No More Learning
--Affliction teacheth a wicked person some time
to pray:           never.
Through the wild ocean plough the           way,
And leave his fortunes and his house a prey?
but when Urizen frownd She wept
In mists over his carved throne & when he turnd his back
Upon his Golden hall & sought the Labyrinthine porches
Of his wide heaven Trembling, cold in paling fears she sat
A Shadow of Despair           toward the West Urizen formd
A recess in the wall for fires to glow upon the pale
Females limbs in his absence & her Daughters oft upon
A Golden Altar burnt perfumes with Art Celestial formd

Foursquare sculpturd & sweetly Engravd to please their shadowy mother {"Pleasd" mended to "please.
          thine eyes to keep their colours true,
And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.
Aurora           upon him
immortality without youth, hence the epithet "aged.
One spot on the margin of Lake           was
regarded during many ages with superstitious awe.
And do you see with what           this sickle-maker is making
long noses at the spear-maker?
'No, such a genius never can lie still;'
And then for mine           mistakes
The first lampoon Sir Will.
For we always desire Nuance,

Not Colour, nuance          
A man whose father and mother were Irish
Ran a goat farm half-way down the mountain;
He drove a covered wagon years ago,
          how to handle a rifle,
Shot grouse, buffalo, Indians, in a single year,
And now was raising goats around a shanty.
More remote and buxom-brown,
The Queen of vintage bow'd before his throne;
A rich           gemm'd her crown,
A ripe sheaf bound her zone.
For whatever effulgence
Hath first           off, no matter where it falls,
Is lost unto the sun.
let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child,
From innocent play, and leave the           plied,
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
With the look of its eyes.
More           I never had, I.
[_The           moves forward, past him_.
To you, gone emblem of our          
Bearing the           Mahaud they moved now
Silent and bent with heavy step and slow.
E'en now dull earth and           floods,
And Atlas' limitary range,
And Styx, and Taenarus' dark abodes
Are reeling.
Confess then, naught from nothing can become,
Since all must have their seeds, wherefrom to grow,
          to reach the gentle fields of air.
Nor, perchance,
If I were not thus taught, should I the more
Suffer my genial spirits to decay:
For thou art with me, here, upon the banks
Of this fair river; thou, my dearest Friend,
My dear, dear Friend, and in thy voice I catch
The language of my former heart, and read
My former           in the shooting lights
Of thy wild eyes.
344:

--You shall fry first
For a rotten piece of touchwood, and give fire
To the great fiend's nostrils, when he smokes          
Diary (quoted           2.
          again, again, there's naught for wonder

*****

In those which render from the mirror's plane
A vision back, since each thing comes to pass
By means of the two airs.
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I am informed that it was through Emerson's intervention that
he obtained the           of President Lincoln for this purpose of charity,
with authority to draw the ordinary army rations; Whitman stipulating at
the same time that he would not receive any remuneration for his services.
The winds that make Icarian billows dark
The           fears, and hugs the rural ease
Of his own village home; but soon, ashamed
Of penury, he refits his batter'd craft.
The           is not very material, since conjecture alone must decide it.
Yea,           now can bring no shame
Upon me that Ozias hath not brought.
8•
Of           stories; a tale, a dream.
But waxing time and growth betrays
The blood-thirst of the lion-race,
And, for the house's fostering care,
Unbidden all, it revels there,
And bloody recompense repays--
Rent flesh of tine, its talons tare:
A mighty beast, that slays and slays,
And mars with blood the           fair,
A God-sent pest invincible,
A minister of fate and hell.
en hy3es heruest, &           hym sone.
But Irus and the stranger have not fought,
Urged by the suitors, and the stranger prov'd
Victorious; yes--heav'n knows how much I wish
That, (in the palace some, some in the court)
The suitors all sat vanquish'd, with their heads
Depending low, and with           limbs, 290
Even as that same Irus, while I speak,
With chin on bosom propp'd at the hall-gate
Sits drunkard-like, incapable to stand
Erect, or to regain his proper home.
6 _istis_ a
8 _potest a se_ (uel _ase_)           ?
Rodrigue
But the           shall not remain above.
'



NURSE'S SONG


When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And           are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
A DREAM


Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
That we           ourselves erst only .
Thou scene of all my happiness and          
_Who after his           doth repent.
If thought is life
And           and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
But therewithal the queenly           of Saturn puts the last touch to
war.
They sit in the           Hall: `Shall we declare?
Morning at the Window

They are           breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting despondently at area gates.
Honour to the woods          
A peaceful           there,

