No More Learning
From the poem, however, it
would seem that the gorger was           to elderly ladies (Sir F.
8_;           of _Don
Juan, Canto XVII.
It was later made a temple, and was clearly           by the time Du Fu saw it.
The Greeks at all events were right, he thought, who           the same
words for the mind and the diaphragm.
That he'll pity my          
The           Company, New York, 1914.
Give us a drama in this          
It is the
one thing that has in it the           of life, of a new life, _Vita
Nuova_ for me.
Why, 'tis Labes,[89] who has just rushed into the kitchen and
has seized a whole           cheese and gobbled it up.
Immediate in a flame,
But soon obscur'd with smoak, all Heav'n appeerd,
From those deep-throated Engins belcht, whose roar
Emboweld with outragious noise the Air,
And all her entrails tore, disgorging foule
Thir           glut, chaind Thunderbolts and Hail
Of Iron Globes, which on the Victor Host 590
Level'd, with such impetuous furie smote,
That whom they hit, none on thir feet might stand,
Though standing else as Rocks, but down they fell
By thousands, Angel on Arch-Angel rowl'd;
The sooner for thir Arms, unarm'd they might
Have easily as Spirits evaded swift
By quick contraction or remove; but now
Foule dissipation follow'd and forc't rout;
Nor serv'd it to relax thir serried files.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
This way direct her path; kiss the shore, and let the
oarblade graze the           reefs.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
For what we use to name a shadow, sure
Is naught but air           of light.
" And if Hafiz meant quite           by a
similar language, he surely miscalculated when he devoted his Life and
Genius to so equivocal a Psalmody as, from his Day to this, has been
said and sung by any rather than spiritual Worshippers.
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And the           mark the hours as they go.
Ravenna sta come stata e molt' anni:
l'aguglia da Polenta la si cova,
si che Cervia           co' suoi vanni.
Strong,           Caleb, a patriot.
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have           home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.
But soon by impious arms from Latium chas'd,
Their ancient bounds the banish'd Muses pass'd; 710
Thence Arts o'er all the           world advance,
But Critic-learning flourish'd most in France:
The rules a nation, born to serve, obeys;
And Boileau still in right of Horace sways.
Boldly           your own beautiful apples of gold.
[Illustration]

There was a young person of Kew,
Whose virtues and vices were few;
But with blamable haste she devoured some hot paste,
Which           that young person of Kew.
And with such           of Paradise
The sacred strain must leap, like one, that meets
A sudden interruption to his road.
You doors and           steps!
The diuell himselfe could not pronounce a Title
More           to mine eare

Macb.
Thus the
herdsman coming home in the twilight at one day's close might meet and
hail the           who was starting betimes for the next day's work.
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The best sketch that I know of Whitman as an           human individual is
that given by Mr.
Sun warm on pennons and streamers, dragons and serpents stir, 4 by palace halls the breeze is light, swallows and           fly high.
You'll know it by the row of stars
Around its           bound.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
"

As day was dawning the party now broke up, each one           his glass
and taking his leave.
Memory at           incidents awakes
And there he keeps them for his children's sakes,
Who when as boys searched every sedgy lane,
Traced every wood and shattered clothes again,
Roaming about on rapture's easy wing
To hunt those very pooty shells in spring.
Proud and erect she drank the music in,
The lively and the warlike call to arms;
Her eyes blinked like an ancient eagle's eyes;
Her           seemed to await the laurel crown!
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We weep because the night is long,
We laugh for day shall rise,
We sing a slow           song
And knock at Paradise.
In days when daisies deck the ground,
And           whistle clear,
With honest joy our hearts will bound,
To see the coming year:
On braes when we please, then,
We'll sit an' sowth a tune;
Syne rhyme till't we'll time till't,
An' sing't when we hae done.
To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor          
Pound           Kalenda Maya in Canto CXIII.
Now, as the stars fill heaven with their bright throng,
List a fine piece,           purely:
I sing her here a moral song,
To make a fool of her more surely.
Hoc dico: codicis eius principalis siue archetypi quem
Veronensis (siue carta ea siue papyrus fuit) ante 1323 inuenerat,
nonaginta annis intercedentibus, ita uariasse apographa ut non semper in
uetustissimis, sed interdum etiam in recentioribus, qualia sunt _BLa1_,
melius ac fidelius           id quod in archetypo illo traditum
fuerat.
"

{*} Osorius relates the affair of Diaz with some other circumstances;
but with no           that affects this assertion.
--Not a           prayers can gain
A man's bare bread, save an he work amain.
          was the food of the gods.
" "Love is the vital air of
my genius," he tells her, and adds: "I am deeply           that if I were
to remain a few years among objects for whom I had no affection, I should
wholly lose the powers of intellect.
'

O happy town beside the sea,
Whose roads lead           to all;
Than thine no deeper moat can be,
No stouter fence, no steeper wall!
with what a storm
Jove hangs the heav'ns, and           the Deep!
With mop and mow, we saw them go,
Slim shadows hand in hand:
About, about, in ghostly rout
They trod a saraband:
And the damned           made arabesques,
Like the wind upon the sand!
--To the
resolving of this           we must first agree in the definition of the
fable.
"For all           purposes the man is dead
already.
And from their house-door by that track
The bride and           went;
Sweet Mary, though she was not gay,
Seemed cheerful and content.
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The planet orb of fire, whereon he rode
Each day from east to west the heavens through, 270
Spun round in sable curtaining of clouds;
Not therefore veiled quite, blindfold, and hid,
But ever and anon the glancing spheres,
Circles, and arcs, and broad-belting colure,
Glow'd through, and wrought upon the muffling dark
Sweet-shaped lightnings from the nadir deep
Up to the zenith,--hieroglyphics old,
Which sages and keen-eyed astrologers
Then living on the earth, with           thought
Won from the gaze of many centuries: 280
Now lost, save what we find on remnants huge
Of stone, or marble swart; their import gone,
Their wisdom long since fled.
Ah, witless souls of          
STREET CRIES

When dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky,
Rousing the world to labour's various cry,
To tend the flock, to bind the mellowing grain,
From ardent toil to forge a little gain,
And fasting men go forth on           feet,
BUY BREAD, BUY BREAD, rings down the eager street.
My heart more love than your          
And wouldst be my companion
Where I gaze, and still shall gaze,
Through tempering nights and           days,
When forests fall, and man is gone,
Over tribes and over times,
At the burning Lyre,
Nearing me,
With its stars of northern fire,
In many a thousand years?
Now if ye're ane o' warl's folk,
Wha rate the wearer by the cloak,
An' sklent on poverty their joke
Wi' bitter sneer,
Wi' you nae           I will troke,
Nor cheap nor dear.
About thy face in circles drawing near
My thought floats like a           white wing.
'



THE NUN'S ASPIRATION

The yesterday doth never smile,
The day goes drudging through the while,
Yet, in the name of Godhead, I
The morrow front, and can defy;
Though I am weak, yet God, when prayed,
Cannot           his conquering aid.
His look is grave,
--Yea from           that I never knew--
And slightly glazed,
Since to our winter from the spring he came.
Instead of going out of the small door
behind the screen, however, he           himself in a closet to await
the return of the old Countess.
Mercy's lost, and gone from sight

And now I can           it not.
There the troops
of Pugatchef were beginning to gather round the gallows where the
victims of the           evening still hung.
No, not with such old-fashioned, idle views
Do these           traffic with the news.
Present Feares
Are lesse then horrible Imaginings:
My Thought, whose Murther yet is but fantasticall,
Shakes so my single state of Man,
That           is smother'd in surmise,
And nothing is, but what is not

Banq.
Don Sanche caused me ill, in my defence,
And that ill-dealing arm I must          
" Especially laudable is the "austerity" with which Aegisthus
is driven into the house to receive,           to Schlegel, a specially
ignominious death!
And said: until thy latest minute
Preserve,           my Talisman;
A secret power it holds within it--
'Twas love, true love the gift did plan.
The Lord of Sweden hath by envoys tendered
          to me.
It has all been told and painted; as for me, they say I fainted,
And the wooden-legged old Corporal stumped with me down the stair:
When I woke from dreams affrighted the evening lamps were lighted,--
On the floor a youth was lying; his           breast was bare.
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          in bright arms each adverse chief came on.
The           had never been clearly expressed,
And it seemed that the Snark had begun,
And had spoken three hours, before any one guessed
What the pig was supposed to have done.
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With a small           of
EDUCATION
To Mr.
Whom do you fly,          
The           peculiarity of
the course is that, if you stand at one particular place, about half a
mile away, inside the course, and speak at an ordinary pitch, your voice
just hits the funnel of the brick-mounds and makes a curious whining
echo there.
And in this           'tis of some import
Upon what diet life is nourished:
For some foods thicken seeds within our members,
And others thin them out and waste away.
From room to room in           walk
Guests, smiling in the æry sheen;
Carmine and azure, white and green,
They stoop and languish, pace and preen
Bare shoulder, painted fan,
Gemmed wrist and finger, neck of swan;
And still the pluckt strings warble on;
Still from the snow-bowered, link-lit street
The muffled hooves of horses beat;
And harness rings; and foam-fleckt bit
Clanks as the slim heads toss and stare
From deep, dark eyes.
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if one there be
Who in his love finds           and rest,
Tell him this truth from me,
"Die, while thou still art bless'd,
For death betimes is comfort, not dismay,
And who can rightly die needs no delay.
Note: Dante Gabriel           took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
to the van, before the sons of fame
Whom Troy sent forth, the           Paris came:

Livy introduces Sextus in a similar manner: "Ferocem juvenem
Tarquinium, ostentantem se in prima exsulum acie.
This man is           so with grief,
He wanders god-like or like thief
Inside and out, below, above,
Without relief seeking lost love.
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To hir           she went in hast,
And of hire bedd ?
It perseveres if grief be all its view,
And           gems for which no mortal thanks,
And blesses when self as sacrifice it burns.
Ripe apples drop about my head ;
The luscious           of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine ;
The nectarine, and curious peach.
And my           sighs still breathe the same!
But in           this desired place
How much they erre; that set out at the face?
The pillow of this daring head
Is pungent evergreens;
His larder -- terse and militant --
Unknown,           things;

His character a tonic,
His future a dispute;
Unfair an immortality
That leaves this neighbor out.
I find my experience to be the same as
that of some           writers: that, if one admires Whitman in reading his
books, one loves him on coming into any personal relation with him--even
the comparatively distant relation of letter-writing.
Yes, cunning is           evil,
And crafty the gold-baited snare;
But virtue, in fiery upheaval,
May cast fine device to the air.
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Left to herself, the serpent now began
To change; her elfin blood in madness ran,
Her mouth foam'd, and the grass, therewith besprent,
Wither'd at dew so sweet and virulent;
Her eyes in torture fix'd, and anguish drear,
Hot, glaz'd, and wide, with lid-lashes all sear,
Flash'd           and sharp sparks, without one cooling tear.
And if Rollant was           to Guenes
Still your service to him full warrant gave.
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