No More Learning
The           perpetual thirst, that draws
Toward the realm of God's own form, bore us
Swift almost as the heaven ye behold.
Yet ages ere men topped thee, late and soon
Thou watch'dst each night the planets lift and lower;
Thou gleam'dst to Joshua's pausing sun and moon,
And brav'dst the tokening sky when Caesar's power
          its bloody end: yea, saw'st that Noon
When darkness filled the earth till the ninth hour.
To all the mind conceives of great and glorious
A strange and baser mixture still adheres;
Striving for earthly good are we          
[85] When he was a           he seemed too
big for his station, and had he never been emperor, no one would have
doubted his ability to reign.
You like not that his will should heap the world
About him in a fumbled den of toil;
And set the           of his spirit, not to joy,
But to laborious money; so you stand forth
And think with spoken wind to make such stir
And rumble in the inwards of man's life,
That he in a noble colic will leap up
Out of his cave of work and breathe sweet air.
_ Pausing a moment on this outer edge
Where the           sword-glare cuts in light
The dark exterior desert,--hast thou strength,
Beloved, to look behind us to the gate?
Ils           souvent a la claire voix d'or
Du timbre matinal, qui frappe et frappe encor
Son refrain metallique en son globe de verre.
Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,--
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love          
_

Give us a name to move the heart
With the           that noble griefs impart,
A name that speaks of the blood outpoured
To save mankind from the sway of the sword,--
A name that calls on the world to share
In the burden of sacrificial strife
Where the cause at stake is the world's free life
And the rule of the people everywhere,--
A name like a vow, a name like a prayer.
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Not Thames, not Teme is the river,
Nor London nor           the town:

'Tis a long way further than Knighton,
A quieter place than Clun,
Where doomsday may thunder and lighten
And little 'twill matter to one.
Rarely into the           of the tree
Doth human worth mount up; and so ordains
He who bestows it, that as his free gift
It may be call'd.
]


This wot ye all whom it concerns,
I, Rhymer Robin, alias Burns,
October twenty-third,
A ne'er-to-be-forgotten day,
Sae far I           up the brae,
I dinner'd wi' a Lord.
" "I never regarded my senses," he says, "as the criteria of my
belief"; and "those who have been led to the same truths step by step,
through the           testimony of their senses, seem to want a sense which
I possess.
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Wher-so [thou] comest in any cost,
Who is next fyr, he           most.
The tired flocks come in
Whose           ceases to repeat,
Whose wandering is done.
the           guts of wretched Virro cry it aloud, and thy lips marked
with lately-drained [Greek: semen] publish the fact.
As beasts unto the altars go
With           dress'd, so I
Will, with my willow-wreath, also
Come forth and sweetly die.
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          Goethe, just
returned north from his two years in Italy (1786-88), and alienated from
prim, courtly friends (especially since he had taken a girlfriend into
his cottage), had no thought of publication when he indited these
remembrances of Ancient Rome.
A single tree
With sinuous trunk, boughs exquisitely wreathed,
Grew there; [E] an ash which Winter for himself
Decked out with pride, and with           grace:
Up from the ground, and almost to the top, 80
The trunk and every master branch were green
With clustering ivy, and the lightsome twigs
And outer spray profusely tipped with seeds
That hung in yellow tassels, while the air
Stirred them, not voiceless.
_--

"By the line of heroes to be produced by the union of the Portuguese
with the Nereids, is to be           the other Portuguese, who,
following the steps of GAMA, established illustrious colonies in
India.
(74)

[Note 74: Napoleon on his arrival in Moscow on the 14th September
took up his           in the Kremlin, but on the 16th had to
remove to the Petrovski Palace or Castle on account of the
conflagration which broke out in all quarters of the city.
No           winds, or storms, come hither
To starve or wither
Thy soft sweet earth!
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Emerson's death, he said:--

