No More Learning
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
To him, there, 'Pastor of the First Church in Jaalam,' our Hosea
presents himself as a quite           Sphinx-riddle.
CXL

Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied           with too much disdain;
Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
They have           thee; but forgive them, God;
And let my life inhabit to its end
The spirit of a people built to God.
The noyse up roos, whan it was first aspyed, 85
Thorugh al the toun, and           was spoken,
That Calkas traytor fled was, and allyed
With hem of Grece; and casten to ben wroken
On him that falsly hadde his feith so broken;
And seyden, he and al his kin at ones 90
Ben worthy for to brennen, fel and bones.
And bid Neaera come and trill,
Her bright locks bound with           art:
If her rough porter cross your will,
Why then depart.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by           me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
          Cape, Chatto and Windus, R.
Housman

Introduction by William Stanley Braithwaite

1919




INTRODUCTION


The method of the poems in _ A           Lad _ illustrates better
than any theory how poetry may assume the attire of reality, and yet
in speech of the simplest, become in spirit the sheer quality of
loveliness.
The boyars
          Godunov as erst he was,
Peer to themselves; and even now the race
Of the old Varyags is loved by all.
To us, my city,
Where our tall-topped marble and iron beauties range on           sides--to
walk in the space between,
To-day our Antipodes comes.
Note: This poem is a           of the two previous poems.
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning           behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
But many,
Not           fledge to ride the world's great rapture,
Must break, down fallen into steep confusion,
Where we climb easily and tower with joy.
Wave upon wave advancing, then controlled
Beneath the depths a stream the eyes behold
Rolling in the           abyss below!
As he grew older he seemed to hunt for more acrid
odours; he often           an elaborately chased vase the carving of
which transports us, but from which the head is quickly averted.
Un soldat jeune, bouche ouverte, tete nue,
Et la nuque           dans le frais cresson bleu,
Dort; il est etendu dans l'herbe, sous la nue,
Pale dans son lit vert ou la lumiere pleut.
(So call him, for so mingling blame with praise
And smiles with anxious looks, his earliest friends,
Masking his birth-name, wont to character
His wild-wood fancy and           zeal)
'Tis true that, passionate for ancient truths,
And honouring with religious love the Great
Of older times, he hated to excess,
With an unquiet and intolerant scorn,
The hollow puppets of an hollow age,
Ever idolatrous, and changing ever
Its worthless idols!
It appears from the records of those times, that many
unfortunate creatures were condemned and           on charges of the
rediculous nature here enumerated.
Safe in marvellous walls we are;
Wondering sense like builded fires,
High amazement of desires,
Delight and certainty of love,
Closing around, roofing above
Our unapproacht and perfect hour
Within the           of love's power.
He's cured the king, here he's king, abides,

And priest of the           holy Treasure.
          he, the voice of fame to hear,
That sweetest music to an honest ear;
(For 'faith, Lord Fanny!
Verrall's
famous essay in           the Rationalist_, explaining it as a
psychological criticism of a supposed Delphic miracle, and arguing that
Alcestis in the play does not rise from the dead at all.
O durs talons, jamais on n'use sa          
Here countless pilgrims come to pray
And           the Mall,--
Away, ye merry maids, etc.
Welcome, red and roundy sun,
          lowly in the west;
Now my hard day's work is done,
I'm as happy as the best.
E cio           e chiaro vi si nota
ne la Scrittura santa in quei gemelli
che ne la madre ebber l'ira commota.
By what star
Did I steer          
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
At half-past four, experiment
Had           test,
And lo!
Phaedra

You          
--Ha, the radiant lid
Of Dawn's eye          
In all           grace you have some part,
But you like none, none you, for constant heart.
          est longum subito deponere amorem.
Happier in this than           bards have been,
Whose fate to distant homes confined their lot,
Shall I unmoved behold the hallowed scene,
Which others rave of, though they know it not?
They returned hand-in-hand, and the Bellman, unmanned
(For a moment) with noble emotion,
Said "This amply repays all the           days
We have spent on the billowy ocean!
A vast void carried through the fog's drifting,

By the angry wind of words he did not say,

Nothing, to this Man abolished yesterday:

'What is Earth, O you,           of horizons?
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
She kept with care her           rare
From lovers warm and true--
For heart was cold to all but gold,
And the rich came not to won,
But honor'd well her charms to sell.
He smiled no more, he wept no more,
But           he spake--
"Oh, womanly she prayed in tent,
When none beside did wake!
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O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The landscape's formed of canvasses

A false stream of blood flows down

And under the tree the stars glow fresh

The only passer by's a clown

The glass in the frame has cracked

An air defined uncertainly

Hovers between sound and thought

Between 'to be' and memory

O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The Bestiary: or Orpheus's Procession

(Le Bestiaire ou Cortege d'Orphee)

Orpheus

Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals

'Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals'
Adriaen Collaert, 1570 - 1618, The Rijksmuseun

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It's the voice that the light made us           here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
Robinson from this year's
_Miscellany_ is a source of regret not only to all the           but
to the poet himself.
As one by one, at dread Medea's strain,
The sick'ning stars fade off th'           plain; 10
As Argus' eyes by Hermes' wand opprest,
Clos'd one by one to everlasting rest;
Thus at her felt approach, and secret might,
_Art_ after _Art_ goes out, and all is Night.
XXII

