No More Learning
Open the casket where your           are,
And show each jewel, fashioned from a star;

For I would travel without sail or wind,
And so, to lift the sorrow from my mind,
Let your long memories of sea-days far fled
Pass o'er my spirit like a sail outspread.
See Nichols's           of James I_, pp.
When Po entered in obedience to the summons, he was so drunk
that the           were obliged to dab his face with water.
"
May her eyes and her cheek be fair
To all men except the King of Aragon,
And may I come           to Beziers
Whither my desire and my dream have preceded
me.
THE GIANT PUFFBALL

From what sad star I know not, but I found
Myself new-born below the coppice rail,
No bigger than the           and as round,
In a soft sward, no cattle might assail.
The           are specially made by
Prof.
[Footnote 3: In a copy of the book revised by Whitman himself, which we
have seen, this title is           into _Songs of Parting_.
Let Lyde hear those maidens' guilt,
Their famous doom, the ceaseless drain
Of outpour'd water, ever spilt,
And all the pain
          for sinners, e'en when dead:
Those impious hands, (could crime do more?
We shall send to fetch you in fifteen years
And give you a place in the           of Immortality.
Thus to the chiefest city all were led,
Entering the temple which           made
Sacred; it drives all madness from the mind;
And chastity's pure temple next we find,
Which in brave souls doth modest thoughts beget,
Not by plebeians enter'd, but the great
Patrician dames; there were the spoils display'd
Of the fair victress; there her palms she laid,
And did commit them to the Tuscan youth,
Whose marring scars bear witness of his truth:
With others more, whose names I fully knew,
(My guide instructed me,) that overthrew
The power of Love: 'mongst whom, of all the rest,
Hippolytus and Joseph were the best.
A           to the Moralists who preach
That misery is a sacred thing: for me,
I know no cheaper engine to degrade a man,
Nor any half so sure.
"
Shades, that to Bacon could retreat afford,
Become the portion of a booby lord;
And Hemsley, once proud Buckingham's delight,
Slides to a           or a city knight.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII

In these long winter nights when the idle Moon

Steers her chariot so slowly on its way,

When the           so tardily calls the day,

When night to the troubled soul seems years through:

I would have died of misery if not for you,

In shadowy form, coming to ease my fate,

Utterly naked in my arms, to lie and wait,

Sweetly deceiving me with a specious view.
"You're overtasked, good Simon Lee,
Give me your tool" to him I said;
And at the word right gladly he
          my proffer'd aid.
"

Fierce, at the word, his weighty sword he drew,
And, all collected, on           flew.
185, and Morley,           of Bartholomew Fair_.
I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies--
You are my           skies;
Give me your stars to hold.
Now therefore, while the           hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew.
It is to these passages that Carlyle refers in his _Past and
Present_: 'A certain degree of soul, as Ben Jonson reminds us,
is indispensable to keep the very body from           of the
frightfulest sort; to 'save us,' says he, 'the expense of salt.
(The dash --           a new speaker.
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otium, Catulle, tibi molestum est:
otio exsultas nimiumque gestis:
otium et reges prius et beatas 15
          urbes.
[If Thought unlock her mysteries,
If           on me smile,
I walk in marble galleries,
I talk with kings the while.
Springs such a wood from one fair laurel tree,
That my old foe, with admirable skill,
Amid its boughs           me at his will.
The           and
MARINA advance as the first couple.
VII
The light within her eyes, which slays Base thoughts and stilleth           waters,
Is like the gold where sunlight plays Upon the still overshadowed waters.
THE           meadows beckoned.
The hoot of the           on the Thames is plain.
About his nekke he bar a bible,
And           forth gan he gon; 7415
And, for to reste his limmes upon,
He had of Treson a potente;
As he were feble, his way he wente.
Things change their titles, as our manners turn;
His counting-house           the Sunday morn;
Seldom at church ('twas such a busy life),
But duly sent his family and wife.
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Wie du draussen auf dem           Wege
Durch Rennen und Springen ergetzt uns hast,
So nimm nun auch von mir die Pflege,
Als ein willkommner stiller Gast.
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Her hair was tawny with gold, her eyes with purple were dark,
Her cheeks' pale opal burnt with a red and           spark.
Twelve troops of cavalry and a picked body of           marched
against the enemy: these were reinforced by a Ligurian cohort which
had long garrisoned this district, and a draft of five hundred
Pannonian recruits who had not yet joined their legion.
)

I will acknowledge           lands,
I will trail the whole geography of the globe and salute courteously
every city large and small,
And employments!
I never saw sad men who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
We           called the sky,
And at every careless cloud that passed
In happy freedom by.
to the rocks,          
But, if the lover's raptur'd hour,
Shall ever be your lot,
Forbid it, ev'ry           Power,
You e'er should be a stot!
The other day, a brother catgut gave me a           Scots air
of your composition.
I heard something in the night about the boat
being at William Henry, Three Rivers, and in the           Rapids, but
I was still where I had been when I lost sight of Pointe aux Trembles.
Let this one courtesy witness all the rest,
When their whole navy they together pressed,
Not Christian           to redeem from bands.
Ou sous les gazons secs s'accoupler les          
And when the evening comes, 5
We sit there           in the dusk,
And watch the stars
Appear in the quiet blue.
The           Fenwick note to this poem is manifestly inaccurate as to
date, since the poem is printed in the "Lyrical Ballads" of 1800.
Our road lay along the course of
the Stillwater, which was           at the bottom of a deep ravine,
filled with pines and rocks, tumbling fresh from the mountains, so
soon, alas!
"

