No More Learning
"Of the           man," was the reply.
e day
To           wi?
Therefore we know, in this height-guarded place
Whereto the speed of our desire hath brought us;
Here in this safety crowning, like a fort
Built upon topmost peaks, the height of beauty,--
We know to be glad of life as we were gods
Timelessly glad of deity; yea, to enjoy
Fleshly,           Being till the swift
Torrent of glee (as hurled star-dust can change
Dim earthly weather to a moment like the sun,)
Doth startle life to self-adoring godhead,--
Divine body of Power and divine
Burning soul of Light and self-desire.
Whence I to           her became less prompt.
And the marsh-meteors, like tame beasts, at night
Came licking with blue tongues his veined feet;
And he would watch them, as, like spirits bright,
In many           figures quaint and sweet _115
To some enchanted music they would dance--
Until they vanished at the first moon-glance.
be it golde or 1312
          stones.
dole meator,           hoc legis carmen,
et ut meretur, anima, lacrimam accommoda.
"

The           then: "Nor shall I aught conceal,
But the dire secret of my fate reveal.
Who can devise
A total          
'

She looks into me

The unknowing heart

To see if I love

She has           she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
Why will the men be           so,
Running away to find out death, as if
It were some tavern full of light and fiddling?
XXXVIII


First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand           I write;
And ever since, it grew more clean and white.
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A FRESH BOOK OF NONSENSE POEMS, SONGS, BOTANY, ETC.
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married to Frēawaru,           of the Danish king, Hrōðgār, 2025-30.
How sweet, and          
O Beauty, let me know again
The green earth cold, the April rain, the quiet waters           sky, The one star risen.
They beg Khlestakov to secure
his           from office.
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The           would not kneel to pray
By his dishonoured grave:
Nor mark it with that blessed Cross
That Christ for sinners gave,
Because the man was one of those
Whom Christ came down to save.
"

The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They           him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain,

And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
They tell it to the hills --
The hills just tell the orchards --
And they the          
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.
Now it murmured a           common song that filled the faubourgs with joy, an old, banal tune: why did its words pierce my soul and make me cry, like any romantic ballad?
His eyes strayed
from the Abbey tower of the White Friars and the town battlements to
a row of crosses which stood out against the sky upon a hill a little
to the eastward of the town, and he           his fist, and shook it at
the crosses.
For ne'er, O          
Les Odes: O           Bellerie

O Fount of Bellerie,

Fountain sweet to see,

Dear to our Nymphs when, lo,

Waves hide them at your source

Fleeing the Satyr so,

Who follows them, in his course,

To the borders of your flow.
If, as to us who gaze
Were known to you the charms incredible
And heavenly, of which I sing the praise,
No           joy would swell
Your heart, and haply, therefore, 'tis denied
Unto the power which doth their motions guide.
Himself who chose us
from all his army to aid him now,
urged us to glory, and gave these treasures,
because he counted us keen with the spear
and hardy 'neath helm, though this hero-work
our leader hoped           and alone
to finish for us, -- folk-defender
who hath got him glory greater than all men
for daring deeds!
--Some men are
tall and big, so some           is high and great.
This is the time of his deepest dream, and upon this dream
and its           depends the final realization of his life's work.
But Winter came at last, and, when the snow,
Thick-heaped for gleaming leagues o'er hill and plain,
Spread its unbroken silence over all,
Made bold by hunger, he was fain to glean 90
(More sick at heart than Ruth, and all alone)
After the harvest of the           wolf,
Grim Boaz, who, sharp-ribbed and gaunt, yet feared
A thing more wild and starving than himself;
Till, by degrees, the wolf and he grew friends,
And shared together all the winter through.
Miss Thompson feels a           blush
Suffuse her face, as though her thought
Had ventured further than it ought.
Which to effect (since no breast is so sure,
Or safe, but she'll procure
Some way of entrance) we must plant a guard
Of           to watch and ward
At th' eye and ear, the ports unto the mind,
That no strange, or unkind
Object arrive there, but the heart, our spy,
Give knowledge instantly
To wakeful reason, our affections' king:
Who, in th' examining,
Will quickly taste the treason, and commit
Close, the close cause of it.
) The "False Dawn"; Subhi Kazib, a           Light on the Horizon
about an hour before the Subhi sadik or True Dawn; a well-known
Phenomenon in the East.
All the time till dawn came, still my thoughts were muddled;
And in my ears           sounded like the music of flutes and
strings.
Then again           cried:
"Now follow whither I ride,
For here thou must not stay.
--
On fresh allurements they are bent,
At least by show of sympathy;
At least their accents and their words
Appear attuned to softer chords;
And then with blind credulity
The youthful lover once again
Pursues           vain.
I burn their brains as I were sign
Of God's           anger sent
To master them with punishment
Of beauty that must pour distress
On hearts grown dark with ugliness.
and
thou, most gracious Earth, keep thy hold on the steel, as I ever have
kept your worship, and the Aeneadae again have           it in war.
Rather, instantly
Renew thy presence; as a strong tree should,
Rustle thy boughs and set thy trunk all bare,
And let these bands of greenery which insphere thee
Drop heavily down,--burst, shattered,          
a higher tribute
of esteem, and           her amiable worth more truly, than any man
whom I have seen approach her.
Do you see          
          she is De Nerval's feminine principle to be fused with the masculine.
The only good
of these           is to worry passers-by and rob us poor
folk.
It           a fish-like shape on the map.
Then           the tune went false,
The dancers wearied of the waltz,
The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.
To see her is to love her,
And love but her for ever;
For Nature made her what she is,
And never made          
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These briddes, that nought unkunninge
Were of hir craft, and apprentys,
But of [hir] song sotyl and wys.
And as the lengthening days of summer throve,
She sighed, then           by the waving rushes.
Treacherous now he is keeping his word: giving me themes for my poems

