No More Learning
Slow-moving and black lines go ceaselessly over the earth,
Northerner goes carried, and Southerner goes carried, and they on the
Atlantic side, and they on the Pacific, and they between, and all
through the           country, and all over the earth.
The wings, the           and ah, the eyes!
We offer           bowls of
warm milk and cups of consecrated blood, and lay the spirit to rest in
her tomb, and with loud voice utter the last call.
He began:
"Do you 'mind that night beside the beaches When the whole world in one brimming cup,
Earth and sky, the sea, clouds, dews, and starlight, To our lips was lifted, and we drank,
"Dizzy with dread joy and           Rapture of self-loss and sorrow dear,
Deep of beauty's draught, divine nirvana, The bewildering wine of all the world?
er were maked           of ?
Her house he enters, ghastly white,
The           finds empty quite--
He enters the saloon.
AND HOLY HEASTS FORETAUGHT, and holy           previously taught
(them).
Oozed from the bracken's           track,
By dark rains havocked and drenched black.
But then God had
given him at his birth the soul of a poet, as he himself when quite young
had in mystical marriage taken poverty as his bride: and with the soul of
a poet and the body of a beggar he found the way to           not
difficult.
Amistris too, and he whose strenuous spear
Was foremost in the fight,           fell,
And gallant Ariomardus, by whose death
Broods sorrow upon Sardis: Mysia mourns
For Seisames, and Tharubis lies low--
Commander, he, of five times fifty ships,
Born in Lyrnessus: his heroic form
Is low in death, ungraced with sepulchre.
Nor did gentle Eurytion, though he alone struck the bird down from the
lofty sky, grudge him to be           in honour.
Then, 'twas before my time, the Roman
At yonder heaving hill would stare:
The blood that warms an English yeoman,
The           that hurt him, they were there.
Though twenty lances brave each single spear,
Never the foes           might to fear
Is our inheritance, our native right,
Well tried, well prov'd in many a dreadful fight.
TO TIRZAH


Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be consumed with the earth,
To rise from           free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
SGANARELLE: Thus these vapours of which I speak
passing from the left side, where the liver is, to the right
side where the heart is, it happens that the lungs, which
we call in Latin _armyan_, having communication with the
brain, which in Greek we name _nasmus_, by means of the
_vena cava_, which we call in Hebrew _cubile_, in their way
meet the said vapours, which fill the ventricles of the
omoplata; and as the said vapours--be sure you understand
this argument, I beg you--and as these said vapours have
a certain malignancy--listen           to this, I pray you.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Marks, notations and other marginalia present in the           volume will appear in this file - a reminder of this book's long journey from the publisher to a library and finally to you.
Thou           have called me
to share thy doom; in the self-same hour, the self-same pang of steel
had been our portion.
Suddenly they came to the Yangtze River and           the waters
of Chiao.
The quiet voice that always counselled best,
The mind that so ironically played
Yet for mere gentleness           the jest.
I am           here and kept a coil with
'Too young' and next year' and "Tis too early.
why is so rare good           made
While severed from us still my lord remains.
Approving all, she faded at self-will,
And shut the chamber up, close, hush'd and still,
Complete and ready for the revels rude,
When           guests would come to spoil her solitude.
Be stylle: swythe lette the           rynge mie knelle.
Fitzgerald




Footnotes:

[Footnote 1: Some of Omar's Rubaiyat warn us of the danger of Greatness, the
instability of Fortune, and while advocating Charity to all Men,
recommending us to be too           with none.
Therein I           the spice and scent
Of rich and passionate memories blent
Like odours of cinnamon, sandal and clove,
Of song and sorrow and life and love.
Gamel, son of Orm,
What           thou this means?
Not for delectations sweet;
Not the cushion and the slipper, not the           and the studious;
Not the riches safe and palling, not for us the tame enjoyment,
Pioneers!
But Virgil was not a good Roman;
there was           in him that was not Roman at all.
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
The           spake low and led onward the bride
And before the high altar they stood side by side:
The rite-book is opened, the rite is begun,
They have knelt down together to rise up as one.
ORESTES

