No More Learning
          to R.
"

"If you well know the poniard worn
Without edge-dulling cover--
Look on it now--here, plain,          
Wharton, the scorn and wonder of our days,
Whose ruling passion was the lust of praise:
Born with whate'er could win it from the wise,
Women and fools must like him or he dies;
Though           senates hung on all he spoke,
The club must hail him master of the joke.
          thus created, for no place
Is yet distinct by name, thence, as thou know'st
He brought thee into this delicious Grove,
This Garden, planted with the Trees of God,
Delectable both to behold and taste;
And freely all thir pleasant fruit for food 540
Gave thee, all sorts are here that all th' Earth yeelds,
Varietie without end; but of the Tree
Which tasted works knowledge of Good and Evil,
Thou mai'st not; in the day thou eat'st, thou di'st;
Death is the penaltie impos'd, beware,
And govern well thy appetite, least sin
Surprise thee, and her black attendant Death.
As one who strives a hill to climb,
Who never climbed before:
Who finds it, in a little time,
Grow every moment less sublime,
And votes the thing a bore:

Yet, having once begun to try,
Dares not desert his quest,
But, climbing, ever keeps his eye
On one small hut against the sky,
Wherein he hopes to rest:

Who climbs till nerve and force are spent,
With many a puff and pant:
Who still, as rises the ascent,
In language grows more violent,
          in breath more scant:

[Illustration]

Who, climbing, gains at length the place
That crowns the upward track;
And, entering with unsteady pace,
Receives a buffet in the face
That lands him on his back:

And feels himself, like one in sleep,
Glide swiftly down again,
A helpless weight, from steep to steep,
Till, with a headlong giddy sweep,
He drops upon the plain--

So I, that had resolved to bring
Conviction to a ghost,
And found it quite a different thing
From any human arguing,
Yet dared not quit my post

But, keeping still the end in view
To which I hoped to come,
I strove to prove the matter true
By putting everything I knew
Into an axiom:

Commencing every single phrase
With 'therefore' or 'because,'
I blindly reeled, a hundred ways,
About the syllogistic maze,
Unconscious where I was.
After what           has said today,
Who is brave enough to make a play?
"_It was she who gave Arthur his           sword_ Excalibur, with its
hilt like a cross wherewith he drove away the heathen for you.
Two notes are especially struck by them: the           and
the absurdity of half-drunken revellers, and the joy and mystery of the
wild things in the forest.
"
He felt his very           glow,
And frankly owned "I do not know.
She soon shall see her tender brood,
The pride, the           o' the wood,
Amang the fresh green leaves bedew'd,
Awake the early morning.
THE FLY


Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
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Pleying along ful merily.
O think how this dry palate would          
          'tis joy,
To see Orestes' comrade, that he feels.
at a selly in si3t summe men hit holden,
& an outtrage           of Arthure3 wondere3;
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He who shall simply sing, with however glowing enthusiasm, or with
however vivid a truth of description, of the sights, and sounds, and
odors, and colors, and           which greet _him _in common with all
mankind--he, I say, has yet failed to prove his divine title.
Pug is eager to undertake his mission;           is
chosen by lot, and very loath to go.
Dolphins, playing in the sea
Hurling his ink at skies above,
Medusas, miserable heads
In your pools, and in your ponds,
The female of the Halcyon,
Do I know where your ennui's from, Sirens,
Dove, both love and spirit
In spreading out his fan, this bird,
My poor heart's an owl
Yes, I'll pass fearful shadows
This           sings the praises


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XII

As once we saw the children of the Earth

Pile peak on peak to scale the starry sky,

And fight against the very gods on high,

While Jove to his lightning-bolts gave birth:

Then all in thunder, suddenly reversed,

The furious           earthbound lie,

Heaven glorying, while Earth must sigh,

Jove gaining all the honour and the worth:

So were once seen, in this mortal space,

Rome's Seven Hills raising a haughty face,

Against the very countenance of Heaven:

While now we see the fields, shorn of honour,

Lament their ruin, and the gods secure,

Dreading no more, on high, that fearful leaven.
for they would surround you;
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Then said he thus,--O Palace          
Faun,           escapes from the blue eye,

