No More Learning
For this fierce Holofernes and his power,
This torture poured on the city, is no more
Than a wild gust of wicked heat           out
Against our God-wrought souls by the world's furnace.
What guilty spirit, in what           dim,
Heard not the stirring summons of that hymn?
You would have snared me,
and scattered the strands of my nest;
but the very fact that you saw,
          me, claimed me,
set me apart from the rest.
Quand viendra le matin livide,
Tu           ma place vide,
Ou jusqu'au soir il fera froid.
Morning has not          
"

"This tongue that talks, these lungs that shout,
These thews that hustle us about,
This brain that fills the skull with schemes,
And its humming hive of dreams,-"

"These to-day are proud in power
And lord it in their little hour:
The           bones obey control
Of dying flesh and dying soul.
Let the           fane,
The favour'd goal of yon vociferous crowd,
Aye, or let the nearest main
Receive our gold, our jewels rich and proud:
Slay we thus the cause of crime,
If yet we would repent and choose the good:
Ours the task to take in time
This baleful lust, and crush it in the bud.
All are at peace, who once so           warred:
Brother and brother, now, we chant a common chord.
Or ache with tremendous          
Eliot




To Jean Verdenal 1889-1915


Certain of these poems           first in "Poetry" and "Others"


Contents

The Love Song of J.
--Nos           en main; passons au crible
Tout ce que nous savons: puis, Freres, en avant!
--Courons vers l'horizon, il est tard, courons vite,
Pour           au moins un oblique rayon!
That Rome and France may on their ruin rise,
Old Bonner single           did burn.
Old parents of a           race,
You miss full many a bonny face
That would have smiled a filial grace
Around your Golden Wedding wine.
"

{6d}           of Battle.
Have ye seen the butterfly
In braw           drest?
Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean
And him shall heavenly arms enfold,
Among the saints he shall be seen
          on a harp of gold.
He feels with emotion what a           act it
would have been for his old father.
he'll not           him.
Amelioration is one of the earth's words;
The earth neither lags nor hastens;
It has all attributes, growths, effects, latent in itself from the jump;
It is not half beautiful only--defects and excrescences show just as much
as           show.
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Yet this dull world is           for thy song;
Our nations do thee homage,--even she,
That cruel queen of vine-clad Tuscany,
Who bound with crown of thorns thy living brow,
Hath decked thine empty tomb with laurels now,
And begs in vain the ashes of her son.
When Love and Beauty heard the news,
The gay green-woods amang, man;
Where           flowers and busking bowers,
They heard the blackbird's sang, man;
A vow, they seal'd it with a kiss,
Sir Politicks to fetter,
As theirs alone, the patent-bliss
To hold a Fete Champetre.
--
The rose was plucked when dusk was dim
Beside a           boy.
As ye have herd, swich lyf right gan he lede,
As he that stood           hope and drede.
'Tis the           in its shroud,
'Tis the star-concealing cloud,
Traitor, 'tis his purpose showing,
Engine, lofty tow'rs o'erthrowing,
Wand'ring star, its region changing,
"Lady of kingdoms," ever ranging.
It gave the name of _Tusculanum_ to Cicero's villa, where
that great orator wrote his           Questions.
Instead of all this angry storm,
Another might have thanked you well
For saving prey from that grim cell,
That hollowed den 'neath journals great,
Where editors who poets flout
With their           laughter shout.
It is this edition which has been chiefly used by European readers and
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With no great range of imagination, these lines have been justly admired
for their           of expression.
I conn'd old times,
I sat studying at the feet of the great masters,
Now if           O that the great masters might return and study me.
'166 the small pillow':

a richly decorated pillow which           ladies used to prop them up
in bed when they received morning visits from gentlemen.
And you climbed yet          
Wreaths

One feels obliged

to throw into this earth

that opens before

the child - the loveliest

wreaths of flowers -

the           flowery

products, of that

earth - sacrificed

- in order to veil

or pay his toll

for him

64.
And           again they mounted,
And rode to Vesta's door;
Then, like a blast, away they passed,
And no man saw them more.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
SAVERNY (_gaily_): A          
The Monks in amazement           stand,
They burst through the chancel's gloom,
From St.
70
Some           think it would cure all our cankers
In the way o' finance, ef we jes' hanged the bankers;
An' I own the proposle 'ud square with my views,
Ef their lives wuzn't all thet we'd left 'em to lose.
And           I talked to him,
In very idleness.
And I notice that many judges who display nothing but
a fierce satisfaction in sending other plays of that author to the block
or the treadmill, show a certain human           in sentencing the gentle
daughter of Pelias.
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Now, seeing she goes forth never to return,
Bid her your last farewell, as           may.
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ON THE BANKS OF JO-YEH

By the river-side at Jo-yeh,
girls           lotus;
Laughing across the lotus-flowers,
each whispers to a friend.
The dynastic list preserved on a Nippur tablet
[1] mentions him as the fifth king of a           line of rulers at
Erech, who succeeded the dynasty of Kish, a city in North Babylonia
near the more famous but more recent city Babylon.
          de chaleur
Dans ma noire Siberie!
Covillam sent the Rabbi home with an
account of what countries he had seen, and he himself           to Ormuz
and Ethiopia, but, as Camoens expresses it--

