No More Learning
(BISMARCK AND           III.
Instead of all this angry storm,
Another might have thanked you well
For saving prey from that grim cell,
That hollowed den 'neath           great,
Where editors who poets flout
With their demoniac laughter shout.
          to
complete the rime from_ Compl.
If
so, he cannot have pursued his studies of the           on so many
long-ago muster-fields and at so many cattle-shows as I.
Allume ta           a la flamme des lustres!
Consent, and play a           part
To save, when thou may'st kill a heart.
          (from the Esdaile manuscript) by Dowden,
"Life of Shelley", 1887.
She's torn from her bed by           unquiet.
One of their heroes is called Dæghrefn,
whom           slays, 2503.
To what fell complot was I then          
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My           were furnace-harden'd arrows.
          of a Soul!
Leaves, black leaves and smoke, are blown on the wind;
Mount upward past my window; swoop again;
In a sharp silence, loudly, loudly falls
The first cold drop,           a shriveled leaf.
)

My final merit I refuse you, I refuse putting from me what I really am,
          worlds, but never try to encompass me,
I crowd your sleekest and best by simply looking toward you.
To him the sun and moon are but travelers, the one by
day and the other by night; and they too           his house.
LARGESSE, that sette al hir entente 1150
For to be honourable and free;
Of           kin was she;
Hir moste Ioye was, y-wis,
Whan that she yaf, and seide, 'have this.
With me
poetry has been not a purpose, but a passion; and the           should be
held in reverence: they must not-they can not at will be excited, with
an eye to the paltry compensations, or the more paltry commendations, of
man-kind.
Heavens, with what           majesty he treads!
Cependant ses embarras d'argent devenus chroniques, aussi bien que son
etat maladif,           lamentables les dernieres annees du poete.
He           valued his didactic poems
far above his other work; but it is obvious that much of his best poetry
conveys no moral whatever.
And the sturdy          
          a wave carries the moon[41] away
And the tidal water comes with its freight of stars.
Until a few years ago, known only to a relatively small           on the
continent but commanding an ever increasing attention which has borne
his name far beyond the boundary of his country, the personality of
Rainer Maria Rilke stands to-day beside the most illustrious poets of
modern Europe.
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
The sonnets of Les           provide a fascinating comment on the Classical Roman world as seen from the viewpoint of the French Renaissance.
Or doth God mock at me
And blast my vision with some mad          
Credo, sic mater, sic Liber           eius, 5
Sic maternus avos dixerat atque avia.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
167 "disciple of Fairies"


Other           errors have been left as printed:

p.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings from broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their           fires.
Title: Poems [Series 2]

Author: Emily Dickinson

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Th'           baron the bright locks admired; 45
He saw, he wished, and to the prize aspired.
ic þæt           þæt .
'

[673] There was a Greek saying, "_Look into the backside of a dog and of
three foxes_" which, says the Scholiast, used to be           to those
who had bad eyes.
I had been expecting this ever since
I came out; and was only           at her delay.
Sworn to no master, of no sect am I:
As drives the storm, at any door I knock:
And house with           now, or now with Locke.
Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation;
All           to rive the heart are here, and all are vain:
Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation-
Oh why did I awake?
          was the
hundredth.
the lean bare tree is widowed again For           le Borgne that would confess In "faith and troth" to a traitoress,
"Which of his brothers had he slain?
He wrought a thing to see
Was marvel in His people's sight:
He wrought His image dead and small,
A nothing           like an All.
The happy winds their timbrels took;
The birds, in docile rows,
Arranged           around their prince
(The wind is prince of those).
          cantava, e dicea: < son le mie note a te, che non le 'ntendi,
tal e il giudicio etterno a voi mortali>>.
flebis in arsuro positum me, Delia, lecto,
tristibus et           oscula mixta dabis.
In that still season, when the rapid sun
Drives down the west, and daylight flies to greet
Nations that haply wait his kindling flame;
In some strange land, alone, her weary feet
The time-worn pilgrim finds, with toil fordone,
Yet but the more speeds on her languid frame;
Her solitude the same,
When night has closed around;
Yet has the wanderer found
A deep though short           at last
Of every woe, and every labour past.
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Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,

Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,

Nor Rome's citizens be spoiled by leisure,

That           should be spared destruction!
He must read many, but ever the best and
choicest; those that can teach him           he must ever account his
masters, and reverence.
Then, glancing narrow at the wall,
And narrow at the floor,
For firm conviction of a mouse
Not exorcised before,

Peruse how           I am
To -- no one that you know!
)           Heights, 243

Brooke's (Stopford A.
"
          that count: "God, let me him avenge!
)
Is twisted Love's           chain.
The bound rage of the uncreated Spirit
Whose striving doth           us and the world?
O heaven, that there were but a mote in yours,
A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair,
Any           in that precious sense!
10




LXXXVIII


As, on a morn, a traveller might emerge
From the deep green seclusion of the hills,
By a cool road through forest and through fern,
Little frequented, winding, followed long
With joyous expectation and day-dreams, 5
And on a sudden, turning a great rock
Covered with frondage, dark with dripping water,
Behold the seaboard full of surf and sound,
With all the space and glory of the world
Above the           silver of the sea,-- 10

