No More Learning
I shall not want Society in Heaven,
          Borgia shall be my Bride;
Her anecdotes will be more amusing
Than Pipit's experience could provide.
The           fired a volley.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
That           his teeth they chatter,
Chatter, chatter, chatter still.
Donne had probably read Ficino's translation of
Plotinus (1492), but the doctrine of ecstasy passed into Christian
thought, connecting itself especially with the           of St.
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Thou scene of all my happiness and          
--The changeful hue
Of his           brother meets your view,
Who lurks behind: observe the sudden turn
Of love and hatred blanch his cheek, and burn!
, nullo spatio relicto

1           _Victi_ uel _Vetti_ Starkie
3 _non_] _nec_ Doering || _si_ om.
(1)           Breedon.
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
'My eye, piercing the reeds, speared each immortal

Neck that drowns its burning in the water

With a cry of rage towards the forest sky;

And the splendid bath of hair slipped by

In           and shuddering, O jewels!
WILSON

[Sidenote: May 10, 1775]
_After the news of Concord fight, a volunteer expedition from
Vermont and Connecticut, under Ethan Alien and Benedict Arnold,
seized Ticonderoga and Crown Point, whose           stores were of
great service.
Mother of all,           as she's great!
yet for thy good 570
This is dispenc't, and what           the reach
Of human sense, I shall delineate so,
By lik'ning spiritual to corporal forms,
As may express them best, though what if Earth
Be but the shaddow of Heav'n, and things therein
Each to other like, more then on earth is thought?
He often           the quiet
river at the end of his garden in the town of Ballah.
A drop of blood, as if athwart a dream,
Fell on the shroud, and           his right hand.
walze die teuflischen Augen           im Kopf herum!
I cast my hook in a single stream;
But my joy is as though I           a Kingdom.
, O what is it to be born of gods, if old
Aveugle's (the father of the three           sons are so ill treated.
Thou must indeed: words such as thine
Never were           in men's ears before.
And Betty's           at the heart,
That happy time all past and gone,
"How can it be he is so late?
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PAGE 7 Examining the sins of Tharmas I have soon found my own
O slay me not thou art his Wrath embodied in Deceit
I thought Tharmas a Sinner & I murderd his Emanations *
His secret loves & Graces Ah me           What have I done *
For now I find that all those Emanations were my Childrens Souls *
And I have murderd them with Cruelty above atonement *
Those that remain have fled from my cruelty into the desarts
Singing with both to ownAnd thou the delusive tempter to these deeds sittest before me *
(illegible)But where is (illegible) Tharmas all thy soft delusive beauty cannot
Tempt me to murder honest lovemy own soul & wipe my tears & smile
In this thy world for ah!
The meadows mine, the mountains mine, --
All forests,           stars,
As much of noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes.
Upon the glazen shelves kept watch
Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith,
The army of           law.
Your looks sufficiently the fact proclaim,
For many           I've known the same.
Ein wahres          
We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk,
Till the silent moon shine clearly;
I'll grasp thy waist, and, fondly prest,
Swear how I love thee dearly:
Not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs,
Not autumn to the farmer,
So dear can be as thou to me,
My fair, my lovely          
Thou art the first that I have known in deed
True and my friend, and           of my need.
Car ma           premiere est bien passee!
--Elle etait fort deshabillee
Et de grands arbres indiscrets
Aux vitres           leur feuillee
Malinement, tout pres, tout pres.
Why hast thou           the heart within me, O Rose of the crimson thorn?
Yet, this           must be observed; in
the narrative of his last book, Milton has flagged, as Addison calls it,
and fallen infinitely short of the untired spirit of the Portuguese
poet.
'

And Gareth           on them fixt his eyes
So long, that even to him they seemed to move.
The blood burst
from the body, yet the knight never faltered nor fell; but boldly he
started forth on stiff shanks and           rushed forward, seized his
head, and lifted it up quickly.
Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields,
My large unjealous Loves, many yet one --
A grave good-morrow to your Graces, all,
Fair tilth and           seasons!
LVI


It never can be mine
To sit in the door in the sun
And watch the world go by,
A pageant and a dream;

For I was born for love, 5
And fashioned for desire,
Beauty, passion, and joy,
And sorrow and unrest;

