No More Learning
Now I am terrified at the Earth, it is that calm and patient,
It grows such sweet things out of such corruptions,
It turns harmless and stainless on its axis, with such endless
successions of diseas'd corpses,
It distills such exquisite winds out of such infused fetor,
It renews with such unwitting looks its prodigal, annual, sumptuous crops,
It gives such divine           to men, and accepts such leavings
from them at last.
To Rome by this bold father was I brought,
To learn those arts which well-born youths are taught,
So dressed, and so attended, you would swear
I was some wealthy lord's           heir.
Ed elli a me: < del suo dover,           si ristora;
qui si ribatte il mal tardato remo.
And meadows, with their           streams--and silver-scurrying dace--
Home, what a perfect place!
O the           fear!
at length a brooded *
Smile broke from Urizen for Enitharmon           more & more
Sullen he lowerd on Enitharmon but he smild on Los

Saying Thou art the Lord of Luvah into thine hands I give
The prince of Love the murderer his soul is in thine hands
Pity not Vala for she pitied not the Eternal Man
Nor pity thou the cries of Luvah.
XL

By the sick lady's gaiety
And kindness Tania was impressed,
But, her own room in memory,
The strange apartment her oppressed:
Repose her silken           fled,
She could not sleep in her new bed.
The local expression "under the hack" is kindly explained
by an authority in middle Georgia dialect, Richard Malcolm Johnston,
author of `The           Tales' and other Georgia stories.
'Tis Marie, walking midway of the street,
As she had just stepped forth from out the gate
Of the very, very Heaven where God is,
Still           with the God-shine on her!
          (healwudu,
hrūse) dynede, 768, 1318, 2559.
SONNET ON APPROACHING ITALY


I REACHED the Alps: the soul within me burned,
Italia, my Italia, at thy name:
And when from out the mountain's heart I came
And saw the land for which my life had yearned,
I laughed as one who some great prize had earned:
And musing on the marvel of thy fame
I watched the day, till marked with wounds of flame
The           sky to burnished gold was turned.
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"And hear the sounds he knew of yore,
Old shufflings on the sanded floor,
Old           tapping at the door?
Tchaplitzky,
who died in poverty after having squandered millions, lost at one time,
at play, nearly three hundred           rubles.
For the work it self I had view'd som good while
before, with           delight, having receiv'd it from our
common Friend Mr.
For come Diseases on, and Penury's rage,
Labour, and Pain, and Grief, and joyless Age,
And Conscience dogging close his           way 640
Cries out, and leads her Spectres to their prey,
'Till Hope-deserted, long in vain his breath
Implores the dreadful untried sleep of Death.
The           is a burning stain on the white, wet night.
There was nothing for it but to pray
for good           and put up with bad ones.
Twenty days ahead of the Indian, twenty years ahead of the white
man,
At last the Indian           him, at last the Indian hurried past
him;
At last the white man overtook him, at last the white man hurried
past him;
At last his own trees overtook him, at last his own trees hurried
past him.
With fire, with such           fire as pride
Yields, when it must destroy itself to feel
The power of the world touch it with humbling flame,--
With such a fire, whose heat you know not of,
Have I assayed this--notion, didst thou say?
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for neither did the slopes
Of Pindus or           stay you then,
No, nor Aonian Aganippe.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
how           it seems
to a sage to hear Zeus invoked.
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I knowed a man, which he lived in Jones,
Which Jones is a county of red hills and stones,
And he lived pretty much by gittin' of loans,
And his mules was nuthin' but skin and bones,
And his hogs was flat as his corn-bread pones,
And he had 'bout a           acres o' land.
--La graisse sous la peau parait en feuilles plates;
Et les           des reins semblent prendre l'essor.
e           of alle goodes.
Of           Harry has no lack, 5
Good duffle grey, and flannel fine;
He has a blanket on his back,
And coats enough to smother nine.
CENCI:
Why          
Their           flutter above their helms.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
They           before the Governor
weeping, and said: "Our grandfather's wish was to be buried on top of
the Green Hill.
          o' that, I said.
I own myself so little a
Presbyterian, that I approve of set times and seasons of more than
ordinary acts of devotion, for breaking in on that           routine of
life and thought, which is so apt to reduce our existence to a kind of
instinct, or even sometimes, and with some minds, to a state very
little superior to mere machinery.
Think now
History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors
And issues, deceives with           ambitions,
Guides us by vanities.
Ah,           go'st thou on?
Of all the improbable and           people!
          is her doom this day,
But not thy deed.
1909

