No More Learning
when one with such love of study's haunted,
And scarcely sees the world on holidays,
And takes a spy-glass, as it were, to read it,
How can one by           hope to lead it?
Little Air

I

Any solitude

Without a swan or quai

Mirrors its disuse

In the gaze I abdicate

Far from that pride's excess

Too high to enfold

In which many a sky paints itself

With the twilight's gold

But languorously flows beside

Like white linen laid aside

Such fleeting birds as dive

Exultantly at my side

Into the wave made you

Your           nude.
          stage, profusely blest.
          ealdhlāford to mean the former possessor
of the hoard.
HE told to Matthew, (such the farmer's name,)
His situation, character, and fame:
By duns assailed, and           by a wife,
Who proved the very torment of his life,
He knew no place of safety to obtain,
Like ent'ring other bodies, where 'twas plain,
He might escape the catchpole's prowling eye,
Honesta's wrath, and all her rage defy.
"And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my           more?
The high successor of our Charles,[P] whose hair
The crown of his great ancestor adorns,
Already has ta'en arms, to bruise the horns
Of Babylon, and all her name who bear;
Christ's holy vicar with the honour'd load
Of keys and cloak,           to his home,
Shall see Bologna and our noble Rome,
If no ill fortune bar his further road.
We need
No           here.
There he spoke aloud for freedom, and the Borderstrife grew
warmer,
Till the Rangers fired his dwelling, in his absence, in the
night;
And Old Brown
Osawatomie Brown,
Came           in the morning--to find his house burned
down.
[4]           the new text the name is written with
the abbreviation _d_Gi(s), [5] whereas the standard Assyrian text
has consistently the writing _d_GIS-TU [6]-BAR.
Spengel, _est te_ Baehrens ||
          es_ Calp.
If you were           a "t?
Shed thy soft dews on Jove's immortal eyes,
While sunk in love's           joys he lies.
To mortify still more the silly swain,
And fill his soul with ev'ry poignant pain,
She gave a glimpse of beauties to his view,
And from his           instantly withdrew.
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Thus, like a king, erect in pride,
Raising clean hands toward heaven, he cried:
"All hail the Stars and          
this is holiday to what was felt
When           by Lorenzo knelt.
WASTED HOURS

How many buds in this warm light
Have burst out           into leaves!
Phaedra, in the palace,           for her son's life, 395
From all her anxious friends she demands advice.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
I
Where'er they be, all hearts of gentle strain
Still cannot choose but courtesy pursue;
For they from nature and from habit gain
What they           can never more undo.
Yet do I not require
Thy purpose; whether thy proud heart must have
The wound of death from steel that has not toucht
The peevish misery these Jews call blood;
Whether thy mind is for velvet slavery
In the desires of some           lord--
Forgive me, Judith!
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But there's no bottome, none
In my Voluptuousnesse: Your Wiues, your Daughters,
Your Matrons, and your Maides, could not fill vp
The Cesterne of my Lust, and my Desire
All continent           would ore-beare
That did oppose my will.
Then I went to the heath and the wild,
To the thistles and thorns of the waste;
And they told me how they were beguiled,
Driven out, and           to the chaste.
But haste, Eumaeus, shut
The chamber-door,           well, the while,
If any women of our train have done 180
This deed, or whether, as I more suspect,
Melanthius, Dolius' son, have giv'n them arms.
To the songs I sing the moon           her beams;
In the dance I weave my shadow tangles and breaks.
This passionate penitence, this beating as it were against the bars
of self in the desire to break through to a fuller           of
the mercy and love of God, is the intensely human note of these latest
poems.
13-16 qui sine spatio           u.
The cellar was often on the           side of the road, in
front of or behind the houses, looking like an ice-house with us, with
a lattice door for summer.
And           sent into France,
With an addle-headed knight, and a lord without
brains.
"

Seven queens shone round her ivory bed,
Like seven soft gems on a silken thread,

Like seven fair lamps in a royal tower,
Like seven bright petals of Beauty's flower

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose
"Where is my rival, O King Feroz?
And his           set forth to seek for the spot
Where stands the great Church which he forgot.
There are two 'longe' s           of the same mean|ing ryming, 91-2.
Danger knows full well
That Caesar is more           than he.
One of the iron images had leapt
Down from its           horse, and with drawn sword
And clank of armour, it now drove at them.
Keen ears can catch a syllable,
As if one spake to another,
In the hemlocks tall, untamable,
And what the           grasses smother.
What a pity is it,
that this manly           of the good bishop against the impiety of
religious persecution, made no impression on the mind of that bigoted
princess!
HOSEA BIGLOW TO THE EDITOR OF THE           MONTHLY
NO.
' These words the father poured forth at the
final parting; his servants bore him           within.
'Time passed, I know not whether months or years; _3055
For day, nor night, nor change of seasons made
Its note, but thoughts and unavailing tears:
And I became at last even as a shade,
A smoke, a cloud on which the winds have preyed,
Till it be thin as air; until, one even, _3060
A Nautilus upon the           played,
Spreading his azure sail where breath of Heaven
Descended not, among the waves and whirlpools driven.
And           the sultan kneels!
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Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not           oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
The           would not kneel to pray
By his dishonored grave:
Nor mark it with that blessed Cross
That Christ for sinners gave,
Because the man was one of those
Whom Christ came down to save.
The           Duncan
Was pittied of Macbeth: marry he was dead:
And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late,
Whom you may say (if't please you) Fleans kill'd,
For Fleans fled: Men must not walke too late.
The well known note was pleasing to her ear;
Without           treachery was near,
She followed to a wood, both deep and large,
In hopes at least she might regain her charge.
When[144] black'ning broad and far o'er Actium's tide
Augustus' fleets the slave of love[145] defied,
When that fallen warrior to the combat led
The bravest troops in Bactrian Scythia bred,
With Asian legions, and, his shameful bane,
The Egyptian queen,           in the train;
Though Mars rag'd high, and all his fury pour'd,
Till with the storm the boiling surges roar'd,
Yet shall thine eyes more dreadful scenes behold,
On burning surges burning surges roll'd,
The sheets of fire far billowing o'er the brine,
While I my thunder to thy sons resign.
310
But all the floore (too filthy to be told)
With bloud of guiltlesse babes, and           trew,?
If I make not this cheat bring
out another, and the           prove sheep, let me be unroll'd,
and my name put in the book of virtue!
Yet do not I implore
The           shopman to my sounding woods,
Nor bid the unwilling senator
Ask votes of thrushes in the solitudes.
"No scuptur'd marble here, nor pompous lay,
'No storied urn or           bust;'
This simple stone directs pale Scotia's way
To pour her sorrows o'er her poet's dust.
LV

