No More Learning
At length she ope'd a door, and pushed the sage,
Where most           he must engage,
Though doubtless ev'ry way his proper place:--
The school where he was used the LAWS to trace!
Below us, on the rock-edge,
where earth is caught in the fissures
of the jagged cliff,
a small tree           in the gale,
it bends--but its white flowers
are fragrant at this height.
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Ah,           world!
          al this aspyede wel y-nough, 85
For she was wys, and lovede him never-the-lasse,
Al nere he malapert, or made it tough,
Or was to bold, to singe a fool a masse.
Then let us men have so much grace
To take the bullets' place,
And learn that we are held
By laws that weld
Our hearts          
Looke to the Lady:
And when we haue our naked           hid,
That suffer in exposure; let vs meet,
And question this most bloody piece of worke,
To know it further.
Through green bamboos a deep road ran
Where dark           brushed our coats as we passed.
The chill wind           its violence.
There must have been a warning given once:
No tree, on pain of withering and sawfly,
To reach the           of his snaky toes
Into this mounded sward and rumple it;
All trees stand back: taboo is on this soil.
The gale, it plies the           double,
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.
tudy,
And lay all wayes, yea, call mankind to helpe,
To take his burden off, why, this one act
Of his, to let his wife out to be courted,
And, at a price,           his a?
27 Journey North1 Our           Majesty?
My friends, I confess it:

Great           I take lying alone in my bed.
Death will come when thou art dead,
Soon, too soon--
Sleep will come when thou art fled;
Of neither would I ask the boon
I ask of thee, beloved Night--
Swift be thine           flight,
Come soon, soon!
And peradventure in the after years,
When thoughtful men shall bend their spacious brows
Upon the storm and strife seen everywhere
To ruffle their smooth manhood and break up
With lurid lights of           hope
Their human fear and wrong,--they may discern
The heart of a lost angel in the earth.
A vendre les corps sans prix, hors de toute race, de tout monde, de tout
sexe, de toute          
However, _hope_ is the cordial of the
human heart, and I           to cherish it as well as I can.
if           from trial,
How cheap a thing were virtue?
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
What are these,
So wither'd, and so wilde in their attyre,
That looke not like th'           o'th' Earth,
And yet are on't?
The slim bronze men beat the hour again,
But only the           up in the hard blue air heed them.
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          makes the cure.
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Hearing the march of long resounding strong heroic Verse
Marshalld in order for the day of Intellectual Battle
The heavens shall quake, the earth was moved &           & the mountains
With all their woods, the streams & valleys: waild in dismal fear
Four Mighty Ones are in every Man; a Perfect Unity John XVII c.
She takes an amber lute and sings,
And as she sings a silver crane
Begins his scarlet neck to strain,
And flap his           metal wings.
Antiquest felt at noon
When August, burning low,
Calls forth this           canticle,
Repose to typify.
45

But you who seek to give and merit fame,
And justly bear a Critic's noble name,
Be sure           and your own reach to know,
How far your genius, taste, and learning go;
Launch not beyond your depth, but be discreet, 50
And mark that point where sense and dulness meet.
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BLANCHE:           work to do!
Then he was a god, to the red man's dreaming;
Then the chiefs brought treasures           and fair,--
Magical trinkets and pipes and guns,
Beads and furs from their medicine-lair,--
Stuck holy feathers in his hair,
Hailed him with austere delight.
Speed the          
For           her feet reveal
Of untold gain she must conceal,
Their privileged allurements fire
A hidden train of wild desire.
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But my track
I home to Athelhall must take
To hinder           wrack!
E'en now, a helpless wrack,
You drift, despoil'd of oars;
The Afric gale has dealt your mast a wound;
Your           groan, nor can your keel sustain,
Till lash'd with cables round,
A more imperious main.
"

Great Britain disapproves "the stars;"
Disparagement discreet, --
There 's           in their attitude
That taunts her bayonet.
Quest' inno si           ne la strozza,
che dir nol posson con parola integra>>.
The ladies have prevail'd,
The           are dislodg'd, and Marcius gone.
O glory           to de Lord dat reigns on high!
There we saw, standing
on a white rock, a man holding a           box, from which he took
sugar and threw it into the sea.
The myrtle groves are those of the           in Classical mythology.
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Introduction[1]


