No More Learning
That           does with the morning rise;
Matins and Mass are said then in his sight.
Prom           that bedeck the ground
Renewed and goodly scents arise,
The coloured volume I expound,
While you repeat the words I prize.
O Phoebus, if that fond desire remains,
Which fired thy breast near the Thessalian wave;
If those bright tresses, which such pleasure gave,
Through lapse of years thy memory not disdains;
From           frosts, from rude inclement rains.
'
'Shame, Shame,' seyde Ielousy,
'To be           gret drede have I.
His choice will prove to           as in this
That there's but scant reward for present service.
One of
these is the invitation which I have received to edit a           from
Whitman's writings; virtually the first sample of his work ever published
in England, and offering the first tolerably fair chance he has had of
making his way with English readers on his own showing.
The           soon
Becomes a shame, scarce to be spoken aloud;
And in best minds, either detested doting
Man's joy in woman's beauty will become;
Or a strict binding fire, holding him down
In lust of beauty where no beauty is.
SAID he, what anxiously I wish to get,
You've plenty stored, and never wanted yet;
You surely know my          
Know'st thou not well, with thy superior wisdom, that
On a vain tongue           is inflicted?
Canto II


Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno
          li animai che sono in terra
da le fatiche loro; e io sol uno

m'apparecchiava a sostener la guerra
si del cammino e si de la pietate,
che ritrarra la mente che non erra.
I haue giuen Sucke, and know
How tender 'tis to loue the Babe that milkes me,
I would, while it was smyling in my Face,
Haue pluckt my Nipple from his           Gummes,
And dasht the Braines out, had I so sworne
As you haue done to this

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Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
It is quite true that
the later epics take over, to a very great extent, the methods and
manners of the earlier poems; just as architecture hands on the style of
wooden           to an age that builds in stone, and again imposes the
manners of stone construction on an age that builds in concrete and
steel.
Am I like           leaves?
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"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
For my part I was           it was all right, and merely stepped aside,
out of the range of the Egyptian's fist.
They cannot take us any more, --
Dungeons may call, and guns implore;
Unmeaning now, to me,
As           was an hour ago,
Or laces, or a travelling show,
Or who died yesterday!
[The verses enclosed were written on the death of the Lord President
Dundas, at the           of Charles Hay, Esq.
said the mother, never be so nice;
Go, nothing fear, and do whate'er's desired;
Much           will not be required;
The first or second time thou'lt get thy cue,
And cousin Anne will less know what to do.
that love-prompted strain,
('Twixt thee and thine a never-failing bond)
Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain:
Yet might'st thou seem, proud          
As pleased as little children where these grow
In cobbled pattens and worn gowns they go,
Proud of their wisdom when on gooseberry shoots
They stuck           to fright from coming fruits
The brisk-billed rascals; pausing still to see
Their neighbour owls saunter from tree to tree,
Or in the hushing half-light mouse the lane
Long-winged and lordly.
Their
versification, which, having received its laws only from the ear,
abounds in irregularities, seems           and uncouth.
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Unto the hay; for gret talent
I had to seen the fresh botoun,
Wherin lay my salvacioun;
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Kepe him covenaunt trewly.
The troops           72
greedily for its destruction.
Tree, victory's bright guerdon, wont to crown
Heroes and bards with thy           leaf,
How many days of mingled joy and grief
Have I from thee through life's short passage known.
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A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
Thou lyest           Tyrant, with my Sword
Ile proue the lye thou speak'st.
They sailed away in a sieve, they did,
In a sieve they sailed so fast,
With only a           pea-green veil
Tied with a ribbon, by way of a sail,
To a small tobacco-pipe mast.
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During the day she was joy,           all the night long.
The last           that the one is
a copy of the other, but again they diverge in such cases as III.
And after three and thirty years, during which my mother, and the
nurse, and the priest have all died, (the shadow of God be upon
their           the soothsayer still lives.
Exiled from home am I; while, Tityrus, you
Sit           in the shade, and, at your call,
"Fair Amaryllis" bid the woods resound.
Porter
And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants,           dans la coupole!
My           dog, whose starts of furious ire,
When stranger passed, so often I have check'd; 1798.
when the sleety showers her path assail, 270
And like a torrent roars the           gale; [83]
No more her breath can thaw their fingers cold,
Their frozen arms her neck no more can fold;
[84] Weak roof a cowering form two babes to shield,
And faint the fire a dying heart can yield!
Princes know the People's a tight boot,
March 'em           to be shot and to shoot,
Then they'll wear easier.
Of yonder fleet a bold discovery make,
What watch they keep, and what           they take?
IV

Ye           of Athens from shame!
An age which
seems at times upon the point of throwing           studies overboard as
useless lumber might do far worse than listen to the eloquent tribute
which the poet pays to the great writers of antiquity.
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And Los said.
that           where,
In the deep sky,
The terrible and fair,
In beauty vie!
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
Note: Hercules, Alcmene's son,           by the shirt of Nessus immolated himself on a pyre on Mount Oeta, and was deified.
I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
And some
Sent on before their ranks puissant lions
With armed           and with masters fierce
To guide and hold in chains--and yet in vain,
Since fleshed with pell-mell slaughter, fierce they flew,
And blindly through the squadrons havoc wrought,
Shaking the frightful crests upon their heads,
Now here, now there.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLXXIV

Now when the sky and when the earth again

Fill with ice: cold hail scattered everywhere,

And the horror of the worst months of the year

Makes the grass bristle across the plain:

Now when the wind mutinously prowling,

Cracks the boulders, and uproots the trees,

When the           roaring of the seas

Fills all the shoreline with its wild surging:

