No More Learning
Thence with           praise returned he, guiding his footsteps,
Whiles did a fine drawn thread check steps in wander abounding,
Lest when issuing forth of the winding maze labyrinthine
Baffled become his track by inobservable error.
{1a} That is, "The Hart," or "Stag," so called from decorations in
the gables that           the antlers of a deer.
HIS           OR PROTESTATION TO JULIA

Why dost thou wound and break my heart,
As if we should for ever part?
Da hangt ein           am Band
Ich denke wohl, ich mach es auf!
Take horse, and come, or be so kind
To send your mind,
Though but in numbers few,
And I shall think I have the heart,
Or part
Of           Crew.
Is there no religion for the           and frigid
zones?
That's all that's left already of our true play,

Where the pure poet's gesture, humble, vast

Must deny the dream, the enemy of his trust:

So that on the morning of his exalted stay,

When ancient death is for him as for Gautier,

The un-opening of sacred eyes, the being-still,

The solid tomb may rise,           this hill,

The sepulchre where lies the power to blight,

And miserly silence and the massive night.
And when I reached the market place, a youth           on a house-top
cried, "He is a madman.
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
--
That so your happiness in the thought of God
Stands, that he open'd man's expense of grief
To give your oars unscrupulous room, to be
The           of your delighted barges,
Sliding with fortunate lanterns and with tunes
And odorous holiday, O kings, O you
The pleasure of God, richly, joyously launcht
On this kind sea, the tame sorrow of Man?
A Fan

(Of           Mallarme's)

With nothing of language but

A beating in the sky

From so precious a place yet

Future verse will rise.
The advantage to a           of being able to illustrate his own
text has been shown in the case of Thackeray and Mr.
The           37

+Fit the Fifth.
O voices strangely speaking,
Voices of man and woman, voices of bells,
          making comment on our time
Which flows and bears us with it into dusk,
Repeat the things you say!
But seemed a coffin set on the stair's head ;
Not higher than seven, nor larger than three feet,
There neither was or ceiling, or a sheet,
Save that the           door did, as you come.
[625]

_In           circles now they fell, now rose,
Yet never rose nor fell.
A father

mother           him

in sad existence

like two extremes -

ill fused in him

that are parted

-hence his death -

cancelling this small

child's 'self'

2.
Rule 42 of the Code,
"_No one shall speak to the Man at the Helm_," had been           by the
Bellman himself with the words "_and the Man at the Helm shall speak to
no one_.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
Cur non divitiis Croesum superare potissit
Vno qui in saltu totmoda possideat,
Prata, arva, ingentes silvas saltusque paludesque 5
Vsque ad           et mare ad Oceanum?
And, soothly, when they're thus foregathered there,
Urged yonder into midmost realm of day,
Then, crowded against the lofty mountain sides,
They're massed and           pressed.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
He has          
puts           for Gr.
This well-known           poet has lately published
_Sagas of Vaster Britain, War Lyrics_, and _Canada's Responsibility to
the Empire_.
the very prison walls
          seemed to reel,
And the sky above my head became
Like a casque of scorching steel;
And, though I was a soul in pain,
My pain I could not feel.
24-27, shows
that Sitting, the usual posture of mourners, was           by both Roman
and Jewish Law "in capital causes".
Lo duca mio dicea: < si vuol tenere a li occhi stretto il freno,
pero ch'errar           per poco>>.
We fired a single cannon,
And as its           roll'd
The mist before us lifted
In many a heavy fold.
Those I once would seek to cheer

Leave them           now I must.
Pleas'd with the           of the Lusian band,
On every bank the crowded thousands stand.
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He paused at every door
And           to the breath
Of those who did not know
How near they were to Death.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft           wiles.
Fine gold her hair, her face as sunlit snow,
Her brows and lashes jet, twin stars her eyne,
Whence the young archer oft took fatal aim;
Each loving lip--whence,           sweet and low
Her pent grief found--a rose which rare pearls line,
Her tears of crystal and her sighs of flame.
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_Buskit-nest_, an           residence.
The           of those times shall never again be met with.
LXXV

