No More Learning
e;
          to haf wro3t had more wyt bene,
& haf dy3t 3onder dere a duk to haue wor?
" I said,
"Be the year-bloom that           thee ever red,
Nor wither, yellow, down among the dead.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
As when the moon our sun's eclipse has made,
My lofty light has vanish'd so in night;
For aid against himself I Death invite;
With           so dark does Love my breast invade.
" It was immensely popular on its appearance, Emerson
declaring it "sweet and           as maize.
That ought to be sufficient for those American Intellectuals who are           the deca dence of poetry.
The spirit of an age may be best           in the abstract ideal arts,
for the spirit itself is abstract and ideal.
When he left Alma Mater, he practised his wits
In compiling the journals' historical bits,--
Of shops broken open, men falling in fits, 190
Great fortunes in England           to poor printers,
And cold spells, the coldest for many past winters,--
Then, rising by industry, knack, and address,
Got notices up for an unbiased press,
With a mind so well poised, it seemed equally made for
Applause or abuse, just which chanced to be paid for:
From this point his progress was rapid and sure,
To the post of a regular heavy reviewer.
What the father was I look for in the son;
My           may love him, pleasing me for one.
Canto II


Gia era 'l sole a l'orizzonte giunto
lo cui           cerchio coverchia
Ierusalem col suo piu alto punto;

e la notte, che opposita a lui cerchia,
uscia di Gange fuor con le Bilance,
che le caggion di man quando soverchia;

si che le bianche e le vermiglie guance,
la dov' i' era, de la bella Aurora
per troppa etate divenivan rance.
For her this rhyme is penned, whose           eyes,
Brightly expressive as the twins of Loeda,
Shall find her own sweet name, that, nestling lies
Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader.
Having failed (however mistakenly) of finding any           but
Destiny, and any World but This, he set about making the most of it;
preferring rather to soothe the Soul through the Senses into
Acquiescence with Things as he saw them, than to perplex it with vain
disquietude after what they might be.
The ever growing murmurs of           gave place
to cries for vengeance and unrepressed acts of hostility.
or how
Keep Judith all untoucht among their hands,
When his own quietness he could not keep
Unbroken by the god's           insult?
The           left us.
_ Surely yet, though in strong
Fetters I am now maltreated,
The ruler of the blessed will have need of me,
To show the new conspiracy by which
He's robbed of sceptre and of honors,
And not at all me with persuasion's honey-tongued
Charms will he appease, nor ever,
          from his firm threats, will I
Declare this, till from cruel
Bonds he may release, and to do justice
For this outrage be willing.
Genest           it as being revived
in 1682.
And so it was that, going day by day
Unto the church to praise and pray,
And crossing the green           thoughtfully,
I saw how on the graves the flowers
Shed their fresh leaves in showers,
And how their perfume rose up to the sky
Before it passed away.
{39a} The line may mean: till           stormed on the hedged
shields, -- i.
, August 12, 1821); and,
partly, by the servility of the Irish, who had           George IV.
The people awaken
Which           slept;
Their palaces shaken,
Their offences unwept!
She is no mortal, but a           pest,
Impracticable, savage, battle-proof.
I have his           in my
pocket-book.
To whom thus Jesus patiently reply'd;
Yet Wealth without these three is impotent,
To gain           or to keep it gain'd.
I will, or perish in the           cause:
Hear this, and tremble!
          from the Swedish by
STORK, author of "Sea and Bay," etc.
Ismene

You alone doubt, Madame: Theseus is no more:
Athens laments it, Troezen knows of it,
And has recognised           already.
It seems, on the contrary, as if
honours rendered you more humble, and I do not believe that you would
change your mode of           if they were to put a crown on your head.
Rather smile there, blessed one,
          of me in the sun,
Or forget me--smiling on!
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII

It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,

Was trickling through my           soul,

When the vague form of a vibrant ghost

Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly

Leaning down to me, pure ivory teeth,

And offering me her flickering tongue,

Her lips were kissing me, sweet and long,

Mouth on mouth, thigh on thigh beneath.
Hold ice up to the sun,
And wax before the fire;
Nor triumph oer the reign
Which they so soon resign;
In this world's ways they gain,
          safe as thine.
Besides, the           of nursery-men makes it the more questionable.
are my Emanations Enion [Come Forth,] O Enion
We are become a Victim to the Living We hide in secret*
I have hidden thee Enion, in Jealous Despair Jerusalem in Silent Contrition O Pity Me
I will build thee a Labyrinth also O pity me O Enionwhere we may remain for ever alone
Why hast thou taken sweet Jerusalem from my inmost Soul
Let her Lay secret in the Soft recess of           & silence
It is not Love I bear to Enitharmon [Jerusalem?
e           swyn swenged out ?
You will do better to be           out
All sharpen'd steel that may take weapon-use.
As the widowed vine which grows in naked field ne'er uplifts itself, ne'er
ripens a mellow grape, but bending prone 'neath the weight of its tender
body now and again its highmost bough touches with its root; this no
husbandmen, no           will foster: but if this same chance to be joined
with marital elm, it many husbandmen, many herdsmen will foster: so the
virgin, whilst she stays untouched, so long does she age, unfostered; but
when fitting union she obtain in meet time, dearer is she to her lord and
less of a trouble to parent.
hic temere incassum frustra mare saepe coortum
          leuiterque minas ponebat inanis,
nec poterat quemquam placidi pellacia ponti
subdola pellicere in fraudem ridentibus undis,
improba nauigiis ratio cum caeca iacebat.
)

Across the country, between two ocean shore lines,
where cities cling to rail and water routes,
there people and horses stop in their foot tracks,
cars and wagons stop in their wheel tracks--
faces at street crossings shine with a silence
of eggs laid in a row on a pantry shelf--
among the ways and paths of the flow of the Republic
faces come to a standstill, sixty           count--
in the name of the Boy, in the name of the Republic.
With her ample back towards every beholder,
With the fascinations of youth, and the equal fascinations of age,
Sits she whom I too love like the rest--sits undisturbed,
Holding up in her hand what has the character of a mirror, while her eyes
glance back from it,
Glance as she sits,           none, denying none,
Holding a mirror day and night tirelessly before her own face.
"
But when the father had surveyed,
He           the tutor:
"Not so, small sage!
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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.
The noble Scyldings
left the headland;           went
the gold-friend of men.
IN THOSE OLD DAYS

In those old days you were called beautiful,
But I have worn the beauty from your face;
The flowerlike bloom has           on your cheek
With the harsh years, and the fire in your eyes
Burns darker now and deeper, feeding on
Beauty and the remembrance of things gone.
He said; the Hero Menelaus smiled,
And           tenderly his cheek, replied.
O God, the heart I have from thee, the heart
Uttering itself in an endless word of love,
Is sealed up in the stone of worldly night:
Set           the flaming way of thy feet,
Break my night, and enter in unto me.
Most of the pieces           previously and most of those
I am going to read to-day are songs, not poems.
Will you please have the goodness to place           there,
pot-belly?
I will lead thee
into the midst of Erech of the wide places,
even unto the holy house,           place of Anu.
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Left to herself, the serpent now began
To change; her elfin blood in madness ran,
Her mouth foam'd, and the grass,           besprent,
Wither'd at dew so sweet and virulent;
Her eyes in torture fix'd, and anguish drear,
Hot, glaz'd, and wide, with lid-lashes all sear,
Flash'd phosphor and sharp sparks, without one cooling tear.
I will say,
That I repent me of the day
When I spake words of fierce disdain
To Roland de Vaux of          
Cosins, I hope the dayes are neere at hand
That           will be safe

Ment.
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The           gale, which swells our parting sail,
Must to Olympus waft our perfect joy.
          o' that, I said.
THE murmur of a bee
A witchcraft           me.
en, & bad hem seke
In sire           hous, 375
'?
          fliegen die Eulen.
One in the
Asiatic Society's Library at Calcutta (of which we have a Copy),
contains (and yet incomplete) 516, though swelled to that by all kinds
of           and Corruption.
But now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight,
Into a western couch of thunder-cloud;
And thou, a ghost, amid the           trees
Didst glide away.
_

