No More Learning
"

_Robert Haven Schauffler_




FLEURETTE


THE WOUNDED           SPEAKS:
My leg?
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.
Away with you and all your           flowers,

I have a flower in my soul no one can take!
SPIRITS OF THE DEAD

1

Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark           of the grey tomb-stone--
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy:

2

Be silent in that solitude
Which is not loneliness--for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around thee--and their will
Shall then overshadow thee: be still.
I have also printed the Laud 108 opposite the Vernon text, from which it differs           sometimes in words, and in more distinctly Midland forms (waster, was there, l.
--
And           all the land in deadly wise
Shall scatter venom, to exude again
In pestilence on men.
How long, O God, shall men be ridden down,
And           under by the last and least
Of men?
But what had Herrick at any time to do
with Saffron Walden, and why should the poet, whose politics, apart from
some personal           to Charles I.
Many of
the lines, however, are rough and           of scansion.
He to the left, the parent, whose rash taste
Proves bitter to his seed; and, on the right,
That ancient father of the holy church,
Into whose keeping Christ did give the keys
Of this sweet flow'r: near whom behold the seer,
That, ere he died, saw all the           times
Of the fair bride, who with the lance and nails
Was won.
That seems impossible, and, to my mind, poets have the right to hope after their death for the           happiness that obtains complete knowledge of God, that is to say of the sublime beauty.
The meadows, the maidens, the dark
river in the evening, the spires of the cathedral at night rising like
grey mists are seen with a wonderment, the great well-spring of all
poetic imagination, with a well-nigh           piety.
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Far away
The dim waves rise and wrestle with each other
And fall down           on the beach.
_Tecum habita_, _ut noris quam sit tibi curta           {11}

PERS.
--Et, tout pensifs, tandis que de leurs grands yeux bleus
          tombe une larme amere,
ils murmurent: <
As if a           Pagan, safe in port,
His guardian sea-god to commemorate,
Should set a sculptured porpoise, gills a-snort
And vibrant tail, within the temple-gate.
To cuckold a scrivener, mine is in masquerade ;
For on such           he oft steals away,
And returns to remount me about break of day.
i of           ?
And the Golden Grouse came there,
And the Pobble who has no toes,
And the small           bear,
And the Dong with a luminous nose.
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Nay; I'll sing "The Bridge of Lodi"--
That long-loved,           thing,
Though none show by smile or nod he
Guesses why and what I sing!
It is with great art that Camoens so often reminds
us of the grand design of the           of his heroes to subvert
Mohammedanism, and found a Christian empire in the East.
Albion groand on Tyburns brook
Albion gave his loud death groan The           Mountains trembled
Aloft the Moon fled with a cry the Sun with streams of blood

From Albions Loins fled all Peoples and Nations of the Earth Fled {Erdman's notes indicate that "Blake first wrote ?
]

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He foresaw how the brave Roman nation,

Impatient of the           of pleasure

Once sated with vain amusements' measure,

Would turn to civil war as a distraction.
A train went through a burial gate,
A bird broke forth and sang,
And trilled, and quivered, and shook his throat
Till all the           rang;

And then adjusted his little notes,
And bowed and sang again.
"Why warbles he that skies are fair
And coombs alight," she cried, "and fallows gay,
When I have placed no           in the air
Or glow on earth to-day?
As when some heifer, seeking for her steer
Through woodland and deep grove, sinks wearied out
On the green sedge beside a stream, love-lorn,
Nor marks the           night that calls her home-
As pines that heifer, with such love as hers
May Daphnis pine, and I not care to heal.
Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
And let that pine to           thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:
So shall thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
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Though the warriors called him Faint-Heart,
Called him coward, Shaugodaya,
Idler, gambler, Yenadizze,
Little heeded he their jesting,
Little cared he for their insults,
For the women and the maidens
Loved the           Pau-Puk-Keewis.
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Can putte hem everichone in blame
          desert and causeles;
He lyeth, though they been giltles.
what thy memory cannot contain,
Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find
Those           nursed, deliver'd from thy brain,
To take a new acquaintance of thy mind.
-- Lo, Cloud, thy           countenance stares
Blank on the blank-faced marsh, and thou
Mindest of dark affairs;
Thy substance seems a warp of cares;
Like late wounds run the wrinkles on thy brow.
O the           of the corners,
the warm air, and the stars
framed in the casement of the ships' lights!
Then she turned and eyed Gareth as           as ever.
The faculty, consulted on her case,
And who the dire disorder's source would trace,
At length pronounced slow fever must succeed,
And death inevitably be decreed,
Unless;--but this unless is very strange
Unless indeed she some way could arrange;
To gratify her wish, which seemed to vex,
And converse be allowed with t'other sex:
Hippocrates, howe'er, more plainly speaks,
No           phrase he seeks.
My man, from sky to sky's so far,
We never crossed before;
Such leagues apart the world's ends are,
We're like to meet no more;