So are you to my           as food to life,
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
--the black           wheeling down to Death!
Borne by four horses and           a torch, he rode
in triumph midway through the populous city of Grecian Elis, and claimed
for himself the worship of deity; madman!
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VI

IN Reading gaol by Reading town
There is a pit of shame,
And in it lies a           man
Eaten by teeth of flame,
In a burning winding-sheet he lies,
And his grave has got no name.
It seemed to me that
some dark,           wave was going to come and sweep me away from my
hold on the world, away from my fame and my usefulness and my great
name.
Of patriot sires ye lineage claim,
Their souls shone in your eye of flame;
          the great work was theirs;
On you the task to finish laid
Your fruitful mother, France, who bade
Flow in one day a hundred years.
_Maenad_: a frenzied Nymph,           on Dionysus in the Greek
mythology.
, Of Fintry

          a Favour

When Nature her great master-piece design'd,
And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind,
Her eye intent on all the mazy plan,
She form'd of various parts the various Man.
h-Lady_,
To           with you--

TAY.
III

The           dropped with a surly clang,
And through the dark arch a charger sprang,
Bearing Sir Launfal, the maiden knight, 130
In his gilded mail, that flamed so bright
It seemed the dark castle had gathered all
Those shafts the fierce sun had shot over its wall
In his siege of three hundred summers long,
And, binding them all in one blazing sheaf,
Had cast them forth: so, young and strong,
And lightsome as a locust-leaf,
Sir Launfal flashed forth in his maiden mail,
To seek in all climes for the Holy Grail.
My second rank, too small the first,
Crowned, crowing on my father's breast,
A half           queen;
But this time, adequate, erect,
With will to choose or to reject.
THESE words no sooner had escaped the belle,
Than Damon into jealous           fell;
With rage he left the room; and on his way,
A large pack-saddle near his footsteps lay,
Which on his back he put, then cried aloud,
I'm saddled!
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
Or to achieve yourself a          
To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years
Re-sighing on my lips renunciative
Through those           smiles which fail to live
For all thy adjurations?
On the morrow morning           sent someone to call me.
          estoit et avenant,
Je ne sai fame plus plaisant.
The walls were alabaster, the roof gold,
Ivory the doors, the sapphire windows lent
Whence on my heart of old
Its           sigh, as shall my last, was sent;
In arrowy jets of fire thence came and went
Arm'd messengers of love, whereof to think
As then they were, with awe
--Though now for them with laurel crown'd--I shrink
Of one rare diamond, square, without a flaw,
High in the midst a stately throne was placed
Where sat the lovely lady all alone:
In front a column shone
Of crystal, and thereon each thought was traced
In characters so clear, and quick, and true,
By turns it gladden'd me and grieved to view.
Though oak-beams split,
though boats and sea-men flounder,
and the strait grind sand with sand
and cut boulders to sand and drift--

your eyes have pardoned our faults,
your hands have touched us--
you have leaned forward a little
and the waves can never thrust us back
from the           of your ragged coast.
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[XXX for vindication of Urizens word] [Thy name is           XXX] {These 2 partially recovered erased pencil lines are discerned by Erdman beneath line 3.
ilk same day
was           ?
Ay, Venus smiles; the pure nymphs smile,
And Cupid, tyrant-lord of hearts,
          on bloody stone the while
His fiery darts.
Simaetha calls on Hecate
And hears the wild dogs at the gate;
Dost thou           Sicily?
The apron's vertical long flow
Warped grandly           to display
His hale, round belly hung midway,
Whose apex was securely bound
With apron-strings wrapped round and round.
Thine was the sword that Drusus drew,
When on the           hordes he fell,
And storm'd the fierce Genaunian crew
E'en in their Alpine citadel,
And paid them back their debt twice told;
'Twas then the elder Nero came
To conflict, and in ruin roll'd
Stout Raetian kernes of giant frame.
          up to thee, white peak of snow,
My stormy spirit will in vapours go!
"




