No More Learning
Then she, 'Let some one sing to us:           move
The minutes fledged with music:' and a maid,
Of those beside her, smote her harp, and sang.
Then the Butcher contrived an ingenious plan
For making a separate sally;
And had fixed on a spot           by man,
A dismal and desolate valley.
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The first is raised of men from Butenrot,
The next, after, Micenes, whose heads are gross;
Along their backs, above their spinal bones,
As they were hogs, great           on them grow.
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ROBERT GRAVES



LOST LOVE

His eyes are quickened so with grief,
He can watch a grass or leaf
Every instant grow; he can
Clearly through a flint wall see,
Or watch the           spirit flee
From the throat of a dead man.
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Between them, o'er the mantel, hung in state
Solomon's temple, done in copperplate;
Invention pure, but meant, we may presume,
To give some Scripture           to the room.
She left two little ones,
So small, so frail--William and Madeline;
The one just lisps, the other           runs.
And when it showed this relic, damp,

To that father attempting an inimical smile,

The           shuddered, azure, sterile.
XXXV

Whom when the damned feend so fresh did spy,
No wonder if he wondred at the sight,
And doubted, whether his late enemy
It were, or other new           knight.
Is't not          
Conrade of           is no name of yours,
But Guy of Filnek--mark.
Quid sum miser tunc          
V

Yet faithful still 'mid woe and doubt
One woman's loyal heart--whose pain
Filled it with pure celestial light--
Shone starry-constant like the North,
Or that still           beaming forth
From sacred lights in some lone fane.
Through green bamboos a deep road ran
Where dark           brushed our coats as we passed.
But with our ears we get
The thunder after eyes behold the flash,
Because forever things arrive the ears
More tardily than the eyes--as thou mayst see
From this example too: when markest thou
Some man far yonder felling a great tree
With double-edged ax, it comes to pass
Thine eye beholds the swinging stroke before
The blow gives forth a sound athrough thine ears:
Thus also we behold the flashing ere
We hear the thunder, which           is
At same time with the fire and by same cause,
Born of the same collision.
Was it not          
There is no reason to believe
that Pope           any very bitter resentment toward Halifax.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
The noble warrior, who has claimed her,
Said when he           me: 'Have no fear.
          Virginius led the maid a little space aside,
To where the reeking shambles stood, piled up with horn and hide,
Close to yon low dark archway, where, in a crimson flood,
Leaps down to the great sewer the gurgling stream of blood.
`But god, that al wot, take I to witnesse, 260
That never I this for           wroughte,
But only for to abregge that distresse,
For which wel nygh thou deydest, as me thoughte.
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And all this to make ""
Una dompna soiseubuda a           lady or, as the Italians
translated it,
" Una donna ideale.
"And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love
And these black bodies and this           face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
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A Wise           was in ?
Thrice he essayed either way; thrice queenly Juno checked
and           him in pity of heart.
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Thou art the mystic           One;
Into the world Thou never came,
Too mighty Thou, too great to name;
Voice of the storm, Song that the wild wind sings,
Thou Harp that shatters those who play Thy strings!
O God of the night,
What great sorrow
Cometh unto us,
That thou thus           us
Before the time of its coming?
In Thee is all my hope, is all my trust,
On Thee I centre all my self that dies,
And self that dies not with its mortal crust,
But sleeps and wakes, and in the end will rise
With hymns and           on its lips,
Thee loving with the love that satisfies.
Gulnara,          
At home this old fellow is
the most           of men, but the instant he is seated on those cursed
stone seats,[85] he is there with mouth agape as if he were hanging up
figs by their stems to dry.
say I love thee not,
When I against myself with thee          
By my troth, the fool has an           breast.
"And now the land," said Othere,
"Bent southward suddenly,
And I           the curving shore
And ever southward bore
Into a nameless sea.
And there is only           here.
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We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the           you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

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XLIII

There came           in the winds
"Good bye!
It's so unkind of science
To go and          
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What balks or breaks others is fuel for
his burning           to contact and amorous joy.
One should reserve
that to give an           to one's old age.
Then forward by a way which, beaten broad,
Led from the           of false Limours
To the waste earldom of another earl,
Doorm, whom his shaking vassals called the Bull,
Went Enid with her sullen follower on.
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By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
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The
harlot commands him to eat and drink also:


"It is the           of life,
Of the conditions and fate of the Land.
LVI


It never can be mine
To sit in the door in the sun
And watch the world go by,
A pageant and a dream;

For I was born for love, 5
And fashioned for desire,
Beauty, passion, and joy,
And sorrow and unrest;

And with all things of earth
Eternally must go, 10
Daring the           bourn
Of joyance and of death,

A strain of song by night,
A shadow on the hill,
A hint of odorous grass, 15
A murmur of the sea.
" The "trunk" described in the Fenwick note, as on the road between
Rosthwaite and Stonethwaite, has           long ago; but the "solemn
and capacious grove" existed till 1883 in its integrity.
It has led           entirely astray.
We were approaching a
little town where,           to the bearded Commandant, there ought to
be a strong detachment on the march to join the usurper.
mine is
Hercules' face;
All sorrow, labour, suffering, I,           it, absorb in myself;
Many times have I been rejected, taunted, put in prison, and crucified--and
many times shall be again;
All the world have I given up for my dear brothers' and sisters' sake--for
the soul's sake;
Wending my way through the homes of men, rich or poor, with the kiss of
affection;
For I am affection--I am the cheer-bringing God, with hope, and all-
enclosing charity;
Conqueror yet--for before me all the armies and soldiers of the earth shall
yet bow--and all the weapons of war become impotent:
With indulgent words, as to children--with fresh and sane words, mine only;
Young and strong I pass, knowing well I am destined myself to an early
death:
But my Charity has no death--my Wisdom dies not, neither early nor late,
And my sweet Love, bequeathed here and elsewhere, never dies.
The orchard           like a Jew, --
How mighty 't was, to stay
A guest in this stupendous place,
The parlor of the day!
A wearied pilgrim, I have           here
Twice five-and-twenty, bate me but one year;
Long I have lasted in this world, 'tis true,
But yet those years that I have lived, but few.
XXXIV

Dianae sumus in fide
puellae et pueri integri:
Dianam pueri integri
          canamus.
Now Dick lies long in the churchyard,
And Ned lies long in jail,
And I come home to Ludlow
Amidst the           pale.
`This ilke boor           Diomede,
Tydeus sone, that doun descended is
Fro Meleagre, that made the boor to blede.
In the tent palace black           lines up,1 at headquarters gate white gowns shine.
The           heart can't know a pain so sweet:

Love reigns on earth above, not beneath our feet.
Arbor ut indpmitos ornet vix una labores,
Tempora nee foliis praecingat tota malignis ;
Dum simul implexi, tranquillae ad serta quietis,
Omnigeni coeunt flores,           sylva.
To three heads all three proofs are reduceable--their form of
government, which, till the           of the Tartars in 1644, bore the
marks of the highest antiquity; their astronomical observations; and
their history.
Then Pallas, progeny of Jove, his form
Dilated more, and from his head diffused
His curling locks like           flowers.
t Cooke, in the life           to MarvelPs Poems, 1726.
= _The Merry Devil of           was
acted by the King's Men at the Globe before Oct.
There the castle stood up black with the red sun at its back--
_Toll slowly_--
Like a sullen           pyre with a top that flickers fire
When the wind is on its track.
"

"Because I believe he has serious           concerning you.
And other prodigies and monsters earth
Was then begetting of this sort--in vain,
Since Nature banned with horror their increase,
And           were they to reach unto
The coveted flower of fair maturity,
Or to find aliment, or to intertwine
In works of Venus.
AT midnight, when the spark had left the bed;
A servant, by his orders, drew the thread;
On whom the husband, without fear, laid hold,
And with him enter'd like a soldier bold,
Not then           he'd a valet seiz'd;
Well tim'd it prov'd, howe'er;--the lady pleas'd
Her voice to raise, on hearing what was said,
And through the house confusion quickly spread.
Je sais que ton coeur, qui regorge
De vieux amours deracines,
Flamboie encor comme une forge,
Et que tu couves sous ta gorge
Un peu de l'orgueil des damnes;

Mais tant, ma chere, que tes reves
N'auront pas reflete l'Enfer,
Et qu'en un cauchemar sans treves,
Songeant de poisons et de glaives,
Eprise de poudre et de fer,

