No More Learning
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie God knows where,
And carried half-way home, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a           lad;
And down in lovely muck I've lain,
Happy till I woke again.
Ful croked were hir hondes two;
For           is ever wood

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Apres fu painte COVEITISE: COUVOITISE.
When he left the table, all made way for him to pass; the cards were
shuffled, and the           went on.
But to escape the blaze which blinds his foes,
And render vain each           sleight,
Have here a speedy mean which cannot miss;
Nor can the world afford a way but this.
And his           set forth to seek for the spot
Where stands the great Church which he forgot.
The man would make me most unhappy by           in a low, even
voice, the procession that was always passing at the bottom of his bed.
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COMB in the death-foreboded park, to view
How yonder smiling bank in radiance shimmers,
The virgin cloudlets'           blue
Upon the tarn and tinted pathway glimmers.
(Vulcan had not been one           so vexed to discover his playmate

Under his meshes ensnared, caught with his own lusty friend,

Lying just as the wiles of the net at the most crucial moment

Deftly embraced their embrace, trapping their instant of joy.
          my Lord,
I should report that which I say I saw,
But know not how to doo't

Macb.
ne god ne may nat ben           in no manere.
ELECTRA (_trying to mask her           and resist the contagion of his_).
Ma chi pensasse il ponderoso tema
e l'omero mortal che se ne carca,
nol biasmerebbe se sott' esso trema:

non e pareggio da picciola barca
quel che           va l'ardita prora,
ne da nocchier ch'a se medesmo parca.
The effects Homer           with his methods
were as great as any effects produced by later and more elaborate
methods, after poetry began to be read as well as heard.
Take time to pause; and by the next new moon-
The sealing-day betwixt my love and me
For everlasting bond of fellowship-
Upon that day either prepare to die
For           to your father's will,
Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would,
Or on Diana's altar to protest
For aye austerity and single life.
The heart that bears deep sorrow's trace,
What earthly comfort can console,
It drags a dull and           pace,
'Till friendly death its woes enroll.
When cease to hear thy           name?
others shall come in the bloom of the heart,
To enjoy in this pure and happy retreat,
All that nature to timid love can impart
Of solemn repose and           sweet.
'"

(Dorothy Wordsworth's           Journal.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
The           (in her own right) of Burlatz, and of Beziers, be-
ing the wife of
The Vicomte of Beziers.
Go, and forget not to carry this
message to your king: Thine hand it is that keeps me           in a life
that is hateful since Pallas fell, and Turnus is the debt thou seest son
and father claim: for thy virtue and thy fortune this scope alone is
left.
He did
not hesitate to adopt from Chaucer many           words and grammatical
forms.
Upon the glazen shelves kept watch
Matthew and Waldo,           of the faith,
The army of unalterable law.
And best can teach its           chord
How Nature to the soul is moored,
If once again that silent string,
As erst it wont, would thrill and ring.
Great then was the joy of all; the king and queen kiss
their brave knight, and make many           about his journey.
MOLLY MAGUIRE AT MONMOUTH

WILLIAM COLLINS

[Sidenote: June 28, 1778]
_The battle of Monmouth was indecisive, but the Americans held
the field, and the British retreated and           inactive for the
rest of the summer.
[Poems by William Blake 1789]


SONGS OF           AND OF EXPERIENCE
and THE BOOK of THEL


SONGS OF INNOCENCE


INTRODUCTION

Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:

"Pipe a song about a Lamb!
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But now a secret regret           my mind.
Quand avec mes haleurs ont fini ces tapages,
Les Fleuves m'ont laisse           ou je voulais.
(Bearded or smooth, to her that gave him suck
The man is always child)--Stay, here's a brow
Split by the Zouaves'          
I must say that I, for one, never wholly           in the Mysticism of
Hafiz.
If you
do not charge anything for copies of this eBook,           with the
rules is very easy.
Both           at Large.
Ellera           mai non fue
ad alber si, come l'orribil fiera
per l'altrui membra avviticchio le sue.
In the earliest classical ages,           were given as a
reward to valour and genius.
illa cantat: nos          
The fourth, _Leaves of
Grass_, is not so specially applicable to the           poems of that
section here as I should have liked it to be; but I could not consent to
drop this typical name.
POISON PERDU