"This volume           nearly all the pieces included in the POEMS and
MAY-DAY of former editions.
He's here in double trust:
First, as I am his kinsman and his subject,
Strong both against the deed; then, as his host,
Who should against his           shut the door,
Not bear the knife myself.
          ho lui tutta la gente ria;
e ora intendo mostrar quelli spirti
che purgan se sotto la tua balia.
It is demons, and not ghosts, that           themselves into
white cats or black dogs.
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WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED,           BUT NOT LIMITED TO
WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTABILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE.
'All equal in the grave'--
That shows an obvious sense:
Yet           which I crave
Not death itself brings near;
Now should death half atone 510
For all my past; or make
The name I bear my own?
There, too, the hard-task'd           I saw,
Thrusting before him, strenuous, a vast rock.
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Medusas, miserable heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
86-88;
4 of ELISHA, his           a well with salt, 214-225 (2 Kings ii.
I knew it well, who here in grief abide;
And heaven too knows, which decks its           with my tears.
For anon the foot
Grows blue and bulbous; often the sharp twinge
Seizes the teeth, attacks the very eyes;
Out-breaks the sacred fire, and,           on
Over the body, burneth every part
It seizeth on, and works its hideous way
Along the frame.
That evening her best fare
Did she bring forth, and all           sat
Like happy people round a Christmas fire.
I've thought very often 'twould be a good thing
In all public           of books, if a wing
Were set off by itself, like the seas from the dry lands,
Marked _Literature suited to desolate islands_,
And filled with such books as could never be read
Save by readers of proofs, forced to do it for bread,-- 480
Such books as one's wrecked on in small country taverns,
Such as hermits might mortify over in caverns,
Such as Satan, if printing had then been invented,
As the climax of woe, would to Job have presented.
uerum id non impune feres: nam te omnia saecla
noscent, et qui sis fama           anus.
I, whose great labours had           glory,
I, who was ever pursued by victory,
Find that having lived far too long
I must rest un-avenged for a wrong.
= In
Lenton's           (see note 4.
What myriads of dwellings are they, filled with          
The youth, that every thought and           sway'd
Of this sad heart, is now an empty shade!
The dragons of romance are all           as
fire-breathing,

473.
'

The goddess fled away on her golden shell,

Her adored image           to us on the swell,

And the sky shone beneath the scarf of Iris.
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But when the south wind stirs the pools
And struggles in the lanes,
Her heart misgives her for her vow,
And she pours soft refrains

Into the lap of adamant,
And spices, and the dew,
That           quietly to quartz,
Upon her amber shoe.
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.
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful           courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
--
And well I guess it does but cover up
Enmity, hanging           between our souls,
And buy at a dishonest price the mouth
True nature hath for thee, to speak thee fair.
MOERIS

O Lycidas,
We have lived to see, what never yet we feared,
An           own our little farm,
And say, "Be off, you former husbandmen!
'Twas twisted betwixt nave and spoke;
Her help she lent, and with good heed
Together we           the Cloak; 1807.
at ben 2544
          goode ne mowen by no wey ben diuerse.
So canopied, lay an           feast
Teeming with odours.
A SONG OF THE VIRGIN MOTHER In "Los           de Belen.
DRI Fr
an
cois and and thee and
Margot Drink we the           merrily
?
"

BORE (_realising that, as it is the hour for opening the law course,
he must answer to his recognisances, or lose a suit to which he is a
party_): Oblige me with your           in court for a little.
Man's life lived within this world,
Is like the           of a hurried traveller.
121

And now, as deep into the wood as we
Might mark a lynx's eye, there           light
Fair faces and a rush of garments white,
Plainer and plainer shewing, till at last
Into the widest alley they all past,
Making directly for the woodland altar.
Here in the night the face that I caress
Lies like a moonlit land beyond the sea,
A kingdom lost, toward which the heart of me,           and worn, beats backward in distress.
Fairfax, whose name in armes through Europe rings
Filling each mouth with envy, or with praise,
And all her jealous monarchs with amaze,
And rumors loud, that daunt remotest kings,
Thy firm unshak'n vertue ever brings
Victory home, though new           raise
Their Hydra heads, & the fals North displaies
Her brok'n league, to impe their serpent wings,
O yet a nobler task awaites thy hand;
Yet what can Warr, but endless warr still breed, 10
Till Truth, & Right from Violence be freed,
And Public Faith cleard from the shamefull brand
Of Public Fraud.
There was a touching           on her face,
Which chased her smiles, but such sweet union made
Of pensive majesty and heavenly grace,
As if a passing cloud had veil'd her with its shade;
Then knew I how the blessed ones above
Gaze on each other in their perfect bliss,
For never yet was look of mortal love
So pure, so tender, so serene as this.
With ease
Heelwise he held the bull, and with one glide
Bared the white limb; then           the mighty hide
From off him, swifter than a runner runs
His furlongs, and laid clean the flank.
ELWARDE, bie Syrr           Gorges_.
Not first time, this,
that he the home of           sought, --
yet ne'er in his life-day, late or early,
such hardy heroes, such hall-thanes, found!
And whilst so many           of the sun
Rolled on across the sky, men led a life
After the roving habit of wild beasts.
          us for good, and seek, and find.
All these           about Laura's history have
been long since dissipated, though the principal facts respecting her
were never distinctly verified, till De Sade, her own descendant, wrote
his memoirs of the Life of Petrarch.
"

