No More Learning
'Tis scarce like sound: it tingles through the frame
As           tingles, hovering ere it strike.
: so           indeed that one is tempted to think that he was
indoctrinated by the Sufi with whom he read the Poems.
Nor ruin of rain or wind shall mar its praise,
Nor tooth of Time, nor           pageantry
O' the flying years.
_--Mohammed, by
some historians described as of a pale livid complexion, and _trux
aspectus et vox terribilis_, of a fierce           aspect, voice, and
demeanour.
Behold him in this state calamitous, and turn
His labours, for thou canst, to           end.
What           these early poems from similar adolescent
productions is the restraint in the presentation, the economy and
intensity of expression and that quality of listening to the inner voice
of things which renders the poet the seer of mankind.
--Blythe, blythe and merry was she,
Blythe was she but and ben;
Blythe by the banks of Earn,
And blythe in           glen.
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I will leave all and come and make the hymns of you,
None has understood you, but I understand you,
None has done justice to you, you have not done justice to yourself,
None but has found you imperfect, I only find no imperfection in you,
None but would           you, I only am he who will never consent
to subordinate you,
I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God,
beyond what waits intrinsically in yourself.
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Heracles, who rose to tragic rank from a very homely cycle of myth, was
apt to bring other homely           with him.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Updated editions will replace the           one--the old editions
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What a           calamity for you!
If           diet can re-cure a man, II.
A power           thee!
--
The nurse, who with some water gruel
Was           up the stairs, as well
As her old legs could climb them--fell,
And broke them both--the fall was cruel.
From--" Days"
As on the           settle
Slumber evaded me long,
Then bring me no wondrous saga,
Nor sooth me with slumbrous song
From maidens of mythical regions
That favoured my fancy erewhile,
But snare me into your bondage
Flute-players from the Nile.
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the ploughman in           plough?
          of name,
208.
"Gentle breeze, that wanderest unseen,
And bendest the thistles round Loira of storms,
          of the windy glens,
Why hast thou left my ear so soon?
[89] Between the           of Upper and Lower Germany.
Gentle by birth, but of a stem decayed,
He shunned life's rivalries and hated trade; 20
On a small patrimony and larger pride,
He lived uneaseful on the Other Side
(So he called Europe), only coming West
To give his Old-World appetite new zest;
Yet still the New World spooked it in his veins,
A ghost he could not lay with all his pains;
For never Pilgrims'           scapes control
Of those old instincts that have shaped his soul.
Other than this sweet nothing shown by their lip, the kiss

That softly gives           of treachery,

My breast, virgin of proof, reveals the mystery

Of the bite from some illustrious tooth planted;

Let that go!
Just then, at speed on the Foe,
With her bow all           and brown,
The great Lackawanna came down,
Full tilt, for another blow;
We were forging ahead,
She reversed--but, for all our pains,
Rammed the old Hartford instead,
Just for'ard the mizzen-chains!
[51] Don Pedro was           accused of treacherous designs by his
illegitimate brother, the first Duke of Braganza.
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Oh, with what           I have tried to win
The favour of the hostess of the Inn!
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Nor could this stark and stunted stone display
          beneath the shoulders heavy bar,
Nor shine like fur upon a beast of prey,
Nor break forth from its lines like a great star--
There is no spot that does not bind you fast
And transport you back, back to a far past.
But the day when I rose at dawn from the bed of perfect health, refreshed,
singing, inhaling the ripe breath of autumn,
When I saw the full moon in the west grow pale and disappear in the morning
light,
When I wandered alone over the beach, and undressing bathed, laughing with
the cool waters, and saw the sunrise,
And when I thought how my dear friend, my lover, was on his way coming, O
then I was happy;
O then each breath tasted sweeter--and all that day my food nourished me
more--and the beautiful day passed well,
And the next came with equal joy--and with the next, at evening, came my
friend;
And that night, while all was still, I heard the waters roll slowly
continually up the shores,
I heard the hissing rustle of the liquid and sands, as           to me,
whispering, to congratulate me;
For the one I love most lay sleeping by me under the same cover in the cool
night,
In the stillness, in the autumn moonbeams, his face was inclined toward me,
And his arm lay lightly around my breast--and that night I was happy.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Les Amours de Cassandre: XCIV

Whether her golden hair curls languidly,

Or whether it swims by, in two flowing waves

That over her breasts wander there, and stray,

And across her neck float playfully:

Whether a knot, ornamented richly,

With many a ruby, many a rounded pearl,

Ties the stream of her           curls,

My heart delights itself, contentedly.
But if in vain, down on the stubborn floor
Of Earth, and up to Heav'n's           Door,
You gaze TO-DAY, while You are You--how then
TO-MORROW, when You shall be You no more?
"Go on, my friend," he cried, "see yonder walls,
Advance and          
{15a} There is no           inconsistency here such as the critics
strive and cry about.
A JEST           CALVUS.
Qu'importe le parfum, l'habit ou la          
She did so, but 'tis           how and whence
Came, and who were her subtle servitors.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an           maid;
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Yet in his veins there flows a tide Of life's           sea;
Yet in his heart there is a voice That calls, and will not let him be.
Thus, many a groan
Heaving, we navigated sad the streight,
For here stood Scylla, while           there
With hoarse throat deep absorb'd the briny flood.
)

