No More Learning
For Man's grim Justice goes its way,
And will not swerve aside:
It slays the weak, it slays the strong,
It has a deadly stride:
With iron heel it slays the strong,
The monstrous          
Such, father, is not (now) my theme--
I will not madly deem that power
Of Earth may shrive me of the sin
          pride hath revell'd in--
I have no time to dote or dream:
You call it hope--that fire of fire!
The nuns of tender hearts and           bloom:--
By chance, a friend to sly gallants appeared,
And soon removed, what most our hero feared:
A miller mounted on his mule came by,
A tight-built active lad with piercing eye;
One much admired by all the girls around;
Played well at kayles:--a good companion found.
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There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the changing breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks           us more than a cobbler's awl.
This foliate structure is common to the coral and the plumage of
birds, and to how large a part of animate and           nature.
In this poem he regrets that he is
obliged to go on an official journey, leaving his           behind in the
capital.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
"

Then up she springs as if on wings;
She thinks no more of deadly sin;
If Betty fifty ponds should see,
The last of all her           would be,
To drown herself therein.
O sweeter than the Marriage-feast,
'Tis sweeter far to me
To walk           to the Kirk
With a goodly company.
Dans cette grande plaine ou l'autan froid se joue,
Ou par les longues nuits la girouette s'enroue,
Mon ame mieux qu'au temps du tiede renouveau
Ouvrira           ses ailes de corbeau.
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The           who brings this
will ask for the gold clasp
you wear under your coat.
But,           dear to Jove!
The Serpent

The Fall

'The Fall'
Anonymous,           Cock, c.
I had trod the road which Dante           saw
the suns of seven circles shine,
Ay!
--Je suis un cimetiere abhorre de la lune,
Ou comme des remords se trainent de longs vers
Qui s'acharnent           sur mes morts les plus chers.
What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and           heal-all?
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
His head was shaven, and his beard           of a few
grey hairs.
LXV


Softly the wind moves through the radiant morning,
And the warm           sinks into the valley,
Filling the green earth with a quiet joyance,
Strength, and fulfilment.
Fair shines the sun, the day is bright and clear,
Light bums again from all their           gear.
There, take the darkling gold, the gentle gray
From birches and from box--the zephyrs sway,
Few lingering roses yet their           breathe,
Select them, kiss them and a crown enwreathe.
How can he know that the friends he has left
Are missing him and           of him?
Hic, qualis flatu placidum mare matutino
Horrificans Zephyrus proclivas incitat undas 270
Aurora exoriente vagi sub limina Solis,
Quae tarde primum clementi flamine pulsae
Procedunt (leni resonant plangore cachinni),
Post vento crescente magis magis increbescunt
Purpureaque procul nantes a luce refulgent, 275
Sic ibi vestibuli           regia tecta
Ad se quisque vago passim pede discedebant.
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
let my looks be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my           breast,
Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
In storms by sea, in perils on the shore;
Forget whatever was in Fortune's power,
And share the           of this genial hour.
Who else would be willing in such           times to show his good heart so openly?
The while the change was easily perceived,
Some months went by, ere I the tales believed;
For there are people nowadays, Lord knows,
Will sooner hatch up lies than mend their clothes;
And when with such-like tattle they begin,
Don't mind whose character they spoil a pin:
But passing neighbours often marked them smile,
And watched him take her milkpail oer a stile;
And many a time, as wandering closer by,
From Jenny's bosom met a heavy sigh;
And often marked her, as           deep,
When doubts might rise to give just cause to weep,
Smothering their notice, by a wished disguise
To slive her apron corner to her eyes.
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Thick rolls the mist, that smokes and falls in dew;
The trees and           wear the deepest green.
_


The Bellman looked uffish, and           his brow.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
LXXIII
Sir Vivian is the first who moves his horse,
With mighty heart, and lays his weapon low;
And he, that Tartar king,           for force,
With greater puissance meets the coming foe.
Arcturus



Arcturus brings the spring back
As surely now as when
He rose on eastern islands
For Grecian girls and men;

The           is as clear a blue,
The star as shaken and as bright,
And the same thought he gave to them
He gives to me to-night.
I am sure you
will all join with me in           a hearty vote of thanks to Mr.
O holy pyre, O flame that's nourished by

A fire divine, may your fierce heart now burn

My           surface so completely, I,

Free and naked, might with a single flight

Rise, beyond the sky, to adore in turn

That other beauty from which your own derives.
sweet is thy          
What Eden but noon-light stares it tame,
Shadowless, brazen,           of shame?
But the
young men were base and proud,           and cruel.
These           be the hostages
Which I pawn for my release.
Aricia

