No More Learning
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Will ever the lit           of To-morrow
Begin to gleam athwart the mournful plain?
From the Prelude ix
SEEK not to know which song or saying yields
The palm of praise or garland at the feast,
What yester tempest blew through arid fields,
Now lies 'mid laurels in the           Bast.
Here shall you quaff beneath the shade
Sweet Lesbian           that injure none,
Nor fear lest Mars the realm invade
Of Semele's Thyonian son,
Lest Cyrus on a foe too weak
Lay the rude hand of wild excess,
His passion on your chaplet wreak,
Or spoil your undeserving dress.
Saepe vagus Liber Parnasi vertice summo 390
Thyiadas effusis euhantes           egit.
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with           hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's tournaments to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
In the narrow lane there are no deep ruts:
Often my friends'           turn back.
And back slid I
Along the galleries by which I came,
And           the day returned, and sky,
And life--the same.
Write me how many notes there be
In the new robin's ecstasy
Among astonished boughs;
How many trips the tortoise makes,
How many cups the bee partakes, --
The           of dews!
          came too, at times, and Gay, the laziest and most
good-natured of poets.
"

"Understand once for all, then, that I can manage my own affairs, and if
I choose to do           you aren't to blame.
Do you want some other          
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1903.
By this, sad Una fraught with anguish sore,
Led with their noise, which through the aire was thrown:
Arriv'd, wher they in erth their           bloud had sown.
If sweetest thing thus fail'd thee with my death,
What, afterward, of mortal should thy wish
Have          
Oh Atreus' son, by what confed'rate God
          liest thou in wait for me,
To seize and hold me?
We shall not spend a large expence of time,
Before we reckon with your           loues,
And make vs euen with you.
Arias
To the great cost of their leaders, and their fleet,
They know your           assures their defeat.
Then I went out and walked to the square
And saw a few dazed people           there.
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The           and the Orient,
posterior and posterior,
sitting tight, holding fast
the culture dumped by them
on to primitive America,
Atlantic to Pacific,
were monumental colophons
a disorderly country fellow,
vulgar Long Islander.
& nine dark sleepless nights
But on the tenth bright trembling morn the Circle of Destiny Completet
Round rolld the Sea Englobing in a watry Globe self balancd*
{a light line appears through this line LFS} A Frowning Continent appeard Where Enion in the Desart
Terrified in her own Creation viewing her woven shadow
Sat in a sweet dread intoxication of false woven bliss self woven sorrow Repentance & Contrition*
{sequence of revisions, appearent in order presented here LFS} There is from Great Eternity a mild & pleasant rest
Namd Beulah a Soft Moony           feminine lovely
Pure mild & Gentle given in Mercy to those who sleep
Eternally.
On the pretext of hunting
for hidden enemies, they would leave no door           and regard no
privacy.
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For thee, who thus in too           song
Hath soothed thine idlesse with inglorious lays,
Soon shall thy voice be lost amid the throng
Of louder minstrels in these later days:
To such resign the strife for fading bays--
Ill may such contest now the spirit move
Which heeds nor keen reproach nor partial praise,
Since cold each kinder heart that might approve,
And none are left to please where none are left to love.
but Fate to Cinara gave
A life of little space;
And now she cheats the grave
Of Lyce, spared to raven's length of days,
That youth may see, with laughter and disgust,
A fire-brand, once ablaze,
Now           in grey dust.
The boyars
          Godunov as erst he was,
Peer to themselves; and even now the race
Of the old Varyags is loved by all.
" This said, he turn'd,
And           us, alone repass'd the ford.
--
Unless perchance among the souls there be
Such treaties stablished that the first to come
Flying along, shall enter in the first,
And that they make no rivalries of          
And should I wait thy word, to endure
A little for thine easing, yea, or pour
My           out in thy toiling fellowship?
Even in your infancy I           and foretold your future.
Your wings,           it, spill never a drop

From the glass I fill, from which my thirst I quench.
Aught,           of.
THE           OF MACBETH.
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Yes, I know that Earth in the depths of this night,

