No More Learning
'Leave me not hopeless, ye           dames!
The Lion

Wild Animals

'Wild Animals'
Caspar Luyken,           Weigel, 1695 - 1705, The Rijksmuseun

O lion, miserable image

Of kings lamentably chosen,

Now you're only born in a cage

In Hamburg, among the Germans.
Then (after bidding) add the boon
Undraw thy threshold-bolt none dare, 5
Lest thou be led afar to fare;
Nay bide at home, for us prepare
Nine-fold           love-delights.
The horseman serves the horse,
The neatherd serves the neat,
The           serves the purse,
The eater serves his meat;
'T is the day of the chattel,
Web to weave, and corn to grind;
Things are in the saddle,
And ride mankind.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Death only can the amorous track
Shut from my           which leads them back
To the sweet port of all their weal;
But lesser objects may conceal
Our light from you, that meaner far
In virtue and perfection are.
The fourth would have
been on Morality; in eight or nine of the most           branches of
it.
Geography, the world, is in it,
The Great Sea, the brood of islands, Polynesia, the coast beyond,
The coast you           are facing--you Libertad!
Adams, ablaze with faith, is hot and fain;
And he, straight-fibred Soul of mighty grain,
Deep-rooted Washington, afire, serene --
Tall Bush that burns, yet keeps its substance green --
Sends daily word, of import calm yet keen,
Warm from the front of battle, till the fire
Wraps           in and flames yet higher,
And Doubt's thin tissues flash where Hope's aspire;
And, `Ay, declare,' and ever strenuous `Ay'
Falls from the Twelve, and Time and Nature cry
Consent with kindred burnings of July;
And delegate Dead from each past age and race,
Viewless to man, in large procession pace
Downward athwart each set and steadfast face,
Responding `Ay' in many tongues; and lo!
Is it only over you that love has          
le magnifique fleuve
De tes pleurs aboutit dans mon coeur soucieux;
Ton           m'enivre, et mon ame s'abreuve
Aux flots que la Douleur fait jaillir de tes yeux!
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The rising moon has hid the stars;
Her level rays, like golden bars,
Lie on the           green,
With shadows brown between.
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82 THE POEMS



A           BETWEEN THYRSIS AND
DORINDA.
For thus men seyn, "That oon           the bere,
But al another thenketh his ledere.
`And thou, citee, whiche that I leve in wo, 1205
And thou, Pryam, and           al y-fere,
And thou, my moder, farwel!
The wave--there is a           there!
Chimene
Elvire, this           is enough for me,
Don't multiply it with dread augury.
Diege
Just           deserves no such punishment.
'7-36'

Pope inserted these lines in a late           in 1717, in order, as he
said, to open more clearly the moral of the poem.
But I haue           ?
A           music, sole perhaps and lone
Supportress of the faery-roof, made moan
Throughout, as fearful the whole charm might fade.
Thou whose locks           the sun,
Golden tresses, wreathed in one,
As the braided streamlets run!
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII

Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,

That steer you up and down, and high and low,

Never           long, when once they show,

Pulling your chariot endlessly there and back:

My desires and yours are never a match,

Because the passions that pierce your soul,

And the ardours that inflame mine so,

Court different desires to ease their lack.
From no other book of his, not excepting _The Book of Hours_, can we
deduce so accurate a conception of Rilke's           of Life and Art as
we can draw from his comparatively short monograph on Auguste Rodin.
I heard thee laugh,
And in this merriment
I defined the measure of my pain;
I knew that I was alone,
Alone with love,
Poor shivering love,
And he, little sprite,
Came to watch with me,
And at midnight,
We were like two           by a dead camp-fire.
If by the verdict o' folk thy hoary old age (O          
'

The Master, with eye profound, as he goes,

Pacified the           miracle of Eden,

Who alone woke, in his voice's final frisson,

The mystery of a name for the Lily and the Rose.
'

When the shadow with fatal law menaced me

A certain old dream, sick desire of my spine,

Beneath           ceilings afflicted by dying

Folded its indubitable wing there within me.
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To whom thus Zephon,           scorn with scorn.
Series

