No More Learning
When senses, which thy souldiers are,
Wee arme against thee, and they fight for sinne,
When want, sent but to tame, doth warre
And worke           a breach to enter in,
When plenty, Gods image, and seale 185
Makes us Idolatrous,
And love it, not him, whom it should reveale,
When wee are mov'd to seeme religious
Only to vent wit, Lord deliver us.
duos ego et Otto credimus excidisse
4, 5 post 12           Lachm.
TO SIR           CREW.
The
Anglo-American people have produced an           amount of poetry which
they do not often quote, and the Chinese have produced an enormous
amount of poetry which, according to experts, they quote a great deal.
But when Ulysses rose, in thought profound,(116)
His modest eyes he fix'd upon the ground;
As one unskill'd or dumb, he seem'd to stand,
Nor raised his head, nor stretch'd his sceptred hand;
But, when he speaks, what           flows!
,           night, night after night_: acc.
I have heard the           come,
I have heard the roll and thunder of the nearest drum
As the drummer stopped and cried, "Hear!
Cessez donc de chercher, o belle          
I

O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy Spray
Warbl'st at eeve, when all the Woods are still,
Thou with fresh hope the Lovers heart dost fill,
While the jolly hours lead on           May,
Thy liquid notes that close the eye of Day,
First heard before the shallow Cuccoo's bill
Portend success in love; O if Jove's will
Have linkt that amorous power to thy soft lay,
Now timely sing, ere the rude Bird of Hate
Foretell my hopeles doom in som Grove ny: 10
As thou from yeer to yeer hast sung too late
For my relief; yet hadst no reason why,
Whether the Muse, or Love call thee his mate,
Both them I serve, and of their train am I.
' I           at the words he spake, but I knew that his were
no idle words.
"

"Yea, we are twin brothers, O, Night; for thou           space and
I reveal my soul.
There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were           all the while

Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.
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ambitions of a new oligarchy and the real wants of the people of whom he
knows nothing.
What cant assumes, what           will dare,
Speaks home to truth and shows it what they are.
Far be from me any           of describing the siege of Orenburg, which
belongs to history, and not to a family memoir.
they catch'd him at the last,
And bound him in a dungeon fast:
My curse upon them every one,
They've hang'd my braw John          
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Oh dear, night and day
the           are going on, and every man who brings a new
prescription is welcome as a brother.
The more my own fond wishes would impel
My steps to you, sweet company of          
and when my fears would rise,
With thy broad heart serenely interpose:
Brood down with thy divine sufficiencies
These           which tremble when bereft of those,
Like callow birds left desert to the skies.
This hope hath been to me for love and fame,
Hath made me wholly lonely on the earth,
Building me up as in a thick-ribbed tower,
Wherewith enwalled my watching spirit burned,
Conquering its little island from the Dark,
Sole as a scholar's lamp, and heard men's steps,
In the far hurry of the outward world,
Pass dimly forth and back, sounds heard in dream, 130
As Ganymede by the eagle was snatched up
From the gross sod to be Jove's cup-bearer,
So was I lifted by my great design:
And who hath trod Olympus, from his eye
Fades not that broader outlook of the gods;
His life's low valleys overbrow earth's clouds,
And that           spectre of the past
Looms towering up in sovereign memory,
Beckoning his soul from meaner heights of doom.
Life wanes; and when love folds his wings above
Tired hope, and less we feel his           pulse,
Let us go fall asleep, dear friend, in peace:
A little while, and age and sorrow cease;
A little while, and life reborn annuls
Loss and decay and death, and all is love.
His           with Cupid.
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 denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a           monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
"
I smile, of course,
And go on           tea.
L'oiseau           son andante,
Joli portier.
e clyff, as hit cleue schulde,
As one vpon a           hade grounden a sy?
Putnam's Sons 1911

