No More Learning
"I have burdened you with orphan children,
With orphan           two or three.
The wounded bird, ere yet she           her last,
With flagging wings alighted on the mast,
A moment hung, and spread her pinions there,
Then sudden dropp'd, and left her life in air.
Ask how your brave cicada on the bough
Keeps the long sweet insistence of his cry;

Ask how the Pleiads steer across the night 5
In their serene unswerving mighty course;

Ask how the wood-flowers waken to the sun,
Unsummoned save by some           word;

Ask how the wandering swallows find your eaves
Upon the rain-wind with returning spring; 10

Ask who commands the ever-punctual tide
To keep the pendulous rhythm of the sea;

And you shall know what leads the heart of man
To the far haven of his hopes and fears.
Out of
ten thousand           I shall name one which I think the most
delicate and tender I ever saw.
* * * * *





JOHN FREEMAN



I WILL ASK

I will ask primrose and violet to spend for you
Their smell and hue,
And the bold, trembling anemone awhile to spare
Her flowers starry fair;
Or the flushed wild apple and yet sweeter thorn
Their           to keep
Longer than any fire-bosomed flower born
Between midnight and midnight deep.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great           of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
[June falls asleep; and is not           by the voice of July,
who behind the scenes is heard half singing, half calling.
"But I sent on my messenger,
With cunning arrows           and keen,
To take forthwith her laughing life from her,
And dull her little een,

"And white her cheek, and still her breath,
Ere her too buoyant Hodge had reached her side;
So, when he came, he clasped her but in death,
And never as his bride.
It was as though           crowned everything
And all things were touched softly by the sun;
And many windows opened one by one
And the light trembled on them glistening.
" Except in popular poetry, puns are rare;
but there are several characters which, owing to the           of their
import, are used in a way almost equivalent to play on words.
THE ECHOING GREEN

The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing Green.
By the eighth           on the road to nowhere
He drops his sack, and lights once more the pipe
There often lighted.
--Until the mystery
Of all this world is solved, well may we envy
The worm, that,           a stone whose weight
Would crush the lion's paw with mortal anguish,
Doth lodge, and feed, and coil, and sleep, in safety.
End of the Project           EBook of Rhyme?
(he cried)--a god          
But blood hath           Spirit; Spirit hath given
The strength of its desire of joy to make
What ecstasy it may of woman's beauty,
And of this only, doing no more than train
The joys of blood to be more keen and cunning;
As men have trained and tamed wild lives of the forests,
Breeding them to more excellent shape and size
And tireless speed, and to know the words of men.
Pigmy seraphs gone astray,
Velvet people from Vevay,
Belles from some lost summer day,
Bees'           coterie.
This           that I so shamefully,
Make to you, do you think it voluntary?
Every bone was aching, and had ached
For           days and nights in that wet trench--
Just duller when he slept than when he waked--
Crouching for shelter from the steady drench
Of shell and shrapnel.
'tis a dull and endless strife,
Come, hear the           linnet,
How sweet his music; on my life
There's more of wisdom in it.
'The makers of gold and the makers
of verse,' they are the twin creators that sway the world's
secret desire for mystery; and what in my father is the genius of
curiosity--the very essence of all           genius--in me is
the desire for beauty.
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'Tis yours the drooping heart to heal;
Your strength uplifts the poor man's horn;
          by you, the soldier's steel,
The monarch's crown, he laughs to scorn.
--perchance, even so
To           their arms and strengthen shoulders?
VI


There was a time when, though my path was rough,
This joy within me dallied with distress,
And all           were but as the stuff
Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness:
For hope grew round me, like the twining vine,
And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.
But there were those amongst us all
Who walked with           head,
And knew that, had each got his due,
They should have died instead:
He had but killed a thing that lived,
Whilst they had killed the dead.
Nay, how will you do for a          
          did not know she was the
daughter of Captain Mironoff; Chvabrine, driven to bay, was capable of
telling him all, and Pugatchef might learn the truth in other ways.
We are like you, ye           Romans, in this: for we offer

