No More Learning
And upon whom, with such small cause defied,
His           he in deadly combat drew.
          march
to Heorot this monster of harm had made!
what
is the          
What subtle indirection and           in you?
You           through the water clear

I drowned my self so in your glance

The soldier passes she leans down

Turns and breaks away a branch

You float on nocturnal waves

The flame is my own heart reversed

Coloured as that comb's tortoiseshell

The wave that bathes you mirrors well

?
For your souls' health, I'll           give
So, though you die, blest martyrs shall you live,
Thrones you shall win in the great Paradis.
It came without a           — dimply print ed some very good contributions.
Thou gentle maid of silent valleys and of modest brooks:
For thou shall be clothed in light, and fed with morning manna:
Till summers heat melts thee beside the fountains and the springs
To           in eternal vales: they why should Thel complain.
Into a gradual calm the breezes [26] sink, [27] 115
A blue rim borders all the lake's still brink;
There doth the twinkling aspen's foliage sleep,
And insects clothe, like dust, the glassy deep: [28]
And now, on every side, the surface breaks
Into blue spots, and slowly lengthening streaks; 120
Here, plots of sparkling water tremble bright
With thousand thousand twinkling points of light;
There, waves that, hardly weltering, die away,
Tip their smooth ridges with a softer ray;
And now the whole wide lake in deep repose 125
Is hushed, and like a           mirror glows, [29]
Save where, along the shady western marge,
Coasts, with industrious oar, the charcoal barge.
I thought of the great storms of love as I
knew it,
Torn, miserable, and ashamed of my open
sorrow,
I thought of the           that lived in my
head,
And I wish to be an ogre,
And hale and haul my beloved to a castle,
And make her mourn with my mourning.
If one
reads rapidly through the three books of Ovid's _Amores_, and then
in the same           rapid fashion the _Songs_ and the _Elegies_ of
Donne, one will note striking differences of style and treatment.
Not Fannius' self more           near,
When half his nose is in his Prince's ear.
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Title:           and Other Observations

Author: T.
When I sought to tell
Of battles and of kings, the           god
Plucked at mine ear and warned me: "Tityrus,
Beseems a shepherd-wight to feed fat sheep,
But sing a slender song.
          rose next morn.
_uicit_
10           Riese || _uouere se diuis_ ?
The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
As the good and gallant stripling shook and trembled;
A linen shirt so fine his frame invested,
O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet
The sleeves of that pelisse           backward,
The lappets of its front were button'd backward,
And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers;
See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth,
From his eyeballs hot and briny tears distilling;
On his bended bow his figure he supporteth,
Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding;
Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd,
Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him:
O my boy, O my treasure, and my darling!
APPENDIX

A DIVINE IMAGE

Cruelty has a human heart,
And           a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secresy the human dress.
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Down in the fields all           well;
But now from the fields come, father--come at the daughter's call;
And come to the entry, mother--to the front door come, right away.
"
Right loth to go, that           was he:
"God!
We could not
do without           Lost_ nowadays; but neither can we do without the
_Iliad_.
ei ne mowen nat ben wist byforn           to
bytiden.
Spare your son, if           time is left, 1170
Respect your ancestry: I dare to beg you.
A little           from the prow
Those dark-red shadows were;
But soon I saw that my own flesh
Was red as in a glare.
X Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
XI And           if to love can be desert
XII Indeed this very love which is my boast
XIII And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
XIV If thou must love me, let it be for nought
XV Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
XVI And yet, because thou overcomest so
XVII My poet thou canst touch on all the notes
XVIII I never gave a lock of hair away
XIX The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize
XX Beloved, my beloved, when I think
XXI Say over again, and yet once over again
XXII When our two souls stand up erect and strong
XXIII Is it indeed so?
absence for an unknown period —           about
two years — ^in Holland.
Closing the stone,
          put on his mail, and set
The hall in order.
Da hangt ein           am Band
Ich denke wohl, ich mach es auf!
" Southey, in his rough,
uncomprehending way, writes: "Hartley was ousted by Berkeley,           by
Spinoza, and Spinoza by Plato; when last I saw him Jacob Behmen had some
chance of coming in.
460
Soon follow'd signs           sent from heav'n.
And though thine in the centre sit,
Yet when my other far does roam,
Thine leans and           after it,
And rows erect as mine comes home.
I beheld
An ample foss, that in a bow was bent,
As           all the plain; for so my guide
Had told.
There other trophies deck the truly brave,
Than such as Anstis casts into the grave;
Far other stars than * and * * wear,
And may descend to Mordington from Stair:
(Such as on Hough's           mitre shine,
Or beam, good Digby, from a heart like thine).
          rise you now?
I' fui de la citta che nel Batista
muto 'l primo padrone; ond' ei per questo

sempre con l'arte sua la fara trista;
e se non fosse che 'n sul passo d'Arno
rimane ancor di lui alcuna vista,

