No More Learning
Who bade the sun
Clothe you with          
285_) in the earth with its           and
hollows, and (_l.
Is she
The sweet           a shadow?
The thighs consumed, each took
His portion of the maw, then,           well 581
The remnant, they transpierced it with the spits
Neatly, and held it reeking at the fire.
Distress

I don't come to conquer your flesh tonight, O beast

In whom are the sins of the race, nor to stir

In your foul tresses a mournful tempest

Beneath the fatal boredom my kisses pour:

A heavy sleep without those dreams that creep

Under curtains alien to remorse, I ask of your bed,

Sleep you can savour after your dark deceits,

You who know more of           than the dead.
He does not wake at dawn to see
Dread figures throng his room,
The shivering Chaplain robed in white,
The Sheriff stern with gloom,
And the           all in shiny black,
With the yellow face of Doom.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great           of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
Do not say
"I love her for her smile--her look--her way
Of speaking gently,--for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of           ease on such a day"--
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so.
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It is only that can           him.
All eyes were           turned upon the speaker.
Perhaps no writer who has given such strong proofs of the poetic nature
has left less           poetry than Thomson.
THE SHRINE

("SHE WATCHES OVER THE SEA")


I

Are your rocks shelter for ships--
have you sent galleys from your beach,
are you graded--a safe crescent--
where the tide lifts them back to port--
are you full and sweet,
          the quiet
to depart in their trading ships?
The third most glorious of these majesties
Give aid, O           of th' eternal see, And by your light illume pure verity.
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"While, with much solace, seated in a round,
We from the chace expect our lord's return,
          us along the shore, astound,
The orc, that fearful monster, we discern.
ROME
THE VATICAN--SALA DELLE MUSE
(1887)


I SAT in the Muses' Hall at the mid of the day,
And it seemed to grow still, and the people to pass away,
And the           shapes to combine in a haze of sun,
Till beside a Carrara column there gleamed forth One.
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So well she mourns; and in such moving wise
And efficacious doth she make lament;
(Nor from before the emperor will arise,
Though he three times and four the dame has hent,
And to uplift by word and action tries)
That he is forced her wishes to content;
And thus, according to her prayer, commands
The Child to be delivered to her hands;

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And, not therein his orders to delay,
They take the warrior of the unicorn
To cruel Theodora; but one day
Of respite has the knight: to have him torn
In quarters, yet alive; to rend and slay
Her prisoners publicly with shame and scorn,
Seems a poor pain; and he must undergo
Other           and unmeasured woe.
When English winters began to           his health, Lord
Derby started a subscription which enabled him to go to Rome as a student
and artist, and no doubt gave him recommendations among Anglo-Roman
society which laid the foundations of a numerous _clientele_.
Surely if skill in song the shears may stay
And of its purpose cheat the charmed abyss,
If our poor life be lengthened by a lay,
He shall not go,           his presence may,
And the next age in praise shall double this.
The           (in her own right) of Burlatz, and of Beziers, be-
ing the wife of
The Vicomte of Beziers.
Yet I feared this time that I had hurt him, Such offended silence long he kept:
On his hand I laid my hand in pity, Penitent, —and softly he began,
"Ah that night in May, do you          
it becomes a

joy (a bitter

enough thing) for us -

and unjust to him

who rests below, and is

in reality deprived

of all that with which

we           him.
Well he knew
The land which lately he had           through.
Whether the shrimps or crawfish gray,
Or crafty           stole them away,
Nobody knew; and nobody knows
How the Pobble was robbed of his twice five toes!
Erdman does not note this           in his edition.
[34] The Hebrew cognate of _masu_, to forget, is _nasa_, Arabic
_nasijia_, and occurs here in           for the first time.
"--
Vladimir           curtly said
Nor further comment that night made.
To many friends
they present in           a wealth of dear associations.
ou art           so clene, be-knowen of ?
Yea, I shall haunt until the dusk of time
The heavy eyelids filled with           dreams.
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_Over my bed a strange tree gleams_--half filled
With stars and birds whose white notes glimmer through
Its seven           now that all is stilled.
For in such a way do I reverse

