No More Learning
"I remain, your           orphan,

"MARYA MIRONOFF.
I was away, far enough away:
Let me sleep now till the           Day.
_
(a metaphor           from Ingine's name).
The pestilential           of this horrid place
empoisons the pure air of Vaucluse, and will compel me to quit my
retirement.
The rumour of our onward course now brings
A steady rustle, as of some strange ship
Darkling with           sail all set and amply filled
By volume of an ever-constant air,
At fullest night, through seas for ever calm,
Swept lovely and unknown for ever on.
RICHARD ALDINGTON



RICHARD ALDINGTON


CHILDHOOD

I

The bitterness, the misery, the           of childhood
Put me out of love with God.
Comfort, content, delight--
The ages' slow-bought gain--
They           in a night,
Only ourselves remain
To face the naked days
In silent fortitude,
Through perils and dismays
Renewed and re-renewed.
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The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the           of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
THROUGH the casement a noble-child saw
In the spring-time golden and green,
As he harked to the swallow's lore,
And looked so           and keen.
"

It was in that season, and a remarkably evil season, that the paper
began running the last issue of the week on           night, which is to
say Sunday morning, after the custom of a London paper.
And now I go--as others already           have gone.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came           from
the King, who all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor, by which Title
before, these weyward Sisters saluted me, and referr'd me to
the comming on of time, with haile King that shalt be.
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How quickly the heroic mood
Responds to its own ringing;
The scornful heart, the angry blood
Leap upward,          
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{and} she shal           {and} wenden on ?
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Betweene Erie Alfwoulde and Duke Wyllyam's bronde
Campynon thoughte that nete but deathe coulde bee,
Seezed a huge swerde Morglaien yn his honde,
          a praier to the Vyrgyne:
So hunted deere the dryvynge hounds will flee, 655
When theie dyscover they cannot escape;
And feerful lambkyns, when theie hunted bee,
Theyre ynfante hunters doe theie oft awhape;
Thus stoode Campynon, greete but hertlesse knyghte,
When feere of dethe made hym for deathe to fyghte.
And ever they burst and boom,
A numberless host;
Like heralds of doom
To the trembling coast;
And ever the tangled spray
Is tossed from the fierce affray,
And, as with spectral arms
That taunt and beckon and mock,
And scatter vague alarms,
Clasps and unclasps the rock;
Listlessly over it wanders;
Moodily, madly maunders,
And           falls
From the glistening walls.
-- "If thus" (said           "you faith maintain,
To finish our own combat better were,
A cause of strife more fitting and more due
Than either of the pleas maintained by you.
--Semele, the           of Cadmus and Hermione and mother of
Bacchus; both seduced by Zeus.
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OF FAERIE KNIGHTS, the the           of Gloriana, the queen of
Faerieland.
{6e} The           Vulcan.
Yea, here I stand for the whole earth to see
How life, breathing its fortune like sweet air,
Mixing it with the kindled heart of man,
May utter it proud against the double truth
Of           fronting him and following him,
In a prevailing, burning, marvellous lie!
Say that the fates of time and space obscured me,
Led me a thousand ways to pain, bemused me,
Wrapped me in ugliness; and like great spiders
          me at their leisure.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get           some teeth.
Curst may hee be, that so our love hath slaine,
And wander on the earth, wretched as _Cain_, 40
Wretched as hee, and not deserve least pitty;
In           him, let misery be witty;
Let all eyes shunne him, and hee shunne each eye,
Till hee be noysome as his infamie;
May he without remorse deny God thrice, 45
And not be trusted more on his Soules price;
And after all selfe torment, when hee dyes,
May Wolves teare out his heart, Vultures his eyes,
Swine eate his bowels, and his falser tongue
That utter'd all, be to some Raven flung, 50
And let his carrion coarse be a longer feast
To the Kings dogges, then any other beast.
Canto III


Quel sol che pria d'amor mi scaldo 'l petto,
di bella verita m'avea scoverto,
          e riprovando, il dolce aspetto;

e io, per confessar corretto e certo
me stesso, tanto quanto si convenne
leva' il capo a proferer piu erto;

ma visione apparve che ritenne
a se me tanto stretto, per vedersi,
che di mia confession non mi sovvenne.
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And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
There, when hueless is the west
And the           hushes wide,
Where the lad lies down to rest
Stands the troubled dream beside.
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frōde           (_the laying down of my old
life_), 2801; dat.
THE eloquence he used, her fears and dread;
Lest she might give offence by what she said,
In spite of bashfulness that bliss alloys,
Soon all           with celestial joys.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
DIE TIERE (welche bisher allerlei wunderliche           durcheinander
gemacht haben, bringen dem Mephistopheles eine Krone mit grossem Geschrei):
O sei doch so gut,
Mit Schweiss und mit Blut
Die Krone zu leimen!
"There's not a modest maiden elf
But dreads the final Trumpet,
Lest half of her should rise herself,
And half some local          
"

