No More Learning
And when such a           wife was gone!
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"Then where, o'er two bright havens,
The towers of Corinth frown;
Where the gigantic King of Day
On his own Rhodes looks down;
Where oft Orontes murmurs
Beneath the laurel shades;
Where Nile           the endless length
Of dark red colonnades;
Where in the still deep water,
Sheltered from waves and blasts,
Bristles the dusky forest
Of Byrsa's thousand masts;
Where fur-clad hunters wander
Amidst the northern ice;
Where through the sand of morning-land
The camel bears the spice;
Where Atlas flings his shadow
Far o'er the western foam,
Shall be great fear on all who hear
The might name of Rome.
She
has not sewn on a piece of hanging leather, thick and reddened at the
end,[516] to cause laughter among the children; she does not rail at the
bald, neither does she dance the cordax;[517] no old man is seen, who,
while uttering his lines, batters his           with a stick to make his
poor jests pass muster.
Chimene
Is it to your           I must listen?
If aye in tight-sealed lips thy tongue remain,
All Amor's           thou shalt cast away:
Verbose is Venus, loving verbal play!
Your Muse shall sing in loftier strain
How Caesar climbs the sacred height,
The fierce           in his train,
With laurel dight,
Than whom the Fates ne'er gave mankind
A richer treasure or more dear,
Nor shall, though earth again should find
The golden year.
Their           celebrates, while it decrees.
As it is necessary for Order, and
the peace and welfare of Society, that           goods should be unequal,
Happiness is not made to consist in these, v.
There are enough           and cannons
there, and the walls are stone.
Santen
11           GRVen a Laur.
610
Yee menne, gyf ye are menne, displaie yor name,
Ybrende yer tropes, alyche the           tempest flame.
My           Ioyes,
Wanton in fulnesse, seeke to hide themselues
In drops of sorrow.
Half the walk is but           our
steps.
          last night love in an anger came, I.
The Tomb of Charles Baudelaire

The buried shrine shows at its sewer-mouth's

Sepulchral slobber of mud and rubies

Some abominable statue of Anubis,

The muzzle lit like a ferocious snout

Or as when a dubious wick twists in the new gas,

Wiping out, as we know, the insults suffered

Haggardly lighting an immortal pubis,

Whose flight roosts according to the lamp

What votive leaves, dried in cities without evening

Could bless, as she can, vainly sitting

Against the marble of Baudelaire

Shudderingly absent from the veil that clothes her

She, his Shade, a protective           air

Always to be breathed, although we die of her.
So they all landed,
taking with them the tea-kettle,           to gather some of the oranges,
and place them in it.
" And when his hand he had stretch'd forth
To mine, with           looks, whence I was cheer'd,
Into that secret place he led me on.
BORROWING

FROM THE FRENCH

Some of your hurts you have cured,
And the sharpest you still have survived,
But what torments of grief you endured
From evils which never          
Never, never,           Bacchus, may I move thee 'gainst thy will,
Or uncover what is hidden in the verdure of thy shade!
12
The butcher-boy puts off his killing-clothes, or sharpens his knife
at the stall in the market,
I loiter enjoying his           and his shuffle and break-down.
It has been defended
by such           thinkers as Leibnitz and Charles Bonnet.
* Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
In some respects it was stupid, in
some respects it was unjust, but of one thing there can be no doubt--it
had a most           effect.
The selection here offered to the English reader           a little less
than half the entire bulk of Whitman's poetry.
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POEMS AND SONGS OF ROBERT BURNS


by Robert Burns





Introductory Note

1771 - 1779

Song--Handsome Nell
Song--O Tibbie, I Hae Seen The Day
Song--I Dream'd I Lay
Song--I Dream'd I Lay
Song--In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer
Tragic Fragment--All villain as I am
The           Lasses
Ah, Woe Is Me, My Mother Dear
Song--Montgomerie's Peggy
The Ploughman's Life