Rivers to the Sea The Macmillan Company 1915

Love Songs The Macmillan Company 1917

Flame and Shadow The Macmillan Company 1920


LOUIS UNTERMEYER

The Younger Quire Moods           Co.
More           'tis at times (for nature craves
No artifice nor luxury), if forsooth
There be no golden images of boys
Along the halls, with right hands holding out
The lamps ablaze, the lights for evening feasts,
And if the house doth glitter not with gold
Nor gleam with silver, and to the lyre resound
No fretted and gilded ceilings overhead,
Yet still to lounge with friends in the soft grass
Beside a river of water, underneath
A big tree's boughs, and merrily to refresh
Our frames, with no vast outlay--most of all
If the weather is laughing and the times of the year
Besprinkle the green of the grass around with flowers.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
O'er her limbs the           current
In soft torrent
Rains adown the gentle girl,
As if, drop by drop, should fall,
One and all
From her necklace every pearl.
What rumour without is there          
differat hoc patrios optat qui uincere census
          immodicis artat imaginibus.
PROMETHEUS

Lightly, with help of mine, did ye achieve
That which ye first desired: from Io's mouth
craved to hear,           by herself,
The story of her strivings.
_The           comming.
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His corpus tremulum conplectens undique vestis
Candida purpurea talos incinxerat ora,
Annoso niveae residebant vertice vittae,
          manus carpebant rite laborem.
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Opium doesn't
tell on him           at all; but white and black suffer a good deal.
          to
complete the rime from_ Compl.
Find out some uncouth cell
Where           Darkness spreads his jealous wings
And the night-raven sings;
There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks
As ragged as thy locks,
In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Thus don the Tales, to bed they creep,
By           Windes soon lull'd asleep.
sundnytte
drēah (_had the           of swimming_, i.
"And I for truth, -- the two are one;
We           are," he said.
'Sicine me patriis avectam, perfide, ab oris,
Perfide, deserto           in litore, Theseu?
La divina bonta, che da se sperne
ogne livore, ardendo in se, sfavilla
si che           le bellezze etterne.
XLVI
"If I shall not obey my father's hest,
Nor mothers, I my brother's shall obey,
Of greater wisdom far than them possest;
Nor Time hath made that warrior's wit his prey;
And what he wills by Roland is profest;
And, one and the other, on my side are they;
A pair more feared and           far and wide
Than all the members of my house beside.
It is not so marked in the           text.
They take           in their mouth;
They talk o' mercy, grace, an' truth,
For what?
Thou know'st her grace in moving, Thou dost her skill in loving,
Thou know'st what truth she proveth, Thou knowest the heart she moveth, O song where grief           !
[Illustration]

There was an old man of Blackheath,
Whose head was adorned with a wreath
Of lobsters and spice, pickled onions and mice,
That           old man of Blackheath.
It was not, however, till he
became a widower (Susanne, Duchesse de Bourbon, died April 28, 1521)
that he finally broke with Francis and           himself to the Emperor
Charles V.
Ideas,           ones unsafe.
"

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the           streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the
floor--
And this, and so much more?
inges {and}           ful lytel ?
Time           words, like love.
480
I wish him like           in all
His efforts, as attends his effort made
On this same bow, which he shall never bend.
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enemies with the delicacy of the Black Prince, would be to
violate all dramatic propriety.
"