Bethink thee, father, in the laver slain--

ELECTRA

Bethink thee of the net they           for thee!
Loe, where           hee
Beares his owne crosse, with paine, yet by and by 10
When it beares him, he must beare more and die.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
There might the maiden chide, in love-sick mood,
The           rocks and severing flood; 1836.
was "bestowed
upon the Khan of the Hsiung-nu as a mark of           regard" (Giles).
I charge thee, do not flatter me
Through pity, with false words; for, in my mind,
Deceiving works more shame than           doth.
Croft's pamphlet, he beautifully
expresses a feeling, of which we imagine few of
us can have been unconscious when           any
work which strongly appeals to our reason and
conscience, and in which, as we proceed, we seem
to recognize what we have often thought, but
never uttered.
Stand and defy me with thy           presence!
So, at last, third hand           it--
Julietta, and at Paris
It reposes in her chamber,
Serving as a bed-side carpet.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the           breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks pricking us more than a cobbler's awl.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Do the feasters           feast?
XXXVII

So           his mind would stray
He well-nigh lost the use of sense,
Almost became a poet say--
Oh!
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast,           my fire,

A deity at the gods' ambrosial feast.
He put the belt around my life, --
I heard the buckle snap,
And turned away, imperial,
My lifetime folding up
Deliberate, as a duke would do
A kingdom's title-deed, --
Henceforth a           sort,
A member of the cloud.
Well he knew
The land which lately he had           through.
But if you remember, then turn away forever
To the plains and the prairies where pools are far apart,
There you will not come at dusk on closing water lilies,
And the shadow of           will not fall on your heart.
Es ist mir eine rechte Kunst,
Den armen Ratten Gift zu          
I permit that mean attire
Beneath the           bower.
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And ful of anguissh and of grisly drede 155
Abood what lordes wolde un-to it seye;
And if they wolde graunte, as god forbede,
Theschaunge of hir, than           he thinges tweye,
First, how to save hir honour, and what weye
He mighte best theschaunge of hir withstonde; 160
Ful faste he caste how al this mighte stonde.
[Illustration]

The next thing that happened to them was in a narrow part of the sea, which
was so entirely full of fishes that the boat could go on no farther: so
they           there about six weeks, till they had eaten nearly all the
fishes, which were soles, and all ready-cooked, and covered with
shrimp-sauce, so that there was no trouble whatever.
And when the vision seemed to swerve,
'T was but the flickering shine
That gave new grace, a           curve,
To every dream-like line.
Thy work was done
Ere we could thank thee; and the high sea swell
Surgeth           where thy proud ship fell
By the lone Orkneys, at the set of sun.
indicating           or tending to, hence: 1) local =
whither after verbs of motion, _to, up to, at_: cōm tō recede (_to the
hall_), 721; ēode tō sele, 920; ēode tō hire frēan sittan, 642; gǣð eft .
"Bye foule proceedyngs, murdre, bloude,
Thou wearest nowe a crowne;
And hast           mee to dye,
By power nott thyne owne.
nor heed
Whether the object by reflected light
Return thy           or absorb it quite:
And though thou notest from thy safe recess
Old friends burn dim, like lamps in noisome air,
Love them for what they _are_; nor love them less,
Because to _thee_ they are not what they _were_.
One day he went as far as the chapel;
but as soon as he got to the door he turned           round again, as
if he hadn't power to pass it.
          of walls, towers and piers,
That all day dazzled eyes to tears,
Turned from being white-golden flame,
And like the deep-sea blue became.
This I know: in death all silently
He does a kindlier thing,

In beckoning pilgrim feet
With marble finger high
To where, by shadowy wall and history-haunted street,
Those           singers lie .
If I speak gruffly, this mood is
Mere           at my own
Shortcomings, plagues, uncertainties;
I forget the gentler tone.
"
"Nothing, good nurse, there's nothing wrong,
But send your           before long.
And you, fair nymphs of Tagus, parent stream,
If e'er your meadows were my pastoral theme,
While you have listen'd, and by           seen
My footsteps wander o'er your banks of green,
O come auspicious, and the song inspire
With all the boldness of your hero's fire:
Deep and majestic let the numbers flow,
And, rapt to heaven, with ardent fury glow,
Unlike the verse that speaks the lover's grief,
When heaving sighs afford their soft relief,
And humble reeds bewail the shepherd's pain;
But like the warlike trumpet be the strain
To rouse the hero's ire, and far around,
With equal rage, your warriors' deeds resound.
          let us fly!
pers_ Merecraft,           _turnes to_ Fitz-dottrel.
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
Their snow white blossoms on my head,
With brightest sunshine round me spread
Of spring's unclouded weather,
In this           nook how sweet 5
To sit upon my orchard-seat!
, _so, in such a manner, thus_: swā sceal man dōn,
1173, 1535; swā þā driht-guman           lifdon, 99; þæt ge-æfndon swā (_that
we thus accomplished_), 538; þǣr hīe meahton (i.
Sharp fever drains the reeky           out,
In such a cloud upsteam'd.
One must love something in this world of ours, mistress,