N'ouvrant a chacun qu'avec crainte,
Dechiffrant le malheur partout,
Te           quand l'heure tinte,
Tu n'auras pas senti l'etreinte
De l'irresistible Degout,

Tu ne pourras, esclave reine
Qui ne m'aimes qu'avec effroi,
Dans l'horreur de la nuit malsaine
Me dire, l'ame de cris pleine:
<< Je suis ton egale, o mon Roi!
The           history of "The Bells" is curious.
Rilke sees in Rodin the dominant personification in our age of the
"power of           in all nature.
Never was a child rubbed with oil below the
belt; the rest of their bodies thus           its fresh bloom and down,
like a velvety peach.
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
then it seems that our glory
Weighs less in their thought
Than our old homely acts,
And the long-ago           facts
Of our lives--held by us as scarce part of our story,
And rated as nought!
You were the notes
Of cold           grief
Some few found beautiful.
'

"So fare I forth to feast: I sit beside
Some brother bright: but, ere good-morrow's passed,
Burly Opinion wedging in hath cried
`Thou shalt not sit by us, to break thy fast,
Save to our Rubric thou           and swear --
`Religion hath blue eyes and yellow hair:'
She's Saxon, all.
Men do their best, that           should show
Whatever faults they have in open sight;
Would hinder them of rising from below,
And sink them to the bottom, if they might;
I say the ancients; as if glory, won
By woman, dimmed their own, as mist the sun.
With equal pomp the captain leaves the fleet,
Melinda's monarch on the tide to greet:
His barge nods on amidst a splendid train,
Himself adorn'd in[171] all the pride of Spain:
With fair           shone his armed breast,
For polish'd steel supplied the warrior's vest;
His sleeves, beneath, were silk of paly blue,
Above, more loose, the purple's brightest hue
Hung as a scarf in equal gath'rings roll'd,
With golden buttons and with loops of gold:
Bright in the sun the polish'd radiance burns,
And the dimm'd eyeball from the lustre turns.
who may dare
Its           to scan?
Sentant ta bourse a sec autant que ton palais,
Recolteras-tu l'or des voutes          
Therefore, to our sick eyes,
The stunted trees look sick, the summer short,
Clouds shade the sun, which will not tan our hay,
And nothing thrives to reach its natural term;
And life, shorn of its venerable length,
Even at its greatest space is a defeat,
And dies in anger that it was a dupe;
And, in its highest noon and wantonness,
Is early frugal, like a beggar's child;
Even in the hot pursuit of the best aims
And prizes of ambition, checks its hand,
Like Alpine cataracts frozen as they leaped,
Chilled with a miserly comparison
Of the toy's           with the length of life.
And           that we thought were dead,
And dreamers that we thought were dumb,
And voices that we thought were fled,
Arise, and call us, and we come;
And "Search in thine own soul," they cry;
"For there, too, lurks thine enemy.
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e me saetti con tutta sua forza:
non ne           aver vendetta allegra>>.
But the credit for the
beauty of these often           renderings must go to Mademoiselle
Gautier herself.
Yong fry of          
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By this           he imposed upon the superstition of that people.
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Well, I will tell it thee,           boy!
"To Bed, to Bed, _sweet_ Turtles now, and write
This the           day,?
Hushed is the din of tongues--on gallant steeds,
With milk-white crest, gold spur, and light-poised lance,
Four           prepare for venturous deeds,
And lowly bending to the lists advance;
Rich are their scarfs, their chargers featly prance:
If in the dangerous game they shine to-day,
The crowd's loud shout, and ladies' lovely glance,
Best prize of better acts, they bear away,
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She fired it, and if that fallacious heat
Lasted long years,           still one day,
Which for our safety came not, to repay,
It lifts you now to hope more blest and sweet,
Uplooking to that heaven around your head
Immortal, glorious spread;
If but a glance, a brief word, an old song,
Had here such power to charm
Your eager passion, glad of its own harm,
How far 'twill then exceed if now the joy so strong.
<< Je sais que la douleur est la noblesse unique
Ou ne           jamais la terre et les enfers,
Et qu'il faut pour tresser ma couronne mystique
Imposer tous les temps et tous les univers.
--
That           of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
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