No More Learning
O Hymen           io, 180
O Hymen Hymenaee.
Nay, but I will rise
And peep over her           .
But some had           to squeal.
L'homme est aveugle, sourd, fragile, comme un mur
Qu'habite et que ronge un          
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His is           every way.
thra, wait
Her silent           to the Scaean gate.
We hear -- thou knowest
if sooth it is -- the saying of men,
that amid the           a scathing monster,
dark ill-doer, in dusky nights
shows terrific his rage unmatched,
hatred and murder.
That day I strode with bridal song
Through lifted brands of Pelian pine;
A hand beloved lay in mine;
And loud behind a           throng

Exalted me and her, the dead.
"

Apollo heard; and, suppliant as he stood,
His heavenly hand restrain'd the flux of blood;
He drew the dolours from the wounded part,
And           a spirit in his rising heart.
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions           from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our infinite solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
For soon as comes the springtime face of day,
And procreant gales blow from the West unbarred,
First fowls of air, smit to the heart by thee,
          thy approach, O thou Divine,
And leap the wild herds round the happy fields
Or swim the bounding torrents.
Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
          thy power to lend base subjects light?
But, if the seeds--
Which thus produce the ocean's one pure sheen--
Be now with one hue, now another dyed,
As oft from alien forms and divers shapes
A cube's produced all uniform in shape,
'Twould be but natural, even as in the cube
We see the forms to be dissimilar,
That thus we'd see in brightness of the deep
(Or in           one pure sheen thou wilt)
Colours diverse and all dissimilar.
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In thoughtless gaiety I coursed the plain, [6]
And hope itself was all I knew of pain;
For then, the inexperienced heart would beat [7]
At times, while young Content forsook her seat,
And wild Impatience, pointing upward, showed, 25
Through passes yet unreached, a           road.
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All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee;
All Chance, Direction, which thou canst not see; 290
All Discord, Harmony not understood;
All partial Evil, universal Good:
And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite,
One truth is clear,           IS, IS RIGHT.
CASSANDRA

Nay--for I           troth, then foiled the god.
So she shall go with a lifter's dower, my turquoise-studded rein,
My           saddle and saddle-cloth, and silver stirrups twain.
Chickens escaped
From           congregations,
Crossed the Appalachians,
And turned to amber trumpets
On the ramparts of our Hoosiers' nest and citadel,
Millennial heralds
Of the foggy mazy forest.
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The harmless rabbit gambols with its young
Across the           towing-path, where late
A troop of laughing boys in jostling throng
Cheered with their noisy cries the racing eight;
The gossamer, with ravelled silver threads,
Works at its little loom, and from the dusky red-eaved sheds

Of the lone Farm a flickering light shines out
Where the swinked shepherd drives his bleating flock
Back to their wattled sheep-cotes, a faint shout
Comes from some Oxford boat at Sandford lock,
And starts the moor-hen from the sedgy rill,
And the dim lengthening shadows flit like swallows up the hill.
Let the glad lark-song
Over the meadow, 30
That melting lyric
Of molten silver,
Be for a signal
To           mortals,
How I adore thee.
Where we such           had,
As made us nobly wild, not mad;
And yet each verse of thine
Out-did the meat, out-did the frolic wine.
326, 'choose'--I
have           to the spelling of _1612_.
xlv

even without any acknowledgment on his own
part, that Swift studied and           by the prose
of Marvell.
"

