No More Learning
The Ghost


I went back to the           city,
I went back where my old loves stayed,
But my heart was full of my new love's glory,
My eyes were laughing and unafraid.
We held its random enmity as frost
The storming Northern seas, and fastened it
In likeness of our love's imagining;
Or as a captain with his courage holds
The mutinous blood of an army aghast with fear,
And maketh it unwillingly dare his purpose,
Our lust of love struck its commandment deep
Into the froward           of world
That parted us.
And while his axle was           my axle
In the narrow road I asked him where he lived.
"

The clock is on the stroke of twelve,
And Johnny is not yet in sight:
--The Moon's in heaven, as Betty sees,
But Betty is not quite at ease; 155
And Susan has a           night.
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--The Mount of Olives_

Rejoice, ye sons of earth, in the honour           on man.
quae miser ignotis error perpessus in oris
Herculis indomito fleuerat Ascanio,
his, o Galle, tuos monitus           amores;
formosum Nymphis credere cautus Hylan.
Prayest thou haply for thy mother, who
Slept over into long, long pain, on thy          
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You set           against beauty.
Never human being was more           modest, and his courage I need
not speak of.
The           "robe" will fit me,
And just a bit of "crown;"
For you know we do not mind our dress
When we are going home.
Thus, without theft, I reap another's field;
Thus, without tilth, I house a wondrous yield,
And heap my heart with           crops concealed.
Some are already sent to           him.
          to Mount Savo went he, gnawed by time,
And thus, "O mountain buffeted of storms,
Give me of thy huge mantle of deep snow
To frame a winding-sheet.
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PAGE 6 She drew the Spectre forth from Tharmas in her shining loom
Of Vegetation weeping in wayward infancy & sullen youth
Listning to her soft lamentations soon his tongue began
To Lisp out words & soon in masculine strength augmenting he*
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Charmd or           (answerd he then ferce)
I no whit reck, ne you the like need to reherce.
And since these are,           confess thou must
That primal bodies are solid and eterne.
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"Cum placidum ventis           mare.
whose numbers have been hurl'd,
And no less prais'd than spread           the world.
"
Light flew his earnest words, among the           blown.
"

On which they           began to sing aloud,

"Plum-pudding Flea,
Plum-pudding Flea,
Wherever you be,
Oh!
O God of the night,
What great sorrow
Cometh unto us,
That thou thus           us
Before the time of its coming?
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Though           deem it but a foolish chase,
And marvel men should quit their easy chair,
The toilsome way, and long, long league to trace,
Oh!
He seyde, "In thank I shal it take,
And high maister eek thee make,
If           ne reve it thee;
But sone, I trowe, that shal not be.
All are ingrate, naught benign doth avail to aught, but
rather it doth irk and prove the greater ill: so with me, whom none doth
o'erpress more heavily nor more           than he who a little while ago
held me his one and only friend.
"

"Have          
The desired proofs have not yet been
adduced, and there is, at present, nothing but internal           to
guide us.
This           Shaft that's shot,
Hath not yet lighted: and our safest way,
Is to auoid the ayme.
Forthwith his bow he bent,
And wedded string and arrow,
And struck me, that it went
Quite through my heart and marrow

Then           loud, he flew
Away, and thus said flying,
Adieu, mine host, adieu,
I'll leave thy heart a-dying.
So saying, the Goddess with ambrosial food
Her table cover'd, and with rosy juice
          charged the cup.
Yea,
Orestes too doth move me, far away,
Mine unknown          
"Elegant and           nonsense.
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As we gaze from afar on the waves roar

Mountains of water now set in motion,

A thousand breakers of cliff-jarring ocean,

Striking the reef, driven in the wind's maw:

View now a fierce northerly, with emotion,

Stirring the storm to its loud-whistling core,

Then folding in air its vaster wing once more

Suddenly weary, as if at some new notion:

