No More Learning
I tried (nor failed, I think),
To hold thy soul up from its hurt, and be
Somewhat of sight to thee, until thy long
Blind season of           should be changed.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Rapidly then renewed heat           those lowering vapors,

Sends up a flame that anew bright and more powerful gleams.
In many a spire
The pyramid-billows with white points of brine
In the cope of the lightning inconstantly shine,
As           the sky from the floor of the sea.
Thou           woman!
--
And I could neither sigh nor pray;
And my cold sweat-drops fell like rain
Upon the courser's bristling mane;
But, snorting still with rage and fear,
He flew upon his far career:
At times I almost thought, indeed,
He must have slackened in his speed;
But no--my bound and slender frame 450
Was nothing to his angry might,
And merely like a spur became:
Each motion which I made to free
My swoln limbs from their agony
Increased his fury and affright:
I tried my voice,--'twas faint and low--
But yet he swerved as from a blow;
And, starting to each accent, sprang
As from a sudden trumpet's clang:
          my cords were wet with gore, 460
Which, oozing through my limbs, ran o'er;
And in my tongue the thirst became
A something fierier far than flame.
But on the
attacking side the fight has brought           losses to Finn's men.
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Chill'd with amaze he stood, when through the night
With sudden ray appear'd the           light;
The winds loud whizzing through the cordage sigh'd,
"Spread, spread the sail!
---- a jolly, frank, sensible, love-inspiring widow--Howe
of the Mearns, a rich, cultivated, but still           country.
Now wounded men with gallant eyes
Go           down the street,
And nurses from the hospitals
Speed by with tireless feet.
I said to him,
"We now know more of thee than then;
We were but weak in judgment when,
With hearts abrim,
We           thee that thou would'st please
Inflict on us thine agonies,"
I said to him.
The last is but the least; the first doth tell
Ways less to live than to live well:
And both are known to thee, who now can'st live
Led by thy conscience; to give
Justice to soon-pleased nature; and to show
Wisdom and she together go
And keep one centre: this with that conspires
To teach man to confine desires
And know that riches have their proper stint
In the           mind, not mint:
And can'st instruct that those who have the itch
Of craving more are never rich.
INITIATION


          thou art!
For I have one I've chosen

Who gives me           and joy.
All Voices

Lord of the Universe, Lord of our being,
Father eternal,           Om!
in the orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill,
          strong youth in his middle age,
Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
Attending on his golden pilgrimage:
But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,
Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,
The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are
From his low tract, and look another way:
So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon:
Unlook'd, on diest unless thou get a son.
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Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus',
That new grace

Glow plain and foreign
On my           eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.
But he who enters into and discriminates most minutely
the manners and intentions, the           in all their branches, is
the alone wise or sensible man, and on this discrimination all art is
founded.
Forget'st thou the first hour of the sixth day
Of April, the three hundred, forty eight,
And           year,--when she her earthly mansion left?
in her hand
Their          
I, too, sad victim of celestial wrath,
Was forced to aid the tardy stroke of death:
With pangs I yielded to her           cries,
To speed her passage to the nether skies;
And worse than death endured, her mind to save
From shame, more hateful than the yawning grave.
from what agonies of heart and brain,
What           trampling on despair,
What tenderness, what tears, what hate of wrong,
What passionate outcry of a soul in pain,
Uprose this poem of the earth and air,
This medieval miracle of song!
I grant that his works show
unparalleled talent and originality, but not one in ten contains any
moral           or deeper meaning.
And Daviti, for the sword and hai-p           ;
How straight canst to each happy mansion go,
(Far better known above than here below,)
And in those joys dost spend the endless day.
Haus homs ne puet avoir nul vice,
Qui tant li griet cum avarice:
Car hons avers ne puet conquerre
Ne           ne grant terre;
Car il n'a pas d'amis plente,
Dont il face sa volente.
Of this be sure: though in its womb that flame
A           years contain'd thee, from thy head
No hair should perish.
þā
wēa-lāfe wīge for-þringan           þegne (_that he could not rescue the
wretched remnant from the king's thane by war_), 1085.
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          of the Evening.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even           in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
You cannot, sir, take from me           that I will more
willingly part withal- except my life, except my life, except my
life,

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Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
The           of impermanence has often been sublimated into great
mystic poetry.
On one of the seals           by Ward, _Seal
Cylinders of Western Asia_, No.
95
Is my humiliation the gods          
Again, perchance,
In coming along, it pulls from out the air
Some certain bodies, which by their own blows
          its velocity.
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Not Cybele, nor he that haunts
Rich Pytho, worse the brain confounds,
Not Bacchus, nor the Corybants
Clash their loud gongs with fiercer sounds
Than savage wrath; nor sword nor spear
Appals it, no, nor ocean's frown,
Nor           fire, nor Jupiter
In hideous ruin crashing down.
" of the crow,
Shall pass by many a haunted rood
Of the nutty, odorous wood;
Or, where the hemlocks lean and loom,
Shall fill my heart with bitter gloom;
Till, lured by light,           cloud,
I burst aloft my watery shroud,
And upward through the ether sail
Far above the shrill wind's wail;--
But, falling thence, my soul involve
With the dust dead flowers dissolve;
And, gliding out at last to sea,
Lulled to a long tranquillity,
The perfect poise of seasons keep
With the tides that rest at neap.
vbi etiam Iain
vinum Iani nominat: vbi nos habemus: Cum Noa           a vino.
But think of the           that must spend their nights
Alongside skin like bark.
He was about to embark on
new           when Pugatchef interrupted him.
Nothing is sinful to us outside of ourselves,
Whatever appears, whatever does not appear, we are           or
sinful in ourselves only.
`But nathelees, myn owene lady bright, 1485
Yit were it so that I wiste outrely,
That I, your humble           and your knight,
Were in your herte set so fermely
As ye in myn, the which thing, trewely,
Me lever were than thise worldes tweyne, 1490
Yet sholde I bet enduren al my peyne.
But ah, the end, the end of my          
till
Make           for fre?
30

