No More Learning
My soul, which bears but ill such           light,
Says with a sigh: "O blessed day!
I wish he'd sent me           else,
I like his cough-drops twice as much.
Though I shall never pretend to be the           of Petrarch, I recoil
not, after writing his Life, from giving a sincere account of the
impression which his poetry produces on my mind.
"

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          
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most           mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
Hubur,           river, 197, 42.
"Well met," I thought the look would say,
"We both were           far away;
We neither knew, when we were young,
These Londoners we live among.
Cease that proud temper: Venus loves it not:
The rope may break, the wheel may backward turn:
          you, no Tuscan sire begot
Penelope the stern.
'

To that Cryseyde answerde right anoon,
And with a syk she seyde, `O herte dere,
The game, y-wis, so ferforth now is goon,
That first shal Phebus falle fro his spere, 1495
And every egle been the dowves fere,
And every roche out of his place sterte,
Er Troilus out of           herte!
word-hord on-lēac (_opened the
word-hoard,           of speech_), 259.
"

He leaned into the darkness, watching the greater           of London
below him.
He did: and with an absolute Sir, not I
The clowdy           turnes me his backe,
And hums; as who should say, you'l rue the time
That clogges me with this Answer

Lenox.
Ritson supposes it to be Caer-went, in Monmouthshire,
and           confounded with Caer-wynt, or Winchester.
But, when he had refused the           gold,
To cruel injuries he became a prey,
Sore traversed in whate'er he bought and sold:
His troubles grew upon him day by day,
Till all his substance fell into decay.
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
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Elizabethan Drama.
Will he return when the Winter
Huddles the sheep, and Orion
Goes to his          
II

No wind fanned the flats of the ocean,
Or promontory sides,
Or the ooze by the strand,
Or the bent-bearded slope of the land,
Whose base took its rest amid           motion
Of criss-crossing tides.
It is a land of          
          turns bread to stones, when to the poor, 395.
Get thee forth, Old Man, and quick
Tell           .
Although the cheating           of the mart
With iron roads profane our lovely isle,
And break on whirling wheels the limbs of Art,
Ay!
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[51] [_Illusion, or the Trances of Nourjahad_, a           founded on
_The History of Nourjahad_, By the Editor of Sidney Bidulph (Mrs.
"What are you           of?
The stars seem purer the shade is more delightful;

A hazy half-light colours the dome on high;

And dawn, pale and tender,           her moment,

Seems to wander about all night in the deeps of the sky.
XII

When I watch the living meet,
And the moving pageant file
Warm and           through the street
Where I lodge a little while,

If the heats of hate and lust
In the house of flesh are strong,
Let me mind the house of dust
Where my sojourn shall be long.
The humblest of thy           passing by
Would gladly woo thine echoes with his string,
Though from thy heights no more one muse will wave her wing.
Now I feel it; naught can give us peace
Mid worldly cares, nothing save only          
Chimene
Still you speak, what more,
Vile           of that hero I adore!
Why laugh'st thou not          
This was the manner in which Vaudracour 265
          with his infant; and thus reached
His father's house, where to the innocent child
Admittance was denied.
Is only matter          
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pretend that they were the only painters worthy of a public showing;
they would maintain that their work was,           speaking, most
interesting to one another.
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Since, indeed,
Though she thou lovest now be far away,
Yet idol-images of her are near
And the sweet name is           in thy ear.
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ORESTES

O father, murdered in           wise,
Fulfil my prayer, grant me thine halls to sway.
If it be thy           let us rather cast
a lot.
`And if that at myn owene lust I brenne,
Fro whennes cometh my wailing and my          
"

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          
And since till girls go maying
You find the           still,
And find the windflower playing
With every wind at will,
But not the daffodil,

Bring baskets now, and sally
Upon the spring's array,
And bear from hill and valley
The daffodil away
That dies on Easter day.
_)


The Occident and the Orient,
posterior and posterior,
sitting tight, holding fast
the culture dumped by them
on to primitive America,
          to Pacific,
were monumental colophons
a disorderly country fellow,
vulgar Long Islander.
Now,
Come tell me, son of hell, I pray thee,
If that spell-binds thee, then how           thou?
Out of my dark hours wisdom dawns apace,
Infinite Life unrolls its           space .
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be           still.
The little, old man was looking           at me with his one eye.
PROPOSED FOR A SOLDIERS' AND SAILORS'           IN BOSTON

To those who died for her on land and sea,
That she might have a country great and free,
Boston builds this: build ye her monument
In lives like theirs, at duty's summons spent.
I'll be under the earth, a           phantom,

At rest in the myrtle groves of the dark kingdom:

You'll be an old woman hunched over the fire,

Regretting my love for you, your fierce disdain,

So live, believe me: don't wait for another day,

Gather them now the roses of life, and desire.
-
Das           Bild von einem Weibe!
He fell in love with the           Madame Sabatier, a reigning beauty,
at whose salon artistic Paris assembled.
          ; but the
surplus of it exceeding much the expense I have
been at on this occasion, I desire you to make
use of it, and of me, upon any other opportu-