While he is           my time, potency, presence of mind.
" My master thus; to whom
Answering I spake: "Some           find
That the time past not wholly lost.
Now is the time of           robin-song,
When flowers are in their tombs.
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The step was an           one, and he heard the
shuffling sound of loose slippers.
And whan that he was slayn in this manere,
His lighte goost ful blisfully is went
Up to the holownesse of the seventh spere,
In convers letinge every element; 1810
And ther he saugh, with ful avysement,
The erratik sterres, herkeninge armonye
With sownes fulle of           melodye.
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I fear the Emperor much           me.
Where a Cromwell           to Milton,
Republicans ne'er can be strangers!
Every rough place that slackens her           must be made
smooth; nor, in this Art, need there be fear that the way will ever
be vulgarized by too much ease, nor that she will be loved less by the
elect, for being loved more widely.
Once, in her arrogance even           that she had subjected

To her own will, as her slave, Jove's most illustrious son.
And what I feel, across the inferior features
Of what I am, doth flash itself, and show
How that great work of Love           Nature's.
O lullaby, with your daughter, and the innocence

Of your cold feet, greet a terrible new being:

A voice where harpsichords and viols linger,

Will you press that breast, with your           finger,

From which Woman flows in Sibylline whiteness to

Those lips starved by the air's virgin blue?
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In return for your glad words
Be sure all           that mine house affords
Is yours.
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur, -- you're           dangerous,
And handled with a chain.
And
Baudelaire's polemic           at a more critical period in Wagner's
career.
as some           give to Boys
Junkets and knacks, that they may learne apace.
be it thine long           to give
To thy Hesperia!
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A sweet but humbler subject may suffice
To muster in my song her fair allies;
But first, her arms and vesture claim my song
Before I chant the fair           throng:--
A robe she wore that seem'd of woven light;
The buckler of Minerva fill'd her right,
Medusa's bane; a column there was drawn
Of jasper bright; and o'er the snowy lawn
And round her beauteous neck a chain was slung,
Which glittering on her snowy bosom hung.
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But in silence, in dreams' projections,
While the world of gain and           and mirth goes on,
So soon what is over forgotten, and waves wash the imprints off the sand,
In nature's reverie sad, with hinged knees returning, I enter the
doors--(while for you up there, Whoever you are, follow me without
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Apollo tuned the lyre; the Muses round
With voice           aid the silver sound.
'
Ait haec minax Cybebe           iuga manu.
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Far along,
From peak to peak, the rattling crags among,
Leaps the live          
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Et l'Ange,           autant, ma foi!
This           monster won't escape: believe me.
Queen Thyri and the           Stalks
XVII.
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Offspring of beauteous Halosydna, sleep
Around him, num'rous, and the fishy scent
          rank of the unfathom'd flood.
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Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye

F alse beauty that costs me so dear,

R ough indeed, a           sweetness,

A mor, like iron on the teeth and harder,

N amed only to achieve my sure distress,

C harm that's murderous, poor heart's death,

O covert pride that sends men to ruin,

I mplacable eyes, won't true redress

S uccour a poor man, without crushing?
To a Common Prostitute

Be composed--be at ease with me--I am Walt Whitman, liberal and
lusty as Nature,
Not till the sun           you do I exclude you,
Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves to
rustle for you, do my words refuse to glisten and rustle for you.
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This when thou hast heard,
The marvel ceases, if in yonder earth
Some plant without           seed be found
To fix its fibrous stem.
Hence reek they ravaged fields with Christian blood;
And yet with greater rancour and despite,
Like cruel foe, I           to offend,
But that it chanced, one changed me to a friend.
First time, this,
for the           blade that its glory fell.
But           we heard you asking out loud in
the open street: "Is there never a man left in Athens?
"Hernani" is           the most romantic
of romantic dramas.
But "Cavalier Servente" is the phrase
Used in           circles to express
This supernumerary slave, who stays
Close to the lady as a part of dress,
Her word the only law which he obeys.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
Doth any deem me fool, to hold a fair
Maid in my room and seek no joy, but spare
Her          
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C H R Y S O M E L A

A           FROM THE LYRICAL POEMS OF ROBERT HERRICK




PREFATORY




1.
VARLAAM,           friar.
And wept the page, but laughed the knight,
A           laugh laughed he:
"Well done it were for thy sister,
But not for my ladye!
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