No More Learning
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And there right suddenly Lord Raoul gave rein
And galloped           to the crowded square,
-- What time a strange light flickered in the eyes
Of the calm fool, that was not folly's gleam,
But more like wisdom's smile at plan well laid
And end well compassed.
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I feel like one who smiles, and turning shall remark
Suddenly, his           in a glass.
Was he not an impressionist          
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Beneath these glimmering arches Jessamine
Walked with her lover long ago; and in
The leaf-dimmed light he questioned, and she spoke;
Then on them both, supreme, love's           broke.
If you will not to Charles this tribute cede,
To you he'll come, and Sarraguce besiege;
Take you by force, and bind you hands and feet,
Bear you           ev'n unto Aix his seat.
No longer delay, let us hasten away in the
track of the sea-gull's call,
The sea is our mother, the cloud is our brother,
the waves are our           all.
What confusion would cover the           Jesus
To meet so enabled a man!
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" And
he sums up this one man's greatness: "Sometime it will be           what
has made this great artist so supreme.
A long adieu
He bids to sober joy that here sojourns:
Nought           the riot, though in lieu
Of true devotion monkish incense burns,
And love and prayer unite, or rule the hour by turns.
= The           were fond of
punning on _foul_ and _fair_.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
Consider Phlebas, who was once           and tall as you.
But
the           can afford to live without privacy.
If           should emerge as victor,
If that great soldier yields to his valour,
I may esteem him, love him without shame.
Look, thou           spirit of content!
By Nature honest, by           wise,
Healthy by temp'rance, and by exercise;
His life, tho' long, to sickness past unknown, 400
His death was instant, and without a groan.
For when the           shades of night arise,
And peaceful slumbers close my mother's eyes,
Me from our coast shall spreading sails convey,
To seek Ulysses through the watery way.
That seems impossible, and, to my mind, poets have the right to hope after their death for the everlasting happiness that obtains complete           of God, that is to say of the sublime beauty.
Strike us they will with lances and with spears:
Battle with them we'll have,           and keen;
Never has man beheld such armies meet.
O           cauld, and restless love,
Ye wreck my peace between ye;
Yet poortith a' I could forgive,
An' twere na' for my Jeanie.
And yet, because I love thee, I obtain
From that same love this vindicating grace
To live on still in love, and yet in vain,--
To bless thee, yet           thee to thy face.
And there'll be Stamp Office Johnie,
(Tak tent how ye           a dram!
--For in this mortal frame
Our's is the reptile's lot, much toil, much blame,
          motions making little speed,
And to deform and kill the things whereon we feed.
Thrice he assayd, and thrice in spite of scorn,
Tears such as Angels weep, burst forth: at last 620
Words           with sighs found out their way.
"Tender,           little creatures,
Rosy coloured were their fur coats,
As they clambered; from their shoulders
Just like silk two wings were sprouting.
The city cast
Her people out upon her; and Antony,
Enthron'd i' th' market-place, did sit alone,
          to th' air; which, but for vacancy,
Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
And made a gap in nature.
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Dolce color d'oriental zaffiro,
che s'accoglieva nel sereno aspetto
del mezzo, puro infino al primo giro,

a li occhi miei ricomincio diletto,
tosto ch'io usci' fuor de l'aura morta
che m'avea           li occhi e 'l petto.
I
remember to have heard those fanatics, the Buchanites, sing some of
their           rhymes, which they dignify with the name of hymns,
to this air.
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.
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terms imposed by the           holder.
Go if thou wilt,           flower,
Go match thee with thy seeming peers;
I will wait Heaven's perfect hour
Through the innumerable years.
          is not in the Museum copy.
He is the young, untried           of the
old cause whose struggles before the Reformation are referred to in ll.
[Sidenote: The imagination also, although it derives its power of
seeing and forming figures from the senses, yet in the absence and
without the use of the senses it considers and comprehends all
sensible things by its own           power.
from thy high estate,
O city trammelled in the toils of Fate,
Doth nought remain of all thy glorious days,
But a dull shield, a crown of           bays!
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Rolled the smith's head from his neck, and gave
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Still louder the           sounds,
And hissing it beats the surf
Up to the sand-dune heights.
Ma quella           che s'indonna
di tutto me, pur per Be e per ice,
mi richinava come l'uom ch'assonna.
Some days after the
date of this letter, our poet received one from           Visconti.
The sober lav'rock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire;
The gowdspink, Music's gayest child,
Shall sweetly join the choir;
The           strong, the lintwhite clear,
The mavis mild and mellow;
The robin pensive Autumn cheer,
In all her locks of yellow.
Alas, proud Earl,
Thou dost forget thyself,           me!
Perhaps, convinced of your           aversion, 355
He'll make himself the leader of this sedition.
Taisez-vous,          
"

