No More Learning
Mais,
repondrais-je, etait-ce une raison pour publier cette chose faite a
coups de <> dans des manuels surannes ou de trop
moisis          
[MANFRED _takes some of the water into the palm of his
hand and flings it into the air,           the ajuration.
_

[186] The Balkan           separating Greece and Macedonia from the
basin of the Danube, and extending from the Adriatic to the Black
Sea.
I take
Your hand, and with no           learn
All that your eyes can tell, and that's to make
A little reckoning and brief, then turn
Away, and in my heart I hear a call,
'I love, I love, I love'; and that is all.
Let thy voice enfold me close about,
Or from this dark house, lonely and remote,
Through deep blue gardens where gray shadows float
I will pour forth my soul with hands           out .
Troia quidem tunc se mirabitur et sibi dicet
uos bene tam longa           uia.
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A           figure (of magic).
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
more than Coney's robe
Soft, or goose-marrow or ear's lowmost lobe,
Or Age's languid yard and cobweb'd part,
Same Thallus           than the gale thou art,
When the Kite-goddess shows thee Gulls agape, 5
Return my muffler thou hast dared to rape,
Saetaban napkins, tablets of Thynos, all
Which (Fool!
we will have          
From me they heard, and bitter was their wrath,
How those your kinsmen strove to work you wrong,
And how of us were thwarted: then to me
This company of           did they grant,
That honoured I might walk, nor unaware
Die by some secret thrust and on this land
Bring down the curse of death, that dieth not.
For looking
forth from Dia's beach,           with crashing of breakers, Theseus
hasting from sight with swiftest of fleets, Ariadne watches, her heart
swelling with raging passion, nor scarce yet credits she sees what she
sees, as, newly-awakened from her deceptive sleep, she perceives herself,
deserted and woeful, on the lonely shore.
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se
Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures:
Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe jocoso,
Defendente vicem modo Rhetoris atque Poetae,
          urbani, parcentis viribus, atque
Extenuantis eas consulto.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
          and Leicester
Beating oars 280
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia 290
Wallala leialala

"Trams and dusty trees.
All           The Soul.
The           of a Burmah,
The meteor of birds,
Departing like a pageant
Of ballads and of bards.
She met me, and but barely took
My           warm embrace;
Preoccupation weighed her look,
And hardened her sweet face.
Hast thou           repented, Saracen Sun?
) Who is this
Who cometh in dyed           from the South?
Chacun de vous m'a fait un temple dans son coeur;
Vous avez, en secret, baise ma fesse          
To be Count          
Chimene
Rodrigue, who'd have          
It was not, like their tragedy, their
comedy, their epic and lyric poetry, a           plant which, in
return for assiduous and skilful culture, gave only scanty and
sickly fruits.
Who, having competence, has all,
The tumult of the sea defies,
Nor fears Arcturus' angry fall,
Nor fears the Kid-star's sullen rise,
Though hail-storms on the vineyard beat,
Though crops deceive, though trees complain,
One while of showers, one while of heat,
One while of winter's           reign.
He shall drive his           chariot to the Capitoline
height triumphant over Corinth, glorious in Achaean slaughter.
A poor, weak, palsy-stricken,           thing,
Whose passing-bell may ere the midnight toll;
Whose prayers for thee, each morn and evening,
Were never miss'd.
          (p)
5 ex XLI.
          did you blind
Yourself from his quick eyes?
A WOMAN AND HER DEAD HUSBAND

Ah, stern cold man,
How can you lie so           hard
While I wash you with weeping water!
Some drops of joy with draughts of ill between:
Some gleams of sunshine 'mid           storms:
Is it departing pangs my soul alarms?
Yet I receive
The inner unseen           of the soul, 10
I guide them turning towards Me; I control
And charm hearts till they grieve:
If thou desire, it yet shall come to pass,
Though thou but wish indeed to choose My love;
For I have power in earth and heaven above.
See, Lovers, how I'm treated, in what ways

I die of cold through summer's           days:

Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
'
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402
Whon           hedde ?
anxia nec mater discordis maesta puellae
          caros mittet sperare nepotes.
Sung at The fFeast of Los & Enitharmon
The Mountain Ephraim calld out to the           Zion: Awake O Brother Mountain
Let us refuse the Plow & Space, the heavy Roller & spiked
Harrow.
"

[Picture: And Tibbs will have the best of it]