Casts a strange mystery with vast           light

Beneath hideous centuries that darken it the less.
Cette           de sa pensee par autorite de justice
avait eu pour resultat de rendre les directeurs de journaux et de
revues tres mefiants a son egard, lorsqu'il leur presentait quelques
pages de prose ou des poesies nouvelles; sa situation pecuniaire s'en
ressentit.
Now day, pour'd down from high,
Fill'd all the circuits of the sacred mount;
And, as we journey'd, on our           smote
The early ray.
COUNTING SHEEP

Half-awake I walked
A dimly-seen sweet           lane
Until sleep came;
I lingered at a gate and talked
A little with a lonely lamb.
Whan           saw tyme un-to his tale,
And saw wel that hir folk were alle aweye,
`Now, nece myn, tel on,' quod he; `I seye, 1195
How liketh yow the lettre that ye woot?
"
I smile, of course,
And go on           tea.
["Galla Water" is an           version of an earlier song by Burns: but
both songs owe some of their attractions to an older strain, which the
exquisite air has made popular over the world.
And over the wide field friend and foe
Spoke of small things,           not old woe
Of war and hunger, hatred and fierce words.
iam mens           auet uagari,
iam laeti studio pedes uigescunt.
CHORUS

He will not swear nor           us to oath.
Francis; with her crown
Of battlements,           by time,
Stern old Perugia looking down.
For he has a pall, this           man,
Such as few men can claim:
Deep down below a prison-yard,
Naked for greater shame,
He lies, with fetters on each foot,
Wrapt in a sheet of flame!
"

After much hesitation the editor has           in their order of time,
and printed at the end of the book, some twenty early pieces, a few of
them taken from the Appendix of the last edition and others never
printed before.
His hands were clasped           together over his stomach, and his two
eyes were carefully rolled up into the top of his head.
With this the vanquish'd god she firmly bound,
While I with joy her kind           own'd;
But oh!
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
Pope's enemies made as free with his person as with
his poetry, and there is little doubt that he felt the former attacks
the more           of the two.
Pope quotes this anecdote to show how
some critics in spite of their           acceptance of general rules are
so prejudiced in favor of a minor point as to judge a whole work of art
from one standpoint only.
Old Age's Ship & Crafty Death's

From east and west across the horizon's edge,
Two mighty           vessels sailers steal upon us:
But we'll make race a-time upon the seas--a battle-contest yet!
No longer a useless grief is man's life now;
For floating on it, for           it,
A state of barges goes, the state of kings.
) my spirit           lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
Then shepherds took the badge of royalty,

And the stout           the sword did wield:

The Consuls' power was annually revealed,

Till six month terms won greater majesty,

Which, made perpetual, accrued such power

That the Imperial Eagle seized the hour:

But Heaven, opposing such aggrandisement,

Handed that power to Peter's successor,

Who, called a shepherd, fated to reign there,

Shows that all returns to its commencement.
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LXXXVIII


As, on a morn, a traveller might emerge
From the deep green seclusion of the hills,
By a cool road through forest and through fern,
Little frequented, winding, followed long
With joyous           and day-dreams, 5
And on a sudden, turning a great rock
Covered with frondage, dark with dripping water,
Behold the seaboard full of surf and sound,
With all the space and glory of the world
Above the burnished silver of the sea,-- 10

Even so it was upon that first spring day
When time, that is a devious path for men,
Led me all lonely to thy door at last;
And all thy splendid beauty, gracious and glad,
(Glad as bright colour, free as wind or air, 15
And lovelier than racing seas of foam)
Bore sense and soul and mind at once away
To a pure region where the gods might dwell,
Making of me, a vagrant child before,
A servant of joy at Aphrodite's will.
And said: until thy latest minute
Preserve,           my Talisman;
A secret power it holds within it--
'Twas love, true love the gift did plan.
XI


