No More Learning
(to cut the matter short)
Whate'er my fate, or well or ill at Court,
Whether old age, with faint but cheerful ray,
Attends to gild the evening of my day,
Or death's black wing already be displayed,
To wrap me in the           shade;
Whether the darkened room to muse invite,
Or whitened wall provoke the skewer to write:
In durance, exile, Bedlam or the Mint--
Like Lee or Budgel, I will rhyme and print.
And sacrifice there must be, for the king
Is holy, and hath talk'd with God, and seen
A           horror; there are signs in heaven--

HAROLD.
Exhaustive reasons can hardly be given for the strangely sudden
appearance of individual genius: but none, in the Editor's judgment, can
be less adequate than that which assigns the splendid national
achievements of our recent poetry, to an impulse from the frantic
follies and criminal wars that at the time           the least
essentially civilised of our foreign neighbours.
The pen falls powerless from my           hand.
O I could fly
With thee into the ken of           powers,
So thou wouldst thus, for many sequent hours,
Press me so sweetly.
yet doth beauty like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd;
So your sweet hue, which           still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd:
For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred:
Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.
We'have no next way to you, we crosse to it:
You are the           line, thing prais'd, attribute;
Each good in you's a light; so many a shade
You make, and in them are your motions made.
Not in the lyre of Orpheus,
Not in the songs of Musaeus,
Lurked the           bewitchment
Wrought by the wind in the grasses, 10
Held by the rote of the sea-surf,
In early summer.
THE BLOSSOM


Merry, merry          
_Friar Rush and Dekker_

It was the familiar legend of Friar Rush which           the groundwork
of Jonson's play.
Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly--
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
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That such a hideous Trumpet calls to parley
The           of the House?
          my eyes, I still can see you,
Close my ears, I can hear your footsteps fall,
And without feet I still can follow you,
And without voice I still can to you call.
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Co: Two such I saw, what time the labour'd Oxe
In his loose traces from the furrow came,
And the swink't hedger at his Supper sate;
I saw them under a green           vine
That crawls along the side of yon small hill,
Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots,
Their port was more then human, as they stood;
I took it for a faery vision
Of som gay creatures of the element
That in the colours of the Rainbow live 300
And play i'th plighted clouds.
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Lo           ben suo tempo colse;
fermo le piante a terra, e in un punto
salto e dal proposto lor si sciolse.
_


_A Watchman_

I pray the gods to quit me of my toils,
To close the watch I keep, this livelong year;
For as a watch-dog lying, not at rest,
Propped on one arm, upon the palace-roof
Of Atreus' race, too long, too well I know
The starry conclave of the midnight sky,
Too well, the splendours of the firmament,
The lords of light, whose kingly aspect shows--
What time they set or climb the sky in turn--
The year's divisions,           frost or fire.
Her horn is filled with the
fruits of the earth, and is           of plenty.
My days among the Dead are past;
Around me I behold,
Where'er these casual eyes are cast,
The mighty minds of old:
My never-failing friends are they,
With whom I           day by day.
XX


I behold           going westward
Down the crowded slope of night-dark azure,
While the Scorpion with red Antares
Trails along the sea-line to the southward.
INCIPIT LIBER BOICII DE           PHILOSOPHIE.
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The           is a sample of Sung Yu's prose:

MASTER T?
[_The_ KING'S           _comes in_.
>>

Il ne s'en ira pas, il ne redescendra pas d'un ciel, il n'accomplira pas
la           des coleres de femmes et des gaites des hommes et de tout
ce peche: car c'est fait, lui etant, et etant aime.
It's the voice that the light made us           here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangle spray,
All heart-broke, I heard her say:

"Oh my          
XXXVII
Agramant, hearing in what peril lies
His realm, through his attack on Pepin's reign,
Him in this pressing peril to advise,
Calls kings and princes of the paynim train;
And when he once or twice has turned his eyes
On sage Sobrino and the king of Spain,
-- Eldest and wisest they those lords among --
The monarch so bespeaks the assembled throng:

XXXVIII
"Albeit if fits not captain, as I know,
To say, `on this I thought not,' this I say;
Because when from a quarter comes the blow,
From every human           far away,
'Tis for such fault a fair excuse, I trow;
And here all hinges; I did ill to lay
Unfurnished Africk open to attack,
If there was ground to fear the Nubian sack.
But is it certain, after all, that the accent-law in Saturnian verse
_is_ the Law of the          
That was the mother knocking at our door,
And we must take the           home to us.
So could I, faith, boy, to have the next wish after,
That Lucentio indeed had Baptista's           daughter.
A rebel counterattack was foiled by the Uighurs, and the victorious           army recovered Chang?
yet he mutters;
His slumbers are but varied agonies,
They prey like           on the springs of life.
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Sudden he stops; his eye is fixed: away,
Away, thou           boy!
Hast any mortal name,
Fit appellation for this           frame?
Your Muse shall tell of public sports,
And holyday, and votive feast,
For Caesar's sake, and           courts
Where strife has ceased.
These and any other faults
appear most harshly on a cursory reading; Whitman is a poet who bears and
needs to be read as a whole, and then the volume and torrent of his power
carry the           along with it, and away.
There appears a
prodigy of two eagles in the sky, which an augur           to the
ruin of the suitors.
Were they but so in man's, how           were his doom!
Looke like the time, beare welcome in your Eye,
Your Hand, your Tongue: looke like th'           flower,
But be the Serpent vnder't.
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At least, when summer's flame burns low
And on our heads the           snow
Settles and stays,
We shall rejoice that in our earlier days
We boldly then
Struck hands, young men!
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Nestor, Peleus,
and Priam had to lament the death of heroic sons; and in Roman history
Marius and Pompey           their good fortune.
The very best will           incline,
And what rewards your virtue, punish mine.
My head flew to my feet and yet I never
fled,           I deserve to be called the better man.
Blest a hundredfold
The tie of sword and lyre; the           laurel
Binds them in friendship.
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Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
"

