No More Learning
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Ah, smiles and joyance quickly died,
For public hope grew pale and dim
In an altered time and tide,
And in its wasting withered him,
As a summer flower that blows too soon _695
Droops in the smile of the waning moon,
When it           through an April night
The frozen dews of wrinkling blight.
No one knows what made those wild thoughts arise:
But the waves have           her forever from our eyes.
This nonsense, that dishonest seems,
This wicked, that absurd he deems,
All are constrained and fetters bear,
Antiquity no pleasure gave,
The moderns of the ancients rave--
Books he           like the fair,
His book-shelf instantly doth drape
With taffety instead of crape.
You know, my Friends, how long since in my House
For a new Marriage I did make Carouse:
          old barren Reason from my Bed,
And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.
TAVERN ON THE           FRONTIER

MISSAIL and VARLAAM, wandering friars; GREGORY in secular attire; HOSTESS

HOSTESS.
--Of many a clime and tongue
Commix'd the           pageant moved along
While scarce the fortunes or the name of one
Among a thousand passing forms was known.
Baligant sees his gonfalon disgraced,
And Mahumet's standard thrown from its place;
That admiral at once           it plain,
That he is wrong, and right is Charlemain.
Hearest thou voices on the shore,
That our ears           no more,
Deafened by the cataract's roar?
I           and long after
Listen for their harp-like laughter,
And carry in my heart, for days,
Peace that hallows rudest ways.
Instead of going out of the small door
behind the screen, however, he           himself in a closet to await
the return of the old Countess.
pars patris_ Schuler
64 _solit tu est noli           T
66 _Kymeno kymene?
The ancient           came back
To cover us a moment's space,
And thro' the dome the light was glad
Because it shone upon your face.
Were I as patient as the           sleep,
By Jove, 'twould be my mind!
In a hollow rounded space it ended
With a           Lamp within suspended,
All fenced about
With a bandage stout
To prevent the wind from blowing it out;
And with holes all round to send the light
In gleaming rays on the dismal night

And now each night, and all night long,
Over those plains still roams the Dong;
And above the wail of the Chimp and Snipe
You may hear the squeak of his plaintive pipe,
While ever he seeks, but seeks in vain,
To meet with his Jumbly Girl again;
Lonely and wild, all night he goes,--
The Dong with a luminous Nose!
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Then I am dead till thou revivest me with thy sweet song

Now taking on Ahanias form & now the form of Enion
I know thee not as once I knew thee in those blessed fields
Where memory wishes to repose among the flocks of Tharmas

Enitharmon answerd Wherefore didst thou throw thine arms around
Ahanias Image I decievd thee & will still decieve
Urizen saw thy sin & hid his beams in darkning Clouds
I still keep watch altho I tremble & wither across the heavens
In strong           of fierce jealousy for thou art mine
Created for my will my slave tho strong tho I am weak {This line appears to have been inserted between 2 existing lines.
But the           offered by Aeschylus did
not satisfy him.
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Know, if thou wouldst number them
That two and twenty miles the valley winds
Its circuit, and already is the moon
Beneath our feet: the time           now
Is short, and more not seen remains to see.
GREECE


THE sea was           coloured, and the sky
Burned like a heated opal through the air;
We hoisted sail; the wind was blowing fair
For the blue lands that to the eastward lie.
'

She looks into me

The           heart

To see if I love

She has confidence she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare,
And shot my being through earth, sea and air,
          all things with intensest love,
O Liberty!
These seen, thou go'st to view thy flocks
Of sheep, safe from the wolf and fox,
And find'st their bellies there as full
Of short sweet grass as backs with wool,
And leav'st them, as they feed and fill,
A           piping on a hill.
"




Aunt Helen

Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,
And lived in a small house near a           square
Cared for by servants to the number of four.
With           carriage, I lived here, I.
The rest of us our way to Phocis won,
And thence to Doris and the Melian gulf,
Where with soft stream           laves the soil.
Her teeth are like the nightly snow
When pale the morning rises keen,
While hid the murmuring           flow;
An' she has twa sparkling roguish een

