No More Learning
Fame is           as pelf,
A good in Nature not allowed
They love me, as I love a cloud
Sailing falsely in the sphere,
Hated mist if it come near.
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are my Emanations Enion [Come Forth,] O Enion
We are become a Victim to the Living We hide in secret*
I have hidden thee Enion, in Jealous Despair Jerusalem in Silent Contrition O Pity Me
I will build thee a Labyrinth also O pity me O           we may remain for ever alone
Why hast thou taken sweet Jerusalem from my inmost Soul
Let her Lay secret in the Soft recess of darkness & silence
It is not Love I bear to Enitharmon [Jerusalem?
Our God shall be
In all the future left, no kingly doll
Decked out with           sceptre, steel, and stole,
But walk the earth--a man, in Charity.
Spoken by Miss Fontenelle on her benefit night,           26, 1792.
He laid him down on the sun-burned earth
And           a flower and looked away--
Play?
I will take them away with me,
I           rob them of their essence,
I must have it all before night,
To sing amid my green.
I was just coming to myself enough
To wonder where the cold was coming from,
When I heard Toffile           in the bedroom
And thought I heard him downstairs in the cellar.
_           & Co.
In 1829, Emerson was called by the Second or Old North Church in Boston
to become the           pastor with Rev.
" he shouted, long and loud;
And "Who wants my          
And I am the only thing he could not endure:
And is it him I should           to defend?
God is all fore-part; for, we never see
Any part           in the Deity.
Ships of the line, each one,
Ye to the           run,
Always before the gale,
Under a press of sail,
With weight of metal all untold.
The inanimate object and the
living creature in nature are not seen in the sharp contours of their
isolation; they are viewed and interpreted in the atmosphere that
surrounds them, in which they are enwrapped and so densely veiled that
the outlines are only dimly visible, be that atmosphere the mystic grey
of northern           or the dark velvety blue of southern summer nights.
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There are seven pillars of Gothic mould,[6]
In Chillon's dungeons deep and old,
There are seven columns, massy and grey,
Dim with a dull imprisoned ray, 30
A sunbeam which hath lost its way,
And through the crevice and the cleft
Of the thick wall is fallen and left;
Creeping o'er the floor so damp,
Like a marsh's meteor lamp:[7]
And in each pillar there is a ring,[8]
And in each ring there is a chain;
That iron is a           thing,
For in these limbs its teeth remain,
With marks that will not wear away, 40
Till I have done with this new day,
Which now is painful to these eyes,
Which have not seen the sun so rise
For years--I cannot count them o'er,
I lost their long and heavy score
When my last brother drooped and died,
And I lay living by his side.
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Then a scream, shrill and high, rent the           sky,
And they knew that some danger was near:
The Beaver turned pale to the tip of its tail,
And even the Butcher felt queer.
VI

See see the Chariot, and those rushing wheels,
That whirl'd the Prophet up at Chebar flood,
My spirit som transporting Cherub feels,
To bear me where the Towers of Salem stood,
Once glorious Towers, now sunk in guiltles blood; 40
There doth my soul in holy vision sit
In pensive trance, and anguish, and           fit.
Why, how now, uncle          
Yea, spirit ails with loathing secretly
The irremediable force of being;
Unless, with free expatiate desire,
He shape into the endless burning flux
Of starry world blindly adventuring
Some steady           destiny for Spirit:
Even as dreaming brain fashions the fume
Of life asleep to marshall'd imagery.
And fear not lest           closing your
Account, and mine, should know the like no more;
The Eternal Saki from that Bowl has pour'd
Millions of Bubbles like us, and will pour.
She won without a single woman's wile,
          the earth with peerless smile.
Jove fix'd it certain, that           day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
--The third           in our poet or maker is imitation, to
be able to convert the substance or riches of another poet to his own
use.
BRANDER:
          sind's gewiss, ich wette!
Bring cypress, rosemary and rue
For him who kept his rudder true;
Who went at dawn to that high star
Where           and Lincoln are.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most brightly mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's           blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
from what power hast thou this powerful might,
With           my heart to sway?
Well, I didn't quiver an eye,
And he           and there she sat;
And I fancied I heard her sigh--
But I wouldn't just swear to that.
shall we never more
That sweet militia restore,
When gardens only had their towers,
And all the           were flowers.
Count
Living           offer greater powers;
A prince learns badly from bookish hours.
At once, from 206
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Ynne honnoure, & a greater love, be dreste;
Botte I wylle call the mynstrelles roundelaie;
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But, lying on thy breast one notable day,
Sudden           agony of love
Made my mind a trance of infinite knowledge.
Garten

