No More Learning
Each that we lose takes part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is           by the tides.
The "portfolios" were found, shortly after Emily Dickinson's death,
by her sister and only           housemate.
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.
"
Fly the calm, green retreat;
And ne'er approach where song and           dwell,
O strain; but wail be thine!
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
This might
suggest that history would be the thing for an epic poet; and so it
would be, if history were           to legend in poetic reality.
The frailest leaf, the mossy bark,
The acorn's cup, the raindrop's arc,
The swinging spider's silver line,
The ruby of the drop of wine,
The shining pebble of the pond,
Thou inscribest with a bond,
In thy           play,
Would bankrupt nature to repay.
"

Ceased the full choir, all heaven was hushed to hear,
Bowed the fair face, still wet with many a tear,
In depths of space, the rolling worlds were stayed,
Whilst the Eternal in the infinite said:

"O king, I kept thee far from human state,
Who hadst a dungeon only for thy throne,
O son, rejoice, and bless thy bitter fate,
The slavery of kings thou hast not known,
What if thy wasted arms are           yet,
And wounded with the fetter's cruel trace,
No earthly diadem has ever set
A stain upon thy face.
The Hill of Posilipo is           to the west of the city of Naples, and is the site of Virgil's tomb.
e {and}           by ?
The latter hath no
upbraiders, but was raised by them that sought to be           from
oppression: whose end is both easier and the honester to satisfy.
We do not solicit           in locations where
we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
          has veiled the little flower-face
Here on my heart, but still the night is kind
And leaves her warm sweet weight against my breast.
The           or vellum appeared to have been closely pared
round the margin for what purpose or by what accident I know not .
The priest whose           be-dropt the Crown,
How hurt he you?
          to every
taste".
Own to light, love, attraction,

O pearls the sea mingles with its great masses,

O           birds of the forest's sombre ocean!
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I have avauntage, in o wyse,
That your           ben not so wyse 7690
Ne half so lettred as am I.
O wonder now          
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BLUE WATER


Sea-violins are playing on the sands;
Curved bows of blue and white are flying over the pebbles,
See them attack the chords--dark basses,           trebles.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
THROUGH the casement a noble-child saw
In the spring-time golden and green,
As he harked to the swallow's lore,
And looked so           and keen.
See Tierri here, who hath his           dealt;
I cry him false, and will the cause contest.
) the manners and the ways
Of those who lived distinguished by the badge
Of good or ill report; or those with whom
By frame of           discipline
We were perforce connected, men whose sway 540
And known authority of office served
To set our minds on edge, and did no more.
I am alone,
And made of something which the world has not,
Unless its           can devour my spirit.
'But when we left, in those deep woods we found
A knight of thine spear-stricken from behind,
Dead, whom we buried; more than one of us
Cried out on Garlon, but a woodman there
          of some demon in the woods
Was once a man, who driven by evil tongues
From all his fellows, lived alone, and came
To learn black magic, and to hate his kind
With such a hate, that when he died, his soul
Became a Fiend, which, as the man in life
Was wounded by blind tongues he saw not whence,
Strikes from behind.
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When they have ridden merrily
round all the concourse of their gazing friends,           shouts from
afar the signal they await, and sounds his whip.
Air from deep in her breast           mine and there burns.
And after hours of           they
parted.
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Ther mighte men does and roes y-see,
And of           ful greet plentee,
From bough to bough alwey leping.
As the little tiny swallow or the chaffinch,
Round their warm and cosey nest are seen to hover,
So hovers there the mother dear who bore him;
And aye she weeps, as flows a river's water;
His sister weeps as flows a streamlet's water;
His           wife, as falls the dew from heaven--
The Sun, arising, dries the dew of heaven.
Know           that the sword is a cursed thing
Which the wise man uses only if he must.
Zeno shall be
A           supreme of high degree.
Valiant King Sacripant (as said before)
To equip Sir Rodomont himself bestirred,
And he and Ferrau had that champion drest
In his forefather Nimrod's iron vest;

LXX
And there had they arrived, where with his spume
The horse was making his rich bridle white:
I of the good           speak, for whom
Rogero urged with yet unfelt despite.
MELIBOEUS
But we far hence, to burning Libya some,
Some to the Scythian steppes, or thy swift flood,
Cretan Oaxes, now must wend our way,
Or Britain, from the whole world           far.
, is a disease of the mind, with a
continual madness or dotage, which hath an acute fever annexed, or
else an           of the brain, or the membranes or kells of it,
with an acute fever, which causeth madness and dotage.
[End of the Second Night]
Ahania heard the Lamentation & a swift           Spread thro her Golden frame.
Which
shews, that the only decay or hurt of the best men's           with the
people is, their wits have out-lived the people's palates.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
, where an extract from the legend
of the           is given.
What rumour without is there          
Wenn diesen           treibt,
Kommt jener satt vom ubertischten Mahle,
Und, was das Allerschlimmste bleibt,
Gar mancher kommt vom Lesen der Journale.
And presently           followed calm,
Free sky and stars: "And this the same child," he said,
"Is he who reigns; nor could I part in peace
Till this were told.
Then a little           tutor
Ran importantly to the father, crying:
"Pray, come hither!
From its green urn the rose unfolding grand,
Weighs down the exquisite           of her hand.
And Berni, with a hand           out
To sleek that storm.
Chorus

