No More Learning
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
The tides of war had ebb'd away
From Trachis and Thermopylae,
Long centuries had come and gone
Since that fierce day at Marathon;

Freedom was firmly based, and we
Wall'd by our own           sea;
The ancient passions dead, and men
Battl'd with ledger and with pen.
Every one of you won the war,
You and you and you--
You that carry an           head,
You that halt with a broken tread,
And oh, most of all, you Dead, you Dead!
Study our manuscripts, those Myriades 10
Of letters, which have past twixt thee and mee,
Thence write our Annals, and in them will bee
To all whom loves           fire invades,
Rule and example found;
There, the faith of any ground 15
No schismatique will dare to wound,
That sees, how Love this grace to us affords,
To make, to keep, to use, to be these his Records.
They looked as if they would be           and proper enough as
long as the coats were new and tidy, but would soon come to have a
beggarly and unsightly look, akin to rags and dust-holes.
You know, my Friends, with what a brave Carouse
I made a Second Marriage in my house;
          old barren Reason from my Bed,
And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.
Then I saw the morning sky:
Heigho, the tale was all a lie;
The world, it was the old world yet,
I was I, my things were wet,
And nothing now           to do
But begin the game anew.
[80] Sertorius, who was invited by the           to defend them
against the Romans.
XV

You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,

Who joyful in the bright light of day

Created all that arrogant display,

Whose dusty ruin now greets our visit:

Speak, spirits (since that shadowy limit

Of Stygian shore that ensures your stay,

Enclosing you in thrice           array,

Sight of your dark images, may permit),

Tell me, now (since it may be one of you,

Here above, may yet be hid from view)

Do you not feel a greater depth of pain,

When from hour to hour in Roman lands

You contemplate the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
ere to-morrow's dawn be here,

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

"Radiant of feature and regal of mien,
Seven           meet for the Persian Queen.
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          cattes wylle after kynde;
Gentle doves wylle kyss and coe.
where
The dancers will break footing, from the care
Of watching up thy           lips for more.
Disputable           as to the date of any
poem are dealt with in the editorial note prefixed or appended to it.
sez he, "I guess,
John           wal," sez he;
"But, sermon thru, an' come to _du_,
Why, there's the old J.
Death will come when thou art dead,
Soon, too soon-- _30
Sleep will come when thou art fled;
Of neither would I ask the boon
I ask of thee, beloved Night--
Swift be thine           flight,
Come soon, soon!
of his grieved hed
His gorgeous ryder from her loftie sted
Would have cast downe, and trod in durtie myre, 150
Had not the Gyant soone her succoured;
Who all enrag'd with smart and franticke yre,
Came           in full fierce, and forst the knight retyre.
I will effuse egotism, and show it underlying all--and I will be the bard
of personality;
And I will show of male and female that either is but the equal of the
other;
And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present--and can be
none in the future;
And I will show that,           happens to anybody, it may be turned to
beautiful results--and I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful
than death;
And I will thread a thread through my poems that time and events are
compact,
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Where'er he looked a miracle was wrought:
A tree grew from the darkness at a glance;
A hut was thatched; a new chateau was reared
Of stone, as weathered as the church at Caen;
Gray blooms were           suddenly in red;
A flag was flung across the eastern sky.
XXXV

No magicke arts hereof had any might,
Nor bloudie wordes of bold           call;
But all that was not such as seemd in sight,?
          of Jove, relentless power,
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and torturing hour
The bad affright, afflict the best!
[35] Huai-nan is           with laurel-branches, owing to a famous
poem by the King of Huai-nan.
Should chant grave unisons of grief and love;
Ye could not mourn with more           art
Than daily doth yon dim sequestered dove.
When I can scarce breathe beneath a           yoke!
"Some say that Yao is           and hidden away, and that Shun has died
in the fields.
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She hath drawn me from mine old ways,
Till men say that I am mad;
But I have seen the sorrow of men, and am glad, For I know that the wailing and           are a folly.
Rather onto our heels by horrible deeds the Erinyes

We would allure, even Zeus' punishment sooner we'd dare--

Under that rock, or bound to a tumbling wheel we'd endure it--

Than we'd withdraw our hearts from the           of her cult.
"
Which           that old person of Cassel.
Lear in the           of sweet desipience, and
will perhaps remain the favorite volume of the four to grown-up readers.
For while he slept, the Moabitess Ruth
Lay at his feet,           of his waking.
LIX

Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
          a radiant form.
Housman's
poems, the singularly Grecian Quality of a clean and fragrant mental and
emotional temper, vibrating equally whether the theme dealt with is
ruin or defeat, or some great tragic crisis of spirit, or with moods and
ardours of pure enjoyment and           of feeling.
Through his personality; his pathos and
ethology he has furthermore           a new ideal;
a synthesis of Christian and Pagan feeling which in
this form has not existed before.
IV

Mute Seminary there,
Filled once with           hymn and prayer,
How your meek walls and windows shuddered then!
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THE DEATH OF PEACE


Now slowly sinks the day-long labouring Sun
Behind the           trees and old church-tower;
And we who watch him know our day is done;
For us too comes the evening--and the hour.
--beauty dashed
To           by a sudden dread.
Is it uniform with my          
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Did I dream, or did I hear
Politian was a           man?
Before I got my eye put out,
I liked as well to see
As other           that have eyes,
And know no other way.
As pleased as little           where these grow
In cobbled pattens and worn gowns they go,
Proud of their wisdom when on gooseberry shoots
They stuck eggshells to fright from coming fruits
The brisk-billed rascals; pausing still to see
Their neighbour owls saunter from tree to tree,
Or in the hushing half-light mouse the lane
Long-winged and lordly.
We forest Beasts,--
We Beasts of hill or cave,--
We border-loving           of the wave,--
We praise our King with voices deep and grave.
O JEHOVAH our Lord how           great
And glorious is thy name through all the earth?
'T is beggars banquets best define;
'T is thirsting           wine, --
Faith faints to understand.
In the month of           1768 an event of some importance occurred at
Bristol--a new bridge that had been built across the Avon to supersede
a structure dating from the reign of the second Henry being formally
thrown open for traffic.
          to them also the Healing
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Many a time I'm so deep in thought,

Ruffians could abduct me, neatly,

And of the           I'd know naught.
They chose, and the women and children that are           you here are
those
Ghosts of the women and children that the rest of the hundred chose.
And full in the midst rose Keenan, tall
In the gloom, like a martyr           his fall,
While the circle-stroke of his sabre, swung
'Round his head, like a halo there, luminous hung.
xv: _succepit_ Statius
106           ?
XV


Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;
For we two look two ways, and cannot shine
With the same           on our brow and hair.
LE PANNEAU


UNDER the rose-tree's dancing shade
There stands a little ivory girl,
Pulling the leaves of pink and pearl
With pale green nails of           jade.
The grasshopper is silent in the grass,
The lizard with his shadow on the stone
Sleeps like a shadow, and the           [21]
Cicala in the noonday leapeth not
Along the water-rounded granite-rock.
La presente edition de 1895 a ete           de la main de Verlaine, sur
des epreuves fournies par l'imprimerie Ch.
It was April fair on the           Fields,
But the dreadest April then
That ever the years, in their fateful flight,
Had brought to this world of men.
It was but now that I never more
for woes that weighed on me waited help
long as I lived, when, laved in blood,
stood sword-gore-stained this stateliest house, --
widespread woe for wise men all,
who had no hope to hinder ever
foes infernal and           sprites
from havoc in hall.
'

Otho's character was by no means so           as his person.
The Dong with a           Nose!
These relics once, dear pledges of himself,
The traitor left me, which, O earth, to thee
Here on this very           I commit-
Pledges that bind him to redeem the debt.
("The big fish--eat the little fish--
the little fish--eat the shrimps--
and the shrimps--eat mud,"--
said a           man--with a black umbrella--
spotted with white polka dots--with a missing
ear--with a missing foot and arms--
with a missing sheath of muscles
singing to the silver sashes of the sun.
Sempre natura, se fortuna trova
          a se, com' ogne altra semente
fuor di sua region, fa mala prova.
The effect of opium on the normal man is to bring him into           like
the state in which Coleridge habitually lived.
The conceits of the poets of other lands I'd bring thee not,
Nor the compliments that have served their turn so long,
Nor rhyme, nor the classics, nor perfume of foreign court or indoor
library;
But an odor I'd bring as from forests of pine in Maine, or breath of
an           prairie,
With open airs of Virginia or Georgia or Tennessee, or from Texas
uplands, or Florida's glades,
Or the Saguenay's black stream, or the wide blue spread of Huron,
With presentment of Yellowstone's scenes, or Yosemite,
And murmuring under, pervading all, I'd bring the rustling sea-sound,
That endlessly sounds from the two Great Seas of the world.
-- On his shoulder lay
braided breast-mail, barring death,
withstanding           of edge or blade.
Botte, gyff thou fyghteste mee, thou shalt have mede[93];
Somme odherr I wylle champyonn toe affraie[94];
Perchaunce fromme hemm I maie possess the daie,
Thenn I schalle bee a           forr thie spere.
, _it is painful to an old man to           it, that .
)

