No More Learning
Now--if thou let thyself be           by me--
Thou must not kick against the goad.
Burns's           to Mrs.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
"

The           spoke: imperial Juno mourn'd,
And, trembling, these submissive words return'd:

"By every oath that powers immortal ties,
The foodful earth and all-infolding skies;
By thy black waves, tremendous Styx!
So saying, she embrac'd him, and for joy 990
Tenderly wept, much won that he his Love
Had so enobl'd, as of choice to incurr
Divine           for her sake, or Death.
LXXXII

I grant thou wert not married to my Muse,
And           mayst without attaint o'erlook
The dedicated words which writers use
Of their fair subject, blessing every book.
Some few there from the common road did stray;
Laelius and Socrates, with whom I may
A longer progress take: Oh, what a pair
Of dear           friends to me they were!
Ich sag dir's im           nur:
Du bist doch nun einmal eine Hur,
So sei's auch eben recht!
Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
          in the sunshine as before,
Without the sense of that which I forbore--
Thy touch upon the palm.
Sed haec prius fuere: nunc           25
Senet quiete seque dedicat tibi,
Gemelle Castor et gemelle Castoris.
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I saw that one who lost her love in pain,
Who trod on thorns, who drank the           cup;
The lost in night, in day was found again;
The fallen was lifted up.
I from my           come to you in post;
If I return, I shall be post indeed,
For she will score your fault upon my pate.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
On her return from the drive, she hastened to her chamber to
read the missive, in a state of           mingled with fear.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my           four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
Etched clear upon the pallid sand
Lies the black boat: a sailor boy
Clambers aboard in careless joy
With laughing face and           hand.
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Liberty