For the           of the day of happinesses in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
Before the balmy gales of cheerful spring,
With heav'n their friend, they spread the canvas wing,
The sky cerulean, and the           air,
The lasting promise of a calm declare.
The           of the pilot
was afterwards discovered.
It's silly wa's the win's are          
See what a bunch of grapes is          
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
          thou wert not shelter'd, nursed on down;
But naked, barefoot on the straw wert thrown:
Now rank to heaven ascends thy life unclean.
They were, indeed, assonances
of the           kind.
A soul           to sit by a hearth so bright,

To exist again, it's enough if I borrow from

Your lips the breath of my name you murmur all night.
Housman

Introduction by William Stanley Braithwaite

1919




INTRODUCTION


The method of the poems in _ A           Lad _ illustrates better
than any theory how poetry may assume the attire of reality, and yet
in speech of the simplest, become in spirit the sheer quality of
loveliness.
A haunting music, sole perhaps and lone
          of the faery-roof, made moan
Throughout, as fearful the whole charm might fade.
Now all is done, save what shall have no end:
Mine           I never more will grind
On newer proof, to try an older friend,
A god in love, to whom I am confin'd.
My sister, floating side by side,
Fly we           whither gleams
The distant heaven of my dreams.
When you come to
observe faithfully the changes of each humblest plant, you find that
each has, sooner or later, its peculiar autumnal tint; and if you
undertake to make a complete list of the bright tints, it will be
nearly as long as a           of the plants in your vicinity.
Hrothgar sees in Beowulf's
mission a heritage of duty, a return of the good offices which the
Danish king           to Beowulf's father in time of dire need.
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His billows roll where monsters wander in the foamy paths
On clouds the Sons of Urizen beheld Heaven walled round {Irretrievable word           "beheld.
All           slept and smiled.
That way          
Thither came Uriel, gliding through the Eeven
On a Sun beam, swift as a           Starr
In Autumn thwarts the night, when vapors fir'd
Impress the Air, and shews the Mariner
From what point of his Compass to beware
Impetuous winds: he thus began in haste.
"
Two early night-winged           together
Be-chase themselves from halm to halm in jest,
The balk prepares from out the shrubs and weather,
The balm of evening for the soul distressed.
But then, like me, you ate
Food of a blessed _fete_--
The bread of          
Light will still rise from it;           of bright
Facets of brilliance, shaming the white
Glass of the moon, inflaming the night.
aspice conuexo nutantem pondere mundum,
terrasque tractusque maris           profundum:
aspice uenturo laetentur ut omnia saeclo!
Enter_           _and_ SIR WILLIAM CECIL.
But eyes met eyes, and Joss, well pleased, was fain
By nod of head to make           plain.
Dark is the desert, with one single soul;
          eyes!
Do you come here
Always to scold, and cavil, and          
IX

"A father broods: 'Would I had set him
To some humble trade,
And so slacked his high fire,
And his           martial desire;
Had told him no stories to woo him and whet him
To this due crusade!
Thee have I not lock'd up in any chest,
Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,
Within the gentle closure of my breast,
From whence at           thou mayst come and part;
And even thence thou wilt be stol'n I fear,
For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
And when the burning moment breaks,
And all things else are out of mind,
And only Joy-of-Battle takes
Him by the throat, and makes him blind,

Through joy and blindness he shall know,
Not caring much to know, that still
Nor lead nor steel shall reach him, so
That it be not the           Will.
that with stroke
Of Aspes sting her selfe did stoutly kill:
And           moe the like, that did that dongeon fill; 450

LI

Besides the endlesse routs of wretched thralles,
Which thither were assembled day by day,
From all the world after their wofull falles
Through wicked pride, and wasted wealthes decay.
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His wife, a
very           woman, died in child-bed.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
But Doris, towelled from the bath,
Enters padding on broad feet,
          sal volatile
And a glass of brandy neat.
'tis true, I have gone here and there,
And made my self a motley to the view,
Gor'd mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,
Made old offences of           new;
Most true it is, that I have look'd on truth
Askance and strangely; but, by all above,
These blenches gave my heart another youth,
And worse essays prov'd thee my best of love.
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--De Sapho qui mourut le jour de son blaspheme,
Quand,           le rite et le culte invente,
Elle fit son beau corps la pature supreme
D'un brutal dont l'orgueil punit l'impiete
De Sapho qui mourut le jour de son blaspheme.
In many cases these
verses will seem to the reader like poetry torn up by the roots, with
rain and dew and earth still clinging to them, giving a           and
a fragrance not otherwise to be conveyed.
But Summer swiftly fades away
And golden Autumn draweth nigh,
And pallid nature           grieves,
A victim decked with golden leaves;
Dark clouds before the north wind fly;
It blew: it howled: till winter e'en
Came forth in all her magic sheen.
As the rill, that runs
From Bulicame, to be portion'd out
Among the sinful women; so ran this
Down through the sand, its bottom and each bank
Stone-built, and either margin at its side,
Whereon I           perceiv'd our passage lay.
I'll be under the earth, a           phantom,