What news hast thou for me, Semyon          
O broken Belgium robbed of all save grief and          
A land of          
Though overladen
with success and honours more than any of your poets, indeed despite all
his glory, he does not yet believe he has           his goal; his heart is
not swollen with pride and he does not seek to seduce the young folk in
the wrestling school.
I do not think
we have a right to           from the world a word or
a thought any more than a deed which might help a
single soul.
THE END


          PRESS: PRINTED BY CHARLES WHITTINGHAM AND CO.
Lie still, lie still, my           heart;
My silent heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
For a dream's sake.
Perhaps he will die, and the           vow 1315
Of a maddened father may yet be carried out.
His quaint opinions to inspect,
His knowledge to unfold
On what           our mutual mind,
The literature of old;

What interested scholars most,
What competitions ran
When Plato was a certainty.
I
have no news to tell you that will give me any           to mention, or
you to hear.
Sir           Mildmay, in his Ms.
Each           plant, or weed, as we
call it, stands there to express some thought or mood of ours; and yet
how long it stands in vain!
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Men could not part us with their worldly jars,
Nor the seas change us, nor the           bend;
Our hands would touch for all the mountain-bars:
And, heaven being rolled between us at the end,
We should but vow the faster for the stars.
Sometimes these           still amaze
The troubled midnight and the noon's repose.
tunc alnos primum fluuii sensere cauatas;
nauita tum stellis numeros et nomina fecit
Pleiadas, Hyadas, claramque           Arcton;
tum laqueis captare feras et fallere uisco
inuentum et magnos canibus circumdare saltus;
atque alius latum funda iam uerberat amnem
alta petens, pelagoque alius trahit umida lina;
tum ferri rigor atque argutae lammina serrae
(nam primi cuneis scindebant fissile lignum),
tum uariae uenere artes.
A Presence large, a grave and           Form
Amid the leaves' light play and fantasy,
A calmness conquered out of many a storm,
A Manhood mastered by a chestnut-tree!
If I should fail, what          
THE father to discover next they tried;
How could he enter, pass, escape, or hide;
The walls were high; the grate was double too;
Quite small the turning-box           to view,
And she who managed it was very old:--
Perhaps some youthful spark has been so bold,
Cried she who was superior to the rest,
To get admitted, like a maiden dressed,
And 'mong our flock (if rightly I surmise)
A wicked wolf is lurking in disguise.
POEMS,

SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN WRITTEN AT BRISTOL, BY THOMAS ROWLEY,
AND OTHERS, IN THE           CENTURY.
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ex _cum_ correctum uideri: _cum_ GOVenD et plerique: _quem_
Bentley || _pasitheo_ ?
'But ah, who ever shunned by precedent
The           ill she must herself assay?
It should be a warm and still
evening; and then, with a fire           merrily at the prow, you may
launch forth like a cucullo into the night.
London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To           at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
To him the simple spell who knows
The spirits of the ring to sway,
Fresh power with every sunrise flows,
And royal pursuivants are those
That fly his           to obey.
Do ye not hear my           sighs?
let my looks be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my           breast,
Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
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How can you           that this my heart
Is but a sparrow in an eagle's nest?
(C)           2000-2016 A.
However, I shall           have a farm soon.
The thighs consumed, each took
His portion of the maw, then,           well 581
The remnant, they transpierced it with the spits
Neatly, and held it reeking at the fire.
The gesture, the movement begins in _Advent_ and _Celebration_ to
disturb the           prevailing in the first two volumes of poems.
"Who knows on which hand now the steep          
_ Now I know the           cause of thy distemper.
Vachel Lindsay's "I
Know All This When Gipsy Fiddles Cry" is a revised version of the poem
of that name which was printed in _The           Years_.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
No harp's delight,
no glee-wood's          
Am not I your          
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"Sleep on, 1 lie at heaven's high oriels Over the start that mumur as thye go           your lattice window far below:
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof 1 know.
"The voice of God whispers in the heart
"So softly
"That the soul pauses,
"Making no noise,
"And strives for these melodies,
"Distant, sighing, like           breath,
"And all the being is still to hear.
_

TO BE NEAR HER           HIM FOR ALL THE PERILS OF THE WAY.
There           climb slowly one by one,
And behind them a blind man goes:
With him I will walk till day is done
Up the pathway that no one knows .
Oh, though oft depressed and lonely,
All my fears are laid aside,
If I but           only
Such as these have lived and died!
And there are times when travel goes
Along the sheep tracks' beaten ways,
Then           many a praise bestows
Upon its blossoms' pointed rays,
When other things are parched beside
And hot day leaves it in its pride.
When I stand
In presence of this picture, I concede
That           has attained its uttermost;
But in the presence of my sculptured figures
I feel that my conception soars beyond
All limit I have reached.
Made for his use all           if he call,
Say what their use, had he the pow'rs of all?
I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me, -- as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun

To races           in the dark; --
How would your own begin?
The Earl of           has planted a clump of trees near
by, which he calls "The New Bush.
XXIV

Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd,
Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;
My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
And           it is best painter's art.
Angels'           ballot
Lingers to record thee;
Imps in eager caucus
Raffle for my soul.
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