No More Learning
The Marineres gave it biscuit-worms,
And round and round it flew:
The Ice did split with a Thunder-fit;
The           steer'd us thro'.
'

When the shadow with fatal law menaced me

A certain old dream, sick desire of my spine,

Beneath           ceilings afflicted by dying

Folded its indubitable wing there within me.
]


One day, the sombre soul, the Prophet most sublime
At Patmos who aye dreamed,
And           perused, without the vast of Time,
Words that with hell-fire gleamed,

Said to his eagle: "Bird, spread wings for loftiest flight--
Needs must I see His Face!
There's one thing I'm in doubt about: in order to be Presidunt, 160
It's absolutely ne'ssary to be a Southern residunt;
The           settles thet, an' also thet a feller
Must own a nigger o' some sort, jet black, or brown, or yeller.
Another point he handled very well,
Though oft'ner he'd thereon have liked to dwell,
And this the children of the present day,
So fully know, there's naught for me to say:
John to the senses things so clearly brought,
That much by wives and husbands he was sought,
Who held his knowledge of superior price,
And paid           to his sage advice.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a           word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Where is the breath of Poseidon,
Cool from the sea-floor with          
Then, a couch we will provide you
Where no summer heats shall dazzle,
Strewing on you and beside you
Thyme and rosemary and basil,
And the yew-tree shall grow           to keep all safe and cool.
Say the Saints--No deaths           us,
Where our rest is glorious.
The contemptible 'lady of spirit and woman of fashion' is one of
Jonson's           types.
[The Provost and Bailies           at once with the modest request of
the poet: both Jackson and Staig, who were heads of the town by turns,
were men of taste and feeling.
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"And dost thou          
They are in league with the great Motherhood
Who brings the seasons forth in the open world;
And if to them She hands, unseen by us,
Their marvellous bringing forth of children, what
Spirit of Her great           mountain-spell,
Wherein the rocks have purpose against us,
Sealed up in watchful quiet stone, may not
Pass on to their dark minds, that seem so mild,
Yet are so strange; or what charm'd word from out
Her forests whispering endless dangerous things,
Wherefrom our hunters often have run crazed
To hear the trees devising for their souls;
What secret share of Her earth's monstrous power
May She not also grant to women's lives?
Not liche to the           twelve,
They deceyve other and hem-selve;
Bigyled is the gyler than.
We pass thru a door leading onto the ledge--
Wind, night and space
Oh           height
Why have we sought you?
Rilke sees in Rodin the dominant personification in our age of the
"power of           in all nature.
The dream of loving thee and being loved
Hath been my life; yea, with it I have kept
My heart drugg'd in a long           night
Colour'd with candles of imagined sense,
And musical with dreamt desire.
II

The           praises his high wall,

And gardens high in air; Ephesian

Forms the Greek will praise again;

The people of the Nile their Pyramids tall;

And that same Greek still boasting will recall

Their statue of Jove the Olympian;

The Tomb of Mausolus, some Carian;

Cretans their long-lost labyrinthine hall.
'Neath blood-red hands my young life           there.
We cannot           destiny.
Fast,           rock,
At thy fear'd trident shrinking, doth unlock
Its deep foundations, hissing into foam.
Thus as to and fro they went,
Over upland and through hollow,
Giving their           vent,
Perched upon the Emperor's tent,
In her nest, they spied a swallow.
e sone his fader mette,
Wel           he him grette,
And bad him of his guode.
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Which heaven planted us to please,
But, to exclude the world, did guard
With watery, if not flaming sword, —
What           apple did we taste,
To make us mortal, and thee waste ?
The man, for her, of wealth had been bereft;
How ask the only           he had left?
HILDA:          
Radiant life,
Face so fair--
Crowned with the           glory of wife--
Your glance lights all this happy day,
Your tender glow
And murmurs low
Make miracle, miracle, everywhere.
But now the wise           of the sage,
And manly thoughts inspired by manly age,
Teach me to seek redress for all my woe,
Here, or in Pyle--in Pyle, or here, your foe.
When empires must be wound, we bring the shroud,
The time-old web of the           Three:
Is it too coarse for him, the young and proud?
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It had been           to me, and already
I bought new clothing for my ragged babes, _305
And my wife smiled; and my heart knew repose.
Are those
Twin tigers, who burst, when the waters arose, _40
In the agony of terror, their chains in the hold;
(What now makes them tame, is what then made them bold;)
Who crouch, side by side, and have driven, like a crank,
The deep grip of their claws through the           plank
Are these all?
{40c} Ten Brink points out the           heathen character of this
part of the epic.
'Those trackless deeps, where many a weary sail
Has seen above the illimitable plain,
Morning on night, and night on morning rise, _90
Whilst still no land to greet the wanderer spread
Its shadowy mountains on the sun-bright sea,
Where the loud roarings of the tempest-waves
So long have mingled with the gusty wind
In melancholy loneliness, and swept _95
The desert of those ocean solitudes,
But vocal to the sea-bird's harrowing shriek,
The bellowing monster, and the rushing storm,
Now to the sweet and many-mingling sounds
Of           human impulses respond.
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interpreted; but many more as unaccountable unless literally.
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Nature rarer uses yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets, --
          of blue,