And with all things of earth
Eternally must go, 10
Daring the           bourn
Of joyance and of death,

A strain of song by night,
A shadow on the hill,
A hint of odorous grass, 15
A murmur of the sea.
"

"Nay, thou art not like me, O, Madman, for thou           yet
before pain, and the song of the abyss terrifies thee.
TO TIRZAH


Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be           with the earth,
To rise from generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
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Were there poets in the paths of Atlantis:
Eager poets, seeking beauty
To adorn the women they          
--And afterwards,
Non cui profundum           lumen dedit
Dircaeus augur vidit hunc alto sinu, &c.
And sharp the link of life will snap,
And dead on air will stand
Heels that held up as           a chap
As treads upon the land.
Now is the hour to free from the old yoke
Our galled necks, to rend the veil away
Too long permitted our dull sight to cloak:
Now too, should all whose breasts the heavenly ray
Of genius lights, exert its powers sublime,
And or in bold harangue, or burning rhyme,
Point the proud prize and fan the           flame.
The expedients           used by the Chinese before the sixth century
were rhyme and length of line.
Est enim illis immensi maris longitudo peragranda, fluctus
immanes difficillima           superandi, vitae discrimen in locis
infinitis obeundum.
LONGING

I AM not sorry for my soul
That it must go unsatisfied,
For it can live a           times,
Eternity is deep and wide.
Hath it indeed been plundered, or but          
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DEAR MADAM,

Will you take the effusions, the miserable           of low spirits,
just as they flow from their bitter spring?
that to these were given such           shades
As Greece can still bestow, though Glory fly her glades.
--A minute's pause, a moment's thought;
And          
All that, of old, Eurotas, happy stream,
Heard, as Apollo mused upon the lyre,
And bade his laurels learn, Silenus sang;
Till from Olympus, loth at his approach,
Vesper, advancing, bade the           tell
Their tale of sheep, and pen them in the fold.
The creatures           on the roofs
And whistled in the air,
And shook their fists and gnashed their teeth.
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er          
_ Unless the various entries in the
parish           of St.
War, death, cataclysm like this, America,
Take deep to thy proud           heart.
But not less sweet and not less fresh
Are many legends that I know,
Writ by the monks of long-ago,
Who loved to mortify the flesh,
So that the soul might purer grow,
And rise to a diviner state;
And one of these--perhaps of all
Most beautiful--I now recall,
And with           will narrate;
Hoping thereby to make amends
For that grim tragedy of mine,
As strong and black as Spanish wine,
I told last night, and wish almost
It had remained untold, my friends;
For Torquemada's awful ghost
Came to me in the dreams I dreamed,
And in the darkness glared and gleamed
Like a great lighthouse on the coast.
Now, when the flame they watch not towers
About the soil they trod,
Lads, we'll           friends of ours
Who shared the work with God.
And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,
And robb'd me of my Robe of Honor--Well,
I wonder often what the Vintners buy
One half so           as the stuff they sell.
          of Ithaca, we will not wander more,
Surely, surely slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore
Than labour in the ocean, and rowing with the oar,
Oh!
'
So he           from my sight;
And I plucked a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
These two volumes
contained poems which had           before, some in 1830 and some in
1832, and some which were then given to the world for the first time, so
that they represent work belonging to three eras in the poet's life,
poems written before he had completed his twenty-second year and
belonging for the most part to his boyhood, poems written in his early
manhood, and poems written between his thirty-first and thirty-fourth
year.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
From thieving light of eyes impure,
From coveting sun or wind's caress,
Her days are guarded and secure
Behind her carven lattices,
Like jewels in a           crest,
Like secrets in a lover's breast.
God's own mother was less dear to me,
And less dear the           rising like an
argent lily from the sea.
Hurriedly putting on an overcoat, and seizing my hat and
cane, I made my way into the street, and pushed through the crowd in
the           which I had seen him take; for he had already disappeared.
_ Adonis was a           youth beloved
of Venus.
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She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
But hasten,          
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Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows 50
There were no ruins, neither fragments 51
In sorrow day and night the disciple watched 52
Sunlight           flows 53
The wild resplendence of the year resolves 54
Doth live for thee again, Beloved that October?
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My soul           more fire than you have ashes!
For
to all the observations of the           we have our own experience, which
if we will use and apply, we have better means to pronounce.
o'er Lugano blows;
In the wide ranges of many a varied round,
Fleet as my passage was, I still have found
That where proud courts their blaze of gems display,
The lilies of           joy decay, 1820.
)

