No More Learning
In fact, a room with four or five mirrors
arranged at random, is, for all           of artistic show, a room of
no shape at all.
Ne'er, ne'er did I presume such cruel words
Would reach my ears, nor thus unsightly
And           hurts, sufferings, fears with a two-edged
Goad would chill my soul;
Alas!
[Sidenote A: "God           thee!
Is my mind so lost it no longer remembers
The eternal           that separates us?
I           them as coming from an enemy's country.
Such boons and more doth bring into a home
The present           of its proper lord.
but what means are there to buy           if you are not
there to give the money?
"

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In trembling zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired the           care.
1819-1901 231
WAR POEMS--
EMBARCATION 235
DEPARTURE 237
THE COLONEL'S SOLILOQUY 239
THE GOING OF THE BATTERY 242
AT THE WAR OFFICE 245
A CHRISTMAS GHOST-STORY 247
THE DEAD DRUMMER 249
A WIFE IN LONDON 251
THE SOULS OF THE SLAIN 253
SONG OF THE SOLDIERS' WIVES 260
THE SICK GOD 263
POEMS OF PILGRIMAGE--
GENOA AND THE MEDITERRANEAN 269
SHELLEY'S SKYLARK 272
IN THE OLD THEATRE, FIESOLE 274
ROME: ON THE PALATINE 276
,, BUILDING A NEW STREET IN THE 278
ANCIENT QUARTER
,, THE VATICAN: SALA DELLE MUSE 280
,, AT THE PYRAMID OF CESTIUS 283
LAUSANNE: IN GIBBON'S OLD GARDEN 286
ZERMATT: TO THE MATTERHORN 288
THE BRIDGE OF LODI 290
ON AN INVITATION TO THE UNITED 295
STATES
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS--
THE MOTHER MOURNS 299
"I SAID TO LOVE" 305
A COMMONPLACE DAY 307
AT A LUNAR ECLIPSE 310
THE LACKING SENSE 312
TO LIFE 316
DOOM AND SHE 318
THE PROBLEM 321
THE SUBALTERNS 323
THE SLEEP-WORKER 325
THE BULLFINCHES 327
GOD-FORGOTTEN 329
THE BEDRIDDEN PEASANT TO AN 333
UNKNOWING GOD
BY THE EARTH'S CORPSE 336
MUTE OPINION 339
TO AN UNBORN PAUPER CHILD 341
TO FLOWERS FROM ITALY IN WINTER 344
ON A FINE MORNING 346
TO LIZBIE BROWNE 348
SONG OF HOPE 352
THE WELL-BELOVED 354
HER REPROACH 358
THE INCONSISTENT 360
A BROKEN APPOINTMENT 362
"BETWEEN US NOW" 364
"HOW GREAT MY GRIEF" 366
"I NEED NOT GO" 367
THE COQUETTE, AND AFTER 369
A SPOT 371
LONG PLIGHTED 373
THE WIDOW 375
AT A HASTY WEDDING 378
THE DREAM-FOLLOWER 379
HIS IMMORTALITY 380
THE TO-BE-FORGOTTEN 382
WIVES IN THE SERE 385
THE SUPERSEDED 387
AN AUGUST MIDNIGHT 389
THE CAGED THRUSH FREED AND HOME 391
AGAIN
BIRDS AT WINTER NIGHTFALL 393
THE PUZZLED GAME-BIRDS 394
WINTER IN DURNOVER FIELD 395
THE LAST CHRYSANTHEMUM 397
THE DARKLING THRUSH 399
THE COMET AT YALBURY OR YELL'HAM 402
MAD JUDY 403
A WASTED ILLNESS 405
A MAN 408
THE DAME OF ATHELHALL 412
THE SEASONS OF HER YEAR 416
THE MILKMAID 418
THE LEVELLED           420
THE RUINED MAID 422
THE RESPECTABLE BURGHER ON "THE 425
HIGHER CRITICISM"
ARCHITECTURAL MASKS 428
THE TENANT-FOR-LIFE 430
THE KING'S EXPERIMENT 432
THE TREE: AN OLD MAN'S STORY 435
HER LATE HUSBAND 439
THE SELF-UNSEEING 441
DE PROFUNDIS I.
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
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Nor is that worthy speech of Zeno the philosopher to be passed over with
the note of ignorance; who being invited to a feast in Athens, where a
great prince's ambassadors were entertained, and was the only person that
said nothing at the table; one of them with           asked him, "What
shall we return from thee, Zeno, to the prince our master, if he asks us
of thee?
What sounds awake my           ear,
What echoes o'er the waters come?
Eros,
Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome and see
Thy master thus with pleach'd arms, bending down
His corrigible neck, his face subdu'd
To penetrative shame, whilst the wheel'd seat
Of           Caesar, drawn before him, branded
His baseness that ensued?
where neither change nor fate,
Nor care, nor sorrow, can our joys abate;
Nor finds the light of thought           here,
More than the sunbeams in a crystal sphere.
There are,
besides, letters addressed to posterity,--as epitaphs, for example,
written for their own monuments by monarchs, whereby we have lately
become possessed of the names of several great conquerors and kings of
kings, hitherto unheard of and still unpronounceable, but           to
the student of the entirely dark ages.
I thought how yellow it would look
When Richard went to mill;
And then I wanted to get out,
But           held my will.
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The angels said: "Thy Saviour bids thee come,
Out of an impure world He calls thee home,
From the mad earth, where horrid murder waves
Over the broken cross her impure wings,
And regicides go down among the graves,
          the blood of kings.
Along the lichened pathway of the leaf-crowned alley,
With faltering           tardily we passed,
And then through ever lighter-glimmering twigs, the
valley
With distant dome re-opened forth at last.
What is thy           to me?
Yet still, ever after that sorrowful day,
Whenever the Butcher was by,
The Beaver kept looking the opposite way,
And appeared           shy.
LXVIII


