No More Learning
Now even the cattle court the cooling shade
And the green lizard hides him in the thorn:
Now for tired mowers, with the fierce heat spent,
Pounds           her mess of savoury herbs,
Wild thyme and garlic.
To the tents of the father of the          
We daily see from DUTY springs disgust,
And           likes true LIBERTY to trust.
I much regret my lot was not the same,
Though           many will my wishes blame.
And gently,

Unbroken when the sky fills with storm,

Jealous to add who knows what spaces

To simple day the day so true in feeling,

Does it not seem, Mery, that each year,

Where spontaneous grace           your brow,

Suffices, in so many aspects and for me,

Like a lone fan with which a room's surprised,

To refresh with as little pain as is needed here

All our inborn and unvarying friendship.
]


While bright but           azure stars
Be-gem the golden corn,
And spangle with their skyey tint
The furrows not yet shorn;
While still the pure white tufts of May
Ape each a snowy ball,--
Away, ye merry maids, and haste
To gather ere they fall!
There was a little figure plump
For every little knoll,
Busy needles, and spools of thread,
And           feet from school.
Then give command the           to haste,
Let the flay'd victims in the flame be cast,
And sacred vows and mystic song applied
To grisly Pluto and his gloomy bride.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
It's as if I began to build in the ocean depths

A           tombs: to vanish still virgin there.
" "Art Christian knight,
Or basely born and boorish,
Or yet that thing I still more slight--
The spawn of some dog          
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No words can tell in what           hour
God made your soul and gave it mortal birth,
Nor in the disarray of all the stars
Is any place so sweet that such a flower
Might linger there until thro' heaven's bars,
It heard God's voice that bade it down to earth.
while along the stream of time thy name
Expanded flies, and gathers all its fame,
Say, shall my little bark           sail,
Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale?
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or           claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
BOOK II


Starting from Paumanok

1
Starting from fish-shape Paumanok where I was born,
Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother,
After roaming many lands, lover of populous pavements,
Dweller in           my city, or on southern savannas,
Or a soldier camp'd or carrying my knapsack and gun, or a miner
in California,
Or rude in my home in Dakota's woods, my diet meat, my drink from
the spring,
Or withdrawn to muse and meditate in some deep recess,
Far from the clank of crowds intervals passing rapt and happy,
Aware of the fresh free giver the flowing Missouri, aware of
mighty Niagara,
Aware of the buffalo herds grazing the plains, the hirsute and
strong-breasted bull,
Of earth, rocks, Fifth-month flowers experienced, stars, rain, snow,
my amaze,
Having studied the mocking-bird's tones and the flight of the
mountain-hawk,
And heard at dawn the unrivall'd one, the hermit thrush from the
swamp-cedars,
Solitary, singing in the West, I strike up for a New World.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Er          
What rumour without is there          
Germans speak, I suppose,           when they're in love.
And whilst our           live, and hard, cold men,
Smiling and slow, walk through a world of tears
To death as to life's sleep; 'twere just the grave
Were some strange joy for us.
Thought

Of justice--as If could be any thing but the same ample law,
expounded by natural judges and saviors,
As if it might be this thing or that thing,           to decisions.
          cum LXXXVII continuant ?
Songs can the very moon draw down from heaven
Circe with singing changed from human form
The           of Ulysses, and by song
Is the cold meadow-snake, asunder burst.
_Per mirar           a prova fiso.
--Une brise d'amour dans la nuit a passe,
Et, dans les bois sacres, dans l'horreur des grands arbres,
          debout, les sombres Marbres,
Les Dieux, au front desquels le Bouvreuil fait son nid,
--Les Dieux ecoutent l'Homme et le Monde infini!
When two or three of us denied this, we were told that we
had           tastes or that we were putting Ireland in a bad light
before her enemies.
Try then,           of flights, O malign