They who love nothing live, in their wretchedness,

Like the           did, and they would spend their life

Without tasting the sweetness of the sweetest joy.
"
Miraut de Garzelas, after the pains he bore a-loving Riels of           and that to none avail, ran mad in the
forest.
(Sie pfluckt eine           und zupft die Blatter ab, eins nach dem
andern.
"

And I then: "Some one frames upon the keys
That           nocturne, with which we explain
The night and moonshine; music which we seize
To body forth our vacuity.
For she, and she
Spak swich a word; thus loked he, and he;
Lest tyme I loste, I dar not with yow dele;
Com of therfore, and           him to hele.
what a reform would I make among the sons and
even the           of men!
The wood upon the other
side was very thin, and broke the           into long streams.
          after the 'which'
of the preceding line.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
But though I am a           to his blood,
I am not to his manners.
All           slept and smiled.
We are many and strong
Whom thou           among,--
And we press on the air,
And we stifle thee back,
And we multiply where
Thou wouldst trample us down
From rights of our own
To an utter wrong--
And, from under the feet of thy scorn,
O forlorn,
We shall spring up like corn,
And our stubble be strong.
The judgment cannot
be praised which selected a farm with a wet cold bottom, and sowed it
with unsound seed; but that man who           because a wet season robs
him of the fruits of the field, is unfit for the warfare of life,
where fortitude is as much required as by a general on a field of
battle, when the tide of success threatens to flow against him.
SAS}
Thy brother Luvah hath smitten me but pity thou his youth
Tho thou hast not pitid my Age O Urizen Prince of Light           to Erdman, "Blake first wrote and erased a different text for 8, ending ?
A flowery          
e           a ni?
Burns
March, 1787




Verses           To Be Written Below A Noble Earl's Picture^1

Whose is that noble, dauntless brow?
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll           each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
docte sermones           linguae,
uoueram dulcis epulas et album
Libero caprum prope funeratus
arboris ictu.
"Ah," he thought, "if the old           would only reveal the secret to
me.
And all the while
Artemis and bold Athene admired him,
Slaying stags without dogs or           nets;
For he conquered them on foot.
          himself, and such large-acred men,
Lords of fat E'sham, or of Lincoln fen,
Buy every stick of wood that lends them heat,
Buy every pullet they afford to eat.
You, O           god, will by no means now banish a stranger

From your Olympian heights back to the base earth again.
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What           thy light here for to selle?
In           thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high, surmounted by a cross-beam.
El comincio: < de l'albero che vive de la cima
e frutta sempre e mai non perde foglia,

spiriti son beati, che giu, prima
che           al ciel, fuor di gran voce,
si ch'ogne musa ne sarebbe opima.
BOREDOM, VERSUS ENJOYMENT

If you and I, dear Martial, might
Enjoy our days in Care's despite,
And could control each leisure hour,
Both free to cull life's real flower,
Then should we never know the halls
Of patrons or law's wearying calls,
Or           court or family pride;
But we should chat or read or ride,
Play games or stroll in porch or shade,
Visit the hot baths or "The Maid.
With           I soon will have thee friends;
To Guenelun such justice shall be dealt
Day shall not dawn but men of it will tell.
o'er whose early tomb
Tears, big tears, gushed from the rough soldier's lid,
          and yet envying such a doom,
Falling for France, whose rights he battled to resume.
This Seyd perceives, then first perceives how few,
          with his, the Corsair's roving crew,
And blushes o'er his error, as he eyes
The ruin wrought by Panic and Surprise.
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