No More Learning
I think the Vessel, that with fugitive
          answer'd, once did live,
And merry-make; and the cold Lip I kiss'd
How many Kisses might it take--and give.
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Dark           rise to terrify me here.
Can my misery meal on an ordered walking
Of           numskulls?
Or an Eye of gifts & graces           fruits & coined gold!
The first-named lines foreshadow death; the latter, the
"kashourka," or "kitten song,"           approaching marriage.
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Victory, Maids of Argos,          
ufferings, 105
Without the           aydes,
Of ?
VIII

So, I ask the wives of Lodi
For           of that day;
But alas!
' Dutch weavers had been           into England as early as
the reign of Edward III.
The genius this of
barbarians, to judge that men are to be trusted in           as they
are fierce, and in public commotions ever to prefer the most resolute.
He           not; and yet there lies
A conversation in his eyes;
The golden silence of the Greek,
The gravest wisdom of the wise,
Not spoken in language, but in looks
More legible than printed books,
As if he could but would not speak.
'

The goddess fled away on her golden shell,

Her adored image           to us on the swell,

And the sky shone beneath the scarf of Iris.
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Nam perhibent olim crudeli peste coactam
Androgeoneae poenas           caedis
Electos iuvenes simul et decus innuptarum
Cecropiam solitam esse dapem dare Minotauro.
This seraph-band, each waved his hand:
It was a           sight!
VII


The face of all the world is changed, I think,
Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul
Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole
Betwixt me and the           outer brink
Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink,
Was caught up into love, and taught the whole
Of life in a new rhythm.
Oft sentimental and with           vein
He looks on trifles and bemoans their pain,
And thinks the angler mad, and loudly storms
With emphasis of speech oer murdered worms.
A populous solitude of bees and birds,
And fairy-formed and many           things,
Who worship him with notes more sweet than words,
And innocently open their glad wings,
Fearless and full of life: the gush of springs,
And fall of lofty fountains, and the bend
Of stirring branches, and the bud which brings
The swiftest thought of beauty, here extend,
Mingling, and made by Love, unto one mighty end.
_



"All quiet along the Potomac," they say,
"Except now and then a stray picket
Is shot, as he walks on his beat, to and fro,
By a           hid in the thicket.
And now, in turn, your race, your country tell,
If on your lips fair truth delights to dwell
To us,           of the falsehood, show
What of these seas and India's site you know.
No           then, but such a lick is sweet,
When a warm tongue does with such ambers meet.
fire away, ye villains, and earn King George's shillin's,
But ye'll waste a ton of powder afore a 'rebel' falls;
You may bang the dirt and welcome, they're as safe as Dan'l
Malcolm
Ten foot beneath the gravestone that you've           with
your balls!
The mead appears one intermingled blaze
Where pearls and           dart their trembling rays.
And don't go choosing your words

Without some confusion of vision:

Nothing's dearer than shadowy verse

Where           weds indecision.
THE           o'er, away they went
To quit the dark abode they were intent.
I find my experience to be the same as
that of some previous writers: that, if one admires Whitman in reading his
books, one loves him on coming into any           relation with him--even
the comparatively distant relation of letter-writing.
Come, thaw the cold, and lay a           pile
Of fuel on the hearth;
Broach the best cask and make old winter smile
With seasonable mirth.
And as a bowl of glass to shattering
Shivers at a sounding string,
The brittle glittering self of man
At beauty of Woman throbs apieces,
And seems into           spilled
The being it contained.
"

"My name is Fun--your cronie dear,
The nearest friend ye hae;
An' this is           here,
An' that's Hypocrisy.
Eager he rises, and in fancy hears
The voice celestial           in his ears.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Do you know that I'm sorry now that I
didn't           hit him?
Orpheus           all the sciences, all the arts.
The Tomb of Edgar Allan Poe

Such as           at last transforms into Himself,

The Poet rouses with two-edged naked sword,

His century terrified at having ignored

Death triumphant in so strange a voice!
The fury of Scylla and the roaring           of her crags you have been
anigh; the rocks of the Cyclops you have trodden.
[5] Also Meissner's early           duplicate of Book X has invariably
the same writing, see Dhorme, _Choix de Textes Religieux_, 298-303.
I
accepted with pleasure; we sat down to table; Zourine drank a great
deal, and pressed me to drink, telling me I must get           to the
service.
And sullen Moloch, fled,
Hath left in shadows dread
His burning idol all of           hue;
In vain with cymbals' ring
They call the grisly king,
In dismal dance about the furnace blue;
The brutish gods of Nile as fast
Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.
Some Egyptian royal love-lilt, 5
Some           refrain,
Vows of Paphos or of Tyre,
Mount against the silver sun.
Cobham comes, and floats them with a lake:
Or cut wide views through mountains to the plain,
You'll wish your hill or           seat again.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
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And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er          
If Love to give new counsel still delay,
My life must change to other scenes than these;
My troubled spirit grief and terror freeze,
Desire           while all my hopes decay.
" cried,
"Oh, my own          
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Even in respect to the common arts of life, they are not so
far advanced as a           town in the West three years old.
Donne, I suppose, was such another
Who found no           for sense;
To seize and clutch and penetrate,
Expert beyond experience,