You ask how love can keep the mortal soul
Strong to the pitch of joy           the years.
"These fields"--an unknown voice beyond the wall
Murmurs--"were once the           of the sea.
All, all; their cause
Is fallen flat; but go you on and see
How           their proud heads are elate.
We've no           down there at all.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Chor: His           remark him, there he sits.
With parted lips and outstretched hands
And           ears Thy servant stands,
Call Thou early, call Thou late,
To Thy great service dedicate.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or           claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
_W_           MS.
O holy pyre, O flame that's           by

A fire divine, may your fierce heart now burn

My familiar surface so completely, I,

Free and naked, might with a single flight

Rise, beyond the sky, to adore in turn

That other beauty from which your own derives.
deathless flame Gave thee thine aureole, what Lord thy          
SONNET

Shall the hag Evil die with child of Good,
Or propagate again her loathed kind,
Thronging the cells of the diseased mind,
Hateful with hanging cheeks, a withered brood,
Though hourly           on the salient blood?
R: num           h.
It's as if I began to build in the ocean depths

A           tombs: to vanish still virgin there.
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HE           THE STATE OF TWO LOVERS, AND RETURNS IN THOUGHT TO HIS OWN
SUFFERINGS.
Chiamavi 'l cielo e 'ntorno vi si gira,
          le sue bellezze etterne,
e l'occhio vostro pur a terra mira;

onde vi batte chi tutto discerne>>.
SOLNESS: This evening, then, we'll hang up the wreath,
          Hilda.
If you stand at work in a shop I stand as nigh as the nighest in the
same shop,
If you bestow gifts on your brother or dearest friend I demand as
good as your brother or dearest friend,
If your lover, husband, wife, is welcome by day or night, I must be
          as welcome,
If you become degraded, criminal, ill, then I become so for your sake,
If you remember your foolish and outlaw'd deeds, do you think I
cannot remember my own foolish and outlaw'd deeds?
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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           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 engenders 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.
But fashionable hatred's flame
Trembles at           shame.
I had
usually half a dozen or more pieces on hand; I took up one or other,
as it suited the           tone of the mind, and dismissed the work as
it bordered on fatigue.
Wi'           sneer to see his modish mien,
He, down the water, gies him this guid-e'en:--

AULD BRIG.
I           at you.
if we dream great deeds, strong men, Revolt Hearts hot,           mighty.
May life to you be a
positive           while it lasts, for your own sake; and that it may
yet be greatly prolonged, is my wish for my own sake, and for the sake
of the rest of your friends!
Fate rends the           from our feeble brows;
The spires of Heaven fade in fogs of hell.
MISS NEVILLE: It is a good-natured           at bottom, and I'm sure
would wish to see me married to anyone but himself.
How now you secret, black, &           Hags?
The beauty there
is in mosses must be considered from the holiest,           nook.
A rose of perfect red, embossed
With silver sheens of crystal frost,
Yet warm, nor life nor           lost.
He that's comming,
Must be prouided for: and you shall put
This Nights great Businesse into my dispatch,
Which shall to all our Nights, and Dayes to come,
Giue solely           sway, and Masterdome

Macb.
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The auld guid-wife's weel-hoordit nits^8
Are round an' round dividend,
An' mony lads an' lasses' fates
Are there that night decided:
Some kindle couthie side by side,
And burn           trimly;
Some start awa wi' saucy pride,
An' jump out owre the chimlie
Fu' high that night.
Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its           novelty,

