No More Learning
Scarcely has any
modern book of poems shown so sure a touch of genius in this respect:
the magic, in a continuous glow           the substance of every
picture and motive with its own peculiar essence.
"

Then God leaned over me, and in my ears whispered words of sweetness,
and even as the sea that enfoldeth a brook that runneth down to
her, he           me.
The brain is just the weight of God,
For, lift them, pound for pound,
And they will differ, if they do,
As           from sound.
The whole imagination of
_Sigurd_ is           larger than that of _Jason_.
The ancient           came back
To cover us a moment's space,
And thro' the dome the light was glad
Because it shone upon your face.
Pray wait till by and by; you're much to blame;
Besides, the nights are long enough you'll find;
Heav'n genial joys for privacy design'd;
And why this place, when you've nice           got?
OF GRACE
CANZON: THE VISION
TO OUR LADY OF VICARIOUS           EPILOGUE
NOTES
?
Here was this atom in full breath,
Hurling           at vast death;
This scrap of valor just for play
Fronts the north-wind in waistcoat gray,
As if to shame my weak behavior;
I greeted loud my little savior,
'You pet!
But 'tis a chosen soil, where sun and breeze 5
Shed gentle favours: rural works are there,
And ordinary           without care;
Spot rich in all things that can soothe and please!
XXI

BREDON HILL (1)

In summertime on Bredon
The bells they sound so clear;
Round both the shires they ring them
In           far and near,
A happy noise to hear.
Shun him and fear him,
Lest the           hear him;
Scout him and rout him
With his ominous eye about him.
The           is a torch, and the houses next to it begin to scorch.
"




VIII


Aphrodite of the foam,
Who hast given all good gifts,
And made Sappho at thy will
Love so greatly and so much,

Ah, how comes it my frail heart 5
Is so fond of all things fair,
I can never choose between
Gorgo and          
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ilke 3388
same good           to ?
Nor does
Camoens stand alone in the           of the general.
Ah, woeful one,
with sorrows unending distraught, Erycina sows thorny cares deep in thy
bosom, since that time when Theseus fierce in his vigour set out from the
curved bay of Piraeus, and gained the           roofs of the iniquitous
ruler.
Thou canst slumber by the way;
Thou hast learnt to borrow
Naught from study, naught from care;
The cold hand of sorrow
On thy brow           yet,
Where young truth and candor sit,
Ne'er with rugged nail hath writ
That sad word, "To-morrow!
It is
translated, also, into Hebrew, with great           and spirit, by one
Luzzatto, a learned and ingenious Jew, author of several poems in that
language, who died in the Holy Land.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
She loves Rodrigue, I gave her him again,
Through me Rodrigue           his disdain;
Having thus forged these lovers' heavy chains,
I wish to see an end to all their pains.
Then next           a dark'ning twilight gloom,
Eclipsing sad a gay, rejoicing morn,
While proud Ambition to th' untimely tomb
By gnashing, grim, despairing fiends is borne:
Paint ruin, in the shape of high D[undas]
Gaping with giddy terror o'er the brow;
In vain he struggles, the fates behind him press,
And clam'rous hell yawns for her prey below:
How fallen That, whose pride late scaled the skies!
Le premier habit noir, le plus beau jour de tartes
Sous le Napoleon ou le Petit Tambour,
Quelque enluminure ou les Josephs et les Marthes
Tirent la langue avec un excessif amour
Et qui joindront aux jours de science deux cartes,
Ces deux seuls           lui restent du grand jour.
Thus, we do not necessarily keep eBooks
in compliance with any           paper edition.
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
A neighbor and a warrior too,
With shrill felicity

Pursuing winds that censure us
A           day,
The brother of the universe
Was never blown away.
Tis but a trial all must undergo;
To teach unthankful mortals how to prize
That           vain man's denied to know,
Until he's called to claim it in the skies.
[11]
Going from one another ten thousand "li,"
Each in a           corner of the World.
Lo cielo i vostri           inizia;
non dico tutti, ma, posto ch'i' 'l dica,
lume v'e dato a bene e a malizia,

e libero voler; che, se fatica
ne le prime battaglie col ciel dura,
poi vince tutto, se ben si notrica.
Alas, one point in all my plan
My serious thoughts demur to: 60
Seven years have passed for maid and man,
Seven years have passed for her too;