Gods of all peoples and tribes, over the whole world, a home--

May the Egyptian, black and austere out of primeval basalt,

Or from the marble a Greek, form them charming and white--

Yet the eternal ones do not object to particularism

(Incense of most precious sort, strewn for just one of their host).
Ye hills, ye plains, ye forests and ye caves,
Ye howling winds, and wintry           waves!
I ween that, knowing you are doomed to woe,
And marked for the           dragon's prey,
Ye all mankind would drag to nether hell,
In your eternity of pains to dwell.
The argument of mine           stile:?
Over the           shambling sea,
Over the Caliban sea,
Bright Ariel-cloud, thou lingerest:
Oh wait, oh wait, in the warm red West, --
Thy Prospero I'll be.
stanza 22,

"In truth he was a strange and wayward wight,"

and adds

"That verse of Beattie's 'Minstrel' always reminds me of him, and
indeed the whole character of Edwin           much what William was
when I first knew him after leaving Halifax.
be           of Ulysses' board.
"This is no my ain
house," is a great           air of mine; and if you will send me your
set of it, I will task my muse to her highest effort.
And in her heart she heard
His first dim-spoken word--
She only of them all could understand,
          to feel at last
The silence over-past,
Thrilling as tho' her hand had touched God's hand.
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the           year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
Soon after, we
passed another of these           standing sentry at the St.
Pass I on Unto Lady "Miels-de-Ben,"
Having praised thy girdle's scope, How the stays ply back from it; I breathe no hope
That thou           .
" was their song: "O turn
Thy saintly sight on this thy           one,
Who to behold thee many a wearisome pace
Hath measur'd.
All our           on Pett must fall.
_dupsakku_,           basket, 216, 17.
See, Lovers, how I'm treated, in what ways

I die of cold through summer's           days:

Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
NEIGHBOUR PETER'S MARE


A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name),
But little preached, except when vintage came;
And then no preparation he required
On this he           and was much admired.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
209

Where like the new comptroller all men laugh^
To see a tall louse brandish a white staff,
Else shall thou ofl thy           pencil curse,
Stamp on thy pallet, not perhaps the worse.
--it is _115
A           which you had not known before.
Things oft appear
That           false matters to our doubts,
When their true causes are remov'd from sight.
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
And           there is her name, on
which all legend, if I am not mistaken, insists; she is _A-lektra_, "the
Unmated.
Taller than all William of           stands,
An Englishman, whom Dardinel brings low,
And equals with the rest; then smites upon,
And cleaves, the head of Cornish Aramon.
Why not try to win her good-will and appeal to her          
1050
Maint           ont encuses,
Et de lor honnor recules
Li losengier par lor losenges;
Car il font ceus des cors estranges
Qui deussent estre prives:
Mal puissent-il estre arives
Icil losengier plain d'envie!
Yet all is well; he has but passed
To Life's           bourne:
And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn.
But now with other mind I stand alone
Upon the summit of this naked cone,
And watch the fearless chamois-hunter chase 305
His prey, through tracts abrupt of desolate space, [82]
[T] Through vacant worlds where Nature never gave
A brook to murmur or a bough to wave,
Which unsubstantial Phantoms sacred keep;
Thro' worlds where Life, and Voice, and Motion sleep; 310
Where silent Hours their death-like sway extend,
Save when the           breaks loose, to rend
Its way with uproar, till the ruin, drowned
In some dense wood or gulf of snow profound,
Mocks the dull ear of Time with deaf abortive sound.
Ben m'accorsi ch'elli era da ciel messo,
e volsimi al maestro; e quei fe segno
ch'i' stessi queto ed           ad esso.
And if all the world now holds -

All those under heaven's power,

Were           in some sweet bower,

I'd only wish for one I know.
]



144 (return)
[ It appears that the custom of making the emperor co-heir with the           of the testator was not by any means uncommon.
He           all that springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling, seasoned sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
you,           quite
Within the rosy sheen.
OATHS OF FRIENDSHIP