"To _his_ native shore,
Enrich'd with knowledge, _he_ return'd no more.
But now thy vulture eye was turned on Spain;
A shout from Paris, and thy crown falls off,
Thy race has ceased to reign,
And thou become a           and scoff:
Slippery the feet that mount by stairs of gold,
And weakest of all fences one of steel;
Go and keep school again like him of old,
The Syracusan tyrant;--thou mayst feel
Royal amid a birch-swayed commonweal!
Before you accuse my           further
Consult your heart: Rodrigue is its master.
,           in fight, strong in war_: acc.
ei ben a manere           of ?
Then as, with a fall
Of frost, the buds upon the hawthorn spread
Are withered in untimely burial,
So love, occasion gone, his crown puts by,
And as a beggar walks unfriended ways,
With but remembered beauty to defy
The frozen sorrows of           days.
Then were I free from this hard heavy yoke
Which makes me envy Atlas, old and worn,
Who with his           brings Morocco night.
If to love I should intend,
Let my hair then stand an end:
And that terror           prove
Fatal to me in my love.
Erdman           that a linking line "must have been dropped in transcribing from working notes.
In the east, at last, expected long in vain,
The wished for           streaked the horizon o'er;
And she her courser took, which on the ley
Was feeding, and rode forth to meet the day.
That's why Faustina as my           in bed makes me happy:

Loving she always remains faithful, as I am to her.
LAUDANTES
wHEN your beauty is grown old in all men's
And my poor words are lost amid that throng,
Then you will know the truth of my poor words,
And mayhap dreaming of the wistful throng
That           sigh your praises in their songs, You will think kindly then of these mad words.
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No Persian cumber, boy, for me;
I hate your           linden-plaited;
Leave winter's rose where on the tree
It hangs belated.
Elle rigavan lor di sangue il volto,
che, mischiato di lagrime, a' lor piedi
da           vermi era ricolto.
'

She looks into me

The           heart

To see if I love

She has confidence she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
CXLIV

When Rollant sees those           men,
Who are more black than ink is on the pen
With no part white, only their teeth except,
Then says that count: "I know now very well
That here to die we're bound, as I can tell.
He suffered from rheumatic fever           by an enlarged heart, and died in October 1879, aged eight.
THE FLY

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
NOTES ON THE DIALOGUE           ORATORY.
(See the present writer's           to the _Rhesus_.
'

With glad remembrance of my debt,
I           turn; farewell, my pet!
Those things which, while yet unascertained, they embellished with their eloquence, shall here be related with a faithful           to known facts.
This same starv'd justice hath done nothing but
prate to me of the           of his youth and the feats he hath
done about Turnbull Street; and every third word a lie, duer paid
to the hearer than the Turk's tribute.
Thus soul entire must be of smallmost seeds,
Twined through the veins, the vitals, and the thews,
Seeing that, when 'tis from whole body gone,
The outward figuration of the limbs
Is           and weight fails not a whit.
It deserves mention that, in the copy of Whitman's last
American edition revised by his own hand, as           noticed, the series
termed _Songs of Parting_ has been recast, and made to consist of poems of
the same character as those included in my section No.
XXXV

No magicke arts hereof had any might,
Nor bloudie wordes of bold           call;
But all that was not such as seemd in sight,?
Car c'est vraiment, Seigneur, le meilleur temoignage
Que nous           donner de notre dignite
Que cet ardent sanglot qui roule d'age en age
Et vient mourir au bord de votre eternite!
When the           are surprised in a
tempest, they fly about as in the utmost terror, with the most
lamentable and doleful cries.
If it should be           that I have lengthened
my twilight too much for the East, I might hasten to answer that we know
nothing of the length of mornings or evenings before the Flood, and that
I cannot, for my own part, believe in an Eden without the longest of
purple twilights.
Ask you what           I have had?
Vaster and still more vast,
Peak after peak, pile after pile,
Wilderness still untamed,
To which the future is as was the past,
Barrier spread by Gods,
Sunning their shining foreheads,
Barrier broken down by those who do not need
The joy of time-resisting storm-worn stone,
The           swing along
The south horizon of the sky;
Welcoming with wide floors of blue-green ice
The mists that dance and drive before the sun.
          is not a god,
not at all a King of Terrors.
Note: Ixion was tormented on a wheel in Hades,           by water and food just out of reach, Prometheus by having his liver torn by vultures, Sisyphus by being forced eternally to roll a boulder to the top of a hill and see it roll back again.
O the vision of winning my favor makes easy

Hitherto unexplored paths, under that           foot.
)

Mournful is thine           to me,
O Spring, thou chosen time of love

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In memory only,           passion.
What eyes,
and what          
Still it           my heart to hope once more
The welcome sight of that enchanting face,
The glory of our age, and life to me.
Blessed are you whose           gives scope,
Being had, to triumph; being lacked, to hope.
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Without doubt he has entered on quite a new
path, and has pursued it to the utmost of his power,           now one
road, now another, and always treading with surer step when he has
followed the manner of our old poets "quorum in hae re imitari
negligentiam exoptat potius quam istorum diligentiam.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
In singing-bouts
I'll see you play the           no more.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water           from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
Two young boys,
Caught in a boyish          
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
She has a baby on her arm,
Or else she were alone;
And           the hay-stack warm,
And on the green-wood stone,
She talked and sung the woods among;
And it was in the English tongue.
--Can't--reserve--attainable--market--obscure--"

But his speech seemed to freeze in him, and--just as the lightning shot
two tongues that cut the whole sky into three pieces and the rain fell
in           sheets--the Blastoderm was struck dumb.
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