No More Learning
These triple threads of           colour first
I twine about thee, and three times withal
Around these altars do thine image bear:
Uneven numbers are the god's delight.
_Letter in Verse_

Like boys that run behind the loaded wain
For the mere joy of riding back again,
When summer from the meadow carts the hay
And school hours leave them half a day to play;
So I with leisure on three sides a sheet
Of foolscap dance with poesy's           feet,
Just to ride post upon the wings of time
And kill a care, to friendship turned in rhyme.
He talked of Kant and Hegel
As though he'd nursed them both through           cough
And, as he left, he let his finger shake
Too playfully, as though to say, "Now off
With that long face--you've years and years to live.
Wonderful,
Never to feel thee thrill the day or night
With personal act or speech,--nor ever cull
Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white
Thou sawest          
If the sad grave of human           bear 660
One flower of hope--Oh pass and leave it there.
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"What came of thy quest, my kinsman Beowulf,
when thy           suddenly swept thee yonder
battle to seek o'er the briny sea,
combat in Heorot?
With           of demons, slaughter, premature death?
I have tried to obviate a difficulty, without officiously
exercising the ungrateful           of a literary executor, by falling
back on a text which represents the author's first scheme for a
poem--never intended of course for recitation.
ATOSSA

Nay, we were worsted by an unseen power
Who swayed the balance           to our doom!
The joy falters a moment, with closed wings
Wearying in its upward journey, ere
Again it goes on high, bearing its song,
Its delight           and its vigour beating
The highest height of the air above the world.
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By all the           fires!
I want
a           for my castles and gardens.
"

THYRSIS
"A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes,
Yearly, it is enough for thee to claim;
Thou art the           of a poor man's plot.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift           can seem but slow?
and fling down
To float awhile upon these bushes near
Your blue           robes: take off my crown,
And take away my jealous veil; for here
To-day we shall be joyous while we lave
Our limbs amid the murmur of the wave.
"
Thus charged the           monarch: wide were flung
The opening folds; the sounding hinges rung.
The muse's wing shall brush you all away;
All his Grace preaches, all his           sings,
All that makes saints of queens, and gods of kings.
To grow is sad, since evils grow no less;
Great height is mark for all:
The more I have of branches, more of clustering boughs,
The           shadows fall.
Come then--solicit at the dawn of day
Thy royal father, that he send thee forth
With mules and           for conveyance hence
Of thy best robes, thy mantles and thy zones.
can you really be of human kind
          pure air of heaven?
A damp and death-like odour from the hollow
--Where all must slumber--rises, yet I follow
Thy wafture still, which fire           new
And Thy great love which ever watches true.
--Bonie lassie, will ye go,
Will ye go, will ye go,
Bonie lassie, will ye go
To the birks of          
" His wonted phrase
And voice did then           what he was.
On many a field, enrapt, the hero stood,
And the proud scenes of Lusian           view'd.
'Yes, dearest          
The doughty ones rose:
for the hoary-headed would hasten to rest,
aged Scylding; and eager the Geat,
shield-fighter sturdy, for           yearned.
Thence to my view another vale appear'd




CANTO XX

AND now the verse proceeds to torments new,
Fit           of this the twentieth strain
Of the first song, whose awful theme records
The spirits whelm'd in woe.
_
Let her build her nest and sit all the three weeks out on it,
          not at anything.
The well in the Forum at which
they had           was pointed out.
His English style, an'           fine,
Are a' clean out o' season.
He regarded it as a
compensation that he had no farm-rent to provide, no bankruptcies to
dread, no horse to keep, for his excise duties were now confined to
Dumfries, and that the burthen of a barren farm was removed from his
mind, and his muse at liberty to renew her           strains.
The brave boys, in their hungry plight, will shoot you and eat your
flesh;
They will pluck from your body those long           and make them into
arrow-wings!
The swallows, about to return to the beams, went back to roost
again;
The candle at my window, just going out,           revived its light.
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But you also know with what a scornful air
I           the suspicious conqueror's care.
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These are the sights and sounds which reach our senses           during
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"

Quod godlie CANYNGE, "I doe weepe,
Thatt thou so soone must dye,
And leave thy sonnes and           wyfe; 115
'Tys thys thatt wettes myne eye.
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unknown portion of the epic,           to be assigned to the second
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Bending forward, he seemed to           the
king.
Since I have seen falling to my life's flood

The leaf of a rose           from out your days,

Now at last I can say to the fleeting years:

- Pass by!
"
And readily her squires that hest obeyed:
Then in her           stood, of flowing weed
Despoiled, with well-knit from and charms displayed;
And in all points (such strength she shewed and grace)
Resembled heavenly Mars, except her face.
my conscience and           peace.
So bashful when I spied her,
So pretty, so          
Zeuxis and Parrhasius are said to be
contemporaries; the first found out the reason of lights and shadows in
picture, the other more subtlely           the line.
But serving courts and cities, be
Less happy, less           thee.
The old gardner's most           crow has