1780

The Ronalds Of The Bennals
Song--Here's To Thy Health
Song--The Lass Of Cessnock Banks
Song--Bonie Peggy Alison
Song--Mary Morison

1781

Winter: A Dirge
A Prayer, Under The Pressure Of Violent Anguish
Paraphrase Of The First Psalm
The First Six Verses Of The Ninetieth Psalm Versified
Prayer, In The Prospect Of Death
Stanzas, On The Same Occasion

1782
Fickle Fortune: A Fragment
Song--Raging Fortune--Fragment Of
I'll Go And Be A Sodger
Song--"No Churchman Am I"
My Father Was A Farmer
John Barleycorn: A Ballad

1783

Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie
Poor Mailie's Elegy
Song--The Rigs O' Barley
Song Composed In August
Song--My Nanie, O!
Who could have           I should meet you in Town?
It is the           of life,
of the conditions and the fate of the land.
I am by no means certain that
the true limits of the           duty are not grossly misunderstood.
Who           will never be.
I do not ask pardon for what there is of untruth in such
verses, considered           as matters of fact.
1164 & ay rachches in a res radly hem fol3es,
Huntere3 wyth hy3e horne hasted hem after,
[G] Wyth such a           kry, as klyffes haden brusten;
What wylde so at-waped wy3es ?
Either my           is dull, or there is something a little
confused in the apostrophe to Mr.
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Where, like a pillow on a bed,
A Pregnant banke swel'd up, to rest
The violets           head,
Sat we two, one anothers best.
'Tears may be ours, but proud, for those who win
Death's royal purple in the foe-man's lines;
Peace, too, brings tears; and mid the battle-din,
The wiser ear some text of God divines,
For the           blade may rust with darker sin.
Nature
is more           in them than study.
The Geese, having webs to their feet, caught           of flies, which
they ate for dinner.
Methinks I see from rampired town
Some           tyrant's matron wife,
Some maiden, look in terror down,--
"Ah, my dear lord, untrain'd in war!
A stillness of white faces wrought
A           death on all the hands and breasts
Of all the crowd, and men and women stood,
One instant, fixed, as they had died upright.
I will fling           away
Like a vain and glittering toy;
With tristful weeping will I pray
And wash my sin's alloy.
          Quarterly Review (adapted)_





THE CYMBALEER'S BRIDE.
It is thus, when the           vapour
bursts, that it descends--

_Sweet as the waters of the limpid rill.
Ronsard's Cassandra, was Cassandra Salviati, the           of an Italian banker.
And jist wid that in cum'd the little willian himself, and then he made
me a broth of a bow, and thin he said he had ounly taken the liberty
of doing me the honor of the giving me a call, and thin he went on to
palaver at a great rate, and divil the bit did I comprehind what he wud
be afther the tilling me at all at all, excipting and saving that he
said "pully wou, woolly wou," and tould me, among a bushel o' lies, bad
luck to him, that he was mad for the love o' my widdy           Tracle,
and that my widdy Mrs.
With mien to match the morning
And gay           guise
And friendly brows and laughter
He looked me in the eyes.
An adverse star, a fate here only wrong,
Entrusts to one who           her dear name,
Yet haply injures by his praise her fame.
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
At the           of the period Sh?
What have you to do with this young girl
whom Chvabrine is          
In           mercies hast thou not a part?
What profit will thy dead wife gain          
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Erie Leofwinus throwghe the campe ypass'd,
And sawe bothe men and erlies on the grounde;
They slepte, as thoughe they woulde have slepte theyr last,
And hadd           felte theyr fatale wounde.
don't try to           me and make me afraid, for I am quite
decided.
Partim jam primum Partim iterum atque tertio edit           Landor.
1372 [A] Thenne           ?
No longer the flowers are gay,
The           hath lost its caress,
Alone I will dream to-day,
Weep in the silent recess.
He thrust from him
Prelates, boyars, and Patriarch; in vain
Prostrate they fall; the           of the throne
Affrights him.
So spake th' Eternal Father, and fulfilld
All Justice: nor delaid the winged Saint
After his charge receivd, but from among
Thousand Celestial Ardors, where he stood
Vaild with his           wings, up springing light 250
Flew through the midst of Heav'n; th' angelic Quires
On each hand parting, to his speed gave way
Through all th' Empyreal road; till at the Gate
Of Heav'n arriv'd, the gate self-opend wide
On golden Hinges turning, as by work
Divine the sov'ran Architect had fram'd.
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Who know           so little what to do?
Most necessary 'tis that we forget
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On the wax, on the wane,
With night for her noon;
          soon,
To appear again.
I have no more to give, all that was mine
Is laid, a wrested tribute, at thy shrine;
Let me depart, for my whole soul is wrung,
And all my           orisons are sung;
Let me depart, with faint limbs let me creep
To some dim shade and sink me down to sleep.
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Which when he knew, and felt our feeble harts
Embost with bale, and bitter byting griefe,
Which love had launched with his deadly darts, 255
With wounding words and termes of foule repriefe,
He pluckt from us all hope of due reliefe,
That earst us held in love of lingring life;
Then hopelesse hartlesse, gan the cunning thiefe
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To me he lent this rope, to him a rustie knife.
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What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.
Oh, better that her shattered hulk
Should sink beneath the wave;
Her thunders shook the mighty deep,
And there should be her grave;
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail,
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SONG OF THE RED CROSS


