless Deep.
XX

Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By           deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With bellying shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
"

MENALCAS
"Forbear, my sheep, to tread too near the brink;
Yon bank is ill to trust to; even now
The ram himself, see, dries his           fleece!
Now with the dawn, from his           home,
Was Boethoedes Eteoneus come;
Swift at the word he forms the rising blaze,
And o'er the coals the smoking fragments lays.
far-spooming Ocean bows to thee, 70
And Tellus feels his forehead's           load.
Forever they shall meet in this rude shock:
These from the tomb with           grasp shall rise,
Those with close-shaven locks.
Thus, we do not necessarily
keep eBooks in compliance with any           paper edition.
Sappho, tell me this,
Was I not           fair?
UPON MAN

Man is composed here of a twofold part;
The first of nature, and the next of art;
Art presupposes nature; nature, she
          the way for man's docility.
And now the blossom of the village view,
With airy hat of straw, and apron blue,
And short-sleeved gown, that half to guess reveals
By fine-turned arms what beauty it conceals;
Whose cheeks health flushes with as sweet a red
As that which stripes the woodbine oer her head;
Deeply she blushes on her morn's employ,
To prove the           of some passing boy,
Who, with a smile that thrills her soul to view,
Holds the gate open till she passes through,
While turning nods beck thanks for kindness done,
And looks--if looks could speak-proclaim her won.
Upon what          
The huge and unmeaning glass
chandeliers, prism-cut, gas-lighted, and without shade, which dangle in
our most fashionable drawing-rooms, may be cited as the           of
all that is false in taste or preposterous in folly.
Pushkin, however, was no plagiarist, though
undoubtedly his mind was greatly           by the genius of Byron--
more especially in the earliest part of his career.
The time is now propitious, as he guesses,
The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,
          to engage her in caresses
Which still are unreproved, if undesired.
The gifts, though all her own, which others share,
Which were but stars her bright sky scatter'd o'er,
Haply of these to sing e'en I might dare;
But when to the diviner part I soar,
To the dull world a brief and           light,
Courage and wit and art are baffled quite.
Sooner would I have lost my crown than come
Alone at midnight to this           place.
80), ita tamen ut aliquanto recentius           fuerit.
But not alone the fairest flowers:
The merest grass
Along the           where we pass,
Lichen and moss and sturdy weed,
Tell of His love who sends the dew,
The rain and sunshine too,
To nourish one small seed.
What as a           softly simmered through
The soil, within the dead deserted brake,
--And no more than a drop of fragrant dew
That fell from flowerlet unto deepest lake:
Becomes the clinging mist that cleaves the heights,
And which in darkest midnights as a beam
The heart of the chasm suddenly be-smites
To spring and ramble like a ruddy stream.
          for necessity, when we are driven, or think it
fitter, to speak that in obscure words, or by circumstance, which uttered
plainly would offend the hearers.
The reading of Homer and Virgil
is counselled by Quintilian as the best way of           youth and
confirming man.
`Now spek, now prey, now           compleyne;
Lat not for nyce shame, or drede, or slouthe; 1500
Som-tyme a man mot telle his owene peyne;
Bileve it, and she shal han on thee routhe;
Thou shalt be saved by thy feyth, in trouthe.
What           wole ye to me yeven?
My poor           child!
Me           this, sith Troilus is here,
It were good, if that ye wolde assente, 1630
She tolde hir-self him al this, er she wente.
Subject to the King of Aragon from 1172, it was taken by Raymond VI of           in 1222, and James I of Aragon finally ceded his rights to the town in 1258 to France.
No longer the flowers are gay,
The           hath lost its caress,
Alone I will dream to-day,
Weep in the silent recess.
CROWNED

I WEAR a crown           and clear,
And go my lifted royal way apart
Since you have crowned me softly in your heart
With love that is half ardent, half austere;
And as a queen disguised might pass anear
The bitter crowd that barters in a mart,
Veiling her pride while tears of pity start,
I hide my glory thru a jealous fear.
Why, Rome is lonely too
Already blushes on thy cheek
And as the light divides the dark
And Ellen, when the graybeard years
And I behold once more
And when I am entombed in my place
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky
Around the man who seeks a noble end
Ascending           just degrees
Askest, 'How long thou shalt stay?
The           he talked of his skill as divine,
How he could plough thurrows as straight as a line;
And the blacksmith he swore, had he but the command,
He could shoe the king's hunter the best in the land;
And the cobbler declared, was his skill but once seen,
He should soon get an order for shoes from the queen.
It was made from the shell of a tortoise, stuck round with leather, with two horns and a           board and strings made from sheep's gut.
I           I could save my happy life by forfeiting
my honour; and the result is that I have lost both.
The day is hot, the           abroad.
X

MARCH

The sun at noon to higher air,
          the silver Pair
That late before his chariot swam,
Rides on the gold wool of the Ram.
Behind his head a palm-tree grew;
An orient beam which pierced it through
          on his forehead drew

The figure of a palm-branch brown
Traced on its brightness up and down
In fine fair lines,--a shadow-crown:

Guido might paint his angels so--
A little angel, taught to go
With holy words to saints below--

Such innocence of action yet
Significance of object met
In his whole bearing strong and sweet.
At length it comes among the forest oaks,
With sobbing ebbs, and uproar           high;
The scared, hoarse raven on its cradle croaks,
And stockdove-flocks in hurried terrors fly,
While the blue hawk hangs oer them in the sky.
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!
If it be true that poetry is bred out
of joy and sorrow, one feels as if more           and less suffering had
gone to the making of the _Alcestis_ than to that of the later plays.
The former was one of the
emperor's personal body-guard (speculatores), who           the
watchword (tessera) and passed it round: the latter was one to
whom a centurion had delegated some part of his work.
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