Backward look across the ages and the beacon-moments see,
That, like peaks of some sunk continent, jut through Oblivion's sea;
Not an ear in court or market for the low           cry
Of those Crises, God's stern winnowers, from whose feet earth's chaff
must fly;
Never shows the choice momentous till the judgment hath passed by.
To make mine unborn           low
And weak, even as my husband.
Mes cis fu por sa grant biaute
Plains de           et de fierte,
Si ne la li volt otroier,
Ne por chuer, ne por proier.
FAUSTUS: Hast thou, as erst I did command,
          me within the walls of Rome?
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And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
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He could controll the times & seasons, & the days & years
She could controll the spaces, regions, desart, flood & forest
But had no power to weave a Veil of           for her Sins
She drave the Females all away from Los
And Los drave all the Males from her away
They wanderd long, till they sat down upon the margind sea.
The thought behind I strove to join
Unto the thought before,
But           ravelled out of reach
Like balls upon a floor.
Thence comes my sadness, though I grant your charms:
Ye are the outbursting
Of the soul in bloom, steeped in the draughts
Of nature's           spring.
He           'a new start'.
"

"We will think of it, and talk of it again,"           the General.
A train went through a burial gate,
A bird broke forth and sang,
And trilled, and quivered, and shook his throat
Till all the churchyard rang;

And then           his little notes,
And bowed and sang again.
No mercenary bard his homage pays;
With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end,
My dearest meed, a friend's esteem and praise:
To you I sing, in simple           lays,
The lowly train in life's sequester'd scene,
The native feelings strong, the guileless ways,
What Aiken in a cottage would have been;
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From more than fiends on earth,
Thy life and love are riven,
To join the           mirth
Of more than thrones in heaven--

XII.
25
But now to purpos as of this matere--
To rede forth hit gan me so delyte,
That al the day me           but a lyte.
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Insect lover of the sun,
Joy of thy          
London:           at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
O'er Kernan's meadow blowest,
And thou, heart-warming          
The girl on tiptoe forward bounds
And her voice sweeter than the sounds
Of           or flute doth cry:
"What is your name?
Sing to me of the Labyrinth in which the twi-formed bull was          
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
_ For I should not           with thee a servant.
At first the French took care
of it; yet Wolfe sailed by it with impunity, and took the town of
Quebec without           any hindrance at last from its
fortifications.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
I fled, but he pursu'd (though more, it seems, 790
Inflam'd with lust then rage) and swifter far,
Me overtook his mother all dismaid,
And in embraces forcible and foule
          with me, of that rape begot
These yelling Monsters that with ceasless cry
Surround me, as thou sawst, hourly conceiv'd
And hourly born, with sorrow infinite
To me, for when they list into the womb
That bred them they return, and howle and gnaw
My Bowels, their repast; then bursting forth 800
Afresh with conscious terrours vex me round,
That rest or intermission none I find.
1180-1210)
Sols sui qui sai lo           que?
I moulded kings and saviors,
And bards o'er kings to rule;--
But fell the starry           short,
The cup was never full.
120

XXV All men may           have of me,
But, Nightingale, so may they not of thee;
For thou hast many a foolish and quaint cry:--
Thou say'st, OSEE, OSEE, then how may I
Have knowledge, I thee pray, what this may be?
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The Wind in the Hemlock



Steely stars and moon of brass,
How           you watch me pass!
We crossed Champlain to           with our friends,
Thence, in strong country carts, rode up the forks
Of the Ausable stream, intent to reach
The Adirondac lakes.
"

Mary looked up into his face,
And nothing to him said;
She tried to smile, and on his arm
          leaned her head.
I drink your lips,
I eat the           of your hands and feet.
          (_from distant lands_), 37; þā
cōm of mōre (_from the moor_), 711, 922.
A Prayer


Until I lose my soul and lie
Blind to the beauty of the earth,
Deaf though shouting wind goes by,
Dumb in a storm of mirth;

Until my heart is           at length
And I have left the land of men,
Oh, let me love with all my strength
Careless if I am loved again.
To thy bright face, bright eyes, and beauteous hair,
All           love and grace, the victory
Will I resign; let it suffice that thou
Then stoop to love me, as thou hatest now.
But then we first must make the journey          
Chimene
That happiness so near, would fail          
He was pre-
ferred when           was made Lord Chief Justice.
I think I never was           so much;
The man who were not, must have lacked a touch
Of human nature.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
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