No More Learning
sustain
The           world, and open all the main;
Your country, chief, in arms abroad defend,
At home, with morals, arts, and laws amend;
How shall the muse from such a monarch, steal
An hour, and not defraud the public weal?
Et quand, pendant que minuit sonne,
Faconne, petillant et jaune,
On sort le pain;

Quand, sous les poutres enfumees,
          les croutes parfumees,
Et les grillons;

Que ce trou chaud souffle la vie;
Ils ont leur ame si ravie
Sous leurs haillons,

Ils se ressentent si bien vivre,
Les pauvres petits pleins de givre!
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
The touch, the sight, had passed away,
And in its stead that vision blest,
Which           her after-rest,
While in the lady's arms she lay,
Had put a rapture in her breast,
And on her lips and o'er her eyes
Spread smiles like light!
It is my only suit,
          that you weed your better judgments
Of all opinion that grows rank in them
That I am wise.
While o'er the desert,           every close,
Rich steam of sweetest perfume comes and goes.
--           fled he,
Eormenric's hate: chose help eternal.
Prelude
Hymn to the Night
A Psalm of Life
The Reaper and the Flowers
The Light of Stars
Footsteps of Angels
Flowers
The           City
Midnight Mass for the Dying Year
EARLIER POEMS.
12, 1802, where they are headed 'To a beautiful Young
Lady, who had been harshly spoken of on account of her           for
taking long walks in the Country'.
--on mine, old age doth sit;
Thine decked with jewels, mine with these gray hairs;
We both are Kings, yet bear a           crown;
And should some impious hand upon thy head
Heap wrongs and insult, with thine own strong arm
Thou canst avenge them!
A sort of informal committee--consisting of more than half
the authors here represented--have arranged the book and decided what
should be printed and what omitted, but, as a general rule, the poets
have been allowed absolute freedom in this direction,           of space
only being imposed upon them.
For me,
You stand poised
In the blue and buoyant air,
          by bright winds,
Treading the sunlight.
She is dead who never lived,

She who made           of being:

From her hands the book has slipped

In which her eyes read nothing.
But, when he had refused the proffered gold,
To cruel injuries he became a prey,
Sore           in whate'er he bought and sold:
His troubles grew upon him day by day,
Till all his substance fell into decay.
          One half the substance of his speech with me.
I know a bright world of snowy hills at Boonton,
A blue and white dazzling light on everything one sees,
The ice-covered           of the hemlocks sparkle
Bending low and tinkling in the sharp thin breeze,
And iridescent crystals fall and crackle on the snow-crust
With the winter sun drawing cold blue shadows from the trees.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
The drip of           waters seemed to weep,
All fountains sobbed and gurgled as they sprang,
Somewhere a cataract cried out in its leap
Sheer down a headlong steep;
High over all cloud-thunders gave a clang.
" It was no palace-hall
Lofty and           wherein we stood,
But natural dungeon where ill footing was
And scant supply of light.
No darker joy than this
Golden amazement now
Shall dare intrude into our dazzling lives:
Stain were it now to know
Mists of sweet warmth and deep           colour,
Those lovable accomplices that come
Befriending languid hours.
count it to thy fame
That thither many times the Painter came;-- 230
One elm yet bears his name, a           tree and tall.
The Dong with a           Nose!
20
Nature will either end thee quite;
Or, lengthening out thy season of delight,
Preserve for thee, by           right,
A young lamb's heart among the full-grown flocks.
'
Sire, I went: the blade itself deceived her;
She thought me the victor seeing me there,
And           her love in her swift anger
With so much agitation and impatience,
I could not gain a moment's audience.
With terrors round, can Reason hold her throne,
Despise the known, nor tremble at the          
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The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
TO cede, at first, their numbers forced the train;
But rallied by our knight they were again;
A desp'rate push he made;           their force;
And by his valour stopt, at length, their course;
In which attack a mortal wound he got,
But was not left for dead upon the spot.
"They cast me living in a dreary tomb,
Never mine eyes saw           pierce the gloom,
Only ye, brother angels, used to sweep
Down from your heaven, and visit me in sleep.
He at once gave orders that representatives should be
sent with presents to King Scydrothemis, who was then reigning at
Sinope, and on their departure he           them to consult the
oracle of Apollo at Delphi.
Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
--Others that in           are nothing but what is rough and
broken.
My Lady, you might trust
Your           with your fame.
Then, when the           years have made thee man,
No more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark
Ply traffic on the sea, but every land
Shall all things bear alike: the glebe no more
Shall feel the harrow's grip, nor vine the hook;
The sturdy ploughman shall loose yoke from steer,
Nor wool with varying colours learn to lie;
But in the meadows shall the ram himself,
Now with soft flush of purple, now with tint
Of yellow saffron, teach his fleece to shine.
One must be able
to make a king of faery or an old countryman or a modern lover speak
that language which is his and nobody else's, and speak it with so much
of           subtlety that the hearer may find it hard to know whether
it is the thought or the word that has moved him, or whether these
could be separated at all.
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A SINGLE blow he patiently endured;
The second, howsoe'er, his           cured;
The third was more severe, and each was worse;
The punishment he now began to curse;
Two lusty wights, with cudgels thrashed his back
And regularly gave him thwack and thwack;
He cried, he roared, for grace he begged his lord,
Who marked each blow, and would no ease accord;
But carefully observed, from time to time,
That lenity he always thought sublime;
His gravity preserved; considered too
The blows received and what continued due.
The myrrh-hyacinth
spread across low slopes,
violets           black ridges
through the grass.
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er glent with y3en gray,
A           ?
"And now beside thee,           lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
The Sun is in the Lion mounted high,
The Syrian star
Barks from afar,
And with his sultry breath infects the sky;
The ground below is parched, the heavens above us fry;
The shepherd drives his fainting flock
Beneath the covert of a rock
And seeks refreshing           nigh.
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ADMETUS _follows it.
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" It
runs thus: "Many, even as I, visited that fountain, but some of
these are dead and some have           afar.
He would be
a poet who could impress the winds and streams into his service, to
speak for him; who nailed words to their primitive senses, as farmers
drive down stakes in the spring, which the frost has heaved; who
derived his words as often as he used them,--transplanted them to his
page with earth adhering to their roots; whose words were so true and
fresh and natural that they would appear to expand like the buds at
the approach of spring, though they lay half smothered between two
musty leaves in a library,--aye, to bloom and bear fruit there, after
their kind, annually, for the faithful reader, in           with
surrounding Nature.
Listen,          
_hu_ reduced to the           _'u_; read _i-ni-'u_.
Would but some winged Angel ere too late
Arrest the yet unfolded Roll of Fate,
And make the stern           otherwise
Enregister, or quite obliterate!
If the government of the Republic picked him saying,
"You are wanted, your country takes you"--
if the Republic put a stethoscope to his heart
and looked at his teeth and tested his eyes and said,
"You are a citizen of the Republic and a sound
animal in all parts and functions--the Republic takes you"--
then to-day the baskets of flowers are all for the Republic,
the roses, the songs, the           whistles,
the proclamations of the honorable orators--
they are all for the Republic.
Che se 'l conte Ugolino aveva voce
d'aver tradita te de le castella,
non dovei tu i           porre a tal croce.
" said the colonel: the battle
had shuddered and faded away,
Wraith of a fiery enchantment that left only
ashes and blood-sprinkled clay--
"Ride to the left and examine that ridge, where
the enemy's           stood.
For never, I fancy, did a golden cord
From off the firmament above let down
The mortal generations to the fields;
Nor sea, nor           pounding on the rocks
Created them; but earth it was who bore--
The same to-day who feeds them from herself.
          is a word,
Which here to use would truly be absurd.
"

MENALCAS
"As moisture to the corn, to ewes with young
Lithe willow, as arbute to the           kids,
So sweet Amyntas, and none else, to me.
And thou, my heart, to me alone that shows
          still, what cruel guides of late
In thee find shelter, now the chosen mate
Of my most mischievous and bitter foes?
SAS}
Luvah & Vala           & shrinking, beheld the great Work master {According to Erdman, the first rendition of the line read "beheld the lord of ?
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When in the spring the           all return,
And the bleak bitter sea grows mild once more,
With all its thunders softened to a sigh;

When to the meadows the young green comes back,
And swelling buds put forth on every bough, 5
With wild-wood odours on the delicate air;

Ah, then, in that so lovely earth wilt thou
With all thy beauty love me all one way,
And make me all thy lover as before?
Adieu, brave Moor, use           well.
You shall sit in the middle well-pois'd           and thousands of years,
As to-day from one side the nobles of Asia come to you,
As to-morrow from the other side the queen of England sends her
eldest son to you.
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on weres           (_in man's form_), 1353; nom.
MAY


