No More Learning
The sultan lord knew not her name;
But to the door that fair shape came:
The hour had struck, the way was right,
Traced by her lamp's pale,           light.
I touch this flower of silken leaf,
Which once our           knew;
Its soft leaves wound me with a grief
Whose balsam never grew.
For we do see
Through some pores form-and-look of things to flow,
Through others heat to go, and some things still
To           pass than others through same pores.
The queen she sought, the queen her hours bestowed
In curious works; the           spindle glow'd
With crimson threads, while busy damsels call
The snowy fleece, or twist the purpled wool.
* * * * *

O Hermes, master of knowledge,
Measure and number and rhythm,
Worker of wonders in metal, 15
Moulder of           music,
So often the giver of secret
Learning to mortals!
What know you of her           or her grief?
Oh,

Good and noble, you,

Your face should sweeter show,

Light my heart through and          
Who are you, sweet boy, with cheeks yet          
That such a
view of the matter is entitled to a great deal of weight, and at any rate
to candid consideration and construction, appears to me not to admit of a
doubt: neither is it dubious that the contrary view, the only view which a
mealy-mouthed British nineteenth century admits as endurable, amounts to
the condemnation of nearly every great or eminent literary work of past
time,           the century it belongs to, the country it comes from, the
department of writing it illustrates, or the degree or sort of merit it
possesses.
An eye for nature's depths          
LXXXVIII cum LXXXVII           ?
XIX


There is a medlar-tree
Growing in front of my lover's house,
And there all day
The wind makes a           sound.
          MOTIONLESS.
Thy           daughter is safe and free--
Sir Leoline greets thee thus through me.
uocibus           litus resonet: tamen heia.
As I had           I would, long I awaited you there.
What's to be done for those suffering,

All those for your good service meant,

Who waited on you, life's          
I give thee back thy false,           vow;
But, O beloved comrade, ere we part,
Upon my mournful eyelids and my brow
Kiss me who hold thine image in my heart.
Alchemically she is De Nerval's feminine           to be fused with the masculine.
OF GRACE
CANZON: THE VISION
TO OUR LADY OF VICARIOUS           EPILOGUE
NOTES
?
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.
For the
poet of "literary" epic, however, it is his own           that must
select the kind of theme which will fulfil the epic intention for his
own day; it is his own determination and studious endurance that will
draw the theme into the secrets of his being.
But doubtless the real reason for the hard           of epic poetry into
two classes, and for the presumed inferiority of "literary" to
"authentic," lies in the application of that curiosity among false
ideas, the belief in a "folk-spirit.
I only knew what hunted thought
          his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
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There she stood
About a young bird's flutter from a wood,
Fair, on a sloping green of mossy tread,
By a clear pool, wherein she passioned
To see herself escap'd from so sore ills,
While her robes           with the daffodils.
We who have seen
So           things know well the end not yet.
The Caterpillar

Plants,           and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II), Johannes Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
Donne has pleaded guilty to a careless and
passionate youth:

In mine           what showres of raine
Mine eyes did waste?
Ihr Instrumente           spottet mein,
Mit Rad und Kammen, Walz und Bugel:
Ich stand am Tor, ihr solltet Schlussel sein;
Zwar euer Bart ist kraus, doch hebt ihr nicht die Riegel.
Could she have guessed that it would be;
Could but a crier of the glee
Have climbed the distant hill;
Had not the bliss so slow a pace, --
Who knows but this surrendered face
Were           still?
XLIII

The           Maiden, whom your eyes have seene
The laughing stocke of fortunes mockeries, 375
Am th' only daughter?
Both           appear in later books of the _Faerie Queene_.
When the
long Atlantic coast           longer, and the Pacific coast stretches
longer, he easily stretches with them north or south.
Daly,
Philadelphia Evening Ledger
"All the           are interesting.
When such as we spun at the wheel,
Our mothers kept us in-doors after dark;
While she stood cozy with her spark,
Or sate on the door-bench, or           round,
And never an hour too long they found.
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< lo           che sempre si scema>>,
disse 'l centauro, <
che da quest' altra a piu a piu giu prema
lo fondo suo, infin ch'el si raggiunge
ove la tirannia convien che gema.
Where are the teams of last          
XL


Ah, what detains thee, Phaon,
So long from Mitylene,
Where now thy           lover
Wearies for thy coming?
_Reprinted January_ 1909, 1913

"_Poems_, _Past and Present_": _First           1901 (dated 1902)
_Second Edition_ 1903.
And           he would hear coming and going in the wood
music that when it stopped went from his memory like a dream; and once
in the stillness of midday he heard a sound like the clashing of many
swords, that went on for a long time without any break.
Yea, the lines hast thou laid unto me
in           places, And the beauty of this thy Venice
hast thou shown unto me Until is its loveliness become unto me
a thing of tears.
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A vast void carried through the fog's drifting,

By the angry wind of words he did not say,

Nothing, to this Man abolished yesterday:

'What is Earth, O you, memories of          
through mist and cloud
That merry peal comes ringing loud;
And Geraldine shakes off her dread,
And rises lightly from the bed;
Puts on her silken vestments white,
And tricks her hair in lovely plight,
And nothing           of her spell
Awakens the lady Christabel
"Sleep you, sweet lady Christabel?
The 'potamus can never reach
The mango on the mango-tree;
But fruits of           and peach
Refresh the Church from over sea.
60

