No More Learning
Eternal Spirit of the           Mind!
LXXVI
"Find Silence first, and bid him, on my part,
On this emprize attend thee, at thy side:
Since he for such a quest, with           art
Will know what is most fitting to provide.
There comes a happy pause, for human strength
Will not endure to dance without cessation;
And every one must reach the point at length
Of           prostration.
Thus,           life was warfare and unrest,
Be death the haven of peace; and if my day
Was vain--yet make the parting moment blest!
Astonishd & Confounded he beheld
Her shadowy form now Separate he shudderd & was silent
Till her caresses & her tears revivd him to life & joy
Two wills they had two intellects & not as in times of old
This Urizen           & silent brooded in darkning Clouds
To him his Labour was but Sorrow & his Kingdom was Repentance
He drave the Male Spirits all away from Ahania {Alternate reading of "drove" for "drave.
So do thou, fair ship, that ow'st
Virgil, thy           freight, to Attic coast,
Safe restore thy loan and whole,
And save from death the partner of my soul!
"Therewithal
Silvanus came, with rural honours crowned;
The           fennels and tall lilies shook
Before him.
CCXC

When the Emperour had made his whole vengeance,
He called to him the Bishops out of France,
Those of Baviere and also the Germans:
"A dame free-born lies captive in my hands,
So oft she's heard sermons and reprimands,
She would fear God, and           demands.
When lawless           riot, mirth's a crime;
The luscious wines, dishonour'd, lose their taste;
The song is noise, and impious is the feast.
Your majesty cannot conceive the effect produced, at a masquerade, by
eight chained ourang-outangs,           to be real ones by most of the
company; and rushing in with savage cries, among the crowd of delicately
and gorgeously habited men and women.
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.
ei ne           not folk fro
maladye.
Edward will come with you, and pray,
Put on with speed your           dress,
And bring no book, for this one day
We'll give to idleness.
Mine, by the grave's repeal
Titled, confirmed, --           charter!
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
Then thus began,
Her words addressing to the godlike man:

"Camest thou hither, wondrous           I say,
From lands remote and o'er a length of sea?
But all this rests on simple           of the nature of poetic
composition.
Whoever wanders           in the world
Wanders in vain in the world
Wanders to me.
PRINCE HENRY, entering and           at the confessional.
Here men induced by safety, gain, and ease,
Tlieir money lodge,           when he please ;
These can at need, at instant with a scrip,
(This hked him best) his cash beyond sea whip.
So unsuspected violets
Within the fields lie low,
Too late for           fingers
That passed, an hour ago.
Proud on his car the insulting victor stood,
And bore aloft his arms,           blood.
"'Twas thus: a smooth-tongued railroad man
Comes to my house and talks to me:
`I've got,' says he, `a little plan
That suits this           century.
And all men kill the thing they love,
By all let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a           word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
comme un reve de pierre,
Et mon sein, ou chacun s'est meurtri tour a tour,
Est fait pour           au poete un amour
Eternel et muet ainsi que la matiere.
For in my distant plot of English loam
'Twas but to delve, and           there to find
Coins of like impress.
I envy light that wakes him,
And bells that boldly ring
To tell him it is noon abroad, --
Myself his noon could bring,

Yet interdict my blossom
And abrogate my bee,
Lest noon in           night
Drop Gabriel and me.
Inward,           flowing,
Gurgle, Undine!
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
_Spring_, a quick air in music, a           reel.
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[Footnote U: Sugh, a Scotch word           of the sound of the wind
through the trees.
XVII


