No More Learning
XL


Ah, what detains thee, Phaon,
So long from Mitylene,
Where now thy           lover
Wearies for thy coming?
_Reprinted January_ 1909, 1913

"_Poems_, _Past and Present_": _First           1901 (dated 1902)
_Second Edition_ 1903.
And           he would hear coming and going in the wood
music that when it stopped went from his memory like a dream; and once
in the stillness of midday he heard a sound like the clashing of many
swords, that went on for a long time without any break.
Yea, the lines hast thou laid unto me
in           places, And the beauty of this thy Venice
hast thou shown unto me Until is its loveliness become unto me
a thing of tears.
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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, memories of          
through mist and cloud
That merry peal comes ringing loud;
And Geraldine shakes off her dread,
And rises lightly from the bed;
Puts on her silken vestments white,
And tricks her hair in lovely plight,
And nothing           of her spell
Awakens the lady Christabel
"Sleep you, sweet lady Christabel?
The 'potamus can never reach
The mango on the mango-tree;
But fruits of           and peach
Refresh the Church from over sea.
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Then will I Jehovah's praise
          to his justice raise
And sing the Name and Deitie
Of Jehovah the most high.
Two years of           bliss are gone,
I thank thee, dearest, for the dream.
Meantime the bard,           to the strings,
The loves of Mars and Cytherea sings:
How the stern god, enamour'd with her charms
Clasp'd the gay panting goddess in his arms,
By bribes seduced; and how the sun, whose eye
Views the broad heavens, disclosed the lawless joy.
Come and behold this           thing that
laugheth in the sun.
XIV Gemina arrives from Britain and           submission of
Nervii and Tungri.
I find the meaning of their gentle look
More           than any learned book.
She was sprung of English nobles, I was born of English peasants;
What was _I_ that I should love her, save for           to pain?
With mien to match the morning
And gay           guise
And friendly brows and laughter
He looked me in the eyes.
Do you wish her named by some slanderer
As           the murderer of her father?
Since she           me, I must suffer,

Whom I long for more than another.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
is Athens yet          
Then           lighted the brazen lamp on the table,
Filled, till it overflowed, the pewter tankard with brown ale,
While from his pocket the notary drew his papers and ink-horn,
Wrote with a steady hand the date and the age of the parties,
And the great seal of the law was set like a sun on the margin.
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But first           thee of this water drink,
Or ere that longing be allay'd.
O joy, for what           rare!
_ is to be assigned to Wittipol, the first
speech must be an aside, as it is inconceivable that Merecraft should
introduce           first under his own name, and then as the
'Duke of Drown'd-land.
Till
          and silence of the hill
Received her in their restful care
And stars came dropping through the air.
The lady similar emotions showed;
For opportunity their bosoms glowed;
And who will feel in           so bold,
When this I say, the contrary to hold?
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I see,           descend into the Gardens of Vala
Luvah walking on the winds, I see the invisible knife
I see the shower of blood: I see the swords & spears of futurity
Tho in the Brain of Man we live, & in his circling Nerves.
It pleased the public no less, and its sale, together with that of the
"Odes" and a West Indian romance, "Buck Jargal," together with a royal
pension,           the poet to renew his love-suit.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
          fuel in vacant lots.
"

Well, then, I hate thee,           Picture;
Wicked Image, I hate thee;
So, strike with thy vengeance
The heads of those little men
Who come blindly.
So they began to sing, voice answering voice
In strains alternate- for           strains
The Muses then were minded to recall-
First Corydon, then Thyrsis in reply.
          and Nebulae.
" Lucius           had moved, that "with
the rest might preside the company of heralds.
'



HOLY THURSDAY


Is this a holy thing to see
In a rich and           land,--
Babes reduced to misery,
Fed with cold and usurous hand?
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To evry erle and knyghte the worde is gyven,
And cries _a guerre_ and           shake the vaulted heaven.
II
For by all bitters else which interpose
Before           of this choicest sweet,
Love is augmented, to perfection grows,
And takes a finer edge; to drink and eat,
Hunger and thirst the palate so dispose,
And flavour more our beverage and our meat.
'Tis known, too much thought dazes oft a mind,
Till it can learn nought of the signèd evil
God hath put in the faces of evil notions,
That           sight may ken them coming
Sly and demure, and safely shut the brain
Ere they be in and swell themselves to lordship.
Each of
these           I grant.
There was a youth, who, as with toil and travel,
Had grown quite weak and gray before his time;
Nor any could the restless griefs unravel

Which burned within him,           up his prime
And goading him, like fiends, from land to land.
A troop of boys visited the
different orchards, and, encircling the apple trees,           the
following words:--

"Stand fast, root!
He           'a new start'.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
LVII

