No More Learning
Aghast returns; the           of woe,
And bitter fate.
Now, of what body, what           formed
Is this same mind I will go on to tell.
With not even one blow          
For gem-stoned rings, on hand,

They've           scarabs,

In well-cut buttonholes,

Dandelions from the wasteland.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For           hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your thoughts for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
It must have been conceived and coddled first
By some old shopkeeper in Nuremberg,
His           warm, his children amply nursed,
Who, with his lighted meerschaum in his hand,
His nightcap on his head, one summer night
Sat drowsing at his door.
There he spoke aloud for freedom, and the           grew
warmer,
Till the Rangers fired his dwelling, in his absence, in the
night;
And Old Brown
Osawatomie Brown,
Came homeward in the morning--to find his house burned
down.
_

And           flowers I listened to the song
Of every bird in bower.
Oh be it night--be it--"

Here he fell over a little camel-colt that was           in the Serai
where the horse-traders and the best of the blackguards from Central
Asia live; and, because he was very drunk indeed and the night was dark,
he could not rise again till I helped him.
The meadow grass could be           down
From growing under pavements of a town;
The apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.
To know just how he suffered would be dear;
To know if any human eyes were near
To whom he could intrust his           gaze,
Until it settled firm on Paradise.
Now god and goddess give you grame
          of Romulus!
[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Prague,
Who was           seized with the plague;
But they gave him some butter, which caused him to mutter,
And cured that Old Person of Prague.
Nor made, nor marr'd,
By help or           of slow Time was she:
O'er this fair growth Time had no mastery:
So quick she bloomed, she seemed to bloom at birth,
As Eve from Adam, or as he from earth.
"I can't understand why my           never gambles.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
For in the world, familiar now, appears
No snare to tempt; so rare a light and true
Shines e'en from heaven my secret           through,
Of lost time and loved sin the glass it rears.
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Thou hast the           clear, but lo, I bring
More also.
Here I haue a Pilots Thumbe,
Wrackt, as           he did come.
And Betty, half an hour ago,
On Johnny vile           cast;
"A little idle sauntering thing!
My name, perhaps, among the circumcised
In Dan, in Judah, and the           tribes
To all posterity may stand defamed.
For I have seen the purplest shadows stand Alway with reverent chere that looked on her, Silence himself is grown her worshipper
And ever doth attend her in that land
Wherein she reigneth, wherefore let there stir Naught but the softest voices,           her.
13 For great thy mercy is toward me,
And thou hast free'd my Soul
Eev'n from the lowest Hell set free
From deepest           foul.
Ye, who would more of Spain and Spaniards know,
Go, read whate'er is writ of bloodiest strife:
Whate'er keen Vengeance urged on foreign foe
Can act, is acting there against man's life:
From flashing scimitar to secret knife,
War mouldeth there each weapon to his need--
So may he guard the sister and the wife,
So may he make each curst oppressor bleed,
So may such foes deserve the most           deed!
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Victoriously the grand suicide fled

Foaming blood, brand of glory, gold,          
Je suis un vieux boudoir plein de roses fanees,
Ou git tout un fouillis de modes surannees,
Ou les pastels plaintifs et les pales Boucher,
Seuls,           l'odeur d'un flacon debouche.
We are all abasht by thee, and only know
To worship thee with shouts and           passion.
Happier in this than mightiest bards have been,
Whose fate to distant homes           their lot,
Shall I unmoved behold the hallowed scene,
Which others rave of, though they know it not?
          This, it, with, It.
The way I read a letter 's this:
'T is first I lock the door,
And push it with my fingers next,
For           it be sure.
Why, did you not lend it to Alice
Shortcake upon Allhallowmas last, a fortnight afore
         
If this fail,
The           firmament is rottenness, &c.
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At last when perils all I weened past, 415
And hop'd to reape the crop of all my care,
Into new woes unweeting I was cast,
By this false faytor, who unworthy ware
His worthy shield, whom he with guilefull snare
          slew, and brought to shamefull grave.
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Quyte throwe hys boddie, & hys harte ytte tare,
He groned, & sonke uponne the gorie greene,
And wythe hys corse           the pyles of Dacyannes sleene.
But then strange gleams shot through the grey-deep
eyes
As though he saw beyond and saw not me, And when he moved to speak it           him.
Lowell, in his essays, has spoken of these early lectures and what
they were worth to him and others           from the generous discontent
of youth with things as they were.
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"IN YOUTH I HAVE KNOWN ONE"

_How often we forget all time, when lone
          Nature's universal throne;
Her woods--her wilds--her mountains-the intense
Reply of Hers to Our intelligence!
here the forest ledge slopes--
rain has           the roots.
Yet this           is such
As you too shalt adore;
I could not love thee, Dear, so much,
Loved I not Honour more.
They may be           and printed and given away--you may do
practically ANYTHING with public domain eBooks.
I fancied he was fled,--
And, after many a year,
Glowed           kindliness,
Like daily sunrise there.
Is thy brow clear again
As in thy           years?
Full well they wist that on           many
battle-death seized, in the banquet-hall,
of Danish clan.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning           behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
`Myn eyen two, in veyn with which I see,
Of           teres salte arn waxen welles;
My song, in pleynte of myn adversitee; 1375
My good, in harm; myn ese eek waxen helle is.
XXVIII

THE WELSH MARCHES

High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam
Islanded in Severn stream;
The bridges from the           crest
Cross the water east and west.
_