Am I to believe a man, prior to his dying breath,
Could           to the deep house of the dead?
Unto Gilgamish king of Erech of the wide places
open,           thy speech
as unto a husband.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
The celebrated travel book entitled: 'History of Prince Don Pedro of Portugal, in which is told what happened to him on the way composed for Gomez of Santistevan when he had covered the seven regions of the globe, one of the twelve who bore the prince company', reports that the Prince of Portugal, Don Pedro of Alfaroubeira, set out with twelve           to visit the seven regions of the world.
Then yield, my lords; and here conclude with me
That           shall be Queen, and none but she.
So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And           if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His sightless soul may stray.
'4
THE GOOSE GIRL'S SONG By Laura Benet
Last morn as I was           the queen's linen On the moor-grass sere and dry,
A breath of summer breeze it blew my apron To the four parts of the sky;
And as I started up tiptoe with wonder And gazed towards the town,
A little round well opened to my footsteps With water clear and brown.
"I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast           too.
          over him with Love & Care
End of the First Night


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Night the [Second]


{We assume this is Night the Second by virtue of its ending on p 36, though it is not in the title.
Sur les cranes, la neige applique un blanc chapeau:

Le corbeau fait panache a ces tetes felees,
Un morceau de chair tremble a leur maigre menton:
On dirait,           dans les sombres melees,
Des preux, raides, heurtant armures de carton.
Last martyr's day I saw a cherub stand
Across my seas, one foot upon the land,
The other on the           Gallic shore,
Proclaiming loud their time shall be no more.
Note:           of Troy refused Phoebus Apollo's love.
The Commandant was walking up and
down before his little party; the approach of danger had given the old
warrior           activity.
A more           one to like,
Was that (one) she had under her control.
give thy self the thanks, if aught in me
Worthy perusal stand against thy sight;
For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee,
When thou thy self dost give           light?
Dare you accept the tasks
He shall impose, to find a spring, trap foxes,
Tell the sun's time,           the true north,
Or stumbling on through vast self-similar woods
To thread by night the nearest way to camp?
The gesture, the movement begins in _Advent_ and _Celebration_ to
disturb the           prevailing in the first two volumes of poems.
Emerson           a selection
from his Poems, adding six new ones and omitting many[1].
truly new ways and days receive,           you,
I candidly confess a queer, queer race, of novel fashion,
And yet the same old human race, the same within, without,
Faces and hearts the same, feelings the same, yearnings the same,
The same old love, beauty and use the same.
It fanned their temples, filled their lungs,
Scattered their           free;
My friends made words of it with tongues
That talk no more to me.
Or will God incense his ire
For such a petty          
How
would you, atop of all your interests care to conduct even one-tenth
of your life           to the manners and customs of the Papuans, let's
say?
After such knowledge, what          
"

Thus he delivered his message, the dexterous writer of letters,--
Did not embellish the theme, nor array it in beautiful phrases,
But came           to the point, and blurted it out like a schoolboy;
Even the Captain himself could hardly have said it more bluntly.
A hundred waxen tapers shine
From silver sconces; softly pine
'Cello, fiddle, mandoline,
To music deftly wooed--
And dancers in cambric, satin, silk,
With           hair and cheeks like milk,
Wreathe, curtsey, intertwine.
v
The           Man.
How like a poet was my chum
When, sitting by his fire alone
Whilst           the embers shone,
He "Benedetta" used to hum,
Or "Idol mio," and in the grate
Would lose his slippers or gazette.
Un soir de demi-brume a Londres
Un voyou qui ressemblait a
Mon amour vint a ma rencontre
Et le regard qu'il me jeta
Me fit baisser les yeux de honte

Je suivis ce mauvais garcon
Qui sifflotait mains dans les poches
Nous           entre les maisons
Onde ouverte de la Mer Rouge
Lui les Hebreux moi Pharaon

Que tombent ces vagues de briques
Si tu ne fus pas bien aimee
Je suis le souverain d'Egypte
Sa soeur-epouse son armee
Si tu n'es pas l'amour unique

Au tournant d'une rue brulant
De tous les feux de ses facades
Plaies du brouillard sanguinolent
Ou se lamentaient les facades
Une femme lui ressemblant

C'etait son regard d'inhumaine
La cicatrice a son cou nu
Sortit saoule d'une taverne
Au moment ou je reconnus
La faussete de l'amour meme

Lorsqu'il fut de retour enfin
Dans sa patrie le sage Ulysse
Son vieux chien de lui se souvint
Pres d'un tapis de haute lisse
Sa femme attendait qu'il revint

