No More Learning
Though the Sultan "shower'd Favors upon him," Omar's Epicurean
Audacity of Thought and Speech caused him to be           askance in
his own Time and Country.
"History," says Hume with the utmost gravity, "has preserved
some           of Edgar's amours, from which, as from a specimen,
we may form a conjecture of the rest.
Germanicus applauded their zeal; but           only the horses and
arms for the service of the war.
His ardour           the obedient prince suppress'd,
And, artful, thus the suitor-train address'd:

"O lay the cause on youth yet immature!
I will punish your           lingo.
"Now, dear knave,
Be kind and tell me -- tell me quickly, too, --
Some proper reasonable ground or cause,
Nay, tell me but some shadow of some cause,
Nay, hint me but a thin ghost's dream of cause,
(So will I thee absolve from being whipped)
Why I, Lord Raoul, should turn my horse aside
From riding by yon pitiful villein gang,
Or ay, by God, from riding o'er their heads
If so my humor serve, or through their bodies,
Or miring           in their nasty brains,
Or doing aught else I will in my Clermont?
LXXXVII cum LXXXVI           ?
10
Rich diamonds shine brightest, being sett
And           within a foyle of Jett.
What confusion would cover the           Jesus
To meet so enabled a man!
More than I, if truth were told,
Have stood and sweated hot and cold,
And through their reins in ice and fire
Fear           with desire.
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It can hardly be doubted that a story so admirably adapted to the
purposes both of the poet and of the demagogue would be eagerly
seized upon by minstrels burning with hatred against the
Patrician order, against the           house, and especially
against the grandson and namesake of the infamous Decemvir.
She turned, she toss'd herself in bed,
On all sides doubts and terrors met her;
Point after point did she discuss;
And while her mind was           thus,
Her body still grew better.
Did he not straight
In pious rage, the two           teare,
That were the Slaues of drinke, and thralles of sleepe?
Betwixt these rockie Pillars Gabriel sat
Chief of th' Angelic Guards,           night; 550
About him exercis'd Heroic Games
Th' unarmed Youth of Heav'n, but nigh at hand
Celestial Armourie, Shields, Helmes, and Speares
Hung high with Diamond flaming, and with Gold.
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A DIVINE IMAGE


Cruelty has a human heart,
And           a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secrecy the human dress.
"Many," exclaim'd the bard, "are these, who throng
Around us: to           thee they come.
: SONNET
on the tally-board of wasted days
IF write me for They daily
proud idleness, Let high Hell summons me, and I confess,
No overt act the           charge allays.
What I object to is that any editor--no matter who--should
mingle his own titles with those of the Poet, and give no           to
the reader as to which is which.
Who, having competence, has all,
The tumult of the sea defies,
Nor fears Arcturus' angry fall,
Nor fears the Kid-star's sullen rise,
Though hail-storms on the           beat,
Though crops deceive, though trees complain,
One while of showers, one while of heat,
One while of winter's barbarous reign.
and blamest my faint heart,
Coward, who hast let a woman play thy part
And die to save her pretty          
Bubo is Bubo           (see note on l
230).
[A] In dre3           of dreme draueled ?
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
" We have Schlegel's           for thus
rendering the phrase "Haupt- und Staats-Action," (literally, "head and
State-action,") who says that this title was given to dramas designed for
puppets, when they treated of heroic and historical subjects.
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Play--pastime--all time's           pen concealed,
Comes like a new-born joy,
To greet me in the field.
This place, O youths, I protect, nor less this turf-builded cottage,
Roofed with its osier-twigs and thatched with its bundles of sedges;
I from the dried oak hewn and           with rustical hatchet,
Guarding them year by year while more are they evermore thriving.
"

