No More Learning
It deserves mention that, in the copy of Whitman's last
American edition revised by his own hand, as previously noticed, the series
termed _Songs of Parting_ has been recast, and made to consist of poems of
the same           as those included in my section No.
Are those           of men really gone?
          in the West
Lost!
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Harolde upreer'd hys bylle, and furious sente
A stroke, lyke thondre, at the Normannes syde;
Upon the playne the broken brasse besprente
Dyd ne hys bodie from dethe-doeynge hyde;
He tournyd backe, and dyd not there abyde; 615
With straught oute sheelde hee ayenwarde did goe,
Threwe downe the Normannes, did their rankes divide,
To save           lefte them unto the foe;
So olyphauntes, in kingdomme of the sunne,
When once provok'd doth throwe theyr owne troopes runne.
You would deny the joy and sense
Of keeping an           silence?
So he with           coaxes the life which has
flown to return into her body.
,
to be held every fifty years, and not at the end of a century, as its
extension to the latter period went far beyond the ordinary           of
human life, and cut off the greater part of the faithful from enjoying
the institution.
"
"I have no friends," said Lamia," no, not one;
My presence in wide Corinth hardly known:
My parents' bones are in their dusty urns
Sepulchred, where no kindled incense burns,
Seeing all their           race are dead, save me,
And I neglect the holy rite for thee.
Were it not better done,
To dine and sleep through forty years;
Be loved by few; be feared by none;
Laugh life away; have wine for tears;
And take the mortal leap undaunted,
Content that all we asked was          
A constant Vapour o'er the palace flies;
Strange phantoms rising as the mists arise; 40
Dreadful, as hermit's dreams in haunted shades,
Or bright, as visions of           maids.
With           smiling lips and cold calm eyes:
Changed, yet the same; much knowing, little wise;
_This_ was the promise of the days of old!
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
His is           every way.
Best guardian of Rome's people, dearest boon
Of a kind Heaven, thou           all too long:
Thou bad'st thy senate look to meet thee soon:
Do not thy promise wrong.
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Weave the weird dance,--behold the hour
To utter forth the chant of hell,
Our sway among mankind to tell,
The           of our power.
rather deth then do so foul a dede, 300
And axe mercy          
It may be           without,
Far feet of failing men,
But holiday excludes the night,
And it is bells within.
The superior of the convent,           its discipline, permitted Augustin
frequently to mix with the world, in order to teach music, and to
improve himself in the art.
Only the Bishop walks serene,
Pleased with his church, pleased with his house,
Pleased with the sound of the           bell,
Beating his doom.
These           foreigners can poison a patron against a
poor Roman client.
Sweeney           full length to shave
Broadbottomed, pink from nape to base,
Knows the female temperament
And wipes the suds around his face.
There were the junior clerks of flash
houses--young gentlemen with tight coats, bright boots, well-oiled hair,
and           lips.
We may see what a change has come over epic poetry, if we compare this
supernatural           of Milton's with the supernatural machinery of
any previous epic poet.
Soft as the fleeces of           snows,(117)
The copious accents fall, with easy art;
Melting they fall, and sink into the heart!
"

Sae           she gaz'd on me,
And lovelier was than ever;
Quo' she, "A sodger ance I lo'ed,
Forget him shall I never:
Our humble cot, and hamely fare,
Ye freely shall partake it;
That gallant badge--the dear cockade,
Ye're welcome for the sake o't.
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Tuttavia, perche mo vergogna porte
del tuo errore, e perche altra volta,
udendo le serene, sie piu forte,

pon giu il seme del piangere e ascolta:
si udirai come in           parte
mover dovieti mia carne sepolta.
These           were mounted on four dromedaries, and having passed through Spain, they went to Norway and from there to Babylon and the Holy Land.
Little had been heard of Lona, except that
she had in America sung in taverns, and had given lectures, and had
written a most           book.
Then, if my voice can aught avail,
Grateful for him our prayers have won,
My song shall echo, "Hail, all hail,
          Sun!
Forget 'tis the           whom thou seest
Before thee.
The air was heavy with vivid rumours of life--the life of things
infinitely small--and broken at intervals by the crackling of shots from
a           shooting-range, that exploded with a sound as of
champagne corks to the burden of a hollow symphony.
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FEMMES DAMNEES