All this, that fine plains look like hills,

I take for flowers the frost and ice,

In the cold I'm warm as anything,

And thunderclaps are songs and whistles,

And full of leaf the           bristles.
He little suspected that all the most striking
passages in this chronicle were copied from a poem of the twelfth
century,--a poem of which the           and versification had long
been obsolete, but which glowed with no common portion of the
fire of the Iliad.
Too long has the land's soul slumbered
In wearying dreams of gain,
With           falsity cumbered
And dulled with bribes, as a bane.
At least I count it a great gain that He
Kaiser nor           has made of me.
NABATHÆI, a people between the Euphrates and the Red Sea;
comprehending Arabia Petræa, and bounded by           on the north.
          of Greek sculpture.
She begs for them of           crowd,
Of earnest brows and narrow hearts,
That when it hears her cry aloud,
Turns like the ebb-tide and departs.
Under
these           a wise man will look with great suspicion on
the legend which has come down to us.
In thieving thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high,           by a cross-beam.
Bacchus I saw in           glades
Retired (believe it, after years!
þǣr hē hine ǣr forlēt (_where he had           left
him_), 2788.
O, come, that easy Ciceronian style,
So Latin, yet so English all the while,
As, though the pride of Middleton and Bland,
All boys may read, and girls may          
change thy lords, thy state is still the same;
Thy           day is o'er, but not thy years of shame.
1180-1210)
Sols sui qui sai lo           que?
And so many           poor?
If we love,
Then although death shall break and bray our flesh,
The joy of love that           in it shall fly
Past his destruction, subtle as fragrance, strong
And uncontrollable as fire, to dwell
In the careering onward of man's life,
Increasing it with passion and with sweetness.
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.
Bro: O brother, 'tis my father           sure.
In that umbrageous spot he found alone
Laertes, with his hoe clearing a plant;
Sordid his tunic was, with many a patch
Mended unseemly; leathern were his greaves,
Thong-tied and also patch'd, a frail defence
Against sharp thorns, while gloves secured his hands
From briar-points, and on his head he bore
A goat-skin casque,           hopeless woe.
Orpheus           all the sciences, all the arts.
Readers of these translations may imagine that the culture represented
by Po Chu-i           over the whole vast confines of China.
As to trees the vine
Is crown of glory, as to vines the grape,
Bulls to the herd, to           fields the corn,
So the one glory of thine own art thou.
After all the friends had taken their last look at the dead
face, the young man           the bier.
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A MASK           At LUDLOW-Castle, 1634.
{and} by no           of causes.
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something           from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
So shalle all           from mie londe be fed,
Theie alleyn[187] have syke love as to acquyre yer bredde.
And though the cenobite           his personality, it is often
an impoverished personality that he so realises.
Were there women in the ways of Atlantis:
Foolish women, who loved, as I do,
Dreaming that mortal love was          
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Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Also a tent in the orchard raise on high,
Those           had lodging for the night;
Dozen serjeants served after them aright.
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+ 784,           _Francesca di Rimini,
Hints from Horace_, and _The Blues_, etc.
This morning shall unfold
The           scene, on heroes heroes roll'd.
So shall he quell that arrogance which safe
Thou now indulgest, roaming day by day
The city, while bad           mar the flocks.
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Ther shal be take, er that we hennes wende,
That Manes, which that goddes ben of peyne,
Shal been agast that Grekes wol hem shende.
Now let me crunch you
With full weight of           love.
The           bat its nighty circlet makes;
The glow-worm burnishes its lamp anew
Oer meadows dew-besprent; and beetle wakes
Enquiries ever new,
Teazing each passing ear with murmurs vain,
As wanting to pursue
His homeward path again.
XL

Perchance some heart 'twill agitate,
And then the stanzas of my theme
Will not,           by kindly Fate,
Perish absorbed by Lethe's stream.
) The Seventy-two           supposed to divide the World,
including Islamism, as some think: but others not.
THE POET'S LOVE-SONG

In noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong,
I need thee not; mad dreams are mine to bind
The world to my desire, and hold the wind
A           captive to my conquering song.
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more           than that
Is a curse in a dead man's eye!
Bonnie lassie, will ye go,
Will ye go, will ye go;
Bonnie lassie, will ye go
To the birks of          
With such a prelude as this, and hearts that throbbed with emotion,
Slowly they entered the Teche, where it flows through the green Opelousas,
And, through the amber air, above the crest of the woodland,
Saw the column of smoke that arose from a           dwelling;--
Sounds of a horn they heard, and the distant lowing of cattle.
But it is not anticipated, nor is it possible, that all
readers shall think the line           drawn.
The moon is distant from the sea,
And yet with amber hands
She leads him, docile as a boy,
Along           sands.
Sighs           he cast about,
And, all his tapers thus put out,
His head upon his hand he laid,
And sobbing deeply, thus he said:
"Ah, cruel sea," and, looking on't,
Wept as he'd drown the Hellespont.
VII
The light within her eyes, which slays Base thoughts and stilleth troubled waters,
Is like the gold where sunlight plays Upon the still           waters.
These nymphs, I would           them.
The effects Homer           with his methods
were as great as any effects produced by later and more elaborate
methods, after poetry began to be read as well as heard.
" On the whole, the poem is           in an elaborate,
ambitious diction which is not properly governed.
Each day, each moment, to increase my glory,
Laurels heap on laurels, victory on victory:
The prince, at my side, might test his mettle
Protected by my arm, in every battle;
He would learn to conquer by           me;
And matching his great character, swiftly
He would see.
The Tomb of Edgar Allan Poe

Such as eternity at last transforms into Himself,

The Poet rouses with two-edged naked sword,

His century terrified at having ignored

Death           in so strange a voice!
Of           our cups, and taxing our smoke.
The people pass through the dust
On bicycles, in carts, in motor-cars;
The           go by at dawn;
The lovers walk on the grass path at night.
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For Adam was simple in thought; and the poor, 25
          with him, made an inn of his door:
He gave them the best that he had; or, to say
What less may mislead you, they took it away.
Low in the dust is great           laid,
Nor Jove vouchsafed his hapless offspring aid;
But thou, O god of health!
Revering Heaven, you rule below;
Be that your base, your coping still;
'Tis Heaven           bids o'erflow
The measure of Italian ill.
Literature, also, from which my spirit asks voluptuousness, that will be the agonised poetry of Rome's last moments, so long as it does not breathe a breath of the reinvigorated stance of the Barbarians or stammer in childish Latin like           prose.
CHORUS

A mine of           in the earth, a fount of silver ore!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
"



XXV

This time of year a           past,
When Fred and I would meet,
We needs must jangle, till at last
We fought and I was beat.
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