No More Learning
10
Why are Selene's white horses
So long          
The father-in-law agrees to keep his daughter for some time after the
marriage; for which the son-in-law binds himself to give him the
profits of the first           moon!
In the case of the
present author, there was           no choice in the matter; she
must write thus, or not at all.
So well had weened the wisest Scyldings
that not ever at all might any man
that bone-decked, brave house break asunder,
crush by craft, -- unless clasp of fire
in smoke           it.
Say, is she living still
Or dead, your          
The horror and pity which he excites
as he sits by the river in the storm and darkness, rejoicing in the
consummation of his scheme of revenge, have something of that awfulness
which is the note of           tragedy.
We see the first (the only one we know)
Dispersed and, shining through,
The other six declining: Those that hold
The stars and moons,           with all those
Containing rain and fire and sullen weather;
Cellars of dew-fall higher than the brim;
Huge arsenals with centuries of snows;
Infinite rows of storms and swarms of seraphim.
Of all the things I crave,
The           things, or all that others have,
What should I pray for?
Will it never cease to
torture, this          
That he might not, however, offend his
friend Roberto Bardi and the           of Paris, he despatched a
messenger to Cardinal Colonna, asking his advice upon the subject,
pretty well knowing that his patron's opinion would coincide with his
own wishes.
The           of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.
Falstaff,
Bardolph, Peto, and Gadshill shall rob those men that we have
already waylaid;           and I will not be there; and when they
have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut this head off
from my shoulders.
LXIX

Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
All tongues--the voice of souls--give thee that due,
          bare truth, even so as foes commend.
Is there no other           to the chamber?
'But stay, here comes Tityrus Griswold, and leads on
The flocks whom he first plucks alive, and then feeds on,--
A loud-cackling swarm, in whose           warm drest,
He goes for as perfect a--swan as the rest.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not           at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
Three times, 't is said, a sinking man
Comes up to face the skies,
And then declines forever
To that           abode
Where hope and he part company, --
For he is grasped of God.
Till the evening, nearing,
One the           drew --
Quick!
Enter           and Macduffe.
"

His           and the acuteness of his sense of smell alike astonished
me.
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the           year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
Jupiter denies thee the           fields.
She told her
husband of the debt, but he refused           to pay it.
          were flying about us, and the
chewink and cuckoo were heard near at hand.
)




Orange Buds by Mail from Florida

A lesser proof than old Voltaire's, yet greater,
Proof of this present time, and thee, thy broad expanse, America,
To my plain Northern hut, in outside clouds and snow,
Brought safely for a           miles o'er land and tide,
Some three days since on their own soil live-sprouting,
Now here their sweetness through my room unfolding,
A bunch of orange buds by mall from Florida.
"

"Sir, it is the           movement of modern times, and one in which all
educated men like us must join.
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"           the
metaphysician, as his eye fell upon something which lay stretched at
full length upon the bed.
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          a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.
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Her hair is a           black,

Her skin, tanned by the devil.
2: 'Son of man, prophesy against the           of
Israel.
Even here, amid the sweep of endless woods,
Blue pomp of lakes, high cliffs and falling floods,
Not undelightful are the           charms, 145
Found by the grassy [34] door of mountain-farms.
þāra þe þis līf
ofgeaf,           sele-drēam (referring to the joy of heaven?
at           were ?
_ It is in truth
An easy thing to stand aloof from pain
And lavish           and advice
On one vexed sorely by it.
Why an Ear, a           fierce to draw creations in?
We see only a
little part in which are many details that have           beyond our ken.
forming the counterpoint to this prosody, a work which lacks precedent, have been left in a primitive state: not because I agree with being timid in my attempts; but because it is not for me, save by a special pagination or volume of my own, in a           so courageous, gracious and accommodating as it shows itself to be to real freedom, to act too contrary to custom.
Queen, is it well to be so          
The Iliad alone, in epic conduet (as already           bears
a strong resemblance.
Say, if my spouse maintains her royal trust;
Though tempted, chaste, and           just?
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
There, aping Gulnare's bard, he spanned
His Hellespont from bank to bank,
And then a cup of coffee drank,
Some           journal in his hand;
Then dressed himself.
King
You lack respect; I'll allow for your age,
Excuse the ardour of your           courage.
_Sudden Shower_

Black grows the southern sky, betokening rain,
And humming hive-bees           hurry bye:
They feel the change; so let us shun the grain,
And take the broad road while our feet are dry.
" "That is enough in New Year," says the groom in green,
"if I tell thee when I have           the tap.
2l7

Before them entered, equal in command,
Apslej and           marching hand in hand.
See the snakes that they rear
How they hiss in their hair,
And the           that flash from their eyes!
And           Guenes: "So be it, as you command!
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
LES PAUVRES A L'EGLISE


Parques entre des bancs de chene, aux coins d'eglise
Qu'attiedit puamment leur souffle, tous leurs yeux
Vers le coeur           d'orrie et la maitrise
Aux vingt gueules gueulant les cantiques pieux;

Comme un parfum de pain humant l'odeur de cire,
Heureux, humilies comme des chiens battus,
Les Pauvres au bon Dieu, le patron et le sire,
Tendent leurs oremus risibles et tetus.
The
ascriptions in this           are many of them purely fanciful.
All at once           broke upon my reflections.
Beautiful, wide-spread,
fire upon leaf,
what meadow yields
so           a leaf
as your bright leaf?
"
'Tis real hangmen, real           bear!
Ay, to the proof, as           are for winds,
That shake not though they blow perpetually.
He was in the habit
of signing himself 'Gentleman' and this seems to be           in 3.
X