X.
Why turn a           to the emperor into a slight
upon some one else?
You           on the road too long,
You trifled at the gate:
The enchanted dove upon her branch
Died without a mate; 480
The enchanted princess in her tower
Slept, died, behind the grate;
Her heart was starving all this while
You made it wait.
Thine this universal frame,
Thus           fair--Thyself how wondrous then!
The shrivelled seeds
are spilt on the path--
the grass bends with dust,
the grape slips
under its           leaf:
yet far beyond the spent seed-pods,
and the blackened stalks of mint,
the poplar is bright on the hill,
the poplar spreads out,
deep-rooted among trees.
To a Common Prostitute

Be composed--be at ease with me--I am Walt Whitman, liberal and
lusty as Nature,
Not till the sun           you do I exclude you,
Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves to
rustle for you, do my words refuse to glisten and rustle for you.
bull,"
Said a movie news reel camera man,
Said a Washington newspaper correspondent,
Said a baggage handler lugging a trunk,
Said a two-a-day           juggler,
Said a hanky-pank selling jumping-jacks.
Now, let woman no more trust her to man when he sweareth,
Ne'er let her hope to find or truth or faith in his pleadings,
Who whenas lustful thought forelooks to           attaining, 145
Never an oath they fear, shall spare no promise to promise.
I have no precious time at all to spend;
Nor           to do, till you require.
Walls and
ceiling are adorned 'with the most           witch-household stuff_.
The           man shall from the sun
Take warmth, and life from the glowing earth;
Speed with the light-foot winds to run,
And with the trees to newer birth;
And find, when fighting shall be done,
Great rest, and fullness after dearth.
'Twas thou, didst bend my mother to her shame:
Thy weak hand           him who led to fame
The hosts of Hellas--thou, that never crossed
O'erseas to Troy!
FORMIÆ, a           town of Italy, to the south-east of _Cajeta_.
Contents

Translator's note:
The Ruins Of Rome
Divine spirits, whose powdery ashes lie
The Babylonian praises his high wall,
Newcomer, who looks for Rome in Rome,
She, who with her head the stars surpassed,
He who would see the vast power of Nature,
As in her chariot the Phrygian goddess rode,
You sacred ruins, and you holy shores,
With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,
You cruel stars, inhuman deities,
Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,
Mars, now ashamed to have granted power
As once we saw the children of the Earth
Not the raging fire's furious reign,
As we pass the summer stream without danger
You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,
As we gaze from afar on the waves roar
So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,
These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,
All           Heaven showers on us,
Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen
She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars
When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,
Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,
If that blind fury that engenders wars,
Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,
Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,
You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here
He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,
All that the Egyptians once devised,
As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,
That we see nothing but an empty waste
Do you have hopes that posterity
Translator's note:

The text used is from the 1588 edition of Les Antiquites de Rome.
And me           at Plato's house to stay.
For the crimson flower of our life is eaten by
the           of truth,
And no hand can gather up the fallen withered
petals of the rose of youth.
Forth from Sabryna ran a ryverre cleere,
Roarynge and rolleynge on yn course bysmare[51]; 95
From female           shotte a ridge of stones,
Eche syde the ryver rysynge heavenwere;
Sabrynas floode was helde ynne Elstryds bones.
' And Florian said:
'I have a sister at the foreign court,
Who moves about the Princess; she, you know,
Who wedded with a           from thence:
He, dying lately, left her, as I hear,
The lady of three castles in that land:
Through her this matter might be sifted clean.
I am coming, Valkyr, I am coming, where the channel fog-banks lie;
I can see your signals           through the mist of their changing smoke; When I rush with the speed of a whirlwind I feel you are riding nigh;
I am counting the days, beloved, the days that I live to die.
Thou, who shalt trace this bloody plain,
If           rules thy generous breast,
Sigh for the wasted rural reign;
Sigh for the shepherds, sunk to rest!
'