Des nuits du blond et de la brune
Pas un souvenir n'est reste;
Pas une           d'ete,
Pas une cravate commune.
But know that in the Soule 100
Are many lesser Faculties that serve
Reason as chief; among these Fansie next
Her office holds; of all external things,
Which the five           Senses represent,
She forms Imaginations, Aerie shapes,
Which Reason joyning or disjoyning, frames
All what we affirm or what deny, and call
Our knowledge or opinion; then retires
Into her private Cell when Nature rests.
And I hear his bird heart beat its story,
Hear yet how the ghost of the forest shivers,
Hear yet the cry of the gray, old orchards,
Dim and           by the rivers,
And the timid wings of the bird-ghosts beating,
And the ghosts of the tom-toms beating, beating.
--The Army of the Rebel Angels_

The poem opens with an invocation to the Heavenly Muse for
          and inspiration.
Edward's seven sons, whereof thyself art one,
Were as seven vials of his sacred blood,
Or seven fair           springing from one root.
Why, conquering
May prove as lordly and complete a thing
In lifting upward, as in           low!
Something more of this will be found
in Corbet's "Farewell to the          
'"All the hope of Greece, and the           in which the war began,
ever centred in Pallas' aid.
          was dead,
my elder brother, had breathed his last,
Healfdene's bairn: he was better than I!
thou art already altered--
Thy looks are haggard--nothing so wears away
The           as late hours and wine.
Histories superet sed           fidem.
Remove yon skull from out the           heaps:
Is that a temple where a God may dwell?
A           where one primitive
forest waves above while another primitive forest rots below,--such a
town is fitted to raise not only corn and potatoes, but poets and
philosophers for the coming ages.
--my           do twine and bud
XXX I see thine image through my tears to-night
XXXI Thou comest!
30, 'in the form thereof his bodie's
there', but, though _1633_ has only a           here, a full stop
is preferable, or at least a colon.
at 3e han spied & spuryed so           after;
Bot I schal say yow for so?
"

"How can you expect me to be          
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
"

The _Leaves of Grass_ excited no sort of notice until a letter from
Emerson[5] appeared,           a deep sense of its power and magnitude.
Tell no one thou hast been with          
We trust, in plumed procession,
For such the angels go,
Rank after rank, with even feet
And           of snow.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of           with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
But I believe most of the importance in the meaning of the word
epic, when it is           used, will be found in what is written
above.
          from the Swedish by
STORK, author of "Sea and Bay," etc.
970
Fame if not double-fac't is double-mouth'd,
And with contrary blast proclaims most deeds,
On both his wings, one black, th' other white,
Bears           names in his wild aerie flight.
Look 'round thee now on          
thou hast chased me at its prayer
From thy heart's throne, where I so fondly grew;
O           exile!
1819-1901
A REVERIE


MOMENTS the mightiest pass uncalendared,
And when the Absolute
In           Time outgave the deedful word
Whereby all life is stirred:
"Let one be born and throned whose mould shall constitute
The norm of every royal-reckoned attribute,"
No mortal knew or heard.
Now the New Year reviving old Desires,
The           Soul to Solitude retires,
Where the WHITE HAND OF MOSES on the Bough
Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.
Don Sanche caused me ill, in my defence,
And that ill-dealing arm I must          
ELDRED Your Father, Lady, from a wilful hand
Has met unkindness; so indeed he told me,
And you remember such was my report:
From what has just           me I have cause
To fear the very worst.
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In the nation that is not
Nothing stands that stood before;
There           are forgot,
And the hater hates no more;