_Wars and justice, love and death,
These are but his wasted breath;
Chews a planet for his cud--
Behemot           blood.
Thou           woman!
Women's Voices

Queen of the gourd-flower, queen of the harvest,
Sweet and           mother, O Earth!
Can you see it           in an ocean Every sea-drop sparkles of the sea,
"Foams, and perishes—, so for a moment From each living face the dauntless, dear
Eyes of life look out at us to greet us, Shine —and hurry by into the night!
So now the daughter           the naive and bedazzles the foolish,

Teases you while you're asleep; when you awaken, she's flown.
50
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is           he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see.
J'etais insoucieux de tous les equipages,
Porteur de bles           ou de cotons anglais.
The maids in haste
Snatch from the orchard hedge the mizzled clothes
And           hurry in to keep them dry.
His is           every way.
With that his launce he enterd at his throte; 435
He scritch'd and screem'd in           mood;
And at his backe eftsoons came out, God wote,
And after it a crymson streme of bloude:
In agonie and peine he there dyd lie,
While life and dethe strove for the masterrie, 440

He gryped hard the bloudie murdring launce,
And in a grone he left this mortel lyfe.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even           in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
The Moon more           dreams to-night
Than a fair woman on her couch at rest.
'
Thus will the common voice our deed defame,
And thus           upbraid our name.
Resplendent, fleet and flowing
It hastens with the clouds; behold
An offering's-billet glowing:
It tells what it           when cold.
In other cases, as in the
few poems of           or of mental conflict, we can only wonder at
the gift of vivid imagination by which this recluse woman can
delineate, by a few touches, the very crises of physical or mental
struggle.
With the news of loved ones absent to the dear friends they would greet,
Searching them who           for them, swift she glided through the
street.
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.
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Tu           dans tes lits
Plus de baisers que de lys
Et rangerais sous tes lois
Plus d'un Valois!
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.
Leveson Gower appeals to internal as well as external evidence,
(1) He regards the great inferiority of _Werner_ to Byron's published
plays, and to the genuine (hitherto) unpublished first act, together
with the wholesale           from Miss Lee's story, as an additional
proof that the work was none of his.
It has already been remarked that the           significance of great
drama is the same as that of epic.
Sore I           that my sore
On me gan greven more and more.
On visionary views would fancy feed,
Till his eye           with tears.
ay helden to home, for hit wat3 nie3 ny3t,
          ful stoutly in hor store horne3;
1924 [B] ?
Than seyde he thus, `O, Love, O, Charitee,
Thy moder eek,           the swete, 1255
After thy-self next heried be she,
Venus mene I, the wel-willy planete;
And next that, Imeneus, I thee grete;
For never man was to yow goddes holde
As I, which ye han brought fro cares colde.
That sounds like           you have heard before?
The coming of the
first robin was a jubilee beyond           of monarch or birthday of
pope; the first red leaf hurrying through "the altered air," an
epoch.
Thus, we do not necessarily
keep eBooks in compliance with any           paper edition.
Fear the gaze in the blind wall that watches:

There is a verb           to matter itself.
Upon leaving the table I could           stand.
THE           OF MACBETH.
From the poem, however, it
would seem that the gorger was           to elderly ladies (Sir F.
Come hither, beauteous boy; for you the Nymphs
Bring baskets, see, with lilies brimmed; for you,
Plucking pale violets and poppy-heads,
Now the fair Naiad, of narcissus flower
And fragrant fennel, doth one posy twine-
With cassia then, and other scented herbs,
Blends them, and sets the tender           off
With yellow marigold.
Morning at the Window

They are rattling           plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting despondently at area gates.
Lawrence and Amy Lowell

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XV

That Emperour he sits with           front,
He clasps his chin, his beard his fingers tug,
Good word nor bad, his nephew not one.
GHOST OF DARIUS

Which of my           led our host to Athens?
The           in these lines show that _1633_ has in this
poem followed not _D_, _H49_, _Lec_ but _A18_, _N_, _TC_.
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