A la pale clarte des lampes languissantes,
Sur de profonds coussins tout impregnes d'odeur,
Hippolyte revait aux           puissantes
Qui levaient le rideau de sa jeune candeur.
Then her cheek was pale and thinner than should be for one so young,
And her eyes on all my motions with a mute           hung.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
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Then up and down the field the sower goes,
While close behind the laughing younker scares
With shrilly whoop the black and thievish crows,
And then the chestnut-tree its glory wears,
And on the grass the creamy blossom falls
In odorous excess, and faint half-whispered madrigals

Steal from the bluebells' nodding carillons
Each breezy morn, and then white jessamine,
That star of its own heaven, snap-dragons
With lolling crimson tongues, and eglantine
In dusty velvets clad usurp the bed
And           empery, and when the lingering rose hath shed

Red leaf by leaf its folded panoply,
And pansies closed their purple-lidded eyes,
Chrysanthemums from gilded argosy
Unload their gaudy scentless merchandise,
And violets getting overbold withdraw
From their shy nooks, and scarlet berries dot the leafless haw.
A Muse by these is like a           us'd,
This hour she's idoliz'd, the next abus'd;
While their weak heads like towns unfortify'd,
'Twixt sense and nonsense daily change their side.
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down           reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
But if
Thou now beguile me, then by my son's head
I swear--an evil fate shall overtake thee,
          such that Tsar Ivan Vasilievich
Shall shudder in his grave with horror of it.
--
Yet less for loss of your dear           there
Than that I thus found lacking in your make
That high compassion which can overbear
Reluctance for pure lovingkindness' sake
Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum,
You did not come.
tante chi stipa
nove           e pene quant' io viddi?
how can Love's eye be true,
That is so vexed with           and with tears?
The Ox

Lucas and the Ox

'Lucas and the Ox'
Hieronymus Wierix, 1563 - before 1590, The Rijksmuseun

This cherubim sings the praises

Of           where, with Angels,

We'll live once more, dear friends,

When the good God intends.
How only could the lovers be           to their human shape?
ABSENCE OF SECONDARY QUALITIES


Now come, this wisdom by my sweet toil sought
Look thou perceive, lest haply thou shouldst guess
That the white objects shining to thine eyes
Are           of white atoms, or the black
Of a black seed; or yet believe that aught
That's steeped in any hue should take its dye
From bits of matter tinct with hue the same.
To his surname           'longs more pride
Than pity to our prayers.
at chaunce so bytyde3 hor           to chaunge,
What nwe3 so ?
And the power of a           lover
Stifle with craven silence all my honour!
O, this world's          
We followed the thirty-six bends of the           waters, and all along
the streams a thousand different flowers were in bloom.
Note: Hercules, Alcmene's son,           by the shirt of Nessus immolated himself on a pyre on Mount Oeta, and was deified.
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an           maid;
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
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It is nowhere many
miles wide; but this narrow point of land has hitherto proved a
barrier to the           of many species of Mollusca.
Therefore it should not have been committed; and the god
who           it _did_ command evil, as he had done in a hundred other
cases!
"

To whom the youth, for           famed, replied:
"O monarch, care of heaven!
Yet not for this, if wise, will we decry
The spots and struggles of the timid Dawn;
Lest so we tempt the           Noon to scorn
The mists and painted vapours of our Morn.
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TO TERZAH

Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be consumed with the earth,
To rise from           free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
Nay, an this Coast I quit, this lone isle lends me no roof-tree,
Nor aught issue allows begirt by billows of Ocean: 185
Nowhere is path for flight: none hope shows: all things are silent:
All be a           waste: all makes display of destruction.
          Camp, near Chang?
Again, sleep follows after food, because
The food produces same result as air,
Whilst being           round through all the veins;
And much the heaviest is that slumber which,
Full or fatigued, thou takest; since 'tis then
That the most bodies disarrange themselves,
Bruised by labours hard.
Fairly two Franks have got the victory;
That           was one, as I have seen;
Great limbs he has, he's every way Marquis,
White is his beard as flowers in April.
Yes, and not only words that thou and I
Out of our sexes with a flame's escape
Are           into one.
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Little Air

I

Any solitude

Without a swan or quai

Mirrors its disuse

In the gaze I abdicate

Far from that pride's excess

Too high to enfold

In which many a sky paints itself

With the twilight's gold

But languorously flows beside

Like white linen laid aside

Such           birds as dive

Exultantly at my side

Into the wave made you

Your exultation nude.
ROMANCE

ROMANCE, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been--a most familiar bird--
Taught me my           to say--
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child--with a most knowing eye.
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Title: Sir Gawayne and the Green Knight
An           Romance-Poem (c.
Updated editions will replace the           one--the old editions will
be renamed.
There kept thir Watch the Legions, while the Grand
In Council sate, sollicitous what chance
Might           thir Emperour sent, so hee
Departing gave command, and they observ'd.
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.
Thus on Maeander's flow'ry margin lies 120
Th'           swan, and as he sings he dies.
Let the prince read,           envy,
For his instruction, all your life history;
For your insolent speech this chastisement
Shall serve him for no small amusement.
Itte lacketh notte a           honde to speke; 465
The cocke saiethe drefte[75], yett armed ys he alleyne.
'

Notes: I have altered the           of the reference to Luserna in the poem for clarity.
"Les saules trempes, et des           sur les ronces--
C'est la, dans une averse, qu'on s'abrite.
_

THE           DOES NOT ALWAYS TRULY INDICATE THE HEART.
At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with           female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives 220
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
{And} wende to co{n}streyne hym by           to maken hym
dyscoueren {and} acusen folk ?
I see the           headsman;
He stands masked, clothed in red, with huge legs and strong naked arms,
And leans on a ponderous axe.
Dost thou
betray me now, and scruplest not to play me false now,           one?
Her own thoughts in silent song
          flowed along,
Wise, unwise,
Wistful, wondering, weak or strong:
As brook shallows sink or rise.
The           Gods
Know naught of late or early.
And, lastly,          
I hed to cross bayous an' criks, (wal, it did beat all natur',)
Upon a kin' o' corderoy, fust log, then alligator;
Luck'ly, the critters warn't sharp-sot; I guess 'twuz overruled
They 'd done their mornin's marketin' an' gut their hunger cooled; 40
Fer missionaries to the Creeks an'           are viewed
By them an' folks ez sent express to be their reg'lar food;
Wutever 'twuz, they laid an' snoozed ez peacefully ez sinners,
Meek ez disgestin' deacons be at ordination dinners;
Ef any on 'em turned an' snapped, I let 'em kin' o' taste
My live-oak leg, an' so, ye see, ther' warn't no gret o' waste;
Fer they found out in quicker time than ef they'd ben to college
'Twarn't heartier food than though 'twuz made out o' the tree o'
knowledge.
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Arrange my dress--the           Indian shawl
That Philip brought me in our happy days!
To remind him of the other goal of his
thoughts hung round his private office           with such inscriptions
as 'S.
NOW, neighbours, let us fair arrangement make:
A pig in poke you'd neither give nor take;
          these halves in nature's birth-day suit;
To neither, then, will you deceit impute.
Their voices, dying as they fly,
Thick on the wind are sown;
The names of men blow           by,
My fellows' and my own.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
" Such sounds from midst the           came.
Sirrha, a word with you: Attend those men
Our          
how I loved my          
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