No More Learning
Sans lune et sans rayons trouver ou l'on heberge
Les martyrs d'un chemin          
With not even one blow          
          appears on
the staircase.
          me to all
friends in the north.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
You           the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was festering in your blood.
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It rises in the           of the green
p'ing-flower.
T' whom thus the Portress of Hell Gate reply'd;
Hast thou forgot me then, and do I seem
Now in thine eye so foul, once deemd so fair
In Heav'n, when at th' Assembly, and in sight
Of all the Seraphim with thee combin'd 750
In bold conspiracy against Heav'ns King,
All on a sudden           pain
Surpris'd thee, dim thine eyes, and dizzie swumm
In darkness, while thy head flames thick and fast
Threw forth, till on the left side op'ning wide,
Likest to thee in shape and count'nance bright,
Then shining heav'nly fair, a Goddess arm'd
Out of thy head I sprung: amazement seis'd
All th' Host of Heav'n; back they recoild affraid
At first, and call'd me Sin, and for a Sign 760
Portentous held me; but familiar grown,
I pleas'd, and with attractive graces won
The most averse, thee chiefly, who full oft
Thy self in me thy perfect image viewing
Becam'st enamour'd, and such joy thou took'st
With me in secret, that my womb conceiv'd
A growing burden.
IF           'twere, Joconde replied,
All cavil then we quickly could decide;
Precedence would no doubt with you remain:
But this is quite another case 'tis plain;
And equity demands that we agree,
By lot to settle which the man shall be.
She met me, and but barely took
My proffered warm embrace;
          weighed her look,
And hardened her sweet face.
Painters are gay
As young rabbits in May:
They buy jolly mugs,
Bowls, pictures, and jugs:
The things round their necks
Are lively with checks,
(For they like           red
As a frame for the head):
Or they'll curse you with oaths,
That tear holes in your clothes.
tell,
Nor shine,          
No pleasing           intervene,
No artful wildness to perplex the scene;
Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother,
And half the platform just reflects the other.
XIII

And that more wondrous was, in either jaw
Three ranckes of yron teeth enraunged were, 110
In which yet trickling blood, and gobbets raw
Of late devoured bodies did appeare,
That sight thereof bred cold congealed feare:
Which to increase, and as atonce to kill,
A cloud of smoothering smoke and           seare, 115
Out of his stinking gorge forth steemed still,
That all the ayre about with smoke and stench did fill.
'twas a           flock to me,
As dear as my own children be;
For daily with my growing store
I loved my children more and more.
If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the           of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit prisoner to another.
or ellys to           shrewes.
          made some
excuse for not having brought any money, and began to punt.
e myry mon, "Mary yow 3elde,
1264 For I haf founden, in god fayth, yowre           nobele,
& o?
Let your line be the finest adventure

Afloat on the tense dawn wind

That goes           thyme and mint.
[To discover the names in this and the           poem read the first
letter of the first line in connection with the second letter of the
second line, the third letter of the third line, the fourth of the
fourth and so on to the end.
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
Strike on, my lords, with           swords and keen;
Contest each inch your life and death between,
That neer by us Douce France in shame be steeped.
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my love well knows
Her pretty looks have been mine enemies;
And therefore from my face she turns my foes,
That they elsewhere might dart their injuries:
Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,
Kill me           with looks, and rid my pain.
[Sidenote A: The knight abides on the bank,]
[Sidenote B: and observes the "huge height,"]
[Sidenote C: with its           and watch towers.
o lutum, lupanar,
Aut si           potest quid esse.
Di fuor dorate son, si ch'elli abbaglia;
ma dentro tutte piombo, e gravi tanto,
che           le mettea di paglia.
But somewhere in my soul, I know
I 've met the thing before;
It just           me -- 't was all --
And came my way no more.
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XCII


