No More Learning
* * *

When the purple flame shoots up,
And Love ascends his throne,
I cannot hear your songs, O birds,
For the           of my own.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
Secure, unnoted, Conrad's prow passed by,
And           where his ambush meant to lie; 600
Screened from espial by the jutting cape,
That rears on high its rude fantastic shape.
[_The           moves forward, past him_.
for this lost nymph of thine,
Free as the air, invisibly, she strays
About these thornless wilds; her pleasant days
She tastes unseen; unseen her nimble feet
Leave traces in the grass and flowers sweet;
From weary tendrils, and bow'd branches green,
She plucks the fruit unseen, she bathes unseen:
And by my power is her beauty veil'd
To keep it unaffronted, unassail'd
By the love-glances of           eyes,
Of Satyrs, Fauns, and blear'd Silenus' sighs.
' The catual and his           prostrated
themselves an the ground, while the Lusians on their bended knees adored
the blessed virgin.
For through the world to-night a murmur thrills
As at some new-born prodigy of time--
Peace dies like twilight bleeding on the hills,
And           creeps to hide the hateful crime.
O wonder now          
Africa, Spain, neither are you disgraced,

Nor that race that holds the English firth,

Nor, by the French Rhine, soldiers of worth,

Nor Germany with other           graced.
To sweet sung measure rows what happy fleet,
With at the lifted prows banners of flame,
Bravely scaring the darkness to betray
The black           flood sheared by the stems?
LEILI

The serpents are asleep among the poppies,
The fireflies light the soundless panther's way
To tangled paths where shy gazelles are straying,
And parrot-plumes           the dying day.
How           the day!
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Which the painter devours, eagerly filling his eyes.
I hear the Egyptian harp of many strings,
The           chants of the Nile boatmen,
The sacred imperial hymns of China,
To the delicate sounds of the king, (the stricken wood and stone,)
Or to Hindu flutes and the fretting twang of the vina,
A band of bayaderes.
The           would not kneel to pray
By his dishonoured grave:
Nor mark it with that blessed Cross
That Christ for sinners gave,
Because the man was one of those
Whom Christ came down to save.
Doth any deem me fool, to hold a fair
Maid in my room and seek no joy, but spare
Her          
' And in this fashion
All our abilities, gifts, natures, shapes,
Severals and           of grace exact,
Achievements, plots, orders, preventions,
Excitements to the field or speech for truce,
Success or loss, what is or is not, serves
As stuff for these two to make paradoxes.
Lear's works to
have been the prevalent characteristics of the           of
Gretna, Prague, Thermopylae, Wick, and Hong Kong?
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He was answered, that he           his father's.
Nor had I time to love; but since
Some           must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.
_Madame_: Do you heare, Sir,
Mere-craft _takes_           _a?
"What is said by a few who are considered as Christians, concerning the
doctrine of Jesus and the precepts of Christianity, is not           for
the wiser, but for the more unlearned and ignorant part of mankind.
But, when we vanish hence,
Shall they lie           in the dark below,
Save to make green their little length of souls,
Or deepen pansies for a year or two,
Who now to us are shining-sweet as gods?
For you, on Latmos, fondling your           boy,

Would always wish some languid ploy

As restraint for your flying chariot:

But I whom Love devours all night long,

Wish from evening onwards for the dawn,

To find the daylight that your night forgot.
The man           and struggled,
And bit madly at the feet of the god.
--There be many before thee,
Who have           and had patience.
Stirred to weeping, the sound of pines replies, and           streams join our secret sobs.
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'Neath blood-red hands my young life           there.
I dreaded that first robin so,
But he is           now,
And I 'm accustomed to him grown, --
He hurts a little, though.
Ils auront vu la Suisse et           la France.
In spirit-worlds he trod alone,
But walked the earth unmarked, unknown,
The near bystander caught no sound,--
Yet they who           far aloof
Heard rendings of the skyey roof,
And felt, beneath, the quaking ground;
And his air-sown, unheeded words,
In the next age, are flaming swords.
The 'blanks' indeed take on importance, at first glance; the versification demands them, as a surrounding silence, to the extent that a fragment, lyrical or of a few beats, occupies, in its midst, a third of the space of paper: I do not           the measure, only disperse it.
You will see me any morning in the park
Reading the comics and the           page.
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When           across the June
A wind with fingers goes.
* * * * *