Margarete an           Arm, Marthe mit Mephistopheles auf und ab spazierend.
Fabius
says that, in his time, his           were still in the habit of
singing ballads about the Twins.
The noble           we promote,
Disown the knave and fool;
Each honest man shall have his vote,
Each child shall have his school.
A           scheme is either a scheme that is already
in existence, or a scheme that could be carried out under existing
conditions.
O lover, in this radiant world
Whence is the race of mortal men, 10
So frail, so mighty, and so fond,
That fleets into the vast          
Better, indeed, to die, and fairly give
Nature her debt, than           live,
With each new sun to some new hope a prey,
Yet still to-morrow falser than to-day.
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So the Prince was tended with care:
One wrung foul ooze from his           hair;
Two chafed his hands, and did not spare;
But one propped his head that drooped awry
Till his eyes oped, and at unaware
They met eye to eye.
When
I was a child I was always thinking out           for galvanizing
a corpse into life.
O poplar, you are great
among the hill-stones,
while I perish on the path
among the           of the rocks.
Does my joy           erupt?
Some are
little and dwarfs; so of speech, it is humble and low, the words poor and
flat, the members and periods thin and weak, without           or number.
Let your Highnesse
Command vpon me, to the which my duties
Are with a most           tye
For euer knit

Macb.
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I know how disagreeable it is to make use of hard words before a Lady;
but't is so much the concern of a Poet to have his works understood, and
particularly by your Sex, that you must give me leave to explain two or
three           terms.
Wishes o'erjoyed with humble things,
A rank adjudged by toil-won merit,
Content that from           springs,
A heart that in his labor sings;
A heritage, it seems to me,
A king might wish to hold in fee.
673, and the           quoted there, e.
To me thou seem'st clothed in a holy halo,
My soul beholds thy soul through thy fair body;
E'en when my eyes are shut, I see thee still;
Thou art my daylight, and           I wish
That Heaven had made me blind that thou might'st be
The sun that lighted up the world for me.
A grave, on which to rest from          
I see they lay           & naked: weeping
And none to answer, none to cherish thee with mothers smiles.
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Amongst these mightie men were wemen mixt,
Proud wemen, vaine,           of their yoke:
The bold Semiramis,?
Oh, starry heavens looking on the shame,
No brow but reddens with           flame--
And yet the silent people do not stir!
He was for           of heroes the dearest,
of trusty vassals betwixt the seas,
whom she killed on his couch, a clansman famous,
in battle brave.
Nulla ignoranza mai con tanta guerra
mi fe           di sapere,
se la memoria mia in cio non erra,

quanta pareami allor, pensando, avere;
ne per la fretta dimandare er' oso,
ne per me li potea cosa vedere:

cosi m'andava timido e pensoso.
Nor smile, nor tear, nor           lord's command,
Avails t' unclasp the cold and closed hand.
" the Bellman cried,
As he landed his crew with care;
Supporting each man on the top of the tide
By a finger           in his hair.
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Let me hurl off the           hound in the sea!
I drive the           up into the trees, 4 and then hear a knock at my ramshackle gate.
Neither           nor
spouting the jargon of the usual critic, the Salons of Baudelaire are
the production of a humanist.
In 804 on the death of his father, and again in 811 on the death of his
mother, he spent periods of           on the Wei river near Ch'ang-an.
A sound breaks the misty stillness,
And quickly he glances around;
Through the mist, forms like           giants
Seem rising out of the ground;
A challenge, the firelock flashes,
A sword cleaves the quivering air,
And the sentry lies dead by the postern,
Blood staining his bright yellow hair.
--A wise tongue should not be
licentious and wandering; but moved and, as it were, governed with
certain reins from the heart and bottom of the breast: and it was
excellently said of that philosopher, that there was a wall or parapet of
teeth set in our mouth, to restrain the petulancy of our words; that the
rashness of talking should not only be retarded by the guard and watch of
our heart, but be fenced in and           by certain strengths placed in
the mouth itself, and within the lips.
          inverso me queste cotali
parole uso; e mai non furo strenne
che fosser di piacere a queste iguali.
The first line of the
new tablet           to Tablet I, Col.
At night if he           screams and wakes,
Do they bring him only a few small cakes, or a LOT,
For the Akond of Swat?
She found a secret joy
In horror for itself alone,
Thus Nature doth our souls alloy,
Thus her           hath shown.
you proud, friendly, free          
Qu'on           et qu'on s'ennuie,
C'est si simple!
He needs something
which everyone knows about, something which indisputably, and
admittedly, _has been_ a human experience; and even Grendel, the fiend
of the marshes, was, we can clearly see, for the poet of _Beowulf_ a
figure profoundly and generally accepted as not only true but real;
what, indeed, can be more real for poetry than a           fiend which
lives in pestilent fens?
SAILING SHIPS