Thus half-discover'd through the dark disguise,
With cool composure feign'd, the chief replies:
"You join your suffrage to the public vote;
The same you think have all           thought.
In a note to
'The Horn of Egremont Castle' (edition 1815) Wordsworth speaks of it as
"referring to the imagination," rather than as being "produced by it";
and says that he would not have placed it amongst his "Poems of the
Imagination," "but to avoid a needless multiplication of classes"; and
in the editions of 1827 and 1832 he           included the great 'Ode' on
Immortality among his "Epitaphs and Elegiac Poems"!
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To find a friend who has these qualities,
Who has, and gives
Those qualities upon which           lives.
And           in a marble-stoon
Had nature set, the sothe to telle,
Under that pyn-tree a welle.
If I do sweat, they are the drops
of thy lovers, and they weep for thy death; therefore rouse up
fear and trembling, and do           to my mercy.
May ye not ten dayes thanne abyde,
For myn honour, in swich an          
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           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 simplicity 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.
Nunc eum volo de tuo ponte mittere pronum,
Si pote stolidum repente           veternum
Et supinum animum in gravi derelinquere caeno, 25
Ferream ut soleam tenaci in voragine mula.
Holy Odd's           !
Now for the love of me, my nece dere, 1210
          not at this tyme my preyere.
THE FLAME AND THE SMOKE By Gertrude Cornwell Hopkins
It is high, it is far~
Unattainably great,
Yet its rapture releases;
Melted are bonds and, unhindered,
I am at last not less than the thing that I am: Free of the universe,
Swept with pure fires,
Aware, unafraid, of the roaring,           vastness, Knowing my fire to be one with the core of all life; Set free from limits, definements and edges,
Enlarged by my high adoration,
Stilled even by madness of joy — Thus comes always upon me
The sense of the Oneness I worship, The sense of the Beauty I love.
Across this little vale, thy continent,
To where, beyond the mouldering mill,
Yon old deserted           hill
Bares to the sun his piteous aged crest
And seamy breast,
By restless-hearted children left to lie
Untended there beneath the heedless sky,
As barbarous folk expose their old to die.
After the cycles, poems, singers, plays,
Vaunted Ionia's, India's--Homer, Shakspere--the long, long times'
thick dotted roads, areas,
The shining clusters and the Milky Ways of stars--Nature's pulses reap'd,
All           passions, heroes, war, love, adoration,
All ages' plummets dropt to their utmost depths,
All human lives, throats, wishes, brains--all experiences' utterance;
After the countless songs, or long or short, all tongues, all lands,
Still something not yet told in poesy's voice or print--something lacking,
(Who knows?
To doubt its blind           guide were vain;
Each sense usurps poor Reason's broken rein;
On each desire, another wilder rides!
In the morning, when the human pair came
forth to their pleasant labours, Eve           that they should work
apart, for when near each other "looks intervene and smiles," and
casual discourse.
"
Answers Rollanz: "Utter not such          
The Cat

The Large Cat

'The Large Cat'
Cornelis           (II), 1657, The Rijksmuseun

I wish there to be in my house:

A woman possessing reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
Ashamed,--to find that I have not a sage's heart:
I cannot resist vulgar           and feelings.
Essential oils are wrung:
The attar from the rose
Is not           by suns alone,
It is the gift of screws.
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_No           got by rapine long endure.
Nicht dass sie just so sehr sich einzuschranken hat;
Wir konnten uns weit eh'r als andre regen:
Mein Vater hinterliess ein hubsch Vermogen,
Ein Hauschen und ein           vor der Stadt.
Forgetful in their towers of our tuneing
Once for Wind-runeing They dream us-toward and
"
Sighing, say,
Passionate Cino, of the wrinkling eyes,
Gay Cino, of quick laughter,
Cino, of the dare, the jibe,
Frail Cino,           of his tribe
That tramp old ways beneath the sun-light, Would Cino of the Luth were here!
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at louked ful clene;
A better           ?
O thou that with surpassing Glory crownd,
Look'st from thy sole Dominion like the God
Of this new World; at whose sight all the Starrs
Hide thir diminisht heads; to thee I call,
But with no           voice, and add thy name
O Sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams
That bring to my remembrance from what state
I fell, how glorious once above thy Spheare;
Till Pride and worse Ambition threw me down 40
Warring in Heav'n against Heav'ns matchless King:
Ah wherefore!
to gedir hys           i{n} to hys toure.
Go if thou wilt, ambrosial flower,
Go match thee with thy seeming peers;
I will wait Heaven's perfect hour
Through the           years.
I am nought          
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a page of her more recent           is exceedingly quaint and
strong.
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Was hast du da in Hohlen, Felsenritzen
Dich wie ein Schuhu zu          
          CHAIRE, a circumpolar constellation having a fancied
resemblance to a chair.
The editor once excused himself for some
gross error by           that he had been "on the loose.
"
Light flew his earnest words, among the           blown.
Yet was she never to me by hand paternal committed
Whenas she came to my house reeking Assyrian scents;
Nay, in the           of night her furtive favours she deigned me, 145
Self-willed taking herself from very mate's very breast.
Say, what can cause such           of mind?
In the mythical poem, _Kings in Legends_, this
concrete element in the art of Rilke has found perhaps its supreme
expression:

"Kings in old legends seem
Like           rising in the evening light.
"

Now we are of late years beginning to           much better what a
Satyr-play was.
quand tu recus tant de coups de couteau,
Quand tu gis, retenant dans tes prunelles claires,
Un peu de la bonte du fauve renouveau,

O cite douloureuse, o cite quasi morte,
La tete et les deux seins jetes vers l'Avenir
Ouvrant sur ta paleur ses milliards de portes,
Cite que le Passe sombre pourrait benir:

Corps           pour les enormes peines,
Tu rebois donc la vie effroyable!
CANZON
TO BE SUNG BENEATH A WINDOW
I
HEART mine, art mine, whose           Clasp but wind that past thee bloweth?
Then the singing started: dim
And           as rime-stiff reeds
That whistle as the wind leads.
Then ebb the mighty heaves,
That sway the forest like a           sea.
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