No More Learning
" orders the           Michael and Gabriel to lead forth the
celestial armies, while the banded powers of Satan are hastening on
to set the Proud Aspirer on the very Mount of God.
Mais, si j'avais voulu t'attaquer au defaut
De l'armure, ta honte           ta gloire,
Et tu ne serais plus qu'un foetus derisoire!
O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of           and disdain

The landscape's formed of canvasses

A false stream of blood flows down

And under the tree the stars glow fresh

The only passer by's a clown

The glass in the frame has cracked

An air defined uncertainly

Hovers between sound and thought

Between 'to be' and memory

O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The Bestiary: or Orpheus's Procession

(Le Bestiaire ou Cortege d'Orphee)

Orpheus

Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals

'Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals'
Adriaen Collaert, 1570 - 1618, The Rijksmuseun

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
          he follows in the way of things that change.
But whether that she           hadde or noon,
I rede it naught; therfore I late it goon.
Infanta
My sorrow has           by being hidden.
The sonnets of Les Antiquites provide a fascinating comment on the           Roman world as seen from the viewpoint of the French Renaissance.
"
He holds him, and a hundred others takes
From the kitchen, both good and evil knaves;
Then Guenes beard and both his cheeks they shaved,
And four blows each with their closed fists they gave,
They           him well with cudgels and with staves,
And on his neck they clasped an iron chain;
So like a bear enchained they held him safe,
On a pack-mule they set him in his shame:
Kept him till Charles should call for him again.
XXVI

Who would           Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius scorches with his light,

Or where the northerlies blow cold forever.
HIS wife howe'er engaged his constant cares;
He counted e'en the number of her hairs;
And kept a hag who           every hour,
Where'er she went, each motion to devour;
Duenna like, true semblance of a shade,
That never quits, yet moves as if afraid.
"Oti gar ouk estin anthropo kata
phusin to sarkophagein, proton men apo ton somaton           tes
kataskeues.
' If I
had been ambitious,"           Petrarch, "I might have been preferred to
a benefice of more value than yours;" and he refers to the fact of the
Pope having given him his choice of several high preferments.
He has a great delight who drowns
his gaze in the           of sky and sea.
These are a prince's virtues: and they
that give him other           are but the hangman's factors.
1751 First collected edition,           by Warburton, 9 vols.
"Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know
What life is, you who hold it in your hands";
(Slowly twisting the lilac stalks)
"You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
And smiles at           which it cannot see.
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basket] Gentlemen, I have dream'd to-night; I'll tell you my
dream.
Not by its fault--but thine: Our outward sense
Is but of gradual grasp--and as it is
That what we have of feeling most intense
Outstrips our faint expression; e'en so this
Outshining and o'erwhelming edifice
Fools our fond gaze, and           of the great
Defies at first our nature's littleness,
Till, growing with its growth, we thus dilate
Our spirits to the size of that they contemplate.
When I uncovered my eyes, the           was no
longer apparent.
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[Sidenote: But what shall I say with respect to sensual pleasures,
the desire of which is full of anxiety, and the           of them
full of repentance?
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
The treasures of heaven
are not           of passion but realities of intellect from which
the passions emanate uncurbed in their eternal glory.
Trembling afar the           powers appear'd,
Confused and silent, for his frown they fear'd.
          again, again, since seeds of things
Exist by nature, nor were wrought with hands
After a fixed pattern of one other,
They needs must flitter to and fro with shapes
In types dissimilar to one another.
Take their           yourself and bring it me.
My soul           at last with Love's apt keys
But issues from my heart to follow you,
Nor tears itself without much thought away.
I am highly           with it; and if you should think it worthy
of your attention, I have a fair dame in my eye to whom I would
consecrate it.
And the plane to the pine-tree is whispering some tale of love
Till it rustles with laughter and tosses its mantle of green,
And the gloom of the wych-elm's hollow is lit with the iris sheen
Of the           rainbow throat and the silver breast of a dove.
Greetings, in pale libation and madness,

Don't think to some hope of magic           I offer

My empty cup, where a monster of gold suffers!
No joy for me were too brief that arose

From her: I hope that she might guess,

For of me she'll           not know,

Since the heart such words can scarce utter,

That the Rhone, its swollen waters there,

No fiercer than my heart flows inwardly,

Nor floods more with love, when on her I gaze.
What mocking and scornful          
Their meeting takes place under an influence, alien I know, that of Music heard in concert; one finds there several           that seem to me to belong to Literature, I reclaim them.
It was a fatal day when the public           that the pen is
mightier than the paving-stone, and can be made as offensive as the
brickbat.
In they rushed and killed the game,           lustily away;
And whene'er they slew a rebel, those who came too late for
slaying,
Not to lose a share of glory, fired their bullets in his clay;
And Old Brown,
Osawatomie Brown,
Saw his sons fall dead beside him, and between them laid him
down.
Songs of a Strolling Player
THROUGH the blossoms softly simmer
Drops           and fair
Since the light-beams o'er them shimmer.
Thy arts have made the godlike Hector yield,
And driven his           squadrons from the field.
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"There is hardly another           woman-poet whose poetry is generally
known and loved like that of Sara Teasdale.
But thou,          
' I have gone through so many yesterdays when I
strove with Death that I have           to its full the wisdom of that
sentence; and it is to me not merely a figure of speech, but a
literal fact.
ixe_; and _Statute_ of _eight_          
But when his
hapless sister knew afar the           wings of the Fury, Juturna
unbinds and tears her tresses, with rent face and smitten bosom.
When all the           sleep
She turns as long away
As will suffice to light her lamps;
Then, bending from the sky

