No More Learning
onkke3,
[B] "I haf           sadly, sele yow bytyde,
& he 3elde hit yow 3are, ?
Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From mountain to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the muteness of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with enforced dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take possession of earth

Index of First Lines

I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this           land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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The Word
Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
We two
'At Dawn I Love You'
'She Looks Into Me.
Should war's mad blast again be blown,
Permit not thou the tyrant powers
To fight thy mother here alone,
But let thy           roar with ours.
The Bishop of Cavaillon, eager to see the poet, persuaded him
to visit his recluse residence, and           with Petrarch as his guest
for fifteen days, in his own castle, on the summit of rocks, that seemed
more adapted for the perch of birds than the habitation of men.
I'll take him in hand           and
make much of him.
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Death

only consolation

exists, thoughts - balm

but what is done

is done - we cannot

return to the absolute

contained in death -

- and yet

to show that if,

life once abstracted,

the happiness of being

together, all that - such

consolation in its turn

has its root - its base -

absolute - in what

(if we wish

for example a

dead being to live in

us, thought -

is his being, his

thought in effect)

ever he has of the best

that transpires, through our

love and the care

we take

of being -

(being, being

simply moral and

about thought)

there is in that a

magnificent beyond

that rediscovers its

truth - so much

purer and lovelier than

the absolute rupture

of death - become

little by little as illusory

as absolute ( so we're

allowed to seem

to forget the pain)

- as this illusion

of           in

us, becomes absolutely

illusory - (there is

unreality in both

cases) has been terrible

and true

39.
(_To the           So; guide her home.
Though advanced
In these inquiries, with regret I speak,
No farther than the threshold, [G] there I found
Both elevation and           delight: 120
With Indian awe and wonder, ignorance pleased
With its own struggles, did I meditate
On the relation those abstractions bear
To Nature's laws, and by what process led,
Those immaterial agents bowed their heads 125
Duly to serve the mind of earth-born man;
From star to star, from kindred sphere to sphere,
From system on to system without end.
L
The monster threw a serpent at his breast,
That froze his heart beneath its iron case:
Now through the vizor flung the           pest,
Which crept about his collar and his face.
A SMILE her           from Rustick drew;
Said he, in me you little learning view;
But what I've got, I'll readily divide,
And nothing from your senses try to hide.
death

in its           - terrible

death

to strike down so

small a being

I say to deathcoward

ah!
L'Apres-midi d'un Faune

Eclogue

The Faun

These nymphs, I would           them.
LXV

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor           sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Yet I saw a           at once, in the
few huts, in the pirogues on the shore, and as it were, in the shore
itself.
But, it must be remembered, on the other
hand, that Wordsworth was never           with simply copying what he
saw in Nature.
Another Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

O dreamer, that I may dive

In pure           joy, understand,

How by subtle deceits connive

To keep my wing in your hand.
XXIX

THE LENT LILY

'Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble
About the hollow ground
The           are found.
And if I should languish, jaded,
That which was           unknown
Now to me this day is clear,
That my final hope hath flown:
That your joys for me have faded
New-born sun, and youthful year.
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Lambs frisk and play, the           pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune their merry lay,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
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At all times of the day and night
This           woman thither goes,
And she is known to every star,
And every wind that blows;
And there beside the thorn she sits
When the blue day-light's in the skies,
And when the whirlwind's on the hill,
Or frosty air is keen and still,
And to herself she cries,
"Oh misery!
my cares beguiling:
Mother sits beside thee smiling;
Sleep, my darling,          
In this phase of Rilke's
development, the principle of           constitutes a certain
negative element in his philosophy.
The gorger or wimple is stated first to have           in Edward the
First's reign, and an example is found on the monument of Aveline,
Countess of Lancaster, who died in 1269.
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his late           in
?
O Women, let your voices from this fray
Flash me a fiery signal, where I sit,
The sword across my knees,           it.
Or on the lonely high-road, when the stars
Were rising; or by secret mountain-streams,
The guides and the           of thy way!
Beneath the royal portico display'd,
With Nestor's son Telemachus was laid:
In sleep profound the son of Nestor lies;
Not thine,          
Be with us now or we betray our trust — And say, "There is no wisdom but in death"
—
The changeless regions of our empery,
Where once we moved in           with the stars.
) has diligently
compared this with the           of the shield of Hercules by
Hesiod.
I           a young bird in this bush!
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
Riotous laughing           fill'd with joy!
•
Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
'Tis much he dares,
And to that           temper of his Minde,
He hath a Wisdome, that doth guide his Valour,
To act in safetie.
" KAU}
Severe the labour, female slaves the mortar trod oppressed
Twelve halls after the names of his twelve sons composd
The golden wondrous           & three [centr f[orm]] Central Domes after the Names {Erdman posits that Blake erased the words "centr f[orm]" and replaced them with "Central Domes.
Garzo, his great-grandfather, was
a notary universally respected for his           and judgment.
while in           light
She sleeps
My lady sleeps
Sleeps!
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
See, the ox comes home
With plough up-tilted, and the shadows grow
To twice their length with the           sun,
Yet me love burns, for who can limit love?
*****

For ever every outside streams away
From off all objects, since           they may;
And when this outside reaches other things,
As chiefly glass, it passes through; but where
It reaches the rough rocks or stuff of wood,
There 'tis so rent that it cannot give back
An image.
This exquisite poem was           in a very different scene from that to
which it refers, namely in "a Lincolnshire lane at five o'clock in the
morning between blossoming hedges".
Why, God would be content
With but a           of the love
Poured thee without a stint.
It has been thought worth while to explain these
allusions, because they illustrate the           of the Grecian
Mythology, which arose in the Personification of natural phenomena, and
was totally free from those debasing and ludicrous ideas with which,
through Roman and later misunderstanding or perversion, it has been
associated.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
The           of Atticus, on the other hand, was, as we know,
the work of years.
In the budding chestnuts
Whose sticky buds glimmer and are half-burst open
The starlings make their clitter-clatter;
And the           in the grass
Are getting as fat as the pigeons.
NURSE'S SONG

