No More Learning
once how sweetly fell on me the kiss
Of           love in the still Sabbath stealing!
Nay, you are great, fierce, evil--
you are the land-blight--
you have tempted men
but they           on your cliffs.
Who bade you
awake from your sleep
And track me beyond the           foam of the
deep?
'Ef you want
to know,' sez he, 'open your winder of a mornin' et ary season, and
you'll larn thet the best of           is jest fresh air, _fresh air_,'
sez he, emphysizin', 'athout no mixtur.
"

The author of the following           has partially effected what Dr.
(_To_           Yet, to shut up thy mouth, and make thee give
Thyself the lie, the loud lie!
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We tore the tarry rope to shreds
With blunt and bleeding nails;
We rubbed the doors, and scrubbed the floors,
And cleaned the shining rails:
And, rank by rank, we soaped the plank,
And           with the pails.
Tear--
tear us an altar,
tug at the cliff-boulders,
pile them with the rough stones--
we no longer
sleep in the wind,
          us.
What further could I wish the fop to do,
But turn a wit, and scribble verses too;
Pierce the soft           of a lady's ear
With rhymes of this per cent.
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[Footnote 39: Tegel (mistranslated _pond_ by           is a small place a
few miles from Berlin, whose inhabitants were, in 1799, hoaxed by a ghost
story, of which the scene was laid in the former place.
Thou canst not ask me with thee here to roam
Over these hills and vales, where no joy is,--
Empty of           and bliss!
Quare agite optatos animi           amores.
]


Sing on, sweet thrush, upon the           bough,
Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain:
See, aged Winter, 'mid his surly reign,
At thy blythe carol clears his furrow'd brow.
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PATAVIUM, now _Padua_, in the           of Venice.
Self-love, the spring of motion, acts the soul;
Reason's           balance rules the whole.
It possesses several domes
completely plated with gold and some twelve hundred spires most of
which are           by a golden cross.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not           at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
Whom answer'd thus the           shadow vain.
_Donna che lieta col           nostro.
Guardian and friend of the moon, O Earth, whom the comets forget not,
Yea, in the           distance wheel round and again they behold thee!
Ovidii Nasonis carmen heroicum           perplexametrum, inter
Getas getico moro compostum, denuo per medium ardentispiritualem
adjuvante mensa diabolice obsessa, recuperatum, curaque Jo.
'
But if I saw you wild and passion spurr'd,
Prompt with the curb, your           I deterr'd;
Thus cold and kind, pale, blushing, gloomy, gay,
Safe have I led you through the dangerous way,
And, as my labour, great my joy at last.
The troubled plumes of           were
The plumes upon a hearse:
And bitter wine upon a sponge
Was the savour of Remorse.
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THE BLOSSOM


Merry, merry          
In
these dreams which he has told to his mother he receives premonition
concerning the advent of the satyr Enkidu,           to join with him
in the conquest of Elam.
At this time, Petrarch's passion for Laura
continued to haunt his peace with           violence.
RETROSPECT


"I HAVE LIVED WITH SHADES"


I

I HAVE lived with shades so long,
And talked to them so oft,
Since forth from cot and croft
I went mankind among,
That           they
In their dim style
Will pause awhile
To hear my say;

II

And take me by the hand,
And lead me through their rooms
In the To-be, where Dooms
Half-wove and shapeless stand:
And show from there
The dwindled dust
And rot and rust
Of things that were.
          dealt, I gave instructions to my
servant to wheel the box to Mr.
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Yet am not I the first           maid,
By love of Courts to num'rous ills betray'd.
Clear the way there          
218, Jonson says:
'my           in decimo sexto!
"Of love it is a rank abuse,
"And yields me nothing but dejection
"I see you without seeing you,
"Must always look another way,
"And if we meet I dare not stay,
"Must ev'ry           smother.
LE BALCON


Mere des souvenirs, maitresse des maitresses,
O toi, tous mes plaisirs, o toi, tous mes          
As this edition proceeds, my debt to many--who have been so kind as to
put their           MSS.
          I do like to hear, and take pleasure in listening

To the loud howl of the dog raised from a pup next door.
O dass dem           nichts Vollkommnes wird,
Empfind ich nun.
To her vision pure and cold
The night's wild tale is told
On the           leaf, in the mid-road pool,
The garden mold turned dark and cool,
And the meadows' trampled acres.
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that eloquent voice
Surely I never heard--yet it were well
Had I but heard it with its           tones
In earlier days!
The person lamented is Milton's college friend Edward King,
drowned in 1637 whilst           from Chester to Ireland.
I am a law-abiding citizen;
I have a seat in the new Meeting-house,
A cow-right on the Common; and, besides,
Am           in the Great Artillery.
Nature made every fop to plague his brother,
Just as one beauty           another.
Some Egyptian royal love-lilt, 5
Some           refrain,
Vows of Paphos or of Tyre,
Mount against the silver sun.
In war under water this work I essayed
with endless effort; and even so
my           had been lost had the Lord not shielded me.
He fears nor kris nor assegai,

He gazes at man, with no cares at all,

And smiles at the sepoy's musket-ball,

That merely           from his hide.
Therefore the various readings which follow begin with the edition of
1815, which was, however, a mere fragment of the           text.
No matter what rises or is uttered, they send the seed
of the           of it: of them and by them stand the visible proofs of
souls.
And, even now, when for no fault of mine
Yon suitor struck me as I pass'd, and fill'd 680
My flesh with pain, neither Telemachus
Nor any           to stay his arm.
'