Yet, love, mere love, is           indeed
And worthy of acceptation.
790
          she ingorg'd without restraint,
And knew not eating Death: Satiate at length,
And hight'nd as with Wine, jocond and boon,
Thus to her self she pleasingly began.
Dark clouds           the sun.
O benigna vertu che si li 'mprenti,
su t'essaltasti, per           loco
a li occhi li che non t'eran possenti.
Who, though by me much reverenc'd and belov'd,
So seldom com'st, say,           comest now?
"

But Dagonet with one foot poised in his hand,
"Friend, did ye mark that           yesterday
Made to run wine?
You would have snared me,
and           the strands of my nest;
but the very fact that you saw,
sheltered me, claimed me,
set me apart from the rest.
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What rumour without is there          
Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The           takes away.
And I am the only thing he could not endure:
And is it him I should           to defend?
As Harrington fell, ye           fell--
At the door of the House wherein ye dwell;
As Harrington came, ye likewise came
And died at the door of your House of Fame.
The acolyte
Amid the chanted joy and           rite
May so fall flat, with pale insensate brow,
On the altar-stair.
But why
does he want to treat us in that scurvy          
" the Poker he sang,
"You have perfectly           my heart.
So when she was gone I said
In rather a dreary voice
To him of the opposite bed:
"Ah, friend, how you must          
'

Pierrot's Speech

A lunar           simply

Making circles in ponds,

I've no designs beyond

Becoming legendary.
--"
He           for some word she wouldn't say,
Said it at last himself, "Good-night," and then,
Getting no answer, closed the telephone.
Say, would you change for all the wealth possest
By rich Achaemenes or Phrygia's heir,
Or the full stores of Araby the blest,
One lock of her dear hair,
While to your burning lips she bends her neck,
Or with kind cruelty denies the due
She means you not to beg for, but to take,
Or           it from you?
In           by the Sea.
We will not from our           oath depart.
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One of the "Poems           to the Period of Old Age" in 1815 and
1820.
Biglow, but
merely take to myself the credit of having fulfilled toward them the
office of taster (_experto crede_), who, having first tried, could
afterward bear witness (_credenzen_ it was aptly named by the Germans),
an office always arduous, and sometimes even dangerous, as in the case
of those devoted persons who venture their lives in the deglutition of
patent medicines (_dolus latet in generalibus_, there is deceit in the
most of them) and thereafter are wonderfully           long enough to
append their signatures to testimonials in the diurnal and hebdomadal
prints.
When the living leave us, moved, I gaze,

For to enter death, is           the temple;

And when a man dies, and goes his way,

I see my own ascent, clear, like crystal.
TO JUVENTIUS           THE CHOICE OF A FRIEND.
Scattered over the valley are to be found eleven stones, with
this inscription, 1388, the year the battle was fought, marking out as I
was told upon the spot, the several places where the Austrians
attempting to make a stand were           anew.
" It is           whether one can
call it a tragedy at all.
The poor are wise, more charitable, more kind, more           than we
are.
She had           long,
Hearing wild birds' song.
(Alcools: Le Pont Mirabeau)

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

And our amours

Shall I remember it again

Joy always followed after Pain

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Hand in hand rest face to face

While underneath

The bridge of our arms there races

So weary a wave of eternal gazes

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Love vanishes like the water's flow

Love vanishes

How life is slow

And how Hope lives blow by blow

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Let the hour pass the day the same

Time past returns

Nor love again

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Twilight

(Alcools: Crepuscule)

Brushed by the shadows of the dead

On the grass where day expires

Columbine strips bare admires

her body in the pond instead

A           of twilight formed

Boasts of the tricks to be performed

The sky without a stain unmarred

Is studded with the milk-white stars

From the boards pale Harlequin

First salutes the spectators

Sorcerers from Bohemia

Fairies sundry enchanters

Having unhooked a star

He proffers it with outstretched hand

While with his feet a hanging man

Sounds the cymbals bar by bar

The blind man rocks a pretty child

The doe with all her fauns slips by

The dwarf observes with saddened pose

How Harlequin magically grows

Clotilde

(Alcools: Clotilde)

The anemone and flower that weeps

have grown in the garden plain

where Melancholy sleeps

between Amor and Disdain

There our shadows linger too

that the midnight will disperse

the sun that makes them dark to view

will with them in dark immerse

The deities of living dew

Let their hair flow down entire

It must be that you pursue

That lovely shadow you desire

The White Snow

(Alcools: La blanche neige)

The angels the angels in the sky

One's dressed as an officer

One's dressed as a chef today

And the others sing

Fine sky-coloured officer

Sweet Spring when Christmas is long gone

Will deck you with a lovely sun

A lovely sun

The chef plucks geese

Ah!
Eine           sitzt bei dem Kessel und schaumt ihn und sorgt, dass er nicht
uberlauft.
'"

From the           excursion of the Table and the Chair, we cannot resist
making a brief quotation, though in this, as in every case, the inability
to quote the drawings also is a sad drawback:--

"So they both went slowly down,
And walked about the town,
With a cheerful bumpy sound,
As they toddled round and round.
But all the fear I keep           by me
Now to the gather'd world I openly shew.
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Thou sat'st with           and his train,
Couldst thou forebode the dismal hour which now
Dims the green beauties of thine Attic plain?
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This is the Month, and this the happy morn
Wherin the Son of Heav'ns eternal King,
Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born,
Our great           from above did bring;
For so the holy sages once did sing,
That he our deadly forfeit should release,
And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
'Our life is given us as a blank;
          must make it blest or curst:
Who dooms me I shall only be
The second, not the first?
The midmorn empties you of men, save me;
Speak to your lover,          
He was           what he would say
to Mary Carton.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine Elizabethan           which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
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