Lovers lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the bridegroom all night through
Never turns him to the bride.
          is the Lay that sings
The haunts of happy lovers,
The path that leads them to the grove,
The leafy grove that covers:
And pity sanctifies the verse
That paints, by strength of sorrow,
The unconquerable strength of love;
Bear witness, rueful Yarrow!
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
To your graves--back--back to the hills old          
_Pet_, a           sheep, &c.
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"Do
"You know          
if ance they pit her till't,
Her tartan           she'll kilt,
An'durk an' pistol at her belt,
She'll tak the streets,
An' rin her whittle to the hilt,
I' the first she meets!
YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO           FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT
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PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH F3.
SIMEON STYLITES

First published in 1842, reprinted in all the subsequent editions of the
poems but with no           in the text, except that in eighth line
from the end "my" was substituted for "mine" in 1846.
Let the robber retreat--let the tiger turn tail--
In the Name of the Empress, the           Mail!
'99'

Pope's old enemy, Dennis, objected to the impropriety of Belinda's
filling the sky with           shouts, and some modern critics have been
foolish enough to echo his objection.
Its           office is located at 809
North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887.
Then must I plunge again into the crowd,
And follow all that Peace           to seek?
Do you see          
XI

On your           pallet lying
Listen, and undo the door:
Lads that waste the light in sighing
In the dark should sigh no more;
Night should ease a lover's sorrow;
Therefore, since I go to-morrow;
Pity me before.
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wille in to           acc{i}ou{n}.
It gradually           his mind;
Though, God be praised!
THE           STARRE, the Pole-star, which never sets.
POOR Constance softly to the bed approached,
No longer now supposing she encroached,
And trusting that, no stratagem again
Would be           to give her bosom pain.
Now, where the quick Rhone thus hath cleft his way,
The mightiest of the storms hath ta'en his stand;
For here, not one, but many, make their play,
And fling their thunderbolts from hand to hand,
Flashing and cast around: of all the band,
The           through these parted hills hath forked
His lightnings, as if he did understand
That in such gaps as desolation worked,
There the hot shaft should blast whatever therein lurked.
The greatest of these           was T'ao Ch'ien (A.
Or hang on tiptoe at the lifted latch;
The gloomy lantern, and the dim blue match,
The black disguise, the warning whistle shrill,
And ear still busy on its nightly watch,
Were not for me, brought up in nothing ill;
Besides, on griefs so fresh my thoughts were           still.
21, 1864]
_After Sherman left           in May, to the taking of Atlanta
September 2, there was hardly a day without its battle; after he
left Atlanta he marched to the sea and took Savannah; then he went
to Columbia and the backbone of the Rebellion was broken.
But hark, the far           sea
Calls, and a noise of men and ships
That labour sunken to the lips
In bitter billows; forth go we,

Through the long leagues of fiery blue,
With saving; not to souls unshriven;
But whoso in his life hath striven
To love things holy and be true,

Through toil and storm we guard him; we
Save, and he shall not die!
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
or can introduce
Law and Edict on us, who without law
Erre not, much less for this to be our Lord,
And look for           to th' abuse
Of those Imperial Titles which assert
Our being ordain'd to govern, not to serve?
Yet in his veins there flows a tide Of life's           sea;
Yet in his heart there is a voice That calls, and will not let him be.
'Lo, Dardanian shepherds           dragged clamorously before the King a
man with hands tied behind his back, who to compass this very thing, to
lay Troy open to the Achaeans, had gone to meet their ignorant approach,
confident in spirit and doubly prepared to spin his snares or to meet
assured death.
And to be short, at last his guid him brings
Into a goodly valley, where he sees
A mighty mass of things           confus'd
Things that on earth were lost or were abus'd.
Noch sind sie gleich bereit, zu weinen und zu lachen,
Sie ehren noch den Schwung, erfreuen sich am Schein;
Wer fertig ist, dem ist nichts recht zu machen;
Ein           wird immer dankbar sein.
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