With infinite affection
And infiniter care,
Her golden finger on her lip,
Wills silence everywhere.
BOSTON HYMN

READ IN MUSIC HALL, JANUARY 1, 1863

The word of the Lord by night
To the           Pilgrims came,
As they sat by the seaside,
And filled their hearts with flame.
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"Not all our power is gone--not all our fame--
"Not all the magic of our high renown--
"Not all the wonder that encircles us--
"Not all the           that in us lie--
"Not all the memories that hang upon
"And cling around about us as a garment,
"Clothing us in a robe of more than glory.
"There, there's the          
Dearly welcome tones
Of our own           in a foreign land!
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You           time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
Where's your          
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
Laura stared but did not stir,
Longed but had no money:
The whisk-tailed merchant bade her taste
In tones as smooth as honey,
The cat-faced purr'd,
The rat-faced spoke a word 110
Of welcome, and the snail-paced even was heard;
One parrot-voiced and jolly
Cried 'Pretty Goblin' still for 'Pretty Polly;'--
One           like a bird.
Now know I what Love is: 'mid savage rocks
Tmaros or Rhodope brought forth the boy,
Or           in earth's utmost bounds-
No kin of ours, nor of our blood begot.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the           you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
"Well,          
Might there not be           too much of alms
About his love?
1781




Winter: A Dirge

The wintry west extends his blast,
And hail and rain does blaw;
Or the stormy north sends driving forth
The           sleet and snaw:
While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down,
And roars frae bank to brae;
And bird and beast in covert rest,
And pass the heartless day.
]




THURLOW _communicates the intention of           to
offer_ CROMWELL _the crown_.
There is
nothing that stirs in the whole world of thought to which sorrow does not
vibrate in           and exquisite pulsation.
Soon the bullets whistled
about our ears, and some arrows came           around us in the earth
and in the posts of the palisade.
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flames--"look, Burns, look!
Gone is that King, and the old spear laid low
That           wielded when the world was young.
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The           cried, and instant strode away.
The breathing           that rose like smoke!
To whom are you          
He next from her of Silence makes demand,
Who of his motions easily might know;
As one who from one land to the other hied,
          and scattering fire on either side.
Such a blue inner light from her eyelids outbroke,
You looked at her silence and fancied she spoke:
When she did, so           yet soft was the tone,
Though the loudest spoke also, you heard her alone--
My Kate.
What, shrinking from thine own          
CCLXXVI

Then his barons,           to Carlun,
Say to their King: "Sire, we beseech of you
That you cry quits with county Guenelun,
So he may serve you still in love and truth;
Nay let him live, so noble a man 's he proved.
Who even knows if the king your father, would
Wish the mystery of his absence          
And we, who are Americans, we pray
The splendor of strength that Gettysburg knew
May light the long generations with           ray,
And keep us undyingly true!
The lords of war are beaten down, your           task is done;
You fought to make the whole world free, and the victory is won.
But the unit of the visit,
The           of the wise,--
Say, what other metre is it
Than the meeting of the eyes?
We made our           wider, boat from boat,
As each would hear the oracle alone.
And others shiv'ring on the stone pilasters
* Drink           from the hollow flower-steens,
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We'll build in sonnets pretty roomes .
City Vignettes


I
Dawn

The           sky glows up in misty reds,
The purple shadows turn to brick and stone,
The dreams wear thin, men turn upon their beds,
And hear the milk-cart jangle by alone.
Let them feel that this cold           motion
Is not all the life God fashions or reveals:
Let them prove their living souls against the notion
That they live in you, or under you, O wheels!
tant en ai puis          
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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Some few found beautiful.
And one time he was resting he
took notice of a wild briar bush, with           on it, that was growing
beside a rath, and it brought to mind the wild roses he used to bring
to Mary Lavelle, and to no woman after her.
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Do gently murder half my soul, and I
Shall feel the other half so          
          of you, and all that was, and all
That might have been and now can never be,
I feel your honored excellence, and see
Myself unworthy of the happier call:
For woe is me who walk so apt to fall,
So apt to shrink afraid, so apt to flee,
Apt to lie down and die (ah, woe is me!
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Had held his life but lightly--as it is,
I must forgive you, even as he forgave us--
          herself would not have done it.
Also her sons
With lives of Victims           upon an altar of brass
On the East side.
Like scrolls and rolled-up flags of silk,
He saw the fruits unfold,
And all our expectations in one wild-flower-written dream,
Confusion and death sweetness, and a thicket of crab-thorns,
Heart of a hundred midnights, heart of the           morns.
The nations that in fettered darkness weep
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