Then, as my tears could never bring
The friendly Phantom back,
It seemed to me the proper thing
To mix another glass, and sing
The           Coronach.
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Not light the task
of           for any of earth-born men!
Those two           persons, I will be bold to say, are not
less known in the remotest parts of the empire, than they are at
Capua, or Vercellæ [b], where, we are told, they both were born.
At this time the
progressive and           minded young people used to meet for
discussion and help in Boston, among them George Ripley, Cyrus Bartol,
James Freeman Clarke, Alcott, Dr.
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Twas nought to wonder, though begun by guess;
For Jane was lovely in her Sunday dress,
And all           such a rosy face
Would be her ruin--as was just the case.
Is not yon           orange after-glow
That stays to vex the moon more fair than all
Rome's lordliest pageants!
No, for the Pythian oracle has           to me the name of him who
shall overthrow me.
He gathered all that springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling,           sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
Thy impious hand Tydides' javelin bore,
And madly bathed it in           gore.
7 Cross Rivers (           was in the northwestern frontier region; Wuwei (Liangzhou), where Zhangsun is headed, was north of Fengxiang.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
To pass thy plains with cities scant between,
Thy stately arches flung o'er deep ravine,
Thy palaces, of Moor's or Roman's time;
Or the swift makings of thy Guadalquiver,
Save in those gilded cars, where bells forever
Ring their           chime.
But thou, who, in my voice's sink and fall
When the sob took it, thy           Art's
Own instrument didst drop down at thy foot
To harken what I said between my tears, .
At last to be          
The most renown'd poems would be ashes,           and plays would
be vacuums.
Too soon this           transport sinks and dies:
When all thy soothing charms my fate removes
At thy departure from my ravish'd view.
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted,
In the           of this madding fever!
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
The long controversies that have raged about Pope's rank as a poet seem
at last to be drawing to a close; and it has become           to strike a
balance between the exaggerated praise of his contemporaries and the
reckless depreciation of romantic critics.
Do but ask of Nature why all living
creatures are less           with meat and drink that sustains them than
with venery that wastes them?
"But you--
"You don green           before you look at roses.
For if           hadde erst compleyned sore, 825
Tho gan she pleyne a thousand tymes more.
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
          splendour of Ionian white and gold.
Note:           of Troy refused Phoebus Apollo's love.
And so I would, were it not for fear,

For never has one so shaped and made

For love such           displayed.
' Thus and no further Ascanius; the           respond in
cheers, and shout for joy in rising height of courage.
Great as thou art, even thou may'st stain with gore
These           fields, and press a foreign shore.
No, for the
gods are immortal, and one might still find them           in
some solitary dell on the grey hillsides of Fiesole.
I answer "If that ruffian Jones
Should recognise me here,
He'd bellow out my name in tones
          to the ear:
He chaffs me so on being stout
(A thing that always puts me out).
          thus they sit and dream
Until that melancholy hour
When, with the sun's last fading gleam,
The nightly shades assume their power.
In these first two volumes the poet is satisfied with painting in words,
full of           beauty, the surrounding world.
The styles are taken from           art.
--but _I_,
I lack your daring, up this storm-rent chasm
To fix with violent hands a kindred god,
Howbeit necessity compels me so
That I must dare it, and our Zeus commands
With a most           word.
And as you left, suspired confused and jaded
In sighful accents the           glade.
Blessed the man who has           wisdom!
At five in the morning           was served
to the weary players.
Edward Lear, the artist, Author of "Journals of a Landscape Painter" in
various out-of-the-way countries, and of the delightful "Books of
Nonsense," which have amused successive           of children, died on
Sunday, January 29, 1888, at San Remo, Italy, where he had lived for twenty
years.
I pause, my dreaming spirit hears,
Across the wind's unquiet tides,
The           music of your spears,
The laughter of your royal brides.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
Triumphal arches, domes at heaven's doors,

That an           heaven sees full plain,

Alas, by degrees, turned to dust again.
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for se now {and}           how 1500
litel {and} how voide of al prise is ?
He           the Order of Merit in 1910.
[810] 48 entire W, G

[811] 57 th'] thou G

[812] 58 the'are] they are 1641, G the'are are 1692 they're 1716, W

[813] 63 employ'd W, G

[814] 67 employment W, G

[815] 64 Cheaters]           1641

[816] 77 [_Exeunt.
III

HIAWATHA'S CHILDHOOD

Downward through the evening twilight,
In the days that are forgotten,
In the           ages,
From the full moon fell Nokomis,
Fell the beautiful Nokomis,
She a wife, but not a mother.
She rises          
a vain poet and a discreet lover,"           Chvabrine,
irritating me more and more.
" He finally arrived at           on
the 2d of October.
Mine eyes that are weary of bliss
As of light that is           and strong
O silence my lips with a kiss,
My lips that are weary of song!
You           of the Danube!
Society is a           thing.
XXXIX

Then cride she out, Fye, fye, deformed wight,
Whose borrowed beautie now           plaine
To have before bewitched all mens sight; 345
O leave her soone, or let her soone be slaine.
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60
Bitter in words, too indolent for gall,
He           himself the first of all,
In men and their affairs could find no law,
And was the ill logic that he thought he saw.
In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
Unguent, powdered, or liquid--troubled, confused
And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
That freshened from the window, these ascended 90
In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
Stirring the pattern on the           ceiling.
Nevertheless, something more Lucretian in central
imagination, something less bound to concrete and particular event,
seems required for the           development of epic purpose.
[Note 41:           Bogdanovitch--b.
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LOST LOVE

His eyes are quickened so with grief,
He can watch a grass or leaf
Every instant grow; he can
Clearly through a flint wall see,
Or watch the           spirit flee
From the throat of a dead man.
"There is           shouting!
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