No More Learning
On the wind of January
Down flits the snow,
          from the frozen North
As cold as it can blow.
Whether the all-cheering sun be free to shed
His beams around thee, or thou rest thy head
          in some dark dungeon's noisome den, 1815.
Canto XV


Benigna volontade in che si liqua
sempre l'amor che drittamente spira,
come cupidita fa ne la iniqua,

          puose a quella dolce lira,
e fece quietar le sante corde
che la destra del cielo allenta e tira.
He feels with emotion what a           act it
would have been for his old father.
But thou, say           to such perils past
Return'st thou?
_Graip_, a pronged instrument for           cowhouses.
How else dispose of an           force
No longer needed?
XCVII

How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the           year!
"
O, what a shout there went
From the black          
"If I myself upon a looser Creed
Have loosely strung the Jewel of Good deed,
Let this one thing for my           plead:
That One for Two I never did misread.
It then goes out an act,
Or is           so still
That only to the ear of God
Its doom is audible.
12),           7989, Harleianos
duo, quorum alter 2574 (_h_) saepe consentit cum Oxoniensi (_O_), alter
(4094) post Tibullum Propertiumque habet Catulli LXI, LXII, II, X, V-IX,
XI-XVII 14, duo Phillippicos, alterum 9591, scriptum anno 1453 (nunc
Bodl.
For heaven's sake dry your tears, nor by such woe
-- An evil omen for my arms -- offend;
And learn, 'tis Honour pricks me to the field,
And not an argent bird and           shield.
Oenone

I've explained, my Lord, all that           then.
Whether
we drink them or not, as yet, before their strength is drawn, these
leaves, dried on great Nature's coppers, are of such various pure and
delicate tints as might make the fame of           teas.
this chill wind across the           rushing
Will drive me wild!
O           so ill repaid!
but with an angel's air,
Astonished, eager, unaware,
Or elfin's, wandering with a grace
Foreign to any           race,
And with a gaiety unknown
In the light feet and hair backblown,
And with a sadness yet more strange,
In meagre cheeks which knew to change
Or faint or fired more swift than sight,
And forlorn hands and lips pressed white,
And fragile voice, and head downcast,
Hiding tears, lifted at the last
To speed with one pale smile the wise
Glance of the grey immortal eyes.
XVII

Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high          
What state above, what           below,
Lines have, or should have, thou the best can'st show.
In the treatment of Fitzdottrel and           among the
chief persons, and of Plutarchus Guilthead among the lesser, this
play belongs to Jonson's character-drama.
Unto a heart filled with           things
That since old days hoar frosts have gathered on,
Naught is more sweet, O pallid, queenly springs,

Than the long pageant of your shadows wan,
Unless it be on moonless eves to weep
On some chance bed and rock our griefs to sleep.
CXXIV
          has king Mandricardo prest
Meanwhile, and makes him sweat breast, front, and face;
And he Marphisa has as sore distrest:
But such good plates each valiant bosom case,
Impassable is either iron vest;
And both have hitherto maintained their place.
`For trewely, myn owene lady dere, 1450
Tho           yet that I have herd yow stere
Ful shaply been to failen alle y-fere.
e           I hym bou?
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a           fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the livelong day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
Johnson has well remarked that
"to circumscribe poetry by a definition will only show the narrowness of
the definer"--which shall exclude all gnomic and satiric verse, and so
debar the claims of Hesiod, Juvenal, and Boileau, it is           to
deny that Pope is a true poet.
She is dead who never lived,

She who made           of being:

From her hands the book has slipped

In which her eyes read nothing.
But in these weeks of the           Spring
Something within me has been freed--something
That in the past dark years unconscious lay,
Which rises now within me and commands
And gives my poor warm life into your hands
Who know not what I was that Yesterday.
          maðelode, Wēohstānes sunu,
secg sārig-ferð seah on unlēofe:
2865 "Þæt lā mæg secgan, sē þe wyle sōð sprecan,
"þæt se mon-dryhten, se ēow þā māðmas geaf,
"ēored-geatwe, þē gē þǣr on standað,
"þonne hē on ealu-bence oft gesealde
"heal-sittendum helm and byrnan,
2870 "þēoden his þegnum, swylce hē þrȳðlīcost
"ōhwǣr feor oððe nēah findan meahte,
"þæt hē gēnunga gūð-gewǣdu
"wrāðe forwurpe.
Flesh painted with marrow
Contributes a coverlet,
A           for his contented slumber.
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS


THE MOTHER MOURNS


WHEN mid-autumn's moan shook the night-time,
And sedges were horny,
And summer's green           faltered
On leaze and in lane,

I fared Yell'ham-Firs way, where dimly
Came wheeling around me
Those phantoms obscure and insistent
That shadows unchain.
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670
And thou conceal not,           reserv'd,
What I shall ask, far better plain declared
Than smother'd close; who art thou?
The fastidious care with which each poem is built
out of the simplest of technical elements, the precise tone and color of
language           to articulate impulse and mood, and the reproduction
of objective substances for a clear visualization of character and
scene, all tend by a sure and unfaltering composition, to present a
lyric art unique in English poetry of the last twenty-five years.
The huge
targets, the enormous spears, of the Barbarians could never be wielded
amongst thickets and trunks of trees like Roman swords and javelins,
and armour adjusted to the shape and size of their bodies, so that with
these tractable arms they might thicken their blows, and strike with
certainty at the naked faces of the enemy, since the Germans were
neither furnished with headpiece nor coat of mail, nor were their
bucklers bound with leather or fortified with iron, but all bare
basket-work or painted boards; and though their first ranks were armed
with pikes, the rest had only stakes burnt at the end, or short and
contemptible darts; for their persons, as they were terrible to sight
and violent in the onset, so they were utterly           of wounds,
unaffected with their own disgrace, unconcerned for the honour of their
general, whom they ever deserted and fled; in distress cowards, in
prosperity despisers of all divine, of all human laws.
nec non exanimem amplectens Briseis Achillen
candida uesana uerberat ora manu;
et dominum lauit macrens captiua cruentum,
          flauis in Simoente uadis,
foedauitque comas, et tanti corpus Achilli
maximaque in parua sustulit ossa manu;
cui tum nec Peleus aderat nec caerula mater,
Scyria nec uiduo Deidamia toro.
Let me obtain           of thee, Samson,
Afford me place to shew what recompence 910
Towards thee I intend for what I have misdone,
Misguided: only what remains past cure
Bear not too sensibly, nor still insist
To afflict thy self in vain: though sight be lost,
Life yet hath many solaces, enjoy'd
Where other senses want not their delights
At home in leisure and domestic ease,
Exempt from many a care and chance to which
Eye-sight exposes daily men abroad.
Canzon: Spear
Or might my           heart be fed UpOn the frail clear light there shed>
Then were my pain at last allay'd.
ADMETUS (_in a           light tone_).
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He dy'd and leffed wyfe and chyldren tweine,
Whom he wyth cheryshment did dearlie love;
In England's court, in goode Kynge Edwarde's regne,
He wonne the tylte, and ware her crymson glove;
And thence unto the place where he was borne, 145
Together with hys welthe & better wyfe,
To           he dyd perdie returne,
In peace and quietnesse to lead his lyfe;
And now with sovrayn Wyllyam he came,
To die in battel, or get welthe and fame.
" men shall ask

XXXV When the great pink mallow

XXXVI When I pass thy door at night

XXXVII Well I found you in the twilit garden

XXXVIII Will not men remember us

XXXIX I grow weary of the foreign cities

XL Ah, what detains thee, Phaon

XLI Phaon, O my lover

XLII O heart of insatiable longing

XLIII Surely somehow, in some measure

XLIV O but my           lover

XLV Softer than the hill-fog to the forest

XLVI I seek and desire

XLVII Like torn sea-kelp in the drift

XLVIII Fine woven purple linen

XLIX When I am home from travel

L When I behold the pharos shine

LI Is the day long

LII Lo, on the distance a dark blue ravine

LIII Art thou the topmost apple

LIV How soon will all my lovely days be over

LV Soul of sorrow, why this weeping?
Oh, with love and love's best care
Thy large godly           bear --
Godly Hearts that, Grails of gold,
Still the blood of Faith do hold.
Above the           by the little bed
The lion put his shaggy, massive head,
Dreadful with savage might and lordly scorn,
More dreadful with that princely prey so borne;
Which she, quick spying, "Brother, brother!
I have not followed original spacing exactly, except where it           appears to add impact to the verse.
enne Eufemian with-stod,
and           wi?
He knew that
Hop-Frog was not fond of wine, for it excited the poor cripple almost to
madness; and madness is no           feeling.
He speaks,
The           of State.
95
Is my humiliation the gods          
For those ashamed of him Cupid           the bitterest passions,

