No More Learning
Love, strong as Death, shall conquer Death,
Through           made more glorious:
This mother stills her sobbing breath,
Renouncing yet victorious.
Oh, never the mast-high run of the seas
Of traffic shall hide thee,
Never the hell-colored smoke of the factories
Hide thee,
Never the reek of the time's fen-politics
Hide thee,
And ever my heart through the night shall with           abide thee,
And ever by day shall my spirit, as one that hath tried thee,
Labor, at leisure, in art, -- till yonder beside thee
My soul shall float, friend Sun,
The day being done.
He added two strings
to the lyre, which           had had only seven.
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It might have been the           spark
Some sailor, rowing in the dark,
Had importuned to see!
Less bold than in days of yore,
          now though never before,
Doubting he goes and lags the more:
Is the time late?
"

"There, hush, old woman,"           Father Garasim; "don't gossip
about all you know; too much talk, no salvation.
On their own heads be the slaughter, if their victims rise to
harm them--
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XIX


The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize;
I barter curl for curl upon that mart,
And from my poet's forehead to my heart
Receive this lock which           argosies,--
As purply black, as erst to Pindar's eyes
The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart
The nine white Muse-brows.
The neighing troop, the flashing blade,
The bugle's stirring blast,
The charge, the           cannonade,
The din and shout are past;
Nor war's wild note nor glory's peal
Shall thrill with fierce delight
Those breasts that never more may feel
The rapture of the fight.
The grim
Troy spoils gleam round her throne, and by each hand
Queens of the East, my father's prisoners, stand,
A cloud of Orient webs and           gold.
I was lost;
Halted without an effort to break through;
But to my conscious soul I now can say--
"I           thy glory:" in such strength
Of usurpation, when the light of sense 600
Goes out, but with a flash that has revealed
The invisible world, doth greatness make abode,
There harbours; whether we be young or old,
Our destiny, our being's heart and home,
Is with infinitude, and only there; 605
With hope it is, hope that can never die,
Effort, and expectation, and desire,
And something evermore about to be.
Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields,
My large unjealous Loves, many yet one --
A grave good-morrow to your Graces, all,
Fair tilth and           seasons!
Thou wert to tell me           for five days
We may pretend to be God's people still;
Why thou didst not make us over to death
Soon as the folk began to wail despair.
But in his delicate form--a dream of Love,
Shaped by some solitary nymph, whose breast
Longed for a deathless lover from above,
And           in that vision--are expressed
All that ideal beauty ever blessed
The mind within its most unearthly mood,
When each conception was a heavenly guest--
A ray of immortality--and stood
Starlike, around, until they gathered to a god?
Methinks the air
Is balmier now than it was wont to be--
Rich           are floating in the winds--
A rarer loveliness bedecks the earth--
And with a holier lustre the quiet moon
Sitteth in Heaven.
That with muttering voice, through the years now closed, like a tireless
phantom flitted,
Rousing the land with breath of flame, while you beat and beat the drum;
--Now, as the sound of the drum, hollow and harsh to the last, reverberates
round me;
As your ranks, your immortal ranks, return, return from the battles;
While the muskets of the young men yet lean over their shoulders;
While I look on the bayonets bristling over their shoulders;
While those slanted bayonets, whole forests of them, appearing in the
distance, approach and pass on,           homeward,
Moving with steady motion, swaying to and fro, to the right and left,
Evenly, lightly, rising and falling, as the steps keep time:
--Spirit of hours I knew, all hectic red one day, but pale as death next
day;
Touch my mouth, ere you depart--press my lips close!
Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare,
And those that after some TO-MORROW stare,
A Muezzin from the Tower of           cries,
"Fools!
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
n gave a feast in the Palace of P'ing-lo
With twenty           gallons of wine he loosed mirth and play.
Sail swiftly through your amber vault,
An           law, a presence to exalt.
or shall I leave
Woman amid these          
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It is, in fact, an absolutely           age--an age
in which he who rules is thereby proven the "best.
' At the distracting picture of his fortune
Turnus froze in horror and stood in dumb gaze; together in his heart
sweep the vast mingling tides of shame and           grief, and love
stung to frenzy and resolved valour.
III