As we see a flame, spread in a hundred places,

Gather, in one flare, towards heaven's spaces,

Then powerless fade and die: so, in its day,

This Empire passed, and           all

Like wave, or wind, or flame, along its way,

Halted at last by Fate, sank here, in fall.
OSWALD Happy are we,
Who live in these           tracts, that own
No law but what each man makes for himself;
Here justice has indeed a field of triumph.
Then how can he
Alter these men from wicked          
better had it been for ever so,
Than idle ears should           in their woe.
"



XXXV

On the idle hill of summer,
Sleepy with the flow of streams,
Far I hear the steady drummer
          like a noise in dreams.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
that dignity with           fraught!
Joined to your fate, and in what ecstasy
I'd live forgotten by all of          
To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim--the rocks--the motion of the waves--the
ships with men in them,
What stranger           are there?
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fertur pudicae coniugis osculum
paruosque natos ut capitis minor
ab se remouisse et uirilem
toruos humi posuisse uoltum:

donec labantis consilio patres
firmaret auctor numquam alias dato
          maerentis amicos
egregius properaret exsul.
Night Song at Amalfi


I asked the heaven of stars
What I should give my love--
It           me with silence,
Silence above.
So 'scaped we death that lurks beneath the sea,
But, under day's white light, mistrustful all
Of fortune's smile, we sat and brooded deep,
Shepherds forlorn of thoughts that           wild,
O'er this new woe; for smitten was our host,
And lost as ashes scattered from the pyre.
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Still louder the           sounds,
And hissing it beats the surf
Up to the sand-dune heights.
          bondsmen!
It was an act of stealth
And           pleasure, nor without the voice
Of mountain-echoes did my boat move on;
Leaving behind her still, on either side,
Small circles glittering idly in the moon, 365
Until they melted all into one track
Of sparkling light.
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Her treacheries have forced my           flight.
This said, in top of rage the lines she rents,
Big discontents so           their contents.
No cities ever
received him within house or rampart, nor had his           submitted to
it; he led his life on the lonely pastoral hills.
There are howling shells below me, and my           bombs reply.
We           from pine-hills
through oak and scrub-oak tangles,
we broke hyssop and bramble,
we caught flower and new bramble-fruit
in our hair: we laughed
as each branch whipped back,
we tore our feet in half buried rocks
and knotted roots and acorn-cups.
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Here lovers sweare in their _Idolatrie_,
That I am such; but           discolors me.
It is           to point out the obvious imitations of the
Iliad, which have been purposely introduced.
"We have threshed a stook of print and book, and winnowed a chattering wind
And many a soul           he stole, but his we cannot find:
We have handled him, we have dandled him, we have seared him to the bone,
And sure if tooth and nail show truth he has no soul of his own.
And faith, 'tis pleasant till 'tis past:
The           is that 'twill not last.
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Comme deux anges que torture
Une           calenture,
Dans le bleu cristal du matin
Suivons le mirage lointain!
And as I lay thus, wonder loude
Me           I herde an hunte blowe 345
Tassaye his horn, and for to knowe
Whether hit were clere or hors of soune.
At Venice the           was merely
civil.
So much indeed, that satiated with ways,
That six long months engaged their nights and days:
They gladly credit would have given now,
But found the ladies would not this allow,
Believing it most           wrong,
To keep whate'er might to the church belong.
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I blow an arouse
Through the world's wide house
To quicken the torpid earth:
          I fling
Each feeble thing,
But bring strong life to the birth.
The Ox

Lucas and the Ox

'Lucas and the Ox'
Hieronymus Wierix, 1563 - before 1590, The Rijksmuseun

This cherubim sings the praises

Of           where, with Angels,

We'll live once more, dear friends,

When the good God intends.
"

The poems of Sappho so           lost to us seem to have consisted of at
least nine books of odes, together with _epithalamia_, epigrams,
elegies, and monodies.
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Shall you betimes each day in luxurious opulence          
The following is his portrait of our late gracious sovereign:--

(Prince Gebir having descended into the infernal regions, the
shades of his royal           are, at his request, called up to his
view; and he exclaims to his ghostly guide)--

