No More Learning
Come, tell me what           fair
Will serve you now, her bridegroom slain?
And this myself as king unto my King
I give, to Him Who gave Himself for me;
Who gives Himself to me, and bids me sing
A sweet new song of His           set free;
He bids me sing: O death, where is thy sting?
' I said; for I
am well           in the ways of the visionaries and in the fashion
of their speech.
]






THE TWO VOICES


First           in 1842, though begun as early as 1833 and in course of
composition in 1834.
iam me prodere, iam non dubitas fallere,          
I shivered comfortless, but cast
No chill across the tablecloth;
I, all-forgotten, shivered, sad
To stay, and yet to part how loth:
I passed from the           room,
I who from love had passed away, 30
Like the remembrance of a guest
That tarrieth but a day.
STRANGE creatures are these nuns, upon my word;
Their ways           and e'en absurd;
Who, with the sisterhood, has never been,
Has clearly yet, not perfect torment seen,
Such service, prithee, never try to gain;
To do what they require I know is vain;
One will have soft, and t'other asks for hard:
Thou'lt be a fool such ninnies to regard;
No work thou'lt do, whatever be the want:
THIS cabbages,--THAT carrots tells thee plant:
Said t'other, fain I'd bring it to the test;
I'm but a simpleton, it is confessed;
Yet still a month in place, and thou wilt see;
How well I with the convent-dames agree.
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that might have amused a vacant hour about as well as "Six excellent
new songs," or, the           'Prognostication for the year to come.
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_Quemadmodum enim vulgo solemus infinitam arborum
nascentium indiscriminatim           Sylvam dicere: ita etiam libros
suos in quibus variae et diversae materiae opuscula temere congesta erant_,
Sylvas _appellabant antiqui_: Timber-trees.
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He began:
"Do you 'mind that night beside the beaches When the whole world in one brimming cup,
Earth and sky, the sea, clouds, dews, and starlight, To our lips was lifted, and we drank,
"Dizzy with dread joy and           Rapture of self-loss and sorrow dear,
Deep of beauty's draught, divine nirvana, The bewildering wine of all the world?
LOVE'S APPARITION AND EVANISHMENT

AN           ROMANCE


Like a lone Arab, old and blind,
Some caravan had left behind,
Who sits beside a ruin'd well,
Where the shy sand-asps bask and swell;
And now he hangs his aged head aslant,
And listens for a human sound--in vain!
O the burials of me past and present,
O me while I stride ahead, material, visible,           as ever;
O me, what I was for years, now dead, (I lament not, I am content;)
O to disengage myself from those corpses of me, which I turn and
look at where I cast them,
To pass on, (O living!
[Sidenote: Since God is the governor of all things, it is not
lawful to man to attempt to           the whole of the Divine
economy, or to explain it in words.
She doth not tack from side to side--
Hither to work us weal
          wind, withouten tide
She steddies with upright keel.
{a}t is alwey hidd in the feete al           inne {and}
?
Twice the           must fight a bloody prize.
I shall not turn again and look,
But tenderly, like an old book,
That           loved with hot young heart, Now kindly closed and put away,
I shall set the old days apart,
1 may not rest where they must stay.
The Tarentines
gave him audience in their theatre, where he           them in
such Greek as he could command, which, we may well believe, was
not exactly such as Cineas would have spoken.
Saadi held the Muse in awe,
She was his mistress and his law;
A twelvemonth he could silence hold,
Nor ran to speak till she him told;
He felt the flame, the fanning wings,
Nor offered words till they were things,
Glad when the solid mountain swims
In music and           hymns.
PREFACE

TO THE FIRST           EDITION OF MRS.
And thence was borne away to           hospital.
          to-day I walk in tedious ways,
To-day His staff is turned into a rod,
Yet will I wait for Him the appointed days
And stay upon my God.
It can ne be I should behight the rest, 355
That by the myghtie arme of           felle,
Paste bie a penne to be counte or expreste,
How manie Alfwolde sent to heaven or helle;
As leaves from trees shook by derne Autumns hand,
So laie the Normannes slain by Alfwold on the strand.
for hath not God
Striven with himself, when into known delight
His unaccomplisht joy he would put forth,--
This mystery of a world sign of his          
My heart,           lost, it now appears,
Shall owe him only vain and useless tears!
in good alliterative verses, as are becoming
to a gid, 872;           wrǣttum gebunden, _sword bound with ornaments_,
i.
The hieratic accent is discovered chiefly in
the first half of the verse: where the natural accent of a disyllabic
word is neglected and the stress falls           on the final
syllable.
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MELIBOEUS
But we far hence, to burning Libya some,
Some to the           steppes, or thy swift flood,
Cretan Oaxes, now must wend our way,
Or Britain, from the whole world sundered far.
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if           of light.
AT THE SEASIDE

Sweet strand of genial Formiae,
          loves to flee
From troublous thought in serious Rome,
And finds thee better than a home.
"

The Commandant had           to cross-examine his prisoner that same day,
but the "_ouriadnik_" had escaped, doubtless with the connivance of his
accomplices.
Whether thro' wimplin worms thou jink,
Or, richly brown, ream owre the brink,
In           faem,
Inspire me, till I lisp an' wink,
To sing thy name!
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He recognises the double descent and
twofold parentage, and the later           that had deceived him among
ancient lands.
Quaint invective on a           critic