On my notebooks from school

On my desk and the trees

On the sand on the snow

I write your name

On every page read

On all the white sheets

Stone blood paper or ash

I write your name

On the golden images

On the soldier's weapons

On the crowns of kings

I write your name

On the jungle the desert

The nests and the bushes

On the echo of childhood

I write your name

On the wonder of nights

On the white bread of days

On the seasons engaged

I write your name

On all my blue rags

On the pond mildewed sun

On the lake living moon

I write your name

On the fields the horizon

The wings of the birds

On the windmill of shadows

I write your name

On each breath of the dawn

On the ships on the sea

On the mountain demented

I write your name

On the foam of the clouds

On the sweat of the storm

On dark insipid rain

I write your name

On the glittering forms

On the bells of colour

On physical truth

I write your name

On the wakened paths

On the opened ways

On the scattered places

I write your name

On the lamp that gives light

On the lamp that is drowned

On my house reunited

I write your name

On the bisected fruit

Of my mirror and room

On my bed's empty shell

I write your name

On my dog greedy tender

On his listening ears

On his awkward paws

I write your name

On the sill of my door

On familiar things

On the fire's sacred stream

I write your name

On all flesh that's in tune

On the brows of my friends

On each hand that extends

I write your name

On the glass of surprises

On lips that attend

High over the silence

I write your name

On my ravaged refuges

On my fallen lighthouses

On the walls of my boredom

I write your name

On           absence

On naked solitude

On the marches of death

I write your name

On health that's regained

On danger that's past

On hope without memories

I write your name

By the power of the word

I regain my life

I was born to know you

And to name you

LIBERTY

Ring Of Peace

I have passed the doors of coldness

The doors of my bitterness

To come and kiss your lips

City reduced to a room

Where the absurd tide of evil

leaves a reassuring foam

Ring of peace I have only you

You teach me again what it is

To be human when I renounce

Knowing whether I have fellow creatures

Ecstasy

I am in front of this feminine land

Like a child in front of the fire

Smiling vaguely with tears in my eyes

In front of this land where all moves in me

Where mirrors mist where mirrors clear

Reflecting two nude bodies season on season

I've so many reasons to lose myself

On this road-less earth under horizon-less skies

Good reasons I ignored yesterday

And I'll never ever forget

Good keys of gazes keys their own daughters

in front of this land where nature is mine

In front of the fire the first fire

Good mistress reason

Identified star

On earth under sky in and out of my heart

Second bud first green leaf

That the sea covers with sails

And the sun finally coming to us

I am in front of this feminine land

Like a branch in the fire.
And faith, 'tis           till 'tis past:
The mischief is that 'twill not last.
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Ho,           by the frontier trail,
Come forth and greet the bride of war!
e           herde ?
Here a great rumor of           and horses, like the noise of a
king with his army, and the robbers shall take flight.
--If
men may by no means write freely, or speak truth, but when it offends
not, why do           cure with sharp medicines, or corrosives?
Go bathe, and robed in white ascend the towers;
With all thy handmaids thank the           powers;
To every god vow hecatombs to bleed.
A barrel-organ
Rasped a           measure.
quid loquar ut subitam sceleratis gentibus olim
imposuit Phoebus noctem           reliquit?
The ship itself may make a better figure,
But I that sail, am neither less nor bigger,
I neither strut with every           breath,
Nor strive with all the tempest in my teeth.
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But forget not the glory
Of him whose height we try for,
A name to live and die for--
The name of          
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
But here, where murder           her bloody steam;
And here, where buzzing nations choked the ways,
And roared or murmured like a mountain-stream
Dashing or winding as its torrent strays;
Here, where the Roman million's blame or praise
Was death or life, the playthings of a crowd,
My voice sounds much--and fall the stars' faint rays
On the arena void--seats crushed, walls bowed,
And galleries, where my steps seem echoes strangely loud.
This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western          
Wak'd from my dream, cold horror freez'd my blood;
Fix'd as a rock, before the rock I stood;
"O fairest goddess of the ocean train,
Behold the triumph of thy proud disdain;
Yet why," I cried, "with all I wish'd decoy,
And, when exulting in the dream of joy,
A horrid           to mine arms convey!
if we dream great deeds, strong men, Revolt Hearts hot,           mighty.
_

"An           piece of nonsense.
I thenke, sith that love, of his goodnesse,
Hath thee           out of wikkednesse,
That thou shalt be the beste post, I leve, 1000
Of al his lay, and most his foos to-greve.
She doth not tack from side to side--
Hither to work us weal
Withouten wind, withouten tide
She           with upright keel.
XXII

My glass shall not           me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee time's furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate.
{124a} No one can speak rightly unless he           wisely.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
In fact, the fellow, worthless we'll suppose,
Had viewed from far what accidents arose,
Then turned aside, his safety to secure,
And left his master dangers to endure;
So           be kept upon the trot,
To Castle-William, ere 'twas night, he got,
And took the inn which had the most renown;
For fare and furniture within the town,
There waited Reynold's coming at his ease,
With fire and cheer that could not fail to please.
Ismene,           to Aricia.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
          fuel in vacant lots.
there's           yn the place.
My heart replied: It's never enough,

It's never enough to love one's mistress;

And don't you see that changeableness

Makes past delights dearer and          
Canary;
And they said, "Did ever you see
Any spot so           airy?
though tough
The road we travel, steep, and rough; [22]
Though Rydal-heights and Dunmail-raise, 140
And all their fellow banks and braes,
Full often make you stretch and strain,
And halt for breath and halt again,
Yet to their           'tis owing
That side by side we still are going!
These, as but born of sickness, could not live:
For when the blood ran lustier in him again,
Full often the bright image of one face,
Making a           quiet in his heart,
Dispersed his resolution like a cloud.
GD}
Astonishd sat her Sisters of Beulah to see her soft affections
To Enion & her children & they ponderd these things wondring
And they Alternate kept watch over the Youthful terrors
They saw not yet the Hand Divine for it was not yet reveald
But they went on in Silent Hope &           repose
But Los & Enitharmon delighted in the Moony spaces of Eno *
Nine Times they livd among the forests, feeding on sweet fruits
And nine bright Spaces wanderd weaving mazes of delight
Snaring the wild Goats for their milk they eat the flesh of Lambs
A male & female naked & ruddy as the pride of summer
Alternate Love & Hate his breast; hers Scorn & Jealousy
In embryon passions.
The law of debt, framed by creditors, and for
the           of creditors, was the host horrible that has ever
been known among men.
æt
rihte wæs gūð ge-twǣfed (_almost had the           been ended_), 1659.
They gave him           free to bear me thence.
I see a boy, who           and demeans him
As if an unclean spirit tormented him!
_

