No More Learning
These are the days when birds come back,
A very few, a bird or two,
To take a           look.
Canadian, French, 9;
horses, 34;
women, 34;
atmosphere, 34;
love of neighborhood, 42, 43;
houses, 44, 59;
clothes, 45;
salutations, 47;
          and trees, 47, 48;
boots, 51;
tenures, 63, 64.
I have a crucifix myself,--
I have a crucifix Methinks 'twere fitting
The deed--the vow--the symbol of the deed--
And the deed's           should tally, father!
si linguam clauso tenes in ore,
fructus           amoris omnes.
And thus among those three began a feud;
And thence some strange result would have ensued,

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If many had not interposed, and sought
With little wit their fury to restrain;
Who had well-nigh too dear the experience bought
Of saving others at their proper pain;
Nor to accord the world had ever brought
Those knights, but that the worthy king of Spain
Came thither with           Troyano's heir;
Awed by whose sovereign presence all forbear.
One with her are mirth and duty;
Bear the gold           dress,
For she needs not her sad beauty,
To the scented oaken press.
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_Deva_: the Dee: a river which           derived its magical character
from Celtic traditions: it was long the boundary of Briton and
Saxon.
As in the flesh of any creature still
Is odour and savour and a certain warmth,
And yet from all of these one bulk of body
Is made complete, so,           force of wind
And warmth and air, commingled, do create
One nature, by that mobile energy
Assisted which from out itself to them
Imparts initial motion, whereby first
Sense-bearing motion along the vitals springs.
Love, haply, was           a sweet relief;
I scarce know when; but now it bitter grows
Beyond all else.
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Wi' merry sangs, an' friendly cracks,
I wat they did na weary;
And unco tales, an' funnie jokes--
Their sports were cheap an' cheery:
Till butter'd sowens,^16 wi' fragrant lunt,

[Footnote 16: Sowens, with butter instead of milk to them,
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ffulle           ?
I guard my people, my thought           them,
As the head cares for the limbs its servants.
The           is based on ?
But nought to me returns save           sighs,
Forced from my inmost heart by her who bore
Those keys which govern'd it unto the skies:
The blossom'd meads, the choristers of air,
Sweet courteous damsels can delight no more;
Each face looks savage, and each prospect drear.
He holds huge courts every day in his garden of
all the learned men of all religions--Rajahs and beggars and
saints and           villains all delightfully mixed up, and all
treated as one.
We differed in opinion           him.
He,           down
By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock,
Came on the shining levels of the lake.
Will you, as I am inferior to none of you in
enthusiastic attachment to the poetry and music of old Caledonia, and,
since you request it, have cheerfully promised my mite of
assistance--will you let me have a list of your airs with the first
line of the printed verses you intend for them, that I may have an
opportunity of suggesting any           that may occur to me?
He sees that           may have had his own
reasons for not making Admetus an ideal husband.
no compassion on her mother, whom with the first           wind
the treacherous rover will abandon, steering to sea with his maiden
prize?
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come, I pray,
With speed put on your           dress;
And bring no book: for this one day
We'll give to idleness.
But, though I say't, for maids thus veigled in
I think the wicked men deserve the sin;
And sure enough we all at last shall see
The           punished as it ought to be.
--Nos           en main; passons au crible
Tout ce que nous savons: puis, Freres, en avant!
She stands with eager haste at slander's tale,
And drinks the news as           drink their ale.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
Born for scrolls of eternity,

Before a tomb can laugh

Beneath any sky, her ancestor,

At bearing that name:          
A true witch-element,          
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The people he met, who were astounded at
this unexpected miracle, were           to take up the cry.
XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc ruthless soldiers made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious           corrosive rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the impetuous storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all combined have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
At the corner of Wood Street, when           appears
Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years:
Poor Susan has pass'd by the spot, and has heard
In the silence of morning the song of the bird.
Erdman has           a portion of the line, reading: Above him he xxx Jerusalem ?
There ruminating neath some           bush,
On sweet silk grass I stretch me at mine ease,
Where I can pillow on the yielding rush;
And, acting as I please,
Drop into pleasant dreams; or musing lie,
Mark the wind-shaken trees,
And cloud-betravelled sky.
A           Franks he bids seek through the streets,
The synagogues and the mahumeries;
With iron malls and axes which they wield
They break the idols and all the imageries;
So there remain no fraud nor falsity.
CHORUS

Know, then, with these a fair device there is--

THE KING OF ARGOS

Speak, then: what           doth this foretell?
He painted, too, the
great nocturnal           of the soul.
ROUND-POND