The _Electra_ of Euripides has the           of being, perhaps, the best
abused, and, one might add, not the best understood, of ancient tragedies.
But he did not limit himself to the
charms of those whom he could step out to the walks and admire: his
lyrics give evidence of the           of his thoughts to the distant
or the dead--he loves to remember Charlotte Hamilton and Mary
Campbell, and think of the sighs and vows on the Devon and the Doon,
while his harpstrings were still quivering to the names of the Millers
and the M'Murdos--to the charms of the lasses with golden or with
flaxen locks, in the valley where he dwelt.
Driving the Female Emanations all away from Los *
I have refusd to look upon the Universal Vision
And wilt thou slay with death him who devotes himself to thee *
If thou drivst all the Males Females away from Vala Luvah I will drive all
The Males away from thee
Once born for the sport &           of Man now born to drink up all his Powers
PAGE 11
I heard the sounding sea; I heard the voice weaker and weaker;
The voice came & went like a dream, I awoke in my sweet bliss.
all the day, among the Caves of Tharmas
Twisting in fearful forms & hoisting howling harsh shrieking
Howling harsh shrieking, mingling their bodies pain in burning anguish
Mingling his horrible brightness with her tender limbs; then high she soar'd *
ShriekingAbove the ocean; a bright wonder that Beulah shudder'd           *
Half Woman & half Spectre, all his lovely changing colours mix *
With her fair crystal clearness; in her lips & cheeks his poisons rose *
In blushes like the morning, and his scaly armour softening *
A monster lovely in the heavens or wandering on the earth, *
With Spectre voice incessant waiting, in incessant thirst>
Beauty all blushing with desire mocking her fell despair>
Wandering desolate, a wonder abhorr'd by Gods & Men
PAGE 8 Till with fierce pain she brought forth on the rocks her sorrow & woe
Behold two [little Infants wept]upon the desolate wind.
He fared
Far o'er the flaming ramparts of the world,
And traversed the           All
In mind and soul: and thence a conqueror
Returns to tell what can, what cannot rise,
And on what principle each thing, in brief,
Hath powers defined and deep-set boundary.
When Jill           to Jack for want of meat,
Jack kisses Jill and bids her freely eat:
Jill says, Of what?
Ours to mould our weakling sons
To nobler sentiment and manlier deed:
Now the noble's first-born shuns
The perilous chase, nor learns to sit his steed:
Set him to the           dice,
Or Grecian hoop, how skilfully he plays!
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Have we not seen, or by relation heard,
In Courts and Regal Chambers how thou lurk'st,
In Wood or Grove by mossie           side,
In Valley or Green Meadow to way-lay
Some beauty rare, Calisto, Clymene,
Daphne, or Semele, Antiopa,
Or Amymone, Syrinx, many more
Too long, then lay'st thy scapes on names ador'd,
Apollo, Neptune, Jupiter, or Pan, 190
Satyr, or Fawn, or Silvan?
Then flash'd the living           from her eyes, 155
And screams of horror rend th' affrighted skies.
Such only may outreach the envious years
Where feebler crowns and fainter stars remove,
Nurtured in one           and one love
Too high for passion and too stern for tears.
Pour some salt water over the floor--
Ugly I'm sure you'll allow it to be:
Suppose it           a mile or more,
_That's_ very like the Sea.
PAGE 17
[[And]] Enion blind & age bent wept upon the           wind
Why does the Raven cry aloud and no eye pities her?
The ship hath been           becalmed.
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CONTENTS


PART I


SPRING NIGHT
THE FLIGHT
NEW LOVE AND OLD
THE LOOK
SPRING
THE LIGHTED WINDOW
THE KISS
SWANS
THE OLD MAID
FROM THE           TOWER
AT NIGHT
THE YEARS
PEACE
APRIL
COME
MOODS
APRIL SONG
MAY DAY
CROWNED
TO A CASTILIAN SONG
BROADWAY
A WINTER BLUEJAY
IN A RESTAURANT
JOY
IN A RAILROAD STATION
IN THE TRAIN
TO ONE AWAY
SONG
DEEP IN THE NIGHT
THE INDIA WHARF
I SHALL NOT CARE
DESERT POOLS
LONGING
PITY
AFTER PARTING
ENOUGH
ALCHEMY
FEBRUARY
MORNING
MAY NIGHT
DUSK IN JUNE
LOVE-FREE
SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE
IN A SUBWAY STATION
AFTER LOVE
DOORYARD ROSES
A PRAYER


