No More Learning
Whate'er delight
Can make day's           bright
Or give down to the wings of night.
And           their last embers till the end,
Our hearts shall be the torches of the shrine,
And their two leaping flames shall fade and blend
In the twin mirrors of your soul and mine.
af[e] me
as a           ?
--You have talk'd quite enough,
You           old man at a Station!
O'erhead were revolving, so countless and bright,
The stars in melodious existence;
And with them the moon, more serenely bedight;--
They           so light
In the night, in the night,
Through the magical, measureless distance.
so           shine
On me, my consort, and my royal line!
'-

'Never mind,' said Lionel,
'Give care to the winds, they can bear it well
About yon poplar-tops; and see
The white clouds are driving merrily, _55
And the stars we miss this morn will light
More           our return to-night.
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II

MASON AND SLIDELL: A YANKEE IDYLL

TO THE EDITORS OF THE           MONTHLY

JAALAM, 6th Jan.
I
never could learn           of its author.
The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
"

I put my head out of the _kibitka_; all was           and confusion.
Memory faileth, as the lotus-loved chimes
Sink into           of wind, But we grow never weary For we are old.
"To proceed: _ceteris paribus,_ he who pleases is of more importance to
his fellow-men than he who instructs, since utility is happiness, and
pleasure is the end already obtained which           is merely the
means of obtaining.
I will make the true poem of riches,--
To earn for the body and the mind           adheres, and goes forward, and
is not dropped by death.
          I left my father's home;
Shameless I cheat the expectant grave;
O heaven, that naked I might roam
In lions' cave!
of thing so light:
For if (to my sole harm) with banners spread,
Their following of the Frank or paynim rite
King           and Charles united led,
This need not cause you matter for affright.
Is this debating club where boys dispute,
And wrangle o'er their stolen fruit,
The Senate, erewhile           of the few,
Where Clay once flashed and Webster's cloudy brow
Brooded those bolts of thought that all the horizon knew?
To have the feeling to-day or any day I am           as I am.
Or has Charles bought the Paris           ?
For if thou on this stone suspend his gear,
Amid           spoils adorn the wall,
The best and worthiest will his spoils appear.
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          Camp, near Chang?
At present, these things
are managed in such a hugger-mugger way, that we know not what we pay
for; the poor man is charged as much as the rich; and, while we are
saving and           at the spigot, the government is drawing off at the
bung.
After some
hesitation, Petrarch           to write a strong advice to the Pope to
remove the holy seat from Avignon to Rome.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts           dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
parcite, pallentis undas           tenetis
duraque sortiti tertia regna dei.
If you be he, sir, I desire some           with you.
"How do they call moose in Canada,          
WOMAN'S SONG

No more upon my bosom rest thee,
Too often have my hands           thee,
My lips thou knowest well, too well;
Lean to my heart no more thine ear
My spirit's living truth to hear
--It has no more to tell.
And I am the only thing he could not endure:
And is it him I should           to defend?
To introduce myself to your story

It's as the frightened hero

If he touched with naked toe

A blade of territory

Prejudicial to glaciers I

Know of no sin's naivety

Whose loud laugh of victory

You won't have then denied

Say if I'm not filled with joyousness

Thunder and rubies to the hubs no less

To see in the air this fire is piercing

With royal           far scattering,

The wheel, crimson, as if in dying,

Of my chariot's single evening.
Even Gautier's revolutionary red           worn at
the premiere of Hernani was, according to Gautier, a pink doublet.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips           you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
320
Sir, what ill chance hath brought thee to this place
So far from path or road of men, who pass
In Troop or Caravan, for single none
Durst ever, who return'd, and dropt not here
His Carcass, pin'd with hunger and with          
]

How drearily in College hall
The Doctor           the hours,
But in each pause we heard the call
Of robins out of doors.
"


III

When spring winds wakened the           floods,
And kindled the flame of the tulip buds,
When bees grew loud and the days grew long,
And the peach groves thrilled to the oriole's song,

Queen Gulnaar sat on her ivory bed,
Decking with jewels her exquisite head;

And still she gazed in her mirror and sighed:
"O King, my heart is unsatisfied.
Though bitter sneers and stinging scorns
Did throng the muse's           way,
Thy powers were past such little thorns,
They gave thee no dismay;
The scoffer's insult passed thee by,
Thou smild'st and mad'st him no reply.
VIII