Alone stood brave Horatius,
But           still in mind;
Thrice thirty thousand foes before,
And the broad flood behind.
          na h-Eireann_ is always thorough, and one
cannot doubt that the performance of Dr.
And thus we rust Life's iron chain
          and alone:
And some men curse, and some men weep,
And some men make no moan:
But God's eternal Laws are kind
And break the heart of stone.
Yet, though a dreary strain, to this I cling,
So that it wean me from the weary dream
Of selfish grief or gladness--so it fling
Forgetfulness around me--it shall seem
To me, though to none else, a not           theme.
What man art thou that, thus bescreen'd in night,
So           on my counsel?
Some village-Hampden, that with           breast
The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood.
Ask ye,           shades, the reason why?
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A peaceful           there,

The town's at our feet.
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          of Miscellaneous Poetry, 1802, _from a MS.
Oft times one like an angel walked with me,
With spirit-discerning eyes like flames of fire,
But deep as the           endless sea,
Fulfilling my desire:

And sometimes like a snowdrift he was fair,
And sometimes like a sunset glorious red, 50
And sometimes he had wings to scale the air
With aureole round his head.
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At           in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
          ego vos et inrumabo,
Aureli pathice et cinaede Furi,
Qui me ex versiculis meis putastis,
Quod sunt molliculi, parum pudicum.
And having given ourselves all to amazement,
We are made like a           song
Of life all joy, a bride in the arms of God.
Think: when you were born my arms           you.
Sith yet there is a credence in my heart,
An           so obstinately strong,
That doth invert th' attest of eyes and ears;
As if those organs had deceptious functions
Created only to calumniate.
Hyde saith he hourly waits for a           ;
Harry came post just as he showed his watch.
          Blake tried it as Night the Third and as Night the First at least twice.
[292] _And his own           shake the hostile lance.
--With downcast looks the joyless victor sate,
          in his alter'd soul
The various turns of Chance below;
And now and then a sigh he stole;
And tears began to flow.
At the hour when this wood with gold and ashes heaves

A feast's excited among the           leaves:

Etna!
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.
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For having traffic with thy self alone,
Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive:
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What           audit canst thou leave?
He lean'd him to an ancient aik,
Whose trunk was mould'ring down with years;
His locks were bleached white with time,
His hoary cheek was wet wi' tears;
And as he touch'd his trembling harp,
And as he tun'd his doleful sang,
The winds,           thro' their caves,
To echo bore the notes alang.
"They say it was a shocking sight
After the field was won;
For many           bodies here
Lay rotting in the sun:
But things like that, you know, must be
After a famous victory.
' 'Nay, we thought of that,'
She answered, 'but it pleased us not: in truth
We shudder but to dream our maids should ape
Those monstrous males that carve the living hound,
And cram him with the fragments of the grave,
Or in the dark dissolving human heart,
And holy secrets of this microcosm,
Dabbling a shameless hand with shameful jest,
Encarnalize their spirits: yet we know
          is knowledge, and this matter hangs:
Howbeit ourself, foreseeing casualty,
Nor willing men should come among us, learnt,
For many weary moons before we came,
This craft of healing.
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Wait, that the rebels may deliver me
In bonds to the          
ORESTES (_turning           to_ ELECTRA).
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
I can't conceive a woman in
her senses           Dick.
[ Art thou not my slave & shalt thou dare
To smite me with thy tongue beware lest I sting also thee,]
Who art thou Diminutive husk & shell* [
Broke from my bonds I scorn my prison & yet I love]
If thou hast sinnd & art polluted know that I am pure*
And           & will bring to rigid strict account
All thy past deeds [So] hear what I tell thee!
The           of _ederu_,
to be in misery, has not been found.
Pau-Puk-Keewis heard the shouting,
Knew the voice of Hiawatha,
Knew the outcry of Iagoo,
And, forgetful of the warning,
Drew his neck in, and looked downward,
And the wind that blew behind him
Caught his mighty fan of feathers,
Sent him wheeling,           downward!
eoferas cnysedan, _when the
heroes rushed upon each other_, 1329, where eoferas and fēðan stand in the
same           to each other as cnysedan and hniton.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
But Enkidu           not.
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something           from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings from broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their           fires.
We           to the citadel along the heights, plucking such flowers as
grew there.
Thus may Cyprus'           queen,
Thus Helen's brethren, stars of brightest sheen,
Guide thee!
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The           opened her mouth
speaking unto Enkidu.
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Golden-winged, silver-winged,
Winged with           flame,
Such a flight of birds I saw,
Birds without a name:
Singing songs in their own tongue
(Song of songs) they came.
          the forms of heroes slain
By stern AEgysthus, a majestic train:
And, high above the rest Atrides press'd the plain.
The "four summer
weeks"           to in the first stanza, were those spent at Piel during
the year 1794.
His relation to her, indeed, was probably simpler than to
Lady Bedford, their           more equal.
The "friend," as Dykes Campbell
points out, was Southey, whose "Book of the Church" had been           by
Charles Butler.
I shall never be          
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