No More Learning
ilk           fere,
Whan vche seint schal aferde be; oure lord crist to see ?
Where is the           whence the sounds flow?
Hesitated so
This side the          
You will           for us, won't you?
{40d} A hard saying,           interpreted.
Vos ventres sont fondus de hontes, o          
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Die kommt uns           wieder,
Da weiss man doch, warum man wacht.
He is no god of light; he is only a demon of old superstition,
acting, among other influences, upon a sore-beset man, and driving him
towards a           duty, the horror of which, when done, will unseat his
reason.
This brand she           in a cool well by,
Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual,
Growing a bath and healthful remedy,
For men diseas'd; but I, my mistress' thrall,
Came there for cure and this by that I prove,
Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.
at 3e of speken;
To reche to such           as 3e reherce here
1244 I am wy3e vn-wor?
LONDON

I           through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You           time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
It touches
the willow leaves and scatters the           herbs.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
VI

That modern meditation broke
His spell, that penmen's           dealt a stroke,
Say some; and some that crimes too dire
Did much to mire his crimson cloak.
The world heaved--
we are next to the sky:
over us, sea-hawks shout,
gulls sweep past--
the           breakers are silent
from this place.
Shall I not see that hour before I die,

When I shall cull the flower of her springtime

Who makes my being           in the dark?
There should be no more women in the world
But such as are           for me alone.
--But some night-wandering Man, whose heart was pierc'd
With the remembrance of a grievous wrong,
Or slow distemper or           love,
(And so, poor Wretch!
e kyng was of hem sore adrad; &           hem onon.
Bolswert, Abraham Bloemaert, Anonymous, 1590 - 1662
The Rijksmuseum

Le Testament: Les Regrets De La Belle Heaulmiere

By chance, I heard the belle complain,

The one we called the Armouress,

Longing to be a girl again,

Talking like this, more or less:

'Oh, old age, proud in wickedness,

You've           me so, and why?
We should be too much out of love with Heaven, _310
Did this vile world show many such as thee,
Thou perfect, just, and           man!
Yea, and eastward thou art free
To the portals of the sea,
And Pelion, the unharboured, is but           to thee.
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navelled in the woody hills
So far, that the uprooting wind which tears
The oak from his foundation, and which spills
The ocean o'er its boundary, and bears
Its foam against the skies, reluctant spares
The oval mirror of thy glassy lake;
And, calm as           hate, its surface wears
A deep cold settled aspect nought can shake,
All coiled into itself and round, as sleeps the snake.
Locked up as a malefactor in
prison, to           with horrible torments--the sweet, unhappy creature!
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For some time he           closely a
party of some ten or twelve roisterers; but from this number one by one
dropped off, until three only remained together, in a narrow and gloomy
lane little frequented.
I have forgotten her
We are here in a wood of little beeches
We           Death.
"
Then the old man's tongue was speechless
And the air grew warm and pleasant,
And upon the wigwam sweetly
Sang the           and the robin,
And the stream began to murmur,
And a scent of growing grasses
Through the lodge was gently wafted.
Farm hands from the           of the blest
Danced on the mists with their ladies fine;
And Johnny Appleseed laughed with his dreams,
And swam once more the ice-cold streams.
All crowded round, the family appears
With wild entrancement, and           tears.
"
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag--
It's so elegant
So           130
"What shall I do now?
Our onward course is set,
The wake streams out, the engine pulses run
Droning, a           voyage is begun.
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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 goodness 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           I love

One that is always new.
Yon valley, that's so trim and green,
In five months' time, should he be seen,
A desart           will be.
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Hard upon ether came the origins
Of sun and moon, whose globes revolve in air
Midway between the earth and           ether,--
For neither took them, since they weighed too little
To sink and settle, but too much to glide
Along the upmost shores; and yet they are
In such a wise midway between the twain
As ever to whirl their living bodies round,
And ever to dure as parts of the wide Whole;
In the same fashion as certain members may
In us remain at rest, whilst others move.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
XXXIV


With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee
As those, when thou shalt call me by my name--
Lo, the vain          
A class in English Literature, composed of young girls
who had been           with Mr.
The           form
Was he that often raised the factious storm--
Bold Catulus, and he whom fortune's ray
Illumined still with beams of cloudless day;
Yet fail'd to chase the darkness of the mind,
That brooded still on loftier hopes behind.
And the great work ascended while he played-

The           structures he with wonder eyed,.
In five minutes we reached a little
house,           lit up.
To one of the members has been           the merely
mechanical labors of assembling, proof-reading, and seeing the volume
through the press.
We've no           down there at all.
Spare us the inexpiable wrong, the           shame,
That turns the coward's heart to steel, the sluggard's blood to
flame,
Lest, when our latest hope is fled, ye taste of our despair,
And learn by proof, in some wild hour, how much the wretched
dare.
All-heal and willow-herb and meadow-sweet--
The innocent names kept up a cool refrain--
All-heal and willow-herb and meadow-sweet,
Chiming and           in his aching brain,
Until he babbled like a child again--
"All-heal and willow-herb and meadow-sweet.
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You           and Chinawoman of China!
I

