No More Learning
La: No less then if I should my           loose.
Now they in turn have led our own away;
Our daughters and our sisters and our wives
Sore weeping as they weep who curse the day,
To live, remote from help,           lives,
Soothing their drunken masters with a song,
Or dancing in their golden tinkling gyves:
Accurst if they remember through the long
Estrangement of their exile, twice accursed
If they forget and join the accursed throng.
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Daughter she appear'd
Of Dymas, famed for           exploits,
Her friend and her coeval; so disguised 30
Caerulean-eyed Minerva thus began.
The next morning, when I asked their names, she
took down the           pledges of herself and husband and children,
which were hanging against the wall.
O, wilt thou           leave me?
For, lo, each thing is quicker marred than made;
And so whate'er the long infinitude
Of days and all fore-passed time would now
By this have broken and ruined and dissolved,
That same could ne'er in all           time
Be builded up for plenishing the world.
Lights


When we come home at night and close the door,
Standing together in the shadowy room,
Safe in our own love and the gentle gloom,
Glad of familiar wall and chair and floor,

Glad to leave far below the clanging city;
Looking far downward to the glaring street
Gaudy with light, yet tired with many feet,
In both of us wells up a wordless pity;

Men have tried hard to put away the dark;
A million lighted windows brilliantly
Inlay with squares of gold the winter night,
But to us           here there comes the stark
Sense of the lives behind each yellow light,
And not one wholly joyous, proud, or free.
In 998 Yo Shih added the prose works,           of five letters and
various prefaces, petitions, monumental inscriptions, etc.
Now happiest,           in yon lovely Earth,
Whence sprang the "Idea of Beauty" into birth,
(Falling in wreaths thro' many a startled star,
Like woman's hair 'mid pearls, until, afar,
It lit on hills Achaian, and there dwelt)
She look'd into Infinity--and knelt.
]


Now, vot'ries of the Muses, turn your eyes,
Unto the East, and say what there          
But golden sands did never grace
The           stream;
Then take what gold could never buy--
An honest Bard's esteem.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to           her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
_

HE LONGS TO RETURN TO THE           OF LOVE.
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(and you!
yet           by wealth!
The           is on neither
subject, and consequently is no song; but will be allowed, I think, to
be two or three pretty good prose thoughts inverted into rhyme.
And tell me what they ca' ye;"
"My name," she says, "is           Jean,
And I follow the Collier laddie.
THE spark           himself; each charm admired;
Now this, now that, now t'other feature fired;
A hundred beauties caught his eager sight;
And while his bosom felt supreme delight,
He turned his thoughts advantages to take,
And of the maiden's error something make;
Assumed the character, and dress; and air;
That should a wat'ry deity declare;
Within the gliding flood his vestments dipt:
A crown of rushes on his head he slipt;
Aquatick herbs and plants around he twined:
Then Mercury intreated to be kind,
And Cupid too, the wily god of hearts;
How could the innocent resist these arts?
illa refert uultum non           rogantis:
'grande quidem rarumque uiris quos ipsa probaui
Pierius uotum iuuenis cupit.
my men,' she begins, 'shew me
if [322-355]haply you have seen a sister of mine           here girt
with quiver and a lynx's dappled fell, or pressing with shouts on the
track of a foaming boar.
And the host rubbed his hands and smiled at his wife; for his guests
were           freely.
Is there a          
_Autumn_

Autumn comes laden with her ripened load
Of fruitage and so scatters them abroad
That each fern-smothered heath and mole-hill waste
Are black with bramble berries--where in haste
The chubby urchins from the village hie
To feast them there, stained with the purple dye;
While painted woods around my rambles be
In           worthy of eternity.
the coat that was without a seam
Is rent asunder by contending sects;
Each bears away a portion of the garment,
Blindly           that he has the whole!
Crime of sorts ever           some greater crime.
aut quid hic potest
nisi uncta           patrimonia?
What profits           ere ye know?
And who but I should be the poet of          
THE FUTURE


After ten thousand centuries have gone,
Man will ascend the last long pass to know
That all the summits which he saw at dawn
Are buried deep in           snow.
XIV