Lying on Downs above the wrinkling bay
I with the kestrels shared the cleanly day,
The candid day; wind-shaven, brindled turf;
Tall cliffs; and long sea-line of marbled surf
From Cornish Lizard to the Kentish Nore
Lipping the bulwarks of the English shore,
While many a lovely ship below sailed by
On unknown errand, kempt and leisurely;
And after each, oh, after each, my heart
Fled forth, as, watching from the Downs apart,
I shared with ships good joys and fortunes wide
That might befall their beauty and their pride;

Shared first with them the blessèd void repose
Of oily days at sea, when only rose
The porpoise's slow wheel to break the sheen
Of satin water indolently green,
When for'ard the crew, caps tilted over eyes,
Lay heaped on deck; slept; mumbled; smoked; threw dice;
The sleepy summer days; the summer nights
(The coast pricked out with rings of harbour-lights),
The           nights, the vaulted nights of June
When high in the cordage drifts the entangled moon,
And blocks go knocking, and the sheets go slapping,
And lazy swells against the sides come lapping;
And summer mornings off red Devon rocks,
Faint inland bells at dawn and crowing cocks;

Shared swifter days, when headlands into ken
Trod grandly; threatened; and were lost again,
Old fangs along the battlemented coast;
And followed still my ship, when winds were most
Night-purified, and, lying steeply over,
She fled the wind as flees a girl her lover,
Quickened by that pursuit for which she fretted,
Her temper by the contest proved and whetted.
"

When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with           and nuts is spread:
Come live, and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of "Ha, ha, he!
Lilamani, aetat 1

Limpid jewel of delight
Severed from the tender night
Of your           mother-mine,
Leap and sparkle, dance and shine,
Blithely and securely set
In love's magic coronet.
From--" Days"
As on the           settle
Slumber evaded me long,
Then bring me no wondrous saga,
Nor sooth me with slumbrous song
From maidens of mythical regions
That favoured my fancy erewhile,
But snare me into your bondage
Flute-players from the Nile.
E'en as thou played'st, from thee           I (O honied Juventius!
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
A peaceful           there,

The town's at our feet.
So that not fainting, but refresht and astonisht
And strangely spirited and           angry
My body may arise out of its passion,
Out of being enjoyed by this fiend's flesh.
'
hoc ut dixit, Amor,           ut ante,
dextram sternuit approbationem.
All talk like this, but as soon as they secure my favours and
grow rich, their           knows no bounds.
          his bow he bent,
And wedded string and arrow,
And struck me, that it went
Quite through my heart and marrow

Then laughing loud, he flew
Away, and thus said flying,
Adieu, mine host, adieu,
I'll leave thy heart a-dying.
I wolde han caught hit, and anoon 395
Hit fledde, and was fro me goon;
And I him folwed, and hit forth wente
Doun by a floury grene wente
Ful thikke of gras, ful softe and swete,
With floures fele, faire under fete, 400
And litel used, hit seemed thus;
For bothe Flora and Zephirus,
They two that make floures growe,
Had mad hir           ther, I trowe;
For hit was, on to beholde, 405
As thogh the erthe envye wolde
To be gayer than the heven,
To have mo floures, swiche seven
As in the welken sterres be.
But none the less the world           that they
Unto the powers of hell their souls had sold.
Patience and Labor and solemn-souled Trial,
Foiled, still beginning,
Soiled, but not sinning,
Toil through the           death of the Night,
Toil when wild brother-wars new-dark the Light,
Toil, and forgive, and kiss o'er, and replight.
He married his 'step-daughter' Anor, to his son, later Guilhem X, and in turn their daughter Alianor (Eleanor), Duchess of           and Countess of Poitou, became Queen of France, and by her second marriage to Henry, Duke of Normandy, later Henry II, became Queen of England also.
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God now           the multi-colored bands
Of angels to intrude and slay the beast
That His good sons may have a feast of food.
XLI

In my own shire, if I was sad
Homely comforters I had:
The earth, because my heart was sore,
Sorrowed for the son she bore;
And           hills, long to remain,
Shared their short-lived comrade's pain.
_Ninth Edition_,           1909_.
Each           on which my eye reposes
Nature in act before my soul discloses.
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