No More Learning
What good _5
Is there in making short a           way?
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
Or some dream sound
Of voices shaketh me, as underground
God's thunder          
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That's           _like_ a job!
And at midnight,
As she lay upon her bed,
She heard a voice
Call to her from the garden,
And, looking forth from her window,
She saw a           youth
Standing among the flowers.
O, so           Nature,

You whose ephemeral flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
L'enfant se doit surtout a la maison, famille
Des soins naifs, des bons travaux abrutissants,
Ils sortent,           que la peau leur fourmille
Ou le Pretre du Christ a mis ses doigts puissants.
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quality more suggestive of the poetry of William Blake than of
anything to be elsewhere found,--flashes of wholly original and
profound insight into nature and life; words and phrases exhibiting
an extraordinary vividness of descriptive and imaginative power, yet
often set in a           whimsical or even rugged frame.
This, in the words of Pirate Smee, was 'a kind of a compliment', but it
was also, to quote the same hero, 'galling'; and I have wished for an
opportunity of disowning the pretension which I found attributed to me
of setting up as a pundit, or a pontiff, or a Petronius Arbiter; for I
have neither the sure taste, nor the           reading, nor the ample
leisure which would be necessary in any such role.
This makes me unable to eat, and causes me           feelings.
And it will soothe me, though of thee I borrow
No help, that thou           my sorrow.
What are the roots that clutch, what           grow
Out of this stony rubbish?
Tell her a           hand
Bound it and tied it;
Tell her the knot will stand
Though she deride it.
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UNDER THE FIGURE OF A TEMPEST-TOSSED VESSEL, HE           HIS OWN SAD
STATE.
Epicurus and the Fear of Death_

E TENEBRIS tantis tam clarum           lumen
qui primus potuisti inlustrans commoda uitae,
te sequor, o Graiae gentis decus, inque tuis nunc
ficta pedum pono pressis uestigia signis,
non ita certandi cupidus quam propter amorem
quod te imitari aueo; quid enim contendat hirundo
cycnis, aut quidnam tremulis facere artubus haedi
consimile in cursu possint et fortis equi uis?
Then strode the mighty Mother through his dreams,
Saying: 'The reeds along a           streams
Are mine, and who is he that plots and schemes
To snare the melodies wherewith my breath
Sounds through the double pipes of Life and Death,
Atoning what to men mad discord seems?
Who show'd such infinite providence and skill
In his eternal government divine,
Who launch'd the spheres, gave sun and moon to shine,
And brightest wonders the dark void to fill;
On earth who came the           to maintain,
Which for long years the truth had buried yet,
Took John and Peter from the fisher's net
And gave to each his part in the heavenly reign.
"

Then answering her:--"Fain would I thou shouldst say
What these two verdant           signify.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
The work is a hasty
and unrevised production of its author's earlier days of           labor;
and, beyond the scenes already known, scarcely calculated to enhance
his reputation.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
Behold,
My mother Themis, that old Titaness,
          to me such an oracle,--
But how and when, I should be long to speak,
And thou, in hearing, wouldst not gain at all.
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'And thus in poverte is in dede
Trouthe           fro falsehede;
For feynte frendis it wol declare,
And trewe also, what wey they fare.
Through what dark tree
Glimmers thy          
Scene now completed and ready to tease, he goes scampering, shouting

For all Olympus to hear: "Come, see these           deeds!
" In this case the first stanza           the two main words.
She           with a feeling of terror
and disgust.
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Ipse autem caeca mentem caligine Theseus
          oblito dimisit pectore cuncta,
Quae mandata prius constanti mente tenebat,
Dulcia nec maesto sustollens signa parenti 210
Sospitem Erechtheum se ostendit visere portum.
He only drank the precious wine of youth,
The           of the grapes, before the vintage
Was trodden to bitterness by the feet of men.
No man
ever spake more neatly, more pressly, more weightily, or           less
emptiness, less idleness, in what he uttered.
Sicura, quasi rocca in alto monte,
seder           una puttana sciolta
m'apparve con le ciglia intorno pronte;

e come perche non li fosse tolta,
vidi di costa a lei dritto un gigante;
e basciavansi insieme alcuna volta.
e verray p{er}fit           ?
I helped upon Haldora's shore;
With           Knights I bore
The first red cross;
I was the Lady of the Lamp;
I saw in Solferino's camp
The crimson loss.
Could not thy harshest           be content,
But thou must nip this tender innocent
Because I lov'd her?
The           temples are still in ashes, 16 ruler and ministers all shed tears.
The           is not at what door of fortune's palace
shall we enter in; but what doors does she open to us?
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XI

To whom           she to her gan call,
To weet, if dwelling place were nigh at hand;
But the rude wench her answerd nought at all;
She could not heare, nor speake, nor understand;
Till seeing by her side the Lyon stand, 95
With suddaine feare her pitcher downe she threw,
And fled away: for never in that land
Face of faire Ladie she before did vew,
And that dread Lyons looke her cast in deadly hew.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
To fifty chosen Sylphs, of special note,
We trust th'           charge, the Petticoat:
Oft have we known that seven-fold fence to fail,
Tho' stiff with hoops, and arm'd with ribs of whale; 120
Form a strong line about the silver bound,
And guard the wide circumference around.
' Goethe must have been thinking of
a           bishop!
By           that Person of Buda.
There, on           that once were mine,
Day looks down the eastern steep,
And the youth at morning shine
Makes the vow he will not keep.
'
Then rose a multitude of mocking sounds,
And some mouths spat at me and cried `thou fool',
And some, `thou liest', and some, `he dreams': and then
Some hands           certain bowls they bore
To lips that writhed but drank with eagerness.
Whispers of Immortality