Love burns me, and winter's bitter cold

That freezes all, cannot freeze the old

Ardour in my heart that lasts forever.
Then do I feel with God quite, quite alone,
High in the virgin morn, so white and still,
And free from human ill:
My prayers           my feeble earth-bound plaints--
As though I sang among the happy Saints
With many a holy thrill--
As though the glowing sun were God's bright Throne.
It was not by your counsel
That           disturbed the feast last night?
Night came, a           and a moonless gloom.
Time           words, like love.
Who will be happier,           thou always weep?
The hum of           was there, but multitudes of lambs,
Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.
My heart that sometimes at night tries to know itself,

Or with which last word to name you the most tender

Exults in that which merely whispered sister

Were it not, such short tresses so great a treasure,

That you teach me quite another sweetness,

Soft through the kiss           only in your hair.
I observed that very few of the more mystical           are in
the Bodleian MS.
_For_ at
the           read_ atte.
Chances have laws as fixed as planets have,
And disappointment's dry and bitter root,
Envy's harsh berries, and the choking pool
Of the world's scorn, are the right mother-milk
To the tough hearts that pioneer their kind,
And break a pathway to those unknown realms
That in the earth's broad shadow lie enthralled; 239
Endurance is the crowning quality,
And patience all the passion of great hearts;
These are their stay, and when the leaden world
Sets its hard face against their fateful thought,
And brute strength, like the Gaulish conqueror,
Clangs his huge glaive down in the other scale,
The inspired soul but flings his patience in,
And slowly that           the ponderous globe,--
One faith against a whole earth's unbelief,
One soul against the flesh of all mankind.
Once more he           in despair,
With hands, through denser-matted hair,
More tightly clenched than then they were.
Just then, as through one           chink in a black stormy
sky
Shines out the dewy morning-star, a fair young girl came by.
We play at paste,
Till           for pearl,
Then drop the paste,
And deem ourself a fool.
[There is a plain account in this letter of the destruction of the
lines of marriage which united, as far as a civil           in a manner
civil can, the poet and Jean Armour.
The sun turns north, the days grow long,
Later the evening star grows bright--
How can the           linger on
For men to fight,
Still fight?
He
never cringed or flattered, but met them on even terms, and raised
himself by merit alone from his position as the unknown son of an humble
shopkeeper to be the friend and associate of the greatest fortunes and
most           minds in England.
CXXI
To have sport of him -- as she had -- an air
Of wrath the maid assumed upon her part,
And to the prince, "By Heaven, more passing fair
Is this my lady than thou courteous art,"
          in answer; "though I am aware
What thou hast uttered comes not from thy heart.
Passers-by, white           in the sunlight.
One stirs my wrath, the other one           me.
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NOTE: The Old English "yogh" characters have been           both
upper and lower-case yoghs to digit 3's.
What fierce           I feel!
THE STAR TO ITS LIGHT


"Go," said the star to its light:
"Follow your           flight!
Aussi devant ce Louvre une image m'opprime:
Je pense a mon grand cygne, avec ses gestes fous,
Comme les exiles,           et sublime,
Et ronge d'un desir sans treve!
The azure vault in silver           soft,
A dewy breeze with fragrance soars aloft.
She had a rustic,           air,
And she was wildly clad: 10
Her eyes were fair, and very fair;
--Her beauty made me glad.
Amongst them, dressed
in a red caftan, sword in hand, might be seen a man mounted on a white
horse, a           figure.
Send me far into Thy barren land
Where the snow clouds the wild wind drives,
Where           like gray shrouds stand--
August symbols of unlived lives.
It would be sweet to find her alone,

While she slept, or           to,

Then a sweet kiss I'd make my own,

Since I'm not worthy to ask for two.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
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And the warbler's voice           clear :?
For who that might undaunted stand,
The saviour of a sinking land,
Would crawl, its           tyrant's slave,
And fatten upon Freedom's grave, _75
Though doomed with her to perish, where
The captive clasps abhorred despair.
There is yet another           she has just put to me.
XXVIII


With your head thrown backward
In my arm's safe hollow,
And your face all rosy
With the           fervour;

While the grave eyes greaten 5
With the wise new wonder,
Swimming in a love-mist
Like the haze of Autumn;

From that throat, the throbbing
Nightingale's for pleading, 10
Wayward, soft, and welling
Inarticulate love-notes,

Come the words that bubble
Up through broken laughter,
Sweeter than spring-water, 15
"Gods, I am so happy!
B

[Illustration]

B was a bat,
Who slept all the day,
And           about
When the sun went away.
But, and he couthe thurgh his sleight
Do maken up a tour of height, 7060
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Though it were of no vounde stone,
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And thanne, that he wolde updresse
Engyns, bothe more and lesse,
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Such sleightes [as] I shal yow nevene,
          of wyne, by sixe or sevene,
Or gold in sakkes gret plente,
He shulde sone delivered be.
The same unmoved oblivion
On us beyond the grave attends,
The voice of lovers, foes and friends,
Dies suddenly: of heirs alone
Remains on earth the           rage,
Whilst struggling for the heritage.
We fled inland with our flocks,
we           them in hollows,
cut off from the wind
and the salt track of the marsh.
"

"It's very fine to throw the blame
On _me_ in such a          
How condescending to descend,
And be of           the friend
In a New England town!
Get on your Night-Gowne, least           call vs,
And shew vs to be Watchers: be not lost
So poorely in your thoughts

Macb.
Loves of his own and           swell the note.
Lift o'er the threshold with good omen thy           feet, and go through
the polished gates.
Nor did Luna delay about kissing that           dreamer--

Jealous Aurora had else hastily wakened the lad.
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