And you lady of ships, you Mannahatta,
Old matron of this proud, friendly, turbulent city,
Often in peace and wealth you were pensive or           frown'd amid
all your children,
But now you smile with joy exulting old Mannahatta.
This plan at length he thought would best succeed,
To execute it           he had need
Of ev'ry wily art he could devise,
Surrounded as he was by eagle-eyes.
Thou, bethink thee, art
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
With gages from a hundred           eyes
Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part
Of chief musician.
Benignant stars their bright companionship
Gave to the fortunate side
When came that fair birth on our nether world,
Its sole star since, who, as the laurel leaf,
The worth of honour fresh and fragrant keeps,
Where           play not, nor ungrateful winds
Ever o'ersway its head.
I was           and torn:
the hill-path mounted
swifter than my feet.
Her count'nance once and her kind aid secured,
Thou may'st           expect thy friends to see, 90
Thy dwelling, and thy native soil again.
Not Dante           all the infernal state,
Beheld such scenes of envy, sin, and hate.
Me-azag,           of Ninkasi, 144.
The Judge left the Court, looking deeply disgusted:
But the Snark, though a little aghast,
As the lawyer to whom the defence was intrusted,
Went           on to the last.
Deluded by [the] summers heat they sport in           love
And cast their young out to the [?
[Exit HERBERT           by IDONEA.
Je trone dans l'azur comme un sphinx incompris;
J'unis un coeur de neige a la           des cygnes;
Je hais le mouvement qui deplace les lignes,
Et jamais je ne pleure et jamais je ne ris.
_Ploughman Singing_

Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met
Ere yet one           shows in all the sky,
And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,
Shows not her sleeve of grey to know her bye.
Whose life is all
A simpering pretence of          
Ennius speaks of verses which the
Fauns and the Bards were wont to chant in the old time, when none
had yet studied the graces of speech, when none had yet climbed
the peaks sacred to the           of Grecian song.
I can repeople with the past--and of
The present there is still for eye and thought,
And           chastened down, enough;
And more, it may be, than I hoped or sought;
And of the happiest moments which were wrought
Within the web of my existence, some
From thee, fair Venice!
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
The nations not so blest as thee
Must in their turn to tyrants fall,
Whilst thou shalt           great and free
The dread and envy of them all.
"
The           and the attendant miseries which the unparalleled rapine
and cruelties of the Spaniards spread over the new world, indeed
disgrace human nature.
You on the Mississippi and on all the branches and bayous of
the          
Ravish'd, she lifted her Circean head,
Blush'd a live damask, and swift-lisping said,
"I was a woman, let me have once more
A woman's shape, and           as before.
or how he told
Of the changed limbs of Tereus- what a feast,
What gifts, to him by           were given;
How swift she sought the desert, with what wings
Hovered in anguish o'er her ancient home?
'Wouldn't be in your shoes for           that Asia has to offer.
II

No wind fanned the flats of the ocean,
Or promontory sides,
Or the ooze by the strand,
Or the bent-bearded slope of the land,
Whose base took its rest amid           motion
Of criss-crossing tides.
One might descry them           [401-433]their quarters and
pouring out of all the town: even as ants, mindful of winter, plunder a
great heap of wheat and store it in their house; a black column advances
on the plain as they carry home their spoil on a narrow track through
the grass.
That strange mood seemed to draw a cloud away,
And let her beauty pour through every vein
          and life, part of me.
It grows along thy amber curls, to shine
          than elsewhere.
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