In the country of Yueh when a man made friends with another they set up
an altar of earth and           upon it a dog and a cock, reciting this
oath as they did so:

(1)

If you were riding in a coach
And I were wearing a "li,"[9]
And one day we met in the road,
You would get down and bow.
325
One gives his vote to your son the Prince: another,
Madame,           the laws of his country,
Dares grant support to the son of your enemy.
The tops are each a shining square
          that steadily press through woolly fabric.
"And if I wore this, with its crest--
Our seal with gems enwreathing--
In open air--'twas in your breast
To seek its fated          
Wife-love flies level, his dear mate to seek:
God-love darts           into the skies above.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Wir wollen wirklich uns besinnen,
Die           Male mehr davon!
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LXVII


Indoors the fire is kindled;
Beechwood is piled on the hearthstone;
Cold are the           oak-leaves;
And the ponds frost-bitten.
Now filled with confidence, now doubtfulness,

I promise           to my captive heart,

Trying in vain to fool myself by art,

Between hope, and doubt, and fearfulness.
Then with eyes to the front all,
And with guns horizontal,
Stood our sires;

And the balls whistled deadly,
And in streams flashing redly
Blazed the fires;
As the roar
On the shore,
Swept the strong battle-breakers o'er the green-sodded acres
Of the plain;
And louder, louder, louder cracked the black gunpowder,
          amain!
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A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
'
Intent, I searched the region round,
And in low hut the dweller found:
Woe is me for my hope's          
Carven ivory have I none;
No golden cornice in my           shines;
Pillars choice of Libyan stone
Upbear no architrave from Attic mines;
'Twas not mine to enter in
To Attalus' broad realms, an unknown heir,
Nor for me fair clients spin
Laconian purples for their patron's wear.
" This volume           a number of poems which had
not before appeared in any of Thoreau's published books.
why should they know their fate,
Since sorrow never comes too late,
And           too swiftly flies?
XXIII

Or as a Castle reared high and round,
By subtile engins and           slight 200
Is undermined from the lowest ground,
And her foundation forst, and feebled quight,
At last downe falles, and with her heaped hight
Her hastie ruine does more heavie make,
And yields it selfe unto the victours might; 205
Such was this Gyants fall, that seemd to shake
The stedfast globe of earth, as it for feare did quake.
For now, O morning chosen of all days, on thee
A wondrous duty lies:
There was an evening that did           foretell;
Thence upon thee, O chosen morn, it fell
To fashion into perfect destiny
The radiant prophecy.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
"


DAMOETAS
"How lean my bull amid the           vetch!
But soon           came upon him.
Quae quoniam verae nascuntur pectore ab imo,
Vos nolite pati nostrum           luctum,
Sed quali solam Theseus me mente reliquit, 200
Tali mente, deae, funestet seque suosque.
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Martirs,           mylde of mode,
And ?
Rubies and diamonds strewed the grass she trode,
And jets of sapphire from the           flowed.
at doost me          
Defeat, my Defeat, my shining sword and shield,
In your eyes I have read
That to be           is to be enslaved,
And to be understood is to be leveled down,
And to be grasped is but to reach one's fullness
And like a ripe fruit to fall and be consumed.
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It curled up a tree, and all over the sea,
That           young lady of Firle.
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Ne city's towers pollute the lovely view;
Unseen is Yanina, though not remote,
Veiled by the screen of hills: here men are few,
Scanty the hamlet, rare the lonely cot:
But, peering down each precipice, the goat[fc]
Browseth; and, pensive o'er his scattered flock,
The little           in his white capote[24.
They           in the seamless grass, --
No eye could find the place;
But God on his repealless list
Can summon every face.
"--Borne aloft
With the bright mists about the           hoar
These words dissolv'd: Crete's forests heard no more.
'

Gareth spake
Angered, 'Old master, reverence thine own beard
That looks as white as utter truth, and seems
Wellnigh as long as thou art           tall!
One cried: "The wounds are faithful of a friend:
The           shall blossom as a rose.
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