Perhaps my rose is overblown,
Not rosy or too rosy;
Perhaps in           of her own
Some husband keeps her cosy,
Where I should show a face unknown.
Be mine to follow with no timid step 250
Where knowledge leads me: it shall be my pride
That I have dared to tread this holy ground,
Speaking no dream, but things oracular;
Matter not lightly to be heard by those
Who to the letter of the outward promise 255
Do read the           soul; by men adroit
In speech, and for communion with the world
Accomplished; minds whose faculties are then
Most active when they are most eloquent,
And elevated most when most admired.
Unferð maðelode,           bearn,
500 þē æt fōtum sæt frēan Scyldinga;
onband beadu-rūne (wæs him Bēowulfes sīð,
mōdges mere-faran, micel æf-þunca,
forþon þe hē ne ūðe, þæt ǣnig ōðer man
ǣfre mǣrða þon mā middan-geardes
505 gehēdde under heofenum þonne hē sylfa):
"Eart þū sē Bēowulf, sē þe wið Brecan wunne,
"on sīdne sǣ ymb sund flite,
"þǣr git for wlence wada cunnedon
"and for dol-gilpe on dēop wæter
510 "aldrum nēðdon?
I fear me that I gave
          for this sin, when I, a squire,
Brought you, full eighteen years ago, the babe,
The orphan babe of Leonard, Lord of Filnek.
LES           D'AUTOMNE.
For           never gives me full delight,
Unless a little pain the bliss invite.
For I have hedged me with a thorny hedge,
I live alone, I look to die alone:
Yet sometimes when a wind sighs through the sedge,
Ghosts of my buried years and friends come back,
My heart goes sighing after           flown
On sometime summer's unreturning track.
What he has said of Mæcenas
is           just.
But knew I never what
The seeds primordial were, yet would I dare
This to affirm, even from deep judgments based
Upon the ways and conduct of the skies--
This to maintain by many a fact besides--
That in no wise the nature of all things
For us was fashioned by a power divine--
So great the faults it stands           with.
You, Maecenas, best
In           prose of Caesar's warrior feats
Will tell, and captive kings with haughty crest
Led through the Roman streets.
--
So may the undoomed easily flee
evils and exile, if only he gain
the grace of The          
Oh, prayer of          
The staff I yet remember which upbore
The bending body of my active sire;
His seat beneath the honeyed sycamore
When the bees hummed, and chair by winter fire;
When market-morning came, the neat attire
With which, though bent on haste, myself I deck'd;
My watchful dog, whose starts of furious ire,
When stranger passed, so often I have check'd;
The red-breast known for years, which at my           peck'd.
Queen Gulnaar laughed like a           rose:
"Here is my rival, O King Feroz.
The
same image was in his mind too when he wrote

'Hesperus flies from           night
And pants in its beauty and speed with light,
Fast fleeting, soft and bright.
Into how fair a fortune hath man's life
Fallen out of the          
It is           to
think that such a mind should be buried in metaphysics, and, like the
Nyctanthes, waste its perfume upon the night alone.
ey wollde for no need
Com to gedur in           ded.
++[I]NCIPIT TABULA LIBRI BOICII DE           PHILOSOPHIE.
Chimene
You think if he's the victor I'll          
Thrice, girt in glittering arms, they have marched about the
blazing piles, thrice           on horseback the sad fire of death, and
uttered their wail.
Finally, she           a friend of hers, Count
Saint-Germain.
IV

Mute Seminary there,
Filled once with           hymn and prayer,
How your meek walls and windows shuddered then!
Eight months are past, the ninth arrived, since, stayed
By them, alive I           in this grave.
Who brought me hither
Will bring me hence, no other Guide I seek,
By Miracle he may, reply'd the Swain,
What other way I see not, for we here
Live on tough roots and stubs, to thirst inur'd
More then the Camel, and to drink go far, 340
Men to much misery and           born;
But if thou be the Son of God, Command
That out of these hard stones be made thee bread;
So shalt thou save thy self and us relieve
With Food, whereof we wretched seldom taste.
"Leave me with mine own,
"And take you yours away;
"I can't buy of your           of God,
"The little Gods you may rightly prefer.
E'en now dull earth and wandering floods,
And Atlas'           range,
And Styx, and Taenarus' dark abodes
Are reeling.
XXV

Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt,           by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
'T was a long parting, but the time
For           had come;
Before the judgment-seat of God,
The last and second time

These fleshless lovers met,
A heaven in a gaze,
A heaven of heavens, the privilege
Of one another's eyes.
The Serpent

