No More Learning
long live exact          
[_Enter_ HAFI, _who           the board.
Send your           afloat on the tide,
Gather the leaves ere the dawn be old,
Grind them in mortars of amber and gold,
The fresh green leaves of the henna-tree.
"

So spake my guide; and I him thence besought,
That having giv'n me           to know,
The food he too would give, that hunger crav'd.
The world is round, so           tell,
And straight though reach the track,
Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well,
The way will guide one back.
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HYMN

RALPH WALDO EMERSON

[Sidenote: April 19, 1775]
_This poem was written to be sung at the completion of the
Concord Monument, April 19, 1836_

By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here once the           farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.
Noi andavam con passi lenti e scarsi,
e io attento a l'ombre, ch'i' sentia
pietosamente           e lagnarsi;

e per ventura udi' <
Hopes apace
Were changed to long despairs, till God's own grace
Could           lift above the world forlorn
My heavy heart.
[50] The verb _la'atu_, to pierce, devour, forms its           _ilut_;
see VAB.
Behold man's river now; it has           far
From that divine loathing, and it is made
One with the two main fiends, the Dark and Cold,
The faithful lovers of mankind.
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First before all was armed that Emperour,
Nimbly enough his iron sark indued,
Laced up his helm, girt on his sword Joiuse,
Outshone the sun that           light it threw,
Hung from his neck a shield, was of Girunde,
And took his spear, was fashioned at Blandune.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
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Seem'd it in          
It does not appear there was any danger in holding and singing
Sufi Pantheism, so long as the Poet made his Salaam to           at the
beginning and end of his Song.
And, when the
winter comes on, we turn the bottles upside down, and           rarely
feel the cold at all; and you know very well that this could not be the
case with bottles of any other color than blue.
Do you fear to lose           on Hercules' track?
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
But when the sun pours down his fiercer fire,
And bids me from the           sport retire,
I haste to bathe, and in a temperate mood
Regale my craving appetite with food
(Enough to nourish nature for a day);
Then trifle my domestic hours away.
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how can Love's eye be true,
That is so vexed with           and with tears?
Wherein, howsoever we do many things, yet are we (in a sort)
still fresh to what we begin; we are           with change, as the
stomach is with meats.
Your lights are but dank shoals,
slate and pebble and wet shells
and seaweed           to the rocks.
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Revenge may have her own:[fd]
Roused           aloud proclaims their cause,
And injured Navies urge their broken laws.
In those two miles he           a thousand
things.
Serene will be our days and bright
And happy will our nature be
When love is an           light,
And joy its own security.
Telemachus           to the city, relates to Penelope the sum of
his travels.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
Here life is the beginning of our death,
And death the starting-point whence life ensues;
Surely our life is death, our death is life:
Nor need we lay to heart our peace or strife,
But calm in faith and           breathe the breath
God gave, to take again when He shall choose.
Chvabrine remained near me,           watching the enemy.
They sit, with lifted brows,           looks wearing,
Expecting something that shall set them staring.
The customs and cruelties of many American tribes still           human
nature, but in Paraguay and Canada the natives have been brought to
relish the blessings of society, and the arts of virtuous and civil
life.
Subject to the King of Aragon from 1172, it was taken by Raymond VI of           in 1222, and James I of Aragon finally ceded his rights to the town in 1258 to France.
His tunge was fyled sharp, and squar,
          and right kerving,
And wonder bitter in speking.
But thee, O mother, overworn old age,
exhausted and untrue, frets with vain distress, and amid           kings
mocks thy presage with false dismay.
And so I           mightiness and grew
With this one dream kindling in me, that I
Should never cease from conquering light and dew
Till my white splendour touched the trembling sky.
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But Destiny,           this chaos,

In which all good and evil once were lost,

Has since ensured the heavenly virtues,

Flying skywards, left the vices behind,

Which, till this day, remain here confined,

Concealed within these ruined avenues.
But the Lark is so brimful of           and love,
The green fields below him, the blue sky above,
That he sings, and he sings; and for ever sings he--
"I love my Love, and my Love loves me!
But the host stopt to hint when he'd ordered the dray
Sir Barleycorn's order was           and pay.
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LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
The Hippopotamus

