No More Learning
The foolhardy           I well could endure,
His praise was worth nothing, his censure was poor,
Fame bade me go on and I toiled the day long
Till the fields where he lived should be known in my song.
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Rest your old bones, ye           crones!
"Thither to haste, the region to explore,
Was first my thought: but           back to shore
I deem'd it best to visit first my crew,
And send our spies the dubious coast to view.
A noble          
I supposed that they           their
dinners,--so many slices of bread and butter to each, perchance.
_An Ode to Master           Porter, upon his brother's death.
"Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
          you murmur below me,
Strange is your half-silent power.
Eaves-dropping seems a           game with thee.
He walked amongst the Trial Men
In a suit of shabby grey;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So           at the day.
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The Bodleian Quatrain pleads           by way of Justification.
The brown waves of fog toss up to me
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
And           along the level of the roofs.
When day's           is not eas'd by night,
But day by night and night by day oppress'd,
And each, though enemies to either's reign,
Do in consent shake hands to torture me,
The one by toil, the other to complain
How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
A FOREWORD


When the first Miscellany of American Poetry appeared in 1920,
innumerable were the           asked by both readers and reviewers of
publishers and contributors alike.
Yet if the dweller on holy
Itone, who deigns defend our race and Erectheus' dwellings, grant thee to
besprinkle thy right hand in the bull's blood, then see that in very truth
these           deep-stored in thine heart's memory do flourish, nor any
time deface them.
Again, ourselves           in the dark
We touch, the same we do not find to be
Tinctured with any colour.
--
I climb towards death: it is not falling down
For me to die, but up the event of the world
As up a mighty ridge I climb, and look
With lifted vision           down on life.
TABLE


PREFACE
Les           des orphelins
Voyelles
Oraison du soir
Les assis
Les effares
Les chercheuses de poux
Bateau ivre
Premieres communions
L'orgie parisienne ou Paris se repeuple
Accroupissements
Les pauvres a l'eglise
Ce qui retient Nina
Venus Anadyomene
Morts de quatre-vingt-douze
Comedie en trois baisers
Sensation
Bal des pendus
Roman
Rages de Cesars
Le mal
Ophelie
Le chatiment de Tartufe
A la musique
Le forgeron
Soleil et chair
Le dormeur du Val
Au Cabaret Vert
La Maline
L'eclatante victoire de Sarrebruck
Reve pour l'hiver
Le buffet
Ma boheme
Entends comme Brame
Chant de guerre parisien
Mes petites amoureuses
Les poetes de sept ans
Le coeur vole
Tete de faune
Poison perdu
Les corbeaux
Patience
Jeune menage
Memoire
.
Straightway I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me           by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
"Guess now who holds thee!
At least, it solaces to know
That there exists a gold,
Although I prove it just in time
Its           to behold!
Ye holden regne and hous in unitee;
Ye soothfast cause of           been also; 30
Ye knowe al thilke covered qualitee
Of thinges which that folk on wondren so,
Whan they can not construe how it may io,
She loveth him, or why he loveth here;
As why this fish, and nought that, comth to were.
]
[Sidenote B: He has           the fox.
--A wise tongue should not be
licentious and wandering; but moved and, as it were, governed with
certain reins from the heart and bottom of the breast: and it was
excellently said of that philosopher, that there was a wall or parapet of
teeth set in our mouth, to restrain the petulancy of our words; that the
rashness of talking should not only be retarded by the guard and watch of
our heart, but be fenced in and           by certain strengths placed in
the mouth itself, and within the lips.
THE           OF JUPITER.
They laughed to know the world so wide;
The           said: "Good-day!
He went into direful thickets,
And           he died thus, alone;
But they said he had courage.
"

He said, and placed the goblet at his side;
With joy the           king replied:

"Wisely and well, my son, thy words have proved
A senior honour'd, and a friend beloved!
The brain within its groove
Runs evenly and true;
But let a splinter swerve,
'T were easier for you
To put the water back
When floods have slit the hills,
And scooped a           for themselves,
And blotted out the mills!
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The sowers made haste to depart,--
The wind and the birds which sowed it;
Not for fame, nor by rules of art,
Planted these, and           flowed it.
shall I quit thee
For huffing, braggart, puffed          
And
it is a thousand pities that the difficulties of Chatterton's language
and the peculiar charm and invention of his metrical technique cannot
be appreciated till the boyish love of adventure, delight in imagined
bloodshed, and           of sentimental love, have generally been left
behind.
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e moten seken           ?
Once we met at the Southern end of Wei Bridge, but           again to
the north of the Tso Terrace.
He ate and drank the           words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
Better have borne the petulant proud disdain
Of Amaryllis, or           wooed,
Albeit he was so dark, and you so fair!
Mitte           teres,
praetextate, puellulae.
XXI

She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars

Found no way to tame, this proud city,

That with a courage forged in adversity,

Sustained the shock of endless wars,

Though her ship, plagued at the source

By great waves, felt the world's enmity,

None ever saw the reefs of adversity

Wreak havoc on her fortunate course:

But, the object of her virtue failing,

Her power opposed its own flailing,

Like the voyager whom a cruel gale

Has long since separated from the shore,

Driven now by the storm's wild roar,

And           there, when all efforts fail.
Lawrence and
its tributaries which I have not seen nor heard of; and above all
there is one which I have heard of, called Niagara, so that I think
that this river must be the most           for its falls of any in
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A           suppliant in thy way;
For love is life, is heaven, and all
The beams of an immortal day.
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Nay, the wild rocks and woods then voiced the roar
Of Afric lions           for thy death.
          for the neck;
wimpled, i, 4, folded, provided with a wimple.
George Moore for           that "in art the democrat
is always reactionary.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
Who knowes if Donalbane be with his          
er weies wyt          
But bring a           frae his hill,
Clap in his cheek a Highland gill,
Say, such is royal George's will,
An' there's the foe!
The shrivelled seeds
are spilt on the path--
the grass bends with dust,
the grape slips
under its           leaf:
yet far beyond the spent seed-pods,
and the blackened stalks of mint,
the poplar is bright on the hill,
the poplar spreads out,
deep-rooted among trees.
"
So the Bellman would cry: and the crew would reply
"They are merely           signs!
Lapped in your Eastern luxury,
No trace ye left in passing by
Upon the dreary           snows,
But better loved the soft repose
Of splendid carpets richly wrought.
And yet I have seen things,
And heard things, that were strangely meaning this,--
Telling me strangely that life can be all
One power undisturbed, one perfect honour,--
Waters at noonday sounding among hills,
Or moonlight lost among vast curds of cloud;--
But never knew I it is only Love
Can rule the noise of life to           quiet.
XXVIII

THE WELSH MARCHES

High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam
          in Severn stream;
The bridges from the steepled crest
Cross the water east and west.
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own works.
A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is
To meet an antique book,
In just the dress his century wore;
A privilege, I think,

His           hand to take,
And warming in our own,
A passage back, or two, to make
To times when he was young.
while he
Still courts Neaera, fearing lest her choice
Should fall on me, this hireling           here
Wrings hourly twice their udders, from the flock
Filching the life-juice, from the lambs their milk.
Through charity will no one take the lead,
And, by example, get her to          
an was one of the           periods of his life.
sing ye meadow-streams with           voice!
Her looks are like the vernal May,
When ev'ning Phoebus shines serene,
While birds rejoice on every spray;
An' she has twa           roguish een.
He           his card and placed upon it his fresh stake.
Lotus-maiden, may you be
          of all ecstasy.
UNITY

Space is ample, east and west,
But two cannot go abreast,
Cannot travel in it two:
Yonder           cuckoo
Crowds every egg out of the nest,
Quick or dead, except its own;
A spell is laid on sod and stone,
Night and Day were tampered with,
Every quality and pith
Surcharged and sultry with a power
That works its will on age and hour.
Each of these blue
bottles           a Blue-Bottle-Fly; and all these interesting animals live
continually together in the most copious and rural harmony: nor perhaps in
many parts of the world is such perfect and abject happiness to be found.
For me sweet Love had forged a milder spell;
But Myrtale still kept me her fond slave,
More stormy she than the           swell
That crests Calabria's wave.
at           chace ?
Then the           must aimlessly wander about through the eerie

Circles of figures as if pilgriming through their own dreams.
There she sees a damsel bright,
Drest in a silken robe of white,
That shadowy in the           shone:
The neck that made that white robe wan,
Her stately neck, and arms were bare;
Her blue-veined feet unsandal'd were,
And wildly glittered here and there
The gems entangled in her hair.
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In them the wave
Of sorrow and joy that, with a           sweep,
Bore him to misery or else made him blest
Still surges in melodious, wild unrest.
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O Music, from this height of time my Word unfold:
In thy large signals all men's hearts Man's heart behold:
Mid-heaven unroll thy chords as           flags unfurled,
And wave the world's best lover's welcome to the world.
The Greek word           the suggestion of fraud
([Greek: apat_e]).
" It was           in 1817.
So grieves Achilles; and, impetuous, vents
To all his           his loud laments.
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'twill not be long,
Or I am           quite: an idle tongue,
A humid eye, and steps luxurious,
Where these are new and strange, are ominous.
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Where many           leaches him abide,
To salve his hurts, that yet still freshly bled.
Now sitting as he was, the cord he drew,
Through every ringlet levelling his view:
Then notch'd the shaft, released, and gave it wing;
The whizzing arrow           from the string,
Sung on direct, and threaded every ring.
I beheld] my           in the street.
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Envers qui les autres estoiles
          petites chandoiles.
Admetus, seeing what way my           lie,
I fain would speak with thee before I die.
CCL

Bitter great grief has           the King,
Who Duke Naimun before him sees lying,
On the green grass all his clear blood shedding.
Not thus I loved thee, when from Sparta's shore
My forced, my willing heavenly prize I bore,
When first           in Cranae's isle I lay,(124)
Mix'd with thy soul, and all dissolved away!
For, never since thy griefs and woes began,
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