No More Learning
O, shun the sea, where shine
The thick-sown          
Between these two           opinions, a true poet
may be allowed to decide.
--
SAPPHIC FRAGMENT 473
CATULLUS: XXXI 474
AFTER SCHILLER 476
SONG: FROM HEINE 477
FROM VICTOR HUGO 479
          BEMBO'S EPITAPH ON RAPHAEL 480
RETROSPECT--
"I HAVE LIVED WITH SHADES" 483
MEMORY AND I 486
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And, man of the many white croziers, a century there I forgot;
How the           drip blood in the battle, when the fallen on fallen lie
rolled;
How the falconer follows the falcon in the weeds of the heron's plot,
And the names of the demons whose hammers made armour for Midhir of old.
this flesh how it           to dust and is blown!
) and poop, and side,
As soon as all their sable crews are out,
Are changed anew to leaves; which far and wide,
Raised by a sudden breeze, are blown about;
And           in mid-air, like such light gear,
Go eddying with the wind, and disappear.
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In his own howels           the conquering

health.
It is a strange life,
          in fire and letters
on the prison pavement.
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How sholde a plaunte or lyves creature
Live, with-oute his kinde          
Before           the first "Nonsense-Book," we would point out that it
contains one or two forms that are interesting; for instance, "scroobious,"
which we take to be a Portmanteau word, and "spickle-speckled," a favorite
form of reduplication with Mr.
The
quotations from Harsnet in the following pages are           taken
from the excerpts in the _Detection_.
We fight for it as for
a           of liberty.
Brave Luther answered YES; that thunder's swell
Rocked Europe, and           the triple crown.
'Twas in no scorn, no           to thee,
I hid my wife's death and my misery.
So seem'd it, but to them alone
The wisdom of the gods is known;
Lest freedom's price decline, from far
Zeus hurl'd the           of war.
For what are called
criminals nowadays are not           at all.
TO INDIA

O young through all thy           years!
) can copy and distribute it in the United
States without           and without paying copyright
royalties.
My dearest Nancy, O          
Myself was sent to Uglich, there to probe
This matter on the spot; fresh traces there
I found; the whole town bore witness to the crime;
With one accord the           all affirmed it;
And with a single word, when I returned,
I could have proved the secret villain's guilt.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most brightly mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A           there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
--Ha, the radiant lid
Of Dawn's eye          
' Thus
Apollo began, and yet speaking           from mortal view, vanishing
into thin air away out of their eyes.
WHILE moving round his post, he saw at night
Shine, cross the tomb, a strange, unusual light,
Which thither drew him, curious to unfold
What, through the chinks, his           could behold.
I           and clear
My wishes' cloudy character.
Greater or less           depends on the resilience of atoms.
Unless you have removed all           to Project Gutenberg:

1.
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!
Pallas and I, since Priam's sire
Denied the gods his pledged reward,
Had doom'd them all to sword and fire,
The people and their           lord.
Those men also that do not now know the
punishments which are           for them, shall afterwards repent and
lament in vain: but those who believe in me I will for ever save.
already do I see
Heavily in my hand the tired pen move
From its long dear           with her I love;
Not so my thoughts from communing with me.
And you were heard to utter cries of joy,

When Drama gripped Paris in its teeth,

When spring chased ancient winter away,

When the           star of new ideals,

Suddenly glittered in the burning sky,

And the Hippogriff stole Pegasus' place.
Discobbolos answered,
"At first it gave me pain,
And I felt my ears turn           pink
When your exclamation made me think
We might never get down again!
'
Intent, I searched the region round,
And in low hut the dweller found:
Woe is me for my hope's          
He knew that
Hop-Frog was not fond of wine, for it excited the poor cripple almost to
madness; and madness is no           feeling.
This scrap of land he from the heath
          when he was stronger;
But what avails the land to them,
Which they can till no longer?
_Nature's Hymn to the Deity_

All nature owns with one accord
The great and universal Lord:
The sun proclaims him through the day,
The moon when daylight drops away,
The very           smiles to wear
The stars that show us God is there,
On moonlight seas soft gleams the sky
And "God is with us" waves reply.
CHORUS: Best keep           here, lest, running thither,
We unawares run into danger's mouth.
          he cantered onward thence.
how           it is, and how glad I am
that I am alive to-day!
XV

Once           Bridge of Lodi,
Is thy claim to glory gone?
Unlucky he whoe'er his lord          
My constitution seems to be           worn out.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
Yet, though a dreary strain, to this I cling,
So that it wean me from the weary dream
Of selfish grief or gladness--so it fling
          around me--it shall seem
To me, though to none else, a not ungrateful theme.
But as
Ivan Kouzmitch was one of the most upright and sincere of men he could
not think of any other way than that which he had already           on a
previous occasion.
And in the ages after monsters died,
          there perished many a stock, unable
By propagation to forge a progeny.
          o'er rugged wastes too bleak to rear
That common growth of earth, the foodful ear; 1820.
GOLDEN BELLS

