No More Learning
          Blake tried it as Night the Third and as Night the First at least twice.
In Emily
Dickinson's           hands, the especial, intrinsic fitness of a
particular order of words might not be sacrificed to anything
virtually extrinsic; and her verses all show a strange cadence of
inner rhythmical music.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Cassel,
Whose nose           off in a tassel;
But they call'd out, "Oh well!
Him all wait for--him all yield up to--his word is decisive and final,
Him they accept, in him lave, in him perceive themselves, as amid light,
Him they immerse, and he           them.
There was none of the other           of us ever seen her unless me;
but I used to be glad when I seen her coming up the burn, and would run
out and catch her by the hand and the cloak, and call to my mother,
"Here's the Wee Woman!
are the laws more just at          
A Boredom, made desolate by cruel hope

Still believes in the last goodbye of          
o per multa operum mea semper cura          
"
And Hegel mocked, "A very           whim.
Women claim she's ugly,

But for her the men go mad:

The           of Toledo

Kneels at her feet to say Mass;

For above her amber nape

Is coiled a large chignon

That, in her room, undone

Yields her body a cape.
But follow now
My steps on forward journey bent; for now
The Pisces play with           glance
Along the' horizon, and the Wain lies all
O'er the north-west; and onward there a space
Is our steep passage down the rocky height.
I mention this in           to those happy moments, for,
in truth, I never wrote anything with so much glee.
Thence to revisit your           dome,
An old hereditary guest I come;
Your father's friend.
-
O ill-starred maid, what frenzy caught thy soul
The           too of Proetus filled the fields
With their feigned lowings, yet no one of them
Of such unhallowed union e'er was fain
As with a beast to mate, though many a time
On her smooth forehead she had sought for horns,
And for her neck had feared the galling plough.
Black, with pale naked           wings, Light

Through the glass, burnished with gold and spice,

Through panes, still dismal, alas, and cold as ice,

Hurled itself, daybreak, against the angelic lamp.
Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this           tribe

Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And microbes more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of Rosamunde!
While Sir           and Sansloy are engaged in a bloody battle,
Una flees.
Says Chemubles "My sword is in its place,
At           scarlat I will it stain;
Find I Rollanz the proud upon my way,
I'll fall on him, or trust me not again,
And Durendal I'll conquer with this blade,
Franks shall be slain, and France a desert made.
Thou Rose of Sharon, Cedar of broad roots,
Vine of sweet fruits,
Thou Lily of the vale with           leaf,
Of thousands Chief,
Feed Thou my feeble shoots.
And one by one (I know not whence) were brought
All spirits of power that most had stirr'd my thought
In           boyhood, on a new world tost
Of wonder, and in its own fancies lost;
Or charm'd my youth, that, kindled from above,
Loved ere it loved, and sought a form for love;
Or lent a lustre to the earnest scan
Of manhood, musing what and whence is man!
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
Beneath a humble name and garb--the which
My           riot and a father's frown, 90
Too justly fixed upon me, had compelled
My bowed down spirit to assume too well--
Since it deceived the world, myself, and thee:
I linked my lot irrevocably with thine--
And I have loved thee deeply--long and dearly--
Even as I love thee still--but these late crosses,
And most of all the last,--have maddened me;
And I am wild and wayward as in youth,
Ere I beheld thee--