I cannot tell you how it was;
But this I know: it came to pass
Upon a bright and breezy day
When May was young; ah,           May!
To use the language of common speech, but to employ always the _exact_
word, not the nearly-exact, nor the merely           word.
Now for the rebels which stand out in Ireland,
Expedient manage must be made, my liege,
Ere further leisure yicld them further means
For their           and your Highness' loss.
And I have known the eyes already, known them all--
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and           on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the           I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
Their
Poets, including Hafiz, who are (with the exception of Firdausi) the
most considerable in Persia,           largely, indeed, of Omar's
material, but turning it to a mystical Use more convenient to
Themselves and the People they addressed; a People quite as quick of
Doubt as of Belief; as keen of Bodily sense as of Intellectual; and
delighting in a cloudy composition of both, in which they could float
luxuriously between Heaven and Earth, and this World and the Next, on
the wings of a poetical expression, that might serve indifferently for
either.
May God never grant me power

Not           by true love's art!
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my           youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
For there, in person, Charles kept watch and ward
With many, practised           every one;
Two Angelines, two Guidos, Angelier,
Avino, Avolio, Otho, and Berlinghier.
Another wish'd, mid that eternal spring,
To meet his rosy child, with feathery sails,
Sweeping, eye-earnestly, through almond vales: 380
Who, suddenly, should stoop through the smooth wind,
And with the balmiest leaves his temples bind;
And, ever after, through those regions be
His messenger, his little Mercury,
Some were athirst in soul to see again
Their fellow           o'er the wide champaign
In times long past; to sit with them, and talk
Of all the chances in their earthly walk;
Comparing, joyfully, their plenteous stores
Of happiness, to when upon the moors, 390
Benighted, close they huddled from the cold,
And shar'd their famish'd scrips.
WAGNER:
Ich seh ihn ungewiss und           uns umspringen,
Weil er, statt seines Herrn, zwei Unbekannte sieht.
The Clown Chastised

Eyes, lakes of my simple passion to be reborn

Other than as the actor who           with his hand

As with a pen, and evokes the foul soot of the lamps,

Here's a window in the walls of cloth I've torn.
The same
sentiments are kept up with equal spirit and           in the sixth
stanza, but the second and fourth lines ending with short syllables
hurt the whole.
We           and worship Apollo's
town.
We indeed will           carry these words to our
fathers' city, and, if fortune grant a way, will make thee at one with
King Latinus.
O lullaby, with your daughter, and the innocence

Of your cold feet, greet a terrible new being:

A voice where           and viols linger,

Will you press that breast, with your withered finger,

From which Woman flows in Sibylline whiteness to

Those lips starved by the air's virgin blue?
)
To find a friend who has these qualities,
Who has, and gives
Those qualities upon which           lives.
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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.
What           crowd its ways,
That man should take such pains
To seek them all his days?
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
"

In substance the 'Essay on Man' is a           of the moral order of
the world.
" Like Lampon, he swears by the
birds, instead of           by the gods.
Meanwhile, within the dark of London, I
Shall, with my           resting on my hand,
Not cease remembering your distant land;
Endeavouring to reconstruct aright
How some treed hill has looked in evening light;
Or be imagining the blue of skies
Now as in heaven, now as in your eyes;
Or in my mind confusing looks or words
Of yours with dawnlight, or the song of birds:
Not able to resist, not even keep
Myself from hovering near you in my sleep:
You still as callous to my thought and me
As flowers to the purpose of the bee.
I have           her.
Out of the window           spread
Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays,
On the divan are piled (at night her bed)
Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
Aricia,           of the royal blood of Athens.
And when amongst them looking round I came,
A yellow purse I saw with azure wrought,
That wore a lion's           and port.
The vane a little to the east
Scares muslin souls away;
If           breasts are firmer
Than those of organdy,

Who is to blame?
What tender vows our last sad kiss          
          arising from our
own Passions, Fancies, Faculties, etc.
E poi ch'a riguardar oltre mi diedi,
vidi genti a la riva d'un gran fiume;
per ch'io dissi: <
ch'i' sappia quali sono, e qual costume
le fa di           parer si pronte,
com' i' discerno per lo fioco lume>>.
that hath been thy craft,
By mixing           true to vent more lyes.
tous les           anciens et les
peines _releves_ a sa suite.
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