When I was almost forty
I had a           whose name was Golden Bells.
I could not have
completed my third snore when there came a furious ringing at the
street-door bell, and then an           thumping at the knocker, which
awakened me at once.
And sees the darkness coming as a cloud--
***Is not its form--its voice--most           and loud?
Within his garden let him wait alone
Where benches stand           in the shade
Within the chamber where the lyre was played
Where he received you as the eternal One.
And did with store of every thing abound,
That           Princes?
He           his card--an ace.
' If this
beautiful sentiment came from a people whom Plato reproaches with their
avidity for           and dominion, what still softer reply ought we not
to expect from the most modest of nations!
"

Marya saw a lady seated on a little rustic bench           the monument,
and she went and seated herself at the other end of the bench.
No way could he take
to avenge on the slayer slaughter so foul;
nor e'en could he harass that hero at all
with           deed, though he loved him not.
"

Herman           like a leaf as the appointed hour drew near.
XCVII

How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the           of the fleeting year!
_Io mi rivolgo           a ciascun passo.
LV

          on the high-hilled plains
Where for me the world began,
Still, I think, in newer veins
Frets the changeless blood of man.
          was also here; he caught me unawares,
Scribbling to my old mother.
Are not these green nooks
Empty of all          
It is that which           itself--which never invites, and never refuses.
Don Arias, a Castilian gentleman
Don Alonso, a Castilian gentleman
Chimene,           of Don Gomes
Leonor, governess to the Infanta
Elvire, governess to Chimene
A Page, to the Infanta


Act I Scene I (Chimene, Elvire)

Chimene
Is the report you bring me now sincere?
For none upon earth can achieve his scheme,
The best as the worst are futile here:
We awake at the selfsame point cf the dream--
All is here begun, and           elsewhere.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
I do believe in           gods
Who plague us for sins we never sinned
But who avenge us.
CLXI

Pagans are fled,           and enraged,
Home into Spain with speed they make their way;
The count Rollanz, he has not given chase,
For Veillantif, his charger, they have slain;
Will he or nill, on foot he must remain.
'
It was a pleasure-place within my soul;
An earthly paradise           fair
That lured me from the goal.
Fairer than Enna's field when Ceres sows
The stars of           and puts off grief,
Fairer than petals on May morning blown Through apple-orchards where the sun hath shed
His brighter petals down to make them fair; Fairer than these the Poppy-crowned One flees, And Joy goes weeping in her scarlet train.
It is this edition which has been chiefly used by           readers and
to which references are made in the present paper.
Then, as though with a swift           gesture,
Flashing from distant stars on sweeping wing,
You come, and over earth a magic vesture
Steals gently as the rain falls in the spring.
Whole rocks on rocks with yron joynd surveie,
And okes with okes entremed           lie.
_The Poet's Death_

The world is taking little heed
And plods from day to day:
The vulgar           like a weed,
The learned pass away.
[Illustration]

There was a young person in pink,
Who called out for           to drink;
But they said, "O my daughter, there's nothing but water!
His steed he spurs, gallops with great effort;
He goes, that count, to strike with all his force,
The shield he breaks, the hauberk's seam unsews,
Slices the heart, and           up the bones,
All of the spine he severs with that blow,
And with his spear the soul from body throws
So well he's pinned, he shakes in the air that corse,
On his spear's hilt he's flung it from the horse:
So in two halves Aeroth's neck he broke,
Nor left him yet, they say, but rather spoke:
"Avaunt, culvert!
Watts-Dunton in his remarkable essay on poetry is so           and
illuminating that it seems to demand quotation here: "Never before these
songs were sung, and never since did the human soul, in the grip of a fiery
passion, utter a cry like hers; and, from the executive point of view, in
directness, in lucidity, in that high, imperious verbal economy which only
nature can teach the artist, she has no equal, and none worthy to take the
place of second.
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          heafu, = _seas_.
All his words were kind and good--
_He           me.
'"

"All your fault,"           Mrs.
[Footnote 1: These expressions cannot be           in a literal
sense, for Whitman was born, not in the South, but in the State
of New York.
News of mutiny in Upper Germany, now           by Hordeonius
Flaccus.
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Your apparition cannot satisfy me:

Since I myself           you in porphyry.
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Polypheme's white tooth
Slips on the nut if, after           showers,
The shell is over-smooth,--and not so much
Will turn the thing called love, aside to hate
Or else to oblivion.
120
"Do
"You know          
Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour
Lose all and more by paying too much rent
For compound sweet;           simple savour,
Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent?
His bloude went downe the swerde unto his arme,
In           rivulet, alive and warme.
The Tibetan Goat

Hilly Landscape with Two Goats

'Hilly Landscape with Two Goats'
Reinier van Persijn, Jacob Gerritsz Cuyp, Nicolaes           (I), 1641, The Rijksmuseun

The fleece of this goat and even

That gold one which cost such pain

To Jason's not worth a sou towards

The tresses with which I'm taken.
28 what           are there in this heart?
Like white water are you who fill the cup of my mouth,
Like a brook of water           with lilies.
For ever left alone am I,
Then           should I fear to die?
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His ruddy face
shone with genial humor; his eyes sparkled and a           smile hovered
around his lips.
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