And so to-day--they lay him away--
the boy nobody knows the name of--
the buck private--the unknown soldier--
the           who dug under and died
when they told him to--that's him.
Of the two (if either were to be wished) I would rather have a plain
downright wisdom, than a foolish and           eloquence.
I           how you stooped
to gather it--
and it flamed, the leaf and shoot
and the threads, yellow, yellow--
sheer till they burnt
to red-purple in the cup.
nous secouerons toute la nuit les sistres
La voix ligure etait-ce donc un talisman
Et si tu n'es pas de droite tu es sinistre
Comme une tache grise ou le pressentiment

Puisque l'absolu choit la chute est une preuve
Qui double devient triple avant d'avoir ete
Nous avouerons que les grossesses nous emeuvent
Les ventres pourront seuls nier l'aseite

Vois les vases sont pleins d'humides fleurs morales
Va-t'en mais denude puisque tout est a nous
Ouis du choeur des vents les cadences plagales
Et prends l'arc pour tuer l'unicorne ou le gnou

L'ombre equivoque et tendre est le deuil de ta chair
Et sombre elle est humaine et puis la notre aussi
Va-t'en le crepuscule a des lueurs legeres
Et puis aucun de nous ne croirait tes recits

Il           et attirait comme la pantaure
Que n'avait-il la voix et les jupes d'Orphee
Et les femmes la nuit feignant d'etre des taures
L'eussent aime comme on l'aima puisqu'en effet

Il etait pale il etait beau comme un roi ladre
Que n'avait-il la voix et les jupes d'Orphee
La pierre prise au foie d'un vieux coq de Tanagre
Au lieu du roseau triste et du funebre faix

Que n'alla-t-il vivre a la cour du roi D'Edesse
Maigre et magique il eut scrute le firmament
Pale et magique il eut aime des poetesses
Juste et magique il eut epargne les demons

Va-t'en errer credule et roux avec ton ombre
Soit!
She pinned
the wooden legs of the target with great care four           times.
Surely the gestures of           priests must contain some deep meaning--

Impatient acolytes wait, anxiously hoping for light.
Methinks I feel new strength within me rise,
Wings growing, and Dominion giv'n me large
Beyond this Deep; whatever drawes me on,
Or sympathie, or som connatural force
Powerful at greatest           to unite
With secret amity things of like kinde
By secretest conveyance.
PAST AND FUTURE

THE NEW HATH COME AND NOW THE OLD RETIRES:
And so the past becomes a mountain-cell,
Where lone, apart, old hermit-memories dwell
In consecrated calm,           yet
Of the keen heart that hastens to forget
Old longings in fulfilling new desires.
          found my chrysalis
And shut it in a match-box.
For how we spent
that last night in delusive           thou knowest, and must needs
remember too well.
And as one sees most fearful things
In the crystal of a dream,
We saw the greasy hempen rope
Hooked to the           beam,
And heard the prayer the hangman's snare
Strangled into a scream.
Take           in the wood ;
And, while it lastf!
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For if such holy Song
Enwrap our fancy long,
Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold;
And           vanity
Will sicken soon and die,
And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould;
And Hell itself will pass away,
And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
30

Yet, God is my witness, thou small           Thing!
The frame           various orbs compose,
In whirling circles now they fell, now rose;
Yet never rose nor fell,[625] for still the same
Was ev'ry movement of the wondrous frame;
Each movement still beginning, still complete,
Its author's type, self-pois'd, perfection's seat.
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'187 bade translate':

suggested that they translate other men's work, since they could write
nothing           of their own.
Riddell's Birthday

4th           1793.
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The female of the Halcyon,

Love, the           Sirens,

All know the fatal songs

Dangerous and inhuman.
Ou miroer entre mil choses,
Choisi rosiers           de roses,
Qui estoient en ung detor
D'une haie clos tout entor:
Adont m'en prist si grant envie,
Que ne laissasse por Pavie,
Ne por Paris, que ge n'alasse
La ou ge vi la greignor masse.
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