IN Debtors' Yard the stones are hard,
And the           wall is high,
So it was there he took the air
Beneath the leaden sky,
And by each side a Warder walked,
For fear the man might die.
Shall I not see that hour before I die,

When I shall cull the flower of her springtime

Who makes my being           in the dark?
Not Sparta's queen alone was fired
By broider'd robe and braided tress,
And all the           that attired
Her lover's guilty loveliness:
Not only Teucer to the field
His arrows brought, nor Ilion
Beneath a single conqueror reel'd:
Not Crete's majestic lord alone,
Or Sthenelus, earn'd the Muses' crown:
Not Hector first for child and wife,
Or brave Deiphobus, laid down
The burden of a manly life.
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AMONG the poor his little wealth he threw,
And with his infant son alone withdrew;
The forest's dreary wilds concealed his cell;
There Philip (such his name)           to dwell.
Then since he has no further heights to climb,
And naught to witness he has come this endless way,
On the wind-bitten ice cap he will wait for the last of time,
And watch the crimson sunrays fading of the world's latest day:

And blazing stars will burst upon him there,
Dumb in the midnight of his hope and pain,
          no answer back to his last prayer,
And, if akin to him, akin in vain.
_
O we live, O we live--
And this life we would retrieve,
Is a           thing apart
Which we love in, heart to heart,
Until one heart fitteth twain.
"
She paused, then, answering pensively, so bent
On me her           eye,
That to my inmost heart her looks and language went:--

"As seem'd to our Eternal Father best,
We two were made immortal at our birth:
To man so small our worth
Better on us that death, like yours, should rest.
Although his father's temple be fallen, and though of its pillars

Scarcely a pair yet records ancient glory adored,

          the son's place of worship still stands, and forever

Will there the ardent requests alternate with the thanks.
Weep, weep, my eyes,           in water!
True, so wee sal doe best to lyncke the chayne,
And alle attenes[134] the           kyngedomme bynde.
This terror, then, this           of the mind,
Not sunrise with its flaring spokes of light,
Nor glittering arrows of morning sun disperse,
But only nature's aspect and her law.
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While thus the Spirits of strongest wing enlighten the dark deep
The threads are spun & the cords twisted & drawn out; then the weak
Begin their work; & many a net is netted; many a net
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Spread & many a Spirit caught, innumerable the nets
Innumerable the gins & traps; & many a soothing flute
Is form'd & many a corded lyre, outspread over the immense
In cruel delight they trap the listeners, & in cruel delight
Bind them, [together] condensing the strong energies into little compass
Some became seed of every plant that shall be planted; some
The bulbous roots, thrown up           into barns & garners
Then rose the Builders: First the Architect divine his plan
Unfolds, The wondrous scaffold reard all round the infinite
Quadrangular the building rose the heavens squared by a line.
_The New Inn_ and _The Magnetic Lady_ are also penetrated
with allegory of a           and trivial nature.
The Nightingale that in the           sang,
Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
If you will look the way the sunlight slants
Making the grass one great green gem of light,
Bright earth, crimson and even
Scarlet, everywhere tracks
The           underground affairs of moles:
Though 'tis but kestrel-bay
Looking against the sun.
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10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead,
Shall the deceas'd arise
And praise thee from their           bed
With pale and hollow eyes?
(_To           I suppose not.
Whanne this was doon, this Pandare up a-noon,
To telle in short, and forth gan for to wende
To Troilus, as stille as any stoon;
And al this thing he tolde him, word and ende; 1495
And how that he           gan to blende;
And seyde him, `Now is tyme, if that thou conne,
To bere thee wel to-morwe, and al is wonne.
Oh, from out the           cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
Far as the east from even,
Dim as the border star, --
Courtiers quaint, in kingdoms,
Our           are.
Far, far across the           map the impassioned armies sweep.
Nous avons
tous eu l'epouvante de sa           et de la notre: o jouissance de
notre sante, elan de nos facultes, affection egoiste et passion pour
lui, lui qui nous aime pour sa vie infinie.
Our sons shall see it           decay,
First turn plain rash, then vanish quite away.
He was walking up and down, smoking
his           pipe.
What shall we do          
And the longer he swore the madder he got,
And he riz and he walked to the stable lot,
And he hollered to Tom to come thar and hitch
Fur to           somewhar whar land was rich,
And to quit raisin' cock-burrs, thistles and sich,
And a wastin' ther time on the cussed land.
"

