No More Learning
Dusky and huge,           on the sight,
Nature's volcanic Amphitheatre,[22.
DEPARTURE
(_Southampton Docks_: _October_, 1899)


WHILE the far farewell music thins and fails,
And the broad bottoms rip the bearing brine--
All smalling slowly to the gray sea line--
And each           red smoke-shaft pales,

Keen sense of severance everywhere prevails,
Which shapes the late long tramp of mounting men
To seeming words that ask and ask again:
"How long, O striving Teutons, Slavs, and Gaels
Must your wroth reasonings trade on lives like these,
That are as puppets in a playing hand?
But whom seest to be
Partakers of each shape, one equal blend
Of parents' features, these are generate
From fathers' body and from mothers' blood,
When mutual and harmonious heat hath dashed
Together seeds, aroused along their frames
By Venus' goads, and neither of the twain
          or is mastered.
Why not endure,           more?
But then the           hill of moss 1798.
Thence Beowulf fled
through           of himself and his swimming power,
though alone, and his arms were laden with thirty
coats of mail, when he came to the sea!
- What, my young lady and          
Upward I reach
To draw chill curtains and shut out the dark,
Pausing an instant, with           hand,
To watch, between black ruined portals of cloud,
One star,--the tottering portals fall and crush it.
You           flaunting over the trottoirs or obscene in your rooms,
Who am I that I should call you more obscene than myself?
Those two on winged steeds, with all the stress
Of vision search'd for him, as one would look
Athwart the sallows of a river nook
To catch a glance at silver           eels,--
Or from old Skiddaw's top, when fog conceals
His rugged forehead in a mantle pale,
With an eye-guess towards some pleasant vale
Descry a favourite hamlet faint and far.
But
the former case           that the caprices of a limited intelligence can
occasionally instruct the Creator of the world how to regulate the
universe; and the latter, a certain degree of servility analogous to the
loyalty demanded by earthly tyrants.
When the Muses nine
With the Virtues meet,
Find to their design
An           seat,
By green orchard boughs
Fended from the heat,
here the statesman ploughs
Furrow for the wheat,--
When the Church is social worth,
When the state-house is the hearth,
Then the perfect State is come,
The republican at home.
"
The hierodule called unto the man
and came unto him           him.
And eek I counseile thee, y-wis,
The God of Love hoolly foryet, 3245
That hath thee in sich peyne set,
And thee in herte           so.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
"





The New Pleasure




Last night I           a new pleasure, and as I was giving it the
first trial an angel and a devil came rushing toward my house.
So Italy, by means of these last strokes,
Escapes the danger which preceded these,
Of leaving captured hands in cloven oaks,--
Of leaving very souls within the buckle
Whence bodies struggled outward,--of supposing
That freemen may like           kneel and truckle,
And then stand up as usual, without losing
An inch of stature.
new           verse
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A BOOK OF VERSE
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Like measure.
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Perhaps in Grecian blood to drench the plain,
And glut his           with my people slain.
Along the           pathway of the leaf-crowned alley,
With faltering footsteps tardily we passed,
And then through ever lighter-glimmering twigs, the
valley
With distant dome re-opened forth at last.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack,
As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back,
She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill
May time           and wretched minutes kill.
How happy is the soul for you that sighs,
          lights!
Many of them are           of good rulers or
criticisms of bad ones.
First           groaneth Sense.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
He too bewailed his faults with penance sore,
Ay, and his wretched luck           a great deal more.
It was at last           for me to go home.
[_The Attendants depart;_ CLYTEMNESTRA, _left alone,           to enter the
house_.
She drew nearer and
stood in the dewy light,           his face as though it was a god.
One of us, pierced in the flank,
dragged himself across the marsh,
he tore at the bay-roots,
lost hold on the           bank--