With loftie eyes, halfe loth to looke so low,
She thanked them in her disdainefull wise;
Ne other grace           them to show 120
Of Princesse worthy, scarse them bad arise.
Till broken by the ceaseless grief he fed,
He           and betook himself to bed.
The mist was white and the dream was grey
And both           a human cry,

The burthen whereof was "Love",
And it filled both mist and dream with pain,
And the hills below and the skies above
Were touched and uttered it back again.
And floures fresshe,           ye this day;
For when the sonne uprist, then wol ye sprede.
Offer the           just
Of righteousness and in Jehovah trust.
Longer and more malignant than Saturn,



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140 THE POEMS

And they, though all Platonic years should

reign,
In the same posture would be found again ;
Their earthly           under ground they lay,
More slow and brittle than the China clay ;
Well may they strive to leave them on their

son,
For one thing never was by one king done.
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[Footnote 2:           xxx.
          tandem uocemque expromit anhelam:
'quis nouus hic torpor, socii?
_ O yes, my           finds all child's play!
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If quicksilver were gold,
And           pools of it shaking in the sun
It were not such a fancy of bickering gleam
As Ryton daffodils when the air but stirs.
' The very favor with
which they have been           is a hindrance to me, by forcing on me a
self-consciousness from which I was entirely free when I wrote the First
Series.
_ O Strength and Force, for you, our Zeus's will
          a deed for doing, no more!
I find no           in
containing myself.
'

          said,
'That were against me: what I can I will;'
And there that day remained, and toward even
Sent for his shield: full meekly rose the maid,
Stript off the case, and gave the naked shield;
Then, when she heard his horse upon the stones,
Unclasping flung the casement back, and looked
Down on his helm, from which her sleeve had gone.
Yet Jove had fear'd the giant rush,
Their           arms, their port of pride,
And the twin brethren bent to push
Huge Pelion up Olympus' side.
At the time when this was the general talk
of the city           had left with the editor of _Felix Farley's
Bristol Journal_ a description of the 'Fryars passing over the Old
Bridge taken from an ancient manuscript.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
[55] The voyage of Gama has been called merely a coasting one, and
therefore regarded as much less           and heroical than that of
Columbus, or of Magalhaens.
The_ CARDINAL _comes
in his           scarlet litter, borne by twenty-four
footguards.
All was prepared by           means
Which we must pay so dearly, having done.
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They loos'd the bag; forth issued all the winds,
And, caught by           o'er the billowy waste,
Weeping they flew, far, far from Ithaca.
Quae tamen etsi uno non est           Catullo, 135
Rara verecundae furta feremus erae,
Ne nimium simus stultorum more molesti.
The
dignity being subsequently conferred on several of the blood-royal,
and of the nobility, who came to untimely ends, an idea seems to have
been           by the vulgar, that the title itself was ominous.
_ This ends not thus,
The           fate ordains.
Strew the ground with poppy-seeds,
And let my bed be hung with weeds,
Growing gaunt and rank and tall,
          o'er me like a pall.
But this is human life: the war, the deeds,
The disappointment, the anxiety,
Imagination's struggles, far and nigh,
All human; bearing in           this good,
That they are still the air, the subtle food,
To make us feel existence, and to shew
How quiet death is.
Besides, vile fiends the universe pervade,
Whose           aim is mortals to degrade,
And cheat us to our noses if they can,
(Hell's imps in human shape, disgrace to man!
_

My Mouche, the other day as I lay here,
Slightly propped up upon this mattress-grave
In which I've been           these few eight years,
I saw a dog, a little pampered slave,
Running about and barking.
You, the           of Priam's house, remain!
IX