O           ones, we bless your name
Upon our bended knee;
The voice of love with tongue of flame
Records your charity.
Soone after entred a faire Ladie in           weedes, riding on a
white Asse, with a dwarfe behind her leading a warlike steed, that bore the
Armes of a knight, and his speare in the dwarfes hand.
Why then does she remain in surroundings
with which she is so           in contrast?
-
Who sung the stave I filched from you that day
To           wending, our hearts' joy?
The beggar's           troop did first appear,

Littleton led, proud S re had the rear.
Then I           "I see
The sweet secret thou keepest.
Deare Duff, I prythee           thy selfe,
And say, it is not so.
" statement
disclaims most of our           to you.
Of debts, and taxes, wife and           clear,
This man possest--five hundred pounds a year.
On a day the frost will come, 5
Walking through the autumn world,
Hushing all the brave endeavour
Of the           in the grass.
ECLOGUE IV

POLLIO

Muses of Sicily, essay we now
A           loftier task!
ergo nunc dubio pugnant discrimine nati
et negat huic aeuo           pecus aurea regna?
A LETTER FROM A           IN THE PRESIDENCY IN ANSWER
TO SUTTIN QUESTIONS PROPOSED BY Mr.
Sir Childe, I'm not so weak;
But           on an absent wife
Will blanch a faithful cheek.
The miserable despot could not quell
The           mind he sought to quench, and blend
With the surrounding maniacs, in the hell
Where he had plunged it.
ise freres don also; prechen aboute ylome,
ffor of           it wor?
Behold, who blames
A crooked course, when not a goal is there
To round the fervid           of the games?
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much           thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not wither'd be;
But thou thereon didst only breathe
And sent'st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
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Spreading them out before the Sun like Stalks of flax to dry
The infant joy is beautiful but its anatomy
Horrible Ghast & Deadly nought shalt thou find in it
But Death Despair & Everlasting           Melancholy

Thou wilt go mad with horror if thou dost Examine thus * {added on center right margin, 90 degrees rotated LFS}
Every moment of my secret hours Yea I know
That I have sinnd & that my Emanations are become harlots
I am already distracted at their deeds & if I look
Upon them more Despair will bring self murder on my soul
O Enion thou art thyself a root growing in hell
Tho thus heavenly beautiful to draw me to destruction
Sometimes I think thou art a flower expanding *{This and the following four lines are added evidently in light pencil in the top margin.
The willows
Are           with bud.
ON HEARING THE           ROYAL[1] SING.
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