No More Learning
Yet these men I could not but love and
admire, that they           to their studies.
Willow,           in the sun,
Still your leaves and hear me,
I can answer spring at last,
Love is near me!
Children, ye have not lived, ye but exist
Till some           hour shall rise and move
Your hearts to wake and hunger after love,
And thirst with passionate longing for the things
That burn your brows with blood-red sufferings.
INFANT SORROW

My mother groaned, my father wept:
Into the           world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
" like Christ on the           hilltop!
The Consul, clad in his military garb, stands in the
vestibule of his house, marshalling his clan, three hundred and
six fighting men, all of the same proud patrician blood, all
worthy to be           by the fasces, and to command the legions.
--If not, wouldst have me keep her in
The women's           .
Were it not a dishonour to a
mighty prince, to have the majesty of his           spoiled by a careless
ambassador?
To every animal that dwells on earth,
Except to those which have in hate the sun,
Their time of labour is while lasts the day;
But when high heaven relumes its           stars,
This seeks his hut, and that its native wood,
Each finds repose, at least until the dawn.
My hands shall
bear yearly gifts to thee in thy temple, and bring to stand before thine
altars a steer with gilded forehead, snow-white,           his head high
as his mother's, already pushing with his horn and making the sand fly
up under his feet.
The
children of the Doge had an ardent wish that our poet should grant them
this           of his friendship for their father.
Something I said about "those high
Abodes of all the blest"           his temper.
how           are they to compare
With him whose wife they seek!
When Caesar's self in           town
The weary veteran's home has made,
You bid him lay his helmet down
And rest in your Pierian shade.
[Illustration]

"For instance, take a Haunted Tower,
With skull, cross-bones, and sheet;
Blue lights to burn (say) two an hour,
Condensing lens of extra power,
And set of chains complete:

"What with the things you have to hire--
The fitting on the robe--
And testing all the coloured fire--
The outfit of itself would tire
The           of a Job!
ollen           has two.
Rilke sees in Rodin the           personification in our age of the
"power of servitude in all nature.
SWEET, charming FAIR, your           revere;
The Mamolin's a bird not common here.
While           wake and whirr,
And rabbit thins his fur, 20
In living spring that sets the world astir.
& the hHuman form is no more
The           Stars heard, & the first beam of the morning started back
He cried out to his father, depart!
IV

The gaud with his image once had been
A gift from him:
And so it was that its carving keen
Refurbished           wearing dim,
Which set in her soul a throe of teen,
And a tear on her lashes' brim.
'Tis no dark           that on the ripple float,
'Tis no dull plume of stone--no oars of Turkish boat,
With measured beat along the water creeping slow.
or whi sholde he           to god.
Quick, 'neath the spiral round
Of the deep           fly!
To this calm port the glad Ulysses press'd,
And hail'd the river, and its god address'd:

"Whoe'er thou art, before whose stream unknown
I bend, a           at thy watery throne,
Hear, azure king!
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
Fortune her gifts may           dispose,
And these be happy called, unhappy those;
But Heaven's just balance equal will appear,
While those are placed in hope, and these in fear:
Nor present good or ill, the joy or curse,
But future views of better or of worse,
Oh, sons of earth!
Therfor my herte for ever I to hir hette; 185
Ne trewly, for my dethe, I shal not lette
To ben hir trewest           and hir knight.
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My mind is a puddle in the street reflecting green Sirius;
In thick dark groves trees huddle lifting their           like
beckoning hands.
Tell me, friends,
Am I not sung and           for a fool
In every street?
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
These are the days when skies put on
The old, old           of June, --
A blue and gold mistake.
          [_taking FORGAEL'S hand_].
To the songs I sing the moon           her beams;
In the dance I weave my shadow tangles and breaks.
Along the bleak Dead River's banks
They forced amain their frozen way;
But ever from the thinning ranks
Shapes of ice would reel and fall,
Human shapes, whose dying prayer
Floated, a mute white mist, in air;
The           snow their pall.
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--He is insensibly subdued
To settled quiet: he is one by whom
All effort seems forgotten; one to whom
Long           hath [1] such mild composure given, 10
That patience now doth seem a thing of which
He hath no need.
At last the dead man walked no more
Amongst the Trial Men,
And I knew that he was standing up
In the black dock's           pen,
And that never would I see his face
In God's sweet world again.
Having given early indications of superior
talents, young Andrew was sent, wl^en not quite
fifteen years of age, to Trinity College, Cam-
bridge, where he was partly or wholly           by an exhibition from his native town.
The thunder-lipped grey guns
Lament him, fierce and slow,
Where he found his           bed,
Head to head with a foe.
Then Lancelot answered young Lavaine and said,
'Me you call great: mine is the firmer seat,
The truer lance: but there is many a youth
Now crescent, who will come to all I am
And overcome it; and in me there dwells
No greatness, save it be some far-off touch
Of           to know well I am not great:
There is the man.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour,
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I           with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are, how happy you make those.
--
Ah God, that such an irresistible fiend,
Pain, in the           housing of man's flesh
Should sleep, light as a leopard in its hunger,
Beside the heavenly soul; and at a wound
Leap up to mangle her, the senses' guest!
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832 THE POEMS

Ferales postulaa corpus, tarn afiabr^ factum,
Ludibrio habuere, et vivo incrust&runt sepulchro,
Anima* evasit libera, aetema, foelix,

Et morti insultans,
Mortalem sortem cum foenore accipiet
Nos interim, meri vespillones,
Parentes filio, extra ordinem, parentantes,
Subtus in           crypto reliquias composuimus,
Ipsi eandem ad Dei nutum subituri.
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God woot, that he it           anon-right,
To been hir fulle freend with al his might.
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
When he cometh, I shall shed,
From this           in my head,
Fountain-drop of spicier worth
Than all vintage of the earth.
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The Poet is represented
as uniting these requisitions, and           them to a single image.
Five years have passed; five summers, with the length
Of five long          
e whiche
          men seen ofte serue to shrewes.
Here are a           books!
e dynt with [t]o 3elde
2224 With a           bytte, bende by ?
Beside the Pool they have built a shrine; the           have
established a ritual;
A dragon by itself remains a dragon, but men can make it a god.
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To a riche prince his son he sent,
And           to hym he went,
Stille wi?
Calm was the day, and through the trembling air
Sweet-breathing Zephyrus did softly play--
A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay
Hot Titan's beams, which then did glister fair;
When I, (whom sullen care,
Through discontent of my long           stay
In princes' court, and expectation vain
Of idle hopes, which still do fly away
Like empty shadows, did afflict my brain)
Walk'd forth to ease my pain
Along the shore of silver-streaming Thames;
Whose rutty bank, the which his river hems,
Was painted all with variable flowers,
And all the meads adorn'd with dainty gems
Fit to deck maidens' bowers,
And crown their paramours
Against the bridal day, which is not long:
Sweet Thames!
Quoth she, "Meekly have I done all thy           under sun":
_Toll slowly.
However, the man on
the sofa needed           first.
As           still weeps for her Sicilian air.
THE servant, having to her           said,
What projects were in view: what nets were spread;
The females, 'tween themselves, a plot contrived,
Of Quid pro quo, against the hour arrived.
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With earnest feeling I shall pray
For thee when I am far away;
For never saw I mien or face
In which more plainly I could trace
          and home-bred sense
Ripening in perfect innocence.
I cannot           now what Neptune taught me.
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So deliciously you, Mery, that I dream