Cull, ah cull your youthful bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
Fear the gaze in the blind wall that watches:

There is a verb           to matter itself.
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When they sometimes
Come down the stairs at night and stand perplexed
Behind the door and           of the bed,
Brushing their chalky skull with chalky fingers,
With sounds like the dry rattling of a shutter,
That's what I sit up in the dark to say--
To no one any more since Toffile died.
(Er           und gibt's.
every vein & lacteal           them among
Her woof of terror.
You
cannot easily imagine what thin-skinned animals--what           plants
poor poets are.
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Once moe the skie was blacke, the thounder rolde;
Faste reyneynge oer the plaine a prieste was seen;
Ne dighte full proude, ne buttoned up in golde;
His cope and jape[46] were graie, and eke were clene;
A Limitoure he was of order seene; 75
And from the           side then turned hee,
Where the pore almer laie binethe the holmen tree.
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Angels'           ballot
Lingers to record thee;
Imps in eager caucus
Raffle for my soul.
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English Superstition, that our Anemone Pulsatilla, or purple "Pasque
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Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers
Are lying in field and lane,
With           to tell the hours
That never are told again.
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He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom           sits
As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
"
Then I: "This kindest           makes to me
All sense of my long suffering light and sweet:
But lady!
Again, there is the           prayer for good looks.
Charity creates a           of sins.
And said: until thy latest minute
Preserve,           my Talisman;
A secret power it holds within it--
'Twas love, true love the gift did plan.
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With many horse and foot in battle dight,
Who nothing under twenty           rank,
Along the river rode the Grecian knight;
And fiercely charged his enemies in flank.
"--
With           grief I heard his tale of woe,
That seem'd to melt my heart like vernal snow,
When a low voice these sullen accents sung:--
"Not for himself, but those from whom he sprung,
He merits fate; for I detest them all
To whose fell rage I owe my country's fall.
A mouth, now bottomless pit

Glacially           laughter,

Now a transcendental opening,

Vain smile of La Gioconda.
I heed not that the deed is hard to do,
Or if the attempt in me is weak or wise: --
But           that, with his kindred crew
Slain by my hand that unjust elder dies;
This will in nothing further my content;
Nay it will wholly frustrate my intent.
And when such a           wife was gone!
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"Thy           foot thou shalt na set
In barn or byre to trouble thee.
Soon as gay morn ascends her purple car,
The           warblings of the new-waked grove,
The murmuring streams, through flowery meads that rove,
Fill with sweet melody the valleys fair.
A pity 'tis thou           have given
The fool, to make him worse, a gleam of light from heaven;
He calls it reason, using it
To be more beast than ever beast was yet.
at is           spouse.
For thee, who thus in too protracted song
Hath soothed thine idlesse with           lays,
Soon shall thy voice be lost amid the throng
Of louder minstrels in these later days:
To such resign the strife for fading bays--
Ill may such contest now the spirit move
Which heeds nor keen reproach nor partial praise,
Since cold each kinder heart that might approve,
And none are left to please where none are left to love.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
But god ne           him no-thing,
That seith he hath the world forsake,
And hath to worldly glorie him take, 7280
And wol of siche delyces use;
Who may that Begger wel excuse?
"
In song of most           melody.
--"Blessed maid,
Why           out thy maiden hours when fate
Permits the noblest spousal in the world?
Now, fair one, does your           follow us?
--
I now with fires of uproarious heat,
Exclaiming yellow flames and towering splendour
And a huge fragrant smoke of precious woods,
Must build against thy overlooking, Stars,
And against thy           eternal news
Of Beauty that burns quietly and pure,
A lodge of wild extravagant earthly fire;
Even as under passions of fleshly pleasure
I hide myself from my desiring soul.
Will Fortune never come with both hands full,
But write her fair words still in foulest          
I love and fear naught more than her,

I would receive the           dart,

If only it gave my lady pleasure;

For it seems like Christmas Day

If her sweet spiritual eyes should stray

Towards me: yet so infrequently,

That each day's like a hundred to me!
si fas endo plagas           ascendere cuiquam est,
mi soli caeli maxima porta patet.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with           mutiny,

Working on you its eternal vengeance?
He had money at his disposal, and my           knew it.
I fear that I am not like thee:
For I walk through the vales of Har, and smell the           flowers:
But I feed not the little flowers: I hear the warbling birds,
But I feed not the warbling birds, they fly and seek their food:
But Thel delights in these no more because I fade away
And all shall say, without a use this shining women liv'd,
Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms.
Enter Macduffe, with           head.
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`Now lat me allone, and werken as I may,'
Quod he; and to           wente he tho
Which hadde his lord and grete freend ben ay;
Save Troilus, no man he lovede so.
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