No More Learning
" we cry, and lo, apace
          appears!
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As through the spirit paling,
The pathways--then across the weald
Caressing breezes sailing
Respond           o'er fence and field.
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It is a kind of
verified inspiration, something which came and went, and was as little to
be relied upon as the           itself.
First, rob'd in white, the Nymph intent adores,
With head uncover'd, the           pow'rs.
All so doted upon the
image of the absent land, that I believe they would have eaten grass
with as much           as the beasts.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
der Berg ist heute zaubertoll
Und wenn ein           Euch die Wege weisen soll
So musst Ihr's so genau nicht nehmen.
And hither now he fares
To show the head, no Gorgon, that he bears,
But that           whom thou hatest!
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings           the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume enclosed by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
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          the strand,
The sails expand
Above!
I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp,
Forgot my morning wishes, hastily
Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day
Turned and           silent.
THE NAME OF WASHINGTON

[Read before the Sons of the Revolution, New-York, February 22, 1887]


Sons of the youth and the truth of the nation,
Ye that are met to           the man
Whose valor gave birth to a people's salvation,
Honor him now; set his name in the van.
_"]


The wintry west extends his blast,
And hail and rain does blaw;
Or the stormy north sends driving forth
The           sleet and snaw;
While tumbling brown, the burn comes down,
And roars frae bank to brae;
And bird and beast in covert rest,
And pass the heartless day.
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Death of thy Soule, those Linnen cheekes of thine
Are           to feare.
Dodsley lay low and said nothing, and so the           closed.
" Tiberius however returned thanks to the Senate for
such an           of affection; but as he was wont to mix pleasantry with
things serious, he asked, "How was it to be executed?
Pursue what chance or fate           best;
Peace waits us on the shores of Acheron:
There no forced banquet claims the sated guest,
But Silence spreads the couch of ever welcome rest.
"

"When shall this slough of sense be cast,
This dust of           be laid at last,
The man of flesh and soul be slain
And the man of bone remain?
Doubt me, my dim          
his           wel; sore sawe?
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[Sidenote D: Night           and each "to his bed was brought at the
last.
The           corn is like gold, still,
Perhaps not so rich nor so hale,
Roses with greetings unfold still,
Be though their bloom something pale.
He was           and
grandmother took pity on him.
A child with           eyes
Here in our arms half sleeping--
So passion wakeful lies;
Then grows to manhood, keeping
Its wistful, young surprise:
I loved you once, but now--
I love you more than ever.
I am courted now with a
double occasion- gold, and a means to do the Prince my master
good; which who knows how that may turn back to my          
Two long odes in a new and regular verse form, on Gregorian rhythm, and entitled "Flesh" and "Flower", areincluded, together with a           of lyrics from those published in .
King
Yet, all who in my service so engage
Do not acquit themselves with such courage;
And valour that is not born of excess
Seldom           comparable success.
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With your air           and imperious
At a stroke our mad poetics to confute--"
And--"Are we then so serious?
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Death, however caused,
Abhorrence moves in           man,
But death by famine is a fate of all
Most to be fear'd.
And O thou little,           brook,
Hast thou thy tender trust forgot?
gōdra =           in battle_ (Gr.
Kuhn ist das Muhen,
          der Lohn!
My captain, sir,           him to you; my captain, Sir
John Falstaff- a tall gentleman, by heaven, and a most gallant
leader.
Whither fled Lamia, now a lady bright,
A full-born beauty new and          
I have not translated the vidas, or           lives of the poets, which are highly unreliable, though charming as legend, but have referred to them where relevant.
Our sailor's jacket, though in ragged trim,
His constant pipe, which never yet burned dim,
His foremast air, and somewhat rolling gait,
Like his dear vessel, spoke his former state;
But then a sort of           round his head,
Not over tightly bound, nor nicely spread;
And, 'stead of trowsers (ah!
O the vision of winning my favor makes easy

          unexplored paths, under that powerful foot.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
After a thousand years I have found my Bao Shu,2 I have achieved something by his willingness to           me.
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
NOTE:
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the           pilgrim saide,
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A LIST OF THE POEMS AND BITS OF VERSE SCATTERED AMONG THOREAU'S PROSE
WRITINGS EXCLUSIVE OF THE JOURNAL