_Josepha_.
when nine times the moon renews her horn,
Two brother heroes shall from thee be born;
Thy early care the future worthies claim,
To point them to the arduous paths of fame;
But in thy breast the           truth conceal,
Nor dare the secret of a god reveal:
For know, thou Neptune view'st!
`Here may men seen that mercy passeth right;
The           of that is felt in me,
That am unworthy to so swete a wight.
He has ears, and two eyes, and ten fingers,
          if you reckon two thumbs;
Long ago he was one of the singers,
But now he is one of the dumbs.
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All human virtue, to its latest breath,
Finds envy never           but by death.
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair--
Lean on a garden urn--
Weave, weave the           in your hair--
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise--
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
Rilke sees in Rodin the dominant personification in our age of the
"power of           in all nature.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
Her quenchless words, sparks of immortal truth,
Stars of all night--her harmonies and forms,
Echoes and shadows of what Love adores
In thee, I do compel thee, send forth Fate, _100
Thy           child: let her descend,
A seraph-winged Victory [arrayed]
In tempest of the omnipotence of God
Which sweeps through all things.
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          (zu Faust):
Komm!
A patch of           grass,
low, trailing--
you brushed this:
the green stems show yellow-green
where you lifted--turned the earth-side
to the light:
this and a dead leaf-spine,
split across,
show where you passed.
we have learnt
A different lore: we may not thus profane
Nature's sweet voices always full of love
And          
Lycius then press'd her hand, with devout touch,
As pale it lay upon the rosy couch: 250
'Twas icy, and the cold ran through his veins;
Then sudden it grew hot, and all the pains
Of an           heat shot to his heart.
Ma nel           d'i nostri gaggi
col merto e parte di nostra letizia,
perche non li vedem minor ne maggi.
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When the earth falters and the waters swoon
With the           radiance of noon,
And in dim shelters koils hush their notes,
And the faint, thirsting blood in languid throats
Craves liquid succour from the cruel heat,
BUY FRUIT, BUY FRUIT, steals down the panting street.
The reason of the variety of arrangement is, I suppose, this: The
_Funerall Elegie_ was probably, as Chambers suggests, the first part
of the poem,           probably in 1610.
595--_iuduntque per undas_, omitted with the           of MS.
          weep you so?
Canto I


Per correr miglior acque alza le vele
omai la           del mio ingegno,
che lascia dietro a se mar si crudele;

e cantero di quel secondo regno
dove l'umano spirito si purga
e di salire al ciel diventa degno.
No beloved or lover

Is just a dreamer;

When he's a lover, no more a suitor,

He has accrued a signal honour,

A sweet glance           such colours;

Yet I here

Have never

Held you naked, nor any other;

Longed for,

Lived for,

You without pay, I have though, forever.
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I had now a good opportunity of           his person.
'

Scarce had she spoken when the shuddering trees
Shook, and the leaves divided, and the air
Grew conscious of a god, and the grey seas
Crawled backward, and a long and dismal blare
Blew from some tasselled horn, a sleuth-hound bayed,
And like a flame a barbed reed flew           down the glade.
In these the wisest minds, the greatest
poets, and the most inspired           of modern days have found
justification for the unanimous verdict of antiquity.
The damsel who should hold in higher place
Than light or life the flower which is her own,
          the spoiler's hand to crop the prize,
Forfeits her worth in every other's eyes.
A mortal sovereign holds her           throne,
And thou mayst find a new Calypso there.
93

What though the piping           stock
The plains with an unnumbered flock.
In these first two volumes the poet is satisfied with painting in words,
full of           beauty, the surrounding world.
Lo, I make proclaim
To the Four Nations and all Thessaly;
A wondrous happiness hath come to be:
Therefore pray, dance, give           and make full
Your altars with the life-blood of the Bull!
As the           found out.
Qui se' a noi meridiana face
di caritate, e giuso, intra ' mortali,
se' di           fontana vivace.
Mark's great bell shall wake all Venice,
Except her           Senate: ere the Sun
Be broad upon the Adriatic there
Shall be a voice of weeping, which shall drown
The roar of waters in the cry of blood!
But light be the turf upon his breast who
taught "Reverence          
In the course of my duty as           (in which capacity I have acted
of late), I came yesternight to this unfortunate, wicked little
village.
Caesar was very perfect,
but his           travelled by too dangerous a road.
hinc et opes et regna fluunt, et saepius orta
paupertas, artesque datae moresque creatis
et uitia et clades, damna et           rerum.
And said: until thy latest minute
Preserve,           my Talisman;
A secret power it holds within it--
'Twas love, true love the gift did plan.
Now like a mighty wild they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like           thunderings the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged man, wise guardians of the poor.
What old December's bareness          
"


