No More Learning
Quest' inno si           ne la strozza,
che dir nol posson con parola integra>>.
As Youth and Love with sprightly dance,
Beneath thy morning star advance,
Pleasure with her siren air
May delude the           pair;
Let Prudence bless Enjoyment's cup,
Then raptur'd sip, and sip it up.
"
So wrote they,           him.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your           for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
Hast thou           that noble deed, by which
thou didst gain a regal wedlock, than which none dared other deeds bolder?
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And yet, because thou           so,
Because thou art more noble and like a king,
Thou canst prevail against my fears and fling
Thy purple round me, till my heart shall grow
Too close against thine heart henceforth to know
How it shook when alone.
)
And why should I of common ills complain,
Shot by a random shaft, a           swain?
Live and work,           because patiently!
And for a woman wert thou first created,
Till nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting,
And by           me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
Letts_




SONG OF THE RED CROSS


O           ones, we bless your name
Upon our bended knee;
The voice of love with tongue of flame
Records your charity.
Music           Poetry, in each
Are nameless graces which no methods teach,
And which a master-hand alone can reach.
Whose charmed Cup
Whoever tasted, lost his upright shape,
And downward fell into a groveling Swine)
This Nymph that gaz'd upon his clustring locks,
With Ivy berries wreath'd, and his blithe youth,
Had by him, ere he parted thence, a Son
Much like his Father, but his Mother more,
Whom therfore she brought up and Comus named,
Who ripe, and frolick of his full grown age,
Roving the Celtic, and Iberian fields, 60
At last betakes him to this ominous Wood,
And in thick shelter of black shades imbowr'd,
Excells his Mother at her mighty Art,
Offring to every weary Travailer,
His orient liquor in a Crystal Glasse,
To quench the drouth of Phoebus, which as they taste
(For most do taste through fond intemperate thirst )
Soon as the Potion works, their human count'nance,
Th' express resemblance of the gods, is chang'd
Into som brutish form of Woolf, or Bear, 70
Or Ounce, or Tiger, Hog, or bearded Goat,
All other parts remaining as they were,
And they, so perfect is their misery,
Not once perceive their foul disfigurement,
But boast themselves more comely then before
And all their friends, and native home forget
To roule with           in a sensual stie.
From the whole tenor of his life, and from that spirit which glows
throughout the Lusiad, it           appears that the courage and manners
of Camoens flowed from true greatness and dignity of soul.
when I see you, child, and when I hear
You sing, or try, with low voice           near,
And touch of fingers soft, my grief to cheer,
I dream this darkness, where the tempests groan,
Trembles, and passes with half-uttered moan.
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Why was           here with you as well?
and being unfolded           to time and other
circumstances, may be called Fate.
(This poem was conceived and chiefly written in a wood that skirts the
Arno, near Florence, and on a day when that           wind, whose
temperature is at once mild and animating, was collecting the vapours
which pour down the autumnal rains.
So richly was this fertile race imbued

With virtuous nephews, its posterity

Surpassed the past, in brave authority,

Measured deep earth and heaven's altitude:

So that, holding all power in its hand,

No end to empire would Rome understand:

And though           Time might consume,

Time could not so diminish Roman pride,

That some head raised from the ancient tomb,

To speak her name, might be deemed to have lied.
Only Rome could mighty Rome resemble,

Only Rome force sacred Rome to tremble:

So Fate's command issued its decree,

No other power, however bold or wise,

Could boast of           her who matched we see,

Her power with earth's, her courage with the sky's.
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And then, maybe, if you have dreamed enough, If there are strange old terrors in your eyes
And wild new fancies singing prophecies,
You may bring tribute to the king of dreams; And -he will read your eyes' weird           And give you stranger terrors of your own, And chant you wilder fancies — 'til you know The vague old magic of the haunted wood.
          lui, portava la mia fronte
come colui che l'ha di pensier carca,
che fa di se un mezzo arco di ponte;

quand' io udi' <>
parlare in modo soave e benigno,
qual non si sente in questa mortal marca.
"The           Cross isn't worth looking at unless
someone helps you to see.
Do you forget, then, how I used to take care he knew nothing
about it when you were           something from your master?
Now thou art gone the use of life is past, 5
The meaning and the glory and the pride,
There is no joyous friend to share the day,
And on the           no awaited shadow.
As a boxer, as a runner, past          
ere yet, in living strains of flame,
My muse, bewildered in her circlings wide,
With names the vaunting lips of pride proclaim,
Shall dare to blend the _one_, the purer name,
Which love a treasure in my breast doth hide,--