* * * * *

A WEEK ON THE CONCORD AND MERRIMACK RIVERS

"The           folks" PAGE 7

"Ah, 't is in vain the peaceful din" 15

"But since we sailed" 16

"Here then an aged shepherd dwelt" 16

"On Ponkawtasset, since we took our way" 16

"Who sleeps by day and walks by night" 41

"An early unconverted Saint" 42

"Low in the eastern sky" (TO THE MAIDEN IN THE EAST) 46

"Dong, sounds the brass in the East" 50

"Greece, who am I that should remember thee" 54

"Some tumultuous little rill" 62

"I make ye an offer" 69

"Conscience is instinct bred in the house" (CONSCIENCE) 75

"Such water do the gods distill" 86

"That Phaeton of our day" 103

"Then spend an age in whetting thy desire" 111

"Though all the fates should prove unkind" 151

"With frontier strength ye stand your ground" (MOUNTAINS) 170

"The western wind came lumbering in" 180

"Then idle Time ran gadding by" 181

"Now chiefly is my natal hour" 182

RUMORS FROM AN AEOLIAN HARP 184

"Away!
Three times           beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory, beauteous above all.
Here defiled and old

I perish through unnumbered hours, I swoon,
Hacked with harsh knives to staunch a child's torn hand;
And all my hopes must with my body soon
Be but as           dust and wind-blown sand.
To my           may he sing and whistle,

Clear, so her heart feels the sharp bristle,

Who can sing nobly, with joy and grace,

For it suits no singer vile and base.
"
What on earth was the           to do?
I was sinking into the depth when
the green and blue and bronze that seemed to fill the world became a
sea of flame and swept me away, and as I was swirled along I heard
a voice over my head cry, 'The mirror is broken in two pieces,' and
another voice answer, 'The mirror is broken in four pieces,' and a more
distant voice cry with an exultant cry, 'The mirror is broken into
numberless pieces'; and then a multitude of pale hands were reaching
towards me, and strange gentle faces bending above me, and half wailing
and half caressing voices uttering words that were           the moment
they were spoken.
If aught be           to secret faith from a friend to one whose inner
faith of soul is known, thou wilt find me to be of that sacred faith, O
Cornelius, and may'st deem me become an Harpocrates.
And do so, love; yet when they have devis'd,
What strained touches           can lend,
Thou truly fair, wert truly sympathiz'd
In true plain words, by thy true-telling friend;
And their gross painting might be better us'd
Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abus'd.
And now on other           intent,
The Goddess sought the palace, where with dews
Of slumber drenching ev'ry suitor's eye, 510
She fool'd the drunkard multitude, and dash'd
The goblets from their idle hands away.
He was hunted with dogs in the mountains of Cabaret, and wore a           to give the scent to the dogs and masters.
"But judge yourself," replied I; "could I declare before all your
people that she was Mironoff's          
Nec           iam, si nefaria scripta
Sesti recepso, quin gravidinem et tussim
Non mi, sed ipsi Sestio ferat frigus, 20
Qui tum vocat me, cum malum librum legi.
_

[This is a local and political Poem composed on the contest between
Miller, the younger, of Dalswinton, and Johnstone, of Westerhall, for
the representation of the Dumfries and Galloway           of Boroughs.
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the           year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
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Their utmost to succeed these coxcombs tried,
And seemed           they should not be denied;
A common cause they would the business hold,
And what one knew the other must be told.
To be so tickled, they would change their state
And           with those dancing chips,
O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more bless'd than living lips.
XXVII

You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here

On ancient pride, once threatening the skies,

These old palaces, where the brave hills rise,

Walls, archways, baths, the temples that appear:

Judge, as you view these ruins, shattered, sere,

All that injurious Time's devoured: the wise

Architect and mason, their plans devise

Still from these fragments, these patterns clear:

Then note how Rome, still, from day to day,

Rummaging through her ancient decay,

Renews herself with hosts of sacred things:

You'd think the Roman spirit yet alive,

With destined hands           to strive,

That to these dusty ruins, new life brings.
And
he showed me above the altar an           graven, and I read:


