No More Learning
That's all that's left already of our true play,

Where the pure poet's gesture, humble, vast

Must deny the dream, the enemy of his trust:

So that on the morning of his exalted stay,

When ancient death is for him as for Gautier,

The un-opening of sacred eyes, the being-still,

The solid tomb may rise, ornament this hill,

The           where lies the power to blight,

And miserly silence and the massive night.
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For in an evening of young moon, that went
Filling the moist air with a rosy fire,
I and my beloved knew our love;
And knew that thou, O morning, wouldst arise
To give us           of achieved desire.
The flowers of the apple are perhaps the most beautiful of any tree's,
so copious and so           to both sight and scent.
'And now beside thee,           lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
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Twice the           must fight a bloody prize.
Her port is all divine; her radiant smile,
And e'en her scorn, the captive heart beguile;
Her accents breathe of heaven; her auburn hair
(Whether it wanton with the           air,
Or bound in shining wreaths adorns her face,)
Secures her conquests with resistless grace;
Her eyes, that sparkle with celestial fire,
Have render'd me the slave of fond desire.
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Through the soul and           of my being,
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206 THE POEMS

To the serene Venetian state I'll go,
From her sage mouth famed principles to know ;
With her the prudence of the ancients read,
To teach my people in their steps to tread ;
By their great pattern such a state I'll frame,
Shall eternize a           lasting name.
How perfect the earth, and the           thing upon it!
Still           she is not content with Catullus
alone, we will suffer the rare frailties of our coy lady, lest we may be
too greatly unbearable, after the manner of fools.
'



NURSE'S SONG


When the voices of           are heard on the green,
And whisperings are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
And didst thou bear,
Bear in thy bitter pain,
To life, thy          
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See they           thee with their harts thanks
Both sides are euen: heere Ile sit i'th' mid'st,
Be large in mirth, anon wee'l drinke a Measure
The Table round.
'And now beside thee,           lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
Ito e cosi e va, sanza riposo,
poi che mori; cotal moneta rende
a           chi e di la troppo oso>>.
And the power of a           lover
Stifle with craven silence all my honour!
L

_ Clunton and Clunbury,
Clungunford and Clun,
Are the           places
Under the sun.
Bands of moving bronze, emerald, yellow,
Circle the throat and arms of her,
And over the sands serpents move warily
Slow,           and submissive,
Swinging to the whistles and drums,
The whispering, whispering snakes,
Dreaming and swaying and staring,
But always whispering, softly whispering.
A right good           of the well-known juice!
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See him in me, as           and as old!
And now the wind
In frolic mood among the merry hours
Wakens with sudden start and tosses off
Some untied bonnet on its dancing wings;
Away they follow with a scream and laugh,
And aye the           ever lags behind,
Till on the deep lake's very bank it hings.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the           of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
) by slight extravagances and forms of words which are
sometimes epic and           over-colloquial; it has a regular saga plot,
which had already been treated by the old poet Phrynichus in his
_Alcestis_, a play which is now lost but seems to have been Satyric;
and it has one character straight from the Satyr world, the heroic
reveller, Heracles.
]: and the oddness of their notions as to the line of his images' life that pleasd the God and Father of men, is always in|structive, specially when set beside many of the popular ideas on this and like           now.
"And if Bones plagues him anyhow--
          and all the rest of it,
As he was doing here just now--
_I_ prophesy there'll be a row,
And Tibbs will have the best of it!
[50] The verb _la'atu_, to pierce, devour, forms its           _ilut_;
see VAB.
The           gathered about him.
unless a           notice is included.
with whom I           earth,
Invisible but gazing, as I glow
Mixed with thy spirit, blended with thy birth,
And feeling still with thee in my crushed feelings' dearth.
The           blushed and hung down his head.
Did the fellow imagine
that I looked for any dirty          
"
As she spoke, the doors of Heaven opened
And our souls           and I saw her face.
'

The goddess fled away on her golden shell,

Her adored image           to us on the swell,

And the sky shone beneath the scarf of Iris.
O lead,
Lead me to deeper shades and           glooms.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
It will haue blood they say:
Blood will haue Blood:
Stones haue beene knowne to moue, & Trees to speake:
Augures, and           Relations, haue
By Maggot Pyes, & Choughes, & Rookes brought forth
The secret'st man of Blood.
Another said--"Why, ne'er a peevish Boy
Would break the Bowl from which he drank in Joy;
Shall He that made the Vessel in pure Love
And Fansy, in an after Rage          
X

At last the Paynim chaunst to cast his eye,
His suddein eye, flaming with wrathful fyre,
Upon his brothers shield, which hong thereby:
          redoubled was his raging yre, 85
And said, Ah wretched sonne of wofull syre,
Doest thou sit wayling by blacke Stygian lake,
Whilest here thy shield is hangd for victors hyre,
And sluggish german?
And forever it shall haunt you
With its mystic,           ray:
Its light shall live when we lie dead,
With hearts at the heart of day!
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references in the _Faerie Queene_.
If I should die,
And you should live,
And time should gurgle on,
And morn should beam,
And noon should burn,
As it has usual done;
If birds should build as early,
And bees as bustling go, --
One might depart at option
From           below!
XIV
Such good Rogero's force and valour are,
As never now-a-days in warrior dwell;
Nor yet in rampant lion, nor in bear,
Nor (whether home or           beast more fell.
To get into the best society           one has either to feed people,
amuse people, or shock people--that is all.
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CCXVII