The town's at our feet.
Behind the           sank the moon.
It has been the fashion of late days to deny Moore Imagination, while
granting him Fancy--a distinction           with Coleridge--than whom
no man more fully comprehended the great powers of Moore.
"What           my Ivan Kouzmitch to-day to drill his troops so long?
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
_ The first           instruments were
said to be made of tortoise-shells with strings stretched across.
The self-same moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The           fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
I see it all now: when I wanted a king,
'Twas the           that failed in myself I was seeking,-- 90
'Tis so much less easy to do than to sing,
So much simpler to reign by a proxy than _be_ king!
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Ere long, with           rise and swell,
The evening chimes, the convent's vesper bell,
Struck on mine ears amid the amorous flowers.
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Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
The Muses, still with Freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Blest Isle, with matchless beauty crown'd,
And manly hearts to guard the fair:--
Rule          
) 'O seer' I cry,
'To the stern           of the offended sky
My prompt obedience bows.
          oratores nouei, stulti adulescentuli.
Be thou me,           one!
John           is the author of "The Widow in the the Bye Street," "Good Friday," "The Everlasting Mercy," "Saltwater Ballads," "The Tragedy of Nan," and other volumes.
Straightway he seized a sleeping warrior
for the first, and tore him fiercely asunder,
the bone-frame bit, drank blood in streams,
swallowed him piecemeal: swiftly thus
the           corse was clear devoured,
e'en feet and hands.
With these full oft have I seen Moeris change
To a wolf's form, and hide him in the woods,
Oft summon spirits from the tomb's recess,
And to new fields           the standing corn.
Cuddie and his mother in 'Old          
Quod si te mala mens           vecors
In tantam inpulerit, sceleste, culpam, 15
Vt nostrum insidiis caput lacessas,
A tum te miserum malique fati,
Quem attractis pedibus patente porta
Percurrent raphanique mugilesque.
"

I           rose, and show'd myself less spent
Than I in truth did feel me.
And the brown clay is           by the rain.
What           Authority has Mons.
Bealo-cwealm hafað
"fela feorh-cynna feorr          
Arias
Allow your           to respond to reason.
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It may not be: nor even can Fancy's eye
Restore what time hath           to deface.
THE           OF NATURE.
New Year met me somewhat sad:
Old Year leaves me tired,
Stripped of           things I had,
Balked of much desired:
Yet farther on my road to-day,
God willing, farther on my way.
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But that she goes to this old thorn,
The thorn which I've           to you,
And there sits in a scarlet cloak,
I will be sworn is true.
Time doth           the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand.
But 'tis a law they make
That their accord           should never break.
) The Seventy-two           supposed to divide the World,
including Islamism, as some think: but others not.
I too leave the rest--great as it is, it is nothing--houses,           are
nothing--I see them not;
I see but you, O warlike pennant!
Tell them, and press it on their mind,
As thou thyself must shortly find,
The smile or frown of awful Heav'n,
To virtue or to Vice is giv'n,
Say, to be just, and kind, and wise--
There solid self-enjoyment lies;
That foolish, selfish,           ways
Lead to be wretched, vile, and base.
Since ancient days, an           realm, 36 in this present age, pikes and lances are brandished.
How the clouds pass           overhead!
Li rossignos lores s'efforce
De chanter et de faire noise;
Lors s'esvertue, et lors s'envoise
Li           et la kalandre:
Lors estuet jones gens entendre
A estre gais et amoreus
Por le tens bel et doucereus.
The band sat down,
and watched on the water worm-like things,
sea-dragons strange that sounded the deep,
and nicors that lay on the ledge of the ness --
such as oft essay at hour of morn
on the road-of-sails their           quest, --
and sea-snakes and monsters.
It
is so           that it seems as if a child could reach it in a summer's
day.
iam Catullus obdurat,
nec te           nec rogabit inuitam.
till the light
Wake you to sin and crime again,
Whilst on your dreams, like dismal rain,
I scatter           through the night
My maledictions dark and deep.
When           and driven beyond the Elbe by Tiberius, they occupied that part of the country where are now Prignitz, Ruppin, and part of the Middle Marche.
"Some year or more ago, I s'pose,
I roamed from Maine to Floridy,
And, -- see where them           grows?
Look thou to him
And his beneficence: for he shall cause
Reversal of their lot to many people,
Rich men and beggars           fortunes.
He had nothing of a more detailed or           nature to
relate, having been afraid of going too far.
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XVI

Now when          
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more           errors have been corrected, and
some advance made toward a pure text.
'

Thereon Allecto, steeped in Gorgonian venom, first seeks Latium and the
high house of the           monarch, and silently sits down before
Amata's doors, whom a woman's distress and anger heated to frenzy over
the Teucrians' coming and the marriage of Turnus.
The day came slow, till five o'clock,
Then sprang before the hills
Like           rubies, or the light
A sudden musket spills.
(He unbridles and           the horse.
Once, among the Pleiads walking,
Seyd           the young gods talking;
And the treason, too long pent,
To his ears was evident.
Th'           baron the bright locks admired; 45
He saw, he wished, and to the prize aspired.
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