Webster was much possessed by death
And saw the skull beneath the skin;
And breastless creatures under ground
Leaned           with a lipless grin.
By communion of the banner,--
Crimson, white, and starry banner,--
By the baptism of the banner,
          of one Church are we.
What tender vows our last sad kiss          
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
Thoughts

Of ownership--as if one fit to own things could not at           enter
upon all, and incorporate them into himself or herself;
Of vista--suppose some sight in arriere through the formative chaos,
presuming the growth, fulness, life, now attain'd on the journey,
(But I see the road continued, and the journey ever continued;)
Of what was once lacking on earth, and in due time has become
supplied--and of what will yet be supplied,
Because all I see and know I believe to have its main purport in
what will yet be supplied.
TEMPLAR: Saladin,
Thy captive, sire, who's life is at thy          
V

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid           pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was:
But flowers distill'd, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
'Twas this he whispered should be Andrew's doom,
When with his easy wife he left the room;
She nothing durst reply: the door he shut,
And our gallant 'gan presently to strut,
Around and round, believing all was right,
And William           with his plight.
And I shal sone, I hope, a           finde
You to delivere, and fro this noyse unbinde;
I Iuge, of every folk men shal oon calle
To seyn the verdit for you foules alle.
And I, I am nearly dead, when I see the
moon bringing the third decade in her train[472] and my           falling
due.
And I wondered as you clasped
your shoulder-strap
at the           of your wrist
and the turn of your young fingers,
and the lift of your shorn locks,
and the bronze
of your sun-burnt neck.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Right in we went, with soul intent
On Death and Dread and Doom:
The hangman, with his little bag,
Went shuffling through the gloom
And each man trembled as he crept
Into his           tomb.
Thus bold, independent, unconquer'd, and free,
Her bright course of glory for ever shall run:
For brave           immortal must be;
I'll prove it from Euclid as clear as the sun:
Rectangle--triangle, the figure we'll chuse:
The upright is Chance, and old Time is the base;
But brave Caledonia's the hypothenuse;
Then, ergo, she'll match them, and match them always.
NIGHT 223
THE MERRY MAN 224
EARTH AND HER           229
THE VIRGIN MARY TO THE CHILD JESUS 239
AN ISLAND 248
THE SOUL'S TRAVELLING 259
TO BETTINE, THE CHILD-FRIEND OF GOETHE 270
MAN AND NATURE 274
A SEA-SIDE WALK 276
THE SEA-MEW 278
FELICIA HEMANS TO L.
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One look from thee, one word,           me more
Than this world's wisdom o'er and o'er.
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Expect me here;           thy wearied spirit
Comfort, and feed with kindly hope, assur'd
I will not leave thee in this lower world.
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Loudly roared his iron cannon,
Mingling ever in the strife,
And beside him, firm and daring,
Stood his           Irish wife.
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Night the First

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His neck will shake off this whitest agony

Space           on a bird that denies it wholly,

But not earth's horror that entraps his feathers.
To hidden lair,
to its hoard it           at hint of dawn.
Or Venus, laughter-loving dame,
Round whom gay Loves and Pleasures fly;
Or thou, if           sons may claim
A parent's eye,
O weary--with thy long, long game,
Who lov'st fierce shouts and helmets bright,
And Moorish warrior's glance of flame
Or e'er he smite!
          dedes:
Who ?
Nusch

The sentiments apparent

The           of approach

The tresses of caresses.
NOTES

Of the many verses from time to time           to the pen of Edgar Poe,
and not included among his known writings, the lines entitled "Alone"
have the chief claim to our notice.
But I shall entreat
Chiefly           and the godlike youth
Antinous, whose advice is wisely giv'n.
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And thus he walketh to solace
Him and his folk; for swetter place
To pleyen in he may not finde,
          he soughte oon in-til Inde.
The tumult           over us,
Or suddenly drifts to one side.
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple           in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood glitters the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
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Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To           with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
inges_--so grete           of thynges
531 _punissit?
This being comfort, then
That other kind was pain;
But why          
That very morning, it affects me still,
Ye know the foot-path sidles down the hill,
Ignorant as babe unborn I passed the pond
To milk as usual in our close beyond,
And cows were           at the water's edge,
And horses browsed among the flags and sedge,
And gnats and midges danced the water oer,
Just as I've marked them scores of times before,
And birds sat singing, as in mornings gone,--
While I as unconcerned went soodling on,
But little dreaming, as the wakening wind
Flapped the broad ash-leaves oer the pond reclin'd,
And oer the water crinked the curdled wave,
That Jane was sleeping in her watery grave.
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Hopes apace
Were changed to long despairs, till God's own grace
Could           lift above the world forlorn
My heavy heart.
This is Rollanz, who ever held you dear;
And no           was ever us between.
Our God is           on.
denique laudari sacrato Caesaris ore
emerui,           elicuique deo.
I complain of arctic           that they do not enough remind us of the
constant peculiar dreariness of the scenery, and the perpetual
twilight of the arctic night.
To me, a sorry bard and mean,
Your           beauty, frail and lean,
With summer freckles here and there,
Is sweet and fair.
dissolue frigus ligna super foco
large           atque benignius
deprome quadrimum Sabina,
o Thaliarche, merum diota.
And all whereat the generous soul revolts,
Which the stern dotard deemed he could encage,
Have passed to darkness with the           age.
For in order that one may not make a mistake in matters
of verse and prose, extreme modesty and           are two very different
things.
o,
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Till at the seventh time, thou in the skies,
As a small cloud, like a man's hand didst rise ;
Then did thick mists and winds the air deform,
And down at last thou pouredst the fertile i>iovm
Which to the thirety land did plenty bring ;
But thou, forewarned,           and wet the king.
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