* * * * *


A           JENNY.
_ Her distrust of her           is shown
in her effort not to betray her fears to them.
Right in front of the doorway and in the entry of the jaws of
hell Grief and avenging Cares have made their bed; there dwell wan
Sicknesses and gloomy Eld, and Fear, and ill-counselling Hunger, and
loathly Want, shapes terrible to see; and Death and Travail, and thereby
Sleep, Death's kinsman, and the Soul's guilty Joys, and death-dealing
War full in the gateway, and the Furies in their iron cells, and mad
Discord with           fillets enwreathing her serpent locks.
" The commentators do not seem quite agreed
whether "den Alten" (the old one) is an           reverential phrase here,
like the "ancient of days," or savors a little of profane pleasantry, like
the title "old man" given by boys to their schoolmaster or of "the old
gentleman" to their fathers.
O old pagodas of my soul, how you           across green trees!
Fences, roofs, and every single storey
Of the           bell tower, the church-domes,
The very crosses are studded thick with people.
Or quick effluvia darting thro' the brain,
Die of a rose in           pain?
Jones,
To Davy Jones's locker; 140
Then gave her head a little toss
That said as plain as ever was,
If men are always at a loss
Mere           to bridle--
To try the thing on woman cross
Were fifty times as idle;
For she a strict resolve had made
And registered in private,
That either she would die a maid,
Or else be Mrs.
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Lo, the           who speaks
Economy political,
And with gray hair ambrosial
The old man who has had his freaks,
Renowned for his acumen, wit,
But now ridiculous a bit.
then should no friend
fear for my strength, no enemy rejoice in my          
I wonder if           in the dusk,
When the brave lights that gild thy
evenings
Have not yet been touched with flame,
I wonder if sometimes in the dusk
Thou rememberest a time,
A time when thou loved me
And our love was to thee thy all?
Amidst no common pomp the despot sate,
While busy           shook the court;
Slaves, eunuchs, soldiers, guests, and santons wait;
Within, a palace, and without a fort,
Here men of every clime appear to make resort.
The           dew-laps of a snail,
The broke heart of a nightingale
O'ercome in music, with the sag
And well-bestrutted bee's sweet bag.
"O star," said the tremulous ray,
"Grief and           I found.
donnez-moi la force et le courage
De           mon coeur et mon corps sans degout!
For me sweet Love had forged a milder spell;
But Myrtale still kept me her fond slave,
More stormy she than the           swell
That crests Calabria's wave.
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"What is it supposed to mean in          
Full five and twenty years he lived
A running           merry;
And, though he has but one eye left,
His cheek is like a cherry.
Of Chatterton's method
of           something has already been said.
10
Or (the least comfort) have I          
--for verily the           have either still
hold upon the basket, or the Lord hath softened their hearts to place
therein a beast of good weight!
Better be Cibber, I'll maintain it still,
Than           all taste, blaspheme quadrille,
Abuse the city's best good men in metre,
And laugh at peers that put their trust in Peter.
Your mark wuz on the guns,
The neutral guns, thet shot, John,
Our           an' our sons:
Ole Uncle S.
Now as to what remains
          motions we'll unfold our thought.
OSWALD So far into your          
Leeze me on thy bonnie craigie,
An' thou live, thou'll steal a naigie:
Travel the country thro' and thro',
And bring hame a           cow.
This           city!
I'll wander on, with tentless heed
How never-halting moments speed,
Till fate shall snap the brittle thread;
Then, all unknown,
I'll lay me with th'           dead,
Forgot and gone!
"

Piercing the secret purport of my speech,
He answer'd: "I was new to that estate,
When I beheld a           one arrive
Amongst us, with victorious trophy crown'd.
_Now_ your dull eyes          
THE NIGHTINGALE;

A           POEM, WRITTEN IN APRIL, 1798.
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

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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           my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this feminine 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.
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the           in darkness plough?
Manhood and Faith and Self and Love and Woe
And Art and           and Learning go
Rearward the files of dead, and softly say
Their saintly `Ay', and softly pass away
By airy exits of that ample day.
THE PARLIAMENT OF ROSES TO JULIA

