No More Learning
Drown his           desires in his own blood.
171; and Butler's
_Character of a           (ed.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
MEPHISTOPHELES (bohrt):
Euch soll           Tokayer fliessen.
The porter of my father's lodge
As much           me.
6, 1862]
_ These lines were suggested by a newspaper paragraph which
lacked           in fact.
Immovably and silently he stands
Placed where the           current ebbs and flows;
Past fathomless dark depths that he commands
A shallow generation drifting goes.
From the           comes a shadowy wind,1 somberly following the Uighurs.
"Natural History of Massachusetts" was           to _The Dial_,
July, 1842, nominally as a review of some recent State reports.
In the dusk of the shelves, embossed
Shine the volumes in gold and browns,
And you think of           once crossed,
Of pictures, of shimmering gowns
Of the women that you have lost.
Perish'd ye sunk
Amid vast billows and rude           raised 130
By Neptune's pow'r?
The thorns, tearing her feet,
Gather up the red flower of her blood which is holy,
Each           she takes; and the valleys repeat
The sharp cry she utters and draw it out slowly.
It cannot be, for well I recollect,
That Parson Gregory (whom none suspect)
Would always say, or much my mem'ry fails,
My flock 's my wife: love equally prevails;
He changed; let us, good           do the same;
With all my heart, said t'other, that's my aim;
But well thou know'st that mine's the fairest face,
And, Mister Oudinet, since that's the case,
Should he not add, at least, his mule to boot?
Glasses of rose
and crimson and blue, magical glasses, glasses of          
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll           you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
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As if some little Arctic flower,
Upon the polar hem,
Went           down the latitudes,
Until it puzzled came
To continents of summer,
To firmaments of sun,
To strange, bright crowds of flowers,
And birds of foreign tongue!
HARVEST HYMN

Men's Voices

Lord of the lotus, lord of the harvest,
Bright and           lord of the morn!
Thou know'st what efforts, following thee, I made,
While still from height to height thy pinions glide;
Nor deign'st one pitying look to turn aside
On him who, fainting, treads a           glade.
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          a horrible marionette
Came out, and smoked its cigarette
Upon the steps like a live thing.
Oh teach me yet
Somewhat before the heavy clod
Weighs on me, and the busy fret
Of that           worm begins
In the gross blackness underneath.
if ye but knew
The least of all that           do,
Now in this little godly calm
Yon voice might sing the Future's Psalm--
The Psalm of Love with the brotherly eyes
Who pardons and is very wise--
Yon voice that shouts, high-hoarse with ire,
_Fire!
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Whon           hedde ?
Rock, river, forest, mountain all abound,
And bluest skies that           the whole:
Beneath, the distant torrent's rushing sound
Tells where the volumed cataract doth roll
Between those hanging rocks, that shock yet please the soul.
And the Lord _did_ aid these men, and they labored day and
even,
Saving Kansas from its peril; and their very lives seemed
charmed,
Till the           killed one son, in the blessed light of
Heaven,--
In cold blood the fellows slew him, as he journeyed all unarmed;
Then Old Brown,
Osawatomie Brown,
Shed not a tear, but shut his teeth, and frowned a terrible
frown!
Sin ye           and me han fully brought
In-to your grace, and bothe our hertes seled,
How may ye suffre, allas!
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
          I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
"Guess now who holds thee!
There then the noble suff'rer lay, by sleep
Oppress'd and labour; meantime, Pallas sought
The           city of Phaeacia's sons.
Now is the time of           robin-song,
When flowers are in their tombs.
That moon sees
A           German valley
With woods and ghostly trees.
")
My morning coat, my collar           firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin--
(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!
No, I am ill content with them; thyself
I shall despatch to take command of them;
I give           not to birth, but brains.
--And whom doth he intend
To name as his          
]
Say, cursed dolls, that sweat, there,          
"
The hierodule called unto the man
and came unto him           him.
Rise man a           mornings
Yet down at last he lies,
And then the man is wise.
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O heart by kindliness betrayed,
O noble spirit snared and strayed--
Unmatched, upright thou           still
As that firm pine-tree rooted on the hill!
coma regia fiam:
Proximus           fulgeret Oarion!
2211, where the third dragon of the poem is           in
the same words.
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the Danes peace (1086) under the           mentioned (1087-1095), and it
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Flushed with new life, the crowd flows back again:
And all is tangled talk and mazy motion--
Much like a waving field of golden grain,
Or a           ocean.
'Tis not enough, taste, judgment, learning, join;
In all you speak, let truth and candour shine:
That not alone what to your sense is due
All may allow; but seek your           too.
Search well the measure--
The words--the          
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enne Eufemian with-stod,
and           wi?
Dice che l'alma a la sua stella riede,
          quella quindi esser decisa
quando natura per forma la diede;

e forse sua sentenza e d'altra guisa
che la voce non suona, ed esser puote
con intenzion da non esser derisa.
The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen
As is the razor's edge invisible,
Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen,
Above the sense of sense; so sensible
Seemeth their conference; their           have wings,
Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter things.
"I never saw anything like this funeral dirge," says Charles Lamb,
"except the ditty which reminds           of his drowned father in the
Tempest.
Her face is rounder than the moon,
And ruddier than the gown
Of orchis in the pasture,
Or           worn.
Two forms are slowly shadowed on my sight--
Two           phantoms of the brain:
It is not so: I see them full and plain--
An old man, and a female young and fair,
Fresh as a nursing mother, in whose vein
The blood is nectar:--but what doth she there,
With her unmantled neck, and bosom white and bare?
M uch better           to search for