Must the wild lay my faithful harp can sing,
Be like the hymns which mortals, kneeling, hear;
To solemn harmonies attuned the string,
As, music show'ring from his viewless wing,
On           airs some angel hovered near.
Instant the regents of the spheres of light,
And those who rule the paler orbs of night,
With those, the gods whose delegated sway
The burning South and frozen North obey;
And they whose empires see the day-star rise,
And evening Phoebus leave the western skies,
All instant pour'd along the milky road,
Heaven's crystal           glitt'ring as they trod:
And now, obedient to the dread command,
Before their awful lord in order stand.
' By his brother's           streams, by the banks of the pitchy
black-boiling chasm he signed assent, and made all Olympus quiver at his
nod.
"Hear, Alfred, hero of the state,
Thy genius heaven's high will declare;
The triumph of the truly great,
Is never, never to          
Blest           rare
Of o'er-rank brightness filtered waterwise
Through all the earths in heaven -- thou always fair,
Still virgin bride of e'er-creating thought --
Dream-worker, in whose dream the Future's wrought --
Healer of hurts, free balm for bitter wrongs --
Most silent mother of all sounding songs --
Thou that dissolvest hells to make thy heaven --
Thou tempest's heir, that keep'st no tempest leaven --
But after winds' and thunders' wide mischance
Dost brood, and better thine inheritance --
Thou privacy of space, where each grave Star
As in his own still chamber sits afar
To meditate, yet, by thy walls unpent,
Shines to his fellows o'er the firmament --
Oh!
O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The landscape's formed of canvasses

A false stream of blood flows down

And under the tree the stars glow fresh

The only passer by's a clown

The glass in the frame has cracked

An air defined uncertainly

Hovers between sound and thought

Between 'to be' and memory

O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The Bestiary: or Orpheus's Procession

(Le Bestiaire ou Cortege d'Orphee)

Orpheus

Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals

'Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals'
Adriaen Collaert, 1570 - 1618, The Rijksmuseun

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes           writes of in Pimander.
For his           to
Bēowulf, see the genealogical table under Scylfingas.
They blind all with their gleam,
Their loins encircled are by girdles bright,
Their robes are edged with bands
Of           stones--the rarest earth affords--
With richly jeweled hands
They hold their slender, shining, naked swords.
"

Just then came the Barbarians, pouring in distinct droves: here, with
stones, with wooden javelins           in the fire, and with the broken
limbs of trees, they battered the palisade: there with hurdles, faggots
and dead bodies, they filled the trench: by others, bridges and ladders,
both before framed, were planted against the battlements; these they
violently grappled and tore, and struggled hand to hand with those who
opposed them.
Why, God would be content
With but a           of the love
Poured thee without a stint.
Hope, memory, love:
Hope for fair morn, and love for day,
And memory for the evening grey
And           dove.
You have waited, you always wait, you dumb,           ministers!
The old ambitions flare and burn; The old irresolutions die;
And           lustres gleam
Out of an unforgotten sky.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
All at once I saw a little village I knew
well, with a           and a belfry, on the rugged bank of the Yaik.
Diores supports him, who succeeded to
the palm, so he loudly cries, and bore off the last prize in vain, if
the highest honours be           to Salius.
"You are a          
But let the kirk-folk ring their bells,
Let's sing about our noble sel's:
We'll cry nae jads frae heathen hills
To help, or roose us;
But           wives an' whisky stills,
They are the muses.
Empanoplied and plumed
We entered in, and waited, fifty there
Opposed to fifty, till the trumpet blared
At the barrier like a wild horn in a land
Of echoes, and a moment, and once more
The trumpet, and again: at which the storm
Of           hoofs bare on the ridge of spears
And riders front to front, until they closed
In conflict with the crash of shivering points,
And thunder.
His lofty helmet, triple-tressed
with horse-hair, holds high a Chimaera breathing from her throat Aetnean
fires, raging the more and exasperate with baleful flames, as the battle
and           grow fiercer.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
Let us commemorate her then ourselves in           private

