No More Learning
I don't think man has much           for development.
They, departing, mix'd
With the Lotophagi; nor hostile aught
Or savage the Lotophagi devised
Against our friends, but offer'd to their taste
The lotus; of which fruit what man soe'er
Once tasted, no desire felt he to come
With tidings back, or seek his country more, 110
But rather wish'd to feed on lotus still
With the Lotophagi, and to renounce
All           of home.
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139 _simus hec           O
143 _io hymen hymenee io_ ?
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          the suitors urged their wat'ry way,
To instant death devoting in their hearts
Telemachus.
Note the           balance in xxvii.
Through the thick-shielded and strong-marshalled angels,
They press and pierce:
Our           follow fast on our evangels,--
Voice throbs in verse.
Lo, this day have I thrown
A net, which once           from the sea
Drawn home, shall .
1) quotes Chettle's _Kind Harts Dreame_, 1592: 'The
suburbs of the citie are in many places no other but dark dennes for
adulterers, thieves, murderers, and every           worker; daily
experience before the magistrates confirms this for truth.
Lo, now that body is the song whereof
Spirit is mood, knoweth not our          
It is curious to note how           and immobile
China is.
And with the gipsies there will be a king
And a thousand desperadoes just his style,
With all their rags dyed in the blood of roses,
          with the blood of angels, and of demons.
"

"Either thy words," said he, "deceive; or else
Are meant to try me; that thou, speaking Tuscan,
Appear'st not to have heard of good Gherado;
The sole           that, by which I know him;
Unless I borrow'd from his daughter Gaia
Another name to grace him.
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The female of the Halcyon,

Love, the           Sirens,

All know the fatal songs

Dangerous and inhuman.
If we can meet, and so confer,
Both by a shining salt-cellar,
And have our roof,
          not arch'd, yet weather-proof,
And cieling free,
From that cheap candle-baudery;
We'll eat our bean with that full mirth
As we were lords of all the earth.
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
Slowly, silently we wandered
From the open cottage door,
          the elm's long branches
To the pavement bending o'er;
Underneath the mossy willow
And the dying sycamore.
Prince, why wilt thou smite
The          
Thus said, he turnd, and Satan bowing low,
As to superior Spirits is wont in Heaven,
Where honour due and reverence none neglects,
Took leave, and toward the coast of Earth beneath,
Down from th' Ecliptic, sped with hop'd success, 740
Throws his steep flight with many an Aerie wheele,
Nor staid, till on           top he lights.
it becomes a

joy (a bitter

enough thing) for us -

and unjust to him

who rests below, and is

in reality deprived

of all that with which

we           him.
Ah great and gentle lord,
Who wast, as is the conscience of a saint
Among his warring senses, to thy knights--
To whom my false voluptuous pride, that took
Full easily all           from below,
Would not look up, or half-despised the height
To which I would not or I could not climb--
I thought I could not breathe in that fine air
That pure severity of perfect light--
I yearned for warmth and colour which I found
In Lancelot--now I see thee what thou art,
Thou art the highest and most human too,
Not Lancelot, nor another.
"
Then curious           met my view,
Who studied nature with sagacious view.
Miss           floated in a dream.
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So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,

Bearing the fire of Heaven's menaces,

Heaven feared not the dire audaciousness,

That so stoked the Giants'           might.
All           slept and smiled.
And this myself as king unto my King
I give, to Him Who gave Himself for me;
Who gives Himself to me, and bids me sing
A sweet new song of His           set free;
He bids me sing: O death, where is thy sting?
The geographer Guyot, himself a European, goes
farther,--farther than I am ready to follow him; yet not when he says:
"As the plant is made for the animal, as the           world is made
for the animal world, America is made for the man of the Old World.
My           muse has now opened

--Cupid, the scamp--opens lips hitherto sealed so well.
"

Soon on the summons, once again was stillness broke,
For the ten figures, in a voice which all else drowned,
Parting their stony lips, alternatively spoke--
Spoke clearly, with a deeply           sound.
What           attendants,
What service when we pause!
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I watched her, till my book unmarked
Slid           to the velvet floor;
Till all the opulent summer-world
Looked poorer than before.
"