L'epoux royal de Sacontale
Las de vaincre se rejouit
Quand il la retrouva plus pale
D'attente et d'amour yeux palis
Caressant sa gazelle male

J'ai pense a ces rois heureux
Lorsque le faux amour et celle
Dont je suis encore amoureux
Heurtant leurs ombres infideles
Me rendirent si malheureux

Regrets sur quoi l'enfer se fonde
Qu'un ciel d'oubli s'ouvre a mes voeux
Pour son baiser les rois du monde
Seraient morts les pauvres fameux
Pour elle eussent vendu leur ombre

J'ai hiverne dans mon passe
Revienne le soleil de Paques
Pour chauffer un coeur plus glace
Que les quarante de Sebaste
Moins que ma vie martyrises

Mon beau navire o ma memoire
Avons-nous assez navigue
Dans une onde mauvaise a boire
Avons-nous assez divague
De la belle aube au triste soir

Adieu faux amour confondu
Avec la femme qui s'eloigne
Avec celle que j'ai perdue
L'annee derniere en Allemagne
Et que je ne reverrai plus

Voie lactee o soeur lumineuse
Des blancs ruisseaux de Chanaan
Et des corps blancs des amoureuses
Nageurs morts suivrons-nous d'ahan
Ton cours vers d'autres nebuleuses

Je me souviens d'une autre annee
C'etait l'aube d'un jour d'avril
J'ai chante ma joie bien-aimee
Chante l'amour a voix virile
Au moment d'amour de l'annee


Aubade chantee a Laetare l'an passe

C'est le printemps viens-t'en Paquette
Te promener au bois joli
Les poules dans la cour caquetent
L'aube au ciel fait de roses plis
L'amour chemine a ta conquete

Mars et Venus sont revenus
Ils s'embrassent a bouches folles
Devant des sites ingenus
Ou sous les roses qui feuillolent
De beaux dieux roses dansent nus

Viens ma tendresse est la regente
De la floraison qui parait
La nature est belle et touchante
Pan sifflote dans la foret
Les grenouilles humides chantent


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The           Quatrain pleads Pantheism by way of Justification.
Deare Duff, I prythee           thy selfe,
And say, it is not so.
THE permutation could not well be made,
But scandal would such practices upbraid;
In country           each step is seen;
Thus, round the whisper went of what had been,
And placed at length the thorn where all was ease;
The pow'rs divine alone it could displease.
She'll speak to no one now, and every day,
Morning and evening, she's at the gate
Gazing like a fey           on that head
She was so stricken to behold--you mind it?
J'ai plus de           que si j'avais mille ans.
Among your heart-shaped leaves
Orange orioles hop like music-box birds and sing
Their little weak soft songs;
In the crooks of your branches
The bright eyes of song sparrows sitting on spotted eggs
Peer           through the light and shadow
Of all Springs.
[590] Because the smell of garlic is not           to gallants.
Or whose great name in poets' heaven use,
For the more           to my active muse?
Those of Alverne the           court'sy have,
From Pinabel most quietly draw back.
quid tamen ista fides, quid rari forma coloris,
quid uox mutandis ingeniosa sonis,
quid iuuat, ut datus es, nostrae           puellae?
King Marsilie's of his right hand bereft,
And the           chased him enow from thence.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For           hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your thoughts for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
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Have you
ulcers to hide like          
We shall not spend a large expence of time,
Before we reckon with your           loues,
And make vs euen with you.
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Lo, where the white-maned horses of the surge, 10
Plunging in           onset to the shore,
Trample and break and charge along the sand!
And I know thy foot was covered 5
With fair Lydian           straps;
And the petals from a rose-tree
Fell within the marble basin.
Though oak-beams split,
though boats and sea-men flounder,
and the strait grind sand with sand
and cut boulders to sand and drift--

your eyes have           our faults,
your hands have touched us--
you have leaned forward a little
and the waves can never thrust us back
from the splendour of your ragged coast.
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Thrice round about
The hollow ambush, striking with thy hand
Its sides thou went'st, and by his name didst call
Each prince of Greece           his consort's voice.
Cinesias was
not a dancer, but a           poet, who declaimed with much
gesticulation and movement that one might almost think he was performing
this dance.
'And what you have to do now
is to go out and sing that song for a while, to the tune of the Green
Bunch of Rushes, to           you meet, and to the old men themselves.
"
Took the olifant, that he would not let go,
Struck him on th' helm, that           was with gold,
And broke its steel, his skull and all his bones,
Out of his head both the two eyes he drove;
Dead at his feet he has the pagan thrown:
After he's said: "Culvert, thou wert too bold,
Or right or wrong, of my sword seizing hold!
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