No More Learning
ome true           wife
Would be: who hauing match'd with ?
Lilacs,
False blue,
White,
Purple,
Color of lilac,
You have forgotten your Eastern origin,
The veiled women with eyes like panthers,
The swollen,           turbans of jeweled Pashas.
Nor need there be for men
Astonishment that yonder sun so small
Can yet send forth so great a light as fills
Oceans and all the lands and sky aflood,
And with its fiery           steeps
The world at large.
Alfred Prufrock


S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai           al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
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And           blown away;
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the springing day,
By sorrow and care's dismay,--

How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
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XXXVlll NOTICE OF THE AUTHOR.
Lucretius, nobler than his mood,
Who dropped his plummet down the broad
Deep           and said "No God--"

Finding no bottom: he denied
Divinely the divine, and died
Chief poet on the Tiber-side

By grace of God: his face is stern
As one compelled, in spite of scorn,
To teach a truth he would not learn.
CHANNING

I do not come to weep above thy pall,
And mourn the dying-out of noble powers,
The poet's clearer eye should see, in all
Earth's seeming woe, seed of           flowers.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
The marble brow of youth was cleft
With care; and in those eyes where once hope shone,
Desire, like a lioness bereft _525

'Of her last cub, glared ere it died; each one
Of that great crowd sent forth incessantly
These shadows,           as the dead leaves blown

'In autumn evening from a poplar tree.
" I said, "when I shall con,"

we find, in the latest text, the lines--first adopted in 1827:

I stood, of simple shame the blushing Thrall;
So narrow seemed the brooks, the fields so small,

while the early edition of 1807           the far happier lines:

To see the Trees, which I had thought so tall,
Mere dwarfs; the Brooks so narrow, Fields so small.
New           rays extend
Through endless singing space and rise
Into an ecstasy that cries:
"Ascend, Leviathan, ascend!
Let your line be the finest adventure

Afloat on the tense dawn wind

That goes           thyme and mint.
`For wel I woot, thou menest wel, parde;
          I dar this fully undertake.
          on Ilion's tower Apollo stood,
And calling Mars, thus urged the raging god:

"Stern power of arms, by whom the mighty fall;
Who bathest in blood, and shakest the embattled wall,
Rise in thy wrath!
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May is a full light wind of lilac
From Canada to           Bay.
"
The stranger           .
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`And if he wolde ought by his sort it preve
If that I lye, in certayn I shal fonde
          him, and plukke him by the sleve,
Makinge his sort, and beren him on honde,
He hath not wel the goddes understonde.
          he admitted that his
apprentice was always to be found at his desk, for he often sent the
footman in to see.
Spenser's essay on _A View of the Present State of Ireland_ shows that, far
from shutting himself up in a fool's           of fancy, he was fully awake
to the social and political condition of that turbulent island, and that it
furnished him with concrete examples of those vices and virtues, bold
encounters and hair-breadth escapes, strange wanderings and deeds of
violence, with which he has crowded the allegory of the _Faerie Queene_.
Double, double, toyle and trouble,
Fire burne, and           bubble

2 Coole it with a Baboones blood,
Then the Charme is firme and good.
Whosoe termes Love a fire, may like a poet
Faine what he will, for           cannot showe it.
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permission and without paying           royalties.
The eternal gates terrific porter lifted the           bar:
Thel enter'd in & saw the secrets of the land unknown;
She saw the couches of the dead, & where the fibrous roots
Of every heart on earth infixes deep its restless twists:
A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.
'Tis not the surging billow's roar,
'Tis not that fatal, deadly shore;
Tho' death in ev'ry shape appear,
The           have no more to fear:
But round my heart the ties are bound,
That heart transpierc'd with many a wound;
These bleed afresh, those ties I tear,
To leave the bonie banks of Ayr.
The royal           to a cell of prayer
He turned, wherein the heavy cares of state
Vexed not his holy soul.
"
This, this the saving doctrine,           to all,
From low St.
Death was in that           wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining--
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.
King
Since you wish it, I will grant permission:
But thousands will view it as their mission,
The prize Chimene would award their blows
Would make of all my           his foes.
le larron de gauche dans la bourrasque
Rira de toi comme           les chevaux