CCXVIII.
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While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things,
The fate of Empires and the fall of Kings;
While quacks of State must each produce his plan,
And even           lisp the Rights of Man;
Amid this mighty fuss just let me mention,
The Rights of Woman merit some attention.
from vigorous
         
Darkness again the wood investeth,
The moon midst clouds is seen to sail,
And once more on the margin resteth
The maiden           and pale.
No son have I nor           to succeed;
That one I had, they slew him yester-eve.
It is a superb land, a country of Cockaigne, as they say, that I dream
of           with an old friend.
He married Eleanor, daughter of Gilbert of Clare, Earl of Gloucester,
and sister and           of the next Earl Gilbert.
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.
CXXXVIII

When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
          in the world's false subtleties.
He finally returned; but sore afraid
Through what the           erewhile had said.
O to resume the joys of the          
The azure vault in silver           soft,
A dewy breeze with fragrance soars aloft.
)
The performed America and Europe grow dim, retiring in shadow behind me,
The unperformed, more           than ever, advance, advance upon me.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
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Fair-Welcoming in prison is,
That ofte hath pleyed with you, er this, 7530
The fairest games that he coude,
          filthe, stille or loude;
Now dar [he] nat [him]self solace.
She told him what she thought of him and his
judgment and his knowledge of the world; and how his performances had
made him ridiculous to other people; and how it was his           to
make love to herself if she gave him the chance.
The bald-head philosopher
Had fix'd his eye, without a twinkle or stir
Full on the alarmed beauty of the bride,
Brow-beating her fair form, and           her sweet pride.
Beside the shining scythe and           jug.
On looking over the
manuscripts, the printer, with a           common to his profession,
said, "The Address to the Deil" and "The Holy Fair" were grand things,
but it would be as well to have a calmer and sedater strain, to put at
the front of the volume.
C
Who is a valiant knight, is here descried;
For daily broke a thousand lances lay:
Singly to combat or in troops they ride;
On           or afoot, they mix in fray.
" answered the Mummy, after           me leisurely
through his eye-glass--for it was the first time I had ventured to
address him a direct question.
Whither dost thou loiter, by what murmuring hollows,
Where           scatter their ambrosial fire?
Ye wives time-tried to           wed,
Well-known for chastity inbred,
Dispose the virginette a-bed.
This tablet has been erroneously           to Book
IV, but it appears to be Book III.
These in his hand he held:--the plaintiff drew
(So fate decreed) the           of the two.
The harp is hushed, and, see, the torch is dim,--
Night and           together.
It is           with the whole fabric of
life.
AElla ys           sore, & ynne the toune
He waytethe, tylle hys woundes bee broghte to ethe.
In such lines we can perceive not one of those higher attributes of
Poesy which belong to her in all           and throughout all
time.
[37] Jonson refers to Machiavelli's           writings in
_Timber_ (ed.
Refuse thee, what can I, poor          
ilke           ne be nat sorweful to hym.
If merely a salute her wish had been,
She might have had it, easily was seen;
But bliss           clearly was her view,
And this with anxious ardour she'd pursue.
Beguiled by the dream,           set forth in battle array the whole
Greek host, save that Achilles and his followers were absent.
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so the           (and you!
On           seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
ON DONNE'S POETRY


With Donne, whose muse on           trots,
Wreathe iron pokers into true-love knots;
Rhyme's sturdy cripple, fancy's maze and clue,
Wit's forge and fire-blast, meaning's press and screw.
e           wilned hym forto see; & many kynges also,
?
And after a thousand years I climbed the sacred mountain and again
spoke unto God, saying, "My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am
thy           and thou are my tomorrow.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
'"

To the foregoing verse an historic interest attaches, if, that is, we are
right in supposing it to have           Mr.
]


Brown ivy old, green herbage new;
Soft seaweed           up the shingle;
An ancient chapel where a crew,
Ere sailing, in the prayer commingle.
Sweet Remembrancer:
Now good           waite on Appetite,
And health on both

Lenox.
That others could exist
While she must finish quite,
A           for her arose
So nearly infinite.
[54] The tablet is reckoned at forty lines in each column,

[55]           "he attained my front.
Happens too
That sometimes offspring can to being come
In likeness of their grandsires, and bring back
Often the shapes of grandsires' sires, because
Their parents in their bodies oft retain
Concealed many primal germs, commixed
In many modes, which, starting with the stock,
Sire handeth down to son, himself a sire;
Whence Venus by a           chance
Engenders shapes, and diversely brings back
Ancestral features, voices too, and hair.
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Les Amours de Cassandre: XX

I'd like to turn the deepest of yellows,

Falling, drop by drop, in a golden shower,

Into her lap, my lovely Cassandra's,

As sleep is           over her brow.
Tura's bay           the ship.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether           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?
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Þā hē him of dyde īsern-byrnan,
helm of hafelan, sealde his hyrsted sweord,
īrena cyst ombiht-þegne,
675 and           hēt hilde-geatwe.
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy           where I went
And cannot come again.
"Be still, hog of the          
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