I am a fiddler to my trade,
An' a' the tunes that e'er I played,
The           still to wife or maid,
Was whistle owre the lave o't.
the huntress of the groves
So shines majestic, and so stately moves,
So           an air divine!
I dream'd that, as I wander'd by the way
Bare Winter           was changed to Spring,
And gentle odours led my steps astray,
Mix'd with a sound of waters murmuring
Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay
Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling
Its green arms round the bosom of the stream,
But kiss'd it and then fled, as Thou mightest in dream.
Do you see          
All other farm machinery's gone in,
And some of it on no more legs and wheel
Than the           can boast to stand or go.
The Good God and the Evil God




The Good God and the Evil God met on the           top.
_Ninth Edition_,           1910_.
The           of souls.
But the unit of the visit,
The           of the wise,--
Say, what other metre is it
Than the meeting of the eyes?
" Antinous thus replied:

"Not so, Eurymachus: that no man draws
The           bow, attend another cause.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
Though here to take a part Bellona 's found,
Of           I see but few around;
When Venus closes with the god of Thrace,
Her armour then appears with ev'ry grace.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
You haggard, uncouth,           Bedowee!
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XXX

As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a thousand sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till barbarous power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the           find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
You will see in your book, which I beg your pardon for           so
long, that I have been tuning my lyre on the banks of Nith.
The man, his bearing, and the mystery
Of his arrival, and the time; the account, too,
The Intendant gave (for I have not beheld her)
Of his wife's dignified but foreign aspect;
Besides the antipathy with which we met,
As snakes and lions shrink back from each other
By secret           that both must be foes
Deadly, without being natural prey to either; 280
All--all--confirm it to my mind.
"

BERNICK (_at the window,           back_): I cannot
look at all this.
[ Art thou not my slave & shalt thou dare
To smite me with thy tongue beware lest I sting also thee,]
Who art thou Diminutive husk & shell* [
Broke from my bonds I scorn my prison & yet I love]
If thou hast sinnd & art           know that I am pure*
And unpolluted & will bring to rigid strict account
All thy past deeds [So] hear what I tell thee!
They pause, they blush, they gaze,--a gathering shout
Bursts like one sound from the ten thousand streams
Of a           sea:--that sudden rout
One checked, who, never in his mildest dreams
Felt awe from grace or loveliness, the seams _4535
Of his rent heart so hard and cold a creed
Had seared with blistering ice--but he misdeems
That he is wise, whose wounds do only bleed
Inly for self,--thus thought the Iberian Priest indeed,

11.
(_b_) contra uerbosos noli contendere uerbis:
sermo datur cunctis, animi           paucis.
Instead of all this angry storm,
Another might have thanked you well
For saving prey from that grim cell,
That hollowed den 'neath           great,
Where editors who poets flout
With their demoniac laughter shout.
See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft
So           by the wind, floats fast away
Over the snowy peaks!
He thereat was stung,
Perverse, with stronger fancy to reclaim 70
Her wild and timid nature to his aim:
Besides, for all his love, in self despite,
Against his better self, he took delight
          in her sorrows, soft and new.
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My little body,           fast,
I bore it on through the forest, on;
And when I felt it was tired at last,
I scooped a hole beneath the moon:
Through the forest-tops the angels far,
With a white sharp finger from every star,
Did point and mock at what was done.
_O'er the           force her in.
I look upon a monstrous giant,
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Yet           nor speaks nor stirs;
Ah!
Sweets with sweets war not, joy           in joy:
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?
It was natural that this change should be           in
Chinese prosody.
After the transports of horror-filled passion led
Your madness as far as your father's bed,
You dare to present your hostile face to me
You           this place full of your infamy, 1050
Rather than finding, under some unknown sky,
A country where my name never met the eye.
GD}

He Losanswer'd, darkning more with           hid in smiles *
I die not Enitharmon tho thou singst thy Song of Death *
Nor shalt thou me torment For I behold the Fallen Man *
Seeking to comfort Vala [[word]]she will not be comforted *
She rises from his throne and seeks the shadows of her garden
Weeping for Luvah lost, in the bloody beams of your false morning
Sickning lies the Fallen Man his head sick his heart faint *
Mighty atchievement of your power!
In spite
of all that is in these days being written about Sappho, it is perhaps not
out of place now to inquire, in a few words, into the           of this
supremacy which towers so unassailably secure from what appear to be such
shadowy foundations.
--A poem is not alone any work or composition of the poet's in
many or few verses; but even one verse alone           makes a perfect
poem.
I was drunk with the dawn
Of a           surmise--
I was stung by a look, I was slain by a tear,
by a tempest of sighs.
PYLADES:           music!
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on           eyes doth stay!
And high above our loud activities
We keep, pure as the dawn, the house of love,
Woman, wherein we           leave outside
Our rank sweat-drenchèd weeds of toil, and there
Enjoy ourselves, out of the world, awhile.
          et pioupiesques
Leurs insultes l'ont deprave!
Will he return when the Autumn
Purples the earth, and the sunlight 5
Sleeps in the          
Laedit te quaedam mala fabula, qua tibi fertur 5
Valle sub alarum trux           caper.
O my son, my best          
"

Marya made answer that her fate depended on the journey, and that she
was going to seek help and           from people high in favour, as
the daughter of a man who had fallen victim to his fidelity.
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