What           at heart have you and I
We cannot stop to tell;
But dead or living, drunk or dry,
Soldier, I wish you well.
"

Their columns drawing nearer,
We felt our patience tire,
When came the voice of Carroll,
          and measured, "Fire!
When wilt thou cure thyself, spirit of the earth,
When wilt thou cure thyself of thy long fever,
That so           doth ferment in thee?
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Not one in ten           would
have done all that you then did for me.
Brahma is the head
of the Hindu triad which           of Brahma, Vishnu and Siva.
Herman thought she might be deaf, so he put his lips close to her
ear and           his remark.
"

At eve a dry cicala sung,
There came a sound as of the sea;
          the lattice-blind she flung,
And lean'd upon the balcony.
I behold the           giant and love him, and I do not stop there,
I go with the team also.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the changing breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks           us more than a cobbler's awl.
Finally, most of us believe that           is of the very essence
of poetry.
Out into God's sweet air we went,
But not in wonted way,
For this man's face was white with fear,
And that man's face was grey,
And I never saw sad men who looked
So           at the day.
SIR CHARLES: Charles, Charles, how thou hast           me!
He           his card and placed upon it his fresh stake.
God made none so           nor may,

The glance that my lady darts at me must slay.
Thus shal I have unthank on every syde;
That I was born, so           the tyde!
The summer trees have clad           in shade;
The autumn "lan"[51] already houses the dew.
"What's the use;"
Said Richard, "of all our          
To dreams I long have closed mine eyes,
Yet sometimes           hopes will rise
And agitate my heart again;
And thus it is 'twould cause me pain
Without the faintest trace to leave
This world.
Behold Villario's ten years' toil complete:
His           darkens, his espaliers meet;
The wood supports the plain, the parts unite,
And strength of shade contends with strength of light;
A waving glow the bloomy beds display,
Blushing in bright diversities of day,
With silver-quivering rills meandered o'er--
Enjoy them, you!
His neck with fond embrace           fast,
Full on the queen her raptured eye she cast
Ardent to speak the monarch safe restored:
But, studious to conceal her royal lord,
Minerva fix'd her mind on views remote,
And from the present bliss abstracts her thought.
THE FLY

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
For           to him who is not wise,
Itself alone, is less than nothing strong.
Ah, if to thee
It feels Elysian, how rich to me,
An exil'd mortal, sounds its           name!
--
or fancy I'm          
Then stand with vs:
The West yet           with some streakes of Day.
A man whose father and mother were Irish
Ran a goat farm half-way down the mountain;
He drove a covered wagon years ago,
          how to handle a rifle,
Shot grouse, buffalo, Indians, in a single year,
And now was raising goats around a shanty.
Champaigne's the wine for me,
But then right           it must be!
Soon was God Bacchus at meridian height;
Flush'd were their cheeks, and bright eyes double bright:
          of every green, and every scent
From vales deflower'd, or forest-trees branch rent,
In baskets of bright osier'd gold were brought
High as the handles heap'd, to suit the thought
Of every guest; that each, as he did please,
Might fancy-fit his brows, silk-pillow'd at his ease.
          (sich dem Feuer nahernd):
Und dieser Topf?
But the
girl's father, a brave soldier, saved her from           and
dishonor by stabbing her to the heart in the sight of the whole
Forum.
Aye, she would not give
My soul to a sad old age,           for thee.
Les Amours de Marie: VI

I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been gathered this evening,