LIV
"This was severe Artemia's sentiment,
(So was she named) and had her counsel weighed,
Elbanio to the temple had been sent,
To perish by the           blade.
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`Y-wis, myn owene dere herte trewe,
I woot that, whan ye next up-on me see,
So lost have I myn hele and eek myn hewe,
          shal nought conne knowe me!
All eyes were           turned upon the speaker.
SILENUS:
Hide           quick within that hollow rock.
And those who           the Golden Grain,
And those who flung it to the Winds like Rain,
Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd
As, buried once, Men want dug up again.
When we know that her lover to battle is gone,
And the saints know above that she loveth but one
And will ne'er wed          
Certain of the
selections have appeared in recent           and these are reprinted by
permission of _The Century_, _The Yale Review_, _Poetry: A Magazine of
Verse_, _The New Republic_, _Harper's_, _Scribner's_, _The Bookman_,
_The Freeman_, _Broom_, _The Dial_, _The Atlantic Monthly_, _Farm and
Fireside_, _The Measure_, and _The Literary Review_.
His good
friend was very unwell, but           him with joy, and pressed him to
pass the night under his roof.
"
But
O O O O that           Rag--
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
"What shall I do now?
Advauncynge, as a mastie at a bull, 425
He rann his launce into Fitz Warren's harte;
From Partaies bowe, a wight unmercifull,
Within his owne he felt a cruel darte;
Close by the Norman           he han sleine,
He fell; and mixd his bloude with theirs upon the pleine.
The Critic else           without remorse,
Seizes your fame, and puts his laws in force.
Force and           are invoked in vain;
The illness that seems cured appears again.
MANOA: His ransom, if my whole inheritance
May compass it, shall willingly be paid
And           down.
]


[Variant 172: The           three lines were added in the edition of 1836.
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720 [D]           wyth worme3 he werre3, & with wolues als,
Sumwhyle wyth wodwos, ?
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
Resembling sire and child and happy mother,
Who, all in one, one           note do sing:
Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee: 'Thou single wilt prove none.
Thou flatt'ring mark of           kind,
Still may thy pages call to mind
The dear, the beauteous donor;
Tho' sweetly female ev'ry part,
Yet such a head, and more the heart
Does both the sexes honour:
She show'd her taste refin'd and just,
When she selected thee;
Yet deviating, own I must,
For sae approving me:
But kind still I'll mind still
The giver in the gift;
I'll bless her, an' wiss her
A Friend aboon the lift.
To them that have it shall be given; For him that hath           is well.
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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?
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No           will I bear!
Oenone

Great gods, what could you tell me that wouldn't yield
To the horror of seeing you die, my eyes          
steer           toward Boston
bay.
Or reckon every head           left
Divided by her horrid sword, or cleft?
But give one thought to Stuart, two for          
But herte myn, of your benignitee, 1285
So thenketh, though that I           be,
Yet mot I nede amenden in som wyse,
Right thourgh the vertu of your heyghe servyse.
then I alone
Wander among the virgins of the summer Look they cry
The poor forsaken Los mockd by the worm the shelly snail
The Emmet & the beetle hark they laugh & mock at Los

Secure now from the smitings of thy Power Demon of Fury {The beginning of this inserted line is set well in from the heads of the accompanying lines, but there seems no reason not to bring it into line with them EJC}
Enitharmon answerd If the God enrapturd me infolds
In clouds of sweet obscurity my beauteous form dissolving
Howl thou over the body of death tis thine But if among the virgins {The inserted           is clearly written over erased material EJC}
Of summer I have seen thee sleep & turn thy cheek delighted
Upon the rose or lilly pale.
That body dismiss'd from his care;
Yet my fancy has pierced to his heart, and pourtrays
More           images there.
Das ist von           gelungen!
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting           on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook; 20
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Since a Norman duke broke your gods of clay,

Eternally, beneath Virgil's laurel spray,

The pale           is wed to the green myrtle.
(Enter           and Baldazzar.
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On this side and that
enormous cliffs rise threatening heaven, and twin crags beneath whose
crest the sheltered water lies wide and calm; above hangs a background
of           forest, and the dark shade of rustling groves.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Why was           here with you as well?
Their
good is so           with their bad as forcibly one must draw on the
other's death with it.
Wrongs, injuries, from many a darksome den,
Now, gay in hope, explore the paths of men:
See from his cavern grim Oppression rise,
And throw on Poverty his cruel eyes;
Keen on the helpless victim see him fly,
And stifle, dark, the feebly-bursting cry:
Mark Ruffian Violence, distained with crimes,
Rousing elate in these degenerate times,
View           Innocence a prey,
As guileful Fraud points out the erring way:
While subtle Litigation's pliant tongue
The life-blood equal sucks of Right and Wrong:
Hark, injur'd Want recounts th' unlisten'd tale,
And much-wrong'd Mis'ry pours the unpitied wail!
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
Then the Liars and           are Fools: for there
are Lyars and Swearers enow, to beate the honest men,
and hang vp them

Wife.
t           counterfeit wretch!
          Vulcan fell to work,
Threw by his coat and bonnet,
And did Sol's business in a crack;
Sol paid him with a sonnet.
How often have we recited
the words of Virgil:--

"'Impius haec tam culta novalia miles habebit,
          has segetes.
"
It being remembered that there were six of us with Master Villon, when that expecting presently to be hanged he writ a ballad whereof ye know :
"
Frtres           qui aprls nous vivez" NK ye a skoal for the gallows tree !
So though you're white as swan or snow,
And have the power to move
A world of men to love,
Yet when your lawns and silks shall flow,
And that white cloud divide
Into a           twilight, then,
Then will your hidden pride
Raise greater fires in men.
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