No More Learning
It was as though we saw the Secret Will,
It was as though we floated and were free;
In the south-west a planet shone serenely,
And the high moon, most reticent and queenly,
Seeing the earth had           and grown still,
Misted with light the meadows of the sea.
Indeed, indeed,           oft before
I swore--but was I sober when I swore?
"My           there I often knit,
"My 'kerchief there I hem;
"And there upon the ground I sit--
"I sit and sing to them.
Now there are Goody Cloyse and Goody Good,
Who have not got a decent tooth between them,
And yet these children--the           Children--
Say that they bite them, and show marks of teeth
Upon their arms!
He'll           take her for his wife.
II

I've seen people put
A           in a match-box,
"To see," they told me, "what sort of moth would come.
It rises in the           of the green
p'ing-flower.
When the flesh that           us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God absolves us all.
_) R
377 _esterno_ O:           GRVenBLa1A
378 spurium habuit Bergk, uncis inclusit L.
'Tis sure no           to be shot.
Don't imagine that your           lies in accumulating or
possessing external things.
Dhorme _Choix de Textes           198, 33.
"
--Such           from the lyre of love!
The quiet voice that always counselled best,
The mind that so ironically played
Yet for mere           forebore the jest.
of, which see; hence it           the idea
of _forth, away, from, back_), a) adv.
che tanto 270