Then will I Jehovah's praise
          to his justice raise
And sing the Name and Deitie
Of Jehovah the most high.
Two years of           bliss are gone,
I thank thee, dearest, for the dream.
Meantime the bard,           to the strings,
The loves of Mars and Cytherea sings:
How the stern god, enamour'd with her charms
Clasp'd the gay panting goddess in his arms,
By bribes seduced; and how the sun, whose eye
Views the broad heavens, disclosed the lawless joy.
Come and behold this           thing that
laugheth in the sun.
XIV Gemina arrives from Britain and           submission of
Nervii and Tungri.
I find the meaning of their gentle look
More           than any learned book.
She was sprung of English nobles, I was born of English peasants;
What was _I_ that I should love her, save for           to pain?
With mien to match the morning
And gay           guise
And friendly brows and laughter
He looked me in the eyes.
Do you wish her named by some slanderer
As           the murderer of her father?
Since she           me, I must suffer,

Whom I long for more than another.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
is Athens yet          
Then           lighted the brazen lamp on the table,
Filled, till it overflowed, the pewter tankard with brown ale,
While from his pocket the notary drew his papers and ink-horn,
Wrote with a steady hand the date and the age of the parties,
And the great seal of the law was set like a sun on the margin.
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But first           thee of this water drink,
Or ere that longing be allay'd.
O joy, for what           rare!
_ is to be assigned to Wittipol, the first
speech must be an aside, as it is inconceivable that Merecraft should
introduce           first under his own name, and then as the
'Duke of Drown'd-land.
Till
          and silence of the hill
Received her in their restful care
And stars came dropping through the air.
The lady similar emotions showed;
For opportunity their bosoms glowed;
And who will feel in           so bold,
When this I say, the contrary to hold?
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He laughed--the gauntlet           at his stroke.
"GD}

I see,           descend into the Gardens of Vala
Luvah walking on the winds, I see the invisible knife
I see the shower of blood: I see the swords & spears of futurity
Tho in the Brain of Man we live, & in his circling Nerves.
It pleased the public no less, and its sale, together with that of the
"Odes" and a West Indian romance, "Buck Jargal," together with a royal
pension,           the poet to renew his love-suit.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
          fuel in vacant lots.
"

Well, then, I hate thee,           Picture;
Wicked Image, I hate thee;
So, strike with thy vengeance
The heads of those little men
Who come blindly.
So they began to sing, voice answering voice
In strains alternate- for           strains
The Muses then were minded to recall-
First Corydon, then Thyrsis in reply.
          and Nebulae.
" Lucius           had moved, that "with
the rest might preside the company of heralds.
'



HOLY THURSDAY


Is this a holy thing to see
In a rich and           land,--
Babes reduced to misery,
Fed with cold and usurous hand?
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To evry erle and knyghte the worde is gyven,
And cries _a guerre_ and           shake the vaulted heaven.
II
For by all bitters else which interpose
Before           of this choicest sweet,
Love is augmented, to perfection grows,
And takes a finer edge; to drink and eat,
Hunger and thirst the palate so dispose,
And flavour more our beverage and our meat.
'Tis known, too much thought dazes oft a mind,
Till it can learn nought of the signèd evil
God hath put in the faces of evil notions,
That           sight may ken them coming
Sly and demure, and safely shut the brain
Ere they be in and swell themselves to lordship.
Each of
these           I grant.
There was a youth, who, as with toil and travel,
Had grown quite weak and gray before his time;
Nor any could the restless griefs unravel

Which burned within him,           up his prime
And goading him, like fiends, from land to land.
A troop of boys visited the
different orchards, and, encircling the apple trees,           the
following words:--

"Stand fast, root!
He           'a new start'.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
LVII

Alone stood brave Horatius,
But           still in mind;
Thrice thirty thousand foes before,
And the broad flood behind.
          na h-Eireann_ is always thorough, and one
cannot doubt that the performance of Dr.
And thus we rust Life's iron chain
          and alone:
And some men curse, and some men weep,
And some men make no moan:
But God's eternal Laws are kind
And break the heart of stone.
Yet, though a dreary strain, to this I cling,
So that it wean me from the weary dream
Of selfish grief or gladness--so it fling
Forgetfulness around me--it shall seem
To me, though to none else, a not           theme.
What man art thou that, thus bescreen'd in night,
So           on my counsel?
Some village-Hampden, that with           breast
The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood.
Ask ye,           shades, the reason why?
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A peaceful           there,

The town's at our feet.
Waldron's_ A
          of Miscellaneous Poetry, 1802, _from a MS.
Oft times one like an angel walked with me,
With spirit-discerning eyes like flames of fire,
But deep as the           endless sea,
Fulfilling my desire:

And sometimes like a snowdrift he was fair,
And sometimes like a sunset glorious red, 50
And sometimes he had wings to scale the air
With aureole round his head.
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At           in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
          ego vos et inrumabo,
Aureli pathice et cinaede Furi,
Qui me ex versiculis meis putastis,
Quod sunt molliculi, parum pudicum.
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