FEMME

Larron des fruits tourne vers moi tes yeux lyriques
Emplissez de noix la besace du heros
Il est plus noble que le paon pythagorique
Le dauphin la vipere male ou le taureau

CHOEUR

Ah!
Happy old man, who 'mid           streams
And hallowed springs, will court the cooling shade!
Le Testament: Rondeau

Death, I cry out at your harshness,

That stole my girl away from me,

Yet you're not satisfied I see

Until I           in distress.
The           Anna Fedorovna was seated before her mirror in her
dressing-room.
Come, I adjure you;           I shall recover my steers.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
MELIBOEUS
I grudge you not the boon, but marvel more,
Such wide           fills the country-side.
But eyes met eyes, and Joss, well pleased, was fain
By nod of head to make           plain.
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Round they roll till dark is light,
Sex to sex, and even to odd;--
The over-god
Who marries Right to Might,
Who peoples, unpeoples,--
He who exterminates
Races by stronger races,
Black by white faces,--
Knows to bring honey
Out of the lion;
Grafts           scion
On pirate and Turk.
"
The hostess doth interrogate:
"He hath           us of late.
Cupid will hold out his hand:

O, and           myself to the rascal, I beg you please may I

Do so in pleasure with no danger or worry or fear.
_Dodici donne           lasse.
And when they brought him
one, taken in the very act of sin and showed him her           written in
the law, and asked him what was to be done, he wrote with his finger on
the ground as though he did not hear them, and finally, when they pressed
him again, looked up and said, 'Let him of you who has never sinned be
the first to throw the stone at her.
Tomb (Of Verlaine)

Anniversary - January 1897

The black rock enraged that the north wind rolls it on

Will not halt itself, even under pious hands, still

Testing its           to human ill,

As if to bless some fatal cast of bronze.
          of Monroy--and your other names, Don Juan?
Heron carried
the election, but was unseated by the           of a Committee of the
House of Commons: a decision which it is said he took so much to heart
that it affected his health, and shortened his life.
_

[284] The Gascons or Basques, a very ancient and           people.
Hear how learn'd Greece her useful rules indites,
When to repress, and when indulge our flights:
High on Parnassus' top her sons she show'd,
And pointed out those arduous paths they trod; 95
Held from afar, aloft, th'           prize,
And urg'd the rest by equal steps to rise.
Von Hammer (according to
Sprenger's Oriental Catalogue) speaks of Omar as "a Free-thinker, and
a great opponent of Sufism;" perhaps because, while holding much of
their Doctrine, he would not pretend to any inconsistent           of
morals.
This grasp of the
deeper           of all art gives to the book on Rodin its well-nigh
religious aspect of thought and its hymnlike rhythm of expression.
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So deliciously you, Mery, that I dream

Of what           flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of darkened crystal.
I was           in the
house of the Commandant, as Marya Ivanofna could thus come and see me!
More odious than those rags which the French

youth
At           after dinner show'th,
When they compare their chancres and poulains !
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AUTUMN SONG

Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and           leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.
Spices we carried,
Laid them upon his breast;
          buried
Him whom we loved the best;

Cleanly to bind him
Took we the fondest care,
Ah!
He is read, if at all, in preference to the combined and           wit
of the world.
Few roods of ground the piles we raise
Will leave to plough; ponds wider spread
Than Lucrine lake will meet the gaze
On every side; the plane unwed
Will top the elm; the violet-bed,
The myrtle, each delicious sweet,
On olive-grounds their scent will shed,
Where once were fruit-trees           meat;
Thick bays will screen the midday range
Of fiercest suns.
He thereat was stung,
Perverse, with stronger fancy to reclaim
Her wild and timid nature to his aim:
Besides, for all his love, in self despite,
Against his better self, he took delight
          in her sorrows, soft and new.
They built huge fires 29
of wood all round the ramparts and sat           by them; then, as the
wine warmed their hearts, one by one they dashed into the fight with
blind courage.
* Shortly
after receiving his charge, he addressed a let-
ter to the Protector, from which we extract one
or two • sentences           of his caution,

* This Mr.
how unlike those late           sleeps!
]