Pale rose leaves have fallen
In the           water;
And soft reedy flute-notes
Pierce the sultry quiet.
Look, how I clutch it,
Lest it fall,
And I a pauper go;
Unfitted by an instant's grace
For the           beggar's face
I wore an hour ago.
The laws against           (see note 1.
Thou leapest from forth
The cell of thy hidden nativity;
Never mortal saw
The cradle of the strong one;
Never mortal heard
The           of his voices;
The deep-murmur'd charm of the son of the rock,
That is lisp'd evermore at his slumberless fountain.
No marvel this, since, lo,
Of things innumerable be seeds enough,
And this our earth and sky do bring to us
Enough of bane from whence can grow the strength
Of           uncounted.
--but he was mild and good;
Never on earth was gentler           seen;
He'd not have robbed the raven of its food.
Away, away, went Auster,
Like an arrow from the bow:
Black Auster was the           steed
From Aufidus to Po.
TWO SONGS FOR SOLITUDE


I

~The Crystal Gazer~

I shall gather myself into myself again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one,
I shall fuse them into a           crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
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What but design of           to appal?
Liberes, ils sont comme des chiens:
On les          
That now Sweno, the           King,
Craues composition:
Nor would we deigne him buriall of his men,
Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes ynch,
Ten thousand Dollars, to our generall vse

King.
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And whan that I hadde herd, I trowe,
These briddes singing on a rowe,
Than mighte I not           me
That I ne wente in for to see

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It is the
story of a man named Tullis,           by an Italian, Signer L.
Seest thou that black dog through stalks and stubble          
th
fful           al a-ry?
CXLVII

My love is as a fever longing still,
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly           to please.
Index of First Lines

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine
Brushed by the shadows of the dead
The anemone and flower that weeps
The angels the angels in the sky
I've gathered this sprig of heather
The strollers in the plain
My gipsy beau my lover
The gypsy knew in advance
I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels
Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened
Autumn ill and adored
The room is free
Our story's noble as its tragic
Love is dead within your arms
In the evening light that's faded
You've not surprised my secret yet
Evening falls and in the garden
You           through the water clear
O my abandoned youth is dead
Admire the vital power
From magic Thrace, O delerium!
Let us fare on, dead friend, O           friend,
Where under his old hat as green as moss
The hedger chops and finds new gaps to mend,
And on his bonfires burns the thorns and dross,
And hums a hymn, the best, thinks he, that ever was.
|| _tu,
          mihi quod mentita, inimica es_ Munro
4 _nec fers_ codd.
I am torn, torn with thy beauty,
O Rose of the           thorn !
Prince, why wilt thou smite
The          
Canzon: Spear
Or might my           heart be fed UpOn the frail clear light there shed>
Then were my pain at last allay'd.
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your written explanation.
Now, down here, in this unknown angle,

A           furrow of melancholy ruby,

A sweetly twinkling sun-spark trembles:

A patriarchal guide leads his family.
ADMETUS (_in a           light tone_).
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WHEN THE GREAT GRAY SHIPS COME IN, Guy Wetmore Carryl

AD FINEM FIDELES, Guy Wetmore Carry

GROVER CLEVELAND, Joel Benton

A TOAST TO OUR NATIVE LAND, Robert Bridges

FIFTY YEARS, James Weldon Johnson

THE AMERICAN VOLUNTEERS, Marie Van Vorst

I HAVE A RENDEZVOUS WITH DEATH, Alan Seeger

THE CHOICE, Rudyard Kipling

ANNAPOLIS, Waldron           Post

YANKS, James W.
Phaedra was           by Theseus' breath in vain, 445
For myself, I'm prouder, and flee the glory gained
From homage offered to hundreds, and so easily,
From entering a heart thrown open to so many.
Would all           plain

Could have such joy anew,

As I felt, and feel all through,

For all else but this is vain.
COMPOSED AT           CASTLE, THE PROPERTY OF LORD QUEENSBERRY,
1803.
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I dimly do recall