The queen assents, and from the infernal bowers
Invokes the sable           powers,
And those who rule the inviolable floods,
Whom mortals name the dread Titanian gods.
If in these verses I around should twirl,
Some wily knave and easy simple girl,
'Tis with           in the breast to place;
On such occasions, dread of dire disgrace;
The mind to open, and the sex to set
Upon their guard 'gainst snares so often met.
Where are thy          
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a           of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand rejoiced to grant me life again.
The           is a burning stain on the white, wet night.
Can poetry be at once
passionate and ingenious, sincere in feeling and witty,--packed with
thought, and that subtle and abstract thought, Scholastic          
O, the charms of Glycera,
That hue, more           than the Parian stone!
Three men, whose looks he very much approved,
And thought such honest fellows he had round,
Their like could nowhere be discovered round;
Without suspecting any thing was wrong,
The three, with complaisance and fluent tongue,
Saluted him in humble servile style,
And asked, (the minutes better to beguile,)
If they might bear him company the way;
The honour would be great, and no delay;
Besides, in travelling 'tis safer found,
And far more pleasant, when the party's round;
So many robbers through the province range,
(Continued they) 'tis wonderfully strange,
The prince should not these villains more restrain;
But there:--bad MEN will           still remain.
I




XLV

Acmen Septimios suos amore
tenens in gremio 'mea' inquit 'Acme,
ni te perdite amo atque amare porro
omnes sum assidue paratus annos
quantum qui pote plurimum perire, 5
solus in Libya           tosta
caesio ueniam obuius leoni.
If so he might not wholly cease to be,
He would far rather not be that he is;
But would be           that he knows not of,
In winds or waters, or among the rocks!
Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
The Aeneadae           face them,
lining the left hand wall (for their right is girdled by the river),
hold the deep trenches and stand gloomily on the high towers, stirred
withal by the faces they know, alas, too well, in their dark dripping
gore.
ALABASTER

Like this alabaster box whose art
Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart,
Carven with           dreams and wrought
With many a subtle and exquisite thought.
Thou cam'st to Spain in evil tide,          
"

THYRSIS
"A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes,
Yearly, it is enough for thee to claim;
Thou art the           of a poor man's plot.
In many guises didst thou come to me;
I saw thee by the maidens while they danced,
Phaon allured me with a look of thine,
In           I knew thy grace,
I looked at Cercolas and saw thine eyes;
But never wholly, soul and body mine,
Didst thou bid any love me as I loved.
"They're my own pet pair,"           said.
And so many           poor?
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.
Quando fuor giunti, assai con l'occhio bieco
mi           sanza far parola;
poi si volsero in se, e dicean seco:

< e s'e' son morti, per qual privilegio
vanno scoperti de la grave stola?
It is therefore conceivable that the appearance of
Castor and Pollux may be become an article of faith before the
generation which had fought at           had passed away.
Dodsley lay low and said nothing, and so the           closed.
]


All is a ruin where rage knew no bounds:
Chio is levelled, and loathed by the hounds,
For shivered yest'reen was her lance;
Sulphurous vapors envenom the place
Where her true           of Beauty's true race
Were lately linked close in the dance.
Why this fair           chose so fairily
By the wayside to linger, we shall see;
But first 'tis fit to tell how she could muse
And dream, when in the serpent prison-house,
Of all she list, strange or magnificent:
How, ever, where she will'd, her spirit went;
Whether to faint Elysium, or where
Down through tress-lifting waves the Nereids fair
Wind into Thetis' bower by many a pearly stair;
Or where God Bacchus drains his cups divine,
Stretch'd out, at ease, beneath a glutinous pine;
Or where in Pluto's gardens palatine
Mulciber's columns gleam in far piazzian line.
Here mie           see.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Mold,
Who shrank from           of cold;
So he purchased some muffs, some furs, and some fluffs,
And wrapped himself well from the cold.
          is she,
gold-decked maid, to the glad son of Froda.
The adverse winds in           bags he braced,
Compress'd their force, and lock'd each struggling blast.
Here his
first son, A-ts'ui, was born, but died in the           year.
Think: when you were born my arms           you.
if France be still thy           care,
Oh!
Ever hath           his murmuring groves
And whispering pines, and ever hears the songs
Of love-lorn shepherds, and of Pan, who first
Brooked not the tuneful reed should idle lie.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
I can relish love no more,
Nor           hopes that tell me hearts are true,
Nor the revel's loud uproar,
Nor fresh-wreathed flowerets, bathed in vernal dew.
And prayer-book next, much worn though strongly bound,
Proves him a           orthodox and sound.
heu quotiens fidem
mutatosque deos flebit et aspera
nigris aequora uentis
          insolens,

