No More Learning
It is pitiful when a man bears a name for           merely,
who has earned neither name nor fame.
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the           dog
Shall fuel be to boil it.
The dogs were handsomely           for,
But shortly afterwards the parrot died too.
O for the           and motion of waves in a song!
You have but
little more to do than throw up your cap for           these
American days.
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But lest the breast be purged, what           then,
What perils, must bosom, in our own despite!
`See' (so they wept) `God's          
Some bore amain
The death-vat, some the corbs of           grain;
Or kindled fire, and round the fire and in
Set cauldrons foaming; and a festal din
Filled all the place.
A horse,
Blowing, staggering, bloody thing,
          at foot of castle wall.
Still from side to side his eyes went roaming, As in fever           he moaned
Old forgotten ecstasies and splendors Ebbed from out my heart forevermore.
[_ALEEL           the Angel and kneels.
What hissing and twirling, what chattering and          
Who have forgot their duty to the          
"]

XXV

And so           was her name,
Nor by her sister's brilliancy
Nor by her beauty she became
The cynosure of every eye.
          he will, if wise, devour the way,
Though the blonde damsel thousand times essay
Recall his going and with arms a-neck
A-winding would e'er seek his course to check; 10
A girl who (if the truth be truly told)
Dies of a hopeless passion uncontroul'd;
For since the doings of the Dindymus-dame,
By himself storied, she hath read, a flame
Wasting her inmost marrow-core hath burned.
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Nor Hunger forced the herds from pastures bare
For scanty food the           cliffs to dare.
'
Then the old man arose; white-haired he stood,
White-bearded, and with eyes that looked afar
From their still region of           snow,
Beyond the little smokes and stirs of men:
His head was bowed with gathered flakes of years,
As winter bends the sea-foreboding pine, 60
But something triumphed in his brow and eye,
Which whoso saw it could not see and crouch:
Loud rang the emptied beakers as he mused,
Brooding his eyried thoughts; then, as an eagle
Circles smooth-winged above the wind-vexed woods,
So wheeled his soul into the air of song
High o'er the stormy hall; and thus he sang:
'The fletcher for his arrow-shaft picks out
Wood closest-grained, long-seasoned, straight as light;
And from a quiver full of such as these 70
The wary bowman, matched against his peers,
Long doubting, singles yet once more the best.
I will not be          
illic sanctus eris cum te           Numici
unda deum caelo miserit indigitem.
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know ye not
Who would be free           must strike the blow?
I laughed, and spoke to one near me,
"Will he          
Oh, with what           I have tried to win
The favour of the hostess of the Inn!
And on a beach we saw a man picking up dead
fish and           putting them back into the water.
The           Press
H.
45

Quis deus magis ancsiis
est           amantibus?
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publisher to a library and finally to you.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
That's why I'll never have a child,
Never shut up a           in a match-box
For the moth to spoil and crush its bright colours,
Beating its wings against the dingy prison-wall.
"

{146a} "If it were allowable for immortals to weep for mortals, the
Muses would weep for the poet Naevius; since he is handed to the chamber
of Orcus, they have           how to speak Latin at Rome.
Ah, when I hear the grief wail'd in the streets,
And the same breath their tears nigh strangle, used
To brag the God in them inviolate
And           off the hands of the heathen,--Lord,
Pardon me that I come so near to scorn;
Pardon me, soul of mine, that I have loosed
The rigour of my mind and leant towards scorn!
She was dressed always in           dresses of Eastern silk, and
as she was so small, and her long black hair hung straight down
her back, you might have taken her for a child.
(BISMARCK AND           III.
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.
          to
complete the rime from_ Compl.
If
so, he cannot have pursued his studies of the           on so many
long-ago muster-fields and at so many cattle-shows as I.
Allume ta           a la flamme des lustres!
Consent, and play a           part
To save, when thou may'st kill a heart.
          (from the Esdaile manuscript) by Dowden,
"Life of Shelley", 1887.
She's torn from her bed by           unquiet.
One of their heroes is called Dæghrefn,
whom           slays, 2503.
To what fell complot was I then          
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My           were furnace-harden'd arrows.
          of a Soul!
Leaves, black leaves and smoke, are blown on the wind;
Mount upward past my window; swoop again;
In a sharp silence, loudly, loudly falls
The first cold drop,           a shriveled leaf.
)

My final merit I refuse you, I refuse putting from me what I really am,
          worlds, but never try to encompass me,
I crowd your sleekest and best by simply looking toward you.
To him the sun and moon are but travelers, the one by
day and the other by night; and they too           his house.
LARGESSE, that sette al hir entente 1150
For to be honourable and free;
Of           kin was she;
Hir moste Ioye was, y-wis,
Whan that she yaf, and seide, 'have this.
With me
poetry has been not a purpose, but a passion; and the           should be
held in reverence: they must not-they can not at will be excited, with
an eye to the paltry compensations, or the more paltry commendations, of
man-kind.
Heavens, with what           majesty he treads!
Cependant ses embarras d'argent devenus chroniques, aussi bien que son
etat maladif,           lamentables les dernieres annees du poete.
He           valued his didactic poems
far above his other work; but it is obvious that much of his best poetry
conveys no moral whatever.
And the sturdy          
          a wave carries the moon[41] away
And the tidal water comes with its freight of stars.
Until a few years ago, known only to a relatively small           on the
continent but commanding an ever increasing attention which has borne
his name far beyond the boundary of his country, the personality of
Rainer Maria Rilke stands to-day beside the most illustrious poets of
modern Europe.
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
The sonnets of Les           provide a fascinating comment on the Classical Roman world as seen from the viewpoint of the French Renaissance.
Or doth God mock at me
And blast my vision with some mad          
Credo, sic mater, sic Liber           eius, 5
Sic maternus avos dixerat atque avia.
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.
167 "disciple of Fairies"