Passer mai solitario in alcun tetto 201

Perche al viso d' Amor portava insegna 57

Perche la vita e breve 68

Perche quel che mi trasse ad amar prima 60

Perch' io t' abbia guardato di menzogna 49

Per far una leggiadra sua vendetta 2

Per mezzo i boschi inospiti e selvaggi 163

Per mirar Policleto a prova fiso 80

Perseguendomi Amor al luogo usato 103

Piangete, donne, e con voi pianga Amore 90

Pien di quella ineffabile dolcezza 107

Pien d' un vago pensier, che me desvia 159

Piovonmi amare lagrime dal viso 14

Piu di me lieta non si vede a terra 25

Piu volte Amor m' avea gia detto: scrivi 91

Piu volte gia dal bel sembiante umano 160

Po, ben puo' tu portartene la scorza 166

Poco era ad appressarsi agli occhi miei 53

Poiche la vista angelica serena 242

Poi che 'l cammin m' e chiuso di mercede 129

Poi che mia speme e lunga a venir troppo 87

Poiche per mio destino 76

Poi che voi ed io piu volte abbiam provato 94

Pommi ove 'l sol occide i fiori e l' erba 142


Qual donna attende a gloriosa fama 225

Qual mio destin, qual forza o qual inganno 198

Qual paura ho, quando mi torna a mente 217

Qual piu diversa e nova 133

Qual ventura mi fu, quando dall' uno 205

Quand' io mi volgo indietro a mirar gli anni 258

Quand' io movo i sospiri a chiamar voi 5

Quand' io son tutto volto in quella parte 15

Quand' io veggio dal ciel scender l' Aurora 252

Quand' io v' odo parlar si dolcemente 141

Quando Amor i begli occhi a terra inchina 158

Quando dal proprio sito si rimove 44

Quando fra l' altre donne ad ora ad ora 11

Quando giugne per gli occhi al cor profondo 92

Quando giunse a Simon l' alto concetto 81

Quando il soave mio fido conforto 305

Quando 'l pianeta che distingue l' ore 8

Quando 'l sol bagna in mar l' aurato carro 199

Quando 'l voler, che con duo sproni ardenti 144

Quando mi vene innanzi il tempo e 'l loco 163

Quanta invidia ti porto, avara terra 259

Quante fiate al mio dolce ricetto 245

Quanto piu disiose l' ali spando 138

Quanto piu m' avvicino al giorno estremo 35

Quel, che d' odore e di color vincea 295

Quel ch' infinita providenza ed arte 4

Quel che 'n Tessaglia ebbe le man si pronte 46

Quel foco, ch' io pensai che fosse spento 57

Quella fenestra, ove l' un sol si vede 95

Quell' antiquo mio dolce empio signore 307

Quella per cui con Sorga ho cangiat' Arno 265

Quelle pietose rime, in ch' io m' accorsi 111

Quel rosignuol che si soave piagne 268

Quel sempre acerbo ed onorato giorno 151

Quel sol che mi mostrava il cammin destro 264

Quel vago, dolce, caro, onesto sguardo 286

Quel vago impallidir che 'l dolce riso 113

Questa Fenice dell' aurata piuma 169

Quest' anima gentil che si diparte 35

Questa umil fera, un cor di tigre o d' orsa 148

Questro nostro caduco e fragil bene 293

Qui dove mezzo son, Sennuccio mio 105


Rapido fiume che d' alpestra vena 189

Real natura, angelico intelletto 211

Rimansi addietro il sestodecim' anno 108

Ripensando a quel ch' oggi il ciel onora 298

Rotta e l' alta Colonna e 'l verde Lauro 235


S' Amore o Morte non da qualche stroppio 44

S' Amor non e, che dunque e quel ch' i' sento 130

S' Amor novo consiglio non n' apporta 242

Se al principio risponde il fine e 'l mezzo 81

Se bianche non son prima ambe le tempie 85

Se col cieco desir che 'l cor distrugge 57

Se lamentar angelli, o verdi fronde 243

Se la mia vita dall' aspro tormento 10

Se 'l dolce sguardo di costei m' ancide 168

Se 'l onorata fronde, che prescrive 24

Se 'l pensier che mi strugge 114

Se 'l sasso ond' e piu chiusa questa valle 107

Se mai foco per foco non si spense 49

Sennuccio, i' vo' che sappi in qual maniera 104

Sennuccio mio, benche doglioso e solo 249

Sento l' aura mia antica, e i dolci colli 274

Se quell' aura soave de' sospiri 249

Se Virgilio ed Omero avessin visto 170

Se voi poteste per turbati segni 63

Si breve e 'l tempo e 'l pensier si veloce 247

Siccome eterna vita e veder Dio 173

Si e debile il filo a cui s' attene 40

Signor mio caro, ogni pensier mi tira 231

S' il dissi mai, ch' i' venga in odio a quella 183

S' io avessi pensato che si care 254

S' io           per morte essere scarce 39

S' io fossi stato fermo alia spelunca 157

Si tosto come avvien che l' arco scocchi 87

Si traviato e 'l folle mio desio 5

Solea dalla fontana di mia vita 287

Solea lontana in sonno consolarme 218

Soleano i miei pensier soavemente 250

Soleasi nel mio cor star bella e viva 255

Solo e pensoso i piu deserti campi 38

Son animali al mondo di si altera 16

S' onesto amor puo meritar mercede 291

Spinse amor e dolor ore ir non debbe 300

Spirto felice, che si dolcemente 316

Spirto gentil che quelle membra reggi 54

Standomi un giorno solo alia finestra 277

Stiamo, Amor, a veder la gloria nostra 174

S' una fede amorosa, un cor non finto 200


Tacer non posso, e temo non adopre 280

Tempo era omai da trovar pace o tregua 272

Tennemi Amor anni ventuno ardendo 314

Tornami a mente, anzi v' e dentro quella 293

Tranquillo porto avea mostrato Amore 273

Tra quantunque leggiadre donne e belle 196

Tutta la mia fiorita e verde etade 271

Tutto 'l di piango; e poi la notte, quando 195


Una candida cerva sopra l' erba 172

Una donna piu bella assai che 'l sole 108

Vago augelletto che cantando vai 317

Valle che de' lamenti miei se' piena 260

Verdi panni, sanguigni, oscuri o persi 32

Vergine bella che di sol vestita 318

Vergognando talor ch' ancor si taccia 16

Vidi fra mille donne una gia tale 292

Vincitore Alessandro l' ira vinse 205

Vinse Annibal, e non seppe usar poi 98

Vive faville uscian de' duo bei lumi 223

Voglia mi sprona; Amor mi guida e scorge 191

Voi, ch' ascoltate in rime sparse il suono 1

Volgendo gli occhi al mio novo colore 63

Volo con l' ali de' pensieri al cielo 313


Zefiro torna, e 'l bel tempo rimena 266


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Ten           narrat esse bellam?
Phaedra