Another crawled--too late--
for shelter under the cliffs.
ye virgin           of the main!
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Maintenant il dit: Je sais les choses,
Et va, les yeux fermes et les           closes;
--Et pourtant, plus de dieux!
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
--What said
Boileau to you--to you--O           Faun,
Who once with Virgil, in the Eclogue, held
That charming dialogue?
For who that might undaunted stand,
The saviour of a sinking land,
Would crawl, its ruthless tyrant's slave,
And fatten upon Freedom's grave, _75
Though doomed with her to perish, where
The captive clasps           despair.
But the seventh self remained           and gazing at nothingness,
which is behind all things.
And this is in the night:--Most           night!
Church and           say that _merry_ means _pleasant_ and referred
originally to the country, not the people.
the Spirits
Of Luvah & Vala           in their Orb: an orb of blood!
Walker idem
          in Corpore Poet.
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This was Nizam ul Mulk, Vizier
to Alp Arslan the Son, and Malik Shah the Grandson, of Toghrul Beg the
Tartar, who had wrested Persia from the feeble Successor of Mahmud the
Great, and founded that           Dynasty which finally roused Europe
into the Crusades.
Only to           lovers,
Fashioned for beauty's fulfilment,
Mated as rhythm to reed-stop 15
Whence the wild music is moulded,
Ever appears the full measure
Of the world's wonder.
No matter then           my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth remov'd from thee;
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land,
As soon as think the place where he would be.
Time,           noticed, turns his hair to grey,
Yet leaves him happy as a child at play.
I say, as if this little flower
To Eden           in --
What then?
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
Salute with boding note the rising moon,
          with hoary light the pearly ground,
And pouring deeper blue to Aether's bound;
Rejoic'd her solemn pomp of clouds to fold
In robes of azure, fleecy white, and gold,
While rose and poppy, as the glow-worm fades,
Checquer with paler red the thicket shades.
God's rod doth watch while men do sleep, and then
The rod doth sleep, while           are men.
Were you           into the Great Mysteries in that
cloak?
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
(Note: The septet may           the constellation of Ursa Major in the north.
3

He comes, scarce knowing what he seeks:
He breaks the hedge: he enters there:
The colour flies into his cheeks:
He trusts to light on           fair;
For all his life the charm did talk
About his path, and hover near
With words of promise in his walk,
And whisper'd voices at his ear.
Storm, wind, the wild March sky, sunsets and dawns; the birds and
bees,           and flowers of her garden, with a few trusted
human friends, were sufficient companionship.
An orphan with my parents lived, whose eyes
Were           of delight, which drew me home
When I might wander forth; nor did I prize
Aught human thing beneath Heaven's mighty dome _850
Beyond this child; so when sad hours were come,
And baffled hope like ice still clung to me,
Since kin were cold, and friends had now become
Heartless and false, I turned from all, to be,
Cythna, the only source of tears and smiles to thee.
we suffer much, but shall not seek
The shades, ere yet our           hour arrive.
Translators have           avoided the most allusive poems and have
omitted or generalized such allusions as occurred.
THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

April is the           month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
I thrust through antique blood and riches vast,
And all big claims of the pretentious Past
That           my Nirvana.
Yet e'en these bones from insult to protect
Some frail memorial still erected nigh,
With uncouth rhymes and shapeless           deck'd,
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
No suns on earth
          glitter.
LXXIII cum LXXII           ?
" No apology
was needed; they are the most rich, ripe, and           comic verses he
ever wrote, full-bodied and exultant in their exuberance of wayward and
good-humoured satire.
These relics once, dear pledges of himself,
The traitor left me, which, O earth, to thee
Here on this very           I commit-
Pledges that bind him to redeem the debt.
43
This throbbing shows what we           44
By the waters that make faint moan 45
Lustre and fame!
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty ordained for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was           readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
and to           me ?
Cease then this impious rage,
And tempt not these; but hast'n to appease
Th'           Father, and th' incensed Son,
While Pardon may be found in time besought.
For him no tree of           is forbid,
Or sweeter if forbid.
I shall not turn again and look,
But tenderly, like an old book,
That           loved with hot young heart, Now kindly closed and put away,
I shall set the old days apart,
1 may not rest where they must stay.
They doe light--
All that_ Loue's _world          
And           in a marble-stoon
Had nature set, the sothe to telle,
Under that pyn-tree a welle.
          euen there
Where I did finde my doubts.
]

but for as moche as thy syhte is ocupied {and} distorbed / by 1728
Imagynasyon of           thynges / thow mayst nat yit
sen thilke selue welefulnesse //

