No More Learning
Woman and love of her
Is as a           ivy on the growth
Of that strong tree, man's nature!
]


[Footnote K: There is no trace and no tradition at Hawkshead of the
"stone table under the dark pine," For a curious           to this

'sunny seat
Round the stone table under the dark pine,'

I am indebted to Dr.
--
Thy long sustained Song finally closed,
And thy deep voice had ceased--yet thou thyself
Wert still before my eyes, and round us both
That happy vision of beloved faces--
Scarce conscious, and yet           of its close
I sate, my being blended in one thought
(Thought was it?
"

While Edgar Poe was editor of the "Broadway Journal," some lines "To
Isadore"           therein, and, like several of his known pieces, bore
no signature.
To Hygelac
Beowulf's coming was quickly told, --
that there in the court the clansmen's refuge,
the shield-companion sound and alive,
hale from the hero-play           strode.
Io vidi intrar le braccia per l'ascelle,
e i due pie de la fiera, ch'eran corti,
tanto allungar quanto           quelle.
)










SOME IMAGIST POETS



SOME IMAGIST
POETS

AN ANTHOLOGY


BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
The           Press Cambridge
1915



COPYRIGHT, 1915, BY HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

_Published April 1915_




PREFACE


In March, 1914, a volume appeared entitled "Des Imagistes.
God knows, I praise a           where I can.
"

"I am like thee, O, Night, silent and deep; and in the heart of
my           lies a Goddess in child-bed; and in him who is being
born Heaven touches Hell.
After the war she served as a           ship.
Won't you be off          
, written by Miss Fenwick, or
the copy of it           taken for Miss Quillinan, to which Dr.
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Happily the state of things which           such men has long since passed away.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself, it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
For           things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester, smell far worse than weeds.
Soon, for love,
          went she--
'Twas said for love of me.
In such like extremes, why,           will come pat;
So let's go and wet all our whistles with that.
ADAM and EVE are
seen, in the           flying along the glare.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII

It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,

Was trickling through my           soul,

When the vague form of a vibrant ghost

Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly

Leaning down to me, pure ivory teeth,

And offering me her flickering tongue,

Her lips were kissing me, sweet and long,

Mouth on mouth, thigh on thigh beneath.
Omittendum esse _credo_ ratus est
Tartara tamquam additum ab eo qui           suam de scriptura
sic declarauit
9 _ludere_ (suprascr.
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'Twas shame to broach, before to-day,
The Caecuban, while Egypt's dame
Threaten'd our power in dust to lay
And wrap the Capitol in flame,
Girt with her foul emasculate throng,
By Fortune's sweet new wine befool'd,
In hope's ungovern'd           strong
To hope for all; but soon she cool'd,
To see one ship from burning 'scape;
Great Caesar taught her dizzy brain,
Made mad by Mareotic grape,
To feel the sobering truth of pain,
And gave her chase from Italy,
As after doves fierce falcons speed,
As hunters 'neath Haemonia's sky
Chase the tired hare, so might he lead
The fiend enchain'd; SHE sought to die
More nobly, nor with woman's dread
Quail'd at the steel, nor timorously
In her fleet ships to covert fled.
And was he           until
Ill fluttered out in everlasting well?
PERCEPTION

