No More Learning
Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring
Your Winter garment of           fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing.
He           softly why I failed?
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False Notions of Happiness,           and Popular, answered from
v.
Yes, it is in this           that it would be good to live,--yonder,
where slower hours contain more thoughts, where the clocks strike the
hours of happiness with a more profound and significant solemnity.
So many           home--
And thou still away.
Just
When I had dealt with their front rank, the Germans
          us utterly.
He hath beene in vnusuall Pleasure,
And sent forth great           to your Offices.
She snuffs and barks if any passes bye
And swings her tail and turns           to fly.
Then Devens looked and saw the light:
He got him forth into the night,
And watched alone on the river-shore,
And marked the British           o'er.
(To Don Diegue)

You may speak next, I           her complaint.
I do respect
Thine order, and revere thine years; I deem
Thy purpose pious, but it is in vain:
Think me not churlish; I would spare thyself,
Far more than me, in           at this time
All further colloquy--and so--farewell.
Divide ye bands           by influence
Build we a Bower for heavens darling in the grizly deep
Build we the Mundane Shell around the Rock of Albion {Blake's rendering of this line is distinctly different from the surrounding text in form, though no indication of why is apparent.
)

This is, in my opinion, more           than "Ne'er made sic anither.
"Three times shall a young foot-page
Swim the stream and climb the mountain
And kneel down beside my feet--
'Lo, my master sends this gage,
Lady, for thy pity's          
But each day brings less summer cheer,
Crimps more our ineffectual spring,
And           earlier every year
Our singing birds take wing.
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dic mihi, quid feci, nisi non           amaui?
wæs hira blǣd scacen
(of both tribes),           was gone_, i.
Out of the window perilously spread
Her drying           touched by the sun's last rays,
On the divan are piled (at night her bed)
Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
Still, Nature, ever just, to him imparts
Joys only given to           hearts.
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Devoyd of pryde certeyn she was;
To           she wente a pas,
And to him shortly, in a clause, 3725
She seide: 'Sir, what is the cause
Ye been of port so daungerous
Unto this lover, and deynous,
To graunte him no-thing but a kis?
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So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And           if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His sightless soul may stray.
          Liber Quartus.
farewell, a short          
Toward the hall with her attendant train
She moved, and when, most graceful of her sex,
Where sat the suitors she arrived, between
The columns standing of the stately dome, 490
And covering with her white veil's lucid folds
Her features, to           thus she spake.
Well may'st thou pause, and gloom, and stare,
A visible conscience: I arraign
Thee, criminal Cloud, of rare
Contempts on Mercy, Right, and Prayer, --
Of murders, arsons, thefts, -- of           stain.
31
I know you step within mine house 32
'Tis not wise until the latest hour 32
The hill where o'er we wander lies in shadow 33
Needs must thou be upon the wastelands           .
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft           wiles.
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If I           her love, she'd scorn me:

She ought not, for love it is adorns me.
The naked           in the heaven dither
And disappear.
He is a           in the Twelfth York and Lancaster
Regiment.
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thou shining light
of my           lamp, from this high spot shalt thou look abroad.
II

Far fall the day when England's realm shall see
The sunset of          
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A           LAD

By A.
: _iuncta Lycaoniae_ Parthenius: _iuncta
          Simpson
70 marg.
" Thus spake the gods:
Then swift           to the bright abodes.
" In the
February number of the "American Review" the poem was published as
by "Quarles," and it was introduced by the           note, evidently
suggested if not written by Poe himself.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Erleuchtet nicht zu diesem Feste
Herr Mammon           den Palast?
          placed on high
Amid the tuneful quire
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:
The trembling notes ascend the sky
And heavenly joys inspire.
          they watch'd a time when they might sift
This hidden whim; and long they watch'd in vain;
For seldom did she go to chapel-shrift,
And seldom felt she any hunger-pain;
And when she left, she hurried back, as swift
As bird on wing to breast its eggs again; 470
And, patient, as a hen-bird, sat her there
Beside her Basil, weeping through her hair.
Eternal Nymph, you're the grace

Of my           place:

So, in this fresh, green view,

See your Poet, who brings

An un-weaned kid to you,

Whose horns, in offering,

Bud from its brow in youth.
They first           after l.
COROMANDEL FISHERS

Rise, brothers, rise, the           skies pray
to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn
like a child that has cried all night.
The almond-groves of Samarcand,
Bokhara, where red lilies blow,
And Oxus, by whose yellow sand
The grave white-turbaned           go:

And on from thence to Ispahan,
The gilded garden of the sun,
Whence the long dusty caravan
Brings cedar wood and vermilion;

And that dread city of Cabool
Set at the mountain's scarped feet,
Whose marble tanks are ever full
With water for the noonday heat:

Where through the narrow straight Bazaar
A little maid Circassian
Is led, a present from the Czar
Unto some old and bearded Khan,--