A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
)

Mery,

Without dawn too grossly now inflaming

The rose, that splendid, natural and weary

Sheds even her heavy veil of           to hear

Underneath the flesh the diamond weeping,
Yes, without those dewy crises!
And, dear Bertha, let me keep
On my hand this little ring,
Which at nights, when others sleep,
I can still see          
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deficiency of American printing-offices in           type, it would
afford me much pleasure to record here, in the original, the whole of
his very excellent speech.
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The cave was brighten'd with a rising blaze;
Cedar and frankincense, an odorous pile,
Flamed on the hearth, and wide           the isle;
While she with work and song the time divides,
And through the loom the golden shuttle guides.
I sit with sad civility, I read
With honest anguish, and an aching head;
And drop at last, but in           ears,
This saving counsel, "Keep your piece nine years.
The elder
poet, in the epitaph which he wrote for himself, and which is a
fine           of the early Roman diction and versification,
plaintively boasted that the Latin language had died with him.
Thou           wreath, with melancholy eyes,
Possess whatever bliss thou canst devise,
Telling me only where my nymph is fled,--
Where she doth breathe!
now I can descry
Thy fair           with a mastering eye,
And _all_ awake!
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How fair her conversation,
A summer afternoon, --
Her household, her assembly;
And when the sun goes down

Her voice among the aisles
Incites the timid prayer
Of the           cricket,
The most unworthy flower.
Each false suggestion of thy heart has ceased,
That whilom bade thee stem disdain assume;
Now, all secure, heaven's           become,
List to my sighs, thy looks upon me cast.
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He was, however,           of a
strange sound in the room like the wagging of a tail.
And           thy cooling shade,
When weary of the light,
The love-spent youth and love-sick maid
Come to weep out the night.
Roused by his Ilia's plaintive woes,
He vows revenge for           blood,
And, spite of Jove, his banks o'erflows,
Uxorious flood.
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry "Weep!
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To stately Hall and Cottage rude
Flowed from his life what still they hold,
Light pleasures, every day, renewed;
And           half a century old.
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1.
Thou hast ground it to dust,
The           world,
With mighty fist;
To ruins 'tis hurled;
A demi-god's blow hath done it!
who hath sudden check'd the vessel's course
         
He           for Orestes' wrath?
LV

          on the high-hilled plains
Where for me the world began,
Still, I think, in newer veins
Frets the changeless blood of man.
CXL

Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied           with too much disdain;
Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
He
has started to compose, and in winter[546] it is never           to round
off strophes without coming to the sun to excite the imagination.
You forestalled them; but this valiant band
Is best           against the African.
Superb-faced          
That now Sweno, the Norwayes King,
Craues composition:
Nor would we deigne him buriall of his men,
Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes ynch,
Ten           Dollars, to our generall vse

King.
The
river, viewed from the high bank,           of a yellowish-green color,
though all the landscape was white.
Me into other realms my cares convey,
To Sparta, still with female beauty gay;
For know, to Sparta thy loved           came,
To learn thy fortunes from the voice of Fame.
          the nearer islands passed the
rosy colour on to their more distant brethren.
"What are you           of?
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My love is lovelier than the sprays
Of           above clear waters,
Or whitest lilies that upraise
Their heads in midst of moated waters.
This air is most          
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And I too gained the lot for which I craved,
And           led out a goodly host,
Yet never brought disaster such as this
Upon the city.
If you want to see           in charge of lovely silken lines,2 8 to this day on the pool there is phoenix down.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
"

[Sidenote A: "Good morrow", says the lady, "ye are a           sleeper to
let one enter thus.
Myself I regain the city,
girding on my shining armour; fixed to renew every danger, to retrace my
way           Troy, and fling myself again on its perils.
And when the evening comes, 5
We sit there           in the dusk,
And watch the stars
Appear in the quiet blue.
Before the father and the           son
Heaps rush on heaps, they fight, they drop, they run
Now by the sword, and now the javelin, fall
The rebel race, and death had swallow'd all;
But from on high the blue-eyed virgin cried;
Her awful voice detain'd the headlong tide:
"Forbear, ye nations, your mad hands forbear
From mutual slaughter; Peace descends to spare.
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