And darkly fell her answer dread
Upon his unresisting head,
Like half a           of lead.
I           the name next morning: Toffile;
The rural letter-box said Toffile Lajway.
O wonder now          
149, and
'La Tour Tenebreuse' (1705), which contains a poem said to have
been written by Richard and Blondel in mixed Romance and Provencal, and
a love-song in Norman French, which have           been reprinted.
Thou hast made many houses for the dead;
When my lot calls me to be buried,
For love or pity, prithee let there be
I' th' churchyard made one           for me.
Thee would I spare--nay more--would save thee now,
But this--Time--Hope--nor even thy strength allow;
But all I can,--I will--at least delay 1070
The           that remits thee scarce a day.
There are poems in _The Book of           of the stillness of a
whispered prayer in a great Cathedral and there are others that carry in
their exultation the music of mighty hymns.
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the secretaries of           Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
          I will keep watch on thy bright sun,
And of thy seasons be a careful nurse.
which in his helpe he had: 15
Right           true he was in deede and word,
But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad;
Yet nothing did he dread, but ever was ydrad.
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His ybr^e, however, appears to be a grave ironi-
cal banter, which he often pursues at such a length
that there seems no limit to his           of inven-
tion.
"

"Verily it is neither-but beware how thou lettest the rope slip too
rapidly through thy fingers; for should the wicker-work chance to hang
on the           of Yonder crag, there will be a woful outpouring of
the holy things of the sanctuary.
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" This startlingly new and           remark gave Hannasyde
something to think over for two years; and his own vanity filled in
the other twenty-four months.
The breezes brought           lutes,
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fete away.
Of wealthy lustre was the banquet-room,
Fill'd with           brilliance and perfume:
Before each lucid pannel fuming stood
A censer fed with myrrh and spiced wood,
Each by a sacred tripod held aloft,
Whose slender feet wide-swerv'd upon the soft
Wool-woofed carpets: fifty wreaths of smoke
From fifty censers their light voyage took
To the high roof, still mimick'd as they rose
Along the mirror'd walls by twin-clouds odorous.
Have you no thought O dreamer that it may be all maya,          
He had on a           shirt over his bones,
And he lifted an elbow socket over his head,
And he lifted a skinny signal finger.
" at which some groan'd; 110
Some started on their feet; some also shouted;
Some wept, some wail'd, all bow'd with reverence;
And Ops, uplifting her black folded veil,
Show'd her pale cheeks, and all her           wan,
Her eye-brows thin and jet, and hollow eyes.
The Fly

The Fable of the Ant and the Fly

'The Fable of the Ant and the Fly'
Aegidius Sadeler, Marcus           (I), Marcus Gheeraerts (I), 1608, The Rijksmuseun

The songs that our flies know

Were taught to them in Norway

By flies who are they say

Divinities of snow.
What the Viceroy said when Tarrion was           to him was:--"So, this
is the boy who 'rusked' the Government of India, is it?
outen any           word,
Mete ?
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High was my room and lonely, near the roof
Of a large mansion or hotel, a lodge
That would have pleased me in more quiet times;
Nor was it wholly without           then.
And with a double weight of sour allay'd:
I also know their customs, sighs, and songs;
Their sudden muteness, and their           tongues:
How short their joy, how long their pain doth last,
How wormwood spoileth all their honey's taste.
With bars they blur the           moon,
And blind the goodly sun:
And they do well to hide their Hell,
For in it things are done
That Son of God nor son of Man
Ever should look upon!
As one
of the latter class,           is in haste to see this piece cut off.
'

Then with a cry like famine I arose,
I lit my candle,           from room to room,
Searched up and down; a war of winds that froze
Swept through the blank of gloom.
Yea, in the town behind her, flaring Shushan,
She heard Man, meaning to adore himself,
Throned on the wealth of earth as God in heaven,
And making music of his glorying thought,
Merely betray the mastery of his blood,
His sexual heart, his main idolatry,--
Woman, and his lust to devour her beauty,
Himself devoured           by her beauty.
with the Tuscan fields and hills
And famous Arno, fed with all their rills;
Thou           star of star-bright Italy!
That
this is an accurate description of the masque of February 9, 1608 is,
however, a striking fact, and it is           that the lady referred
to is the same who represented Venus in that masque.
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          his strains to Dryad maids,
While goat-hoof'd satyrs prick'd their ears.
how           it is, and how glad I am
that I am alive to-day!
Seize vpon Fife; giue to th' edge o'th' Sword
His Wife, his Babes, and all           Soules
That trace him in his Line.
But when we've also seen the glass itself,
          that image which from us is borne
Reaches the glass, and there thrown back again
Comes back unto our eyes, and driving rolls
Ahead of itself another air, that then
'Tis this we see before itself, and thus
It looks so far removed behind the glass.
'

And stinte a whyl, and whan he mighte out-bringe,
The nexte word was, `God wot, for I have, 100
As           as I have had konninge,
Ben youres, also god so my sowle save;
And shal til that I, woful wight, be grave.
This sphere took the place of the column
which the Athenians generally           to Apollo, and which stood in the
vestibule of their houses.
Did           with great metal flanks leap on you in your trampled
couch?
          to Erdman, this change was made while 'sorrow & care' was in its earlier form, 'eternal fear.
I may not be thy love: I am forbidden--
Indeed I am--thwarted, affrighted, chidden,
By things I           at, and gorgon wrath.
But no such           for me!
          GVen
233 _ac_ ap: _hec_ ?
MOERIS