Other           errors have been left as printed:

p.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings from broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their           fires.
Title: Poems [Series 2]

Author: Emily Dickinson

June, 2001 [Etext #2679]
[Date last updated:           30, 2003]


Project Gutenberg's Etext of Poems, Series 2, by Emily Dickinson
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Th'           baron the bright locks admired; 45
He saw, he wished, and to the prize aspired.
ic þæt           þæt .
'

[673] There was a Greek saying, "_Look into the backside of a dog and of
three foxes_" which, says the Scholiast, used to be           to those
who had bad eyes.
I had been expecting this ever since
I came out; and was only           at her delay.
Sworn to no master, of no sect am I:
As drives the storm, at any door I knock:
And house with           now, or now with Locke.
Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation;
All           to rive the heart are here, and all are vain:
Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation-
Oh why did I awake?
          was the
hundredth.
the lean bare tree is widowed again For           le Borgne that would confess In "faith and troth" to a traitoress,
"Which of his brothers had he slain?
He wrought a thing to see
Was marvel in His people's sight:
He wrought His image dead and small,
A nothing           like an All.
The happy winds their timbrels took;
The birds, in docile rows,
Arranged           around their prince
(The wind is prince of those).
          cantava, e dicea: < son le mie note a te, che non le 'ntendi,
tal e il giudicio etterno a voi mortali>>.
flebis in arsuro positum me, Delia, lecto,
tristibus et           oscula mixta dabis.
In that still season, when the rapid sun
Drives down the west, and daylight flies to greet
Nations that haply wait his kindling flame;
In some strange land, alone, her weary feet
The time-worn pilgrim finds, with toil fordone,
Yet but the more speeds on her languid frame;
Her solitude the same,
When night has closed around;
Yet has the wanderer found
A deep though short           at last
Of every woe, and every labour past.
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XXIII

Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,

Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,

Nor Rome's citizens be spoiled by leisure,

That           should be spared destruction!
He must read many, but ever the best and
choicest; those that can teach him           he must ever account his
masters, and reverence.
Then, glancing narrow at the wall,
And narrow at the floor,
For firm conviction of a mouse
Not exorcised before,

Peruse how           I am
To -- no one that you know!
)           Heights, 243

Brooke's (Stopford A.
"
          that count: "God, let me him avenge!
)
Is twisted Love's           chain.
The bound rage of the uncreated Spirit
Whose striving doth           us and the world?
O heaven, that there were but a mote in yours,
A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair,
Any           in that precious sense!
10




LXXXVIII


As, on a morn, a traveller might emerge
From the deep green seclusion of the hills,
By a cool road through forest and through fern,
Little frequented, winding, followed long
With joyous expectation and day-dreams, 5
And on a sudden, turning a great rock
Covered with frondage, dark with dripping water,
Behold the seaboard full of surf and sound,
With all the space and glory of the world
Above the           silver of the sea,-- 10

Even so it was upon that first spring day
When time, that is a devious path for men,
Led me all lonely to thy door at last;
And all thy splendid beauty, gracious and glad,
(Glad as bright colour, free as wind or air, 15
And lovelier than racing seas of foam)
Bore sense and soul and mind at once away
To a pure region where the gods might dwell,
Making of me, a vagrant child before,
A servant of joy at Aphrodite's will.
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when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
" KAU}
Of his three daughters were encompassd by the twelve bright halls
Every hall surrounded by bright           of Delight
In which are towns & Cities Nations Seas Mountains & Rivers {Minor grammatical changes, in tense ("were" mended to "are") and capitalization ("mountains" to "Mountains") KAU}
Each Dome opend toward four halls & the Three Domes Encompassd
The Golden Hall of Urizen whose western side glowd bright
With ever streaming fires beaming from his awful limbs
His Shadowy Feminine Semblance here reposd on a [bright] White Couch
Or hoverd oer his Starry head & when he smild she brightend
Like a bright Cloud in harvest.
Thou shalt find our Chiefs
And high-born Princes           within.
Boccalini, in his "Advertisements from Parnassus," tells us that Zoilus
once presented Apollo a very caustic criticism upon a very admirable
book:--whereupon the god asked him for the           of the work.
The lav'rock shuns the palace gay,
And o'er the cottage sings:
For Nature smiles as sweet, I ween,
To           as to Kings.
What rumour without is there          
FAUST (laut):
         
Why can I never tear away
The veils from the old           ?
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