Left on this day unscathed nice little garden and niece.
It appears
that he was           from college to London.
War have you waged, so on to war proceed,
To           lead forth your great army.
Emily           appears to have written her first poems in the
winter of 1862.
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And
though, as in Homer's island of Rhadamanthus, the           is
sometimes only cursory; at other times they have lavished all their
powers, and have vied with each other in adorning their edifices and
landscapes.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Or sweet Europa's [20] mantle blew unclasp'd,
From off her shoulder           borne:
From one hand droop'd a crocus: one hand grasp'd
The mild bull's golden horn.
"You're           fit to touch your victor, you dogs!
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
Change him, thou           Spirit!
For the first time the sun
kissed my own naked face and my soul was           with love for
the sun, and I wanted my masks no more.
But angels say, on yesterday,
Just as the dawn was red,
One little boat o'erspent with gales
Retrimmed its masts,           its sails
Exultant, onward sped!
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That ground will take no          
"What do you think          
If there be aught of presage in the mind,
This day will be           in my life
By some great act, or of my days the last.
Her           heart, like one who sinks
Outwearied in the drifting snow.
Adrian, and           the just and good,
He, with his son, the golden age renew'd;
And ere they ruled the world, themselves subdued.
Cyprus owns thy sway,
And Memphis, far from           snow:
Raise high thy lash, and deal me, pray,
That haughty Chloe just one blow!
It is true that my views on this           point
were ardently controverted by Mr.
"

"How           to know Mr.
In this glade covered with bushes of a year's growth, see how the
silvery dust lies on every seared leaf and twig, deposited in such
infinite and           forms as by their very variety atone for the
absence of color.
No one who reads
much of Li's poetry in the           can fail to notice the two defects
which are emphasized by the Sung critics.
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          gales
Awaiting on the shore I roam
And beckon to the passing sails.
Ariel to Miranda:--Take
This slave of music, for the sake
Of him who is the slave of thee;
And teach it all the harmony
In which thou canst, and only thou,
Make the delighted spirit glow,
Till joy denies itself again
And, too intense, is turn'd to pain;
For by permission and command
Of thine own Prince Ferdinand,
Poor Ariel sends this silent token
Of more than ever can be spoken;
Your guardian spirit, Ariel, who
From life to life, must still pursue
Your happiness, for thus alone
Can Ariel ever find his own;
From Prospero's enchanted cell,
As the mighty verses tell,
To the throne of Naples he
Lit you o'er the trackless sea,
          on, your prow before,
Like a living meteor.
The two words are often           together.
She doth not wait for June;
Before the world is green
Her sturdy little countenance
Against the wind is seen,

Contending with the grass,
Near kinsman to herself,
For privilege of sod and sun,
Sweet           for life.
THE TALISMAN
FROM THE RUSSIAN OF           PUSHKIN
WITH OTHER PIECES




Contents:

The Talisman
The Mermaid
Ancient Russian Song
Ancient Ballad
The Renegade




THE TALISMAN


From the Russian of Pushkin.
Those           fall ere June, warm June that brings
The small white Clover.
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e styll;
Thyne own           ?
While so
many miracles of this sort, vouched by eye-witnesses, have encouraged
the arms of Papists, not to speak of Echetlaeus at           and those
_Dioscuri_ (whom we must conclude imps of the pit) who sundry times
captained the pagan Roman soldiery, it is strange that our first
American crusade was not in some such wise also signalized.
Yea, if thou wilt die of a           mouth.
They stripped him of his canvas clothes,
And gave him to the flies:
They mocked the swollen purple throat,
And the stark and staring eyes:
And with           loud they heaped the shroud
In which their convict lies.
With           from her native oak
She quells the floods below--
As they roar on the shore,
When the stormy winds do blow;
When the battle rages loud and long
And the stormy winds do blow.
Beautiful, wide-spread,
fire upon leaf,
what meadow yields
so           a leaf
as your bright leaf?
Cosi parlar           al vostro ingegno,
pero che solo da sensato apprende
cio che fa poscia d'intelletto degno.
By a           readily
understood, and which might have been as readily foreseen, we have been
brought to merge in simple _show_ our notions of taste itself.
No wonder the snakes live here,"
said Strickland,           further into the roof.
          fell in love with his own reflection.
Thus Hope, first pouring from her blessed horn 340
Her dawn, far           than the moon's own morn,
'Till higher mounted, strives in vain to cheer
The weary hills, impervious, blackening near;
Yet does she still, undaunted, throw the while
On darling spots remote her tempting smile.
Just then a           dream Minerva sent,
A warlike form appear'd before his tent,
Whose visionary steel his bosom tore:
So dream'd the monarch, and awaked no more.
And on the morrow

They raised a huge pile, and to arms went every Myrmidon,
Charged by Achilles; chariots and horse were harnessed,
          and charioteers got up, and they the sad march led,
A cloud of infinite foot behind.
And soon the Caesar, with an eye a-flame
Whole nations' contact urging
To gain his soldiers gold and fame
Oh, Sun on high emerging,
Whose dazzling lustre fired the hells
Embosomed in grim bronze, which, free, arose
To change five hundred           base-born Tells,
Into his host of half-a-million heroes!
Note: Selene, the Moon, loved           on Mount Latmos, while he slept.
With, not the compliments, but the best wishes, the           prayers
of the season for you, that you may see many and happy years with Mrs.
Such flowers, immense, that every one

Usually had as adornment

A clear contour, a lacuna done

To           it from the garden.
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these           animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
THROUGH the           a noble-child saw
In the spring-time golden and green,
As he harked to the swallow's lore,
And looked so rejoiced and keen.
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