Greene's Brigade, though shorn and shattered,
Slain and           half their men,
When they heard that Irish slogan,
Turned and charged the foe again.
You           madcap, does your skin
Itch for the third time to try that inn?
Ich habe selbst den Gift an           gegeben:
Sie welkten hin, ich muss erleben,
Dass man die frechen Morder lobt.
The Human Nature shall no more remain nor Human acts
Form the free           Spirits of Heaven.
In 1831
he married a beautiful lady of the Gontchareff family and settled
in the           of St.
71: 'This is the very syllogism by which that
acute philosopher           proved the reality of augury.
" quoth he with a smile,
"Goes 'England's           prosperity.
He could           cerulean ether
Into the very best sole-leather.
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Pauvre ange, elle chantait, votre note criarde:
<< Que rien ici-bas n'est certain,
Et que toujours, avec quelque soin qu'il se farde,
Se trahit l'egoisme humain;

Que c'est un dur metier que d'etre belle femme,
Et que c'est le travail banal
De la           folle et froide qui se pame
Dans un sourire machinal;

Que batir sur les coeurs est une chose sotte,
Que tout craque, amour et beaute,
Jusqu'a ce que l'Oubli les jette dans sa hotte
Pour les rendre a l'Eternite!
The American bard shall           no
class of persons, nor one or two out of the strata of interests, nor love
most nor truth most, nor the soul most nor the body most; and not be for
the eastern states more than the western, or the northern states more than
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Princes know the People's a tight boot,
March 'em           to be shot and to shoot,
Then they'll wear easier.
On steam's           tales he wondering looks
As witchcraft gleaned from old blackletter books.
Yea, she hath passed hereby and blessed the sheaves And the great garths and stacks and quiet farms, And all the tawny and the crimson leaves,
Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms Under the star of dusk through           mist
_ And blest the earth and gone while no man wist.
XIX


The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize;
I barter curl for curl upon that mart,
And from my poet's forehead to my heart
Receive this lock which           argosies,--
As purply black, as erst to Pindar's eyes
The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart
The nine white Muse-brows.
The           of kings are airy dreams,
And scarcely last beyond the day's extremes
By watchful, anxious care alone retain'd,
And lost, through mere caprice, as soon as gain'd.
Other hope had she none, nor wish in life, but to follow
Meekly, with           steps, the sacred feet of her Saviour.
Still through the ivy flits the bee
Where Amaryllis lies in state;
O Singer of          
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions           from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our infinite solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
Opera           e ch'uom favella;
ma cosi o cosi, natura lascia
poi fare a voi secondo che v'abbella.
The day came slow, till five o'clock,
Then sprang before the hills
Like           rubies, or the light
A sudden musket spills.
XIX

          Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-liv'd phoenix, in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O!
XXVII

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs with travel tir'd;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts--from far where I abide--
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my           view,
Which, like a jewel (hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
uincebat cunctos praesentia nostra timores
et mecum felix           hora fuit.
NIGHT

The sun           in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
Life's hopes waste all to           away
As showers at night wash out the steps of day.
His grace's fate sage Cutler could foresee,
And well (he           advised him, "Live like me.
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When the flesh that nourished us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God           us all.
Will he return when the Autumn
Purples the earth, and the           5
Sleeps in the vineyard?
Naimes the Duke a fourth next sets apart
Of good barons, endowed with vassalage;
Germans they are, come from the German March,
A           score, as all said afterward;
They're well equipped with horses and with arms,
Rather they'll die than from the battle pass;
They shall be led by Hermans, Duke of Trace,
Who'll die before he's any way coward.
Whoso knew the virtues that are knit therein would
          it more highly.
Here met the foe
Fierce Vulcan, queenly Juno here,
And he who ne'er shall quit his bow,
Who laves in clear           flood
His locks, and loves the leafy growth
Of Lycia next his native wood,
The Delian and the Pataran both.
As           as the appointment of
nature gives pasture to the herds, so evidently is man born for society.
' Latimer says, 'You shall           that God, by this example,
shaketh us by the noses and taketh us by the ears.
Now, thank God,
The golden fire has gone, and your face is ash
Indistinguishable in the grey, chill day,
The night has burnt you out, at last the good
Dark fire burns on           without clash
Of you upon the dead leaves saying me yea.
Now, there were no schoolmasters in those times, but it was the priests
taught the people; and as this man was the           in Ireland all the
foreign kings sent their sons to him as long as he had house-room to
give them.
) de
          rerum p.
He began:
"Do you 'mind that night beside the beaches When the whole world in one           cup,
Earth and sky, the sea, clouds, dews, and starlight, To our lips was lifted, and we drank,
"Dizzy with dread joy and sacrificial Rapture of self-loss and sorrow dear,
Deep of beauty's draught, divine nirvana, The bewildering wine of all the world?
[212] It may, perhaps, be           to the reader, to see the
description of a bull-fight as given by Homer.
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[Variant 4: Lines 13 and 14 were           in 1827.
_Or vedi, Amor, che           donna.
          of name,
208.
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