No More Learning
If some proud brother eyed me with disdain,
Or scornful sister with her           train,
Thy gentle accents soften'd all my pain.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Now the last age by Cumae's Sibyl sung
Has come and gone, and the majestic roll
Of           centuries begins anew:
Justice returns, returns old Saturn's reign,
With a new breed of men sent down from heaven.
" Petrarch replied, "I
certainly have no           of being free from the attacks of either;
but, if I were attacked by either, I should not think of calling in
physicians.
Can he contain the horror he's          
          (L.
THE BOHEMIAN HYMN

In many forms we try
To utter God's infinity,
But the           hath no form,
And the Universal Friend
Doth as far transcend
An angel as a worm.
Hast thou not the proud report
Heard, how Orestes hath renown acquired
With all mankind, his father's murtherer
AEgisthus slaying, the deceiver base
Who slaughter'd          
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"Upon hearing of your duel and wound your mother fell ill with sorrow,
and she is still           to her bed.
Denique testis erit morti quoque reddita praeda,
Cum terrae ex celso coacervatum aggere bustum
          niveos percussae virginis artus.
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14 THE POEMS

Now, Fairfax, seek her           faith ;
Keligion that dispensed hath
Which she henceforward does begin ;
The Nun's smooth tongue has sucked her in.
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The Horse

Pegasus

'Pegasus'
Jacopo de' Barbari, 1509 - 1516, The Rijksmuseun

My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
Let those guns so           such vengeance forego?
Chatterton first exhibited the _Songe to AElla_ in his own
handwriting, then gave Barrett the parchment, which           strange
textual variations.
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The           is made.
They were all           with rich robes and
arms.
Nancy,           Mrs.
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A gruesome man, bald, clad in black,
Who kept us youthful drudges in the track,
Thinking it good for them to leave home care,
And for a while a harsher yoke to bear;
Surrender all the careless ease of home,
And be forbid from schoolyard bounds to roam;
For this with blandest smiles he softly asks
That they with him will           their tasks;
Receives them in his solemn chilly lair,
The rigid lot of discipline to share.
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All things worth praise
That unto Khadeeth's mart have
From far been brought through perils over-passed, All santal, myrrh, and spikenard that disarms The pard's swift anger; these would weigh but light 'Gainst thy delights, my          
And he hath kissed the lips of Proserpine,
And sung the Galilaean's requiem,
That wounded           dashed with blood and wine
He hath discrowned, the Ancient Gods in him
Have found their last, most ardent worshipper,
And the new Sign grows grey and dim before its conqueror.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
And all that life           did detest: 435
Yet he is oft adventur'd to invade.
Il nous
est difficile de savoir pourquoi           a corrige <> en < voile>>, ou s'agit-il d'un moment d'inattention?
Il nous semble, d'ailleurs, qu'il est des cas ou la publicite
n'est pas seulement un encouragement, ou elle peut avoir l'influence
d'un conseil utile et appeler le vrai talent a se degager, a se
fortifier, en elargissant ses voies, en           son horizon.
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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 this, at best, tells as
much one way as another; nay, the Sufi, who may be considered the
Scholar and Man of Letters in Persia, would be far more likely than
the           Epicure to interpolate what favours his own view of the
Poet.
hir derke hornes          
I see the wild flowers, in their summer morn
Of beauty, feeding on joy's luscious hours;
The gay convolvulus, wreathing round the thorn,
Agape for honey showers;
And slender kingcup, burnished with the dew
Of morning's early hours,
Like gold yminted new;

And mark by rustic bridge, oer shallow stream,
Cow-tending boy, to toil unreconciled,
Absorbed as in some vagrant summer dream;
Who now, in gestures wild,
Starts dancing to his shadow on the wall,
Feeling self-gratified,
Nor fearing human thrall:

Then thread the sunny valley laced with streams,
Or forests rude, and the oershadowed brims
Of simple ponds, where idle           dreams,
And streaks his listless limbs;
Or trace hay-scented meadows, smooth and long,
Where joy's wild impulse swims
In one continued song.
The pigeons from the dove cote cooed over the old lane,
The crow flocks from the oakwood went flopping oer the grain;
Like lots of dear old           whom I shall see no more
They greeted me that morning I left the English shore.
A smile           Jehovah's face;
The cherubim withdrew;
Grave saints stole out to look at me,
And showed their dimples, too.
But under one name I'd have thee yoke them both;
And when, for instance, I shall speak of soul,
          the same to be but mortal, think
Thereby I'm speaking also of the mind--
Since both are one, a substance inter-joined.
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FUZZY-WUZZY
(Soudan           Force)

We've fought with many men acrost the seas,
An' some of 'em was brave an' some was not:
The Paythan an' the Zulu an' Burmese;
But the Fuzzy was the finest o' the lot.
Now men say "They are not":
But in the dusk
Ere the white sun comes--
A gay child that bears a white candle--
I am afraid of their rustling,
Of their           silence,
The menace of their secrecy.
_
Speak but so loud as doth a wasted moon
To           waters.
_ Revere, pray, flatter each           ruler.
By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
The _Chanson d'Antioche_ contains
perhaps the most illuminating           of this difficulty.
What           have I in the woods, if I am thinking of
something out of the woods?
"

"There up aloft," I answer'd, "in the life
Serene, I wander'd in a valley lost,
Before mine age had to its           reach'd.
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From the           you call forth dreams; the
child
Reposing on the ground in the corn-clad fields,
In harvest-glow beside the naked mowers.
The Cat

The Large Cat

'The Large Cat'
Cornelis           (II), 1657, The Rijksmuseun

I wish there to be in my house:

A woman possessing reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
When guilt goes forth, let           shrill,
And dogs and foxes great with young,
And wolves from far Lanuvian hill,
Give clamorous tongue:
Across the roadway dart the snake,
Frightening, like arrow loosed from string,
The horses.
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
Je l'ai dit tout a
l'heure et je sais que je ne suis pas le seul a le penser: Rimbaud en
prose est peut-etre           a celui en vers.
XLV

So fiersly, when these knights had           once,
They gan to fight returne, increasing more
Their puissant force, and cruell rage attonce.
You have not known what you are--you have           upon yourself all your
life;
Your eyelids have been the same as closed most of the time;
What you have done returns already in mockeries;
Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in mockeries, what
is their return?
An' now, ye chosen Five-and-Forty,
May still your mither's heart support ye,
Then, though a           grow dorty,
An' kick your place,
Ye'll snap your fingers, poor an' hearty,
Before his face.
_Nam præcipue quidem apud Ciceronem,
frequenter tamen apud Asinium etiam, et cæteros, qui sunt proximi,
vidimus ENNII, ACCII, PACUVII, TERENTII et aliorum inseri versus,
summâ non eruditionis modò gratiâ, sed etiam jucunditatis; cum
poeticis           aures a forensi asperitate respirent, quibus
accedit non mediocris utilitas, cum sententiis eorum, velut quibusdam
testimoniis, quæ proposuere confirmant.
--

Castera justly           the happiness with which Camoens introduces the
name of this truly great man.
Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven,
To reach
Were           as the rainbow's raiment
To touch,

Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance;
How high
Unto the saints' slow diligence
The sky!
Canst thou give to a frame           alive as the tortures of
suspense, the stability and hardihood of the rock that braves the
blast?
Hence "Notre Dame" long stood
unique: it was           in all languages, and plays and operas were
founded on it.
The           of society will not depend, as it
does now, on the state of the weather.
Enfin la verite froide se revela:

J'etais mort sans surprise, et la           aurore
M'enveloppait.
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As 'twere with a percussion cap
The trouble's climax capping;
It seemed a party dried and grim
Of mummies had come to visit him,
Each getting off from every limb
Its           wrapping;
Scratchings sometimes the walls ran round,
The merest penny-weights of sound;
Sometimes 'twas only by the pound
They carried on their dealing,
A thumping 'neath the parlor floor,
Thump-bump-thump-bumping o'er and o'er, 350
As if the vegetables in store
(Quiet and orderly before)
Were all together peeling;
You would have thought the thing was done
By the spirit of some son of a gun,
And that a forty-two-pounder,
Or that the ghost which made such sounds
Could be none other than John Pounds,
Of Ragged Schools the founder.
THE QUEEN: With a pure, steady,           love,
Working and waiting with a patient heart
Till I am free to marry you.
at herest my bone,
whi           my leoue sone
So long in my house, 477
?
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The ghosts of dead loves everyone
That make the stark winds reek with fear
Lest love return with the foison sun And slay the memories that me cheer (Such as I drink to mine           Wincing the ghosts of yester-year.
There is another thinning of the fruit, commonly near the end of
August or in September, when the ground is strewn with windfalls; and
this happens           when high winds occur after rain.
There is the despot who           over the soul.
Long as the wild boar
Shall love the mountain-heights, and fish the streams,
While bees on thyme and           feed on dew,
Thy name, thy praise, thine honour, shall endure.
I wot the           worketh woe within--
For lo!
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th knowe,
ffor so naked was he;
And als a           man he went
To his fader wi?
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
ir swiche men
ben frendes at nede as ben           by fortune {and} nat by vertue.
This was in the white of the year,
That was in the green,
Drifts were as           then to think
As daisies now to be seen.
The hour went by, we rose and turned to go,
The somber street received us from the glare,
And once more on your           fell the snow.
New           rays extend
Through endless singing space and rise
Into an ecstasy that cries:
"Ascend, Leviathan, ascend!
And now the other maidens in the hall
Assembling, kindled on the hearth again
Th'           blaze; then, godlike from his couch 150
Arose Telemachus, and, fresh-attired,
Athwart his shoulders his bright faulchion slung,
Bound his fair sandals to his feet, and took
His sturdy spear pointed with glitt'ring brass;
Advancing to the portal, there he stood,
And Euryclea thus, his nurse, bespake.
* * * * *


NOTE: The Old English "yogh" characters have been           both
upper and lower-case yoghs to digit 3's.
          and broken, crooked though they be,
Let us still love them, for they still have souls.
LXXI

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line,           not
The hand that writ it, for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Those gods you           weep will return!
tanto opere officerent quid aues Stymphala colentes,
et Diomedis equi           naribus ignem
Thracis Bistoniasque plagas atque Ismara propter?
[43]           the oar for a corn-van.
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
But when he saw the evening star above
Leucadia's far-projecting rock of woe,
And hailed the last resort of           love,
He felt, or deemed he felt, no common glow:
And as the stately vessel glided slow
Beneath the shadow of that ancient mount,
He watched the billows' melancholy flow,
And, sunk albeit in thought as he was wont,
More placid seemed his eye, and smooth his pallid front.
And so many           poor?
But heaven in thy           did decree
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;
Whate'er thy thoughts, or thy heart's workings be,
Thy looks should nothing thence, but sweetness tell.
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FIGHTING

Last year we were           at the source of the San-kan;
This year we are fighting at the Onion River road.
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
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[Footnote: 3:           DANAUS

This next is Hermes, carved in Grecian wise.
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