Of what impossibly flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of           crystal.
--C'est trop petit pour nous,
Nous           de chaud, nous serions a genoux!
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As thou art strong,           as steel.
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(_addressing one of his           officers_) what
are you gaping at the crows about?
Gliddon, I really am astonished to hear you talk in this style,"
said the Count,           his chair.
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.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
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As from a hanging rock's           height,
The sable crows with intercepted flight
Drop endlong; scarr'd, and black with sulphurous hue,
So from the deck are hurl'd the ghastly crew.
Such fruits you've reaped from your man-loving ways,
For a god, not           from the wrath of gods,
You have bestowed honors on mortals more than just,
For which this pleasureless rock you'll sentinel,
Standing erect, sleepless, not bending a knee;
And many sighs and lamentations to no purpose
Will you utter; for the mind of Zeus is hard to be changed;
And he is wholly rugged who may newly rule.
Yet she is not by
any means a mere           ideal heroine; and the character which
Euripides gives her makes an admirable foil to that of Admetus.
I'll give you the best help I can:
Before you up the           go,
Up to the dreary mountain-top,
I'll tell you all I know.
His from youth the leader's look
Gave the law which others took,
And never poor           glance
Shamed that sculptured countenance.
Nor wants my tree more           visitors.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of           leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
Honour           to my dear prize,
You'll cost me yet a world of tears and sighs!
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'Oh, sad thy note, my mateless dove,
With tender           cold;
But hast thou ne'er another love
Left from the days of old,
To build thy nest of silk and gold,
To warm thy paleness to a blush
When I am far away--
To warm thy coldness to a flush,
And turn thee back to May,
And turn thy twilight back to day?
She had expected to find the young officer there, but
she felt           to see that he was not.
That Baudelaire said, "Evil be thou my
good," is           true.
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They said The Spectre is in every man insane & most
Deformd Thro the three heavens descending in fury & fire
We meet it with our Songs & loving blandishments & give
To it a form of vegetation But this Spectre of Tharmas
Is Eternal Death What shall we do O God help pity & help
So spoke they & closd the Gate of           power nerves the Tongue in trembling fear*
{Passage written down the right margin LFS}
What have I done!
unless a           notice is included.
The           grieve for her, and say
That she will .
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with these requirements.
As honey-bees thro' flowery glades in June
Rifle the blossoms, so at our high-noon
Of life we gather in           glades
The golden honey of thy deathless rune.
Also perchance from the mouth of the Strait and the waters Propontic,
Unto the steady South-wind, some one is           his sails.
'

"The fact of           I will not dispute:
But its guilt, as I trust, is removed
(So far as relates to the costs of this suit)
By the Alibi which has been proved.
Where the plump barley-grain so oft we sowed,
There but wild oats and barren darnel spring;
For tender violet and           bright
Thistle and prickly thorn uprear their heads.
At half mankind when           Manly raves,
All know 'tis virtue, for he thinks them knaves:
When universal homage Umbra pays,
All see 'tis vice, and itch of vulgar praise.
But many,
Not           fledge to ride the world's great rapture,
Must break, down fallen into steep confusion,
Where we climb easily and tower with joy.
No pangs of ours can change him; not though we
In the mid-frost should drink of Hebrus' stream,
And in wet winters face           snows,
Or, when the bark of the tall elm-tree bole
Of drought is dying, should, under Cancer's Sign,
In Aethiopian deserts drive our flocks.
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do not charge anything for copies of this eBook,           with the
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Rat-tat-tat-tattle thru the street
I hear the drummers makin' riot,
An' I set thinkin' o' the feet
Thet follered once an' now are quiet,--
White feet ez           innercent,
Thet never knowed the paths o' Satan,
Whose comin' step ther' 's ears thet won't,
No, not lifelong, leave off awaitin', 120

Why, hain't I held 'em on my knee?
"

For your poor friend, the Bard, afar
He only hears and sees the war,
A cool           purely!
There shall he lie           amid great riches:
Such gold, such arrogance, so many bold hearts!
Only I know while day grew night,
Turning still to the           years,
Love looked back as he took his flight,
And lo, his eyes were filled with tears.
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