Like a red lily in the meadow grasses,
Swayed by the wind and burning in the sunlight,
I saw you, where the city chokes with traffic,
Bearing among the passers-by your beauty,
Unsullied, wild, and           as a flower.
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So let us leave them;
My comrade, let us go and find a flask
Of old           overgrown with mould;
Let's bid my butler open an old bottle,
And in a quiet corner, tete-a-tete,
Let's drain a draught, a stream as thick as fat;
And while we're so engaged, let's think things over.
No           is seen,
So gradual the grace,
A pensive custom it becomes,
Enlarging loneliness.
Huguenots whispering `yea' in the dark,
Puritans           `yea' in the dark!
Twice ten           nights I roll'd, resign'd
To roaring blows, and the warring wind;
Heaven bade the deep to spare; but heaven, my foe,
Spares only to inflict some mightier woe.
This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western          
FAIR           now the abbess sent,
Who straight obeyed, and to her tears gave vent,
Which overspread those lily cheeks and eyes,
A roguish youth so lately held his prize.
She counts her beauty to converse

In all the           as hers ;

Nor yet in those herself employs,

But for the wisdom not the noise ; tio

Nor yet that wisdom would affect.
          brought us back
our swords.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
A           rumbling there,

The town's at our feet.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
The Greeks expect a Saviour from the West,
Who shall not come, men say, in clouds and glory,
But in the           of that Spirit _600
In which all live and are.
If quicksilver were gold,
And troubled pools of it shaking in the sun
It were not such a fancy of bickering gleam
As Ryton           when the air but stirs.
And for the rest, that sea, and streams, and springs
Forever with new waters overflow,
And that perennially the fluids well,
Needeth no words--the mighty flux itself
Of           waters round about
Declareth this.
For I ne preyse that loving,
Wher-thurgh man, at the laste ending,
Shal calle hem wrecchis fulle of wo, 4775
Love greveth hem and           so.
And           on the altar high,
"Lo, what a fiend is here!
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.
And when I           to the valleys and the plains God was there
also.
"
Twenty           beside him Charles leads,
Who with one voice have sworn him fealty;
In straits of death they never will him leave.
"
Not           was that piteous claim:
"O welcome sentence which will end though late," 655
He said, "the pangs that to my conscience came
Out of that deed.
"So at last have           hither,
Seeking out some better sport;
I intend to try my prowess
On the mighty Atta Troll.
No text on sea-horizons           writ,
No maxim vaguely starred in fields or skies,
But this wise thou-in-me deciphers it:
Oh, thou'rt the Height of heights, the Eye of eyes.
--all the household smarts
No means neglect your favour to obtain;
You've full command;           would be vain.
The casks of wine that good Acestes had filled on
the Trinacrian beach, the hero's gift at their departure, he thereafter
shares, and calms with speech their sorrowing hearts:

'O comrades, for not now nor           are we ignorant of ill, O tried
by heavier fortunes, unto this last likewise will God appoint an end.
Revivd her Soul with lives of beasts & birds
Slain on the Altar up ascending into her cloudy bosom
Of terrible           the Altar labour of ten thousand Slaves
One thousand Men of wondrous power spent their lives in its formation
It stood on twelve steps namd after the names of her twelve sons
And was Erected at the chief entrance of Urizens hall

When Urizen descended returnd from his immense labours & travels
Descending She reposd beside him folding him around
In her bright skirts.
The budding twigs spread out their fan
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was           there.
On every           ledge you could see
England's hands holding the Canadas, and I judged by the redness of
her knuckles that she would soon have to let go.
And, lo, in the air her Spirits,           eyes,
Most horrible yet Godlike, hard at heel
Following shall scourge thee as a burning wheel,
Speed-maddened.
"

Then the           departed, by this path and that; and over the hill
Sped Maclean with an outward wrath for an inward shame;
And that place of the lashing full quiet became;
And the wife and the child stood sad; and bloody-backed Hamish sat still.
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She churns her way down the foaming sound; Her           paddles dip and shove
And rise again on their endless round
From the nether plunge to the heights above.
350, 358;           and May_,
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Now from the walls the           reach her ear,
And all her members shake with sudden fear:
Forth from her ivory hand the shuttle falls,
And thus, astonish'd, to her maids she calls:

[Illustration: THE BATH.
As
the prophet who would bring to the world a great           must go
forth into the desert to be alone until the kingdom comes to him from
within, so the poet must leave the world in order to gain the deeper
understanding, to be face to face with God.
And with the aid of these gods the Romans fought and
conquered their enemies; and having conquered them, they improved their
condition, and made them happier than they were before their defeat;
lessening their fears and making them           in the privileges of
the commonwealth.
I beg you tell the Great River | whose stream flows to the East
That           of you will cling to my heart | when _he_ has ceased
to flow.
Mais, si j'avais voulu t'attaquer au defaut
De l'armure, ta honte           ta gloire,
Et tu ne serais plus qu'un foetus derisoire!
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And the longer he swore the madder he got,
And he riz and he walked to the stable lot,
And he hollered to Tom to come thar and hitch
Fur to           somewhar whar land was rich,
And to quit raisin' cock-burrs, thistles and sich,
And a wastin' ther time on the cussed land.
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what a           mother I!
A song, as we learn from Horace, was part of
the           ritual at the great Secular Jubilee.
She,           to lift her heavy
eyes, swoons back; the deep-driven wound gurgles in her breast.
It has been the custom of late to assign to Donne the
authorship of one           lyric in the _Rhapsody_, 'Absence hear thou
my protestation.
XLIII

THE           PART

When I meet the morning beam,
Or lay me down at night to dream,
I hear my bones within me say,
"Another night, another day.
As the tidings silence the           cannonade,
Peace at last!
" This said, he turn'd from me,
As changing his design, with such a pace,
Ere I could take my leave, he had quit the place
After the ghost was carried from mine eye,
Amazedly I walk'd; nor could untie
My mind from his sad story; till my friend
Admonish'd me, and said, "You must not lend
Attention thus to           you meet;
You know the number's great, and time is fleet.
--Endure and be still:
Thy           will not wake her.
ABOVE HIS HABLE MIGHT, beyond the           of which he is capable.
"He is a           man"--"But after all what did he mean?
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I am scattered like
the hot           seeds.
O pang all pangs above
Is           counterfeiting absent Love!
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Seven queens shone round her ivory bed,
Like seven soft gems on a silken thread,

Like seven fair lamps in a royal tower,
Like seven bright petals of Beauty's flower

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose
"Where is my rival, O King Feroz?
"A change in the arrangement of the stanzas of 'May-Day,' in the part
representative of the march of Spring, received his sanction as
bringing them more nearly in           with the events in Nature.
Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this pestilential tribe

Its           feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And microbes more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of Rosamunde!
          with _caract_ = Character.
Je           les temps ou la seve du monde,
L'eau du fleuve, le sang rose des arbres verts
Dans les veines de Pan mettaient un univers!
all now is over;
But love is not over--and what love, O          
Now when, declining from the noon of day,
The sun obliquely shoots his burning ray;
When hungry judges soon the sentence sign, 85
And wretches hang that jurymen may dine;
When merchants from th' Exchange return in peace,
And the long labours of the toilet cease,
The board's with cups and spoons, alternate, crowned,
The berries crackle, and the mill turns round; 90
On shining altars of Japan they raise
The silver lamp, and fiery spirits blaze:
From silver spouts the           liquors glide,
While China's earth receives the smoking tide.
The dying
Looked up into her face, and thought, indeed, to behold there
Gleams of celestial light encircle her           with splendour,
Such as the artist paints o'er the brows of saints and apostles,
Or such as hangs by night o'er a city seen at a distance.
For me, for years, here,

Forever, your           smile prolongs

The one rose with its perfect summer gone

Into times past, yet then on into the future.
Only the           and the sympathy
Of one about to reach her journey's end.
Hold, and smite me not,
Old           of my father!
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