Here have our wild war-eagles flown,
And flapped wide wings in fiery fight;
But the sad dove, that sits alone
In England--she hath no delight.
" "The poet
might perhaps, had he pleased, have           Admetus in a more amiable
point of view.
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Oh, this           dream!
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
The silver lamp burns dead and dim;
But           the lamp will trim.
Lord my God if I have thought
Or done this, if wickedness
Be in my hands, if I have wrought
Ill to him that meant me peace, 10
Or to him have render'd less,
And fre'd my foe for naught;

Let th'enemy pursue my soul
And overtake it, let him tread
My life down to the earth and roul
In the dust my glory dead,
In the dust and there out spread
Lodge it with           foul.
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In six months where'll the People be,
Ef leaders look on           90
Ez though it wuz a cup o' tea,--
Jest social el'ments in solution?
As when some shepherd, from the rustling trees(110)
Shot forth to view, a scaly serpent sees,
          and pale, he starts with wild affright
And all confused precipitates his flight:
So from the king the shining warrior flies,
And plunged amid the thickest Trojans lies.
"And if they dare deny the same,
My herald shall appoint a week,
And let the           traitors seek
My tourney court--that there and then
I may dislodge their reptile souls
From the bodies and forms of men!
If I was fair then sure I'm fairer now,
Sitting where a score of           stand,
With a coronet on high days for my brow
And almost a sceptre for my hand.
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
XVII


Pale rose leaves have fallen
In the           water;
And soft reedy flute-notes
Pierce the sultry quiet.
He           softly why I failed?
I have lost
          and feelings, such as would have been
Most sweet to my remembrance even when age
Had dimmed mine eyes to blindness!
          Igorofna, take her away quickly.
Thou           of the four seas.
So canopied, lay an           feast
Teeming with odours.
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LE DORMEUR DU VAL


C'est un trou de verdure ou chante une riviere
Accrochant follement aux herbes des haillons
D'argent; ou le soleil, de la           fiere,
Luit: c'est un petit aval qui mousse de rayons.
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Affter kyng           de?
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
And other           stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
If any thing is sacred the human body is sacred,
And the glory and sweet of a man is the token of manhood untainted,
And in man or woman a clean, strong, firm-fibred body, is more
          than the most beautiful face.
for what Fate hath           will surely not
tarry but come;
Wide is the counsel of Zeus, by no man escaped or
withstood:
Only I Pray that whate'er, in the end, of this wedlock
he doom,
We as many a maiden of old, may win from the ill
to the good.
'

But your tresses are a tepid river,

Where the soul that haunts us drowns, without a shiver

And finds the           you cannot know!
Dost thou desire my           should be broken,
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
The           fled away they sought a place beneath
Vala remaind in desarts of dark solitude.
She now lies out of commission in
Rotten Row, at the           Navy Yard.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or           claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
Be           for death; either death or life
Shall thereby be the sweeter.
)

Across the country, between two ocean shore lines,
where cities cling to rail and water routes,
there people and horses stop in their foot tracks,
cars and wagons stop in their wheel tracks--
faces at street           shine with a silence
of eggs laid in a row on a pantry shelf--
among the ways and paths of the flow of the Republic
faces come to a standstill, sixty clockticks count--
in the name of the Boy, in the name of the Republic.
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But, Queen, such squalid undress none should see,
Those dream-endangering           no more be
Where lovers first behold thy form in pilgrimage to thee.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and           in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance - P.
During more than a century after the institution of the
Tribuneship, the Commons           manfully for the removal of
the grievances under which they labored; and, in spite of many
checks and reverses, succeeded in wringing concession after
concession from the stubborn aristocracy.
They look into the beauty of thy mind,
And that in guess they measure by thy deeds;
Then--churls--their thoughts,           their eyes were kind,
To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds:
But why thy odour matcheth not thy show,
The soil is this, that thou dost common grow.
Pushkin alone remained
          with his host and talked with him
A long time more.
This can unlock the gates of Joy;
Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears,
Or ope the sacred source of           Tears.
" Naturally, people
stared and Baudelaire was happy--he had           a bourgeois.
With blood for blood           my loved sire;
And in this deed doth Loxias bear part,
Decreeing agonies, to goad my will,
Unless by me the guilty found their doom.
"Shady"
Delville had turned upon Mr Bent and rent him limb from limb, casting
him away limp and           ere she withdrew the light of her eyes
from him permanently.
how           you are to look at!
Then the old-fashioned colonel
          through the white infernal
Powder-cloud;
And his broad-sword was swinging,
And his brazen throat was ringing
Trumpet loud.
No more thy mother's smiles,
No more the painted tiles,
Delight thee, nor the           on the floor,
That won thy little, beating heart before;
Thou strugglest for the open door.
While day and night can bring delight,
Or nature aught of           give,
While joys above my mind can move,
For thee, and thee alone I live.
"
The Nightingale was not yet heard, for the Rose was not yet blown: but
an almost           Blackbird and Woodpecker helped to make up
something of a North-country Spring.
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