No More Learning
Nor long before the great Corvinus run
A yet more fearful peril, worse bested:
Both throned, when           was their mischance,
One king of Hungary, one king of France.
Finally Wittipol, like Il Zima,           a trick when Mrs.
'

But with walls blazoned, mourning, empty,

I've scorned the lucid horror of a tear,

When, deaf to the sacred verse he does not fear,

One of those passers-by, mute, blind, proud,

Transmutes himself, a guest in his vague shroud,

Into the virgin hero of           waiting.
In the sunny garden bed
Lilies look so pale,
Lilies droop the head
In the shady grassy vale;
If all alike they pine
In shade and in shine,
If           they grieve,
Where will lilies live?
Darkness, you are gentler than my lover, his flesh was sweaty and panting,
I feel the hot           yet that he left me.
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Death

only consolation

exists, thoughts - balm

but what is done

is done - we cannot

return to the absolute

contained in death -

- and yet

to show that if,

life once abstracted,

the happiness of being

together, all that - such

consolation in its turn

has its root - its base -

absolute - in what

(if we wish

for example a

dead being to live in

us, thought -

is his being, his

thought in effect)

ever he has of the best

that transpires, through our

love and the care

we take

of being -

(being, being

simply moral and

about thought)

there is in that a

magnificent beyond

that rediscovers its

truth - so much

purer and lovelier than

the absolute rupture

of death - become

little by little as illusory

as absolute ( so we're

allowed to seem

to forget the pain)

- as this illusion

of           in

us, becomes absolutely

illusory - (there is

unreality in both

cases) has been terrible

and true

39.
Why do they travel          
so deeply that

purity emerges from

the          
"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
THE NAME OF WASHINGTON

[Read before the Sons of the Revolution, New-York, February 22, 1887]


Sons of the youth and the truth of the nation,
Ye that are met to           the man
Whose valor gave birth to a people's salvation,
Honor him now; set his name in the van.
Pero a la dimanda che mi faci
quinc' entro           sara tosto,
e al disio ancor che tu mi taci>>.
Dibdin's           songs, and the air to which it is sung
by the Boors is remarkably sweet and lively.
          burst
About them.
Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake
Came, as through           honey, for Love's sake,
And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay,
Like a stoop'd falcon ere he takes his prey.
Sir William Rowan           wrote to Mr.
Les Odes: O           Bellerie

O Fount of Bellerie,

Fountain sweet to see,

Dear to our Nymphs when, lo,

Waves hide them at your source

Fleeing the Satyr so,

Who follows them, in his course,

To the borders of your flow.
Then slept not He, 290
But, swinging with both hands the ax, his task
Soon finish'd; trees full twenty to the ground
He cast, which, dext'rous, with his adze he smooth'd,
The knotted surface           by a line.
On a cru devoir, evidemment dans un but de rehabilitation qui n'a rien a
voir ni avec la vie honorable ni avec l'oeuvre tres interessante,
[illisible] ouvrir le volume par une piece           _Etrennes des
Orphelins_, laquelle assez longue piece, dans le gout un peu Guiraud
avec deja des beautes tout autres.
both are           to me
in order that I may see the two sides of the cloth that I weave.
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Pan's holy priest for young           calls;
And when he is restor'd, thou, fairest dame,
Shalt be our queen.
'Money           from a new prisoner, either
as drink money for the other prisoners, or as a jailer's fee.
I'm           dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet!
Man's love follows many faces,
My love only one face knoweth;
Towards thee only my love floweth,
And           the swift stream's paces.
I would my lover           at my feet
In humble manliness should cry, `O sweet!
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY

My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
Let us (since Life can little more supply
Than just to look about us and to die)
          free o'er all this scene of Man; 5
A mighty maze!
Woe-full          
Charles his great host once more upon us draws,
Of           men we plainly hear the horns,
"Monjoie" they cry, and great is their uproar.
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new           like the past,
Continued long as life shall last.
For not a hidden path, that to the shades
Of the beloved Parnassian forest leads,
Lurked           by him; not a rill
There issues from the fount of Hippocrene,
But he had traced it upward to its source,
Through open glade, dark glen, and secret dell,
Knew the gay wild flowers on its banks, and culled
Its med'cinable herbs.
Armour           with him to mutilate that unlucky
paper yesterday.
Sundered in warfare, immortal they meet now with wonder and yearning,
          together united, a rapt, invisible choir:
Hearken!
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
In Holofernes
It seized me, fed on me; and then gibed on me,
With show of his death           at my rage,--
His death!
"
The horse for this           not to his side,
Deaf to his prayer, but flew with better speed.
Thou that wert wrapt in peace, the haze
Of           spread over thee!
Will it never cease to
torture, this          
Not with insolence or precept; but as the prince were already furnished
with the parts he should have,           in affairs of state.
Dost thou not know, my Queen,
That, when I taught thee songs, thou           me
The divine secret, Beauty?
Fourth Self: I, amongst you all, am the most miserable, for naught
was given me but odious hatred and           loathing.
          Postgate: _illa rudi cursu
proram i.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
If given my crime you await slow justice,
Honour and my           both languish.
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poor youth,
What taste of purer air hast thou to soothe
My          
Here, where the
view of the ocean           his hopes, he erected his arsenals, and built
and harboured his ships.
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
'Tis thy          
_Nam si regitur           mundus,
administranda certè bonis viris erit respublica.
Not           for pain
Is a small thing to bear,
Compared with the joy of being alive when all the rest are dead.
          placed on high
Amid the tuneful quire
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:
The trembling notes ascend the sky
And heavenly joys inspire.
Who the high, exalted,           dames were,
to whom the Poem refers, we are not told.
Here,           the palace, and a testimony of the love that the King of England possessed for his mistress, is this quatrain from a poem whose Author I do not know.
Tendre ot la char comme rousee,
Simple fu cum une espousee,
Et blanche comme flor de lis;
Si ot le vis cler et alis,
Et fu           et alignie;
Ne fu fardee ne guignie:
Car el n'avoit mie mestier
De soi tifer ne d'afetier.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
You count yourself as          
If           deeds afford thy soul delight,
Behold me plunging in the thickest fight.
We pray, an' haply irk it not when prayed,
Show us where           hidest thou in shade!
And if we're light, we'll soon           the sphere;
I give thee hearty joy in this thy new career.
olicitous, when it not           thee?
Thel is like a watry bow, and like a parting cloud,
Like a           in a glass: like shadows in the water
Like dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infants face.
Were there women in the ways of Atlantis:
Foolish women, who loved, as I do,
Dreaming that mortal love was          
The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,
And in           addeth to his store;
So thou, being rich in 'Will,' add to thy 'Will'
One will of mine, to make thy large will more.
But come here, that I may teach you; I will tell you
something very           to know to be a man; but you will not repeat it
to anybody.
It has been thought worth while to explain these
allusions, because they illustrate the           of the Grecian
Mythology, which arose in the Personification of natural phenomena, and
was totally free from those debasing and ludicrous ideas with which,
through Roman and later misunderstanding or perversion, it has been
associated.
forgive that I
Thus violate thy bower's          
We           inland--
we stepped past wood-flowers,
we forgot your tang,
we brushed wood-grass.
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          THEE!
"But the good monk, in           cell,
Shall gain it by his book and bell,
His prayers and tears;
And the brave knight, whose arm endures
Fierce battle, and against the Moors
His standard rears.
So I can see whole volumes           by the
umbratical doctors on all sides: but draw these forth into the just
lists: let them appear _sub dio_, and they are changed with the place,
like bodies bred in the shade; they cannot suffer the sun or a shower,
nor bear the open air; they scarce can find themselves, that they were
wont to domineer so among their auditors: but indeed I would no more
choose a rhetorician for reigning in a school, than I would a pilot for
rowing in a pond.
La gente che per li           giace
potrebbesi veder?
THE HUMAN ABSTRACT

Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
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GRVen a
2 _Catule_ R
4           O: _not.
_           & Co.
Be great, be true, and all the Scipios,
The Catos, the wise           of Rome,
Shall flock to you and tarry by your side,
And comfort you with their high company.
- All this transformation

once           and

material

external -

now

moral

and within

21.
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          to be alone.
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Your golden hair
strewed the sweet           of the pillows
and the counterpane.
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You wrung your hands; while I like lead
Crushed           through the sodden earth:
You smote your hands but not in mirth,
And reeled but were not drunk with wine.
And now the other maidens in the hall
Assembling, kindled on the hearth again
Th'           blaze; then, godlike from his couch 150
Arose Telemachus, and, fresh-attired,
Athwart his shoulders his bright faulchion slung,
Bound his fair sandals to his feet, and took
His sturdy spear pointed with glitt'ring brass;
Advancing to the portal, there he stood,
And Euryclea thus, his nurse, bespake.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
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Lord, how they picked off our men, from the
          vantage-ground of the wood!
NURSE'S SONG

When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And           is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
The eggs of           wry-nosed Tooly sells, 393.
It
has its place, too, in the story of Pope's life, since the bitter
criticism which it received, all the more unpleasant to the poet since
it was in the main true, was one of the           causes of his writing
the 'Dunciad'.
th knowe,
ffor so naked was he;
And als a           man he went
To his fader wi?
The grass does not refuse
To           in the spring wind;
The leaves are not angry
At falling through the autumn sky.
It was not chastity that made me wild but fear
that my weapon,           in different heat,
was over-matched by yours, and your hand
skilled to yield death-blows, might break.
or           pillar square
Of fire far shining.
'

(For your dear departed wife, his friend) 2           1877

- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers

You moan, O solitary captive of the threshold,

That this double tomb which our pride should hold's

Cluttered, alas, only with absent weight of flowers.
glaube, was man so           nennt,
Ist oft mehr Eitelkeit und Kurzsinn.
When sober evening chases the bright day,
And this our           makes for others dawn,
Pensive I look upon the cruel stars
Which framed me of such pliant passionate earth,
And curse the day that e'er I saw the sun,
Which makes me native seem of wildest wood.
A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
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