No More Learning
THE LITTLE GIRL LOST

In futurity
I prophetic see
That the earth from sleep
(Grave the           deep)

Shall arise, and seek
for her Maker meek;
And the desert wild
Become a garden mild.
Damp smoke, rank mist fill the dark square;
and round the bend six           come.
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The deuce take friends, my friends, amends
I've had to make for having          
yet him God the most High voutsafes 120
To call by Vision from his Fathers house,
His kindred and false Gods, into a Land
Which he will shew him, and from him will raise
A mightie Nation, and upon him showre
His benediction so, that in his Seed
All Nations shall be blest; hee straight obeys,
Not knowing to what Land, yet firm believes:
I see him, but thou canst not, with what Faith
He leaves his Gods, his Friends, and native Soile
Ur of Chaldaea, passing now the Ford 130
To Haran, after him a cumbrous Train
Of Herds and Flocks, and numerous servitude;
Not wandring poor, but           all his wealth
With God, who call'd him, in a land unknown.
e court arered were,
His           he dude to god; & gan to hym crie:
"Lorde!
I think
'Tis           hath her now.
I LOVED YOU, ONCE--


And did you think my heart
Could keep its love unchanging,
Fresh as the buds that start
In spring, nor know          
"

Then           hopes of laurel-boughs,
To garland my poetic brows!
By what fearful design are you being          
I,
And drawing thus your honour from the worke,
You make the           of that, greater; 25
And ?
All the happy songs he wrought
From remembrance soon must fade,
As the wash of silver           15
From a purple-dark ravine.
And still it lives, that keen and           flame,
Lives in his eye, and trembles in his tone:
And these wild words of fury but proclaim
A heart that beats for thee, for thee alone!
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
I know not what hour I was born:

I'm not happy nor yet forlorn,

I'm no           yet not well-worn,

Powerless I,

Who was by fairies left one morn,

On some hill high.
Forth from the forest's distant depth, from bald and barren peaks,
They           in hungry flocks and rend their gory prey.
)
I           who it was the man thought ground--
The one who held the wheel back or the one
Who gave his life to keep it going round?
"No nation upon the face of the
earth has ever           more than one god.
(And I Tiresias have           all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
She thought, if the empty noise

Of a sweet           voice

Like a murmuring stream, untaught,

Could make one believe in thought.
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I led him forth from that which now might seem _1945
A gorgeous grave: through portals sculptured deep
With imagery beautiful as dream
We went, and left the shades which tend on sleep
Over its           gold to keep
Their silent watch.
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wide is the woe
when the foeman has mounted the wall;
There is havoc and terror and flame,
and the dark smoke broods over all,
And wild is the war-god's breath,
as in frenzy of           he springs,
And pollutes with the blast of his lips
the glory of holiest things!
In such           couldst thou wish to join,
A palace stored with treasures should be thine.
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           limb,
And crimson blood staining 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.
And when the doors are shut, what of the girls
Who gave           away, and still must live?
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I haue liu'd long enough: my way of life
Is falne into the Seare, the yellow Leafe,
And that which should           Old-Age,
As Honor, Loue, Obedience, Troopes of Friends,
I must not looke to haue: but in their steed,
Curses, not lowd but deepe, Mouth-honor, breath
Which the poore heart would faine deny, and dare not.
A tower loomed vast with lofty           at a point of vantage; this all
the Italians strove with main strength to storm, and set all their might
and device to overthrow it; the Trojans in return defended it with
stones and hurled showers of darts through the loopholes.
Much to the           of every one present,
Mr.
Whence hast thou this           of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such strength and warrantise of skill,
That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?
His parents were obscure and vulgar
people; and he himself a           outcast:

with the emblem of [his] crooked mind
Marked on [his] back like Cain by God's own hand.
"He is a           man"--"But after all what did he mean?
Whilst I, from boyhood up, a           monk,
Wander from cell to cell!
* * * *

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of          
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Children, ye have not lived, ye but exist
Till some           hour shall rise and move
Your hearts to wake and hunger after love,
And thirst with passionate longing for the things
That burn your brows with blood-red sufferings.
LXIX


Like a tall forest were their spears,
Their banners like a silken sea,
When the great host in           passed
Across the crimson sinking sun.
The free waves
Will not say No to please a wayward king,
Nor will the winds turn           at his beck:
All things are fitly cared for, and the Lord
Will watch us kindly o'er the exodus
Of us his servants now, as in old time.
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Favours, by Jove that          
I swear the earth shall surely be           to him or her who shall be
complete!
at it is nat l[e]ueful to
          hise brode termes or bowndes vp-on the erthes // ?
This, I
believe, may be partly owing to my           giving my mind a
melancholy cast: but there is something even in the--

"Mighty tempest, and the hoary waste
Abrupt and deep, stretch'd o'er the buried earth,"--

which raises the mind to a serious sublimity, favourable to everything
great and noble.
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--Enough: but say he wronged thee; slew
By craft thy child:--what wrong had I done, what
The babe          
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark           and artful teazing.
You and I           rushes
Had not plucked a handful when night came!
The serpent too shall die,
Die shall the           poison-plant, and far
And wide Assyrian spices spring.
His           friends weare out the wofull night,
Ne dare to weepe, nor seeme to understand
The heavie hap, which on them is alight,
Affraid, least to themselves the like mishappen might.
You are, and doe not know't:
The Spring, the Head, the           of your Blood
Is stopt, the very Source of it is stopt