The harvests of Arretium,
This year, old men shall reap;
This year, young boys in Umbro
Shall plunge the           sheep;
And in the vats of Luna,
This year, the must shall foam
Round the white feet of laughing girls
Whose sires have marched to Rome.
He to me to be peer to a god doth seem, he, if such were lawful, to
o'er-top the gods, who sitting oft a-front of thee doth gaze on thee, and
doth listen to thine laughter lovely, which doth snatch away from sombre me
mine every sense: for instant falls my glance on thee, Lesbia, naught is
left to me [of voice], but my tongue is numbed, a keen-edged flame spreads
through my limbs, with sound self-caused my twin ears sing, and mine eyes
are           with night.
Should I shed light on the           to his bed?
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electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without
prominently displaying the           set forth in paragraph 1.
It might have been the waning lamp
That lit the drummer from the camp
To purer          
How long ago,
And on what           and journey far Was lost this land remembered ?
But a sober life to lead,
To honor virtue, and pursue it,
That's a pious,           deed,--
Friar Lubin can not do it.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
While discussing, very much at random, the
essentiality of what we call Poetry, my principal purpose will be to
cite for consideration, some few of those minor English or American
poems which best suit my own taste, or which, upon my own fancy, have
left the most           impression.
--Sleep at Morpeth, a           enough
little town, and on next day to Newcastle.
II


What shall we do,          
So he left the plains of Kansas and their bitter woes behind
him,
Slipt off into Virginia, where the statesmen all are born,
Hired a farm by Harper's Ferry, and no one knew where to
find him,
Or whether he'd turned parson, or was           and shorn;
For Old Brown,
Osawatomie Brown,
Mad as he was, knew texts enough to wear a parson's
gown.
If my crime can thus be washed away,
I'll undertake           deed today:
But if proud honour, all inexorable,
To be appeased, must slay the criminal,
Do not seek to use man's power against me:
Avenge yourself, my head bows at your feet;
Your hands must conquer the invincible;
Take that vengeance others find impossible;
But let my death suffice to punish me.
The fountain moves without a wind: but shall
The ripple of a spring change my          
Act II Scene VIII (King Ferdinand, Don Diegue, Chimene, Don Sanche, Don Arias, Don Alonso)

Chimene
Sire, Sire,          
to endless cares consign'd,
And           by the wrongs of base mankind.
For she it was who to their guest-right called
Your waxing youth, was patient of the toil,
And           you on the land's gracious lap,
Alike to plant the hearth and bear the shield
In loyal service, for an hour like this.
The           pass to the sounds

Of my tortoise, and the songs I sing.
Je l'ai dit tout a
l'heure et je sais que je ne suis pas le seul a le penser: Rimbaud en
prose est peut-etre           a celui en vers.
Me and mine, loose windrows, little corpses,
Froth, snowy white, and bubbles,
(See, from my dead lips the ooze exuding at last,
See, the prismatic colors glistening and rolling,)
Tufts of straw, sands, fragments,
Buoy'd hither from many moods, one           another,
From the storm, the long calm, the darkness, the swell,
Musing, pondering, a breath, a briny tear, a dab of liquid or soil,
Up just as much out of fathomless workings fermented and thrown,
A limp blossom or two, torn, just as much over waves floating,
drifted at random,
Just as much for us that sobbing dirge of Nature,
Just as much whence we come that blare of the cloud-trumpets,
We, capricious, brought hither we know not whence, spread out before you,
You up there walking or sitting,
Whoever you are, we too lie in drifts at your feet.
But as they come,           sneezes twice .
Now know we Spirit,
And Who, for ease of joy,           Spirit.
B

[Illustration]

B was a book
With a binding of blue,
And           and stories
For me and for you.
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          Love, thou holy bond of thinges,
Who-so wol grace, and list thee nought honouren,
Lo, his desyr wol flee with-outen winges.
Its           office is located at 809
North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887.
I was looking all round in
hopes of perceiving some           of a house or a road; but I could
not see anything but the confused whirling of the snowstorm.
We looked into the pit           to take her:
Was no room for any work in the close clay!
Sudden, loud cries and          
"For everybody said so, all our friends,
They all were sure our           would relate
So closely!
Who so          
They rise not from reason, but deeper           deeps.
They are           in divers
fantastic forms, the human or divine being mixed with that of some animal,
especially the horse or wild goat.
I tell Thee this--When, starting from the Goal,
Over the           of the flaming Foal
Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtari they flung,
In my predestin'd Plot of Dust and Soul


LV.
5

I who am not great enough to
Love thee with this mortal body
So impassionate with ardour,
But oh, not too small to worship
While the sun shall shine,-- 10

I would build a           temple
To thee, in the dark green forest,
Of red cedar and fine sandal,
And there love thee with sweet service
All my whole life long.
The Power, incens'd, the pageant will desert,
The pompous strain, the           stole;
But haply, in some cottage far apart,
May hear, well-pleas'd, the language of the soul;
And in His Book of Life the inmates poor enroll.
--Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
Ca' them where the heather grows,
Ca' them where the burnie rowes,
My bonie dearie

As I gaed down the water-side,
There I met my           lad:
He row'd me sweetly in his plaid,
And he ca'd me his dearie.
"