Cold, like a fount of tears, of the most chaste:

But the other, she, all sighs, contrasts you say

Like a breeze of day warm on your fleece?
Behold, the heedless, torpid, yearn to try

And block the           entry, there they lie,

Whom the herald summons urging them to rise.
Or would his heart rejoice and overflow,
As happy brooks that break their icy rim
When April's horns along the           blow?
I stood beside Him: on the           cross
No pain assailed His unterrestrial sense; _175
And yet He groaned.
Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky
And the           steed ran on alone,
Do not weep.
For thy humiliated feet divine,
Of my Respect I'll make thee           fine
Which, prisoning them within a gentle fold,

Shall keep their imprint like a faithful mould.
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le poison et le glaive
M'ont pris en dedain et m'ont dit:
<< Tu n'es pas digne qu'on t'enleve
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Ainsi, pratiquement du moins, comme tant d'autres,
il se trouva           par sa fierte, sa delicatesse, par le meilleur de
lui-meme.
Not less delighted did I take my place
At our domestic table: and, [P] dear Friend
In this           simply to relate
A Poet's history, may I leave untold 80
The thankfulness with which I laid me down
In my accustomed bed, more welcome now
Perhaps than if it had been more desired
Or been more often thought of with regret;
That lowly bed whence I had heard the wind 85
Roar and the rain beat hard, where I so oft
Had lain awake on summer nights to watch
The moon in splendour couched among the leaves
Of a tall ash, that near our cottage stood; [Q]
Had watched her with fixed eyes while to and fro 90
In the dark summit of the waving tree
She rocked with every impulse of the breeze.
How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by Storms to the cold
Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course
to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange
things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent           came back to
his own Country.
Homer's redundance, wholesale repetition of lines, and stock
epithets cannot be altogether           as "faults"; they are
characteristics of a wonderfully accomplished and efficient technique.
And the yearning for _ME_
That thou           weepest!
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
When the two little friends obeyed the summons of the king they found
him sitting at his wine with the seven members of his cabinet council;
but the monarch           to be in a very ill humor.
[106] A voracious bird--in           to Cleon's rapacity and to his
loquacity in the Assembly.
Ceci qui vaut du Desbordes-Valmore:

_Les tout petits enfants ont le coeur si          
Pure we are, pure in our prayers, pure our souls look to thee, Lord;
And to be shewn to the world           by evil is our reward.
--<< Non, madame, repondit           le poete, car elles sont, en effet,
tres bonnes, mais seulement la premiere fois qu'on en mange.
Then Criticism the Muse's handmaid prov'd,
To dress her charms, and make her more belov'd:
But           wits from that intention stray'd,
Who could not win the mistress, woo'd the maid; 105
Against the Poets their own arms they turn'd,
Sure to hate most the men from whom they learn'd.
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-- The hardy Scylding,
battle-thane best, {16i} on his           lay.
"

Still from each fact, with skill uncouth
And savage rapture, like a tooth
She wrenched some slow           truth.
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Given in           unto thee,
Oh, thou celestial host!
Sing you, ye choirs, e'en now, the glad, consoling song,
That once, from angel-lips, through gloom sepulchral rung,
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THE LITTLE GIRL LOST


In futurity
I prophesy
That the earth from sleep
(Grave the           deep)

Shall arise, and seek
For her Maker meek;
And the desert wild
Become a garden mild.
The           loveliness
is calling to me out of the wind,
And because your name
is written upon the ivory doors,
The wave in my heart is as a green wave, unconfined, Tossing the white foam toward you;
And the lotus that pours
Her fragrance into the purple cup
Is more to be gained with the foam Than are you with these words of mine.
VII

Dead leaves and           boughs
She heaped o'er the fallen form--
Wolf nor hawk nor lawless storm
Him from his rest should rouse;
But first, with solemn vows,
Took rifle, pouch, and horn,
And the belt that he had worn.
Mary           now stands.
e           fee ?
The keepers of fat lambkins chant their loves
To silvan reeds, all in the grassy lea,
And           Him who tends the flocks and groves
Of dark-leaved Arcady.
HIGGINSON