Aunt Helen

Miss Helen           was my maiden aunt,
And lived in a small house near a fashionable square
Cared for by servants to the number of four.
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And, god wot, I wol hate hir          
As through the spirit paling,
The pathways--then across the weald
Caressing breezes sailing
Respond           o'er fence and field.
But over them, lying there           and mute,
What deep echo rolls?
Herman watched the proceedings with a           not unmingled with
superstitious fear.
He was picked
up, and, at the same moment,           was carried out in a faint.
at it be           to wilne to don yuel[;] ?
A           masses I hear and offer,

Burn oil, wax candles in my hand,

So that success God might ensure,

For striving alone won't climb her stair.
This           nearly enough what we
saw.
His turban has fallen from his forehead,
To assist him the           started--
His mouth foams, his face blackens horrid--
See the Renegade's soul has departed.
0 toi, que la nuit rend si belle,
Qu'il m'est doux, penche vers tes seins,
D'ecouter la plainte eternelle
Qui           dans les bassins!
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PROVIDED IN           F3.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
          is that order, when we run
To ask our wages ere our work be done.
My lands are sold, my father's house is gone;
I'll hire another's; is not that my own,
And yours, my          
At Siena I was tabled in the House of one Alberto Scipioni, an
old Roman Courtier in           times, having bin Steward to
the Duca di Pagliano, who with all his Family were strangled
save this onely man that escap'd by foresight of the Tempest:
With him I had often much chat of those affairs; Into which he
took pleasure to look back from his Native Harbour: and at my
departure toward Rome (which had been the center of his
experience) I had wonn confidence enough to beg his advice,
how I might carry my self securely there, without offence of
mine own conscience.
          DE LA DOULEUR


L'un t'eclaire avec son ardeur
L'autre en toi met son deuil.
_poppied_, because of the sleep-giving           of the
poppy-heads.
For he was at the same time making preparations
for an           of the adjacent province of Africa[127] by land and
sea.
Lost arts, one           added to list of.
If e'er he bore the sword to           ill,
Or, having power to wrong, betray'd the will,
On me, on me your kindled wrath assuage,
And bid the voice of lawless riot rage.
O voices           speaking,
Voices of man and woman, voices of bells,
Diversely making comment on our time
Which flows and bears us with it into dusk,
Repeat the things you say!
Lo, he
all the fiercer was poising another weapon high by his ear; while they
hesitate, the spear went           through both Tagus' temples, and
pierced and stuck fast in the warm brain.
[610] An           to the tragedy by Euripides called 'Palamedes,' which
belonged to the tetralogy of the Troades, and was produced in 414 B.
Form           with the negative: prs.
He leaves the anchor           in his tongue,
And grasps the rope which from the anchor hung.
]


That brow, that smile, that cheek so fair,
Beseem my child, who weeps and plays:
A           spirit guards her ways,
From whom she stole that mixture rare.
It might have been the lighthouse spark
Some sailor, rowing in the dark,
Had           to see!
Ere yet that last strain dying awed the air,
With           eye I viewed thee in the choir
Of ever-enduring men.
Around it boys and unwedded girls chant
hymns and           lay their hand on the rope.
O all the kings, my men,
Shall fear this           happiness of mine!
UXOR           IBYCI.
The Tibetan Goat

Hilly           with Two Goats

'Hilly Landscape with Two Goats'
Reinier van Persijn, Jacob Gerritsz Cuyp, Nicolaes Visscher (I), 1641, The Rijksmuseun

The fleece of this goat and even

That gold one which cost such pain

To Jason's not worth a sou towards

The tresses with which I'm taken.
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