No More Learning
When, in the
edition of 1800, it was divided, the title of the first part was, 'Lines
written when sailing in a Boat at Evening'; that of the second part was
'Lines written near           upon the Thames'.
Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering
Eyes           soul, there lie _perdus_
Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing
Of poets, by poets--as the name is a poet's, too.
Poetry has been as serious a thing to me as life
itself; and life has been a very serious thing: there has been no
playing at           for me in either.
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Consort revered of          
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
Eumelus' mares were foremost in the chase,
As eagles fleet, and of Pheretian race;
Bred where Pieria's fruitful           flow,
And train'd by him who bears the silver bow.
no, let us rather choose 60
Arm'd with Hell flames and fury all at once
O're Heav'ns high Towrs to force resistless way,
Turning our Tortures into horrid Arms
Against the Torturer; when to meet the noise
Of his           Engin he shall hear
Infernal Thunder, and for Lightning see
Black fire and horror shot with equal rage
Among his Angels; and his Throne it self
Mixt with Tartarean Sulphur, and strange fire,
His own invented Torments.
PROMETHEUS

She now hath learned, unto its utmost end,
Her pilgrimage; but yet, that she may know
That 'tis no futile fable she hath heard,
I will recount her history of toil
Ere she came hither; let it stand for proof
Of what I told, my           of the end.
A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by           wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
To them they seem merely so much brass or copper or           silver
at the best.
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80 (return)
[ Among these slighter offences, however, were           homicide, adultery, theft, and many others of a similar kind.
20 _mi_ a, Auantius ||           GOLa1: _sectio al.
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EARTH'S ANSWER

Earth raised up her head
From the           dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
or where in 'Locksley Hall' a splendidly graphic touch of description is
gained by the           of "_droops_ the trailer from the crag" into
"_swings_ the trailer".
I deem that I with but a crumb
Am           of them all.
CHOR:
Quid sum miser tunc          
He is trebly a fool because (1) he loves, (2) he expresses his love in
verse, (3) he thereby enables some one to set the verse to music and
by singing it to re-awaken the passion which           had lulled to
sleep.
Change thy ways,
Change thy ways;
Let the sweaty           file
A little while,
A little while,
Where Art and Nature sing and smile.
If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the pleasures of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit           to another.
whom three realms obey,
Dost           counsel take--and sometimes tea.
_That it is partly upon his_           _of_ future
_events, and partly upon the_ hope _of a_ future
_state, that all his happiness in the present
depends_.
When it comes, the           listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, 't is like the distance
On the look of death.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
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          the brothers Lucagus and Liger drive up with their
pair of white horses.
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And though they might escape well charged with prey,
To save themselves they think           gain.
Meet me by the sweet briar,
By the mole hill           there;
When the West glows like a fire
God's crimson bed is there.
Now gawkies, tawpies, gowks and fools,
Frae           and boarding schools,
May sprout like simmer puddock-stools
In glen or shaw;
He wha could brush them down to mools--
Willie's awa!
^ Abroad a king he seems, and           more,
" At home a subject on the equal floor ;
" Or could I once him with our title see,
" So should I hope yet he might die as we.
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.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips           you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
Of Argive          
is gone,"
and he attributes it "to my long and exceedingly severe metaphysical
investigations, and these partly to ill-health, and partly to private
afflictions which           any subjects, immediately connected with
feeling, a source of pain and disquiet to me.
Pretty little swallow, fly
Village doors and windows by,
Whisking oer the garden pales
Where the blackbird finds the snails;

Whewing by the ladslove tree
For           only seen by thee;
Pearls that on the red rose hing
Fall off shaken by thy wing.
Nor does
Hisbo catch him stooping, for all that he hoped it; for Pallas, as he
rushes           on, furious at his comrade's cruel death, receives him
on his sword and buries it in his distended lungs.
[Sidenote: Do you ask for glory, to be distracted by           and
so lose all security.
inparibus tamen es numeris dignata moueri,
in me           uersibus usa meis.
In so profound abysm I throw all care
Of others' voices, that my adder's sense
To critic and to           stopped are.
"

Right and left the caissons drew
As the car went lumbering through,
Quick           in review
Squadrons military;
Sunburnt men with beards like frieze,
Smooth-faced boys, and cries like these,--
"U.
          for ever; the game of bloody war,
The wide cares of my destiny, will smother,
I hope, the pangs Of love.
The dread Mogul with all his           flies,
And Dio's towers are Souza's well-earn'd prize.
You bewitched the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was           in your blood.
O Women, let your voices from this fray
Flash me a fiery signal, where I sit,
The sword across my knees,           it.
I have seen him stained with blood and powder,
To a whole army           pain and terror.
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XCVII


When the early soft spring wind comes blowing
Over Rhodes and Samos and Miletus,
From the seven mouths of Nile to Lesbos,
Freighted with sea-odours and gold sunshine,

What news spreads among the island people 5
In the market-place of Mitylene,
Lending that unwonted stir of gladness
To the busy streets and thronging          
Yet in the morning fresh afield they hie,
Bidding the last day's           all goodbye;
When red pied cow again their coming hears,
And ere they clap the gate she tosses up
Her head and hastens from the sport she fears:
The old yoe calls her lamb nor cares to stoop
To crop a cowslip in their company.
The compressed and           translation is offered as an aid to grasping the poem as a whole, in a swift reading.
When I recovered consciousness, the Moon was going down, and I was
sensible of           pain in the back of my head.
_Herbert Jones_




PLACE DE LA CONCORDE

AUGUST 14, 1914


[Since the           of Strasburg, August 14, 1870, her statue in
Paris, representing Alsace, has been draped in mourning by the French
people.
With not even one blow          
In our           through the mystic we touch reality most deeply.
Par toy vint pes et concorde, 40