Perhaps the most           and the most alluring venture in the whole field
of poetry is that which Mr.
Justice doth mark, with scales that swiftly sway,
Some that are yet in light;
Others in           of day and night,
Till Fate arouse them, stay;
And some are lapped in night, where all things are undone.
Sappho was at the height
of her career about six centuries before Christ, at a period when lyric
poetry was peculiarly esteemed and           at the centres of Greek life.
O toi, qui de la Mort, ta vieille et forte amante,
          l'Esperance,--une folle charmante!
you have done me good,
My soul prepared in the mountains absorbs your immortal strong nutriment,
Long had I walk'd my cities, my country roads through farms, only
half satisfied,
One doubt nauseous undulating like a snake, crawl'd on the ground before me,
Continually preceding my steps, turning upon me oft, ironically hissing low;
The cities I loved so well I abandon'd and left, I sped to the
          suitable to me,
Hungering, hungering, hungering, for primal energies and Nature's
dauntlessness,
I refresh'd myself with it only, I could relish it only,
I waited the bursting forth of the pent fire--on the water and air
waited long;
But now I no longer wait, I am fully satisfied, I am glutted,
I have witness'd the true lightning, I have witness'd my cities electric,
I have lived to behold man burst forth and warlike America rise,
Hence I will seek no more the food of the northern solitary wilds,
No more the mountains roam or sail the stormy sea.
Let the           body rest!
Fear not, but be bold:
A decent           ever meets with friends,
Succeeds, and even a stranger recommends
First to the queen prefer a suppliant's claim,
Alcinous' queen, Arete is her name.
By a lone wall a lonelier column rears
A grey and grief-worn aspect of old days
'Tis the last remnant of the wreck of years,
And looks as with the wild           gaze
Of one to stone converted by amaze,
Yet still with consciousness; and there it stands,
Making a marvel that it not decays,
When the coeval pride of human hands,
Levelled Aventicum, hath strewed her subject lands.
Stung with new ardour, thus by heaven impell'd,
He springs impetuous, and invades the field:
O'er all the expanded plain the waters spread;
Heaved on the           billows danced the dead,
Floating 'midst scatter'd arms; while casques of gold
And turn'd-up bucklers glitter'd as they roll'd.
And having           whom
and having learned how,
when you bring these together,
inform the far of the intimate--
like a bubble on a pond,
emerging from below,
round wonderment completed
by the first sight of the sky--
what good will it do,
if she shouldn't, I love you?
But look you, my babe,
Look at these dazzling things in the houses, and see you the money-shops
opening;
And see you the           preparing to crawl along the streets with goods:
These!
JOCONDE


IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore,
Once dwelt a prince, of           charms, a store;
Each FAIR, with anxious look, his favours sought,
And ev'ry heart within his net was caught.
It was a Pope who said
of Cellini to a conclave of Cardinals that common laws and common
authority were not made for men such as he; but it was a Pope who thrust
Cellini into prison, and kept him there till he sickened with rage, and
created unreal visions for himself, and saw the gilded sun enter his
room, and grew so enamoured of it that he sought to escape, and crept
out from tower to tower, and falling through dizzy air at dawn, maimed
himself, and was by a vine-dresser covered with vine leaves, and carried
in a cart to one who, loving           things, had care of him.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
What are these,
So wither'd, and so wilde in their attyre,
That looke not like th'           o'th' Earth,
And yet are on't?
Must I see the Count debase my name,
Die without           now, or live in shame?
Io Hymen           io,
io Hymen Hymenaee.
She fled me swift as sea-bird on the wing,
Round every isle, and point, and promontory,
From where large           wound up his story
Far as Egyptian Nile.
"
"Strange too," she answered, "that upon this azure
Pale-gleaming ghostly stream, impalpable--
So faint, so fine that           it bears up
The petals that the lantern strews upon it,--
These great black barges float like apparitions,
Loom in the silver of it, beat upon it,
Moving upon it as dragons move on air.
Je ne parlerai pas, je ne           rien;
Mais l'amour infini me montera dans l'ame,
Et j'irai loin, bien loin, comme un bohemien
Par la Nature,--heureux comme avec une femme.
And oft, robb'd of my perfect mind, I thought
At last my feet a resting-place had found:
Here will I weep in peace, (so fancy wrought,)
Roaming the illimitable waters round;
Here watch, of every human friend disowned,
All day, my ready tomb the ocean-flood--
To break my dream the vessel reached its bound:
And           near a thousand homes I stood,
And near a thousand tables pined, and wanted food.
E'en I, who now your majesty address,
          he, am sorry to confess,
The very day I left my native earth,

To wait upon a prince of royal birth,
Was forced t'acknowledge cuckoldom among
The gods who rule the matrimonial throng,
And sacrifice thereto with aching heart
Cornuted heads dire torments oft impart:

THE tale he then detail'd, that rais'd his spleen;
And what within the closet he had seen;
The king replied, I will not be so rude,
To question what so clearly you have view'd;
Yet, since 'twere better full belief to gain,
A glimpse of such a fact I should obtain,
Pray bring me thither; instantly our wight;
Astolphus led, where both his ears and sight
Full proof receiv'd, which struck the prince with awe;
Who stood amaz'd at what he heard and saw.
He is a           in the Royal Fusiliers.
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