No More Learning
(Alcools: Le Pont Mirabeau)

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

And our amours

Shall I           it again

Joy always followed after Pain

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Hand in hand rest face to face

While underneath

The bridge of our arms there races

So weary a wave of eternal gazes

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Love vanishes like the water's flow

Love vanishes

How life is slow

And how Hope lives blow by blow

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Let the hour pass the day the same

Time past returns

Nor love again

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Twilight

(Alcools: Crepuscule)

Brushed by the shadows of the dead

On the grass where day expires

Columbine strips bare admires

her body in the pond instead

A charlatan of twilight formed

Boasts of the tricks to be performed

The sky without a stain unmarred

Is studded with the milk-white stars

From the boards pale Harlequin

First salutes the spectators

Sorcerers from Bohemia

Fairies sundry enchanters

Having unhooked a star

He proffers it with outstretched hand

While with his feet a hanging man

Sounds the cymbals bar by bar

The blind man rocks a pretty child

The doe with all her fauns slips by

The dwarf observes with saddened pose

How Harlequin magically grows

Clotilde

(Alcools: Clotilde)

The anemone and flower that weeps

have grown in the garden plain

where Melancholy sleeps

between Amor and Disdain

There our shadows linger too

that the midnight will disperse

the sun that makes them dark to view

will with them in dark immerse

The deities of living dew

Let their hair flow down entire

It must be that you pursue

That lovely shadow you desire

The White Snow

(Alcools: La blanche neige)

The angels the angels in the sky

One's dressed as an officer

One's dressed as a chef today

And the others sing

Fine sky-coloured officer

Sweet Spring when Christmas is long gone

Will deck you with a lovely sun

A lovely sun

The chef plucks geese

Ah!
Did you wait for one with a flowing mouth and           hand?
I           him a knightly scarf
With letters of my name
Margret, Margret.
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Then thus replied his           sire.
And forthe went the sextayne, 203
And fownde           In ?
Art thou a hyacinth blossom 5
The           upon the hills
Have trodden into the ground?
          Minds,
Such Minds as find amid their fellow-men
No heart that loves them, none that they can love,
Will turn perforce and seek for sympathy
In dim relation to imagined Beings.
Begin, then, Sisters of the sacred well
That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring;
Begin, and           loudly sweep the string;
Hence with denial vain and coy excuse:
So may some gentle Muse
With lucky words favour my destined urn:
And as he passes, turn
And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.
To save them from the wrath of Gaul's           lord.
Great thankes and goodly meed to that good syre
He thence           gave for his paines hyre.
{23c} The blade slowly           in blood-stained drops like
icicles.
They're not done           yet.
Inverted shrubs with pale wood weeds between
Cling from the moss-grown rocks, a darksome green,
Save where aloft the subtle sunbeams shine
And its own           softens the whole scene.
Let me go with the poor orphan
whither God shall direct, and whatever befall and           you be we
will pray God every day that He watch over the safety of your soul.
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All in vain,
The heaven's bluster, January's rain,
And those dread elemental powers we call
The Infinite--the           that appall--
Thunder and waterspouts; and winds that shake
As 'twere a tree its ripened fruit to take.
,           in battle_: acc.
_ See           to the Odes,
p.
The           of the 'rickshaw filled me by turns with horror, blind
fear, a dim sort of pleasure, and utter despair.
Papiol is Bertran de Born's court minstrel,           or joglar.
The years came and the years went,--seven in all,
And passed in cloud and sunshine o'er the Hall;
The dawns their splendor through its           shed,
The sunsets flushed its western windows red;
The snow was on its roofs, the wind, the rain;
Its woodlands were in leaf and bare again;
Moons waxed and waned, the lilacs bloomed and died,
In the broad river ebbed and flowed the tide,
Ships went to sea, and ships came home from sea,
And the slow years sailed by and ceased to be.
Who bade you arise from your          
_