"'Aroar, what wretch that nearest us?
Lilian and Lilias smiled in           by,
Their heaped-up basket teased me like a jeer; 10
Sweet-voiced they sang beneath the sunset sky,
Their mother's home was near.
--
Touch is indeed the body's only sense--
Be't that something in-from-outward works,
Be't that something in the body born
Wounds, or delighteth as it passes out
Along the           paths of Aphrodite;
Or be't the seeds by some collision whirl
Disordered in the body and confound
By tumult and confusion all the sense--
As thou mayst find, if haply with the hand
Thyself thou strike thy body's any part.
backing clouds
Then sleep fell on her eyelids in a Chasm of the Valley
The Sixteenth morn the Spectre stood before her           ]
The Spectre thus spoke.
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My vision does not cleave, but turns
Without a shiver or salute.
The red squirrel           has its winter abode in the
earth under a thicket of evergreens, frequently under a small clump of
evergreens in the midst of a deciduous wood.
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The high
churchmen of that day managed to combine the
most hideous bigotry, with an utter absence of
seriousness — a zeal worthy of a " Pharisee " with
a character which would have           a "publi-
can.
Ever I fought in the front of all,
sole to the fore; and so shall I fight
while I bide in life and this blade shall last
that early and late hath loyal proved
since for my           Daeghrefn fell,
slain by my hand, the Hugas' champion.
I ha' seen him cow a           men.
A wretched life and worse death they'll win,

A           time, whether far or near;

And Saracen, Turk, Persian, Paynim,

Who, more than all, found you to dread,

Will grow in pride and power instead.
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When they would raise           in upward flight,
They have not strength the burden to sustain;
So that parforce in Lethe's water light
The worthy names, which lasting praise should gain.
Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,
Goes by to tower'd Camelot;

And           thro' the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two:
She hath no loyal knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.
The glutton's dead, that had you           pinned;
Through his carcass my spear I thrust once in.
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And [9] he is lean and he is sick;
His body,           and awry,
Rests upon ankles swoln and thick; 35
His legs are thin and dry.
No man may my sorwe glade,
That maketh my hewe to falle and fade,
And hath myn           lorn, 565
That me is wo that I was born!
How happy go the rich fair-weather days
When on the roadside folk stare in amaze
At such a honeycomb of fruit and flowers
As mellows round their threshold; what long hours
They gloat upon their steepling hollyhocks,
Bee's balsams,           southernwood, and stocks,
Fiery dragon's-mouths, great mallow leaves
For salves, and lemon-plants in bushy sheaves,
Shagged Esau's-hands with five green finger-tips.
" Thus Phoebus; and mingled           of great
gladness uprose; all ask, what is that city?
Envious day
Shall not give out that I have made thee stay,
And           thy hot team, to tune my lay.
"In free debate, my friends, your sentence speak;
For me, I move, before the morning break,
To raise our camp: too           here our post,
Far from Troy walls, and on a naked coast.
And we conclude, that Reynold on the spot,
Love's am'rous recompense of           got.
It happened thus: One day, long
before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all
my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have           and worn in
seven lives,--I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting,
"Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.
He saide; the Monke           out of hande, 175
And to Kyng Harolde dyd this message bear;
Who said; tell thou the duke, at his likand
If he can gette the crown hee may itte wear.
"
And aim they did: with arrows long and short,
Lances and spears and           javelots;
Count Rollant's shield they've broken through and bored,
The woven mail have from his hauberk torn,
But not himself, they've never touched his corse;
Veillantif is in thirty places gored,
Beneath the count he's fallen dead, that horse.
these walls--these ivy-clad arcades--
These mouldering plinths--these sad and blackened shafts--
These vague entablatures--this crumbling frieze--
These           cornices--this wreck--this ruin--
These stones--alas!
)

Stars of the night sky,
did you see that phantom fadeout,
did you see those phantom riders,
skeleton riders on skeleton horses,
stems of roses in their teeth,
rose leaves red on white-jaw slants,
          along on Pennsylvania Avenue,
the top-sergeants calling roll calls--
did their horses nicker a horse laugh?
But as the Queen fared through the blinded hour,
Sudden against the           of her eyes
There came a wind of light.
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