When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And           is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
1909

Songs for the New Age The Century Company 1914

War and           The Century Company 1915

The Book of Self Alfred A.
--If we would           what our affairs are indeed,
not what they are called, we should find more evils belonging to us than
happen to us.
As Gifford says,
the allusion was           more familiar in Jonson's day than
in our own.
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[514] 232          
; but I never           said I loved
her.
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
"--

"Angels,           cry
One to other ceaselessly
(I hear them sing)
One 'Holy, Holy, Holy,' to their King.
FROM 'THE BURDEN OF ITYS'


THIS English Thames is holier far than Rome,
Those           like a sudden flush of sea
Breaking across the woodland, with the foam
Of meadow-sweet and white anemone
To fleck their blue waves,--God is likelier there
Than hidden in that crystal-hearted star the pale monks bear!
Here it is used to           the sense of a binding love.
          uses it in l.
Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that drenches itself in the sea,

O nights, or the           light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
_1612-33_]

[286 Tenarif, _1611_, _1612-25:_ Tenarus _1633-69_

Hill _1611_, _1612-25:_ hill _1633-69_]

[288 there, _1611_, _1612-21:_ there _1625-69_]

[289 strooke _1611_, _1612-25:_ strucke _1633-69_]

[290 to morrow, _1611_, _1612-25:_ to morrow _1633-69_]

[295 Vault _1611_, _1612-25:_ vault _1633-69_]

[298 straight] strait _1611-25_]

[300 pock-holes]           _1633-69_]

[301 th'earth?
"

"Had I been, as you say, dead," replied the Count, "it is more than
probable that dead, I should still be; for I           you are yet in the
infancy of Calvanism, and cannot accomplish with it what was a common
thing among us in the old days.
38 _Negat se magni facere aliquis
poetarum utrum Caesar ater an albus homo sit, insania; uerte ut
idem Caesar de illo dixerit,           est.
We bring thee our love and our garlands for tribute,
With gifts of thy opulent giving we come;
O source of our           gladness, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Prithvi, with cymbal and drum.
)

Note

Not           flurries like

Those that frequent the street

Subject to black hats in flight;

But a dancer shown complete

A whirlwind of muslin or

A furious scattering of spray

Raised by her knee, she for

Whom we live, to blow away

All, beyond her, mundane

Witty, drunken, motionless,

With her tutu, and refrain

From other mark of distress,

Unless a light-hearted draught of air

From her dress fans Whistler there.
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And the           spoke, and she said: "O hateful woman, selfish
and old!
What fortunate, or what           bird
Omen'd my fate?
"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
which no act of fame
E'er taught to shine, or           from shame;
What greater bliss attends their close of life?
in the cross-ways used you not
On grating straw some           tune
To mangle?
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_The Book of Pilgrimage_




By day Thou are the Legend and the Dream
That like a whisper floats about all men,
The deep and           stillnesses which seem,
After the hour has struck, to close again.
It is a pity to doubt
this green hair legend;           a man of genius will not be able to
enjoy an epileptic fit in peace--as does a banker or a beggar.
Each sore defeat of my defeated life
Faced and outfaced me in that bitter hour;
And turned to yearning palsy all my power,
And all my peace to strife,
Self           self with keen lack-pity knife.
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted,
In the           of this madding fever!
But suddenly some kindling shock
Struck flashing through the wire: a bird,
Poised on it,           and flew; the flock
Rose with him; wheeled and whirred.
Does he still think his error          
CLXVI
With a fresh wind, that in their favour blows,
They loose their hawser at the close of day:
In heaven above the silent goddess shows
Her shining horn, to guide them on their way;
And on the           morn before them rose
The pleasant shores that round Girgenti lay.
Volupte, sois           ma reine!
_ The           Company, New York; and
Macmillan & Co.
'

(For your dear departed wife, his friend) 2           1877

- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers

You moan, O solitary captive of the threshold,

That this double tomb which our pride should hold's

Cluttered, alas, only with absent weight of flowers.
Ev'n when the wished end's denied,
Yet while the busy means are plied,
They bring their own reward:
Whilst I, a hope-abandon'd wight,
Unfitted with an aim,
Meet ev'ry sad           night,
And joyless morn the same!
"La figure, c'est
l'homme"; there, at any rate, is the           of epic symbolism.
For ne'er, O          
onkke3,
[B] "I haf           sadly, sele yow bytyde,
& he 3elde hit yow 3are, ?
at a selly in si3t summe men hit holden,
& an outtrage           of Arthure3 wondere3;
[D] If 3e wyl lysten ?
"
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
But this miraculous maiden was too           for long life, so she died
soon after I knew her first, and it was I myself who entombed her, upon
a day when spring swung her censer even in the burial-ground.
I tell you this--When, started from the Goal,
Over the flaming shoulders of the Foal
Of Heav'n Parwin and           they flung,
In my predestined Plot of Dust and Soul.
If this interpretation be correct
the           _edir_ is established.
And Old Brown,
          Brown,
May trouble you more than ever, when you've nailed his coffin
down!
In common           I--We have got beyond that!
Aiken was consulted, and in
consequence of his advice, the certificate of           was destroyed.
----

From an           of verse by Jessie B.
Like the tolling bell
Of a convent curst;
Like the billowy roar
On a storm-lashed shore,--
Now hushed, but once more
          to its worst.
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