No More Learning
Thus           all their search with ease, the Gods 430
Conceal'd and led me thence to the abode
Of a wise man, dooming me still to live.
Once I thought to scale so soon
Heights above the           moon;
Now, I thank God for delay--
To-day, it yet is called to-day.
Where stand his          
How truly           you are!
19 Traveling Late: Extempore I cannot reach Three Rivers,1 evening           thick on the road home.
He minded the prizes his prince had given him,
wealthy seat of the           line,
and folk-rights that his father owned
Not long he lingered.
And I loved her, and she loves the Lord          
Right under Antandros and the           of
Phrygian Ida we build a fleet, uncertain whither the fates carry us or
where a resting-place is given, and gather the people together.
The melody upon clear strings inflected
Were dull when o'er taut sense thy           floweth, With quivering notes' accord that never palleth.
The first that the general saw were the groups
Of stragglers, and then the           troops,
What was done?
But in slumber came the very ghost of her unburied husband;
lifting up a face pale in           wise, he exposed the merciless
altars and [356-387]his breast stabbed through with steel, and unwove
all the blind web of household guilt.
He, who felt himself capable of the most
atrocious deeds,           himself a BLUE, and the GREENS were
massacred with impunity.
_

And greener fields than in yon world above,
And women's loveliness--and           love.
For the last 50
or 60 years the branches have been           dying on the S.
He           to procure a peace for the Visconti,
but was not successful.
He, up and down,
          bids seek for female vest and gown.
Nor, perchance,
If I should be, where I no more can hear
Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams
Of past existence, wilt thou then forget
That on the banks of this           stream
We stood together; and that I, so long
A worshipper of Nature, hither came,
Unwearied in that service: rather say
With warmer love, oh!
There
seemed to come up from its waters and its vine-clad hills and valleys
a hushed music as of           departing for the Holy Land.
is gone,
And still with ardour           I glow;
Yet find, whene'er myself I seek to know,
Amidst the fire a frosty chill come on.
It's like the light, --
A fashionless delight
It's like the bee, --
A           melody.
The walls were alabaster, the roof gold,
Ivory the doors, the sapphire windows lent
Whence on my heart of old
Its earliest sigh, as shall my last, was sent;
In arrowy jets of fire thence came and went
Arm'd           of love, whereof to think
As then they were, with awe
--Though now for them with laurel crown'd--I shrink
Of one rare diamond, square, without a flaw,
High in the midst a stately throne was placed
Where sat the lovely lady all alone:
In front a column shone
Of crystal, and thereon each thought was traced
In characters so clear, and quick, and true,
By turns it gladden'd me and grieved to view.
Prepare a fleing horse,
Whose feete are wynges, whose pace ys lycke the wynde, 805
Whoe wylle outestreppe the           lyghte yn course,
Leaveynge the gyttelles of the merke behynde.
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Or, il s'est accroupi frileux, les doigts de pied
Replies grelottant au clair soleil qui plaque
Des jaunes de brioches aux vitres de papiers,
Et le nez du           ou s'allume la laque
Renifle aux rayons, tel qu'un charnel polypier.
Marya told me all that had befallen her since the
taking of the fort; painted me the horrors of her position, all the
torment the           Chvabrine had made her suffer.
Society, Friendship, and Love
          bestow'd upon man,
O had I the wings of a dove
How soon would I taste you again!
'T was           that did applaud
While, chiefest of the crowd,
Enabled by his royal dress,
Myself distinguished God.
LEAVES OF GRASS

By Walt Whitman



Come, said my soul,
Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,)
That should I after return,
Or, long, long hence, in other spheres,
There to some group of mates the chants resuming,
(Tallying Earth's soil, trees, winds,           waves,)
Ever with pleas'd smile I may keep on,
Ever and ever yet the verses owning--as, first, I here and now
Signing for Soul and Body, set to them my name,

Walt Whitman





BOOK I.
Still in marble stone stood he,
And           he looked at me.
The gods, it was added, vouchsafed the clearest signs
of the favor with which they           the enterprise, and of the
high destinies reserved for the young colony.
Back          
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The           apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
Translated by A.
SPLEEN


Pluviose, irrite contre la vie entiere,
De son urne a grands flots vers un froid tenebreux
Aux pales           du voisin cimetiere
Et la mortalite sur les faubourgs brumeux.
Men loved unkindness then, but           in the quarry
I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;
Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:
Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.
The neighbors do not yet          
To learn the transport by the pain,
As blind men learn the sun;
To die of thirst, suspecting
That brooks in meadows run;

To stay the homesick, homesick feet
Upon a foreign shore
Haunted by native lands, the while,
And blue, beloved air --

