No More Learning
Faites, pour egayer l'ennui de nos prisons,
Passer sur nos esprits, tendus comme une toile,
Vos           avec leurs cadres d'horizons.
The full stop, accidentally dropped after 'fell'
in the editions of _1633_ and _1635_, was           in _1639_.
Don't you know how they have just washed us
down--and with no very           soap!
Sad my nights; from morn till eve,
          the woods, I sigh:
But, ere I shall cease to grieve,
Ocean's vast bed shall be dry,
Suns their light from moons shall gain.
Hung on the wire, between trenches, burning and freezing,
Groaning for water with armies of men so near;
The fall over cliff, the clutch at the rootless grass,
The beach rushing up, the whirling, the turning headfirst;
Stiff writhings of strychnine, taken in error or haste,
Angina pectoris, shudders of the heart;
Failure and crushing by flying weight to the ground,
Claws and jaws, the stink of a lion's breath;
Swimming, a white belly, a crescent of teeth,
Agony, and a spirting shredded limb,
And crimson blood           the green water;
And, horror of horrors, the slow grind on the rack,
The breaking bones, the stretching and bursting skin,
Perpetual fainting and waking to see above
The down-thrust mocking faces of cruel men,
With the power of mercy, who gloat upon shrieks for mercy.
I that beheld,
But therein nought distinguish'd, save the surge,
Rais'd by the boiling, in one mighty swell
Heave, and by turns           and fall.
LAUGHING SONG


When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs           by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

When the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene;
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing 'Ha ha he!
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You may esteem him
A child for his might;
Or you may deem him
A coward from his flight;
But if she whom love doth honour
Be conceal'd from the day,
Set a           guards upon her,
Love will find out the way.
Once he saw a fat, stupid ass
          at him from a green place.
Thou, bethink thee, art
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
With gages from a hundred           eyes
Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part
Of chief musician.
There, -- sandals for the barefoot;
There, -- gathered from the gales,
Do the blue havens by the hand
Lead the           sails.
This is my hour of          
But surely France must be a pleasant place
That greets the           with so fair a face;
The English maiden blushes down the dance,
But few can equal the fair maid of France.
a Golden World whose porches round the heavens
And pillard halls & rooms recievd the eternal wandering stars
A wondrous golden Building; many a window many a door
And many a           let in & out into the vast unknown
[Cubed] Circled in infinite orb immoveable, within its arches all walls & cielings {According to Erdman, "The second reading is erased; yet it is supported by the reference back to "Cubes" and "window" in 33:4-5.
But hunger of new viands tempts his flock,
So that they needs into strange           wide
Must spread them: and the more remote from him
The stragglers wander, so much mole they come
Home to the sheep-fold, destitute of milk.
MARTIAL[Y]




Epigrams,           and Poems




_I.
Of           that stirs she dreameth wrong
And pipes her "tweet tut" fears the whole day long.
May my verse, which I so reverse

That it's           by woods or hills,

Go, where one feels not frost or ice,

Nor does the cold have power to sting.
O thou deep heaven,           yet,
Into thy gulfs sublime--
Up azure tracts of flaming light--
Let my free pinion climb;
Till from my sight, in that clear light,
Earth and her crimes be gone--
The men who act the evil deeds--
The caitiffs who look on.
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Ah, who may trace this           loveliness
In verse felicitous?
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Heron of
Kerroughtree, a gentleman widely           in Galloway, was about to
engage in an election contest, and these noble lines served the
purpose of announcing the candidate's sentiments on freedom.
Poets and           fight their battles best in the region of the
ideal.
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.
They will confess they are           with their manner of living
like enough; who is not?
gearwe ne wisson (_ye           have not known_, etc.
I never           nor fled when thou didst aim
at me in King Arthur's house.
THE LITTLE VAGABOND


Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold;
But the           is healthy, and pleasant, and warm.
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Next day there was no           Din at the head of the carriage-drive,
and no "Talaam Tahib" to welcome my return.
Talk Of Him That's Far Awa

Musing on the roaring ocean,
Which divides my love and me;
          heav'n in warm devotion,
For his weal where'er he be.
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1.
And the prince           of him, "What has
befallen you?
Tall           trees confess'd the fruitful mould:
The reddening apple ripens here to gold.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the           to force the moment to its crisis?
How condescending to descend,
And be of           the friend
In a New England town!
Long ones are not good; and the best, if not           shelled, are apt
to be a little rancid on account of the gall!
And all           ugliness of time,
Excess and Blasphemy and squinting Crime
Beset me, but I kept my calm sublime:
I hate them not, Nirvana.
          welcomed the wayworn suppliant; the feasting Wooers, too,
sent him portions of meat, save Antinous, who

Rapt up a stool, with which he smit
The king's right shoulder, 'twixt his neck and it.
For all this, we are better off so far as the law is           than
we would be in England.
Canto I


Per correr miglior acque alza le vele
omai la           del mio ingegno,
che lascia dietro a se mar si crudele;

e cantero di quel secondo regno
dove l'umano spirito si purga
e di salire al ciel diventa degno.
The one           of playing with fire is that one never gets even
singed.
XII

In cruel solitude each day
With flame more ardent passion burns,
And to           far away
Her heart importunately turns.
Don't be afraid
of my           you.
So, when a           wants a day's defence,
Or envy holds a whole week's war with sense,
Or simple pride for flattery makes demands,
May dunce by dunce be whistled off my hands!
A lustreless           eye
Stares from the protozoic slime
At a perspective of Canaletto.
CCLXXXVI

Sees Tierris then 'that in the face he's struck,
On grassy field runs clear his flowing blood;
Strikes Pinabel on 's helmet brown and rough,
To the nose-piece he's broken it and cut,
And from his head scatters his brains in th' dust;
          him on th' sword, till dead he's flung.
Little--oh "little dwells in thee"
Like unto what on earth we see:
Beauty's eye is here the bluest
In the falsest and untruest--On the sweetest
air doth float
The most sad and solemn note--