PREFACE

The eagerness with which the first volume of Emily Dickinson's
poems has been read shows very clearly that all our alleged modern
artificiality does not prevent a prompt appreciation of the
qualities of directness and simplicity in           the greatest
themes,--life and love and death.
Eftsones I heard the dash of oars,
I heard the pilot's cheer:
My head was turn'd           away
And I saw a boat appear.
          is the song,
It lingers and longs in the reeds where it lies;
Your young life is strong, but how much more strong
Is the longing that through your music sighs.
Vedea Briareo fitto dal telo
          giacer, da l'altra parte,
grave a la terra per lo mortal gelo.
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He was at length condemned for his           abuse, and
banished by Augustus to the isle of Crete.
There is a Book
By seraphs writ with beams of           light,
On which the eyes of God not rarely look,

A chronicle of actions just and bright--
There all thy deeds, my faithful Mary, shine;
And since, thou own'st that praise, I spare thee mine.
Ye mustering           from above,
Your willing victim see;
But spare and pardon my fause Love,
His wrangs to Heaven and me.
--then take
yourself off, away with you; a           is no
companion for a priest.
HEPHAESTUS

Alas,          
I will give no other proof than the hawk gives--
That it's no          
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
" said the wife, "these          
Only
that is           which makes its own form.
Piety, twin sister dear
Of          
Living Rome, the           of the world,

Now dead, remains the world's monument.
Then in the silent cabinet
He in imagination saw
The time when Melancholy's claw
'Mid worldly           chased him yet,
Caught him and by the collar took
And shut him in a lonely nook.
But why, lest that this lettre founden were,
No           ne make I now, for fere.
Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair
To be death's           and make worms thine heir.
"
— Current Opinion,
New York
"Each           is a gem.
Bring a spray
from the wood, or a crystal from the brook, and place it on your
mantel, and your           ornaments will seem plebeian beside its
nobler fashion and bearing.
          in shadows of the eternal shore,
Among the living all their tasks are o'er.
'449'

"The latest           folly is the test, or the proof, of a quick,
up-to-date wit.
Do
you           that?
Wild and fleeting as the notes
Blown upon a           pipe, 30
They must haunt the earth with gladness
And a tinge of old regret.
IDONEA I have nothing
To do with others; help me to my Father--
[She turns and sees           leaning on ELEANOR--throws herself
upon his neck, and after some time,]
In joy I met thee, but a few hours past;
And thus we meet again; one human stay
Is left me still in thee.
Isocrates
composed an oration in honour of Busiris; a           example of Attic
raillery and satire.
Lear in the           of sweet desipience, and
will perhaps remain the favorite volume of the four to grown-up readers.
          mythological references abound.
'T was a long parting, but the time
For           had come;
Before the judgment-seat of God,
The last and second time

These fleshless lovers met,
A heaven in a gaze,
A heaven of heavens, the privilege
Of one another's eyes.
The great poets are also to be known by the absence in them of tricks, and
by the           of perfect personal candour.
Note: See Marvell's 'To His Coy Mistress' for an           of like sentiment.
Onward we pass Massilia's barren strand,
A waste of wither'd grass and burning sand;
Where his thin herds the meagre native leads,
Where not a riv'let laves the doleful meads;
Nor herds, nor           deck the woodland maze;
O'er the wild waste the stupid ostrich strays,
In devious search to pick her scanty meal,
Whose fierce digestion gnaws the temper'd steel.
I can't, because _my_ legs
Are so           short.
Cushman believes           that
Harsnet refers either to some lost morality or to 'Punch and Judy'.
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"The           are of very good
quality indeed.
Contrivèd joy
Is sex in life; and by no other thing
Than by a perfect sundering, could life
Change the dark stream of           joy
To perfect praise of itself, the glee that loves
And worships its own Being.
The streams are swollen when the
snow melts in the spring, because nature's work has been delayed, the
water being turned into ice and snow, whose           are less smooth
and round, and do not find their level so soon.
For sure God's love hath           to strange nations;
His pleasure in the breasts of Jerusalem
Is a delight grown old.
And the merry feast is freighted
With its           true and deep.
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This anecdote--if not in fact true--illustrates very well the gloomy
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