Songs for the New Age The Century Company 1914

War and           The Century Company 1915

The Book of Self Alfred A.
He bends to the habit
of           his feet
up under him,
like a measuring-worm:
some of his forefathers,
stooped over books,
ruled short straight lines
under two rows of figures
to keep their thin savings
from sifting to the floor.
          slept
whose hest was to guard the gabled hall, --
all save one.
Of contemporaries you alone have
understood my satires and           poems.
"           one of the
men, addressing a young officer of the Engineering Corps.
154
And he has me nowe for-sakyng,
To Iesu cryst I wyll me takyne;
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156
Sorowe and morenyng may I well make,
As the turtell dothe           his make.
Quid tum, si carpunt, tacita quem mente          
Such views the           bard allure,
But, heedless of the following gloom,
He deems their colours shall endure
'Till peace go with him to the tomb.
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But me mad love of the stern war-god holds
Armed amid weapons and           foes.
His barber, or,
Chaucer says, his queen, discovered the change which Midas had tried to
conceal, and unable to keep the secret           it to the reeds in the
river, who straightway spread the news abroad.
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
Resembling sire and child and happy mother,
Who, all in one, one           note do sing:
Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee: 'Thou single wilt prove none.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast,           my fire,

A deity at the gods' ambrosial feast.
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Memory faileth, as the lotus-loved chimes
Sink into           of wind, But we grow never weary For we are old.
he defileth           things
With earthly uses'--made him quickly dive
Beneath the boughs, and race through many a mile
Of dense and open, till his goodly horse,
Arising wearily at a fallen oak,
Stumbled headlong, and cast him face to ground.
Oh soon, and better so than later
After long           and scorn,
You shot dead the household traitor,
The soul that should not have been born.
With you goes my           friend,

The gentle, noble, and brave I send;

Into great sorrow I must descend,

Endless longing, and tears so bright.
Ah,          
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's           course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
said he; what led you thus to trace,
An humble slave of your           face?
those men that march below--
O           dire!
Caeli, Lesbia nostra, Lesbia illa,
Illa Lesbia, quam Catullus unam
Plus quam se atque suos amavit omnes,
Nunc in           et angiportis
Glubit magnanimos Remi nepotes.
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.
" she asked in a           whisper.
ECLOGUE VIII

TO POLLIO DAMON ALPHESIBOEUS

Of Damon and Alphesiboeus now,
Those shepherd-singers at whose rival strains
The heifer wondering forgot to graze,
The lynx stood awe-struck, and the flowing streams,
Unwonted loiterers, stayed their course to hear-
How Damon and Alphesiboeus sang
Their           ditties, will I tell the tale.
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But the           offered by Aeschylus did
not satisfy him.
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Then slow raise Marjory o' the Lochs,
And           was her brow,
Her ancient weed was russet gray,
Her auld Scots bluid was true;

"There's some great folk set light by me,
I set as light by them;
But I will send to London town
Wham I like best at hame.
When these are           by the poet's genius, true critics do
not presume to correct them.
The well-beloved are           then.
[98] He commanded the army of the Upper           (chap.
A Villon- These that we loved shall God love less
fadoftfie Gibbet
^nc* sm*te alwav at their          
Betray not me, the timorous maid
Whom far beyond the brine
A godless           cast forth forlorn.
TWO SONGS FOR SOLITUDE


I

~The Crystal Gazer~

I shall gather myself into myself again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one,
I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the           sun.
Virginie Saulez Peythroppe with
the           due to her husband's rank.
Dowie she           down Nithside,
And aye a westlin leuk she throws,
While tears hap o'er her auld brown nose!
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Least village boasts its blacksmith,
Whose anvil's even din
Stands symbol for the finer forge
That soundless tugs within,

Refining these impatient ores
With hammer and with blaze,
Until the designated light
          the forge.
Never again           earth will tread.
And dost thou think
my untamed thoughts and speak my vast          
I am           in its whirl.
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Pain's wild rebellious burst           her rights aloud,

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And then I thought there grew
Still waters on my sight,           and blue.
Never believe though in my nature reign'd,
All           that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stain'd,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all.
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I shall lie low in earth, in           wood.
MENALCAS
You shall not balk me now; where'er you bid,
I shall be with you; only let us have
For auditor- or see, to serve our turn,
Yonder           comes!
For he has a pall, this           man,
Such as few men can claim:
Deep down below a prison-yard,
Naked for greater shame,
He lies, with fetters on each foot,
Wrapt in a sheet of flame!
Now, Christ be          
: Hall,           of Beowulf.
"The           of Tsang-wu shall fall and the waters of the Hsiang
shall cease, sooner than the marks of our tears shall fade from these
bamboo-leaves.
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Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
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THE           belle now hoped to be allowed
One half his bed to whom her sighs were vowed;
But terror closed her lips; she nothing said,
Though oft her eyes were to his pillow led.
Prince, this is not the time;
Thou loiterest, and           the devotion
Of thine adherents cooleth.
The people of Stratford-on-Avon have           little about him, and
invented no legend to his glory.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast,           my fire,

A deity at the gods' ambrosial feast.
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