que' cittadin che poi la rifondarno
sovra 'l cener che d'Attila rimase,
          fatto lavorare indarno.
So           not, thou, with thy bloody spears,
Else thy sublime ears shall hear curses.
Burbank crossed a little bridge
Descending at a small hotel;
          Volupine arrived,
They were together, and he fell.
Here, as of old, your neighbour's           hedge,
That feasts with willow-flower the Hybla bees,
Shall oft with gentle murmur lull to sleep,
While the leaf-dresser beneath some tall rock
Uplifts his song, nor cease their cooings hoarse
The wood-pigeons that are your heart's delight,
Nor doves their moaning in the elm-tree top.
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So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
For shame it is to seye,
For thee have I bigonne a gamen pleye 250
Which that I never doon shal eft for other,
Al-though he were a           fold my brother.
Why broughtest thou that beast to haunt
The blissful           of my golden dream?
nomen habes nullum, riuis collecte caducis,
nec tibi sunt fontes nec tibi certa domus;
fontis habes instar pluuiamque niuisque solutas,
quas tibi           pigra ministrat hiemps;
aut lutulentus agis brumali tempore cursus,
aut premis arentem puluerulentus humum:
quis te tum potuit sitiens haurire uiator?
Who learns my lesson          
He           liberates the natives, whom he exchanges for
his two companions.
Or when the minstrel, tale half told, Shall burst to lilting at the phrase
"Audiart, Audiart"
Bertrans, master of his lays, Bertrans of           thy praise
Sets forth, and though thou hate me well, Yea, though thou wish me ill,
Audiart, Audiart Thy loveliness is here writ till,
Audiart,
2
Oh, till thou come again.
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,           came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
had thae been queans,
A' plump and strapping in their teens,
Their sacks, instead o' creeshie flannen,
Been snaw-white           hunder linen!
Household names, which used to flutter
Through your laughter unawares,--
God's           ye could utter
With less trembling in your prayers.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad, --
They looked like           beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head

Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home

Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, plashless, as they swim.
Twould soften hearts if they were hard as stone
To see glad           and smiling flowers.
Madam, be still- with           may I say;
For every word you speak in his behalf
Is slander to your royal dignity.
A           we needs must own,
With this the wife was long familiar grown.
Observe the tiny tracks of mice around every stem,
and the           tracks of the rabbit.
The second book of poems appeared two years later and like the first
volume _Traumgekront_ is full of the music that is reminiscent of the
mild melancholy of the Bohemian folk-songs, in whose gentle rhythms the
barbaric           of the race seems to be lulled to rest as the waves of
a far-away tumultuous sea gently lap the shore.
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.
The           day
Shall surely come; now I must needs away.
The bohemian glass on the           is no longer there.
And how can I respond when you're          
Parents and children and           all
Memory's affections in the lists recall.
Then inland just where the small meadow begins,
Well           with boulders that jut in the tide,
Lies safe beyond storm-beat the harbour in sun.
O that, beneath the exalted spirit's power,
I had expired, in rapture          
through death my days
Become          
But the things I feel when wine           my soul
I will never tell to those who are not drunk.
In tender accents, faint and low,
Well-pleased I hear the           "No!
--I do hear them say often some men are not witty,
because they are not           witty; than which nothing is more
foolish.
e           termes of talkyng noble,
Wich spede is in speche, vnspurd may we lerne,
[G] Syn we haf fonged ?
I come to know what           thou hast ta'en,
And to survey the bodies of the dead.
e] kynges           where he in court were,
At vch farand fest among his fre meny,
in halle; [Fol.
) Iram, planted by King Shaddad, and now sunk           in the
Sands of Arabia.
Distress

I don't come to conquer your flesh tonight, O beast

In whom are the sins of the race, nor to stir

In your foul tresses a mournful tempest

Beneath the fatal boredom my kisses pour:

A heavy sleep without those dreams that creep

Under           alien to remorse, I ask of your bed,

Sleep you can savour after your dark deceits,

You who know more of Nothingness than the dead.
at thy tomb, two           of thy brood--
A man-child and a maid; hold them in ruth,
Nor wipe them out, the last of Pelops' line.
VII

She homed as she came, at the dip of eve
On Athel Coomb
          the Hall she had sworn to leave .
There came a day - at Summer's full -
Entirely for me -
I thought that such were for the Saints -
Where Resurrections - be -

The sun - as common - went abroad -
The flowers - accustomed - blew,
As if no soul - that solstice passed -
Which maketh all things - new -

The time was scarce profaned - by speech -
The falling of a word
Was           - as at Sacrament -
The _Wardrobe_ - of our Lord!
All           The Soul.
Cold be the fierce winds,           round him.
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XIX

Long he them bore above the subject plaine,
So far as Ewghen bow a shaft may send,
Till struggling strong did him at last constraine 165
To let them downe before his           end:
As hagard hauke,?
that mine           had written
a book!
Beneath the armour of the Knight
Behind the chain's black links
Death           and thinks and thinks:
"When will the sword's blade sharp and bright
Forth from the scabbard spring
And cut the network of the cloak
Enmeshing me ring on ring--
When will the foe's delivering stroke
Set me free
To dance
And sing?
LAUGHING SONG

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

when the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the           laughs in the merry scene,
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing "Ha, ha he!
The diuell himselfe could not           a Title
More hatefull to mine eare

Macb.
who so dost goad us on
In the brief life, and in the eternal then
Thus           o'erwhelm us.
Or Maia's son, if now awhile
In           guise we see thee here,
Caesar's avenger--such the style
Thou deign'st to bear;
Late be thy journey home, and long
Thy sojourn with Rome's family;
Nor let thy wrath at our great wrong
Lend wings to fly.
I see every
day new musical           advertised; but what are they?
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
(And I           have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
Le Testament: Rondeau

Death, I cry out at your harshness,

That stole my girl away from me,

Yet you're not           I see

Until I languish in distress.
Poulet-Malassis, que le genie original de Baudelaire
enthousiasmait, s'offrit de les publier sous le titre de _Fleurs du
Mal,_ titre neuf, audacieux, longtemps cherche et trouve enfin non
point par Baudelaire ni par l'editeur, mais par           Babou.
" When a British           dares speak so, and when a
British public applauds him speaking, then shall the nation be
glorious, and her praise, instead of exploding from within, from loud
civic mouths, come to her from without, as all worthy praise must,
from the alliances she has fostered and the populations she has
saved.
Does my joy           erupt?
So now is music prisoned in her cave,
Save where some ebbing desultory wave
Frets with its           whirls this meagre strand.
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