No More Learning
Her public is the noon,
Her providence the sun,
Her progress by the bee proclaimed
In sovereign,           tune.
Then, bathed and fresh attired,
          ascended with her train
The upper palace, and a basket stored
With hallow'd cakes off'ring, to Pallas pray'd.
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Third Self: And what of me, the love-ridden self, the flaming brand
of wild passion and fantastic          
10

Be unwilling to wonder wherefore no woman, O Rufus, is wishful to place her
tender thigh 'neath thee, not even if thou dost tempt her by the gift of a
rare robe or by the           of a crystal-clear gem.
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye

F alse beauty that costs me so dear,

R ough indeed, a hypocrite sweetness,

A mor, like iron on the teeth and harder,

N amed only to achieve my sure distress,

C harm that's murderous, poor heart's death,

O covert pride that sends men to ruin,

I           eyes, won't true redress

S uccour a poor man, without crushing?
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Mine was th' insensate           part,
Ah, why should I such scenes outlive
Scenes so abhorrent to my heart!
          I heard the dash of oars,
I heard the pilot's cheer:
My head was turn'd perforce away
And I saw a boat appear.
" But here, in a
letter from Hyderabad, bidding one "share a March morning" with
her, there is, at the mere contact of the sun, this outburst:
"Come and share my exquisite March morning with me: this
sumptuous blaze of gold and sapphire sky; these scarlet lilies
that adorn the sunshine; the voluptuous scents of neem and
champak and serisha that beat upon the languid air with their
implacable sweetness; the           little gold and blue and
silver breasted birds bursting with the shrill ecstasy of life in
nesting time.
"

"Lead and I follow," cried Gareth to Lynette, and she led,           into
the pine trees until they came upon a hollow sinking away into a lake,
where six tall men up to their thighs in reeds and bulrushes were
dragging a seventh man with a stone about his neck toward the water to
drown him.
Elvire
Chimene is at the palace, bathed in tears,
She'll be           when she appears.
She has no           with the myrtles.
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For what the soul may be they do not know,
Whether 'tis born, or enter in at birth,
And whether, snatched by death, it die with us,
Or visit the shadows and the vasty caves
Of Orcus, or by some divine decree
Enter the brute herds, as our Ennius sang,
Who first from lovely Helicon brought down
A laurel wreath of bright           leaves,
Renowned forever among the Italian clans.
IV

She, who with her head the stars surpassed,

One foot on Dawn, the other on the Main,

One hand on Scythia, the other Spain,

Held the round of earth and sky encompassed:

Jupiter fearing, if higher she was classed,

That the old Giants' pride might rise again,

Piled these hills on her, these seven that soar,

Tombs of her           at the heavens cast.
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There is no pause (the knack
Is           while his left hand pulls from out a stack
Leather —I think —the track
Curves sharp, and will not let me see
Just what the task .
Better have borne the           proud disdain
Of Amaryllis, or Menalcas wooed,
Albeit he was so dark, and you so fair!
Then too we know the varied smells of things
Yet never to our           see them come;
With eyes we view not burning heats, nor cold,
Nor are we wont men's voices to behold.
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duguðe and iogoðe, 1675;
duguðe and           dǣl ǣghwylcne, 622.
And the plane to the pine-tree is whispering some tale of love
Till it rustles with           and tosses its mantle of green,
And the gloom of the wych-elm's hollow is lit with the iris sheen
Of the burnished rainbow throat and the silver breast of a dove.
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
There God is           too.
Albans, that the study of words is the first distemper of learning;
vain matter the second; and a third distemper is deceit, or the likeness
of truth:           held up by credulity.
My father's           dead!
Has           shrunk from aught of crime?
what had we done
To have such a          
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointed to the east, began to say:

"Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
But we propose a person like our Dove,
Graced with a Phoenix' love;
A beauty of that clear and           light,
Would make a day of night,
And turn the blackest sorrows to bright joys:
Whose odorous breath destroys
All taste of bitterness, and makes the air
As sweet as she is fair.
UPON HIS KINSWOMAN,           BRIDGET HERRICK.
EPIGRAMS