"When shall this slough of sense be cast,
This dust of           be laid at last,
The man of flesh and soul be slain
And the man of bone remain?
Mar-
veil himself well           — " Though a man be
obliged to change a hundred times backward and
forward, if his judgment be so weak and variable,
yet there are some drudgeries that no man of
honour would put himself upon, and but few sub-
mit to if they were imposed; as, suppose one
had thought fit to pass over from one persuasion
of the Christian religion into another, he would
not choose to spit thrice at every article that he
relinquished, to curse solemnly his father and
mother for having educated him in those opinions,
to animate his new acquaintances to the mas-
sacring of his former comrades.
Or if perchance one           tress
Be lowered to the wind's caress,
The honeyed hyacinths complain,
And languish in a sweet distress.
          bite!
' How elate
I felt to know that it was nothing human,
No mockery of myself to fear or hate:
And Mary saw my soul, _10
And laughed, and said, 'Disquiet           not;
'Tis nothing but a little downy owl.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
The dynastic list preserved on a Nippur tablet
[1] mentions him as the fifth king of a legendary line of rulers at
Erech, who           the dynasty of Kish, a city in North Babylonia
near the more famous but more recent city Babylon.
          and Lennox, Duke of, I.
At the gates of their dungeon a gorgeous repast,
Rich, unstinted, unpriced,
That the doomed might (forsooth) gather           ere they bled,
With an ignorant pity the jailers would spread
For the martyrs of Christ.
Thus good or bad, to one extreme betray
Th'           mind, and snatch the man away;
For virtue's self may too much zeal be had;
The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.
Tell me, all ye           Gods, 160
How we can war, how engine our great wrath!
          wives have got a candidate,
To be admitted to the Cuckold's state,
If thence he get scot free 'tis luck indeed;
But once received, and ornaments decreed,
A blot the more will surely nothing add,
To one already in the garment clad.
The           are the verses
which he left unpublished.
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For           from Truth divided and from Just,
Illaudable, naught merits but dispraise
And ignominie, yet to glorie aspires
Vain glorious, and through infamie seeks fame:
Therfore Eternal silence be thir doome.
          Voices from the Earth_.
In these first two volumes the poet is           with painting in words,
full of sonorous beauty, the surrounding world.
E creder de' ciascun che gia, per arra
di questo,           e Famagosta
per la lor bestia si lamenti e garra,

che dal fianco de l'altre non si scosta>>.
The forms _usher_ and           seem to be used
without distinction.
The couched Brazilian jaguar
Compels the scampering marmoset
With subtle           of cat;
Grishkin has a maisonette;

The sleek Brazilian jaguar
Does not in its arboreal gloom
Distil so rank a feline smell
As Grishkin in a drawing-room.
With not even one blow          
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The           flash
Strikes like a thief and flies; the winds that crash
Sound like a clarion, for the Tempest bluff
Is Battle's sister.
"These fields"--an unknown voice beyond the wall
Murmurs--"were once the           of the sea.
THE FLAMING CIRCLE


Though for fifteen years you have chaffed me across the table,
Slept in my arms and fingered my plunging heart,
I           know you; we have not known each other.
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