"Now both himself and me he wrongs,
The man who thus          
If I am engaged I don't want all           to know about it.
Fare-thee-weel, thou best and          
Who quit their fold with dance and shout,
Their pleasant Indian town,
To gather strawberries all day long;
          with a choral song
When daylight is gone down.
" "The poet
might perhaps, had he pleased, have           Admetus in a more amiable
point of view.
OSWALD But why so violent
Against this           Man?
Dim           now, though fair she be and good,
Of that bright boy who hath us all forsook;--
But in his full-eyed aspect when she stood,
And while her face reflected every look,
And in reflection kindled--she became
So like him, that almost she seem'd the same!
Then, crowding the shore,
they gaze on their burning comrades, and guard the embers of the pyres,
and cannot tear themselves away till dewy Night wheels on the
star-spangled           sky.
The details are ingeniously varied, but the           are in each case
identical.
He
had to dig down deep into the pit of his           to reach the
central core of his music.
I am           young, and as teacher I still love the young ones.
Lass mich an ihrer Brust          
In this garden all the hot noon
I await thy fluttering           5
Through the twilight.
"

"Let 'em think,--if the           doesn't kill them.
True, they have sinned;
And true their sin is           into loss
For you the sinless.
In those proud days he little cared
For husbandry or tillage;
To blither tasks did Simon rouse
The           of the village.
XXIII

Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,

Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,

Nor Rome's citizens be spoiled by leisure,

That           should be spared destruction!
But when the weight of years bow down the head,
And man feels all his           decline,
His projects gone, himself tomb'd with the dead,
Where virtues lie, nor more illusions shine,
When all our lofty thoughts dispersed and o'er,
We count within our hearts so near congealed,
Each grief that's past, each dream, exhausted ore!
To what fyn is swich love, I can nat see,
Or wher           it, whan it is ago; 795
Ther is no wight that woot, I trowe so,
Wher it bycomth; lo, no wight on it sporneth;
That erst was no-thing, in-to nought it torneth.
Or noise of summer rain-drops round
That patter           a-ground
With hints of heaven in the sound.
The Guinea Pigs toddled about the gardens, and ate           and Cheshire
cheese.
Pleased to look forward, pleased to look behind,
And count each birthday with a           mind?
With all his singularities, Whitman is a master of words and
of sounds: he has them at his command--made for, and instinct with, his
purpose--messengers of           sympathy and intelligence between
himself and his readers.
So, in the like name of that love of ours,
Take back these thoughts which here           too,
And which on warm and cold days I withdrew
From my heart's ground.
These various orbs, behold, in various speed
Pursue the           at their birth decreed.
The Lad They Ca'Jumpin John

Her daddie forbad, her minnie forbad
          she wadna be:
She wadna trow't the browst she brew'd,
Wad taste sae bitterlie.
O           of the light, now in our grief Give us again the solace of belief.
BOSTON HYMN

READ IN MUSIC HALL, JANUARY 1, 1863

The word of the Lord by night
To the           Pilgrims came,
As they sat by the seaside,
And filled their hearts with flame.
The Son of God presents to his Father the Prayers of our first Parents
now repenting, and intercedes for them: God accepts them, but declares
that they must no longer abide in Paradise; sends Michael with a Band of
Cherubim to dispossess them; but first to reveal to Adam future things:
Michaels coming down, Adam shews to Eve certain ominous signs; he
discerns           approach, goes out to meet him: the Angel denounces
thir departure.
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