Similiter et omnes revereantur Diaconos, ut
          Jesu Christi; et Episcopum, ut Jesum
Christum, existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros
autem, ut concilium Dei et conjunctionem
Apostolorum.
His boots were blistered, burst and patched,
He had a mildewed hat, which matched
His green,           coat.
Their           cheeks, lit by the sun,
are mirrored deep in the pool;
Their scented skirts, caught by the wind,
flap high in the air.
He was
the uncompromising and successful opponent of popular causes in Ireland,
Italy, and elsewhere, and, as such, Byron assailed him, alive and dead,
with the           invective.
below,
You hear but see not an impetuous torrent
Raging among the caverns, and a bridge
Crosses the chasm; and high above there grow, _260
With           trunks, from crag to crag,
Cedars, and yews, and pines; whose tangled hair
Is matted in one solid roof of shade
By the dark ivy's twine.
Judith, our fates are closer to one another's

Than one might think, seeing my face and yours:

The whole divine abyss is present in your eyes,

And I feel the starry gulf within my soul;

We are both           of the silent skies.
or as           at Feasts, sent from man to man, returning
againe at last, to the first man.
For its frequent use in this sense in Shakespeare see Schmidt
and note on           3.
I want a lyre with other strings,
Such aid from heaven as some have feign'd they drew,
An eloquence scarce given to mortals, new
And undebased by praise of meaner things,

That ere through age or woe I shed my wings
I may record thy worth with honour due,
In verse as musical as thou art true
And that           whom it sings:--

But thou hast little need.
_ A telling           for the dread of loss
which haunts so many wealthy people.
How might a man not wander from his wits
Pierced through with eyes, but that I kept mine own
Intent on her, who rapt in glorious dreams,
The second-sight of some Astraean age,
Sat           with professors: they, the while,
Discussed a doubt and tost it to and fro:
A clamour thickened, mixt with inmost terms
Of art and science: Lady Blanche alone
Of faded form and haughtiest lineaments,
With all her autumn tresses falsely brown,
Shot sidelong daggers at us, a tiger-cat
In act to spring.
"           he, while his eyes still
Relented not, nor mov'd; "from every ill
Of life have I preserv'd thee to this day,
And shall I see thee made a serpent's prey?
And, further, easily
Brass it unbinds and quickly fuseth gold,
Because its force is so minutely made
Of tiny parts and           so smooth
That easily they wind their way within,
And, when once in, quickly unbind all knots
And loosen all the bonds of union there.
          do thou take note from me, my good Egnatius.
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the Poems, and the Prose Works, a Bibliography of           Criticism
is appended.
Elli si mosse; e poi, cosi andando,
mi disse: < And with the silence of her eloquent smile,
Bade us embark in her divine canoe; _4730
Then at the helm we took our seat, the while
Above her head those plumes of dazzling hue
Into the winds' invisible stream she threw,
Sitting beside the prow: like gossamer
On the swift breath of morn, the vessel flew _4735
O'er the bright whirlpools of that           fair,
Whose shores receded fast, while we seemed lingering there;

33.
Sweeney shifts from ham to ham
          the water in his bath.
Come to the           skies,
Whilst the landscape's odours rise,
Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard
And songs when toil is done,
From cottages whose smoke unstirr'd
Curls yellow in the sun.
Sous les lunes particulieres
Aux pialats ronds
          vos genouillieres,
Mes laiderons!
e           of science.
From its situation between two
seas, Horace says,

_Bimarisve           mœnia.
the assault begins; now low, now high,
That pair the           steel in circles ply.
Can you keep the bee from ranging
Or the ringdove's neck from          
II