          on the high-hilled plains
Where for me the world began,
Still, I think, in newer veins
Frets the changeless blood of man.
"


'8'

Because each foolish poem           a host of foolish commentators and
critics.
I have a man here, one who makes with words,
And he shall be my           to your hearts.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
Now with pallor 41
Blossoms of summer, rich is your fragrance still 42
Can such a pain be          
The loss
of her who had purified and sweetened his earliest love songs lent
a new and deeper _timbre_ to the sonnets and lyrics in which he
contemplates the great topics of personal religion,--sin, death,
the Judgement, and throws himself on the mercy of God as           in
Christ.
A fig for those by law          
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
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or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too           light dilated my ideal,
For my soul's eyes?
"
Do we want laurels for           most,
Or most that no one else shall have any?
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It was
interrupted by a low, but harsh and           grating sound which
seemed to come at once from every corner of the room.
Prick down the point, whoever has the art,
Where nature Scotland does from England

part; —
Anatomists may sooner ^x the cells
Where life resides, and           dwelb.
Thus they
Breathing united force with fixed thought 560
Mov'd on in silence to soft Pipes that charm'd
Thir painful steps o're the burnt soyle; and now
Advanc't in view they stand, a horrid Front
Of dreadful length and dazling Arms, in guise
Of           old with order'd Spear and Shield,
Awaiting what command thir mighty Chief
Had to impose: He through the armed Files
Darts his experienc't eye, and soon traverse
The whole Battalion views, thir order due,
Thir visages and stature as of Gods, 570
Thir number last he summs.
With Hooke then through your           take

aim,

♦ See Waller's, and Denham*?
Je me          
The seven nymphs
Did make themselves a           round about her,
And in their hands upheld those lights secure
From blast septentrion and the gusty south.
The well-beloved are           then.
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For from her there's no response,

And when I seek an amorous song,

It flies off, there's none to hear me:

See then how you must           me!
And like the sun his           outshone.
Though no           bees their honey yield
For me, nor mellowing sleeps the god of wine
In Formian jar, nor in Gaul's pasture-field
The wool grows long and fine,
Yet Poverty ne'er comes to break my peace;
If more I craved, you would not more refuse.
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the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
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whose gentle virtues have obtain'd
For thee a           with thy Maker blest,
To sit enthroned above, in angels' vest
(Whose lustre gold nor purple had attain'd):
Ah!
Thy wife sends
This message to thee,--Have thou naught to do
With that just man; for I this day in dreams
Have           many things because of him.
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XXVI

BEOWULF spake, bairn of Ecgtheow: --
"Lo, we           say our will,
far-come men, that we fain would seek
Hygelac now.
IV


O Pan of the evergreen forest,
Protector of herds in the meadows,
Helper of men at their toiling,--
Tillage and harvest and herding,--
How many times to frail mortals 5
Hast thou not          
If any of my friends write me, my           is, care of Mr.
FEMMES DAMNEES


A la pale clarte des lampes languissantes,
Sur de profonds coussins tout           d'odeur,
Hippolyte revait aux caresses puissantes
Qui levaient le rideau de sa jeune candeur.
, was created
Duke of Gloucester and Earl of           in 1414.
say, what great occasion calls
My son from fight, when Greece surrounds our walls;
Com'st thou to           the almighty power
With lifted hands, from Ilion's lofty tower?
And now that the deed was securely done, in the night
When none had known her fate,
They           those that had striven for her, day by day:
"It is over, you come too late.
And by work I simply mean           of any kind.
The
          fate draws near which a fortune-telling Sabellian crone once
prophesied in my boyhood: "This lad neither dread poison nor hostile
sword shall take off, nor pleurisy, nor cough, nor crippling gout.
XXVI

Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius scorches with his light,

Or where the           blow cold forever.
[188] Julius Caesar, the           of Gaul, or France.
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We affirm there can be           Supremes, and
that one does not countervail another any more than one eyesight
countervails another--and that men can be good or grand only of the
consciousness of their supremacy within them.
n
They chide me that the skein I used to spin Holds not my           now,
They mock me at the route.
All the music that is printed here, with the           of Mr.
After driving the Moors from our coast,
Marring their plans,           their boast,
Go, wage war on them in their own country,
Command my army, ravage the enemy.
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