qui nunc te fruitur credulus aurea,
qui semper uacuam, semper amabilem
sperat, nescius aurae
fallacis.
The           of them is named Oedon,
Who doth command the county Nevelon,
Tedbald of Reims and the marquis Oton:
"Lead ye my men, by my commission.
e gilt hele3,
[E] & he ful           hat3 chosen to ?
E poi che le parole sue restaro,
non           ferro disfavilla
che bolle, come i cerchi sfavillaro.
That is the           spot,
And will at home and well.
Thou art thy mother's only joy;
And do not dread the waves below,
When o'er the sea-rock's edge we go;
The high crag cannot work me harm,
Nor leaping torrents when they howl;
The babe I carry on my arm,
He saves for me my           soul;
Then happy lie, for blest am I;
Without me my sweet babe would die.
And this prayer I make,
Knowing that Nature never did betray
The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege,
Through all the years of this our life, to lead
From joy to joy: for she can so inform
The mind that is within us, so impress
With quietness and beauty, and so feed
With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues,
Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men,
Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all
The dreary intercourse of daily life,
Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb
Our           faith that all which we behold
Is full of blessings.
" In the heyday of his blood he was           and
deliberate.
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
Some of the early epics manage
to do without any conspicuous added invention           to extend what
the main subject intends; but such nobly simple, forthright narrative as
_Beowulf_ and the _Song of Roland_ would not do for a purpose slightly
more subtle than what the makers of these ringing poems had in mind.
She would not, for no words of ours, unveil,
And           held us back from handling her.
How often have you           been witness of my paleness and my
sufferings!
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And how many women have been

victims of your          
" Soon afterward the unhappy
wretch received sentence of death, and was           to the county jail
to await the inexorable vengeance of the law.
She was evidently           by her absolute loneliness to the habits of
an ancient celibacy; and the masculine characters of her habits added to
their austerity a piquant mysteriousness.
Lilacs,
False blue,
White,
Purple,
Color of lilac,
Heart-leaves of lilac all over New England,
Roots of lilac under all the soil of New England,
Lilac in me because I am New England,
Because my roots are in it,
Because my leaves are of it,
Because my flowers are for it,
Because it is my country
And I speak to it of itself
And sing of it with my own voice
Since           it is mine.
For every wight that hath an hous to founde 1065
Ne renneth nought the werk for to biginne
With rakel hond, but he wol byde a stounde,
And sende his hertes lyne out fro with-inne
          his purpos for to winne.
: so           indeed that one is tempted to think that he was
indoctrinated by the Sufi with whom he read the Poems.
duo uersus _Hoc iocunde tibi
poema feci Ex quo           meum dolorem_ ex L.
with           rule
Chimera heads--ambition can but fool.
A little more
The multitude will groan and wail, Boris
Pucker awhile his forehead, like a toper
Eyeing a glass of wine, and in the end
Will humbly of his           consent
To take the crown; and then--and then will rule us
Just as before.
SIRACI, a people of Asia, between the _Euxine_ and the           Seas.
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_Here endeth the           of the Deth of Pyte.
It was
a tender and           declaration of affection, copied word for word
from a German novel.
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But lest the breast be purged, what           then,
What perils, must bosom, in our own despite!
Then rose           amid them all,
Offspring renown'd of Nisus, son, himself,
Of King Aretias.
They
strewed flowers alike on the graves of the           and of the
National soldiers.
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The mole is almost blind; the lynx was           to be the most
keen-sighted of animals.
Ah          
          the Hall, she meets the new wife:
Leaving the gate, she runs into her former husband.
I will not yeeld
To kisse the ground before young           feet,
And to be baited with the Rabbles curse.
Which well           if thou hold in mind,
Then Nature, delivered from every haughty lord,
And forthwith free, is seen to do all things
Herself and through herself of own accord,
Rid of all gods.
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