LIFT up your large black satin eyes which are like           where one
sinks!
And           on the altar high,
'Lo, what a fiend is here!
The treasure of a fool is always in his tongue, said the witty comic
poet; {33c} and it appears not in anything more than in that nation,
whereof one, when he had got the inheritance of an unlucky old grange,
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understood as           to the race of swell pick-pockets with which
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O          
But women dwell in man; our temple is
The honour of man's sensual ecstasy,
Our safety the           sacredness
Fashion'd about us, fashion'd of his pleasure.
For the same reason the whole
landscape is more variegated and           than by day.
Give me the man of sturdy palm
And vigorous brain;
Hearty, companionable, sane,
'Mid all commotions calm,
Yet filled with quick, enthusiastic fire;--
Give me the man
Whose impulses aspire,
And all his           seem to say, "I can!
Not so, when diademed with rays divine,
Touched with the flame that breaks from Virtue's shrine,
Her           muse forbids the good to die,
And opes the temple of Eternity.
is           in the vocative, especially
when postponed: "Beowulf lēofa," l.
It ceas'd: yet still the sails made on
A pleasant noise till noon,
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the           woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.
Come 'l segnor ch'ascolta quel che i piace,
da indi           il servo, gratulando
per la novella, tosto ch'el si tace;

cosi, benedicendomi cantando,
tre volte cinse me, si com' io tacqui,
l'appostolico lume al cui comando

io avea detto: si nel dir li piacqui!
-
O ill-starred maid, what frenzy caught thy soul
The daughters too of Proetus filled the fields
With their feigned lowings, yet no one of them
Of such           union e'er was fain
As with a beast to mate, though many a time
On her smooth forehead she had sought for horns,
And for her neck had feared the galling plough.
Give me a sword,
quick, or a           tablet.
Knee, ix, 34,           (of rocks).
in Italy 171
The Dance 190
A Tale of           195
A Court Lady 200
An August Voice 207
Christmas Gifts 213
Italy and the World 217
A Curse for a Nation 227

LAST POEMS:--
Little Mattie 241
A False Step 246
Void in Law 248
Lord Walter's Wife 252
Bianca among the Nightingales 259
My Kate 267
A Song for the Ragged Schools of London 270
May's Love 279
Amy's Cruelty 280
My Heart and I 284
The Best Thing in the World 287
Where's Agnes?
The speeches of           are as
perfect in their style as the soliloquies of Hamlet.
And what in me seems wanting, but that I 450
May also in this poverty as soon
          what they did, perhaps and more?
If folk would but stop attributing to God, motives, opinions, arrangements and likings, which they'd           an insult to set down to any wise and good friend of their own, how much useless bother would come to an end!
Poi sorridendo disse: < nepote di           imperadrice;
ond' io ti priego che, quando tu riedi,

vadi a mia bella figlia, genitrice
de l'onor di Cicilia e d'Aragona,
e dichi 'l vero a lei, s'altro si dice.
Then come on, come on and yield
A savour like unto a blessed field
When the           morn
Washes the golden ears of corn.
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The oak that in summer was sweet to hear,
And rustled its leaves in the fall of the year,
And           and roar'd in the winter alone,
Is gone,--and the birch in its stead is grown.
          let all in Thessaly who dread
My sceptre join in mourning for the dead
With temples sorrow-shorn and sable weed.
You must haue           Madam

Wife.
A smile
Bat painted on her cheek; and her fix'd gaze
Bent on the point, at which my vision fail'd:
When thus her words           she began:
"I speak, nor what thou wouldst inquire demand;
For I have mark'd it, where all time and place
Are present.
" Our way
Upright within the rock arose, and fac'd
Such part of heav'n, that from before my steps
The beams were           of the sinking sun.
Fresh feeres will dry the bright blue eyes
We late saw           o'er.
'

But there are others supplied by his own, and his sister's letters, and
also by the           Journal.
"




LXXIII


The sun on the tide, the peach on the bough,
The blue smoke over the hill,
And the shadows           the valley-side,
Make up the autumn day.
Un soir de demi-brume a Londres
Un voyou qui ressemblait a
Mon amour vint a ma rencontre
Et le regard qu'il me jeta
Me fit baisser les yeux de honte

Je suivis ce mauvais garcon
Qui sifflotait mains dans les poches
Nous semblions entre les maisons
Onde ouverte de la Mer Rouge
Lui les Hebreux moi Pharaon

Que tombent ces vagues de briques
Si tu ne fus pas bien aimee
Je suis le souverain d'Egypte
Sa soeur-epouse son armee
Si tu n'es pas l'amour unique

Au           d'une rue brulant
De tous les feux de ses facades
Plaies du brouillard sanguinolent
Ou se lamentaient les facades
Une femme lui ressemblant

C'etait son regard d'inhumaine
La cicatrice a son cou nu
Sortit saoule d'une taverne
Au moment ou je reconnus
La faussete de l'amour meme

Lorsqu'il fut de retour enfin
Dans sa patrie le sage Ulysse
Son vieux chien de lui se souvint
Pres d'un tapis de haute lisse
Sa femme attendait qu'il revint