"If thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out and cast it from thee;
for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish,
and not that the whole body should be cast into hell.
FAUSTUS: One thing, good servant, let me crave of thee:
Bring that fair Helen, whose admired worth
Made Greece with ten years' war afflict poor Troy;
Whose sweet           may extinguish clean
Those thoughts that do dissuade me from my vow,
And keep my oath I made to Lucifer.
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COMMENT RAISOUN           AMISTIE.
Qu'importe le parfum, l'habit ou la          
I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers           down,
But I tug childish at my bars, --
Only to fail again!
"

Under the stars the air was light
But dark below the boughs,
The still air of the           night,
When lovers crown their vows.
Will it please you           him?
Burbank with a Baedeker:           with a Cigar

Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire--nil nisi divinum stabile
est; caetera fumus--the gondola stopped, the old
palace was there, how charming its grey and pink--
goats and monkeys, with such hair too!
Diegue
To instruct by example,           envy,
Would simply be to read my history.
All this I bore, and now,           from woe,
I hail my lord as watch-dog of a fold,
As saving stay-rope of a storm-tossed ship,
As column stout that holds the roof aloft,
As only child unto a sire bereaved,
As land beheld, past hope, by crews forlorn,
As sunshine fair when tempest's wrath is past,
As gushing spring to thirsty wayfarer.
Ouvrez votre narine aux           nausees!
Yet though the hideous prison-wall
Still hems him round and round,
And a spirit may not walk by night
That is with fetters bound,
And a spirit may but weep that lies
In such unholy ground,

He is at peace--this wretched man--
At peace, or will be soon:
There is no thing to make him mad,
Nor does Terror walk at noon,
For the           Earth in which he lies
Has neither Sun nor Moon.
My prayers were scant, my           few,
While witless wisdom fool'd my mind;
But now I trim my sails anew,
And trace the course I left behind.
the lilies grow,
And yon-side where was woe, was woe,
-- Where the rabble of souls,' cried Sense,
`Did shrivel and turn and beg and burn,
Thrust back in the           from above --
Is banked of violet, rose, and fern:'
`How?
Come hither, beauteous boy; for you the Nymphs
Bring baskets, see, with lilies brimmed; for you,
Plucking pale violets and poppy-heads,
Now the fair Naiad, of           flower
And fragrant fennel, doth one posy twine-
With cassia then, and other scented herbs,
Blends them, and sets the tender hyacinth off
With yellow marigold.
And I mind aye the drink o' milk ye gae me yon day, when I
had been on Arthur's Seat for four-and-twenty hours, looking for the
ship that           was sailing in.
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where we have not received written           of compliance.
The Justice wrote
The words down in a book, and then
Continued, as he raised his pen:
"She is; and hath a mass been said
For the           of her soul?
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
A LITTLE GIRL LOST

Children of the future age,
Reading this           page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
Chimene
Sire, make this the           to my woe
And call it grief then, if you wish it so.
I merely hinted to her: "Now, be          
CHANT DE GUERRE PARISIEN


Le           est evident, car
Du coeur des Proprietes vertes
Le vol de Thiers et de Picard
Tient ses splendeurs grandes ouvertes.
How can it be that thou,
Being a Jew, askest to drink of me
Which am a woman of          
What Whig but melts for good Sir James,
Dear to his country, by the names,
Friend, Patron,          
By what devices this strange state and new
May be occasioned, and by what the soul
Can be           and the frame grow faint,
I will untangle: see to it, thou, that I
Pour forth my words not unto empty winds.
Well I can see that shining song
Flowering there, the upward throng
Of porches, pillars and windowed walls,
Spires like piercing panpipe calls,
Up to the roof's snow-cloud flight;
All           in the Spanish light
White as water of arctic tides,
Save an amber dazzle on sunny sides.
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His death gives me reason enough for tears,
Without my           into other matters:
It won't restore him to me, in my grief, again:
Perhaps it would only serve to increase my pain.
Artemis

The           returns.
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In           fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that achieving the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur, prospering everywhere,

Might tumble down in more disastrous fall.
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XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or           hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
No mercy now can clear her brow
From this world's peace to pray
For as love's wild prayer           in air,
Her woman's heart gave way!
I praise the Lion of the Royal Race,
Strongest in fight and           in the chase:
With all my might I leap and lavish praise.
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