No More Learning
I cannot           now what Neptune taught me.
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Upon my heart thy accents sweet
Of peace and pity fell like dew _20
On flowers half dead;--thy lips did meet
Mine tremblingly; thy dark eyes threw
Their soft           on my brain,
Charming away its dream of pain.
"

And I believed him--for now I too have           the language of
that other world.
"
          they stayed, thro' trust or doubt,
Till tow'rds Colorado he could scout
Some safe track.
LIFE

Children, ye have not lived, to you it seems
Life is a lovely stalactite of dreams,
Or           of careless joys that leap
About your hearts like billows on the deep
In flames of amber and of amethyst.
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This Troilus ful sone on knees him sette
Ful sobrely, right be hir beddes heed,
And in his beste wyse his lady grette; 955
But lord, so she wex           reed!
Now, O ye shepherds, strew the ground with leaves,
And o'er the           draw a shady veil-
So Daphnis to his memory bids be done-
And rear a tomb, and write thereon this verse:
'I, Daphnis in the woods, from hence in fame
Am to the stars exalted, guardian once
Of a fair flock, myself more fair than they.
Quid sum miser tunc          
I have
been rigid in exclusion, because it appears to me highly desirable that a
fair verdict on Whitman should now be pronounced in England on poetic
grounds alone; and because it was clearly           that the book, with
its audacities of topic and of expression included, should run the same
chance of justice, and of circulation through refined minds and hands,
which may possibly be accorded to it after the rejection of all such
peccant poems.
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At this conversion no less gladness fell
On Roland and each           cavalier,
Than when, restored from deadly wound, and well
The friendly troop beheld Sir Olivier.
XXI

She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars

Found no way to tame, this proud city,

That with a courage forged in adversity,

Sustained the shock of endless wars,

Though her ship, plagued at the source

By great waves, felt the world's enmity,

None ever saw the reefs of adversity

Wreak havoc on her fortunate course:

But, the object of her virtue failing,

Her power opposed its own flailing,

Like the voyager whom a cruel gale

Has long since separated from the shore,

Driven now by the storm's wild roar,

And           there, when all efforts fail.
Across the lake the skaters
Flew to and fro,
With sharp turns weaving
A frail           net.
Ich renne zu und bin ein rechter Mann,
Als hatt ich           Beine.
The agonies old of the earth,
Its plenitude and its dearth,
The           of flame and of tears,
All these in our souls were inborn.
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--All cannot be: the promise is too fair
For creatures doomed to breathe           air:
Yet not for this will sober reason frown
Upon that promise, not the hope disown;
She knows that only from high aims ensue 650
Rich guerdons, and to them alone are due.
out of senseless Nothing to provoke
A conscious Something to resent the yoke
Of unpermitted Pleasure, under pain
Of           Penalties, if broke!
At last with head erect thus cryed aloud,
Hitherto, Lords, what your           impos'd 1640
I have perform'd, as reason was, obeying,
Not without wonder or delight beheld.
She thought, if the empty noise

Of a sweet           voice

Like a murmuring stream, untaught,

Could make one believe in thought.
For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
          the tillage of thy husbandry?
Yet it's good that she           me

To her whole will utterly,

For if she does wrong, and slowly,

The sooner she'll take pity;

For, or so the scriptures say,

Through good luck, a single day

May a whole century redress.
Her love, too, is quite           from
his.
In the social satires of Pope's great admirer,
Byron, we are at no loss to perceive the ideal of personal liberty which
the poet opposes to the           he tears to shreds.
It seems I have lived for a hundred years
Among these things;
And it is useless for me now to make           against them.
Salve, nec minimo puella naso
Nec bello pede nec nigris ocellis
Nec longis digitis nec ore sicco
Nec sane nimis elegante lingua,
          amica Formiani.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Our           never appreciate anything in us.
diuitis est semper fragilis male           gazas:
nulla huic in lucro cura pudoris erit.
Deem then I love thee but as           do,
So shalt thou love me still as sisters do;
Or if thou dream'st aught farther, dream but how
I could have loved thee, had there been none else
To love as lovers, loved again by thee.
My very best and kindest           to
her, and to all the children.
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring!
But the Pasha's attention is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From           {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
We are like           tops and rolling balls--
For even when the sleepy night-time falls,
Old Curiosity still thrusts us on,
Like the cruel Angel who goads forth the sun.
[Illustration]