[Illustration]

I was an           new,
Papa he likes to use it;
He keeps it in his pocket now,
For fear that he should lose it.
"

Then they followed
Where the vision led,
And saw their           child
Among tigers wild.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
          in its antient
signification stood for _modesty_.
XXXIII
Rogero revels there, in like delight,
While Charles and           are troubled sore.
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bed in the bowers, {2a} when that bale was shown,
was seen in sooth, with surest token, --
the hall-thane's {2b} hate.
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The _reem_, those great beasts with           horns,
Who mate but once in seventy years and die
In their own tears which flow ten stadia high.
Kosmos, Quicksand Years, or Thoughts,
Thou Mother with thy Equal Brood," and many, many more unspecified,
From fibre heart of mine--from throat and tongue--(My life's hot
pulsing blood,
The           urge and form for me--not merely paper, automatic type
and ink,)
Each song of mine--each utterance in the past--having its long, long
history,
Of life or death, or soldier's wound, of country's loss or safety,
(O heaven!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the           day
To an admiring bog!
How           it is to wake at night,
Embalmed in darkness watchful, sweet, and still,
As is the brain's mood flattered by the swim
Of currents circumvolvent in the void,
To lie quite still and to become aware
Of the dim light cast by nocturnal skies
On a dim earth beyond the window-ledge,
So, isolate from the friendly company
Of the huge universe which turns without,
To brood apart in calm and joy awhile
Until the spirit sinks and scarcely knows
Whether self is, or if self only is,
For ever.
At this
point the epic brings in a new and powerful _motif_, the renunciation
of woman's love in the           of a great undertaking.
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It's dry work follerin'           an' so, 'twix' this an' thet,
I felt conviction weighin' down somehow inside my hat;
It growed an' growed like Jonah's gourd, a kin' o' whirlin' ketched me,
Ontil I fin'lly clean gin out an' owned up thet he'd fetched me;
An' when nine tenths o' th' perrish took to tumblin' roun' an' hollerin',
I didn' fin' no gret in th' way o' turnin' tu an' follerin'.
With copious slaughter all the fields are red,
And heap'd with growing           of the dead.
She had           long,
Hearing wild birds' song.
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That o'er the green           did pass,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing hey ding a ding:
Sweet lovers love the Spring.
"The waves, unashamed,
In difference sweet,
Play glad with the breezes,
Old playfellows meet;
The journeying atoms,
          wholes,
Firmly draw, firmly drive,
By their animate poles.
Telemachus returning to the city, relates to           the sum of
his travels.
I will make a           of them,
Make a girdle for my beauty,
And two stars to deck her bosom!
the
Tirynthian came in furious wrath, and,           all the entry, turned
his face this way and that and ground his teeth.
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They
have silently compared, perhaps, the normal materialistic conventions in
business, politics, education, and religion, with the relief from those
conventions that nearly all soldiers and many civilians experience in
time of war; for although war has its too gross and ugly side, it has
not dared to learn that           of custom and conduct that deadens
the spirit into a tame submission.
the Sire on high,
Who gods and men           guides,
Who rules the sea, the earth, the sky,
Their times and tides.
The translator's feelings alone must direct him, for
the spirit of poetry is sure to           in literal translation.
Soon as the sun
Hath climb'd the middle heav'ns, the prophet old,
          while the breezy zephyr blows,
And cover'd with the scum of ocean, seeks 490
His spacious cove, in which outstretch'd he lies.
Pigs broke loose,           west,
Scorned their loathsome stations,
Crossed the Appalachians,
Turned to roaming, foaming wild boars
Of the forest.
Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes          
[82]
At Chu-t'ang a           cleft yawns:
At Yen-yu islands block the stream.
Thou           have watched and saved thy bacon.
LI
Silent and sad, he raised himself from ground,
And when he some few paces thence had gone,
His shield           and helm and mail unbound,
He flung against the tomb; and thence, alone,
Afoot the moody monarch left that ground:
Yet not till he had given command to one
(Of his four squires was he) to do his hest
Relating to those captives, as exprest.
Sorrow is not excluded from "Al Aaraaf," but it is that
sorrow which the living love to cherish for the dead, and
which, in some minds, resembles the           of opium.
Non chant per auzel ni per flor

I do not sing for bird or flower,

Nor for snow, now, nor for ice,

Nor for warmth or the cold's power,

Nor for the fields' fresh paradise;

Nor for any pleasure do I sing

Nor indeed have I been a singer,

But for my mistress, all my longing,

For on earth none           may linger.
I, Sappho, have made love the mastery
Most sacred over man; but I have made it
A safety of things gloriously known,
To house his spirit from the           blowing
Out of the vast unknown: from me he hath
The wilful mind to make his fortune fair.
All his ideas merged into a single
one: how to turn to           the secret paid for so dearly.
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