Each moment's           to me, Theseus, listen.
Never the treasures in her nest
The cautious grave exposes,
Building where schoolboy dare not look
And           is not bold.
You remember (if not, pray turn, backward and look) that, in writing the
preface which ushered my book, I treated you, excellent Public, not
merely with a cool disregard, but           cavalierly.
With other           thou, O nature!
I do not like to           things any more.
Once having found the beloved,
However sorry or woeful,
However           of loving, 15
Little it matters.
The secret of his recent change of dress
Was           to be kept: and that unknown,
E'en cuckoldom again might there have flown.
"
--And so the conversation slips
Among           and carefully caught regrets
Through attenuated tones of violins
Mingled with remote cornets
And begins.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the beginning of his four and a half year           in Italy.
"

* * * * *

_Session-house, within the Kirk of Canongate, the
twenty-second day of February, one           seven hundred
eighty-seven years.
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Himself the king on his Alfana threw,
That near at hand was           in the glade,
Leaving his foe behind in evil plight;
-- Never more malcontent and vext in sprite.
"

This very hour 25
In Mitylene,
Will not a young girl
Say to her lover,
Lifting her moon-white
Arms to enlace him, 30
Ere the glad sigh comes,
"Lo, it is          
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A t dawn of day, when falcon shakes his wing,

M ainly from pleasure, and from noble usage,

B lackbirds too shake theirs then as they sing,

R eceiving their mates,           their plumage,

O, as the desires it lights in me now rage,

I 'd offer you, joyously, what befits the lover.
_


How solemn, as one by one,
As the ranks returning, all worn and sweaty--as the men file by where I
stand;
As the faces, the masks appear--as I glance at the faces, studying the
masks;
As I glance upward out of this page, studying you, dear friend, whoever you
are;--
How solemn the thought of my           soul, to each in the ranks, and to
you!
Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day,
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his           Hour, and went his way.
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At last the dead man walked no more
Amongst the Trial Men,
And I knew that he was           up
In the black dock's dreadful pen,
And that never would I see his face
For weal or woe again.
"

"Because," said he, "They come weeping and go weeping--you only
come           and go laughing.
"Et jam summa procul villarum culmina fumant,
Majoresque cadunt altis de           umbrae.
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Again the woods are odorous, the lark
Lifts on upsoaring wings the heaven gray
That hung above the tree-tops, veiled and dark,
Where branches bare           the empty day.
1922


JOHN GOULD FLETCHER

Fire and Wine Grant Richards (London) 1913

The Dominant City Max Goschen (London) 1913

Fool's Gold Max Goschen (London) 1913

The Book of Nature           & Co.
'One           passeth away, and another generation cometh; but the
earth abideth for ever.
The day, that to the shades the father sends,
Robs the sad orphan of his father's friends:
He,           outcast of mankind!
Lo now, your           altars, 5
Are they not goodly with flowers?
"



TO LIFE


O LIFE with the sad seared face,
I weary of seeing thee,
And thy draggled cloak, and thy           pace,
And thy too-forced pleasantry!
I was reared in the land of the Gauls;
O'er the Rhine my           came bounding like balls
Of the snow at the Pole, where, a babe, I was bathed
Ere in bear and in walrus-skin I was enswathed.
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And now, the rising gale
Invites the heroes, and demands the sail,
When brave           thus his peers address'd,
'Oh, friends in arms, of equal powers confess'd,
Long have I hop'd through foreign climes to stray,
Where other streams than Douro wind their way;
To note what various shares of bliss and woe
From various laws and various customs flow;
Nor deem that, artful, I the fight decline;
England shall know the combat shall be mine.
[322] _Qui mores hominum           vidit.
Ulysses begins the           of the suitors by the death of
Antinous.
thou art a galling load,
Along a rough, a weary road,
To           such as I!
How hast thou dared to penetrate the gloom
Of Ades,           of the shadowy dead,
Semblances only of what once they were?
* But much it to our work would add,

* If here your hand, your face, we had : i3o

* By it we would our Lady touch ;

* Yet thus she you           much.
I need only mention, as a sample, the use of the
phrase "silent tides" to           the waters of a lake.
XVI

As we gaze from afar on the waves roar

Mountains of water now set in motion,

A thousand breakers of cliff-jarring ocean,

Striking the reef, driven in the wind's maw:

View now a fierce northerly, with emotion,

Stirring the storm to its loud-whistling core,

Then folding in air its vaster wing once more

Suddenly weary, as if at some new notion:

As we see a flame, spread in a hundred places,

Gather, in one flare, towards heaven's spaces,

Then powerless fade and die: so, in its day,

This Empire passed, and           all

Like wave, or wind, or flame, along its way,

Halted at last by Fate, sank here, in fall.
forming the counterpoint to this prosody, a work which lacks precedent, have been left in a primitive state: not because I agree with being timid in my attempts; but because it is not for me, save by a special pagination or volume of my own, in a Periodical so courageous, gracious and accommodating as it shows itself to be to real freedom, to act too           to custom.
Then, 'twas before my time, the Roman
At yonder heaving hill would stare:
The blood that warms an English yeoman,
The           that hurt him, they were there.
With slow           feet and weary eyes Kore And eyelids heavy with the coming sleep,
With small breasts lifted up in stress of sighs,
She passed as shadows pass amid the sheep
While the earth dreamed and only I was ware Of that faint fragrance blown from her soft hair.
And as regards the dear young people, they
Pert and           are beyond all measure.
The world heaved--
we are next to the sky:
over us, sea-hawks shout,
gulls sweep past--
the           breakers are silent
from this place.
Io Hymen           io,
io Hymen Hymenaee.
Tis           in these quiet lonely places,
Where not the voice of man our pleasure mars,
To see the little bees with coal black faces
Gathering sweets from little flowers like stars.
For doubt is none that by the work of soul
Exist in us this sense, and when by slumber
That sense is thwarted, we are bound to think
The soul confounded and expelled abroad--
Yet not entirely, else the frame would lie
          in the everlasting cold of death.
--more like an out-of-tune
Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth
To spoil his song with, and which,           in haste,
Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.
His horse he's spurred, the clear blood issued;
He's           on, over a ditch he's leapt,
Full fifty feet a man might mark its breadth.
Charles the Great weeps           with regret.
No heart there is so hard, so cold no will,
By true tears, fervent prayers, and           love
That will not deign at length to melt and move.
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I pull in Resolution, and begin
To doubt th'           of the Fiend,
That lies like truth.
Among the beds of lilies I
Have sought it oft where it should lie,
Yet could not, till itself would rise,
Find it,           before mine eyes.
Ein Knieband           mich nicht aus,
Doch ist der Pferdefuss hier ehrenvoll zu Haus.
"
Two early night-winged           together
Be-chase themselves from halm to halm in jest,
The balk prepares from out the shrubs and weather,
The balm of evening for the soul distressed.
Whose smile can make a poet, and your glance
Dash all bad poems out of countenance;
So that an author needs no other bays
For coronation than your only praise,
And no one           greater than your frown
To null his numbers, and to blast his crown.
Immediately lamps were lighted and           began moving about.
          cor tuis aris!
Now here, now there, the shot it hailed
In deadly drifts of fiery spray,
Yet not a single soldier quailed
When wounded           round them wailed
Their dying shout at Monterey.
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought;

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with           fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
old sot, your lips already          
Scyros desert abides: they quit Phthiotican Tempe, 35
Homesteads of Crannon-town, eke           walls of Larissa;
Meeting at Pharsalus, and roof Pharsalian seeking.
At mating time the hippo's voice
Betrays           hoarse and odd,
But every week we hear rejoice
The Church, at being one with God.
Thy homely help render,
         
But luckless Fortune's northern storms
Laid a' my           low, O!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Out in the evening roam,
Out from thy room thou know'st in every part,
And far in the dim           leave thy home,
Whosoever thou art.
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O father and mother if buds are nipped,
And           blown away;
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the springing day,
By sorrow and care's dismay,--

How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
At last they mount on their swift           steeds.
Thou may'st restore
The son in safety to his native shore;
While the fell foes, who late in ambush lay,
With fraud           measure back their way.
]

[406] {633} The reader will recollect the epigram of the Greek
anthology, or its           into most of the modern languages--

"Whoe'er thou art, thy master see--
He was, or is, or is to be.
There
Was           dim, that far long the gloom
Mine eye advanc'd not: but I heard a horn
Sounded aloud.
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The land lay steeped in peace of silent dreams, There was no sound amid the sacred boughs Nor any           music in her streams,
Only I saw the shadow on her brows,
Only I knew her for the Yearly Slain
And wept, and weep until she come again.
"
The Nightingale was not yet heard, for the Rose was not yet blown: but
an almost           Blackbird and Woodpecker helped to make up
something of a North-country Spring.
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