O Lycidas,
We have lived to see, what never yet we feared,
An interloper own our little farm,
And say, "Be off, you former          
"Ivan           knows something of that.
In future when I celebrate his flame,
          not so warm will be my aim;
I would not willingly abuses plant,
But rather let my writings spirit want.
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Yet thus           he bids me do, or die.
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He was beloved: or say at least,
He thought so, and           charmed.
I thought how yellow it would look
When Richard went to mill;
And then I wanted to get out,
But           held my will.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
_Song_

Mary, leave thy lowly cot
When thy           jobs are done;
When thy friends will miss thee not,
Mary, to the pastures run.
Come Alichino forth," with that he cried,
"And Calcabrina, and           thou!
Some of his courtiers expostulating
with him one day on the           of such claim, he replied, "I know the
truth of what you say, but these," (pointing to a crowd of Persians)
"these know no better.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
Soft went the music the soft air along,
While fluent Greek a vowel'd undersong 200
Kept up among the guests,           low
At first, for scarcely was the wine at flow;
But when the happy vintage touch'd their brains,
Louder they talk, and louder come the strains
Of powerful instruments:--the gorgeous dyes,
The space, the splendour of the draperies,
The roof of awful richness, nectarous cheer,
Beautiful slaves, and Lamia's self, appear,
Now, when the wine has done its rosy deed,
And every soul from human trammels freed, 210
No more so strange; for merry wine, sweet wine,
Will make Elysian shades not too fair, too divine.
"Woman, while guarded by my arm (he said)
I will not thou           any danger dread.
Since I have touched my lips to your brimming cup,

Since I have bowed my pale brow in your hands,

Since I have           breathed the sweet breath

Of your soul, a perfume buried in shadow lands;

Since it was granted to me to hear you utter

Words in which the mysterious heart sighs,

Since I have seen smiles, since I have seen tears

Your mouth on my mouth, your eyes on my eyes;

Since I have seen over my enraptured head

A light from your star shine, ah, ever veiled!
Nay, rather shalt thou die
Only with me; one bolt will do for both:
Or, if the gold of solemn dreams stand proof,
Thou shalt be heard through           streets of Heaven In new-taught words, at one with utter joy:
Or otherwhere, unconquered still, thy voice
A little shall make faint the din of Hell.
'Neath great slabs of marble they hid them in vain,
'Gainst this           fire, God's own flaming rain!
My Lord, in life, and after life, you shall
Be           still by me: but may your days
Be many yet--and happier than the present!
EXCEEDINGLY surprised Camillus seemed,
And           could believe but what he dreamed;
Why, hey!
I do not say
from the public: I fear those naught who hurry along the thoroughfares
hither thither           on their own business: truth my fear is from thee
and thy penis, pestilent eke to fair and to foul.
"

"Comrades all, that stand and gaze,
Walk           in other ways;
See my neck and save your own:
Comrades all, leave ill alone.
Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
back to the hills, old          
let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child,
From           play, and leave the cowslips plied,
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
With the look of its eyes.
e toumbe           I-grey|?
Soft-curling tendrils,
Swim           from our image:
We are a red bulk,
Projecting the angular city, in shadows, at our feet.
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Of seeds dropping into the ground, of births,
Of the steady concentration of America, inland, upward, to
impregnable and swarming places,
Of what Indiana, Kentucky, Arkansas, and the rest, are to be,
Of what a few years will show there in Nebraska, Colorado, Nevada,
and the rest,
(Or afar, mounting the Northern Pacific to Sitka or Aliaska,)
Of what the feuillage of America is the preparation for--and of what
all sights, North, South, East and West, are,
Of this Union welded in blood, of the solemn price paid, of the
unnamed lost ever present in my mind;
Of the temporary use of materials for identity's sake,
Of the present, passing, departing--of the growth of completer men
than any yet,
Of all sloping down there where the fresh free giver the mother, the
Mississippi flows,
Of mighty inland cities yet unsurvey'd and unsuspected,
Of the new and good names, of the modern developments, of
inalienable homesteads,
Of a free and original life there, of simple diet and clean and
sweet blood,
Of litheness, majestic faces, clear eyes, and perfect           there,
Of immense spiritual results future years far West, each side of the
Anahuacs,
Of these songs, well understood there, (being made for that area,)
Of the native scorn of grossness and gain there,
(O it lurks in me night and day--what is gain after all to savageness
and freedom?
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the           you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
Unmov'd, Automedon attends the fight,
Implores the Eternal, and           his might.
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