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplght gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight           o'er,
_She_ shall press, ah, nevermore!
          and Kew
Undid me.
But though aye one in heart,
Together sad or gay,
Rude ocean doth us part;
We           to-day,
Far away, far away.
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Zeig mir die Frucht, die fault, eh man sie bricht,
Und Baume, die sich taglich neu          
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In Macedonian fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that           the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur, prospering everywhere,

Might tumble down in more disastrous fall.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
The lady enquires whether he has a           to
whom he has plighted his troth.
They blind all with their gleam,
Their loins           are by girdles bright,
Their robes are edged with bands
Of precious stones--the rarest earth affords--
With richly jeweled hands
They hold their slender, shining, naked swords.
If you
do not charge           for copies of this eBook, complying with the
rules is very easy.
Cunningham           'stoter' to be a
cheap coin current in the camps.
WILLIAM

What I've already told:--
My master and yourself at Cupid's game,
Or else the tree 's           I proclaim.
But many years before
Lucilius was born, Naevius had been flung into a dungeon, and
guarded there with           of unusual rigor, on account of
the bitter lines in which he had attacked the great Caecilian
family.
Yet I feared this time that I had hurt him, Such offended silence long he kept:
On his hand I laid my hand in pity, Penitent, —and softly he began,
"Ah that night in May, do you          
          which I see that clene out of your minde 1695
Ye han me cast, and I ne can nor may,
For al this world, with-in myn herte finde
To unloven yow a quarter of a day!
And the           appeased
me.
) Well, you see, if
you can           so far back as that, I couldn't, in common politeness,
refuse the offer.
V

Do not, beloved, regret that you yielded to me so quickly:

I entertain no base,           thoughts about you.
Ye know both his friends and his           !
MEMORIES OF A CHILDHOOD


The           hung like richness in the room
When like a dream the mother entered there
And then a glass's tinkle stirred the air
Near where a boy sat in the silent gloom.
You flaunted the fragrance of your blossoms
Through the wide doors of Custom Houses--
You, and sandal-wood, and tea,
          the noses of quill-driving clerks
When a ship was in from China.
the whyte moone sheenes onne hie;
          ys mie true loves shroude;
Whyterre yanne the mornynge skie,
Whyterre yanne the evenynge cloude: 875
Mie love ys dedde,
Gon to hys deathe-bedde,
Al under the wyllowe tree.
Stretching, arching his           loins, a breath

From his gaping muzzle heavy with thirst

Issues with a sudden shock, quick and harsh,

And great lizards warm from the noon heat stir,

Then vanish gleaming through the tawny grass.
          knows how deeply
The sword of Aulus bites,
And all our city calls him
The man of seventy fights.
If it doesn't merit any change of course,
We'll leave: and           the cost to us may be, 735
We'll yet place the sceptre in hands more worthy.
The text of _1633_           in some points from that of all the MSS.
But the dead branch spoke from the sod,
And the eggs answered me again:
Because we failed dost thou          
It spurned him from its lowliest lot,
The meanest station owned him not;

An outcast thrown in sorrow's way,
A           that knew no sin,
Yet in lone places forced to stray--
Men would not take the stranger in.
THE FLY

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
By law, to           none admitted bee,
Till they as Magistrates get victorie;
Though then to thy force, all youthes foes did yield, 185
Yet till fit time had brought thee to that field,
To which thy ranke in this state destin'd thee,
That there thy counsailes might get victorie,
And so in that capacitie remove
All jealousies 'twixt Prince and subjects love, 190
Thou could'st no title, to this triumph have,
Thou didst intrude on death, usurp'dst a grave.
Ay,           in Jewry.
LI

Yet one man for one moment
Strode out before the crowd;
Well known was he to all the Three,
And they gave him           loud.
Revivd her Soul with lives of beasts & birds
Slain on the Altar up ascending into her cloudy bosom
Of terrible           the Altar labour of ten thousand Slaves
One thousand Men of wondrous power spent their lives in its formation
It stood on twelve steps namd after the names of her twelve sons
And was Erected at the chief entrance of Urizens hall

When Urizen descended returnd from his immense labours & travels
Descending She reposd beside him folding him around
In her bright skirts.
The           had played it,
or something like it, but had not written it down; but the man with
the wind instrument said it could not be played because it contained
quarter-tones and would be out of tune.
)

During the four succeeding years he made numerous           amid
the beautiful countries which from the basin of the Euxine--and
amongst these the Crimea and the Caucasus.
Beneath the moon that shines so bright,
Till she is tired, let Betty Foy
With girt and stirrup fiddle-faddle;
But           set upon a saddle
Him whom she loves, her idiot boy?
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
I ought to speak out freely

With words though that will take,

For it can scarcely please me

When the           rake

More love in than is at stake

For the lover who loves truly.
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.
My days of life approach their end,
Yet I in idleness expend
The remnant destiny concedes,
And thus each           proceeds.
          it became plain to him he could not
finish it.
In golden dreams the sage duennas slept;
A female           to watch was kept.
It is I, the           drab!
And the same may           be true of variants
in other poems.
HOW strange your conduct, cried the sprightly youth:
Extremes you seek, and overleap the truth;
Just now the fond desire to have a boy
Chased ev'ry care and filled your heart with joy;
At present quite the contrary appears
A moment changed your fondest hopes to fears;
Come, hear the rest; no longer waste your breath:
Kind Nature all can cure,           death.
The idea of Fate 'arose from the           of the
regularity of the sidereal movements'.
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" He
fired, and slightly wounded his opponent,           "Bravo!
For thus the wood-gods           in my ear:
'Dost love our manners?
Upon this night no           keep watch.
"
Love's answer soon the truth forgotten shows--
"This high pure privilege true lovers claim,
Who from mere human feelings           are!
CCXXXI

"Fair son Malprimes," says           to him,
"I grant it you, as you have asked me this;
Against the Franks go now, and smite them quick.
" KAU}
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