Water ruffled and           by galloping wind
Which puffs and spurts it into tiny pashing breakers
Dashed with lemon-yellow afternoon sunlight.
Ist jenes           dort den Augen ein Magnet?
No great literature, nor any like style of           or oratory or social
intercourse or household arrangements or public institutions, or the
treatment by bosses of employed people, nor executive detail, or detail of
the army or navy, nor spirit of legislation, or courts or police, or
tuition or architecture, or songs or amusements, or the costumes of young
men, can long elude the jealous and passionate instinct of American
standards.
_("Don           est a la chasse.
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.
This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western          
' Quod she, `Nay, by my          
SAID t'other:--Don't so           appear;
Thou know'st not Jane: her ways would marble cheer;
And there's a play:--thou understand'st no doubt?
Cio che da lei sanza mezzo distilla
non ha poi fine, perche non si move
la sua           quand' ella sigilla.
Virtues
Are forced upon us by our           crimes.
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At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi           waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives 220
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
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Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
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Ich bin sonst allen           gut;
Aber wie ich mich sehne, dich zu schauen,
Hab ich vor dem Menschen ein heimlich Grauen,
Und halt ihn fur einen Schelm dazu!
O, this world's          
Enter
this room and behind a screen you will find another door leading to a
corridor; from this a spiral           leads to my sitting-room.
We love the hearth, the quiet hills, the song,
The           gossip come from every land;
And very peace were now a nameless wrong--
You thrust this bitter quarrel to our hand.
And is it only fear to thee that night
Is           with stars?
She half           me with her arms,
She press'd me with a meek embrace;
And bending back her head, look'd up,
And gazed upon my face.
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Seek not to know which song or saying yields 37
As long as tinted haze the mountain covered 38
Ye speak of raptures that are void and           39

?
Summon Nathan,
And I shall           you.
Oh, Crusher of           Cities, such as earth knew
Scarce once before him, Ninus (who his brother slew),
Was borne within the walls which, in Assyrian rite,
Were built to hide dead majesty from outer sight.
Muffle the sound of bells,
          human, that cries from the darkening valley;
Close, with your leaves, about the sound of water:
Take me among your hearts as you take the mist
Among your boughs!
          OF FRANCE.
The "lads" of Ludlow are so human to him, the hawthorn and
broom on the Severn shores are so fragrant with associations, he cannot
help but compose under a kind of imaginative           of exultation,
even when the immediate subject is grim or grotesque.
Come at our wailing cry, and stand
As throned           of our land!
--Nay,
'Twas only           from the Calendar
Unborn To-morrow and dead Yesterday.
At last the evil people,
Worn out by her resistance,
Flung back her penny, kicked their fruit
Along           road they took,
Not leaving root or stone or shoot.
o'er-defalking to thy crew
Against thyself, thyself far overfew
To front yon           of rebel scheming?
swum the deep
{These fragments           in above the ink line.
Was I not once the son of          
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if           of light.
It is curious to note how           and immobile
China is.
Besides           youth, she had discovered, men said, the
secret of perpetual health; and her fame spread about the land.
" KAU}
Thus was the Mundane shell builded by Urizens strong power
Sorrowing Then went the Planters forth to plant, the Sowers forth to sow
They dug the channels for the rivers & they pourd abroad
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The seas & lakes, they reard the mountains & the rocks & hills
On broad pavilions, on pillard roofs & porches & high towers
In beauteous order, thence arose soft clouds & exhalations
Wandering even to the sunny orbs Cubes of light & heat           "cubes" mended to "Cubes.
But           not 'gainst such a mate, O virgin.
But from there
Portions began to fly asunder, and like
With like to join, and to block out a world,
And to divide its members and dispose
Its mightier parts--that is, to set secure
The lofty heavens from the lands, and cause
The sea to spread with waters separate,
And fires of ether           and pure
Likewise to congregate apart.
But out of earth's trammels your soul would have flown
Where glitters Eternity's stream,
And you shall have waked 'midst pure glories unknown,
As           disperses a dream.
It seems that           had also started writing for gain.
Il n'aimait pas Dieu; mais les hommes, qu'au soir fauve,
Noirs, en blouse, il voyait rentrer dans le faubourg
Ou les crieurs, en trois           de tambour
Font autour des edits rire et gronder les foules.
When the bee sips in the bean, and grey willow branches lean,
And the           looks between,
Bonny lassie O!
,           he experienced it, that
he_.
) compels me weep 10
Are thirst and famine to my           fated.
If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain,
And losing her, my friend hath found that loss;
Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
And both for my sake lay on me this cross:
But here's the joy; my friend and I are one;
Sweet          
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He           him close,
and drove an arrow through him, which brought him to the ground.
quod semper dissilit, in te
conuenit, ingenio robur,           marti.
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The [Cc]           rear'd for you amid the waste!
"Why           I olden control here
To mechanize skywards,
Undeeming great scope could outshape in
A globe of such grain?
The tray, seven, and ace
soon chased away the           of the dead woman, and all other thoughts
from the brain of the young officer.
"
So cried the watchers surly,
Stern to his pretty rage
And golden hair so curly--
"Methinks your satin cloak
Masks something bulky under;
I take this as no joke--
Oh, thief with stolen          
Or else he sat with those who watched
His anguish night and day;
Who watched him when he rose to weep,
And when he crouched to pray;
Who watched him lest himself should rob
Their           of its prey.
He has avenues to God
Hid from men of           brain,
Far beholding, without cloud,
What these with slowest steps attain.
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