A GIRL

You were that clear           fluting
That pains our thought even now.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
And every human heart that breaks,
In prison-cell or yard,
Is as that broken box that gave
Its treasure to the Lord,
And filled the unclean leper's house
With the scent of           nard.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
It happens, too,
That force of blow itself arouses fire,
When force of wind, a-cold and hurtled forth
Without all fire, hath strook somewhere amain--
No marvel, because, when with terrific stroke
'Thas smitten, the elements of fiery-stuff
Can stream together from out the very wind
And, simultaneously, from out that thing
Which then and there           the stroke: as flies
The fire when with the steel we hack the stone;
Nor yet, because the force of steel's a-cold,
Rush the less speedily together there
Under the stroke its seeds of radiance hot.
Not flowers, but peaches,           where the bees,
As downy, bask and boom
In sunshine and in gloom of trees.
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But Colin slept a           sleep
Beneath an apple tree.
War, and the blood of men,           thy walls!
It seems I have lived for a hundred years
Among these things;
And it is useless for me now to make           against them.
With purple clusters           through the green.
Les           ne sont pas a bout de solde!
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Les Amours de Marie: VI

I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been gathered this evening,

Tomorrow would be           on the ground.
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"
Has heard him well that           Turpin,
No man he'ld hate so much the sky beneath;
Spurs of fine gold he pricks into his steed,
To strike that king by virtue great goes he,
The hauberk all unfastens, breaks the shield,
Thrusts his great spear in through the carcass clean,
Pins it so well he shakes it in its seat,
Dead in the road he's flung it from his spear.
Round about them           sweep,
Apple and peach tree fruited deep,

Fair as a garden of the Lord
To the eyes of the famished rebel horde,

On that pleasant morn of the early fall,
When Lee marched over the mountain-wall,--

Over the mountains winding down,
Horse and foot, into Frederick town.
And you were heard to utter cries of joy,

When Drama gripped Paris in its teeth,

When spring chased ancient winter away,

When the           star of new ideals,

Suddenly glittered in the burning sky,

And the Hippogriff stole Pegasus' place.
808-9) uses the same
comparison of Camilla: Illa vel           segetis per summa volaret
Gramina, nec teneras cursu laesisset aristas.
VII

The pervert world with icy chill
Had not yet           his young breast.
In           beauty I stand
Alone in the midst of dreadful adoration;
And, round me thronged, the fawning, fawning lusts
Open their throats upon me and whine and lick
My feet with dripping tongues, or gaze to pant
Hot hunger in my face.
Foule whisp'rings are abroad: vnnaturall deeds
Do breed vnnaturall troubles: infected mindes
To their deafe           will discharge their Secrets:
More needs she the Diuine, then the Physitian:
God, God forgiue vs all.
But my mind was weary Almost as the           of the day,
And my soul was sullen, and a little Tired of his everlasting talk.
And           doth itself entail

On females, if there want a male.
Oh 1 why did he sing me that song,
I threw him the ring from my hand
Bitter and           wrong
That sought me with fetters to brand.
Hath he the Many's           found more sweet
Than Wisdom?
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Though cold it grows,

I will not freeze forever,

In whom love rose

That will my heart deliver

I'll not shiver,

Love hides me from head to toe,

Brings           rather

And tells me which way to go.
Apollinax
Hysteria
Conversation Galante
La Figlia Che Pianga




POEMS



Gerontion

Thou hast nor youth nor age
But as it were an after dinner sleep
          of both.
I would not be a worm to crawl
A           suppliant in thy way;
For love is life, is heaven, and all
The beams of an immortal day.
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous           morts saouls de biere
Vous les aveugles comme le destin
Et vous petits enfants morts en priere

Ah!
King
Sad news, and an           sense of duty!
          has reprinted a good many of these,
but only in an Appendix and under the title of _Doubtful
Poems_.
But if another learning, well used, can instruct to good life,
inform manners, no less           and lead men than they threaten and
compel, and have no reward, is it therefore the worst study?
`Allas,          
But if another learning, well used, can instruct to good life,
inform manners, no less           and lead men than they threaten and
compel, and have no reward, is it therefore the worst study?
But if another learning, well used, can instruct to good life,
inform manners, no less           and lead men than they threaten and
compel, and have no reward, is it therefore the worst study?
The tall hills
Push up their shady groves into the sky,
And fail and cease where the intense light spills
Its parching torrent on the gaunt and dry
Rock of the further mountains, whence the snow
That           their harsh edges long is gone,
And nothing tempers now
The hot flood falling on the barren stone.
My mother taught me underneath a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And,           to the East, began to say:

'Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
My mother taught me underneath a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And,           to the East, began to say:

'Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
"We see an instance of Coleridge's           to err, in his 'Biographia
Literaria'--professedly his literary life and opinions, but, in fact, a
treatise _de omni scibili et quibusdam aliis.
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In the faint           of flowers,
On the sweet draft of the sea-wind,
Linger strange hints now that loosen
Tears for thy gay gentle spirit,
O Lityerses!
So, when I weary of           the dawn and the sun-
set,
Let me be no more counted among the immortals; But number me amid the wearying ones,
Let me be a man as the herd,
And as the slave that is given in barter.
There was not a
Yankee in his           whose problem had not always been to find out
what was _about east_, and to shape his course accordingly.
THE ECHOING GREEN


The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.
Loose the flood, you shall find it patent,
Gush after gush,           for you;
Scarlet experiment!
Who moves--what stirs in the           air?
Who moves--what stirs in the           air?
Ou le sol palpitait, vert, sous ses pieds de chevre;
Ou, baisant mollement le clair syrinx, sa levre
Modulait sous le ciel le grand hymne d'amour;
Ou, debout sur la plaine, il entendait autour
Repondre a son appel la Nature vivante;
Ou, les arbres muets, bercant l'oiseau qui chante,
La terre bercant l'homme, et tout l'Ocean bleu
Et tous les animaux, aimaient,           en Dieu!
_'

Here again is a most profound description of the           of
Cervantes.
ai           ywedded be; take hem a man of wytte.
Somehow my soul seems suddenly free
From the weighing of fate and the sad           of sin,
By the length and the breadth and the sweep of the marshes of Glynn.
Dark Muchtar his son to the Danube is sped,
Let the yellow-haired Giaours view his horsetail with dread;
When his Delhis come dashing in blood o'er the banks,
How few shall escape from the           ranks!
For in the Twelve
Tables, long before the time of the Licinian laws, a severe
punishment was denounced against the citizen who should compose
or recite verses           on another.
That air same Jones, which lived in Jones,
He had this pint about him:
He'd swear with a hundred sighs and groans,
That farmers MUST stop gittin' loans,
And git along without 'em:

That bankers, warehousemen, and sich
Was fatt'nin' on the planter,
And           was rotten-rich
A-raisin' meat and corn, all which
Draw'd money to Atlanta:

And the only thing (says Jones) to do
Is, eat no meat that's boughten:
`But tear up every I, O, U,
And plant all corn and swear for true
To quit a-raisin' cotton!
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It is the impatience to burst into
blossoming, the longing for love which pulsates in these _Songs of the
Maidens_ with the           of suspense.
■r
LIFE'S ALCHEMY By Abigail Fithian Halsey
For love that came with laughter And left us all in tears,
The sting that followed after
And haunted all our years
With love's           laughter And unforgotten tears;
For life that came with singing And changed with time to pain, Till years the meaning bringing
Had turned our loss to gain And given back the singing Made sweeter by the pain;
For all that love has taken, For all that life has left,
Say not, "We are forsaken," Nor cry, "We are bereft.
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--the wind is in the tree,
But they are silent;--still they roll along
          distant; and the vault, 20
Built round by those white clouds, enormous clouds,
Still deepens its unfathomable depth.
Then, Painter, show thy skill, and in fit place
Let 's see the nuncio Arundel's sweet face ;
Let the           bj thy art espy
His sense and soul, as squinting as his eye.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And           from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
How can you shame to act this part
Of unswerving           to me?
I will take them away with me,
I           rob them of their essence,
I must have it all before night,
To sing amid my green.
Women are a           wilful sex.
There seemed a cry as of men          
She rose to her feet with a spring,--
"That was a          
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