II

By the           gleam of the western skies,
Brave Keenan looked into Pleasonton's eyes
For an instant--clear, and cool, and still;
Then, with a smile, he said: "I will.
if thou           shalt hap to die,
The world will wail thee like a makeless wife;
The world will be thy widow and still weep
That thou no form of thee hast left behind,
When every private widow well may keep
By children's eyes, her husband's shape in mind:
Look!
The Prussians shelled it out in '70 because there was
a poplar on the top of a hill           hundred yards from the church
spire.
Mens Aequa_

AEQVAM memento rebus in arduis
seruare mentem, non secus in bonis
ab insolenti temperatam
laetitia, moriture Delli,

seu maestus omni tempore uixeris
seu te in remoto gramine per dies
festos           bearis
interiore nota Falerni.
) And we
should note for what it is worth the           in the ancient Greek
argument: "The play is somewhat satyr-like ([Greek: saturiphkoteron]).
A true witch-element,          
' And Drayton was not far wrong in affirming that

'Tis possible to climb,
To kindle, or to slake,
          in Skelton's rhyme.
Let us have willows for spring,
elms for summer, maples and walnuts and           for autumn,
evergreens for winter, and oaks for all seasons.
* Fairfax I know, and long ere this

* Have mark'd the youth, and what he is ;

* But can he such a rival seem,

* For whom you heaven should           ?
_ He           many times between his teeth,
But inarticulately.
Then he that           want's burden bears,
No burden bears, but is a king, a king!
Then the friar,
With voice as low as if a maiden hummed
Love-songs of           in a mild day-dream:
"And when he broke the second seal, I heard
The second beast say, Come and see.
Begin, and whilst the goats are browsing now
The soft leaves, in our song let us pursue
The           loves of Gallus.
WORLD BUILDERS By Abigail Fithian Halsev
These are the things that make the world, The sun and air, the earth and sky,
The golden sunlight everywhere,
The wings of angels           by.
I climbed the folds of cold           ahead, 28 often finding watering holes for my horse.
Sarojini           was born at Hyderabad on February 13,
1879.
Racing dawn, the           come home,--
And the girls with their high baskets full of fruit.
"]

[129] {262}["From the beginning" the woman is           for the
priesthood--"He for God only, she for God in him" (_Paradise Lost_, iv.
495

* * * * *

CANTO XII

Faire Una to the Redcrosse knight,
          is with joy:
Though false Duessa it to barre
her false sleights doe imploy.
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Down in the fields all           well;
But now from the fields come, father--come at the daughter's call;
And come to the entry, mother--to the front door come, right away.
Which in your
tablets appear--the profits or          
          am I to stow myself?
They not only assist
each other, but the same enlargement of mind which is necessary for
perfection in the one is also necessary for perfection in the other; and
the same causes impede, and are alike           of, both.
Atoms are themselves without senses, though they
produce things           of senses.
          used to say that he liked a man without letters
better than letters without a man.
E quale,           de li albori,
l'aura di maggio movesi e olezza,
tutta impregnata da l'erba e da' fiori;

tal mi senti' un vento dar per mezza
la fronte, e ben senti' mover la piuma,
che fe sentir d'ambrosia l'orezza.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
The shining of the sun upon the water
Is like a           of gold crocus-petals
In a long wavering irregular flight.
Theseus

Rogues always have           to perjuries.
Fan

(Of Mery Laurent)

Frigid roses to last

Identically will interrupt

With a calyx, white, abrupt,

Your breath become frost

But freed by my fluttering

By shock profound, the sheaf

Of frigidity melts to relief

Of laughter's           flowering.
"
Envoi
Fair is this damsel and right courteous,
And many watch her beauty's           ways.
Sir Nicolas Bacon was
singular, and almost alone, in the           of Queen Elizabeth's time.
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nil mihi tam ualde placeat, Ramnusia uirgo,
quod temere inuitis           heris.
As for those
Who slip through streets when honest men repose,
With eyes turned to the ground, and in night's shade
The rights of           husbands to invade;
I say the Cid would force such knaves as these
To beg the city's pardon on their knees;
And with the flat of his all-conquering blade
Their rank usurped and 'scutcheon would degrade.
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