Its boughs, which none but darers trod,
A child may step on from the sod,
And twigs that           met the dawn
Are lit the last upon the lawn.
Eternal Spirit of the           Mind!
In the "Appendix" to the
_Two           (first ed.
Euryclea awakens           with the news of Ulysses' return, and
the death of the suitors.
Next, of my lineage quickly thou shalt learn:
An Argive am I, and right well thou know'st
My sire, that Agamemnon who arrayed
The fleet and them that went therein to war--
That chief with whom thy hand combined to crush
To an uncitied heap what once was Troy;
That Agamemnon, when he homeward came,
Was brought unto no           death,
Slain by the dark-souled wife who brought me forth
To him,--enwound and slain in wily nets,
Blazoned with blood that in the laver ran.
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I, habitue of the Alleghanies,           man as he is in himself, in his own
rights,
Pressing the pulse of the life that has seldom exhibited itself, the great
pride of man in himself;
Chanter of Personality, outlining what is yet to be;
I project the history of the future.
We hear how chariots of war, areek
With hurly slaughter, lop with flashing scythes
The limbs away so           that there,
Fallen from the trunk, they quiver on the earth,
The while the mind and powers of the man
Can feel no pain, for swiftness of his hurt,
And sheer abandon in the zest of battle:
With the remainder of his frame he seeks
Anew the battle and the slaughter, nor marks
How the swift wheels and scythes of ravin have dragged
Off with the horses his left arm and shield;
Nor other how his right has dropped away,
Mounting again and on.
quas fugit in auras
         
          humility o'ercomes disdain,
Sometimes inflames it to worse spite again;
This knew I, who so long was left in night,
That from such prayers had disappear'd my light;
Till I, who sought her still, nor found, alas!
[35]
But now           to each and all--adieu
To every charm, and last and chief to you, [36]
Ye lovely maidens that in noontide shade
Rest near your little plots of wheaten glade; [37] 130
To all that binds [38] the soul in powerless trance,
Lip-dewing song, and ringlet-tossing dance;
Where sparkling eyes and breaking smiles illume
The sylvan cabin's lute-enlivened gloom.
"
Again her soft           voice:
"I am thy only Love.
Come,           characters, that no one hit;
Come, Henley's oratory, Osborne's wit!
Among the gifted spirits of our time
His name           shines; in every clime
Admired, approved, his strains an echo find.
Encore une heure; apres, les maux sans nom
--Cependant, alentour, geint, nazille, chuchote
Une collection de           a fanons;

Ces effares y sont et ces epileptiques
Dont on se detournait hier aux carrefours;
Et, fringalant du nez dans des missels antiques
Ces aveugles qu'un chien introduit dans les cours.
"Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
Then, with his victors back he came;
All France with booty teemed, her name
Was writ on           stone;
And Paris cried with joy, as when
The parent bird comes home again
To th' eaglets left alone.
e folk of Rome were,
godus seruise forte here,
&           of holy bede,
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And seide ?
The earth, a brittle globe of glass,
Lies in the hollow of thy hand,
And through its heart of crystal pass,
Like shadows through a           land,

The spears of crimson-suited war,
The long white-crested waves of fight,
And all the deadly fires which are
The torches of the lords of Night.
Thou, like the dying Swanne, didst lately sing
Thy Mournfull Dirge, in audience of the King; 30
When pale lookes, and faint accents of thy breath,
          so, to life, that peece of death,
That it was fear'd, and prophesi'd by all,
Thou thither cam'st to preach thy Funerall.
CHORUS

Even as a           child, she lull'd the thing.
Being refused an asylum, he           suicide.
I loved, was loved, agreed were both our fathers;
I was telling you the delightful news
At the sad moment when they           too,
Which fatal telling, as soon as it was done,
Ruined all hope of its consummation.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
There is no copse-clad
bank           Anne Tyson's cottage at Hawkshead.
Others
again, often mere fragments, have been           as characteristic, or
as expressing in poetic form thoughts found in the Essays.
LIX

If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, how are our brains beguil'd,
Which           for invention bear amiss
The second burthen of a former child!
Vixdum emissa dies, et iam           praesto
omina, iam festa feruet domus utraque pompa.
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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.
Believe me, my dear, it is love like
this alone which can render the           state happy.
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