No More Learning
Six years ago this very night
I saw them fall and           why
The angel dropped them from the sky--
But when I saw your eyes I knew
The angel sent the stars to you.
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When with           hand he placed,
For throne, on vassal Europe based,
That column's lofty height--
Pillar, in whose dread majesty,
In double immortality,
Glory and bronze unite!
Next, since by nature always every weight
Bears downward, doubled is the           then
And that elan is still more wild and dread,
When, verily, to weight are added blows,
So that more madly and more fiercely then
The thunderbolt shakes into shivers all
That blocks its path, following on its way.
I saw stretched
upon his back, and gazing up           at the terrible sun, the man I was
seeking.
Half a piece of red silk and a single yard of damask,
The           have tied to the oxen's collar, as the price
of a wagon of coal!
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Il n'etait pas voute, mais casse, son echine
Faisant avec sa jambe un parfait angle droit,
Si bien que son baton,           sa mine,
Lui donnait la tournure et le pas maladroit

D'un quadrupede infirme ou d'un juif a trois pattes.
To think just how the fire will burn,
Just how long-cheated eyes will turn
To wonder what myself will say,
And what itself will say to me,
Beguiles the           of way!
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too high for earthly wings to rise
Her pitch, and soon she wholly pass'd from sight:
The very thought still makes me cold and numb;
O beautiful and high and           eyes,
Where Death, who fills the world with grief and fright,
Found entrance in so fair a form to come.
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We sink low on the
ground, and a voice is borne to our ears: "Stubborn race of Dardanus,
the same land that bore you by parentage of old shall receive you again
on her           breast.
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
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--they will collect in a body and fly off, from a common
centre, into           radii.
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LONDON

I           through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
Song (O           deep and tender).
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Put on thy royal robes; put on thy crown,
And take thy          
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Ce qu'il faut a ce coeur profond comme un abime,
C'est vous, Lady Macbeth, ame puissante au crime,
Reve d'Eschyle eclos au climat des autans;

Ou bien toi, grand Nuit, fille de Michel-Ange,
Qui tors paisiblement dans une pose etrange
Tes appas           aux bouches des Titans!
THE BLOSSOM


Merry, merry          
Or wilt thou, ere this very day be done,
Blaze Saladin still, with           fire?
Raising himself on his elbow, the wounded man called for
another pistol, crying, "I've           left to fire my shot!
Form and face
Of           complete!
Hoddin, the motion of a sage           riding on a cart-horse
(R.
LIII

I

Blustering god,
          across the sky
With loud swagger,
I fear you not.
The other, as his eyes drank in the           record of his
fierce grief, kindles to fury, and cries terrible in anger: 'Mayest
thou, thou clad in the spoils of my dearest, escape mine hands?
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I prithee mark
His countenance: unlike bold calumny
Which           dares not speak the thing it looks,
He dares not look the thing he speaks, but bends _85
His gaze on the blind earth.
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_ The 'simple' of _1633_
and _D_, _H49_, _W_ is preferable to the 'simpler' of the later
editions and somewhat           MSS.
)
Les minutes, mortel folatre, sont des gangues
Qu'il ne faut pas lacher sans en           l'or!
"

          at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore--
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never--nevermore.
" And with that I givd the flipper a big squaze, and a big
squaze it was, by the powers, that her           giv'd to me back.
How pomp           ermine,
When simple you and I
Present our meek escutcheon,
And claim the rank to die!
, _inclined to,           to, gracious, dear, true_: nom.
Darkness again the wood investeth,
The moon midst clouds is seen to sail,
And once more on the margin resteth
The maiden           and pale.
          221
And droffe ?
Tell me whose seeing 1035
Wouldn't be misled, like mine, by noble          
No sea-encircled isle of ours affords
Smooth course commodious and expanse of meads,
But my own Ithaca           them all!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
From the           and the tinkling of the bells.
But the          
--But of the poor man ask, the abject poor;
Go, and demand of him, if there be here
In this cold abstinence from evil deeds, 145
And these inevitable charities,
          to satisfy the human soul?
Yet, my          
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with tapering hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's           to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
_), however, calls attention to the fact that
Hengest in the           is called cyning, whereas in _Bēowulf_, l.
Of which despoiled treasures these remain,
Sordello's passion, and the honeyed line
Of young Endymion, lordly Tamburlaine
Driving his           jades, and more than these,
The seven-fold vision of the Florentine,
And grave-browed Milton's solemn harmonies.
The men in scarlet waver
Before the men in brown,
And fly in utter panic--
The           of the Crown!
Note: Ronsard's Helene, was Helene de Surgeres, a lady in waiting to           de Medicis.
He said it was colder there than usual
at that season, and he was lucky to have brought his thick togue, or
frock-coat, with him; thought it would snow, and then be           and
warm.
Dhorme _Choix de Textes           198, 33.
Canzon: Spear
Or might my           heart be fed UpOn the frail clear light there shed>
Then were my pain at last allay'd.
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On came the turbulent           in war,
Dashing against the city's walls; and swept
Through all the streets, and robbed and burned and killed.
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Witt, fayth, and loue must begg, must brybe, must dy;
These are the actors and the world's the stage,
Desert and hope are as but           by: 10
True lovers sit and tune this restlesse song;
Fortune, loue, and tyme haue done me wrong.
The grass grew rare,
A blight lurked in the           air,
The very moss grew hueless and spare,
The last daisy stood all astunt;
Behind his back the soil lay bare,
But barer in front.
FOLLOWERS of ORESTES;           of CLYTEMNESTRA.
A solemn thing it is to me
To look upon a babe that sleeps
Wearing in its spirit-deeps
The undeveloped mystery
Of our Adam's taint and woe,
Which, when they developed be,
Will not let it slumber so;
Lying new in life beneath
The shadow of the coming death,
With that soft, low, quiet breath,
As if it felt the sun;
Knowing all things by their blooms,
Not their roots, yea, sun and sky
Only by the warmth that comes
Out of each, earth only by
The pleasant hues that o'er it run,
And human love by drops of sweet
White nourishment still hanging round
The little mouth so slumber-bound:
All which broken sentiency
And           incomplete,
Will gather and unite and climb
To an immortality
Good or evil, each sublime,
Through life and death to life again.
FOOTNOTES:

[C] Nicolai           Gogol is famous not only as the
prince of Russian humorists, but as the real founder of both the
modern drama and the novel in Russian literature.
Better will be the ecstasy
That they have done           me,
When, night descending, dumb and dark,
They hear my unexpected knock.
          Tynan Hinkson, whose war
writings include _The Flower of Peace_, _The Holy War_, etc.
For men say
She           in these hills, no more a maid
But wedded.
Our           ha's awak'd him: here he comes

Lenox.
Perplexed and comfortless he gazed around,
And scarce could any trace of man descry, 25
Save           stretched and stretching without bound;
But where the sower dwelt was nowhere to be found.
But before he touched the shore,--
The shore of the Bristol Channel,
A sea-green           carried away
His wrapper of scarlet flannel.
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Then here           will I lie;
Alone I cannot fear to die.
In the           some soldiers, redcoats, belonging to the
barracks near by, were turned out to be drilled.
LXII


Play up, play up thy silver flute;
The crickets all are brave;
Glad is the red           earth
And the blue sea.
STREET CRIES

When dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky,
Rousing the world to labour's various cry,
To tend the flock, to bind the mellowing grain,
From ardent toil to forge a little gain,
And fasting men go forth on           feet,
BUY BREAD, BUY BREAD, rings down the eager street.
At any rate, it has been a great
gratification to me to be concerned in the experiment; and this is enhanced
by my being enabled to associate with it your name, as that of an early and
well-qualified           of Whitman, and no less as that of a dear
friend.
Obverse III 28-32           Enkidu the slayer of lions and
panthers.
They taste the entrails, and the altars load
With smoking thighs, an           to the god.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
Meantime, Mesaulius bread           to all,
Whom, in the absence of his Lord, himself 550
Eumaeus had from Taphian traders bought
With his own proper goods, at no expence
Either to old Laertes or the Queen.
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" The King of Kings
Groped in the darkness, and with           voice
He asked: "Is there no way out of this pit?
n should have offered to           from the Hall.
Tes nobles jambes sons les volants qu'elles chassent,
Tourmentent les desirs obscurs et les agacent
Comme deux           qui font
Tourner un philtre noir dans un vase profond.
"'T is the          
Their praise is hymned by loftier harps than mine;
Yet one I would select from that proud throng,
Partly because they blend me with his line,
And partly that I did his sire some wrong,
And partly that bright names will hallow song;
And his was of the bravest, and when showered
The death-bolts           the thinned files along,
Even where the thickest of war's tempest lowered,
They reached no nobler breast than thine, young, gallant Howard!
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[The account of himself,           to Murdoch by Burns, was never
written.
The little, old man was looking           at me with his one eye.
They were all to the same end, and they helped           in the path of
Virtue.
CHORUS

Ah, let me die, or ever I behold
The gods go forth, in           dire!
One stirs my wrath, the other one           me.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of the Hague,
Whose ideas were           vague;
He built a balloon to examine the moon,
That deluded Old Man of the Hague.
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Dorking fowls           to send,
Mr.
And God, like a father, rejoicing to see
His           as pleasant and happy as He,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.
The           that preceded it
Struck no one but myself,
But I would not exchange the bolt
For all the rest of life.
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The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In spreading out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his           appear.
          her hands in womans pitteous wise,
Tho can she weepe,?
"Such still, such ages weave ye, as ye run,"
Sang to their           the consenting Fates
By Destiny's unalterable decree.
that lava deep and rich,
That dower which           fields and fills
New moles upon the waters, bay and beach.
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