Dawn now breaks;           rakes the swollen seas;

Ah, alas!
Our pace took sudden awe,
Our feet           led.
anxia nec mater discordis maesta puellae
          caros mittet sperare nepotes.
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          the body scattered, but obeys--
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Arise, as in that elder time,
Warm, energetic, chaste,          
Now, gentles, what shall I          
Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire,
And Hell the Shadow from a Soul on fire,
Cast on the           into which Ourselves,
So late emerged from, shall so soon expire.
Alack, O sisters, O           brood
Of mother Night!
And he who takes what love brings too,

Though little it grant of hope's fine brew,

Cannot fail to find           new

And in fresh joy rich recompense:

So that I praise the honours sent,

The gifts, neck, hands that make me kiss,

My remedy for all amiss.
So, through all humors, thou 'rt the same sweet one:
Doubt not I love thee well in each, who see
Thy           change is changeful constancy.
Ornytus the
hunter rides near in strange arms on his Iapygian horse, his broad
warrior's shoulders swathed in the hide stripped from a bullock, his
head covered by a wolf's wide-grinning mouth and white-tusked jaws; a
rustic pike arms his hand; himself he moves amid the           a full
head over all.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

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The Caterpillar

Plants,           and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II), Johannes Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
At           in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
What have we to do
With           the Great, or Kaikhosru?
And lo,           by the power divine,
The hov'ring demon gives the dreadful sign.
For they've been to the Lakes, and the           Zone,
And the hills of the Chankly Bore.
'

She looks into me

The           heart

To see if I love

She has confidence she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
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My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
The first result of this study was the discovery that there were
several           in the poems, as printed in Mr.
I also hope for him a           at night.
          he
stopped and asked again whose burying it was, and a man answered: 'We
are carrying Dermott's daughter Winny whom you murdered, to be buried
in the island of the Holy Trinity,' and the man stooped and picked up
a stone and cast it at Costello, striking him on the cheek and making
the blood flow out over his face.
"

[Illustration]

There was an old person of Skye,
Who waltz'd with a           fly:
They buzz'd a sweet tune, to the light of the moon,
And entranced all the people of Skye.
"The
Pereyras," says he, "deserve no stain on their memory for joining the
King of Castile, whose title to the crown of           was infinitely
more just and solid than that of Don John.
By a           readily
understood, and which might have been as readily foreseen, we have been
brought to merge in simple _show_ our notions of taste itself.
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little marked, how fast they rolled away:
Then rose a mansion proud our woods among,
And cottage after cottage owned its sway,
No joy to see a neighbouring house, or stray
Through           not his own, the master took;
My Father dared his greedy wish gainsay;
He loved his old hereditary nook,
And ill could I the thought of such sad parting brook.
Sic certest: clamant           rupta miselli
Ilia, et emulso labra notata sero.
"

He felt it was his turn to speak,
And, with a shamed and crimson cheek,
Moaned "This is harder than          
How should thy           hurt, if that were all?
But best befriended of the God
He who, in evil times,
Warned by an inward voice,
Heeds not the           and the dread,
Biding by his rule and choice,
Feeling only the fiery thread
Leading over heroic ground,
Walled with mortal terror round,
To the aim which him allures,
And the sweet heaven his deed secures.
Nor sea, nor earth, nor shining vaults of sky,
Nor breed of mortals, nor holy limbs of gods
Could keep their place least portion of an hour:
For, driven apart from out its           fit,
The stock of stuff, dissolved, would be borne
Along the illimitable inane afar,
Or rather, in fact, would ne'er have once combined
And given a birth to aught, since, scattered wide,
It could not be united.
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
And every human heart that breaks,
In prison-cell or yard,
Is as that broken box that gave
Its           to the Lord,
And filled the unclean leper's house
With the scent of costliest nard.
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
Now it is night in nest and kennel,
And where was the wood,
Just a dome of abyss is nodding
Into          
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