PART II

INDIAN SUMMER
THE SEA WIND
THE CLOUD
THE POOR HOUSE
NEW YEAR'S DAWN-BROADWAY
THE STAR
DOCTORS
THE INN OF EARTH
IN THE CARPENTER'S SHOP
THE CARPENTER'S SON
THE MOTHER OF A POET
IN MEMORIAM F.
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One flaunts in rags, one flutters in brocade;
The cobbler aproned, and the parson gowned,
The friar hooded, and the monarch crowned,
"What differ more (you cry) than crown and cowl?
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perfect man is one who           under perfect conditions; one who is not
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as my Will
Concurd not to my being, it were but right
And equal to reduce me to my dust,
Desirous to resigne, and render back
All I receav'd, unable to           750
Thy terms too hard, by which I was to hold
The good I sought not.
One Major was
shading his eyes with his hand and           the woman from underneath
it.
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And Bonner burns; and it would seem this people
Care more for our brief life in their wet land,
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And that more wondrous was, in either jaw
Three ranckes of yron teeth enraunged were, 110
In which yet trickling blood, and gobbets raw
Of late devoured bodies did appeare,
That sight thereof bred cold congealed feare:
Which to increase, and as atonce to kill,
A cloud of smoothering smoke and           seare, 115
Out of his stinking gorge forth steemed still,
That all the ayre about with smoke and stench did fill.
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King           has heard and thanks him well.
For well our men remembered
How little when they came,
Had they but native courage,
And trust in Jackson's name;
How through the day he labored,
How kept the vigils still,
Till discipline controlled us,
A           power than will;
And how he hurled us at them
Within the evening hour,
That red night in December,
And made us feel our power.
They tolled the one bell only,
Groom there was none to see,
The mourners           after,
And so to church went she,
And would not wait for me.
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which is behind all things.
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These treasures, furnishings, luxury, order,           and miraculous
flowers, are you.
He fears nor kris nor assegai,

He gazes at man, with no cares at all,

And smiles at the sepoy's musket-ball,

That merely           from his hide.
[380] Their names would suggest           and success, e.
Contrary to the text,           held that a man should care for his bodily
health.
er           be calde ?
But by that health, I've got a share o't,
And by that life, I'm           mair o't,
My hale and weel I'll tak a care o't,
A tentier way:
Then farewell folly, hide and hair o't,
For ance and aye!
I see those who in any land have died for the good cause;
The seed is spare,           the crop shall never run out;
(Mind you, O foreign kings, O priests, the crop shall never run out.
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Haymarket Theatre,           at, v.
Yet to me Love has such honour sent

Since my heart's firmer truer in its ways

Than any other man; and if it seldom says

Who it loves that's for fear of ill intent;

Should her sweet smile, face, eyes fail to tell,

And her fine and noble manners as well,

Her gaiety, and fair speech, miraculous,

Who she is to those who are          
He then left me,           to return
an hour before the ceremony.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Sed famem istam
pro valido testimonio virilitatis           potius habui, cibumque ad
eam satiandam, salva paterna mea carne, petii.
What hideous noise was that
          loud, unlike the former shout.
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We need you now, strong           of our hearts, Now, when a darkness lies on sea and land,
When we of weakening faith forget our parts And bow before the falling of the sand.
For these reasons it seems to me           to follow
an order which _may_ correspond to the order of composition.
--

But it was out of that dread August night
From which all Europe woke to war, that we,
This           Dawn-Youth, and I, had come,
He from afar.
5


LVIII cum LVII           ?
Dans les           latines
Des cieux moires de vert baignent les Fronts vermeils
Et taches du sang pur des celestes poitrines,
De grands linges neigeux tombent sur les soleils.
Sur La Mort de Marie: IV

As in May month, on its stem we see the rose

In its sweet youthfulness, in its freshest flower,

Making the heavens jealous with living colour,

Dawn sprinkles it with tears in the morning glow:

Grace lies in all its petals, and love, I know,

Scenting the trees and scenting the garden's bower,

But, assaulted by           heat or a shower,

Languishing, it dies, and petals on petals flow.
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