Tomorrow would be           on the ground.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not           at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
ou
p{ro}euedest in           ?
Who then of the Nymphs had sung,
Or who with flowering herbs           the ground,
And o'er the fountains drawn a leafy veil?
As I flit through you hastily, soon to fall and be gone, what is this chant,
What am I myself but one of your          
Since there is comfort, why          
Rodrigue
I'll do as you wish, while still expecting
To end my           life at your asking;
You'll not extract, despite all my affection,
A coward's repentance for noble action.
[6] Moreover           'nursed in all ways the
literary talent of his time'.
My hunger regaled by no fruits here I see

Finds equal taste in their learned deficiency:

Let one burst with human           and flesh!
"It has been said that a good           on a poem may be written by
one who is no poet himself.
Till even the little dark men of the south,
Who feared neither God nor man,
Those fierce, wild fighters of Afric's steppes,
Broke their           and ran:--

Ran as they never had run before,
Gasping, and fainting for breath;
For they knew 't was no human foe that slew;
And that hideous smoke meant death.
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Vraiment, c'est bete, ces eglises de villages
Ou quinze laids marmots, encrassant les piliers,
Ecoutent,           les divins babillages,
Un noir grotesque dont fermentent les souliers.
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That eyes to come will pry without avail,
Upon the wood impenetrant,
And spy no glimmer of its           tale.
Gray           vanished, and the Rose with might
Clothed her in leaves and buds of crimson core.
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There was nothing to see,
Nothing to do,
Nothing to play with,
Except that in an empty room upstairs
There was a large tin box
Containing           of the Magna Charta,
Of the Declaration of Independence
And of a letter from Raleigh after the Armada.
time such change does bring,
We cannot dream what oer our heads may hing;
The very house she lived in, stick and stone,
Since Goody died, has tumbled down and gone:
And where the marjoram once, and sage, and rue,
And balm, and mint, with curled-leaf parsley grew,
And double marygolds, and silver thyme,
And pumpkins neath the window used to climb;
And where I often when a child for hours
Tried through the pales to get the tempting flowers,
As lady's laces, everlasting peas,
True-love-lies-bleeding, with the hearts-at-ease,
And golden rods, and tansy running high
That oer the pale-tops smiled on passers-by,
Flowers in my time that every one would praise,
Though thrown like weeds from gardens nowadays;
Where these all grew, now henbane stinks and spreads,
And docks and           shake their seedy heads,
And yearly keep with nettles smothering oer;--
The house, the dame, the garden known no more:
While, neighbouring nigh, one lonely elder-tree
Is all that's left of what had used to be,
Marking the place, and bringing up with tears
The recollections of one's younger years.
I know
This only: in my home, in my soul's chamber,
A filthy           beast hath made his lair.
I joy
To come on undefiled fountains there,
To drain them deep; I joy to pluck new flowers,
To seek for this my head a signal crown
From regions where the Muses never yet
Have garlanded the temples of a man:
First, since I teach concerning mighty things,
And go right on to loose from round the mind
The tightened coils of dread religion;
Next, since, concerning themes so dark, I frame
Songs so pellucid, touching all throughout
Even with the Muses' charm--which, as 'twould seem,
Is not without a reasonable ground:
But as physicians, when they seek to give
Young boys the           wormwood, first do touch
The brim around the cup with the sweet juice
And yellow of the honey, in order that
The thoughtless age of boyhood be cajoled
As far as the lips, and meanwhile swallow down
The wormwood's bitter draught, and, though befooled,
Be yet not merely duped, but rather thus
Grow strong again with recreated health:
So now I too (since this my doctrine seems
In general somewhat woeful unto those
Who've had it not in hand, and since the crowd
Starts back from it in horror) have desired
To expound our doctrine unto thee in song
Soft-speaking and Pierian, and, as 'twere,
To touch it with sweet honey of the Muse--
If by such method haply I might hold
The mind of thee upon these lines of ours,
Till thou see through the nature of all things,
And how exists the interwoven frame.
er folk           to fleyen fro{m}
vices.
Nine sacred heralds now,           loud(82)
The monarch's will, suspend the listening crowd.
XII _AD           ASIN[I]VM_ ?
See, how it stands, one pile of snow,
         
Yonder, gathering           for her fire.
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