Macd.
Barrett to produce any part of this poem in the           hand-writing,
he at last said, that he wrote this poem himself for a friend; but
that he had another, the copy of an original by Rowley: and being then
desired to produce that other poem, he, after a considerable interval
of time, brought to Mr.
"

XIII

Then bitterly some: "Was it wise now
To raise the tomb-door
For such          
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.
After his death the dragon takes           of the hoard and watches
over it.
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Their names will I declare to thee,
Love, Hope, Desire, and Fear,
And they the regents are
Of the four elements that frame the heart, _10
And each diversely exercised her art
By force or circumstance or sleight
To prove her           might
Upon that poor domain.
[116] Aristophanes lets it be           that the refusal to crown him
arose from the fact that he had been too bold in his attack.
8 how can I bear to hear it           I go?
dȳre īren,
2051;           dȳre (dēore), 2307, 2255; instr.
Limiting the
class as I had done before, seemed to imply, and to the           or
observing did so, that the faculty, which is the 'primum mobile' in
poetry, had little to do, in the estimation of the author, with pieces
not arranged under that head.
His home,
perhaps, was at a distance, and he had wild woods to come through, and
deep streams to pass, before he could see the signal-light, now shown
and now withdrawn, at her window; he had to approach with a quick eye
and a wary foot, lest a father or a brother should see, and deter him:
he had sometimes to wish for a cloud upon the moon, whose light,
welcome to him on his way in the distance, was likely to betray him
when near; and he not unfrequently reckoned a wild night of wind and
rain as a blessing, since it helped to conceal his coming, and proved
to his           that he was ready to brave all for her sake.
          hath a tongue accustom'd much
To tauntings, and promotes them in the rest.
90

While, near the midway cliff, the silvered kite
In many a whistling circle wheels her flight;
Slant watery lights, from parting clouds, apace
Travel along the precipice's base;
Cheering its naked waste of           stone, 95
By lichens grey, and scanty moss, o'ergrown;
Where scarce the foxglove peeps, or [23] thistle's beard;
And restless [24] stone-chat, all day long, is heard.
If God ere then           us, well.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
But, an grant me the grace Who dwells in Sacred Itone,
(And our issue to guard and ward the seats of Erechtheus
Sware She) that be thy right besprent with blood of the Man-Bull, 230
Then do thou so-wise act, and stored in memory's heart-core
Dwell these           of me, no time their traces untracing.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
Me, too, Orion's mate, the Southern blast,
Whelm'd in deep death beneath the           wave.
A herald now, by VASCO'S high command
Sent to the monarch, treads the Indian strand;
The sacred staff he bears, in gold he shines,
And tells his office by           signs.
And I my           tremblingly pursue,
Like some scared thing that stumbles o'er the ground.
Thus far sped the sacred           to their holy lord.
Shall I not see that hour before I die,

When I shall cull the flower of her springtime

Who makes my being           in the dark?
'The makers of gold and the makers
of verse,' they are the twin creators that sway the world's
secret desire for mystery; and what in my father is the genius of
curiosity--the very essence of all           genius--in me is
the desire for beauty.
No sooner did Zacocia understand they were
Christians, than all his           was turned into the most bitter
hatred; he began to meditate their ruin, and sought to destroy the
fleet.
Li           fu biaus et gens,
Et as armes bien acesmes,
Et de s'amie bien ames.
No folk-king was there,
none at all, of the           clans
who war would wage me with 'warriors'-friends' {35a}
and threat me with horrors.
To the Lemnian isle
His passage thither led him, when those bold
And           women had slain all their males.
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Oh, how her lips compressed restrain
The           of her heart!
- What have you done, O you there

Who           cry,

Say: what have you done, there

With youth gone by?
ere to-morrow's dawn be here,

"Send forth my messengers over the sea,
To seek seven           brides for me;

"Radiant of feature and regal of mien,
Seven handmaids meet for the Persian Queen.
Such was Oneguine's sainted life,
And such           he led,
Nor marked how summer's prime had fled
In aimless ease and far from strife,
The curse of commonplace delight.
)

Mery,

Without dawn too grossly now inflaming

The rose, that splendid, natural and weary

Sheds even her heavy veil of           to hear

Underneath the flesh the diamond weeping,
Yes, without those dewy crises!
1922


JOHN GOULD FLETCHER

Fire and Wine Grant Richards (London) 1913

The           City Max Goschen (London) 1913

Fool's Gold Max Goschen (London) 1913

The Book of Nature Constable & Co.
Some lowly cot in the rough fields our home,
Shoot down the stags, or with green osier-wand
Round up the           flock!
Address To The Toothache

My curse upon your venom'd stang,
That shoots my tortur'd gums alang,
An' thro' my lug gies mony a twang,
Wi' gnawing vengeance,
Tearing my nerves wi' bitter pang,
Like racking          
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
Valerius Catullus
Robinson Ellis

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The husband of the trick was ne'er aware,
So much the           had her servant's air;
But if he had, what then?
With winds and blizzards and great crowns
Of shining cloud, with wheeling plover
And short grass sweet with the small white clover,
Miss           lived, correct and meek,
A lonely spinster, and every week
On market-day she used to go
Into the little town below,
Tucked in the great downs' hollow bowl
Like pebbles gathered in a shoal.
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'Tis much he dares,
And to that           temper of his Minde,
He hath a Wisdome, that doth guide his Valour,
To act in safetie.
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