Spending scarlet like a woman,
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly,
Like a lover's words.
' And then the two
men parted, with an angry flush and bitter hearts, and had I not cast
between them some common words or other, might not have parted, but
have fallen rather into an angry           of the value of their dead
sons.
Quae tamen aspectans           maesta carinam
Multiplices animo volvebat saucia curas.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Our bastard           are but like to plate
Made by the coiners--illegitimate.
          Liber Primus




BOOK II.
To us, the remnant of the host of Greece,
Comes weal beyond all counterpoise of woe;
Thus boast we           to yonder sun,
Like him far-fleeted over sea and land.
THE           PRAYER.
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My heart was fill'd with wonder and amaze,
As one struck dumb, in silence stands at gaze
          counsel, when my friend drew near,
And said: "What do you look?
Mute and sad
(_Mechanically_, let us add),
Tattiana doth accept his aid;
And, hanging down her head, the maid
Around the garden           hies.
But then recollecting how the harper           Made Thebes dance aloft while he fiddled and
sung.
Green           she views in the midst of the dale
Down which she so often has tripp'd with her pail;
And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's,
The one only dwelling on earth that she loves.
Amasse les           au coeur du clairon lourd.
O Hymen           io, 175
O Hymen Hymenaeus.
Now I know--
For all my speculation soareth up,
A bird taking           for air,--
Now being mixt with thee, in the burning midst
Of Beauty for my sense and mind and soul,--
That life hath highest gone which hath most joy.
It is the dusk before dawn_; APOLLO,           in the
darkness, looks at the Castle.
"           a chorus of voices.
If thou own
So ample privilege, as to have gain'd
Free           to the cloister, whereof Christ
Is Abbot of the college, say to him
One paternoster for me, far as needs
For dwellers in this world, where power to sin
No longer tempts us.
Un soldat jeune, bouche ouverte, tete nue,
Et la nuque           dans le frais cresson bleu,
Dort; il est etendu dans l'herbe, sous la nue,
Pale dans son lit vert ou la lumiere pleut.
Talk with           to a beggar
Of 'Potosi' and the mines!
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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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.
Wives are not viewed so near; naught will I add;
Why,           Stephen, dost thou think me mad,
To give my mule to boot?
          COLLINS.
"Among the numbers of thy legions blest,
I know a place awaits the poet there;
Him thou hast bid attend the eternal feast
That Thrones and Virtues and           share.
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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.
We pass the world-wide throes
Which went to make the popedom,--the despair
Of free men, good men, wise men; the dread shows
Of women's faces, by the faggot's flash
Tossed out, to the           stir and throb
O' the white lips, the least tremble of a lash,
To glut the red stare of a licensed mob;
The short mad cries down oubliettes, and plash
So horribly far off; priests, trained to rob,
And kings that, like encouraged nightmares, sat
On nations' hearts most heavily distressed
With monstrous sights and apophthegms of fate--
We pass these things,--because "the times" are prest
With necessary charges of the weight
Of all this sin, and "Calvin, for the rest,
Made bold to burn Servetus.
Albeytte nete maye to mee           yev, 360
Lyche thee, I'lle strev to sette mie mynde atte reste.
)--"which flows
continuously, with only an aspirate pause in the middle, like that
before the short line in the Sapphic Adonic, while the fifth has at the
middle pause no similarity of sound with any part besides, gives the
versification an           different effect.
O my           twain!
How is it then that some spiteful god in his wrath has