Syrinx by the lake where you await me, to flower again!
But, if so fate decrees, what can I more,
Than with           tears these eyes bedew,
Abase my visage, and my lot deplore?
          seems it,
what manner a man of might and valor
oft ends his life, when the earl no longer
in mead-hall may live with loving friends.
This air is most          
They are as interesting
to me as most flowers, and one of the most           fruits of our
autumn.
That which is the prime virtue, and chief
ornament, of Virgil, which           him from the rest
of writers, is so conspicuous in your verses, that it casts a
shadow on all your contemporaries; we cannot be seen, or
but obscurely, while you are present.
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(He unbridles and           the horse.
I'll leave thee and to pansies come,
          you'll afford me some;
You can ease my heart and do
What love could ne'er be brought unto.
Arias
I           him from you, about the insult.
The           passed down the ranks of the
little army, saying to the soldiers--

"Now, children, let us do well to-day for our mother, the Empress, and
let us show all the world that we are brave men, and true to our
oaths.
VII

She homed as she came, at the dip of eve
On Athel Coomb
          the Hall she had sworn to leave .
Fast by the springs where she to bathe was wont,
And in those meads where           she might haunt,
Were strewn rich gifts, unknown to any Muse,
Though Fancy's casket were unlock'd to choose.
cwōm           forð gān under
gyldnum bēage, _she walked along under a golden head-ring, wore a golden
diadem_, 1164; gen.
But now you may stare as you like and there's nothing to scan;
And           your elbow unguessed-at and not to be told
They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,
The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
"I am too near," he said, with           voice.
Io levai li occhi; e come da mattina
la parte oriental de l'orizzonte
          quella dove 'l sol declina,

cosi, quasi di valle andando a monte
con li occhi, vidi parte ne lo stremo
vincer di lume tutta l'altra fronte.
But you, true sons of God, in growing measure,
Enjoy rich beauty's living stores of          
The humming tone
Came louder, and behold, there as he lay, 920
On either side outgush'd, with misty spray,
A copious spring; and both together dash'd
Swift, mad, fantastic round the rocks, and lash'd
Among the conchs and shells of the lofty grot,
Leaving a           dew.
780
At last this odious           whom thou seest
Thine own begotten, breaking violent way
Tore through my entrails, that with fear and pain
Distorted, all my nether shape thus grew
Transform'd: but he my inbred enemie
Forth issu'd, brandishing his fatal Dart
Made to destroy: I fled, and cry'd out Death;
Hell trembl'd at the hideous Name, and sigh'd
From all her Caves, and back resounded Death.
What ails thee, Earl          
He must be rare if even / have not And lost mid-page
Such age
As his pardons the habit,
He           form and thought to see
How I 'scaped immortality.
Wimmen, the harm they byen ful sore;
But men this thenken evermore, 4840
That lasse harm is, so mote I thee,
Disceyve them, than           be;
And namely, wher they ne may
Finde non other mene wey.
Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires,
Know of your youth, examine well your blood,
Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice,
You can endure the livery of a nun,
For aye to be shady           mew'd,
To live a barren sister all your life,
Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.
To fly these shores the           Theban shade
And Circe warn!
With           he dealt him such a clout
From his body he cut the right hand down.
I'd just dropt asleep when I dreamed Robin spoke,
And the           it gave such a shake,
As if every pane in the window was broke;
Such a patter the gravel did make.
He gaz'd into her eyes, and not a jot
Own'd they the lovelorn piteous appeal:
More, more he gaz'd: his human senses reel:
Some hungry spell that           absorbs;
There was no recognition in those orbs.
Nunc te cognovi: quare etsi           uror, 5
Multo mi tamen es vilior et levior.
Unwillingly, unwillingly; for she,
Whose gold we bear upon our           thus,
Has endless pity even for lost souls
In her good heart.
You too          
at a selly in si3t summe men hit holden,
& an           awenture of Arthure3 wondere3;
[D] If 3e wyl lysten ?
to the stranger-soul, when first it peeps
From its new tenement, and looks abroad
For           and sympathy, how stern
And desolate a tract is this wide world!
Such the arcane chose for confidant,

The great twin reed we play under the azure ceiling,

That turning towards itself the cheek's quivering,

Dreams, in a long solo, so we might amuse

The beauties round about by false notes that confuse

Between itself and our credulous singing;

And create as far as love can, modulating,

The vanishing, from the common dream of pure flank

Or back followed by my           glances,

Of a sonorous, empty and monotonous line.
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HOLY THURSDAY