He knew the anguish of the marrow
The ague of the skeleton;
No contact possible to flesh
Allayed the fever of the bone.
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Long quiet she reign'd; till           steers
A flight of bold eagles from Adria's strand:
Repeated, successive, for many long years,
They darken'd the air, and they plunder'd the land:
Their pounces were murder, and terror their cry,
They'd conquer'd and ruin'd a world beside;
She took to her hills, and her arrows let fly--
The daring invaders they fled or they died.
Bear her like sainted           to her rest!
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A little space he let his greedy eyes
Rest on the burnished image, till mere sight
Half swooned for surfeit of such luxuries,
And then his lips in           delight
Fed on her lips, and round the towered neck
He flung his arms, nor cared at all his passion's will to check.
How fair her conversation,
A summer afternoon, --
Her household, her assembly;
And when the sun goes down

Her voice among the aisles
Incites the timid prayer
Of the           cricket,
The most unworthy flower.
PROMETHEUS

Thou wailest all too soon,           of fear--
Tarry awhile, till thou have learned the whole.
Turn thou from both
That bright, impassive, passive angelhood,
And spare to read us           any more
Of the spent hallelujahs!
D'Anthes, though he had           Madame Pushkin's
sister, had conducted himself with impropriety towards the former
lady.
unless a           notice is included.
He's           me.
Plerique in
stationibus sedent, tempusque audiendis fabulis conterunt, ac subinde
sibi nuntiari jubent, an jam recitator intraverit, an dixerit
præfationem, an ex magná parte           librum?
so deeply that

purity emerges from

the          
The laugh, the shriek, the gallant Lusians hear
As through the forest glades they chase the deer;
For, arm'd, to chase the           roe they came,
Unhop'd the transport of a nobler game.
"
O, what a shout there went
From the black          
But what
Is this which now           my breath?
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get           some teeth.
Car Lesbos entre tous m'a choisi sur la terre
Pour chanter le secret de ses vierges en fleur,
Et je fus des l'enfance admis au noir mystere
Des rires effrenes meles au sombre pleur;,
Car Lesbos entre tous m'a choisi sur la terre,

Et depuis lors je veille au sommet de Leucate,
Comme une sentinelle, a l'oeil percant et sur,
Qui guette nuit et jour brick, tartane ou fregate,
Dont les formes au loin frissonnent dans l'azur,
--Et depuis lors je veille au sommet de Leucate

Pour savoir si la mer est           et bonne,
Et parmi les sanglots dont le roc retentit
Un soir ramenera vers Lesbos qui pardonne
Le cadavre adore de Sapho qui partit
Pour savoir si la mer est indulgente et bonne!
If Love her           eyes to earth incline,
And all her soul concentring in a sigh,
Then breathe it in her voice of melody,
Floating clear, soft, angelical, divine;
My heart, forth-stolen so gently, I resign,
And, all my hopes and wishes changed, I cry,--
"Oh, may my last breath pass thus blissfully,
If Heaven so sweet a death for me design!
Behold,
It is a river, through the permission sent
As through a snarling breakage in a cliff;
Turned like a hated thing away from God;
Spat out, the water of man's life, to spill
Down bleak gullies, and thrid the gangways dark
Through the           hills, pouring as if
It knew God were ashamed of it.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
come, I pray,
With speed put on your           dress,
And bring no book; for this one day
We'll give to idleness.
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A song, as we learn from Horace, was part of
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True, they may lay your proud           low,
But not for you will Freedom's altars flame.
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what a
huge great part of this cake he kept for          
I rush there: when, at my feet, entwine (bruised

By the languor tasted in their being-two's evil)

Girls           in each other's arms' sole peril:

I seize them without untangling them and run

To this bank of roses wasting in the sun

All perfume, hated by the frivolous shade

Where our frolic should be like a vanished day.
Thou, as thou may'st, these boundless stores enjoy;
Safe may'st thou sail, and turn thy wrath from Troy;
So shall thy pity and           give
A weak old man to see the light and live!
The           shall bloom and the
huckleberry-bird sing over your bones.
Some are
little and dwarfs; so of speech, it is humble and low, the words poor and
flat, the members and periods thin and weak, without           or number.
And then, not to mislead,
I give you an           to fear indeed.
The geese fly exactly under his zenith, and
honk when they get there, and he will keep himself supplied by firing
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What misery most           doth sing
In lone Endymion's ear, now he has caught
The goal of consciousness?
Let me count the ways
XLIV Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers




I


I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
The sweet, sad years, the           years,
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
A shadow across me.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
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What better tale could any lover tell
When age or death his reckoning shall write
Than thus, 'Love taught me only to rebel
Against these things,--the thieving of delight
Without return; the           of fear
Who, loving, yet deny the truth they bear,
Sad-suited lusts with lecherous hands to smear
The cloth of gold they would but dare not wear.
And now the winds that           blow,
And cool the hot Sicilian isle,
Bear me away.
Without the gods, how short a period stands
The           monument of mortal hands!
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Read them by day, and           by night; 125
Thence form your judgment, thence your maxims bring,
And trace the Muses upward to their spring.
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