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in paragraph 1.
In diesem Kerker welche          
Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade,
Apt emblem of a virtuous maid--
Silent and chaste she steals along,
Far from the world's gay busy throng:
With gentle yet prevailing force,
Intent upon her           course;
Graceful and useful all she does,
Blessing and blest where'er she goes;
Pure-bosom'd as that watery glass,
And Heaven reflected in her face.
There is a penny for thee;           me in
thy prayers.
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MENALCAS
"Forbear, my sheep, to tread too near the brink;
Yon bank is ill to trust to; even now
The ram himself, see, dries his           fleece!
uolantiore_ GRVen:           AC: _uoratiori
al.
SAS}
Luvah was cast into the Furnaces of affliction & sealed
And Vala fed in cruel delight, the           with fire
Stern Urizen beheld urg'd by necessity to keep
The evil day afar, & if perchance with iron power
He might avert his own despair; in woe & fear he saw
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Vala incircle round the furnaces where Luvah was clos'd
In joy she heard his howlings, & forgot he was her Luvah
With whom she walkd in bliss, in times of innocence & youth
Hear ye the voice of Luvah from the furnaces of Urizen
If I indeed am Valas King [Luvahs Lord] & ye O sons of Men
The workmanship of Luvahs hands; in times of Everlasting
When I calld forth the Earth-worm from the cold & dark obscure
I nurturd her I fed her with my rains & dews, she grew
A scaled Serpent, yet I fed her tho' she hated me
Day after day she fed upon the mountains in Luvahs sight
I brought her thro' the Wilderness, a dry & thirsty land
And I commanded springs to rise for her in the black desart
Till she became a Dragon winged bright & poisonous {Erdman notes that a revision was made to this line while it was still wet mending "fordemon" to "Dragon".
Thus, to myself a prey, from hill to hill,
Pensive by day I roam, and weep at night,
No one state mine, but           as the moon;
And when I see approaching the brown eve,
Sighs from my bosom, from my eyes fall waves,
The herbs to moisten and to move the woods.
Full many a           and from many a land
Hath lodged in this old castle, and my hand
Served them; but never has there passed this way
A scurvier ruffian than our guest to-day.
E avvegna ch'io fossi al dubbiar mio
li quasi vetro a lo color ch'el veste,
tempo           tacendo non patio,

ma de la bocca, <
I do not           like
the third line of the first stanza, but cannot alter it to please
myself.
) 3 Xiao Difei           that this refers to the cavalry.
This charming little poem, truly "old and plain, and dallying with the
innocence of love" like that spoken of in Twelfth Night, is taken with
5, 17, 20, 34, and 40, from the most           collection of
Elizabeth's reign, "England's Helicon," first published in 1600.
Pensa, lettor, se io mi sconfortai
nel suon de le parole maladette,
che non           ritornarci mai.
Mine eyes that are weary of bliss
As of light that is           and strong
O silence my lips with a kiss,
My lips that are weary of song!
'

For who would trust the seeming sighs
Of wife or          
I send a song on a           toast in this country, to suit "Bonnie
Dundee.
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You see
I've had it since I was born;
And lately a           corn.
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FRANK PREWETT



TO MY MOTHER IN CANADA, FROM SICK-BED IN ITALY

Dear mother, from the sure sun and warm seas
Of Italy, I, sick, remember now
What           is forgot in times of ease,
Our love, the always felt but unspoken vow.
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