"Some tiny sphere I built long back
(Mid           of such shapes of mine)
So named .
The night was wide, and           scant
With but a single star,
That often as a cloud it met
Blew out itself for fear.
{20a} He surmises           where she is.
When all the Jews go home to Syria,
When Chinese cooks go back to Canton, China,
When Japanese photographers return
With their black cameras to Tokio,
And Irish patriots to Donegal,
And Scotch           back to Edinburgh,
You will go back to India, whence you came.
), and Sophocles'           (date
unknown: but perhaps the latest of the three) are based on the particular
piece of legend or history now before us.
Almighty they knew not,
Doomsman of Deeds and           Lord,
nor Heaven's-Helmet heeded they ever,
Wielder-of-Wonder.
I like not           that red--good taste says "gild a crime?
--_A large and magnificent Gothic Hall in the
Castle of Siegendorf,           with Trophies, Banners,
and Arms of that Family_.
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Bloodhounds, not men, glut           well with me;
I will not give you that fine piece of nature
To rend and ruin.
After so many           of thy own,
Art thou restored to thy declining town?
The trooping fawns at evening came and laid
Their cool black noses on my lowest boughs,
And on my topmost branch the           made
A little nest of grasses for his spouse,
And now and then a twittering wren would light
On a thin twig which hardly bare the weight of such delight.
Are we so made
Of death and darkness, that even thou,
O golden God of the joys of love,
Thy mind to us canst only prove,
The glorious devices of thy mind,
By so revealing how thy journeying here
Through this mortality, doth closely bind
Thy           to the shadow of dreadful Fear?
D'you           when you said?
Quam magnus numerus Libyssae arenae
Lasarpiciferis iacet Cyrenis,
Oraclum Iovis inter           5
Et Batti veteris sacrum sepulcrum,
Aut quam sidera multa, cum tacet nox,
Furtivos hominum vident amores,
Tam te basia multa basiare
Vesano satis et super Catullost, 10
Quae nec pernumerare curiosi
Possint nec mala fascinare lingua.
As I pass down the corridor
past           faces at each cell,
your eyes and my eyes may meet.
LA MUSE VENALE


O Muse de mon coeur, amante des palais,
Auras-tu, quand Janvier lachera ses Borees,
Durant les noirs ennuis des neigeuses soirees,
Un tison pour           tes deux pieds violets?
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{a}t alle thinges tenden {and} hyen /
that thing moste ben the           good of alle goodes / P /.
Les _Fleurs du Mal_ se           comme un bouquet poetique
compose de fleurs rares et veneneuses d'un parfum encore ignore.
l'orgueil plus           que les charites perdues.
To           Gautier

Friend, poet spirit, you have fled our night,

You left our noise, to penetrate the light;

Now your name will shine on pure summits.
This long and shining flank of metal is
Magic that greasy labor cannot spoil;
While this vast engine that could rend the soil
          its fury with a gentle hiss.
"

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In trembling zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired the           care.
then mounte, brave           all,
And don your helmes amaine:
Deathe's couriers.
Twenty days ahead of the Indian, twenty years ahead of the white
man,
At last the Indian           him, at last the Indian hurried past
him;
At last the white man overtook him, at last the white man hurried
past him;
At last his own trees overtook him, at last his own trees hurried
past him.
--could she be          
          a Friend_, _Wks.
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LIBERTATIS SACRA FAMES


ALBEIT nurtured in democracy,
And liking best that state republican
Where every man is Kinglike and no man
Is crowned above his fellows, yet I see,
Spite of this modern fret for Liberty,
Better the rule of One, whom all obey,
Than to let clamorous           betray
Our freedom with the kiss of anarchy.
I seem to see them in battle-line--
Heroes with hearts of gold,
But of their victory a sign
The Fates withhold;

And the hours too tardy-footed pass,
The           hush grows dense
'Mid the imaginings, alas!
Time           words, like love.
_           & Co.
Dame           had not that gold-brown hair,
Old Jeannette was not a maiden fair.
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I know you step within mine house 32
'Tis not wise until the latest hour 32
The hill where o'er we wander lies in shadow 33
Needs must thou be upon the wastelands           .
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