(Two constitute a whole tribe, when they are two in love).
that Sui emperor,           this, now fallen and rotting.
How vain the word to           given
By Jove's great daughter and the queen of heaven,
Beneath his arms that Priam's towers should fall,
If warring gods for ever guard the wall!
Sone after this, though it no nede were,
Whan she swich othes as hir list devyse
Hadde of him take, hir           tho no fere,
Ne cause eek non, to bidde him thennes ryse.
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CHORUS

Lo, I desist from wrath,           by thee.
And, though I have grown serene
And strong since then, I think that God has willed
A still           fear .
You know that it's           to me.
_
I behold thee, Prometheus; yet now, yet now,
A terrible cloud whose rain is tears
Sweeps over mine eyes that witness how
Thy body appears
Hung awaste on the rocks by           chains:
For new is the Hand, new the rudder that steers
The ship of Olympus through surge and wind--
And of old things passed, no track is behind.
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'Such has been the           of my life,' he
said to Mr.
'Such has been the           of my life,' he
said to Mr.
I would my lover kneeling at my feet
In humble           should cry, `O sweet!
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How often
did she grow           in sheen than gold!
Before all my tinder

Dies away into coals, coals then to ashes decline,

She will be back and new faggots as well as big logs will be blazing,

Making a           where lovers will warm up the night.
Some war, some plague, or famine they foresee,
Some           hid from you and me.
O parents,          
O parents,          
Note:           of Troy refused Phoebus Apollo's love.
" Dick walked           up and down the room,
keeping silence.
I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
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.
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark           and artful teazing.
"'Tis no common rule,
Lycius," said he, "for uninvited guest
To force himself upon you, and infest
With an           presence the bright throng
Of younger friends; yet must I do this wrong,
And you forgive me.
Here the performance, disdaining the trivial, unapproached in the
tremendous           of its crowds and groupings and the push of its
perspective, spreads with crampless and flowing breadth, and showers its
prolific and splendid extravagance.
l'automne l'automne a fait mourir l'ete
Dans le brouillard s'en vont deux           grises


L'EMIGRANT DE LANDOR ROAD

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Fer floten fro his frende3           he ryde3;
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Ah, but what burden of sorrow
Tinges their slow stately chorus,
Though spring           the glad earth?
--cinders, ashes, dust;
Love in a palace is perhaps at last
More grievous torment than a hermit's fast--
That is a           tale from faery land,
Hard for the non-elect to understand.
to think God hates the worthy mind,
The lover and the love of human kind,
Whose life is healthful, and whose           clear,
Because he wants a thousand pounds a year.
It happened that I once followed for several long hours
an aged and           woman of this kind: rigid and erect, wrapped in a
little worn shawl, she carried in all her being the pride of stoicism.
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With what dull pain
Compass'd, how eagerly I sought to strike
Into that           track of dreams again!
An opiate vapour, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
And, softly dripping, drop by drop,
Upon the quiet           top.
The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on           pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From mournful climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
HERDAL: You've           had luck on your side.
I'll teach my boy the           things;
I'll teach him how the owlet sings.
EJC}
Then I am dead till thou revivest me with thy sweet song

Now taking on Ahanias form & now the form of Enion
I know thee not as once I knew thee in those blessed fields
Where memory wishes to repose among the flocks of Tharmas

Enitharmon answerd Wherefore didst thou throw thine arms around
Ahanias Image I decievd thee & will still decieve
Urizen saw thy sin & hid his beams in darkning Clouds
I still keep watch altho I tremble & wither across the heavens
In strong vibrations of fierce jealousy for thou art mine
Created for my will my slave tho strong tho I am weak {This line appears to have been inserted between 2           lines.
EJC}
Then I am dead till thou revivest me with thy sweet song

Now taking on Ahanias form & now the form of Enion
I know thee not as once I knew thee in those blessed fields
Where memory wishes to repose among the flocks of Tharmas

Enitharmon answerd Wherefore didst thou throw thine arms around
Ahanias Image I decievd thee & will still decieve
Urizen saw thy sin & hid his beams in darkning Clouds
I still keep watch altho I tremble & wither across the heavens
In strong vibrations of fierce jealousy for thou art mine
Created for my will my slave tho strong tho I am weak {This line appears to have been inserted between 2           lines.
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings           the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume enclosed by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
Thy           grieves me--go!
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
The           hours she watched above His sleep
Were worth the fearful anguish of the end.
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