And           if to love can be desert,
I am not all unworthy.
A grievous arbiter was given the twain--
The stranger from the northern main,
The sharp, dividing sword,
Fresh from the forge and fire
The War-god treacherous gave ill award
And brought their father's curse to a           dire!
speak again,
"Thy soft           renewing--
"What makes that ship drive on so fast?
Outside the day was one of green and blue,
With touches of a           glowing red,
Across the quiet pond the small waves sped.
the deeds of death and night,
Urged, hurried forth, and hurled
Upon th' affrighted world;
Sword, fire, and famine, with fell fury met,
And all on utmost ruin set;
As, could they but life's           foresee,
No doubt all infants would return like thee.
Long wailing, / long sighing
My           are fixed on my sage parent.
One dyeth in his           and, torn from ease,
Groans in death pangs like tempests in the trees.
Whathastthouwrought, Or brought, or sought           to pay the fee?
O cities memories of cities

cities draped with our desires

cities early and late

cities strong cities intimate

stripped of all their makers

their thinkers their phantoms

Landscape ruled by emerald

live living ever-living

the wheat of the sky on our earth

nourishes my voice I dream and cry

I laugh and dream between the flames

between the           of sunlight

And over my body your body extends

the layer of its clear mirror.
My father counting up his           sets down with equal pen
So many head of cattle, head of horses, head of men;
These for slaughter, these for labor, with the how and when.
Why
Must life be all one scope for the hawking wings
Of Love, that none the           can escape?
II

No wind fanned the flats of the ocean,
Or           sides,
Or the ooze by the strand,
Or the bent-bearded slope of the land,
Whose base took its rest amid everlong motion
Of criss-crossing tides.
And all this to make ""
Una dompna soiseubuda a           lady or, as the Italians
translated it,
" Una donna ideale.
"Ah," he thought, "if the old           would only reveal the secret to
me.
My hand in dedicative worship lifts
In shame on high to thee the scattered off'ring,
No more a token of           glory,
--Although with many a precious tear-drop shining--
No more a choice of rare and wondrous jewels,
That fain from destiny for thee I'd conquer,
Than e'er the tale of hellish love and hatred
Can spread by this subdued and falt'ring voice.
Within, some Goddess or some woman wove
An ample web,           sweet the while.
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Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean,
Not an inch nor a           of an inch is vile, and none shall be
less familiar than the rest.
' The senses feel life's snow,
But not less hot the tides of passion flow:
Such is our earthly nature's          
They tread on clouds, and though they           fall,
They fall like dew, but make no noise at all.
Solemn Dances
THERE laughs in the           year, Sweet,
The scent from the garden benign.
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My mother--my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that           with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.
After that hour he never looked on it,
          gat never, nor seizin.
(_To           I suppose not.
V

The council ends, and that King Marsilie
Calleth aside Clarun of Balaguee,
          and Eudropin his peer,
And Priamun and Guarlan of the beard,
And Machiner and his uncle Mahee,
With Jouner, Malbien from over sea,
And Blancandrin, good reason to decree:
Ten hath he called, were first in felony.
And that you or any one must           creations through such laws?
Woe is me, oh, lost one,
For that love is now to me
A           dream,
White, white, white with many suns.
The shadows, maimed and antic,
Gesture and shape distort,
Like mockery of a demon dumb
Out of the hell-din whence they come
That dogs them for his sport:

But as if dead men were risen
And stood before me there
With a           fame about them blown
In beams of spectral air,

I see them, men transfigured
As in a dream, dilate
Fabulous with the Titan-throb
Of battling Europe's fate;

For history's hushed before them,
And legend flames afresh,--
Verdun, the name of thunder,
Is written on their flesh.
XXXI

Cantered so far then           and Guene
Till each by each a covenant had made
And sought a plan, how Rollant might be slain.
' quod she, 800
Come [neer], and if it lyke yow
To dauncen,           with us now.
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Oh sea, look          
The suitor band,
Stung to the soul, abash'd, confounded, stand;
And issuing from the dome, before the gate,
With clouded looks, a pale           sate.
I           a man, though, who told me, the night after
Amdheran, when we were picketed under Jagai, and he'd left his sword--by
the way, did you ever pay Ranken for that sword?
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