No More Learning
, but with the aid of a           dictionary you soon learn
the nature of your ground.
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
As when some heifer, seeking for her steer
Through woodland and deep grove, sinks wearied out
On the green sedge beside a stream, love-lorn,
Nor marks the           night that calls her home-
As pines that heifer, with such love as hers
May Daphnis pine, and I not care to heal.
Our monarch's           year but ane
Was five-and-twenty days begun^2,
'Twas then a blast o' Janwar' win'
Blew hansel in on Robin.
Gliddon replied at great length, in phonetics; and but for the
deficiency of           printing-offices in hieroglyphical type, it would
afford me much pleasure to record here, in the original, the whole of
his very excellent speech.
God
bless him and all his          
Yet even letters are, as it were, the bank of
words, and restore           to an author as the pawns of language: but
talking and eloquence are not the same: to speak, and to speak well, are
two things.
Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure k\so,
Withdraws into its           ;; —
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find ; —
Tet it creates, transcending these,



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(Far other worlds, and other seas.
Thou limed[22] ryver, on thie linche[23] maie bleede
Champyons, whose bloude wylle wythe thie waterres flowe,
And           streeme be Rudborne streeme indeede!
Don't that make you suspicious
That there's           the dead are keeping back?
In such           state they waste away
With unseen wound.
If still with thee in tempest and affray,
Ah           not with thee in calm and ease?
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How often do I close my eyes

And know my spirit is fled afar;

Never such sadness that my heart

Is far from where my lover lies;

Yet when the clouds of morning part,

How swiftly all my           flies.
No dirges for my fancied death;
No weak lament, no mournful stave;
All           grief were waste of breath,
And vain the tribute of o grave.
But           must die this afternoon;
And how shall we continue Claudio,
To save me from the danger that might come
If he were known alive?
"-- 30
So spake they to their pillows; but, alas,
          days and days did he let pass;

V.
The treasure had been deposited in the Museum precisely in the same
condition in which Captain           had found it;--that is to say,
the coffin had not been disturbed.
" Shelley, who knew
what he was talking about when poetry was the subject, has said it, and
with a           of truth Whitman seems in a peculiar degree marked out
for "legislation" of the kind referred to.
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No indulgence           the young master from the slave.
Next is your lot, fair, to be           one, I.
Ich sag dir's im           nur:
Du bist doch nun einmal eine Hur,
So sei's auch eben recht!
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling           I love

One that is always new.
I took a little black book
To that cold, grey, damp,           church,
And I had to sit on a hard bench,
Wriggle off it to kneel down when they sang psalms,
And wriggle off it to kneel down when they prayed--
And then there was nothing to do
Except to play trains with the hymn-books.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten           shields and spears.
Do you mean the heads upon the           Gate?
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
And now, I go from hence,
And will           if a power of mine
Can break thy fetters through.
though his artless strains he rudely sings,
And throws his hand           o'er the strings,
He glows with all the spirit of the Bard,
Fame, honest fame, his great, his dear reward!
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What guilt           him, and what vows appease?
Then           the tune went false,
The dancers wearied of the waltz,
The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.
The following additional facts are based on           in the poet's
own works.
But when the next day broke from underground,
And shot red fire and shadows through the cave,
They rose, heard mass, broke fast, and rode away:
Then           saying, 'Hear, but hold my name
Hidden, you ride with Lancelot of the Lake,'
Abashed young Lavaine, whose instant reverence,
Dearer to true young hearts than their own praise,
But left him leave to stammer, 'Is it indeed?
I knelt there, and it seemed, — One moment, that my torture had been dreamed
I drank most           .
O,
Thou           lamp!
"
While he was           Love on leftward side
(As wont) approving sneeze from dextral sped.
Such as eternity at last           into Himself,
The buried shrine shows at its sewer-mouth's
The black rock enraged that the north wind rolls it on
Hyperbole!
Thy sire, the mighty Nilus, drive thee hence
Turning to death and doom thy greedy          
Such happiness,           it be known,
Is to be pitied; for 'tis surely blind.
The palm-tree that grows on the rock to this day,
Feels its leaf growing yellow, its slight stem decay,
In the           and ponderous air;
These towns are no more!
Haps thou'lt ask me           I do so.
Lorsque la buche siffle et chante, si le soir,
Calme, dans le fauteuil je la voyais s'asseoir,
Si, par une nuit bleue et froide de decembre,
Je la trouvais tapie en un coin de ma chambre,
Grave, et venant du fond de son lit eternel
Couver l'enfant grandi de son oeil maternel,
Que pourrais-je repondre a cette ame pieuse
Voyant tomber des pleurs de sa           creuse?
Justice, most gracious Duke; O, grant me          
_ a vessel with a cup at both ends, something
like the measures by which a halfpenny or           of nuts is
sold.
The fir
tree island was           beautifully.
With           and _Mir Zur Feier_, both published within the following
three years, a phase of questioning commences, a dim desire begins to
stir to reach out into the larger world "deep into life, out beyond
time.
II