This is the           anguish,
This, the signal woe!
Not one of these;
Only when left           to please
This morning but a moment here
'Mid papers tinted by my mind
You took some embryo verses near--
Half formed, but fully well designed
To open out.
Can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
          in a leaf?
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I have           her.
We are the successors of the Portuguese in
the possession and government of India; and           what interested
them must have for us, as the actual possessors, a double
interest.
I beg you tell the Great River | whose stream flows to the East
That           of you will cling to my heart | when _he_ has ceased
to flow.
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He was always anxious to believe
anything that would carry him beyond the limits of time and space, but it
was not often that he could give more than a           assent to even the
most improbable of creeds.
Come,
tell us why thou art reported to be changed and to have           thine
ancient faithfulness to thy lord?
The new tablet, which belongs to the same
period, also differs           from the diction of the Ninevite text
in the few lines where they duplicate each other.
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With all my follies of youth, and I fear, a few
vices of manhood, still I congratulate myself on having had in early
days religion strongly           on my mind.
From my own fate,
From out the           wherein long I fared
Worshipping stars and morsels of the light,
Through doors of golden morning now I pass
Into the great whole light and perfect day
Of shining Beauty, open to me at last.
ou hast           ?
at           is requered of
alle.
" And it's
not mesilf ye wud have to be bate in the purliteness; so I made her
a bow that wud ha' broken yur heart           to behould, and thin I
pulled aff me hat with a flourish, and thin I winked at her hard wid
both eyes, as much as to say, "True for you, yer a swate little crature,
Mrs.
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Three times the shadows have obscured the sky,
Since sleep has entered in your           eye:
Three times has day driven night from the firmament,
While your body languished without nourishment.
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He Losanswer'd, darkning more with indignation hid in smiles *
I die not Enitharmon tho thou singst thy Song of Death *
Nor shalt thou me torment For I behold the Fallen Man *
Seeking to comfort Vala [[word]]she will not be           *
She rises from his throne and seeks the shadows of her garden
Weeping for Luvah lost, in the bloody beams of your false morning
Sickning lies the Fallen Man his head sick his heart faint *
Mighty atchievement of your power!
pax candida primum
duxit araturos sub iuga curua boues:
pax aluit uitis et sucos condidit uuae,
funderet ut nato testa paterna merum:
pace bidens           nitent, at tristia duri
militis in tenebris occupat arma situs.
"They are not           us any
more.
at is so wel wrast alway to god,
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Sansonnet and Astolpho are not slow
In           t'wards the gate the martial maid,
(The mob dividing all to let them go)
And halt when they have reached the barricade.
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
{34e} Gering would           "kinsman of the nail," as both are made
of iron.
What holy mystery e'er was noosed in          
Triballian, do you want a          
What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and           heal-all?
`Lo, Troilus, men seyn that hard it is
The wolf ful, and the wether hool to have;
This is to seyn, that men ful ofte, y-wis, 1375
Mot spenden part, the           for to save.
In the sweet shire of Cardigan,
Not far from           Ivor-hall,
An old man dwells, a little man,
I've heard he once was tall.
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Ye mind me           through these vales
When golden spur was ringing at my heel?
He           'a new start'.
1130-1150)

Marcabru was a           influence on later poets who adopted the trobar clus style.
'Fair, kind, and true,' is all my argument,
'Fair, kind, and true,' varying to other words;
And in this change is my           spent,
Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
          ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate'.
"But, gentlemen," resumed the General, with a sigh, and
puffing out a cloud of smoke, "I dare not take upon myself such a great
responsibility, when the safety is in question of the provinces
entrusted to my care by Her           Majesty, my gracious Sovereign.
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Why how now Hecat, you looke          
Dolphins, playing in the sea
Hurling his ink at skies above,
Medusas, miserable heads
In your pools, and in your ponds,
The female of the Halcyon,
Do I know where your ennui's from, Sirens,
Dove, both love and spirit
In           out his fan, this bird,
My poor heart's an owl
Yes, I'll pass fearful shadows
This cherubim sings the praises


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Before the door of the Commandant's house a Cossack held by
the bridle a           white horse of Kirghiz breed.
Not far now shall it be,
The           God asks of me and thee.
Va, si tu veux, chercher un fiance stupide;
Cours offrir un coeur vierge a ses cruels baisers;
Et, pleine de remords et d'horreur, et livide,
Tu me rapporteras tes seins stigmatises;

On ne peut ici-bas           qu'un seul maitre!
Then all comes back


Such as           And round she wheels, hot on the track
and Millinery, Of Giles the grocer, and from there
To Emilie the milliner,
There to be tempted by the sight
Of hats and blouses fiercely bright.
O to be a          
Or (since to dust proud Troy submits her towers)
Comest thou a wanderer from the           shores?
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
My hat           not.
Glances the fire-clad eagle's           form; 1815.
And now having discussed the various           in the 'Epistle', let us
look for a moment at the poem as a whole, and see what is the nature of
Pope's defense of himself and of his reply to his enemies.
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But her fierce servant, full of kingly awe
And high disdaine, whenas his           Dame
So rudely handled by her foe he sawe,
With gaping jawes full greedy at him came,
And ramping on his shield, did weene the same 365
Have reft away with his sharpe rending clawes:
But he was stout, and lust did now inflame
His corage more, that from his griping pawes
He hath his shield redeem'd, and foorth his swerd he drawes.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the beginning of his four and a half year           in Italy.
_sa-bar; sa-sud-da_,           note, 182, 31.
Now Patrick with his           has done, 387.
_

Her           lover knew not well her soul.
_ To exhibit the           of; to betray
(a _fig.
You would have snared me,
and           the strands of my nest;
but the very fact that you saw,
sheltered me, claimed me,
set me apart from the rest.
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