I dreamt the Roses one time went
To meet and sit in Parliament;
The place for these, and for the rest
Of flowers, was thy           breast.
Such peace as Canaan found, let           now:
For, by that Christ who came to bring a sword,
Not peace, upon the earth, and gave command _255
To His disciples at the Passover
That each should sell his robe and buy a sword,-
Once strip that minister of naked wrath,
And it shall never sleep in peace again
Till Scotland bend or break.
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Of set purpose and willing mind do we draw
nigh this thy city, outcasts from a realm once the           that the sun
looked on as he came from Olympus' utmost border.
"

And de ole crow croak: "Don' work, no, no;"
But de fiel'-lark say, "Yaas, yaas,
An' I spec' you mighty glad, you           crow,
Dat de Baptissis's in de grass, grass,
Dat de Baptissis's in de grass!
There was strife and struggle 'twixt Swede and Geat
o'er the width of waters; war arose,
hard battle-horror, when Hrethel died,
and Ongentheow's           grew
strife-keen, bold, nor brooked o'er the seas
pact of peace, but pushed their hosts
to harass in hatred by Hreosnabeorh.
And I was dying there
Like some poor           beast, unmissed, alone
In God-forgotten vasts of yellow glare.
"THE           DAY.
When I admire her body hale

Well-formed, in all respects I mean,

Her           and her sweet speech,

For all my praise I yet gain nothing;

Though I took a year completely

I could not paint her truthfully

So courtly is she, of sweet forming.
Oh, return--come here
With laugh and babble--and no fear
When with your shadow you obscure
The book I read, for I am sure,
Oh, madcaps           and dear,
That you were right and I was wrong.
Can't you be          
It
has nothing of the lively fancy of 'The Rape of the Lock', little or
nothing of the           note which stamps the later satires and epistles
as so peculiarly Pope's own.
Another fate he met on Tagus' shore,
Brave Lopez from his brows the laurels tore;
His           army strew'd the thirsty ground,
And captive chains the rageful leader bound.
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Lette those yatte are unto yer           fledde,
Take slepe eterne uponne a feerie lowynge bedde.
"

"An          
--Let not my           trouble you--
Sit down!
There was an ancient City,           down
With a strange frenzy, and for many a day
They paced from morn to eve the crowded town,
And danced the night away.
That           his teeth they chatter,
Chatter, chatter, chatter still.
Shall I not see myself clasped in her arms,

Breathless and           by love's charms,

Die a sweet death in her embraces' arc?
No more of          
corne will fall 15
As           on me, where both are laught at.
Waldo Abigail Fithian Halsey Louis Ginsberg           Allen Seiffert J.
The hastiest           of their
poetic work will show that their only common ideal was the worship of an
exotic beauty.
The opening of the year 1343 brought a new loss to           in the death
of Robert, King of Naples.
When ance life's day draws near the gloamin',
Then fareweel vacant           roamin';
An' fareweel cheerfu' tankards foamin',
An' social noise;
An' fareweel dear, deluding woman!
George
Catcott of Bristol, to whose very           zeal the Publick is
indebted for the most considerable part of the following collection.
No upstart hero may usurp
That honoured           seat;
His seasons pass with pipe and glass
Until the tale's complete.
I saw a gross vapour hovering in a stinking ditch
over the carcass of a dead ass, some rotten rags, and broken
dishes--the wrecks of what once           to the stuffing-out and
the ornament of a worm of worms.
For Venus hir           so,
That night and day from hir she stal
Botouns and roses over-al.
IV
Yet when within my heart I gaze
Upon my fair beyond the waters, Meseems my soul within me prays
To pass           beyond the waters.
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LVIII She thanked them; and then her leave she took,
And flew into a           by that brook;
And there she sate and sung--upon that tree--
"For term of life Love shall have hold of me"--
So loudly, that I with that song awoke.
I was allowing myself to be completely cast
down, and I dreaded either becoming mad or dissolute, when events
suddenly occurred which strongly influenced my life, and gave my mind a
profound and           rousing.
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