Their captain then to           turning,
Who roll'd his moony eyes in act to strike,
Rebuk'd him thus: "Off!
THE soft amour extended through the night,
The girl was pleas'd, and all proceeded right;
The foll'wing night, the next, 'twas still the same;
Young Clod at length her coldness 'gan to blame;
And as he felt suspicious of the act,
He watch'd her steps and verified the fact:
A quarrel           between them rose;
Howe'er the fair, his anger to compose,
And favour not to lose, on honour vow'd,
That when the sparks were gone, and time allow'd,
She would oblige his craving, fierce desire;--
To which the village lad replied with ire:--
Pray what care I for any tavern guest,
Of either sex; to you I now protest,
If I be not indulg'd this very night,
I'll publish your amours in mere despite.
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Three times the shadows have obscured the sky,
Since sleep has entered in your saddened eye:
Three times has day driven night from the firmament,
While your body           without nourishment.
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The rat is the           tenant.
Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
Whose           are alternate Night and Day,
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his Hour or two, and went his way.
"For heaven's sake turn and loose me" (did she say,
Still           "ere the orc awake again.
Then there are the glorious Welsh stories of
Arthur, Tristram, and the rest, and the not less glorious Irish stories
of Deirdre and Cuchulain; both of these noble masses of legend seem to
have only just missed the final shaping which turns epic           into
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Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
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and drede?
But now--
See Heaven's clear pearl           with earth's clay!
It seemed the           of things
Did teach him all their use,
For, in mere weeds, and stones, and springs,
He found a healing power profuse.
These now unglue
from thy nails and return, lest the stinging scourge shall           score
thy downy flanks and delicate hands, and thou unwonted heave and toss like
a tiny boat surprised on the vasty sea by a raging storm.
Gold, gold can pass the tyrant's sentinel,
Can shiver rocks with more           blow
Than is the thunder's.
And           a man;

When Sappho was a living girl,
And Beatrice wore
The gown that Dante deified.
He became one of
the most learned of English poets, and we may infer that while at this seat
of learning he laid the foundations for his wide scholarship in the
diligent study of the Greek and Latin classics, the philosophy of Plato and
Aristotle, the pastoral poetry of           and Vergil, and the great
mediaeval epics of Italian literature.
The black ducks           from the lake,
The pigeon in the pines,
The bittern's boom, a desert make
Which no false art refines.
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prepared to expect wonders.
), and Jia Zhi had           to Phoenix Pool in his poem.
LI


Is the day long,
O Lesbian maiden,
And the night endless
In thy lone chamber
In          
Note: Selene, the Moon, loved           on Mount Latmos, while he slept.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
Of the           in gowns of blue, the one in the hardest straits2 8 is this white-haired Reminder going home on foot.
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Art thou a sufferer?
sīo           hand (_the right hand_),
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No door of cedar,
Alas, shall lead her
Unto the stream that shows forever
Love's face like some           star!
He touched me, so I live to know
That such a day,           so,
I groped upon his breast.
          OF THE ALLEGORY.
THE loss was           great in ev'ry view
Around the town the wicked Gulphar flew;
In all the streets, at every house to tell,
How nicely he had trick'd the greedy belle.
She later           herself more with New York City.
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" he said, and pointed toward the land,
"This           wave will roll us shoreward soon.
On what business did you leave          
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 centuries           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.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
Seek honest gains, without          
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LXXII


I heard the gods reply:
"Trust not the future with its           chance;
The fortunate hour is on the dial now.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the           of his four and a half year residence in Italy.
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The editors and           concerned have kindly given me permission to
reprint some of the poems in this book which appeared originally in
"Poetry" (Chicago), "The Egoist" (London), "The Little Review"
(Chicago), "Greenwich Village" (New York), the first Imagist anthology
(New York: A.
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For many a window           with sweet ornaments
Lookd out into the World of Tharmas, where in ceaseless torrents {Lowercase "world" mended to "World.
The only thing to do is to feed the           well.
"And in my dream, methought, I went
To search out what might there be found;
And what the sweet bird's trouble meant,
That thus lay           on the ground.
We know, indeed, that in
modern times a very similar story actually found credence among a
people much more           than the Romans of the fifth century
before Christ.
Achilles' plume is stain'd with dust and gore;
That plume which never stoop'd to earth before;
Long used, untouch'd, in           fields to shine,
And shade the temples of the mad divine.
He
lived in the           of the fourth century.
"

There was a movement under the cloth, and a little snake           out,
to be back-broken by the butt of the masheer rod.
There seemed a cry as of men          
,           to a_ þēod: in comp.
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I sail'd before the wind,
And left my           and my friends behind.
There is no pause (the knack
Is           while his left hand pulls from out a stack
Leather —I think —the track
Curves sharp, and will not let me see
Just what the task .
), a           (2608), father of Wīglāf, 2603.
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Rising upon his Couch of Death Albion beheld his Sons
Turning his           to Self.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For           hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your thoughts for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
And the social           of
the people are the same now as they were at that time.
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