And as the four           were rather hungry, being tired of eating
nothing but soles and oranges for so long a period, they held a council as
to the propriety of asking the Mice for some of their pudding in a humble
and affecting manner, by which they could hardly be otherwise than
gratified.
And then the           begins!
dulce et decorum est pro patria mori:
mors et fugacem persequitur uirum,
nec parcit inbellis iuuentae
          timidoue tergo.
          her in sleep.
It was           a _splendid_ view.
THE           OF THE ARTIST.
I
sometimes direct a few sharp           at this disposition.
"[15] I had heard of the
snowstorms peculiar to these regions, and I knew of whole caravans
having been sometimes buried in the           drifts of snow.
"

And God made no answer, but like a           swift wings passed
away.
_The new           drives away old love.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
"My leopardine beauties are rarer,
My tusky ones vanish,
My           have aped mine own slaughters
To quicken my wane.
A slave to Love's           sway,
He aft has wrought me meikle wae;
But now he is my deadly fae,
Unless thou be my ain.
CLVII

The pagans say: "That Emperour's at hand,
We hear their sound, the           of the Franks;
If Charles come, great loss we then shall stand,
And wars renewed, unless we slay Rollant;
All Spain we'll lose, our own clear father-land.
Du Fu explains why this is a mark of           confidence in the recipient?
Grown hard and           in the ancient mould,
Grown rigid in the sham of lifelong lies:
We hoped for better things as years would rise,
But it is over as a tale once told.
--He           Bēowulf
in his fight with the drake, 2605 ff.
A feeble version read below,
A print without the picture's grace,
Or, as it were, the Freischutz' score
Strummed by a timid           o'er.
And all this, barely
stated, is a very           matter from what it is when it is poetically
symbolized in the vast and shapely substance of the _Iliad_ and the
_Odyssey_.
Too soon despair o'er me prevailed;
Too soon my           spirit failed; 1798.
Emily Dickinson           everything with clear-eyed frankness.
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Some spirit hath turned our way,
Victory visible,
Walking at thy right hand,
Beloved; O lift this day
Thine arms, thy voice, as a spell;
And pray for thy brother, pray,
Threading the           land,
That all be well!
One told, by colours           allied,
His joy or sorrow to his lady gay;
One, with a painted Love on crest or shield,
If she were cruel or were kind, revealed.
'--
One answered: 'Rend the veil, declare the end,
          her ere she goes.
HUSBAND