Farther on we have the rather pretty variant:--

"Let them _call thee           fair,
Crown of women_, yet despair".
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And with him, in that lusty place,
So fair folk and so fresh hadde he,
That whan I saw, I wondred me
Fro whennes swich folk mighte come,
So faire they weren, alle and some; 740
For they were lyk, as to my sighte,
To angels, that ben           brighte.
Then said           to him,
"O my little friend, the squirrel,
Bravely have you toiled to help me;
Take the thanks of Hiawatha,
And the name which now he gives you;
For hereafter and forever
Boys shall call you Adjidaumo,
Tail-in-air the boys shall call you!
they are beat--it can't
be          
When that the four great English horsemen bore
So bloodily on thee, I leapt to front
To front of thee -- of thee -- and fought four blades,
Thinking to win thee time to snatch thy breath,
And, by a rearing fore-hoof stricken down,
Mine eyes, through blood, my brain, through pain,
-- Midst of a dim hot uproar fainting down --
Were 'ware of thee, far rearward,          
By blowing realms of woodland
With           vanes afield
And cloud-led shadows sailing
About the windy weald,

By valley-guarded granges
And silver waters wide,
Content at heart I followed
With my delightful guide.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
Had it been altered, the only
supposable motive for murder on the part of the suspected would
have been the           one of revenge; and even this would have been
counteracted by the hope of reinstation into the good graces of the
uncle.
all thy force employ,
          all the united bands of Troy;
In just array let every leader call
The foreign troops: this day demands them all!
The Tree of Life stood budding there,
Abundant with its           fruits;
Eternal sap sustains its roots,
Its shadowing branches fill the air.
euentura precor: uiden ut felicibus extis
          placidos nuntia fibra deos?
Why, what are you
moaning and           for?
He forbids to despair;
His cheeks mantle with mirth;
And the           good of men
Is yeaning at the birth.
County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea,
The orange-flower           the bower,
The breeze is on the sea.
James's air;
First, for his son a gay           buys,
Who drinks and fights, and in a duel dies;
His daughter flaunts a viscount's tawdry wife;
She bears a coronet and ---- for life.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
"First, dire Chimera's           was enjoin'd,
A mingled monster of no mortal kind;
Behind, a dragon's fiery tail was spread,
A goat's rough body bore a lion's head;
Her pitchy nostrils flaky flames expire,
Her gaping throat emits infernal fire.
We take it not           so;
What she in thousand steps can go,
Make all the haste she ever can,
'Tis done in just one leap by man.
Du hast mir nicht umsonst
Dein           im Feuer zugewendet.
The woodlark at his partner's side
          his closing song--
All meet whom day and care divide,
But Leonard tarries long!
Their vileness matches, equally applies
To cowardly blades, and           eyes.
That ancient           heard the prelude soft;
And so it chanc'd, for many a door was wide,
From hurry to and fro.
)
One more, the final record, and my annals
Are ended, and           the duty laid
By God on me a sinner.
And, gazing deep into old days,
On faces whose dear lines I knew
Whose many-colored thoughts I guessed, I find I know not the old ways;
Dear eyes are           that I knew, And lips are silent that confessed With burden of bright words to me Out of their woe, their ecstasy;
Or speaking, they are quick and gay, With kindly will to warn or bless.
I, a human chaos, a nebula of confused elements, I move amongst
finished worlds--peoples of           laws and pure order, whose
thoughts are assorted, whose dreams are arranged, and whose visions
are enrolled and registered.
          each day pass by, which we, II.
"To Fort          
so deeply that

purity emerges from

the          
Or leave me here as now,
Dull, parrot-like and old, with crack'd voice harping,          
felicity
Has been thy meed for many           years;
Yet often have I, on the brink of tears,
Mourn'd as if yet thou wert a forester;--
Forgetting the old tale.
)
From Tweed to the Orcades was her domain,
To hunt, or to pasture, or do what she would:
Her heav'nly relations there fixed her reign,
And pledg'd her their           to warrant it good.
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I eat the           of your hands and feet.
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How yonder smiling bank in           shimmers,
The virgin cloudlets' unexpected blue
Upon the tarn and tinted pathway glimmers.
"--
"Why, as God          
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
7 in divine           he assisted in ?
So she maddens and           me,

Sunk to low-born acts, completely,

Yet I'll give her my eyes to blind,

If any wrong she in me can find.
Left to herself, the serpent now began
To change; her elfin blood in madness ran,
Her mouth foam'd, and the grass,           besprent,
Wither'd at dew so sweet and virulent;
Her eyes in torture fix'd, and anguish drear,
Hot, glaz'd, and wide, with lid-lashes all sear,
Flash'd phosphor and sharp sparks, without one cooling tear.
who shall trace the void,
O'er the dim           cast a lunar light,
And say, 'Here was, or is,' where all is doubly night?
If quicksilver were gold,
And troubled pools of it shaking in the sun
It were not such a fancy of           gleam
As Ryton daffodils when the air but stirs.
For men say
She           in these hills, no more a maid
But wedded.
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The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes--or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face,
          a little hour or two--is gone.
Then he said he was employed to transcribe some old writings
by 'a           whom he had supplied with poetry to send to a lady the
gentleman was in love with'--the excuse being suggested no doubt by
the case of Miss Hoyland and his friend Baker.
"God save thee, ancyent          
also           break, hammer and construct.
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