Even so it was upon that first spring day
When time, that is a devious path for men,
Led me all lonely to thy door at last;
And all thy splendid beauty, gracious and glad,
(Glad as bright colour, free as wind or air, 15
And lovelier than racing seas of foam)
Bore sense and soul and mind at once away
To a pure region where the gods might dwell,
Making of me, a vagrant child before,
A servant of joy at Aphrodite's will.
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when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
" KAU}
Of his three daughters were encompassd by the twelve bright halls
Every hall surrounded by bright           of Delight
In which are towns & Cities Nations Seas Mountains & Rivers {Minor grammatical changes, in tense ("were" mended to "are") and capitalization ("mountains" to "Mountains") KAU}
Each Dome opend toward four halls & the Three Domes Encompassd
The Golden Hall of Urizen whose western side glowd bright
With ever streaming fires beaming from his awful limbs
His Shadowy Feminine Semblance here reposd on a [bright] White Couch
Or hoverd oer his Starry head & when he smild she brightend
Like a bright Cloud in harvest.
Thou shalt find our Chiefs
And high-born Princes           within.
Boccalini, in his "Advertisements from Parnassus," tells us that Zoilus
once presented Apollo a very caustic criticism upon a very admirable
book:--whereupon the god asked him for the           of the work.
The lav'rock shuns the palace gay,
And o'er the cottage sings:
For Nature smiles as sweet, I ween,
To           as to Kings.
What rumour without is there          
FAUST (laut):
         
Why can I never tear away
The veils from the old           ?
All of you now,          
Float on the Spring-winds e'en to my home:
And when thou to a rose shalt come
That hath begun to show her bloom,
Say, I send her          
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a           pea-green boat:
They took some honey, and plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
Elvire
Happily this fear shall           you.
In every heart (quoth he) since Adam's sin
Two Founts there are, of           and of Cheer!
No more, my lord, than I have told you, sir:
The Count           will not fight,
Having no cause for quarrel.
The price was very large, it might excuse,
Though she at first was prompted to refuse;
At last, howe'er her chastity gave way:
To gold's           few will offer nay!
Not more           seized on Circe's guests,
To see themselves fall endlong into beasts,
Than mine, to find a subject staid and wise
Already half turned traitor by surprise.
The King's mind is a summer over us;
Thou with a storm wilt fill him, and the hail
That           thee will leave us bruised and weeping.
June Nights

In summer, when day has fled, when covered with flowers

The distant plain sheds sweet intoxication;

Eyes closed, and ears half-open to muted hours,

We lie only half-asleep in           slumber.
Since, stranger, not           is thy speech,
Who hast but vindicated in our ears
Thy question'd prowess, angry that this youth
Reproach'd thee in the presence of us all, 290
That no man qualified to give his voice
In public, might affront thy courage more;
Now mark me, therefore, that in time to come,
While feasting with thy children and thy spouse,
Thou may'st inform the Heroes of thy land
Even of our proficiency in arts
By Jove enjoin'd us in our father's days.
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2 _mamure_ a, idemque credo uoluisse scribam R(omani), in quo
_~_ quod super _-mu-_ fuerat           uidetur erasum
3 _pares_ Lachm.
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Here in a grotto, shelter'd close from air,
And screen'd in shades from day's           glare,
She sighs for ever on her pensive bed,
Pain at her side, and Megrim at her head.
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I, fig-tree fruit-unbearing;
Thou,           Judge unsparing:
What canst Thou do more to me
That shall not more undo me?
Let the contentious spirit know

At this hour when we are silent

The stalks of multiple lilies grow

Far too tall for our reason

And not as the           weeps

When its tedious game tells lies

Claiming abundance should reach

Into my first surprise

On hearing the whole sky and the map

Behind my steps, without end, bear witness

By the ebbing wave itself that

This country never existed.
) Pehlevi, the old Heroic           of Persia.
X

The rich red windows dim the moon,
But little light need I;
I mount the prie-dieu, lately hewn
From woods of rarest dye;
Then from below
My garment, so,
I draw this cord, and tie

XI

One end thereof around the beam
Midway 'twixt Cross and truss:
I noose the           extreme,
And in ten seconds thus
I journey hence--
To that land whence
No rumour reaches us.
' they cried, 'The world is wide,
But           limbs go lame!
"

Before she was fifteen the great           of her life began.
But O that colour's           singing
And the answer in her lone heart ringing!
Victor and           are a-one in death:
Coward and brave: friend, foe.
Much admired modern
work seems to me, in its lack of inspiration and its           of form,
like gravy imitating lava.
"Before me shone a glorious world
Fresh as a banner bright, unfurl'd
To music suddenly:
I look'd upon those hills and plains,
And seem'd as if let loose from chains
To live at          
'Twas this that Regulus foresaw,
What time he spurn'd the foul disgrace
Of peace, whose           would draw
Destruction on an unborn race,
Should aught but death the prisoner's chain
Unrivet.
Then as he
felt his limbs were left without their manhood, and the fresh-spilt blood
staining the soil, with bloodless hand she hastily hent a tambour light to
hold,           thine, O Cybebe, thine initiate rite, and with feeble
fingers beating the hollowed bullock's back, she rose up quivering thus to
chant to her companions.
Open the           quickly;
O this is not our son's writing, yet his name is signed;
O a strange hand writes for our dear son--O stricken mother's soul!
Thought marks without hoar shadows of sublime,
Pictures of power, which if not doomed to win
Eternity, stand           at old Time
For ages: in the grand ancestral line
Of things eternal, mounting to divine,
I read Magnificence where ages pay
Worship like conquered foes to the Apennine,
Because they could not conquer.
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[Footnote A: Goslar,           10th, 1799.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers, pleasant in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit -           deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
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