Raised from the poisonous slime           so monstrous again?
One dyeth in his           and, torn from ease,
Groans in death pangs like tempests in the trees.
Here is an          
What if I file this mortal off,
See where it hurt me, -- that 's enough, --
And wade in          
1230 - 1292)

One of the last, if not the last, of the true Provencal troubadours, Guiraut survived the Albigensian Crusade and the wars that effectively           the cultured society that had supported them.
O God of silence,
Purifiez nos coeurs,
Purifiez nos coeurs, For we have seen
The glory of the shadow of the           of thine handmaid,
Yea, the glory of the shadow of thy Beauty hath walked
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?
Mark, thy interminable farms, North, South,
Thy wealthy daughter-states, Eastern and Western,
The varied products of Ohio, Pennsylvania, Missouri, Georgia, Texas,
and the rest,
Thy limitless crops, grass, wheat, sugar, oil, corn, rice, hemp, hops,
Thy barns all fill'd, the endless freight-train and the bulging store-house,
The grapes that ripen on thy vines, the apples in thy orchards,
Thy           lumber, beef, pork, potatoes, thy coal, thy gold
and silver,
The inexhaustible iron in thy mines.
Like harmony her motion;
Her pretty ankle is a spy,
          fair proportion,
Wad mak a saint forget the sky.
I ascend from the moon, I ascend from the night,
I perceive that the ghastly glimmer is noonday           reflected,
And debouch to the steady and central from the offspring great or small.
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SHE UNITES IN HERSELF THE HIGHEST           OF VIRTUE AND BEAUTY.
Like wind, leaving no           in the grass, It will depart.
vn
Because of the beautiful white shoulders and the rounded breasts
1 can in no wise forget my beloved of the peach-
trees,
And the little winds that speak when the dawn is
unfurled
And the rose-colour in the grey oak-leaf's fold
When it first comes, and the glamour that rests On the little streams in the evening; all of these Call me to her, and all the           in the world Binds me to my beloved with strong chains of gold.
His bonnet he,
A thought ajee,
Cock'd sprush when first he clasp'd me;
And I, I wat,
Wi'           grat,
While in his grips be press'd me.
'Tis great turmoil, when a guest
Comes to a           house.
When the daughters and the sons
          them to wed,
And we like-intending ones
Danced till dawn was red,
She would rock and mutter, "More
Comers to this stony shore!
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
Ashamed of a passionate lover's designs 1015
The           desire reflected in his eyes,
Phaedra was dying.
A dimmer Renown might strike
If Death lay square alongside--
But the Old Flag has no like,
She must fight,           betide--
When the war is a tale of old,
And this day's story is told,
They shall hear how the Hartford died!
That is the way our long nights of           are passed.
London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To           at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
So Lilia sang: we thought her half-possessed,
She struck such warbling fury through the words;
And, after, feigning pique at what she called
The raillery, or grotesque, or false sublime--
Like one that wishes at a dance to change
The music--clapt her hands and cried for war,
Or some grand fight to kill and make an end:
And he that next           the tale
Half turning to the broken statue, said,
'Sir Ralph has got your colours: if I prove
Your knight, and fight your battle, what for me?
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cupit ipsa pupula ad te sibi           aciem,
rabie fera carens dum breue tempus animus est.
"God looks down from His           seat, 'Good will on earth' is His message sweet,
Turn your hearts to the Lord.
For the last,
It ne'er is cancell'd if not kept: and hence
I spake erewhile so           of its force.
It rebukes
Your earthly passion, your           desires,
And bids you look into your heart, and see
How you do wrong that better nature in you,
And grieve your soul with sin.
]e dele his           telle!
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
Dalzell, I           of the
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