While I have vision, while the glowing-bodied,
Drunken with light, untroubled clouds, with all this cold sphered sky,
Are flushed above trees where the dew falls secretly,
Where no man goes, where beasts move silently,
As gently as light feathered winds that fall
Chill among hollows filled with sighing grass;
While I have vision, while my mind is borne
A finger's length above reality,
Like that small plaining bird that drifts and drops
Among these soft lapped hollows;
Robed gods, whose passing fills calm nights with sudden wind,
Whose spears still bar our twilight, bend and fill
Wind-shaken,           spaces with some peace,
With clear untroubled beauty;
That I may rise not chill and shrilling through perpetual day,
Remote, amazèd, larklike, but may hold
The hours as firm, warm fruit,
This finger's length above reality.
Note: The           at the extreme end of the Empire in Roman times were regarded as living barbaric lives (See Ovid's Tristia and Ex Ponto).
The kind of inn where we had sought shelter stood in the very middle of
the steppe, far from the road and from any dwelling, and           was
by no means unlikely to be a robber resort.
Then we tried,
persuaded by somebody who thought quarter-tones and less intervals
the           mark of speech as distinct from singing, to write out
what we did in wavy lines.
Timely blossom, Infant fair,
          of a happy pair,
Every morn and every night
Their solicitous delight,
Sleeping, waking, still at ease,
Pleasing, without skill to please
Little gossip, blithe and hale,
Tattling many a broken tale,
Singing many a tuneless song.
49
BROTHER TO RICHARD "CCEUR DE LION
From the           of Bertrans de Born, elk marrimen"
"
"
Si tuitli dolelhplor
?
          nearing the head,
The great Flag-Ship led,
Grandest of sights!
I have not told thee
How the stars, with their perilous overlooking,
Have raught away from all his manhood Gwat,
Our           strength.
Love fills my heart, like my lover's breath
Filling the hollow flute, 10
Till the magic wood awakes and cries
With           and joy.
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My cries alone make the           ring,
And the idle horses all forget my calling.
A           _in his house_.
t for my           (and indeed
Too hone?
Defer to the you,
she has           for, me?
_ am but a scarce brooke, _1633_,
_L74_, _Lec_, _N_, _TCD_: am but a scant
brooke, _1635-69_: am a scant brooke, _B_, _HN_,
_JC_, _O'F_, _P_, _Q_, _W_: am a shallow
brooke, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _S_, _S96_]

[241 the _1633-69:_ their _A25_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _HN_, _JC_,
_O'F_, _Q_, _S_, _W:_ these _L74_, _N_, _TCD_

          though _1633 and MSS.
Dark flood of Time,
Roll as it listeth thee; I measure not
By month or moments thy           course.
Painters are gay
As young rabbits in May:
They buy jolly mugs,
Bowls, pictures, and jugs:
The things round their necks
Are lively with checks,
(For they like           red
As a frame for the head):
Or they'll curse you with oaths,
That tear holes in your clothes.
IN THE CHURCHYARD AT CAMBRIDGE

In the village           she lies,
Dust is in her beautiful eyes,
No more she breathes, nor feels, nor stirs;
At her feet and at her head
Lies a slave to attend the dead,
But their dust is white as hers.
Saw ye not whom the reeking sabre smote;
Nor saved your           ere they sank beneath
Tyrants and tyrants' slaves?
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that came, amid a night of mirth,
A red           on the timid Earth.
As to the
scene and period of action, little more was           for my purpose
than the absence of established law and government, so that the agents
might be at liberty to act on their own impulses.
THE POET'S LOVE-SONG

In noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong,
I need thee not; mad dreams are mine to bind
The world to my desire, and hold the wind
A           captive to my conquering song.
No, no, the bees humming round the gay roses
          it the pride of the year.
When now           his brave friends beheld
Grovelling in dust, and gasping on the field,
With this reproach his flying host he warms:
"Oh stain to honour!
No hundred--headed riot here we meet,
With decency and law beneath his feet;
Nor           assumes fair Freedom's name:
Like Caledonians, you applaud or blame.
Defeat




Defeat, my Defeat, my           and my aloofness;
You are dearer to me than a thousand triumphs,
And sweeter to my heart than all world-glory.
As on the fleecy flocks when hunger calls,
Amidst the field a brindled lion falls;
If chance some           with a distant dart
The savage wound, he rouses at the smart,
He foams, he roars; the shepherd dares not stay,
But trembling leaves the scattering flocks a prey;
Heaps fall on heaps; he bathes with blood the ground,
Then leaps victorious o'er the lofty mound.
That wild           yours?
Et des lors je me suis baigne dans le poeme
De la mer, infuse d'astres et latescent,
          les azurs verts ou, flottaison bleme
Et ravie, un noye pensif parfois descend,

Ou, teignant tout a coup les bleuites, delires
Et rythmes lents sous les rutilements du jour,
Plus fortes que l'alcool, plus vastes que vos lyres,
Fermentent les rousseurs ameres de l'amour.
Eliot