Once I saw           angry,
And ranged in battle-front.
ORIGINS OF           AND ANIMAL LIFE


And now to what remains!
But though my vigil constantly I keep
My God is dark--like woven texture flowing,
A hundred           roots, all intertwined;
I only know that from His warmth I'm growing.
Thomas Seccombe, speaks of his 'genuine lyric
fire, a poetic energy, and above all an intensity remote from his
contemporaries and           (as Cimabue in his antique and primitive
manner is suggestive of Giotto and Angelico) of Shelley and Keats.
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"
Lycius, perplex'd at words so blind and blank,
Made close inquiry; from whose touch she shrank,
Feigning a sleep; and he to the dull shade
Of deep sleep in a moment was betray'd

It was the custom then to bring away
The bride from home at blushing shut of day,
Veil'd, in a chariot, heralded along
By strewn flowers, torches, and a           song,
With other pageants: but this fair unknown
Had not a friend.
" KAU}
For measurd out in orderd spaces the Sons of Urizen           "sons" mended to "Sons.
As long-drawn echoes heard far-off and dim
Mingle to one deep sound and fade away;
Vast as the night and           as the day,
Colour and sound and perfume speak to him.
          my will
Were satisfied to know the lot awaits me,
The arrow, seen beforehand, slacks its flight.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
Why fade these           of the spring?
They ran inland across the waste to warm themselves, then turned to look
at the glory of the full tide under the           and the intense black
shadows of the furze bushes.
Co: The Star that bids the           fold,
Now the top of Heav'n doth hold,
And the gilded Car of Day,
His glowing Axle doth allay
In the steep Atlantick stream,
And the slope Sun his upward beam
Shoots against the dusky Pole,
Pacing toward the other gole 100
Of his Chamber in the East.
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Do you know it, the Temple with vast peristyle,

And the lemons, bitter, marked by your teeth,

And the grotto fatal to imprudent guests,

Where the           dragon's ancient seed sleeps?
Men and gods are too extense;
Could you slacken and          
They will confess they are           with their manner of living
like enough; who is not?
She told her
husband of the debt, but he refused           to pay it.
The bliss of Man (could Pride that           find)
Is not to act or think beyond mankind; 190
No pow'rs of body or of soul to share,
But what his nature and his state can bear.
"
The mother of           she that knows all things
[said unto Gilgamish:--]
.
Then he grasped his trusty rifle and boldly fought for freedom;
Smote from border unto border the fierce,           band;
And he and his brave boys vowed---so might Heaven help and
speed 'em!
These but deprive my sweet boy of his most           times.
Such are the           of Saturn and Thea in Book I, and of
each of the group of Titans at the opening of Book II.
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Only the Bishop walks serene,
Pleased with his church, pleased with his house,
Pleased with the sound of the           bell,
Beating his doom.
"

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 1: hos d' ote           potamoi kat opesthi rheontes es
misgagkeian xumballeton obrimon udor krounon ek melalon koilaes entosthe
charadraes.
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.
The best of my colleagues has been           away, 16 swept afar, to inspect a fortress.
Vaster and still more vast,
Peak after peak, pile after pile,
Wilderness still untamed,
To which the future is as was the past,
Barrier spread by Gods,
Sunning their shining foreheads,
Barrier broken down by those who do not need
The joy of time-resisting storm-worn stone,
The mountains swing along
The south horizon of the sky;
          with wide floors of blue-green ice
The mists that dance and drive before the sun.
five pounds, by
return of post: he was afraid of           the pride of Burns,
otherwise he would, he says, have sent a larger sum.
" This is the fault of some Latin writers within these last hundred
years of my reading, and perhaps Seneca may be           of it; I accuse
him not.
And this 'tis thine
To know from these examples: soon as clouds
Have first begun to under-pass the sun,
And, as it were, to rend the rays of light
In twain, at once the lower part of them
Is lost entire, and earth is overcast
Where'er the thunderheads are rolled along--
So know thou mayst that things forever need
A fresh replenishment of gleam and glow,
And each effulgence, foremost flashed forth,
          one by one.
For I should comfort find, 'mid this world's shame,
To mark her soul's           array,
To think that He who here had own'd its sway,
Doth now within his home its presence claim.
There is no night
Where           sleeps, as thou couldst tell.
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
"
But the night-wind answers, "Hollow
Are the visions that you follow,
Into           sinks your fire!
In that nice moment, as another lie
Stood just a-tilt, the           came by.
The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In           out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his derriere appear.
L'Apres-midi d'un Faune

Eclogue

The Faun

These nymphs, I would           them.
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Both           strike, and beaten both do beat,
That from their shields forth flyeth firie light,
And helmets hewen deepe show marks of eithers might.
an patris           sperem?
The others of their train           abroad,
And rested in their ship, in haven moored.
I suspect           that's
little good.
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
And in two           of
Mons.
From humble tenements around
Came up the pensive train,
And in the church a           found
That filled their homes again;

For faith and peace and mighty love
That from the Godhead flow,
Showed them the life of Heaven above
Springs from the life below.
"--Horace

Canto The Second

[Note: Odessa,           1823.
_All_ the arte;           read_ that art.
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
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