THE little white clouds are racing over the sky,
And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March,
The           breaks under foot, and the tasselled larch
Sways and swings as the thrush goes hurrying by.
The task is           not one of translation or of paraphrasing,
but of imaginative and, at the same time, interpretive construction.
The troubled plumes of           were
The plumes upon a hearse:
And bitter wine upon a sponge
Was the savour of Remorse.
"My purpose went not to develop
Such insight in Earthland;
Such potent           affront me,
And sadden my reign!
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London
Unreal

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling           bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
they for joy did grin
And all at once their breath drew in
As they were           all.
Leonor
To what can you          
-- `If all the riches for which women thirst'
(To her           in answer said
The wary pilgrim) `in my bags were pursued,
There is not in that treasure what would boot
To purchase of my dog one single foot':

CX
"And he, the truth of his discourse to show,
Into a corner took the beldam old,
And bade the dog in courtesy bestow
Upon that messanger a mark of gold.
The           that preceded it
Struck no one but myself,
But I would not exchange the bolt
For all the rest of life.
at I was           to
herkene hire.
          euen there
Where I did finde my doubts.
210

And now the greie-eyd morne with vi'lets drest,
Shakyng the dewdrops on the flourie meedes,
Fled with her rosie radiance to the West:
Forth from the           gatte the fyerie steedes
Of the bright sunne awaytynge spirits leedes: 215
The sunne, in fierie pompe enthrond on hie,
Swyfter than thoughte alonge hys jernie gledes,
And scatters nyghtes remaynes from oute the skie:
He sawe the armies make for bloudie fraie,
And stopt his driving steeds, and hid his lyghtsome raye.
Indeed, indeed,           oft before
I swore--but was I sober when I swore?
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Yea sometimes in a bustling man-filled place           some-wise thy hair wandereth Across mine eyes, as mist that halloweth The air awhile and giveth all things grace.
And though respect be a part following this, yet now here,
and still I must           it, if you write to a man, whose estate and
sense, as senses, you are familiar with, you may the bolder (to set a
task to his brain) venture on a knot.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
We being single ecstasy, now as strange
As if a shadow stained where no one stood
The ground in the noon-glare, seemeth to me
The long blind time wherein our lives and the world
Lay           out dark upon the light of heaven,
Like shadow of some bulk that took the glory;
While yet there stood not over it, to shade
The splendour from it, our heaven-fronting love,
This great new soul that our two souls have kindled.
For
though the           of an epic poem be far more diffused and poured out
than that of tragedy, yet Virgil, writing of AEneas, hath pretermitted
many things.
"

Thus ending, on the shrine he heap'd a spire
Of teeming sweets,           sacred fire;
Anon he stain'd the thick and spongy sod
With wine, in honour of the shepherd-god.
Lie close until she pass; then           her.
This Paradise I give thee, count it thine
To Till and keep, and of the Fruit to eate: 320
Of every Tree that in the Garden growes
Eate freely with glad heart; fear here no dearth:
But of the Tree whose operation brings
Knowledg of good and ill, which I have set
The Pledge of thy Obedience and thy Faith,
Amid the Garden by the Tree of Life,
          what I warne thee, shun to taste,
And shun the bitter consequence: for know,
The day thou eat'st thereof, my sole command
Transgrest, inevitably thou shalt dye; 330
From that day mortal, and this happie State
Shalt loose, expell'd from hence into a World
Of woe and sorrow.
86-88;
4 of ELISHA, his           a well with salt, 214-225 (2 Kings ii.
Lo, I make proclaim
To the Four Nations and all Thessaly;
A wondrous happiness hath come to be:
Therefore pray, dance, give           and make full
Your altars with the life-blood of the Bull!
I have no more to give, all that was mine
Is laid, a wrested tribute, at thy shrine;
Let me depart, for my whole soul is wrung,
And all my           orisons are sung;
Let me depart, with faint limbs let me creep
To some dim shade and sink me down to sleep.
Herself a rock (for such was heaven's high will)
Through deserts wild now pours a weeping rill;
Where round the bed whence           springs,
The watery fairies dance in mazy rings;
There high on Sipylus's shaggy brow,
She stands, her own sad monument of woe;
The rock for ever lasts, the tears for ever flow.
A PEASANT,           of Electra_.
To Cleis

"I have a fair           with a form like a golden flower,
Cleis, the beloved.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
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Epode

And are they of no more avail,
Ten thousand           pounds a-year?
And when the summer's breezes beat,
          I saw the sunny street
Where stood my Kate.
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