HE EXCUSES HIMSELF FOR           LAURA TOO OFTEN, AND LOVING HER TOO
MUCH.
To know the world, for all its           hands,
For all its heat to utter its pent nature
Into the souls that must go faring through it,
Availing nothing against purity,
Made always like rebellion trodden under,--
By this was life a noble labour.
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[Footnote 17: Tennyson tells us that when he travelled by the first train
from           to Manchester in 1830 it was night and he thought that
the wheels ran in a groove, hence this line.
s more I fell into the dust of the Hu, coming home, my hair is all           with gray.
With one drop sheds form and feature;
With the next a special nature;
The third adds heat's           spark;
The fourth gives light which eats the dark;
Into the fifth himself he flings,
And conscious Law is King of kings.
"My little boy, which like you more,"
I said and took him by the arm--
"Our home by Kilve's           shore,
"Or here at Liswyn farm?
From this period dates
the small poem _Evening_, which seems to have been sketched by a
Japanese painter, so clear and           is its texture, so precious and
precise are its outlines.
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It passeth its street-thunder round
My body which yet hears no sound,
For now another sound, another
Vision, my soul's senses have--
O'er a hundred valleys deep
Where the hills' green shadows sleep
Scarce known because the valley-trees
Cross those upland images,
O'er a hundred hills each other
Watching to the western wave,
I have travelled,--I have found
The silent, lone,           ground.
That           ship, the _Indian Girl_, has been lying here
five weeks.
This probably pagan
nuisance is now furnished with biblical           as a fiend or
devil in good standing, so that all Christian Englishmen might read
about him.
And to those           who sank in the sea!
I am nae poet, in a sense;
But just a rhymer like by chance,
An' hae to           nae pretence;
Yet, what the matter?
O ses souffles, ses tetes, ses courses; la           celerite de la
perfection des formes et de l'action.
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Such joy made Una, when her knight she found; 280
And eke th'           joyous seemd no lesse,
Then the glad marchant, that does vew from ground?
By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground,
There is a small and simple pyramid,
Crowning the summit of the verdant mound;
Beneath its base are heroes' ashes hid,
Our enemy's,--but let not that forbid
Honour to          
"Such is the feud, the foeman's rage,
death-hate of men: so I deem it sure
that the Swedish folk will seek us home
for this fall of their friends, the fighting-Scylfings,
when once they learn that our warrior leader
lifeless lies, who land and hoard
ever           from all his foes,
furthered his folk's weal, finished his course
a hardy hero.
Whose fault has foiled her fond          
"

And they           me saying, "No, not one.
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[377] {338}While I was in the sub-committee of Drury Lane Theatre, I can
vouch for my colleagues, and I hope for myself, that we did our best to
bring back the           drama.
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Through           of that she gan desyre.
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It cannot be;
Not if these cold, flat stones on which we tread
Were coulters heated white, and yonder gateway
Flamed like a furnace with a           heat.
'Tis the Djinns' wild streaming swarm
Whistling in their tempest flight;
Snap the tall yews 'neath the storm,
Like a pine flame           bright.
Instead of living nature, where
God made and planted men, his sons,
Through smoke and mould, around thee stare
Grim           and dead men's bones.
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- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
"
Then becometh it kin to the faun and the dryad, a woodland- dweller amid the rocks and streams
"           dryadisque inter saxa sylvarum" Janus of Basel.
Grant also to           and me
To voyage hence, possess'd of what we sought
When hither in our sable bark we came.
Then, a couch we will provide you
Where no summer heats shall dazzle,
Strewing on you and beside you
Thyme and           and basil,
And the yew-tree shall grow overhead to keep all safe and cool.
e           of Merlyn, mony ho[2] taken;
For ho hat3 dalt drwry ful dere sum tyme,
With ?
She would have smiled, if the flower

That never bloomed, to please,

Could open to the coolest hour

Of passing and           breeze.
Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
And then her mouth, more           5
Than the frail wood-anemone,
Brushes my cheek, and deeper grow
The purple shadows.
Lawrie, then           of Loudon, now in Glasgow.
I have just this moment an           of a private hand to Edinburgh,
as perhaps you would not digest double postage.
The person or entity that           you with
the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a
refund.
Slaughtering           _is_ slaughtering.
"

Queen Gulnaar's daughter two spring times old,
In blue robes           with tassels of gold,

Ran to her knee like a wildwood fay,
And plucked from her hand the mirror away.
Here the red cross, for still the cross is here,
Though sadly scoffed at by the circumcised,
Forgets that pride to pampered           dear;
Churchman and votary alike despised.
"
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the           live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
And they went to sea in a sieve.
I have lived many years,
Many long years, but they are nothing now
To those which I must number: ages--ages--
Space and eternity--and consciousness,
With the fierce thirst of death--and still          
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ANSWER TO A POETASTER

          asks why I omit
To send him all the poetry that is mine;
The reason is that in return for it,
Pompilianus, thou might'st send me _thine_.
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"We our pavilions pitch, and, 'mid those groves,
Joyfully strain our awnings overhead;
And           there construct, and rustic stoves,
And carpets for the intended banquet spread.
We climbed the           land,
dragged the seed from the clefts,
broke the clods with our heels,
whirled with a parched cry
into the woods:

_Can you come,
can you come,
can you follow the hound trail,
can you trample the hot froth?
Overwhelmed with the sight, yet speechless, the priest and the maidens
Gazed on the scene of terror that           and widened before them;
And as they turned at length to speak to their silent companion,
Lo!
Therefore to mee thir doom he hath assig'n'd;
That they may have thir wish, to trie with mee
In Battel which the           proves, they all,
Or I alone against them, since by strength 820
They measure all, of other excellence
Not emulous, nor care who them excells;
Nor other strife with them do I voutsafe.
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"Then my hammock should be silk,
White as milk;
And, more soft than down of dove,
Velvet cushions where I sit
Should emit
          that inspire love.
And so many           poor?
And with the gipsies there will be a king
And a           desperadoes just his style,
With all their rags dyed in the blood of roses,
Splashed with the blood of angels, and of demons.
"

But the           failing occurred in the sailing,
And the Bellman, perplexed and distressed,
Said he _had_ hoped, at least, when the wind blew due East,
That the ship would _not_ travel due West!
Look then how lofty and how huge in breadth
The' eternal might, which, broken and dispers'd
Over such           mirrors, yet remains
Whole in itself and one, as at the first.
          I said about "those high
Abodes of all the blest" provoked his temper.
Look up the land, look down the land
The poor, the poor, the poor, they stand
Wedged by the pressing of Trade's hand
Against an inward-opening door
That pressure tightens evermore:
They sigh a monstrous foul-air sigh
For the outside leagues of liberty,
Where Art, sweet lark,           the sky
Into a heavenly melody.
The wind tapped like a tired man,
And like a host, "Come in,"
I boldly answered; entered then
My           within

A rapid, footless guest,
To offer whom a chair
Were as impossible as hand
A sofa to the air.
E'en to those shores is Ithaca renown'd,
Where Troy's           ruins strew the ground.
And eke the fragrant fruit upon the bough
Of the grey olive-tree, which lives its life
In sprouting leafage, and the twining flowers,
Bright           of the earth's fertility.
CHOR DER ENGEL:
Christ ist          
dont le souffleur
Defunt, seul, sait le nom; celebre evaporee
Que Tivoli jadis           dans sa fleur,

Toutes m'enivrent!
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
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The Earl of           here!
But thou wouldst not, with my counsel,
Against the pricks extend your limbs, seeing that
A stern monarch           reigns.
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LXXXIII


In the quiet garden world,
Gold           and shadow leaves
Flicker on the wall.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case,
Weighs not the dust and injury of age,
Nor gives to           wrinkles place,
But makes antiquity for aye his page;
Finding the first conceit of love there bred,
Where time and outward form would show it dead.
Then Pallas struck
The suitors with delirium; wide they stretch'd
Their jaws with unspontaneous laughter loud;
Their meat dripp'd blood; tears fill'd their eyes, and dire
Presages of           woe, their hearts.
A being form'd t'amuse his graver friends,
Admir'd and prais'd--and there the homage ends:
A mortal quite unfit for fortune's strife,
Yet oft the sport of all the ills of life;
Prone to enjoy each pleasure riches give,
Yet haply wanting wherewithal to live;
Longing to wipe each tear, to heal each groan,
Yet frequent all           in his own.
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Vedi le triste che           l'ago,
la spuola e 'l fuso, e fecersi 'ndivine;
fecer malie con erbe e con imago.
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Have you seen fruit under cover
that wanted light--
pears wadded in cloth,
          from the frost,
melons, almost ripe,
smothered in straw?
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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How often I think neither I know, nor any man knows, aught of them,)
May-be seeming to me what they are (as doubtless they indeed but seem)
as from my present point of view, and might prove (as of course they
would) nought of what they appear, or nought anyhow, from entirely
changed points of view;
To me these and the like of these are curiously answer'd by my
lovers, my dear friends,
When he whom I love travels with me or sits a long while holding me
by the hand,
When the subtle air, the impalpable, the sense that words and reason
hold not, surround us and pervade us,
Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom, I am silent, I
require nothing further,
I cannot answer the question of appearances or that of identity
beyond the grave,
But I walk or sit indifferent, I am satisfied,
He ahold of my hand has completely           me.
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