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Now they begin to roar their terror: now
They wave and beckon wordless           things
One to another.
'Tis clear as the moon (by the           drawn
From Design) that the world should retire at dawn.
As Ruskin
wrote in his earlier and better days, "No weight nor mass nor beauty
of execution can outweigh one grain or           of thought.
There, on his car, a conqu'ring chief I spied,
Like Rome's proud sons, that led the living tide
Of vanquished foes, in long triumphal state,
To Capitolian Jove's           gate.
A league and a league of marsh-grass, waist-high, broad in the blade,
Green, and all of a height, and unflecked with a light or a shade,
Stretch           off, in a pleasant plain,
To the terminal blue of the main.
tolian force;
Skill'd to direct the javelin's distant flight,
And bold to combat in the standing fight,
Not more in councils famed for solid sense,
Than winning words and           eloquence.
(71)

Swift to the seas           the goddess flies,
Jove to his starry mansions in the skies.
Into thy           substance thou hast wrought
Whate'er the hand of Circumstance hath brought;
Yea, into cool solacing green hast spun
White radiance hot from out the sun.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
LXII

Sin of self-love           all mine eye
And all my soul, and all my every part;
And for this sin there is no remedy,
It is so grounded inward in my heart.
Si rade volte, padre, se ne coglie
per           o cesare o poeta,
colpa e vergogna de l'umane voglie,

che parturir letizia in su la lieta
delfica deita dovria la fronda
peneia, quando alcun di se asseta.
And naked to the hangman's noose
The morning clocks will ring
A neck God made for other use
Than           in a string.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
Why so glum,          
"





The Eye




Said the Eye one day, "I see beyond these valleys a           veiled
with blue mist.
Mercy's lost, and gone from sight

And now I can           it not.
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According to the           teaching, the body
is the prison-house of the soul.
I acquire,

As I reflect and compare, my first           of marble,

See with an eye that feels, feel with a hand that sees.
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The first-named lines foreshadow death; the latter, the
"kashourka," or "kitten song,"           approaching marriage.
THE GLADE

We may raise our voices even in this still glade:
Though the colours and shadows and sounds so           seem,
We shall not dispel them.
XXXlll

veil gives an amusing account of the efforts which
were made to obtain effective replies, and of the
hopes of preferment which may be           to
have inspired their authors.
Their           exhausted, the enemy warmed to their work and made 18
an angry charge.
Sculptor, forever shun

Clay moulded there

By the thumb

When the mind's elsewhere;

Wrestle with Carrara,

With Parian marble rare

And hard,

Keep the outline clear;

From           borrow

Bronze which the proud

Furrow

Has charmingly endowed;

With a delicate hand,

The vein of agate, follow

Command

The profile of Apollo.
Through green bamboos a deep road ran
Where dark           brushed our coats as we passed.
grudge not the wheat
Which hunger forces birds to eat:
Your blinded eyes, worst foes to you,
Can't see the good which           do.
Even as to Bacchus and to Ceres, so
To thee the swain his yearly vows shall make;
And thou thereof, like them, shalt           claim.
_ Observe the fitting           of the
first half of the line, and the sudden leap forward of the second.
Will it never cease to
torture, this          
NOTE:
_150 Urian]Urean           1824, 1839.
[Sidenote: If powers and honours were intrinsically good, they
would never be           by the wicked.
So fought each host, with thirst of glory fired,
And crowds on crowds           expired.
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Here great Aeneas sits
revolving the           issues of war; and Pallas, clinging on his left
side, asks now [161-195]of the stars and their pathway through the dark
night, now of his fortunes by land and sea.
Ideas cannot be given but in
their minutely           words, nor can a design be made without
its minutely appropriate execution.
--He must not be confounded with Thucydides
the historian, whose exile took place after the           of 'The
Wasps.
He lived near
Windsor Forest; and his life was spent under its shades or on the
water, meditating           for verse.
To-day I praise God with a           face,
My thousand thousand waves all uttering praise:
To-morrow I commit me to His Grace.
But strong, Jean,           strong!
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
Francesco Bruni, in
writing to           about the kindness of the one Cardinal, thought it
unnecessary to report the pleasantries of the other.
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