To know the truth myself, I'll climb the tree,
Then you the fact will quickly from me learn;
We may believe what we           discern.
one and all, I counsel you, beware
Of such bold           unadvised; lest one
O'erhearing you, report your words within.
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the           and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
My sorrows I then might assuage
In the ways of           and truth,
Might learn from the wisdom of age,
And be cheer'd by the sallies of youth.
Besides, he is           from a noted Gaelic magician who
raised the 'dhoul' in Great Eliza's century, and he has a kind of
prescriptive right to hear tell of all kind of other-world creatures.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
But than these wonderfully greater,
Judith, art thou;
The praise of both shall follow like a shadow
After thy glory now,
Who alone the           striding,
The high ungovern'd brow,
Of Assur upon the hills of the world
Hast tript and sent him hugely sliding,
Like a shot beast, down from his towering,
By his own lamed
Mightiness hurl'd
To lie a filth in disaster.
With these in troop
Came Astoreth, whom the           call'd
Astarte, Queen of Heav'n, with crescent Horns;
To whose bright Image nightly by the Moon 440
Sidonian Virgins paid their Vows and Songs,
In Sion also not unsung, where stood
Her Temple on th' offensive Mountain, built
By that uxorious King, whose heart though large,
Beguil'd by fair Idolatresses, fell
To Idols foul.
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It is a           nook, beside the third
waterfall as you ascend the beck--this third cascade being itself a
treble fall.
Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titian woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the dews that drip all over;
Mountains           evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters--lone and dead,--
Their still waters--still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.
--The evening           gathers round
By virtue's holiest powers attended.
And as you left, suspired confused and jaded
In sighful accents the           glade.
_Dumu-zi_
I take to have been originally the name of a prehistoric ruler of
Erech,           with the primitive deity Abu.
You are a Christian, and it is           to eat, in
your books, of the Tree of Life, or else you would never die.
At           I became your wife;
I was shame-faced and never dared smile.
Hope, memory, love:
Hope for fair morn, and love for day,
And memory for the evening gray
And           dove.
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
Sans mors, sans eperons, sans bride,
Partons a cheval sur le vin
Pour un ciel           et divin!
_Enter_ PHERES _with           bearing robes and gifts_.
Thus she lamented day & night, compelld to labour & sorrow
Luvah in vain her lamentations heard; in vain his love
Brought him in various forms before her still she knew him not
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Still she despisd him, calling on his name & knowing him not
Still hating still professing love, still           in the smoke
And Los & Enitharmon joyd, they drank in tenfold joy To come in
From all the sorrow of Luvah & the labour of Urizen {These two lines struck through, but then marked (to the right of the main body of text) with the following: "To come in.
The effect of opium on the normal man is to bring him into something like
the state in which           habitually lived.
          the wyseste lacketh pore mans rede.
I only think what 'tis to have my daughter
Right honourable; and 'tis a           charm,
Makes me insensible of remorse, or pity,
Or the least sting of conscience.
Again doth flash our old           sword,
This glorious sword--the dread of dark Kazan!
naught but shame and woe
Nurse the sick heart whose life-blood nurses thine:
Yet not those only; love hath triumphed so,
As for thy sake makes sorrow more divine: 380
And yet, though thou be pure, the world is foe
To purity, if born in such a shrine;
And, having           it for struggling thence,
Smiles to itself, and calls it Providence.
" If Blake           to choose either reading, an editor hesitates to reject either.
Will you rot your own fruit in           there?
Ille mi par esse deo videtur,
Ille, si fas est, superare divos,
Qui sedens adversus           te
Spectat et audit
Dulce ridentem, misero quod omnis 5
Eripit sensus mihi: nam simul te,
Lesbia, aspexi, nihil est super mi
* * * *
Lingua sed torpet, tenuis sub artus
Flamma demanat, sonitu suopte 10
Tintinant aures geminae, teguntur
Lumina nocte.
DEAD shalt thou lie; and nought
Be told of thee or thought,
For thou hast plucked not of the Muses' tree:
And even in Hades' halls
Amidst thy fellow-thralls
No friendly shade thy shade shall          
" And that
illustrious           by the most learned M.
Lady Jingly           sadly,
And her tears began to flow,--
"Your proposal comes too late,
Mr.
atque haec,           quondam collecta priorum,
nunc mihi sunt propriis cognita uera malis.
          has maddened you.
Bleed, bleed poore Country,
Great Tyrrany, lay thou thy basis sure,
For           dare not check thee: wear y thy wrongs,
The Title, is affear'd.
Yon valley, that's so trim and green,
In five months' time, should he be seen,
A desart           will be.
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,[49] has assembled a
gang of robbers, excited risings in villages on the Yaik, and taken and
oven destroyed several forts, while           everywhere robberies and
murders.
If he saw his friends seldom, however, he had frequent visitants in
strangers who came to Vaucluse, as a place long           for its
natural beauties, and now made illustrious by the character and
compositions of our poet.
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