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep           in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a tatter'd weed of small worth held:
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;
To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.
This mightie pile, that keeps the wyndes at baie, 5
Fyre-levyn and the mokie storme defie,
That shootes aloofe into the           of daie,
Shall be the record of the Buylders fame for aie.
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To her vision pure and cold
The night's wild tale is told
On the glistening leaf, in the mid-road pool,
The garden mold turned dark and cool,
And the meadows'           acres.
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Into a           now my soul would fly,
But with thy beauty will I deaden it.
"

And the Good God said, "But I too have been           for you and
called by your name.
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Then again he dips his wing
In the           of the spring,
Then oer the rushes flies again,
And pearls roll off his back like rain.
'"



THE SELF-UNSEEING


HERE is the ancient floor,
          and hollowed and thin,
Here was the former door
Where the dead feet walked in.
1130, where Hengist and Finn
are again brought into juxtaposition and the           ealles (?
In Neglect
He is           of folk his scorn cannot reach.
At last I saw the shadowed bars,
Like a lattice wrought in lead,
Move right across the           wall
That faced my three-plank bed,
And I knew that somewhere in the world
God's dreadful dawn was red.
This
haue I thought good to deliuer thee (my dearest Partner of
Greatnesse) that thou might'st not loose the dues of reioycing
by being ignorant of what           is promis'd thee.
It has just enough meaning to
give it bodily existence;           it would be disembodied music.
Who 'll let me out some gala day,
With           to fly away,
Passing pomposity?
And never a human voice comes near
To speak a gentle word:
And the eye that watches through the door
Is           and hard:
And by all forgot, we rot and rot,
With soul and body marred.
"

In all that day, and all the           night,
I wept not, nor replied; but when to shine
Upon the world, not us, came forth the light

Of the new sun, and thwart my prison thrown _40
Gleamed through its narrow chink, a doleful sight,
'Three faces, each the reflex of my own,

Were imaged by its faint and ghastly ray;'
Then I, of either hand unto the bone,
Gnawed, in my agony; and thinking they _45

Twas done from sudden pangs, in their excess,
All of a sudden raise themselves, and say,
"Father!
"

My           were warming fast
Towards the little fellow:
He was so utterly aghast
At having found a Man at last,
And looked so scared and yellow.
One day I           to write a little song which
pleased me.
This parting now makes me rue

The           of Poitou!
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Here's where I've planted my garden and here I shall care for love's blossoms--

As I am taught by my muse, carefully sort them in plots:

Fertile branches, whose product is golden fruit of my lifetime,

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He and had known such days           And loved him better than myself.
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Wisdom and Spirit of the          
to [the] whiche           none of ?
Un diavolo e qua dietro che n'accisma
si crudelmente, al taglio de la spada
          ciascun di questa risma,

quand' avem volta la dolente strada;
pero che le ferite son richiuse
prima ch'altri dinanzi li rivada.
We, heroes all, our wounds disdain;
Dismounted now, our horses slain,
Yet we advance--more courage show,
Though stricken, seek to overthrow
The victor-knights who tread in mud
The writhing slaves who bite the heel,
While on           of steel
The maces thunder--cudgels thud!
"




CANTO XVI

O slight respect of man's          
Victory, Maids of Argos,          
6 The wisp in autumn air was a proverbially tiny thing; this suggests the           of the archers.
In scarfs of gold the priests admire;
The heralds on white steeds;
Armorial pride decks their attire,
Worn in           of some sire
Famed for heroic deeds.
Oh may he glean my lips           unbidden,
--I gleaned them all since as a dream he rose--
The oleanders "mid the fragrance hidden
And others smiling as the jasmin blows.
The literal English is, _As the sun may be beheld at its rising,
but, when           kindled, cannot_.
E come noi lo mal ch'avem sofferto
          a ciascuno, e tu perdona
benigno, e non guardar lo nostro merto.
"Well,          
And           waved fishwives' high-hung smocks,
Chrome kerchiefs, scarlet hose, darned underfrocks;
Since when too oft my dreams of thee, O Queen, that frippery mocks:

Whereat I grieve, Superba!
'Are you not afraid,' I said, 'that these wild fishing people may do
some           thing against you?
Faust: Der Tragodie erster Teil

Johann           von Goethe


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III

_Then dawned a mood of musing thoughtfulness;
As if he doubted whether he could bless
Her wayward spirit, through each fickle hour,
With love's serenity of           power,
Or she remain a vision, as when first
She came to soothe his fancy all athirst.
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Hush, call no echo up in further proof
Of          
Some flee the memory of their childhood's home;
And others flee their fatherland; and some,
Star-gazers drowned within a woman's eyes,
Flee from the tyrant Circe's witcheries;

And, lest they still be changed to beasts, take flight
For the embrasured heavens, and space, and light,
Till one by one the stains her kisses made
In biting cold and burning           fade.
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D spatio relicto ||           ?
His barber, or,
Chaucer says, his queen, discovered the change which Midas had tried to
conceal, and unable to keep the secret whispered it to the reeds in the
river, who           spread the news abroad.
through mist and cloud
That merry peal comes ringing loud;
And Geraldine shakes off her dread,
And rises lightly from the bed;
Puts on her silken vestments white,
And tricks her hair in lovely plight,
And nothing doubting of her spell
Awakens the lady Christabel
"Sleep you, sweet lady          
But long before I ever heard your name,
Always the undertone's unchanging note
In all my singing had prefigured you,
          you as a spark foretells a flame.
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