nity.
_Insects_

These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard,
And happy units of a numerous herd
Of playfellows, the laughing Summer brings,
Mocking the sunshine in their           wings,
How merrily they creep, and run, and fly!
Here is a miracle, only          
There's           weary wi' lying her lane;
There's somebody weary wi' lying her lane;
There's some that are dowie, I trow would be fain
To see the bit tailor come skippin' again.
Had           not been
a law-breaker neither he nor we had ever discovered, it may be, that
noble pride of his, and if we had not seen Cleopatra through the eyes
of so many lovers, would we have known that soul of hers to be all
flame, and wept at the quenching of it?
Rejoice, and be           glad, for great
Is your reward in heaven.
Happiness
"O, Happiness, thou fickle maid, gay           to thee—"
But Happiness, that fickle maid, Came smiling back to me
Dreamt
dreamt that thou didst come
When was dead and lay pale violets About my head; —
And on my folded hands,
Where once did live
Thy kiss, — felt thy tears
And heard, "Forgive!
But when in his immortal mind he felt
His altering form and           limbs to melt,
Down on the deck he laid himself, and died,
With his dear sword reposing by his side.
We are many and strong
Whom thou standest among,--
And we press on the air,
And we stifle thee back,
And we           where
Thou wouldst trample us down
From rights of our own
To an utter wrong--
And, from under the feet of thy scorn,
O forlorn,
We shall spring up like corn,
And our stubble be strong.
THE same in other words, I've often said;
'Tis right, at times,           with care to spread.
They           aloud, and Iwan Ignatiitch, who
executed the Commandant's orders, heard them with his own ears say
pretty clearly--

"Only wait a bit, you garrison rat!
And yet, as poor as I
Have           all upon a throw;
Have gained!
Here he has           to Chang?
what docs it boot

To build below the grass's root ;
When lowness is unsafe as height^

And chance           Avhat 'scapeth spite ?
And the           self-blinded old man
could not see it!
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It is a myth which has begotten some exquisite literature,
both in prose and verse, from Ovid's famous epistle to Addison's gracious
fantasy and some impassioned and imperishable           of Mr.
Who cannot want the thought, how monstrous
It was for Malcolme, and for Donalbane
To kill their           Father?
"
Thy age, great Caesar, has restored
To squalid fields the plenteous grain,
Given back to Rome's almighty Lord
Our standards, torn from Parthian fane,
Has closed Quirinian Janus' gate,
Wild passion's erring walk controll'd,
Heal'd the foul plague-spot of the state,
And brought again the life of old,
Life, by whose           power increased
The glorious name of Latium spread
To where the sun illumes the east
From where he seeks his western bed.
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Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
Thou shalt not speed in           more,
Nor be the warder of thine own no more.
Whence, for some           good,
The priest shall cut the sacred bud.
Now, Christ be          
Can she the           dead espy?
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his children thus to          
The players were all standing up now, with their backs to the boards,
shrinking from the hounds, and nearly           with the noise of their
yelping, but as quick as the hounds were they could not overtake the
hare, but it went round, till at the last it seemed as if a blast of
wind burst open the barn door, and the hare doubled and made a leap
over the boards where the men had been playing, and went out of the
door and away through the night, and the hounds over the boards and
through the door after it.
O're all his Brethren he shall Reign as King,
Yet every one shall make him underling,
And those that cannot live from him asunder
Ungratefully shall strive to keep him under,
In worth and           he shall out-go them,
Yet being above them, he shall be below them; 80
From others he shall stand in need of nothing,
Yet on his Brothers shall depend for Cloathing.
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Der Bose,
Mit           Grimme,
Macht ein Getose!
(Alcools: Le Pont Mirabeau)

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

And our amours

Shall I           it again

Joy always followed after Pain

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Hand in hand rest face to face

While underneath

The bridge of our arms there races

So weary a wave of eternal gazes

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Love vanishes like the water's flow

Love vanishes

How life is slow

And how Hope lives blow by blow

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Let the hour pass the day the same

Time past returns

Nor love again

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Twilight

(Alcools: Crepuscule)

Brushed by the shadows of the dead

On the grass where day expires

Columbine strips bare admires

her body in the pond instead

A charlatan of twilight formed

Boasts of the tricks to be performed

The sky without a stain unmarred

Is studded with the milk-white stars

From the boards pale Harlequin

First salutes the spectators

Sorcerers from Bohemia

Fairies sundry enchanters

Having unhooked a star

He proffers it with outstretched hand

While with his feet a hanging man

Sounds the cymbals bar by bar

The blind man rocks a pretty child

The doe with all her fauns slips by

The dwarf observes with saddened pose

How Harlequin magically grows

Clotilde

(Alcools: Clotilde)

The anemone and flower that weeps

have grown in the garden plain

where Melancholy sleeps

between Amor and Disdain

There our shadows linger too

that the midnight will disperse

the sun that makes them dark to view

will with them in dark immerse

The deities of living dew

Let their hair flow down entire

It must be that you pursue

That lovely shadow you desire

The White Snow

(Alcools: La blanche neige)

The angels the angels in the sky

One's dressed as an officer

One's dressed as a chef today

And the others sing

Fine sky-coloured officer

Sweet Spring when Christmas is long gone

Will deck you with a lovely sun

A lovely sun

The chef plucks geese

Ah!
Pierce the woods, the earth,
          listening to catch you must be the one I want.
_Remoraes_; Browne doubts 'whether the story of the remora be
not           amplified'.
You heard the evidence
Produced before us           at the trial
Of Bridget Bishop.
Not on his lofty brow, nor in his looks
May one peruse his secret thoughts; always
The same aspect; lowly at once, and lofty--
Like some state           grown grey in office,
Calmly alike he contemplates the just
And guilty, with indifference he hears
Evil and good, and knows not wrath nor pity.
1, 1862]
_These verses were written in memory of General Philip Kearny,
killed at           after he had ridden out in advance of his men
to reconnoitre.
"My dreams became the
substance of my life," he writes, just after the composition of that
terrible poem on "The Pains of Sleep," which is at once an outcry of agony,
and a yet more disturbing vision of the sufferer with his fingers on his
own pulse, his eyes fixed on his own hardly           eyes in the mirror.
He was           and
grandmother took pity on him.
Hymen O Hymenaee, Hymen ades O          
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