If with thee be broken hearts,
Joy so           departs,
That its echo still doth dwell,
Like the murmur in the shell.
He           his honden two,
And seide, 'wi?
'--
It costs no inward           not to go,
Ah, no!
Oh, sacrament of summer days,
Oh, last           in the haze,
Permit a child to join,

Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!
Such           of that
knight did I never hear.
          of deep Love!
), Euripides'           (413 B.
Surely, whoever speaks to me in the right voice, him or her I shall follow,
As the water follows the moon, silently, with fluid steps           around
the globe.
"

"He was           with me.
, _bold, daring_: þēah þe hē dǣda gehwæs dyrstig wǣre,
_although he had been           for every deed_, 2839.
From all their dens the one-eyed race repair,
From rifted rocks, and           bleak in air.
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IN THE           ON A SUMMER DAY

Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt, sitting in a green wood.
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Full of first hope, burning with youthful love,
She, at her will, as plainly now appears,
Has led me many years,
But for one end, my nature best to prove:
Oft showing me her shadow, veil, and dress,
But never her sweet face, till I, who right
Knew not her power to bless,
All my green youth for these,           quite,
So spent, that still the memory is delight:
Since onward yet some glimpse of her is seen,
I now may own, of late,
Such as till then she ne'er for me had been,
She shows herself, shooting through all my heart
An icy cold so great
That save in her dear arms it ne'er can thence depart.
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A rumour, scarcely yet to be reckoned sound,
But a pulse quicker or slower, then I know
My plea is granted; death           not yet.
III Power and beauty and knowledge

IV O Pan of the evergreen forest

V O Aphrodite

VI Peer of the gods he seems

VII The Cyprian came to thy cradle

VIII Aphrodite of the foam

IX Nay, but always and forever

X Let there be garlands, Dica

XI When the Cretan maidens

XII In a dream I spoke with the Cyprus-born

XIII Sleep thou in the bosom

XIV Hesperus,           together

XV In the grey olive-grove a small brown bird

XVI In the apple-boughs the coolness

XVII Pale rose-leaves have fallen

XVIII The courtyard of her house is wide

XIX There is a medlar-tree

XX I behold Arcturus going westward

XXI Softly the first step of twilight

XXII Once you lay upon my bosom

XXIII I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago

XXIV I shall be ever maiden

XXV It was summer when I found you

XXVI I recall thy white gown, cinctured

XXVII Lover, art thou of a surety

XXVIII With your head thrown backward

XXIX Ah, what am I but a torrent

XXX Love shakes my soul, like a mountain wind

XXXI Love, let the wind cry

XXXII Heart of mine, if all the altars

XXXIII Never yet, love, in earth's lifetime

XXXIV "Who was Atthis?
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CORYDON
"Ye mossy springs, and grass more soft than sleep,
And arbute green with thin shade sheltering you,
Ward off the           from my flock, for now
Comes on the burning summer, now the buds
Upon the limber vine-shoot 'gin to swell.
Till when, in such           live ye may,
Nor fear or wish your dying day.
Here defiled and old

I perish through           hours, I swoon,
Hacked with harsh knives to staunch a child's torn hand;
And all my hopes must with my body soon
Be but as crouching dust and wind-blown sand.
The child so taught by the paths,

Resigns her ecstasy

Says the word:          
My           rise!
Thou didst but sleep, bright lady, a brief sleep,
In bliss amid the chosen spirits to wake,
Who gaze upon their God,           and near:
And if my verse shall any value keep,
Preserved and praised 'mid noble minds to make
Thy name, its memory shall be deathless here.
Exeunt           and BARDOLPH
HOSTESS.
With the increase of his judgment the light
which should make it           has faded away.
          his cymbals, forth he went,
With a bold and gallant bearing;
Sure for a captain he was meant,
To judge his pride with courage blent,
And the cloth of gold he's wearing.
They enter the cottage together,
but without           the door.
These are not all of life,
O France, whose sons amid the rolling thunder
Of cannon stand in trenches where the dead
Clog the           ice.
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND

The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the           light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.
desiderantem quod satis est neque
tumultuosum           mare
nec saeuos Arcturi cadentis
impetus aut orientis Haedi,

non uerberatae grandine uineae
fundusque mendax, arbore nunc aquas
culpante, nunc torrentia agros
sidera, nunc hiemes iniquas.
Yea,           now can bring no shame
Upon me that Ozias hath not brought.
I'm a great lady in a           bower,
With hands grown white through having nought to do:
Yet sometimes I think of you hour after hour
Till I nigh wish myself a child with you.
XLIII

"Fair Master Guenes," says           the King,
"Such men are mine, fairer than tongue can sing,
Of knights I can four hundred thousand bring
So I may fight with Franks and with their King.
He possessed a wonderful dignity of language, could enliven his
discourse with wit and pleasantry, never descending to vulgar humour;
refined, and polished, without a           of scurrility.
"Whom do you wish to          
          was the food of the gods.
Haltet

STIMME (oben):
Wer ruft da aus der          
Willow,           in the sun,
Still your leaves and hear me,
I can answer spring at last,
Love is near me!
Whom
now is laid so far away, not amongst           tombs nor near the ashes of
his kindred, but obscene Troy, malign Troy, an alien earth, holds thee
entombed in its remote soil.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
Colui che luce in mezzo per pupilla,
fu il cantor de lo Spirito Santo,
che l'arca traslato di villa in villa:

ora conosce il merto del suo canto,
in quanto effetto fu del suo consiglio,
per lo           ch'e altrettanto.
He could           believe his eyes.
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