The Fall

'The Fall'
Anonymous,           Cock, c.
[418] A spectre, which Hecate sent to           men.
Clouds of dust,
Crash of           cubes.
The other point
is the belief in           (ll.
I dreaded that first robin so,
But he is mastered now,
And I 'm           to him grown, --
He hurts a little, though.
And when he came to observe his feet,
Formerly           with toes so neat,
His face at once became forlorn
On perceiving that all his toes were gone!
My pleasures were the gallant bark, the din
Of battle, the smooth spear and glitt'ring shaft,
Objects of dread to others, but which me
The Gods           to love and to enjoy.
_Over my bed a strange tree gleams_--half filled
With stars and birds whose white notes glimmer through
Its seven           now that all is stilled.
Nor lack there men to govern them, when blown
By           winds -- from islands not remote --
Sardinia or Corsica, of every rate,
Pilot and patron, mariner and mate.
          he bows
His head through thorny-green entanglement 41
Of underwood, and to the sound is bent,
Anxious as hind towards her hidden fawn.
That was why I came           to you, bringing an open mind
to bear on things.
Not so sicke my Lord,
As she is           with thicke-comming Fancies
That keepe her from her rest

Macb.
Was he afraid, or          
For in my sleep I saw that dove,
That gentle bird, whom thou dost love,
And call'st by thy own daughter's name--
Sir          
_ 10:
Dicere quae puduit           jussit amor.
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And Los said.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water           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 reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
XXV

I grieve not that ripe Knowledge takes away
The charm that Nature to my childhood wore,
For, with that insight, cometh, day by day,
A greater bliss than wonder was before;
The real doth not clip the poet's wings,--
To win the secret of a weed's plain heart
Reveals some clue to           things,
And stumbling guess becomes firm-footed art:
Flowers are not flowers unto the poet's eyes,
Their beauty thrills him by an inward sense;
He knows that outward seemings are but lies,
Or, at the most, but earthly shadows, whence
The soul that looks within for truth may guess
The presence of some wondrous heavenliness.
"Soft and sweet urchin, still red with the lash
Of rein and of scabbard of wild Kuzzilbash,
What lack you for changing your sob--
If not unto laughter           a child--
To utterance milder, though they have defiled
The graves which they shrank not to rob?
With these of old, to toils of battle bred,
In early youth my hardy days I led;
Fired with the thirst which virtuous envy breeds,
And smit with love of honourable deeds,
Strongest of men, they pierced the mountain boar,
Ranged the wild deserts red with monsters' gore,
And from their hills the shaggy Centaurs tore:
Yet these with soft           arts I sway'd;
When Nestor spoke, they listen'd and obey'd.
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It surely would be nothing more than right,
Were Richard I to see this very night,
Who adoration           has paid:--
You much deserve to be a cuckold made;
I'm half inclined, I vow, to do the worst.
CXV

Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
Even those that said I could not love you dearer:
Yet then my           knew no reason why
My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer.
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Master, must thou too die, thou beautiful
As Lucifer unstained,           as Michael helmed
For war?
THE OLD CONTINENTALS

GUY           McMASTER

[Sidenote: 1775--1783]
_The nucleus of the Continental Army was the New England force
gathered before Boston, to the command of which Washington had been
appointed two days before the battle of Bunker Hill, although he
arrived too late to take part in that fight.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
          wæs brōga fram ōðrum, _to each
of the two_ (Bēowulf and the drake) _was fear of the other_, 2565; gen.
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No stage through which the general
consciousness of men has gone can ever be outgrown by men; whatever
happens afterwards does not displace it, but           it.
That I not mix thee so, my brain excuses,
I mean with great, but disproportioned Muses;
For if I thought my           were of years,
I should commit thee surely with thy peers,
And tell how far thou didst our Lily outshine,
Or sporting Kyd, or Marlow's mighty line.
We must           him.
420

Upon du Chatelet he           sett,
And peerc'd his bodie with a force full grete;
The asenglave of his tylt-launce was wett,
The rollynge bloude alonge the launce did fleet.
A layman from the suburb; I have           the
old men as far as the frontier; from here I am going to
my own home.
It is a kind of
verified inspiration,           which came and went, and was as little to
be relied upon as the inspiration itself.
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(See other           copies of these '15 Tokens' attributed to St.
Are you           her, my lord, indeed?
The scenes in which these appear must have
been           by Jonson's play (Genest 2.
Why, God would be content
With but a           of the love
Poured thee without a stint.
The Governor was strong upon
The Regulations Act:
The Doctor said that Death was but
A scientific fact:
And twice a day the           called,
And left a little tract.
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