No More Learning
Central Park at Dusk


Buildings above the leafless trees
Loom high as castles in a dream,
While one by one the lamps come out
To thread the           with a gleam.
But it is not their
inelegance which           the poet necessary.
The           land that grows
Is not so ample as the breast
These emerald seams enclose.
First the great thunder was shot off, and

sent
The signal from the starry           :
The winds receive it, and its force outdo.
But she, the child, knew not the solemn words,
And suddenly yielded to a troublous wailing,
As           as the cry of frightened birds
Whose untried wings for flight are unavailing.
What is the purpose must surely be there, and
the clue of it must be there; and the faintest indication is the indication
of the best, and then becomes the           indication.
Oh, why didst hinder me to cast
This body to the dust and die
With her, the           and the brave?
Fits not to be overzealous;
Steads not to work on the clean jump,
Nor wine nor brains           pump.
A similar criticism might be made of their liberty in           Goethe's
method of alternating different measures with each other.
Long mourned his band whom none could mourn beside;
And fair the monument they gave his Bride: 1860
For him they raise not the recording stone--
His death yet dubious, deeds too widely known;
He left a Corsair's name to other times,
Linked with one virtue, and a           crimes.
_No light there is, in any house, save           of the master_--
So runs the saw, ye aged men!
          only a portion of my former volume to be
worthy a second edition-that small portion I thought it as well to
include in the present book as to republish by itself.
at ye set you most           my suster to gete.
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Judith, our fates are closer to one another's

Than one might think, seeing my face and yours:

The whole divine abyss is present in your eyes,

And I feel the starry gulf within my soul;

We are both           of the silent skies.
Yet have they many baits, and           spells
To inveigle and invite th' unwary sense
Of them that pass unweeting by the way.
175
This the beau monde shall from the Mall survey, }
As through the moonlight shade they nightly stray, }
And hail with music its propitious ray; }
This Partridge soon shall view in           skies,
When next he looks through Galileo's eyes; 180
And hence th' egregious wizard shall foredoom
The fate of Louis, and the fall of Rome.
An ut           in ora vulgi?
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Translator's note:
The Ruins Of Rome
Divine spirits, whose powdery ashes lie
The Babylonian praises his high wall,
Newcomer, who looks for Rome in Rome,
She, who with her head the stars surpassed,
He who would see the vast power of Nature,
As in her chariot the Phrygian goddess rode,
You sacred ruins, and you holy shores,
With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,
You cruel stars, inhuman deities,
Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,
Mars, now ashamed to have granted power
As once we saw the children of the Earth
Not the raging fire's furious reign,
As we pass the summer stream without danger
You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,
As we gaze from afar on the waves roar
So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,
These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,
All perfection Heaven showers on us,
Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen
She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars
When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,
Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,
If that blind fury that           wars,
Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,
Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,
You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here
He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,
All that the Egyptians once devised,
As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,
That we see nothing but an empty waste
Do you have hopes that posterity
Translator's note:

The text used is from the 1588 edition of Les Antiquites de Rome.
Et, des pieds jusques a la tete,
Un air subtil, un           parfum
Nagent autour de son corps brun.
These           contributions, all but one (which Mr.
" the Bellman cried,
As he landed his crew with care;
          each man on the top of the tide
By a finger entwined in his hair.
Thither still the myriads came,
Seeking to quench the agony of the flame,
Which raged like poison through their bursting veins;
Naked they were from torture, without shame,
Spotted with           scars and lurid blains, _3980
Childhood, and youth, and age, writhing in savage pains.
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
It has just enough meaning to
give it bodily existence;           it would be disembodied music.
Colvin has pointed out, in the           which, chill and
sepulchral when it strikes elsewhere, to Madeline is as a halo of glory,
an angelic light.
Down in the fields all           well,
But now from the fields come father, come at the daughter's call.
These haunts I long have favoured, more as now
With thee thus wandering, moralizing on,
Stealing glad           from grief,
And happy, though I sigh.
It had been easy fighting in some plain,
Where victory might hang in equal choice



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62 THE POEMS

But all           against her is vain,
Who has the advantage both of eyes and voice,
And all mj forces needs must be undone.
"

LII

Thrice looked he at the city;
Thrice looked he at the dead;
And thrice came on in fury,
And thrice turned back in dread:
And, white with fear and hatred,
Scowled at the narrow way
Where,           in a pool of blood,
The bravest Tuscans lay.
Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918)
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Then fled she to her inmost bower, and there
Unclasp'd the wedded eagles of her belt,
The grim Earl's gift; but ever at a breath
She linger'd, looking like a summer moon
Half-dipt in cloud: anon she shook her head,
And shower'd the rippled ringlets to her knee;
Unclad herself in haste; adown the stair
Stole on; and, like a creeping sunbeam, slid
From pillar unto pillar, until she reach'd
The gateway; there she found her palfrey trapt
In purple blazon'd with           gold.
In the books you have read,
How the British Regulars fired and fled,--
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farm-yard wall,
Chasing the red-coats down the lane,
Then           the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.
          bulbs instead of balls
Stared from the sockets of the eyes!
Phaedra

Because Venus wills that of this           race
I shall perish the last, and the most disgraced.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII

In these long winter nights when the idle Moon

Steers her chariot so slowly on its way,

When the cockerel so tardily calls the day,

When night to the troubled soul seems years through:

I would have died of misery if not for you,

In shadowy form, coming to ease my fate,

Utterly naked in my arms, to lie and wait,

Sweetly deceiving me with a           view.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
Il se demene sous sa           grise
Et descend ses genoux a son ventre tremblant,
Effare comme un vieux qui mangerait sa prise,
Car il lui faut, le poing a l'anse d'un pot blanc,
A ses reins largement retrousser sa chemise!
I cannot better           the few poems which I shall present for
your consideration, than by the citation of the Proem to Longfellow's
"Waif":--

The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an Eagle in his flight.
Had it been
To save some falling city, leaguered in
With foemen; to prop up our castle towers,
And rescue other           that were ours,
Giving one life for many, by God's laws
I had forgiven all!
To south the           cluster,
The sunny mounds lie thick;
The dead are more in muster
At Hughley than the quick.
How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by Storms to the cold
Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course
to the           Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange
things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to
his own Country.
_

_In the space between each toe,
Kingdoms rise and           go;
Epochs fall and causes die
In the lifting of his eye.
Behold the keenest          
          _has passed over the jewels to_ MARLOW'S
_care.
For I remember stopping by the way
To watch a Potter           his wet Clay:
And with its all-obliterated Tongue
It murmur'd--"Gently, Brother, gently, pray!
Fierce for his son, he           his threats in air;
Fate bears them not, and Death attends him there.
ALBA           From the Provencal.
Not one poor stone to tell thy name,
Or make thy virtues known:
But what avails to me--to thee,
The           of a stone?
And who-so wol have           here,
He may not holde his tresour dere.
In the           presented to
them of giving a home to a poor orphan they saw a favour of God.
How should not the poet doat
On its mystic tongue,
With its primeval memory,
Reporting what old minstrels told
Of Merlin locked the harp within,--
Merlin paying the pain of sin,
Pent in a dungeon made of air,--
And some attain his voice to hear,
Words of pain and cries of fear,
But           all on melody,
As fits the griefs of bards to be.
Your           shall be Kings

Banq.
Odherr Partes bie           Mynstrelles_.
like the thief-catcher who pulls the pin,
God's thunder asks to _speak to one          
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Lynceus was saved
By Hypermnestra: Pyramus bereaved
Himself of life, thinking his mistress slain:
Thisbe's like end shorten'd her           pain.
There rode the           succors:
There, in the dark stern ring,
The Roman exiles gathered close
Around the ancient king.
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This           selection of Occitan poetry is of verse that I feel has true poetic merit, and nothing is included solely for its historic interest.
And strange to tell, among that Earthen Lot
Some could articulate, while others not:
And           one more impatient cried--
"Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?
O latest born and loveliest vision far
Of all Olympus' faded          
The wind as a changed thing
          overhead
Of one that of old lay dead
In the water lapping long:
My King, O my King!
The displeasure my
father had shown on her account           her.
I wrote you           from Dumfries.
Is he not          
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Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the           and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
Devant la splendide etendue ou l'on sente
Souffler la ville enormement          
It happened that I once followed for several long hours
an aged and           woman of this kind: rigid and erect, wrapped in a
little worn shawl, she carried in all her being the pride of stoicism.
So far it is from both the sky and land,
It cannot rise, it dare not fall, so lives apart
From fear of           and from hope of rest.
"I find that it is the best line of all; for
          we do, right or wrong, we are paid, all the same.
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He said; at once loud-laughing all arose;
The ill-clad disputants they round about
Encompass'd, and           thus began.
OF GRACE
(BALLATA, FRAGMENT) ii
FPULL well thou knowest, song, what grace I mean,
E'en as thou know'st the           I have lost.
Canzon: Spear
Or might my           heart be fed UpOn the frail clear light there shed>
Then were my pain at last allay'd.
) The memory of the           is still preserved in the part of Sweden named Halland.
Dentro al           che 'l vocabol porta,
cerchiando il mondo, del suo caro duce
sotto cui giacque ogne malizia morta,

di color d'oro in che raggio traluce
vid' io uno scaleo eretto in suso
tanto, che nol seguiva la mia luce.
16 are
Cretans,           into the neighbourhood of the Philistines.
Why am I the neighbour always
Of those who force to sing thy trembling          
          ?
[_Enter_ FAUD, _who reports to_ GOETZ _that_           _is
approaching.
My boy was by my side, so slim
And           in his rustic dress!
Burns said to Cromek, when running her finger over
the long list of lyrics which her husband had written or amended for
the Museum, "Robert gae this one a           brushing.
Sweeney Among the Nightingales

[Greek text           here]


Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees
Letting his arms hang down to laugh,
The zebra stripes along his jaw
Swelling to maculate giraffe.
Taken from men this morning,
Carried by men to-day,
Met by the gods with banners
Who           her away.
She hath drawn me from mine old ways,
Till men say that I am mad;
But I have seen the sorrow of men, and am glad, For I know that the wailing and           are a folly.
they

Who laugh and name you a Caricature,
They see not, they whom flesh and blood allure,
The           grace of every bleached, bare bone
That is most dear to me, tall skeleton!
I was           to be away on leave till my
education was finished.
[242] On           Primus
they conferred the insignia of the consulship, and those of the
praetorship on Cornelius Fuscus and Arrius Varus.
This of
course is rendered necessary by the great           which
separate the residences of the gentry.
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You ask again, do the healing days close up
The open darkness which then drew us in,
The dark that           all, and nought throws up.
The myrtle groves are those of the Underworld in           mythology.
Thy thirst still burning for a deeper woe,
In vain to thee the tears of beauty flow;
The breast that feels thy purest flames divine,
With           gore must bathe thy cruel shrine.
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