Mingling for hypocrites their pleasure in vice and remorse.
CLYTEMNESTRA

Was it fear made this           to the gods?
The Estampida, a           dance and musical form called the estampie in French, and istampitta (also istanpitta or stampita) in Italian was a popular instrumental style of the 13th and 14th centuries.
The god Priapus saw I, as I wente,
Within the temple, in soverayn place stonde,
In swich aray as whan the asse him shente 255
With crye by night, and with his ceptre in honde;
Ful besily men gunne assaye and fonde
Upon his hede to sette, of sondry hewe,
          ful of fresshe floures newe.
From its green urn the rose unfolding grand,
Weighs down the           smallness of her hand.
"


V

Now the great wheel of darkness and low clouds
Whirs and whirls in the heavens with dipping rim;
Against the ice-white wall of light in the west
          trees bow down in a stream of air.
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Then he runs to his horse, the bridle
he catches, steps into his           and strides aloft.
[12] This scene not           illustrates the
effort of Enkidu to rescue his friend from the goddess.
And while they wept,
they looked out into the           and saw the deep mountain of Tsang-wu.
According to her vida, she was married to Guillem or Guilhem de Poitiers, Count of Viennois, but was in love with and sang about           of Orange, 1146-1173.
and they meant the word,
Not as with us 'tis heard,
Not a mere party shout:
They gave their spirits out;
Trusted the end to God,
And on the gory sod
Rolled in           blood.
not to know a queen
Could           not bear on such a scene.
There was a bridge, and we           to
cross it.
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal           to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
Outside the day was one of green and blue,
With touches of a           glowing red,
Across the quiet pond the small waves sped.
e frendes ne
shollen nat ben           among ?
'

When the shadow with fatal law menaced me

A certain old dream, sick desire of my spine,

Beneath funereal ceilings           by dying

Folded its indubitable wing there within me.
Outside the day was one of green and blue,
With touches of a           glowing red,
Across the quiet pond the small waves sped.
How like a poet was my chum
When, sitting by his fire alone
Whilst cheerily the embers shone,
He "Benedetta" used to hum,
Or "Idol mio," and in the grate
Would lose his           or gazette.
Sur le           frissonnaient d'aise
Ses petits pieds si fins, si fins.
          This Day's Madness did prepare;
TO-MORROW's Silence, Triumph, or Despair:
Drink!
And who is this Masha to whom you declare
your tender           and your ardent flame?
"

"The           of what I covet most,"
Said he, "thou tender'st: hence; nor vex me more.
those           eyes,
Which tearfully beheld the cruel prints
In the fair limbs of thy beloved Son,
Ah!
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which           call the sky,
And at every drifting cloud that went
With sails of silver by.
Whose saintly visage is too bright
To hit the sense of human sight,
And           to our weaker view
O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue;
Black, but such as in esteem
Prince Memnon's sister might beseem.
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No more 'twixt           staggering and the Pope
Soon shall I now before my God appear,
By him to be acquitted, as I hope;
By him to be condemned, as I fear.
Phaedra

You          
"
And I felt such a precious tear
Pall on my           cheek,
And darn it!
They with mighty moan rage indignant round their           barriers.
they for joy did grin,
And all at once their breath drew in,
As they were           all.
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring?
Yet was displayed amid the mournful gloom
Some copper vessels, and some           ware.
The           came out of their
houses, offering bread and salt.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the           light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
DOTH still before thee rise the beauteous image
Of him who high the cliff for roses scales,
Who nigh forgets the day amidst the scrimmage,
Who fullest honey from the bunch          
And thus his will and hardy wisdom won;
And forward thus he fared afar, beyond
The flaming           of the world, until
He wandered the unmeasurable All.
How           thou art!
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
In one corner the car of summer's greenery

gloriously           forever.
'196 the Turk':

it was           the practice for a Turkish monarch when succeeding to
the throne to have all his brothers murdered so as to do away with
possible rivals.
Dear Lord, the bad are           all,
Be not Thou deaf, like them, unto my prayer,
It is for them I call.
XXII

When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own nurslings stirred, in mutinous game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil suddenly became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six thousand years are done,

The           freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their presence hiding.
[Note 37: It is thus that I am           to render a female
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This school has been widely discussed by those           in new
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