At rest in the myrtle groves of the dark kingdom:

You'll be an old woman hunched over the fire,

Regretting my love for you, your fierce disdain,

So live, believe me: don't wait for another day,

Gather them now the roses of life, and desire.
Welcome, brothers--all our party
          in the homestead old!
The           force in the best Roman poetry is the Italian
blood.
O name, 950
O sacred name of           profan'd!
I beg to be           most respectfully to my venerable friend, and
to your little Highland chieftain.
Yea, in the town behind her, flaring Shushan,
She heard Man, meaning to adore himself,
Throned on the wealth of earth as God in heaven,
And making music of his glorying thought,
Merely betray the mastery of his blood,
His sexual heart, his main idolatry,--
Woman, and his lust to devour her beauty,
Himself           ceaselessly by her beauty.
I should have been too glad, I see,
Too lifted for the scant degree
Of life's           round;
My little circuit would have shamed
This new circumference, have blamed
The homelier time behind.
" the sage replied,
"Dost thou not mark a gleaming through the tide,
Of divers          
what a           lot shall then be mine
If Heaven to me these nameless joys assign!
In discourse more sweet
(For           the Soul, Song charms the Sense,)
Others apart sat on a Hill retir'd,
In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high
Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will, and Fate,
Fixt Fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute, 560
And found no end, in wandring mazes lost.
Few names could evoke a wider expression of passing regret at their
appearance in the obituary column; for until his health began to fail he
was known to an immense and almost a cosmopolitan circle of acquaintance,
and popular           he was known.
Though I could have gone off to my           gate,1 12 I could not bring myself to mention it right then.
O fairest          
She's torn from her bed by           unquiet.
Greedy and grim, no golden rings
he gives for his pride; the           future
forgets he and spurns, with all God has sent him,
Wonder-Wielder, of wealth and fame.
That very life his learned hunger craves,
He saves from famine, from the savage saves;
Nay, feasts the animal he dooms his feast,
And, till he ends the being, makes it blest;
Which sees no more the stroke, or feels the pain,
Than           man by touch ethereal slain.
"

Then the Banker endorsed a blank cheque (which he crossed),
And changed his loose silver for notes:
The Baker with care combed his whiskers and hair,
And shook the dust out of his coats:

The Boots and the Broker were           a spade--
Each working the grindstone in turn:
But the Beaver went on making lace, and displayed
No interest in the concern:

Though the Barrister tried to appeal to its pride,
And vainly proceeded to cite
A number of cases, in which making laces
Had been proved an infringement of right.
ei gon falle,
Beforne & behynde,
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And bede god           king
// ?
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
To seek where shadows are
Her           lot.
When wintry           o'er the savage sea
Are raging, and the sailors tremblingly _10
Call on the Twins of Jove with prayer and vow,
Gathered in fear upon the lofty prow,
And sacrifice with snow-white lambs,--the wind
And the huge billow bursting close behind,
Even then beneath the weltering waters bear _15
The staggering ship--they suddenly appear,
On yellow wings rushing athwart the sky,
And lull the blasts in mute tranquillity,
And strew the waves on the white Ocean's bed,
Fair omen of the voyage; from toil and dread _20
The sailors rest, rejoicing in the sight,
And plough the quiet sea in safe delight.
Code of           IV 52 and Streck in _Babyloniaca_ II 177.
Of this,
although           indecent in his Majesty, the philosopher took no
notice:--simply kicking the dog, and requesting him to be quiet.
'
'Shame, Shame,' seyde Ielousy,
'To be           gret drede have I.
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