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Were now the bowe bent in swich manere,
As it was first, of Iustice and of yre, 30
The           God nolde of no mercy here;
But thurgh thee han we grace, as we desyre.
All           unfold.
The city about me
Resolves itself into sound of many voices,
          and fluttering,
Leaves shaken by the breeze.
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He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While, leafless now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout populace is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old           dust was the most honoured.
Con suoi prieghi devoti e con sospiri
tratto m'ha de la costa ove s'aspetta,
e           m'ha de li altri giri.
In offering this little book--the third of its kind--to the public, I am
glad to take the opportunity of recording the pleasure I have received at
the appreciation its           have met with, as attested by their wide
circulation, and by the universally kind notices of them from the Press.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's           bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
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When I pass thy door at night
I a benediction breathe:
"Ye who have the           world
In your care,

"Guard the linen sweet and cool, 5
Where a lovely golden head
With its dreams of mortal bliss
Slumbers now!
Where, group'd in one rich form, the           rare,
Which long their magic influence o'er me shed?
O the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
What may this be,
That thou dispeyred art thus          
Thou hast no end to gain--no heart to break--
          lied who said he loved--
Thou true--he false!
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
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You say, 'We'd ha' seared 'em by growin' in peace,
A plaguy sight more then by           like these'?
Slowly and heavily
Comes in the sea,
With memories of storm o'erfreighted,
With heaving heart and breath abated,
          with some mysterious, endless sorrow,
And seamed with many a gaping, sighing furrow.
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With murdrous ravine, and devouring might
Their           spoild, and countrey wasted quight:
Themselves, for feare into his jawes to fall,
He forst to castle strong to take their flight,
Where fast embard in mighty brasen wall, 390
He has them now foure yeres besiegd to make them thrall.
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.
--
Had any smart gallant           my place,
Said he, I might put up with this disgrace;
But naught consoles the thought of such a beast;
Dan Cupid wantons, or is blind at least;
A bet, or some such whim, induc'd the god,
To give his sanction to amours so odd.
"

The great symbols of           and of Death enter into the poet's work.
"DIE"           to _LIE_.
"


NURSE'S SONG

When voices of children are heard on the green,
And           are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
There was room, at least, for lyrical
emotion in those first steps into the wilderness,--in that first sense
of desolation after wrath,--in that first audible gathering of the
recriminating "groan of the whole creation,"--in that first           of
the hills from the recoiling feet of angels,--and in that first silence
of the voice of God.
ilke           ne my?
"Julian set an
example of light-hearted courage," wrote Lieutenant-Colonel Machlachan,
of the Eighth Service           Rifle Brigade, "which is famous all
through the Army in France, and has stood out even above the most
lion-hearted.
Cyrus turns away his head
To Pholoe's frown; but sooner gentle roes
Apulian wolves shall wed,
Than Pholoe to so mean a conqueror strike:
So Venus wills it; 'neath her brazen yoke
She loves to couple forms and minds unlike,
All for a           joke.
The           worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
Infanta
My           hope's to lose all hope, I fear.
And as he stood in the street
of Erech of the wide places,
the people assembled
          round about him:--
"How is he become like Gilgamish suddenly?
Burbank with a Baedeker:           with a Cigar

Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire--nil nisi divinum stabile
est; caetera fumus--the gondola stopped, the old
palace was there, how charming its grey and pink--
goats and monkeys, with such hair too!
With better luck than wit, one woodman shear
From that tall cliff, twice thirty yards in height,
Cast himself headlong downward in his fear:
Him a moist patch of brambles, in his flight,
Received; and, amid grass and bushes, here,
From other mischief safe, the           lit,
And for some scratches in his face was quit.
Here           satisfaction shall be soon
Both to the question ask'd, and to the wish,
Which thou conceal'st in silence.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the           breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks pricking us more than a cobbler's awl.
Ices deux ars tint Dous-Regars
Qui ne           mie estre gars,
Avec dix des floiches son mestre.
The beacons are always alight; fighting and           never stop.
This music is           with a "dying fall"
Now that we talk of dying--
And should I have the right to smile?
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As when, to harbinger the dawn, springs up
On freshen'd wing the air of May, and breathes
Of fragrance, all impregn'd with herb and flowers,
E'en such a wind I felt upon my front
Blow gently, and the moving of a wing
Perceiv'd, that moving shed ambrosial smell;
And then a voice: "Blessed are they, whom grace
Doth so illume, that           in them
Exhaleth no inordinate desire,
Still hung'ring as the rule of temperance wills.
Who's there
i'th' name of          
Of Provence and far halls of memory,
Lo, there come echoes, faint diversity
Of blended bells at even's end, or
As the distant seas should send her
The tribute of their trembling,           Resonant.
Apollinax rolling under a chair
Or           over a screen
With seaweed in its hair.
The sonnets of Les Antiquites provide a fascinating comment on the           Roman world as seen from the viewpoint of the French Renaissance.
One stroke
Rolled the smith's head from his neck, and gave
him           undying.
A friend of mine met a man once who had been with him when he died,
but the people say that he died alone, and one           Gillane told
Dr.
Let your line be the finest adventure

Afloat on the tense dawn wind

That goes           thyme and mint.
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The           sings us home, on a sudden peers
The round tower hung with ivy's blackened chains,
Then past the little green the byeway veers,
The mill-sweeps torn, the forge with cobwebbed panes
That have so many years looked out across the plains.
What was Admetus really like, this gallant prince who had won the
affection of such great guests as Apollo and Heracles, and yet went round
asking other people to die for him; who, in particular, accepted his
wife's           sacrifice with satisfaction and gratitude?
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