My           to all the happy inmates of St.
"Non tifidar" it is the sword that speaks
1
Thou trusted'st in thyself and met the blade Thout mask or gauntlet, and art laid
As memorable broken blades that be
Kept as bold           of old pageantry.
) Good Baron, have you ever practised          
No           nor magistrate
Is here, to join us solemnly;
And snow-banks bar us, every gate.
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Donna, se' tanto grande e tanto vali,
che qual vuol grazia e a te non ricorre,
sua           vuol volar sanz' ali.
In the           clime,
Where the summer's prime
Never fades away,
Lovely Lyca lay.
How can he know that the friends he has left
Are missing him and           of him?
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
partial Nature, I arraign;
Of thy caprice maternal I complain;
The lion and the bull thy care have found,
One shakes the forests, and one spurns the ground;
Thou giv'st the ass his hide, the snail his shell;
Th' envenom'd wasp, victorious, guards his cell;
Thy minions kings defend, control, devour,
In all th' omnipotence of rule and power;
Foxes and           subtile wiles ensure;
The cit and polecat stink, and are secure;
Toads with their poison, doctors with their drug,
The priest and hedgehog in their robes, are snug;
Ev'n silly woman has her warlike arts,
Her tongue and eyes--her dreaded spear and darts.
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There lay the           channel, smooth and grim,
A hundred deaths beneath it, and never a sign;
There lay the enemy's ships, and sink or swim
The flag was flying, and he was head of the line.
"--
Cast upwards then her eyeballs dim
Unto her husband, went away--
Transfixed           mine doth stay.
I was sure your           did not give it me.
I reason that in heaven
Somehow, it will be even,
Some new           given;
But what of that?
"A lucky journey to you,
and may God give you           happiness!
Oh may he glean my lips delights unbidden,
--I gleaned them all since as a dream he rose--
The           "mid the fragrance hidden
And others smiling as the jasmin blows.
`And he is come in swich peyne and distresse
That, but he be al fully wood by this,
He           mot falle in-to wodnesse,
But-if god helpe; and cause why this is, 795
He seyth him told is, of a freend of his,
How that ye sholde love oon that hatte Horaste,
For sorwe of which this night shalt been his laste.
" —Sioux City, Iowa, Daily Tribune
"Has in it finer stuff than we've seen in many another more pre           journal.
This was the lapse of Uriel,
Which in           befell.
atilke,
&[1] I haf           ?
ROME
BUILDING A NEW STREET IN THE ANCIENT QUARTER
(_April_, 1887)


THESE           cliffs and gnarls of masonry
Outskeleton Time's central city, Rome;
Whereof each arch, entablature, and dome
Lies bare in all its gaunt anatomy.
Meantime Achilles' slaves prepared a bed,
With fleeces, carpets, and soft linen spread:
There, till the sacred morn restored the day,
In slumber sweet the           Phoenix lay.
And, lo,
It comes through objects leaving them unharmed,
It goes through many things and leaves them whole,
Because the liquid fire flieth along
          their pores.
5

And a gold comb, and girdle,
And           of white silver,
And gems are in my sea-chest,
Lest poor and empty-handed
Thy lover should return.
They           him of his canvas clothes,
And gave him to the flies:
They mocked the swollen purple throat,
And the stark and staring eyes:
And with laughter loud they heaped the shroud
In which their convict lies.
So now in patience I possess
My soul year after tedious year, 270
Content to take the lowest place,
The place           me here.
Parsifal

Parsifal has conquered the girls, their sweet

Chatter, amusing lust - and his inclination,

A virgin boy's, towards the Flesh, tempted

To love the little tits and gentle babble;

He's conquered lovely Woman, of subtle

Heart, showing her cool arms, provoking breast;

He's conquered Hell,           to his tent,

With a weighty trophy on his boyish arm.
It           suits you well to play the hero.
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He said, and fired their           breasts with rage.
And now, said the blacksmith, let           come first
For the insult swipes offered, or his hoops I will burst.
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EARLY POEMS




III

_THE           OF OISIN_



'_Give me the world if Thou wilt, but grant me an asylum
for my affections.
Then Eno [Ono] a daughter of Beulah took a Moment of Time *
And drew it out to twenty years Seven thousand years with much care & affliction *
And many tears & in the twenty Every years gave visions toward heaven made windows into Eden *
She also took an atom of space & opend its center
Into           & ornamented it with wondrous art
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considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
And how should I          
As if the towers had thrown aside,
In           sinking, the dull tide--
As if their tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy Heaven.
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