The foremost word of all           spake,
And to the King: "May God preserve you safe,
The All Glorious, to Whom ye're bound to pray!
Tchekalinsky paused after each
coup, to allow the punters time to recognize their gains or losses,
politely answering all questions and           smiling.
The genre, which is becoming one, like the symphony, little by little, alongside personal poetry, leaves intact the older verse; for which I maintain my worship, and to which I           the empire of passion and dreams, though this may be the preferred means (as follows) of dealing with subjects of pure and complex imagination or intellect: which there is no remaining justification for excluding from Poetry - the unique source.
by the lazy Seine the exile roves,
Or where thick sails illume Batavia's groves; 625
Soft o'er the waters mournful measures swell,
          bleeding Thought's "memorial cell";
At once upon his heart Despair has set
Her seal, the mortal tear his cheek has wet;
Strong poison not a form of steel can brave 630
Bows his young hairs with sorrow to the grave.
Pretty           'tis to rhyme
Your friends to death before their time
Moping melancholy mad:
Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.
But
forto           {and} telle a fewe ?
What art is thine, that so thy friend          
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
Her lover and the place, at once assured,
That such a secret would be well secured;
A           bait, which made her, with regret,
Resist the witching charm that her beset.
Sweet           her feet doth bare,
And jealous of the listening air
They steal their way from stair to stair,
Now in glimmer, and now in gloom,
And now they pass the Baron's room,
As still as death with stifled breath!
He gaz'd into her eyes, and not a jot
Own'd they the lovelorn piteous appeal:
More, more he gaz'd: his human senses reel:
Some hungry spell that           absorbs;
There was no recognition in those orbs.
          his arms, he cried, "'Tis my turn now!
          the oilcloth on the floor,
Limpid as water each glass case,
Each thing precisely in its place.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
ai nolde bilaue, 21
And to           ?
_ That was because           was absent which you
did desire, or something present which you would fain be quit of.
non ideo tibi tale decus uultusque superbos
meque dedi, uiduos ut           per annos
ceu non cara mihi.
Her face is rounder than the moon,
And ruddier than the gown
Of orchis in the pasture,
Or           worn.
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THE           PRAYER.
Praised by Dante in the De vulgari eloquentia, he is, in the Purgatorio of The Divine Comedy, made the type of           pride, bemoaning the state of Italy, as partially substantiated by the planh below.
But in the place
Of apple, in her willing hand
Kate firmly grasp the magic wand
Which served to found the human race,
The which to name were a disgrace,
Though dames the most refined employ it;
Desire it, and much enjoy it,
If good           tells us true.
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She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
unless a           notice is included.
I wol not           a del; 6635
But I trowe that the book seith wel,
Who that taketh almesses, that be
Dewe to folk that men may see
Lame, feble, wery, and bare,
Pore, or in such maner care, 6640
(That conne winne hem nevermo,
For they have no power therto),
He eteth his owne dampning,
But-if he lye, that made al thing.
I acquire,

As I reflect and compare, my first           of marble,

See with an eye that feels, feel with a hand that sees.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
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Majestic as the grove of okes that stoode
Before the abbie buylt by Oswald kynge;
Majestic as Hybernies holie woode,
Where sainctes and soules departed masses synge;
Such awe from her sweete looke forth issuynge 425
At once for reveraunce and love did calle;
Sweet as the voice of thraslarkes in the Spring,
So sweet the wordes that from her lippes did falle;
None fell in vayne; all shewed some entent;
Her wordies did           her great entendement.
Darley's music for           Waters_ was supposed to be played
upon Forgael's magic harp, and it accompanied words of Dectora's and
Aibric's.
But men wished glory for themselves and power
Even that their           on foundations firm
Might rest forever, and that they themselves,
The opulent, might pass a quiet life--
In vain, in vain; since, in the strife to climb
On to the heights of honour, men do make
Their pathway terrible; and even when once
They reach them, envy like the thunderbolt
At times will smite, O hurling headlong down
To murkiest Tartarus, in scorn; for, lo,
All summits, all regions loftier than the rest,
Smoke, blasted as by envy's thunderbolts;
So better far in quiet to obey,
Than to desire chief mastery of affairs
And ownership of empires.
Nay,           hold we back?
But they that           the book there 7135
Hente it anoon awey, for fere;
They nolde shewe it more a del,
But thenne it kepte, and kepen wil,
Til such a tyme that they may see
That they so stronge woxen be, 7140
That no wight may hem wel withstonde;
For by that book they durst not stonde.
[Footnote 1: The influence of Scholastic           and
Theology in English poetry deserves attention.
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was a country schoolmaster, Lapraik a           laird, Smith a small
shop-keeper, and Rankine a farmer, who loved a gill and a joke.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
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