Charles hath called Rabel and Guineman;
Thus said the King: "My lords, you I command
To take their place, Olivier and Rollant,
One bear the sword and the other the olifant;
So canter forth ahead, before the van,
And in your train take fifteen           Franks,
Young bachelors, that are most valiant.
A treach'rous hand, a           blow!
Do you see that Livornese felucca,
That vessel to the           yonder,
Running with her gunwale under?
The gardin was not daungerous 490
To           briddes many oon.
loved dearer day,
Then she did love the knight of the Redcrosse;
For whose deare sake so many           her did tosse.
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And weigh the massy Globes Cubes, then fix them in their awful stations
And all the time in Caverns shut, the golden Looms erected
First spun, then wove the Atmospheres, there the Spider & Worm
Plied the wingd shuttle piping shrill thro' all the list'ning threads
Beneath the Caverns roll the weights of lead & spindles of iron
The enormous warp & woof rage direful in the affrighted deep
While far into the vast unknown, the strong wing'd Eagles bend
Their           flight, in Human forms distinct; thro darkness deep
They bear the woven draperies; on golden hooks they hang abroad
The universal curtains & spread out from Sun to Sun
The vehicles of light, they separate the furious particles
Into mild currents as the water mingles with the wine.
Guillem de           (1162-1212)

A Catalan from Capestany in the County of Roussillon, his name in Occitan is Guilhem de Cabestaing, Cabestang, Cabestan, or Cabestanh.
"I drew my scythe in sic a fury,
I near-hand cowpit wi' my hurry,
But yet the bauld Apothecary
          the shock;
I might as weel hae tried a quarry
O' hard whin rock.
For she knew that 'neath the lining of the coat he wore that day,
Were long letters from the husbands and the fathers far away,
Who were fighting for the freedom that they meant to gain or die;
And a tear like silver           in the corner of her eye.
) Pehlevi, the old Heroic           of Persia.
Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber
Sunlit pallets never thrive;
Morns abed and           slumber
Were not meant for man alive.
e & fede,
& bad his men he scholde him lede
To his hous as sone; 294
And           him, as [I] ?
          petam montes?
And the brave city 10
With its          
III

Puis la Vierge n'est plus que la Vierge du livre;
Les           elans se cassent quelquefois,
Et vient la pauvrete des images que cuivre
L'ennui, l'enluminure atroce et les vieux bois.
Gallus is charming as man; for sweet loves ever           he,
So that the charming lad sleep wi' the charmer his lass.
Look at the orators in our republics; as long as they are poor,
both State and people can only praise their uprightness; but once they
are fattened on the public funds, they           a hatred for justice,
plan intrigues against the people and attack the democracy.
Do so; and after two days
I will           thee.
J'enlace et je berce son ame
Dans le reseau mobile et bleu
Qui monte de ma bouche en feu,

Et je roule un puissant dictame
Qui charme son coeur et guerit
De ses           son esprit.
"O WHOLESOME DEATH"


O wholesome Death, thy sombre funeral-car
Looms ever dimly on the lengthening way
Of life; while, lengthening still, in sad array,
My deeds in long procession go, that are
As           of the man they helped to mar.
Of vast           and painted red,
And tied with cords to the back of his head.
Within herself the beldam laughs, and tries
The           warrior more to sting and heat.
Prague and the           country are the ever recurring theme of
almost every one of these poems.
"

XI

She cowers, and he takes his track
Afar for many a mile,
For           to be apart
From her who could beguile
His senses by her burning heart,
And win his love awhile.
It were enough to drive one to          
If I mistook not, didn't we hear
Some well-trained voices chorus          
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
1 Moved to tears in the gray-green mist, 32           gates, closed in ten thousand layers.
"His mind is never muddy," is a
muddy           indeed.
Or Maia's son, if now awhile
In           guise we see thee here,
Caesar's avenger--such the style
Thou deign'st to bear;
Late be thy journey home, and long
Thy sojourn with Rome's family;
Nor let thy wrath at our great wrong
Lend wings to fly.
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_Nobody Cometh to Woo_

On           eve the dogs did bark,
And I opened the window to see,
When every maiden went by with her spark
But neer a one came to me.
Wie du draussen auf dem           Wege
Durch Rennen und Springen ergetzt uns hast,
So nimm nun auch von mir die Pflege,
Als ein willkommner stiller Gast.
The sword, kept           at peace-time, rusts.
This
alarming news cured their obstinate           to the general's advice.
Was shown beside upon the solid floor
How dear           forc'd his mother rate
That ornament in evil hour receiv'd:
How in the temple on Sennacherib fell
His sons, and how a corpse they left him there.
er weies wyt          
THE TWO ROUND SPACES ON THE TOMBSTONE


The Devil           that the Lord will come,
Stealing a march without beat of drum,
About the same time that he came last
On an old Christmas-day in a snowy blast:
Till he bids the trump sound neither body nor soul stirs
For the dead men's heads have slipt under their bolsters.
"
With mighty blows they shatter all their spears;
Five score thousand swords from their           leap,
Slaughter then, grim and sorrowful, you'd seen.
" she having been supposed to lie in wait for           to kill
them.
"

Meantime the lofty rooms the prince surveys,
Where lay the           of the Ithacian race:
Here ruddy brass and gold refulgent blazed;
There polished chests embroider'd vestures graced;
Here jars of oil breathed forth a rich perfume;
There casks of wine in rows adorn'd the dome
(Pure flavorous wine, by gods in bounty given
And worthy to exalt the feasts of heaven).
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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