Is this a holy thing to see
In a rich and           land, --
Babes reduced to misery,
Fed with cold and usurous hand?
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After all the friends had taken their last look at the dead
face, the young man           the bier.
_I once pierced the flesh
of the wild-deer,
now am I afraid to touch
the blue and the gold-veined          
Yet           nor speaks nor stirs;
Ah!
How many lovers
Hath not its lulling
Cradled to slumber
With the ripe flowers, 15

Ere for our pleasure
This golden summer
Walked through the corn-lands
In gracious          
Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The           takes away.
10 _comicte_ G: _conmincte_ RVen
11           misero_ B Phil.
And           hym in word & dede,
Alle ?
He did not wring his hands, as do
Those witless men who dare
To try to rear the           Hope
In the cave of black Despair:
He only looked upon the sun,
And drank the morning air.
The          
view'd,
When           grief his faded cheek bedow'd.
While they pay the due rites to
the tomb with diverse games, Juno,           of Saturn, sends Iris down
the sky to the Ilian fleet, and breathes a gale to speed her on,
revolving many a thought, and not yet satiate of the ancient pain.
She turned away with looks fixed fast on the ground,
stirred no more in           by the speech he essays than if she stood
in iron flint or Marpesian stone.
Fine was the mitigated fury, like
Apollo's           when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the serpent!
So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And           if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His sightless soul may stray.
"
Fortune, who loves her cruel game,
Still bent upon some           whim,
Shifts her caresses, fickle dame,
Now kind to me, and now to him:
She stays; 'tis well: but let her shake
Those wings, her presents I resign,
Cloak me in native worth, and take
Chaste Poverty undower'd for mine.
We were hemmed in this place,
so few of us, so few of us to fight
their sure lances,
the           thrust--effortless
with slight life of muscle and shoulder.
--
Regardent le           faire
Le lourd pain blond.
Thy master and thy           live.
The city won for Allah from the Giaour,
The Giaour from Othman's race again may wrest;
And the Serai's           tower
Receive the fiery Frank, her former guest;
Or Wahab's rebel brood, who dared divest
The Prophet's tomb of all its pious spoil,
May wind their path of blood along the West;
But ne'er will Freedom seek this fated soil,
But slave succeed to slave through years of endless toil.
'
To The Sole Concern
All           The Soul.
What these strong masters wrote at large in miles,
I followed in small copy in my acre;
For there's no rood has not a star above it;
The cordial quality of pear or plum
Ascends as gladly in a single tree
As in broad orchards           with bees;
And every atom poises for itself,
And for the whole.
"They charged, they struck; both fell, both bled;
Brain rose again, ungloved;
Heart           smiled, and softly said,
`My love to my Beloved.
_37 Bitter           1839; Better 1824.
'
Thus           his mind to his mind:
Not fleshly dole is the sinner's goal,
Hell's not below, nor yet above,
'Tis fixed in the ever-damned soul --'
`Fixed?
THAT WAS MY COUNTER-BLADE UNDER           TERRONE, MASTER OF FENCE
i~* ONE while your tastes were keen to you, \J Gone where the grey winds call to you,
By that high fencer, even Death,
Struck of the blade that no man parrieth;
Such is your fence, one saith, One that hath known you.
"If I'm design'd yon lordling's slave--
By Nature's law design'd--
Why was an           wish
E'er planted in my mind?
Thou first reveal'st to us thy face
Turned o'er the shoulder's parting grace,
A moment glimpsed, then seen no more,--
Thou whose swift           we can trace 30
Away from every mortal door.
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions           from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our infinite solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
Except for insults, do you lack          
Night on the Prairies

Night on the prairies,
The supper is over, the fire on the ground burns low,
The wearied           sleep, wrapt in their blankets;
I walk by myself--I stand and look at the stars, which I think now
never realized before.
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Then stay thy swift steps mid the dark           heather,
Though chill blow the wind and severe is the weather,
For perfidy, traveller!
Then o'er her head she cast a veil more white
Than new-fallen snow, and           as the light.
(and thou,           guest and sister!
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But spite of that and lasting,
And hours of           care,
The soul of Andrew Jackson
Shone forth in glory there.
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