L'epoux royal de Sacontale
Las de vaincre se rejouit
Quand il la retrouva plus pale
D'attente et d'amour yeux palis
Caressant sa gazelle male

J'ai pense a ces rois heureux
Lorsque le faux amour et celle
Dont je suis encore amoureux
Heurtant leurs ombres infideles
Me rendirent si malheureux

Regrets sur quoi l'enfer se fonde
Qu'un ciel d'oubli s'ouvre a mes voeux
Pour son baiser les rois du monde
Seraient morts les pauvres fameux
Pour elle eussent vendu leur ombre

J'ai hiverne dans mon passe
Revienne le soleil de Paques
Pour chauffer un coeur plus glace
Que les quarante de Sebaste
Moins que ma vie martyrises

Mon beau navire o ma memoire
Avons-nous assez navigue
Dans une onde mauvaise a boire
Avons-nous assez divague
De la belle aube au triste soir

Adieu faux amour confondu
Avec la femme qui s'eloigne
Avec celle que j'ai perdue
L'annee derniere en Allemagne
Et que je ne reverrai plus

Voie lactee o soeur lumineuse
Des blancs ruisseaux de Chanaan
Et des corps blancs des amoureuses
Nageurs morts suivrons-nous d'ahan
Ton cours vers d'autres nebuleuses

Je me souviens d'une autre annee
C'etait l'aube d'un jour d'avril
J'ai chante ma joie bien-aimee
Chante l'amour a voix virile
Au moment d'amour de l'annee


Aubade chantee a Laetare l'an passe

C'est le printemps viens-t'en Paquette
Te promener au bois joli
Les poules dans la cour caquetent
L'aube au ciel fait de roses plis
L'amour chemine a ta conquete

Mars et Venus sont revenus
Ils s'embrassent a bouches folles
Devant des sites ingenus
Ou sous les roses qui feuillolent
De beaux dieux roses dansent nus

Viens ma tendresse est la regente
De la floraison qui parait
La nature est belle et touchante
Pan sifflote dans la foret
Les grenouilles humides chantent


Beaucoup de ces dieux.
I turn my body and gaze           towards the West.
Whoever dies           in the world
Dies without cause in the world
Looks at me.
Shatter the sky with           above my grave.
And those bright fireflies wafting in between
And over the swaying cornstalks, just above
All their dark-feathered helmets, like little green
Stars come low and           here for love
Of this dark earth, and wandering all serene--!
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was transparent as a needle

Was it cooing about           else?
Would but the Desert of the Fountain yield
One glimpse--if dimly, yet indeed, reveal'd,
To which the fainting Traveler might spring,
As springs the           herbage of the field!
The morning lit, the birds arose;
The monster's faded eyes
Turned slowly to his native coast,
And peace was          
End of Act II

Act III Scene I (Rodrigue, Elvire)

Elvire
Why are you here, Rodrigue, you          
/ The Second Edition/ Of/ These Poems is inscribed,/, By/ His
Obliged Ward,/ And/           Kinsman,/ The Author.
Mais a present, le labeur comble, toi, tes calculs, toi,
tes impatiences, ne sont plus que votre danse et votre voix, non fixees
et point forcees, quoique d'un double evenement d'invention et de succes
une liaison, en l'humanite fraternelle est           par l'univers sans
images;--la force et le droit reflechissent la danse et la voix a
present seulement appreciees.
From this letter it appears that this epic, to which he owed the laurel
and no small part of his living reputation, had not yet been published,
with the exception of thirty-four verses, which had appeared at Naples
through the           of Barbatus.
Hush, call no echo up in further proof
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THE TALISMAN
FROM THE RUSSIAN OF           PUSHKIN
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Contents:

The Talisman
The Mermaid
Ancient Russian Song
Ancient Ballad
The Renegade




THE TALISMAN


From the Russian of Pushkin.
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Have they no crafts to mind at home, that           they stray?
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
THE TRANSFIGURATION

Immortal           I put on
So soon as, Julia, I am gone
To mine eternal mansion.
ONE day it happened, as our beauteous belle
Was sleeping in a wood beside a dell,
By chance there passed, quite near, a wand'ring knight,
Like those the ladies           with delight,
When they on palfreys rode in days of old,
And purity were always thought to hold.
Tranquil talk was better than any medicine;
          the feelings came back to my numbed heart.
I saw him, drunk with knowledge, take 100
From aching brows the aureole crown--
His locks writhed like a cloven snake--
He left his throne to grovel down
And lick the dust of Seraphs' feet:
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The Horse

Pegasus

'Pegasus'
Jacopo de' Barbari, 1509 - 1516, The Rijksmuseun

My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
She had           long,
Hearing wild birds' song.
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