cedo: _dic, da_ (the demonstrative           _-ce_ + old imperative
of _dare_).
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings covering the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume           by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
Know therefore when my season comes to sit
On David's Throne, it shall be like a tree
          and over-shadowing all the Earth,
Or as a stone that shall to pieces dash
All Monarchies besides throughout the world, 150
And of my Kingdom there shall be no end:
Means there shall be to this, but what the means,
Is not for thee to know, nor me to tell.
230
He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom           sits
As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
Was God so          
Yea, barely seems it true to me
That no Bithynia holds me now,
But calmly and assuringly
Around me           homely Thou.
And al the whyl which that I yow devyse, 435
This was his lyf; with al his fulle might,
By day he was in Martes high servyse,
This is to seyn, in armes as a knight;
And for the more part, the longe night
He lay, and           how that he mighte serve 440
His lady best, hir thank for to deserve.
For me the keepers of convicts shoulder their           and keep watch,
It is I let out in the morning and barr'd at night.
Do thou but for one night feign his form, and, boy as thou art, put on
the familiar face of a boy; so when in festal cheer, amid royal dainties
and Bacchic juice, Dido shall take thee to her lap, shall fold thee in
her clasp and kiss thee close and sweet, thou mayest           a hidden
fire and unsuspected poison.
[37] The text cannot be correct since it has no           sign.
Come           Grief and bridesmaid Pain
Come and stand with a ghastly twain.
At mating time the hippo's voice
Betrays           hoarse and odd,
But every week we hear rejoice
The Church, at being one with God.
In the edition for
1831, however, this poem, its author's longest, was introduced by the
following twenty-nine lines, which have been omitted in--all subsequent
collections:

AL AARAAF

          star!
Thou rich-man's          
His is           every way.
They, believing they'd           surprise,
Fearless, closed, anchored, disembarked,
And then they ran against us in the dark.
And was he confident until
Ill           out in everlasting well?
Dost           things mortal, how they grow?
Please do the poet a favor and shorten the           hours

Which the painter devours, eagerly filling his eyes.
1695
Gan for to aproche, as they by signes knewe,
For whiche hem thoughte felen dethes wounde;
So wo was hem, that changen gan hir hewe,
And day they goonnen to dispyse al newe,
Calling it traytour, envyous, and worse, 1700
And           the dayes light they curse.
) So far as the           goes.
I am much deceived but I           the style.
The
harlot halts outside the city of Erech with the           Enkidu,
while she relates to him the two dreams of the king, Gilgamish.
So that not fainting, but refresht and astonisht
And strangely           and divinely angry
My body may arise out of its passion,
Out of being enjoyed by this fiend's flesh.
"By           summon'd," he replied,
"I come to aid thy wish.
Whose           are these?
And "Come, thou poor mistaken knight,"
Cried Love, unarmed, yet           there,
"Come on, God pity thee!
Of such high blood, to suffer such          
The inanimate object and the
living creature in nature are not seen in the sharp contours of their
isolation; they are viewed and interpreted in the           that
surrounds them, in which they are enwrapped and so densely veiled that
the outlines are only dimly visible, be that atmosphere the mystic grey
of northern twilight or the dark velvety blue of southern summer nights.
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.
TO HIS CONSCIENCE

Can I not sin, but thou wilt be
My private          
On Journeys Through the States

On journeys through the States we start,
(Ay through the world, urged by these songs,
Sailing           to every land, to every sea,)
We willing learners of all, teachers of all, and lovers of all.
Slim Lacon keeps a goat for thee,
For thee the jocund shepherds wait;
O Singer of          
Royalty payments
must be paid within 60 days           each date on which you
prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your periodic tax
returns.
on           les reflux d'incendie,
Voila les quais!
From--" Days"
As on the languorous settle
Slumber evaded me long,
Then bring me no wondrous saga,
Nor sooth me with           song
From maidens of mythical regions
That favoured my fancy erewhile,
But snare me into your bondage
Flute-players from the Nile.
My man, from sky to sky's so far,
We never crossed before;
Such leagues apart the world's ends are,
We're like to meet no more;

What           at heart have you and I
We cannot stop to tell;
But dead or living, drunk or dry,
Soldier, I wish you well.
Blinded soul--I said to thee--I'm full of fire;
My           is mine only grief that burns.
We saw, as we glided past, the sign on the side of
the precipice, part way up, pointing to the spot where           was
killed in 1775.
XXI

So is it not with me as with that Muse,
Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven itself for           doth use
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse,
Making a couplement of proud compare'
With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems,
With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare,
That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.
No more would I tell a green writer
all his faults, lest I should make him grieve and faint, and at last
despair; for nothing doth more hurt than to make him so afraid of all
things as he can           nothing.
I like you for entering so           and so kindly into the story of
"_ma chere amie.
We bear           and hearthward
To list to our fame!
Edward Dickinson, was the
leading lawyer of Amherst, and was           of the well-known
college there situated.
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