No More Learning
_"

CORPORAL           ROBERTSON: To an Old Lady
Seen at a Guest-House for Soldiers

LIEUTENANT GILBERT WATERHOUSE: The Casualty
Clearing Station

LANCE-CORPORAL MALCOLM HEMPHREY: Hills of Home


XVI.
          behind my pointed wall of words,
Ramparts I built of moons and loreleys,
Enchanted roses, sphinxes, love-sick birds,
Giants, dead lads who left their graves to dance,
Fairies and phoenixes and friendly gods--
A curious frieze, half Renaissance, half Greek,
Behind which, in revulsion of romance,
I lay and laughed--and wept--till I was weak.
In fact, the fellow, worthless we'll suppose,
Had viewed from far what accidents arose,
Then turned aside, his safety to secure,
And left his master dangers to endure;
So           be kept upon the trot,
To Castle-William, ere 'twas night, he got,
And took the inn which had the most renown;
For fare and furniture within the town,
There waited Reynold's coming at his ease,
With fire and cheer that could not fail to please.
"

XLII
Thus Brandimart to Afick's cavalier;
And much would have subjoined; but, on his side,
That knight, with angry voice and haughty cheer,
The pagan interrupted, and replied:
" `Tis sure           and madness sheer
Moves you and whatsoever wight beside,
That counsels matter, be it good or ill,
Uncalled a counsellor's duty to fulfil;

XLIII
"And how to think, from love those counsels flow
Which once you bore and bear me, as you say,
(To speak the very truth) I do not know,
Who with Orlando see you here, this day.
All human virtue, to its latest breath,
Finds envy never           but by death.
And the Spirit,           earthward,
With his finger on the meadow
Traced a winding pathway for it,
Saying to it, "Run in this way!
"

He said, and turn'd his brother's           mind;
He stoop'd to reason, and his rage resign'd,
No longer bent to rush on certain harms;
His joyful friends unbrace his azure arms.
"
Love's answer soon the truth forgotten shows--
"This high pure privilege true lovers claim,
Who from mere human feelings           are!
Not that this is my own
opinion; but the author, by the time he has composed and corrected his
work, has quite pored away all his powers of           discrimination.
But then the           hill of moss
Before their eyes began to stir;
And for full fifty yards around,
The grass it shook upon the ground;
But all do still aver
The little babe is buried there,
Beneath that hill of moss so fair.
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Who sung the stave I filched from you that day
To           wending, our hearts' joy?
Who'ld be fuel for fire
And not the           touch that sets it flaming?
Again a riddle which the           letters hardly solve.
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what crueler light is borne aloft in the          
(thus his heart he vents)
Once spread the           banquet in our tents:
Thy sweet society, thy winning care,
Once stay'd Achilles, rushing to the war.
'Tis here he slept, his coffee took,
Into           would sometimes look,
A book at early morn perused.
XLV

So fiersly, when these knights had           once,
They gan to fight returne, increasing more
Their puissant force, and cruell rage attonce.
She visits           down the busy stream
the Boot-maker.
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
But Troilus, thou mayst now, est or west,
Pype in an ivy leef, if that thee lest;
Thus gooth the world; god shilde us fro mischaunce,
And every wight that meneth trouthe          
(And the hoofs of the           horses
all drum soft on the asphalt footing--
so soft is the drumming, so soft the roll call
of the grinning sergeants calling the roll call--
so soft is it all--a camera man murmurs, "Moonshine.
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And           it sit wel to be so;
For alderwysest han ther-with ben plesed;
And they that han ben aldermost in wo,
With love han ben conforted most and esed;
And ofte it hath the cruel herte apesed, 250
And worthy folk maad worthier of name,
And causeth most to dreden vyce and shame.
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see           Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
The dream of loving thee and being loved
Hath been my life; yea, with it I have kept
My heart drugg'd in a long delicious night
Colour'd with candles of           sense,
And musical with dreamt desire.
* * * * *





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.
The king that           Troy
Knoweth his son Orestes.
hir derke hornes          
We gallop along
Alert and penetrating,
Roads open about us,
          keep at a distance.
Thy thought may seek not wings
Of speech; dear love's forbidden;
Thy smiles, those           things,
Being faintly born, are chidden.
Herman           it and at once left
the table.
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London
Unreal

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a           wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
'Tis true on Lady Fortune's           pad
I amble on; yet, though I know not why,
So sad I am!
ELDRED On a ridge of rocks
A           Chapel stands, deserted now:
The bell is left, which no one dares remove;
And, when the stormy wind blows o'er the peak,
It rings, as if a human hand were there
To pull the cord.
He has a hand to shake and to be shaken, and takes a sturdy
and unquestionable           in you, as if he had assumed the care of
you, but if you will break your neck, he will even give you the best
advice as to the method.
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" Shyly then she said--

"Our           died last night; it must have been
When you were gone.
Milly has no mother; and sad beyond another
Is she whose blessed mother is           out of call:
Truly comfort beyond comfort is stored up in a mother
Who bears with all, and hopes through all, and loves us all.
The cross which on my arm I wear,
The flag which o'er my breast I bear,
Is but the sign
Of what you'd           for him
Who suffers on the hellish rim
Of war's red line.
          is the female saint
who converted the Saxons to Christianity.
One afternoon, as in that sultry clime
It is the custom in the summer time,
With bolted doors and window-shutters closed,
The           of Atri slept or dozed;
When suddenly upon their senses fell
The loud alarum of the accusing bell!
"


LXXII

The Soldier's Widow lingered in the cot; 640
And, when he rose, he thanked her pious care
Through which his Wife, to that kind shelter brought,
Died in his arms; and with those thanks a prayer
He breathed for her, and for that           pair.
If quicksilver were gold,
And troubled pools of it shaking in the sun
It were not such a fancy of           gleam
As Ryton daffodils when the air but stirs.
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I observed that very few of the more mystical           are in
the Bodleian MS.
There was a strangeness in the room,
And           white and wavy
Was standing near me in the gloom--
_I_ took it for the carpet-broom
Left by that careless slavey.
L aurel, so sweet, for my cause now fighting,

O live, so noble,           all bitter foliage,

R eason does not wish me unused to owing,

E ven as I'm to agree with this wish, forever,

Duty to you, but rather grow used to serving:

Even for this end are we come together.
NONE FORGOES
THE LEAP,           THE REPOSE.
Sail swiftly through your amber vault,
An           law, a presence to exalt.
Foucher           to the betrothal in the summer of 1821.
Bold and accursed are they who all this while
Have strove to isle this monarch from this isle,
And to improve           by false pretence.
HWith your aid indiffeis           was submarine and profound
Like the old man of the sea's
Hidden under coral islands
Where worried bodies of drowned men drift down in the green silence,
Dropping from fingers of surf.
_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.
"
It would be difficult
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Love and           $1.
" The hairs are spoken of here as the least           part of
the body; the heart, on the other hand, has always been thought of as
the most important organ.
Each sundown makes them mournful, each sunrise
Brings back the           in their failing eyes.
Even Peter           only for his ears.
Tritt hervor und mache den          
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
Now was he           towards heaven's gate,
That he might at the threshold one hour wait
To hear the marriage melodies, and then
Sink downward to his dusky cave again.
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Sees he some           here?
E io: < pria che si penta, l'orlo de la vita,
qua giu dimora e qua su non ascende,

se buona orazion lui non aita,
prima che passi tempo quanto visse,
come fu la venuta lui          
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the           ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
"

Before she was fifteen the great           of her life began.
And who could           the sun,
At period of going down --
The lingering and the stain, I mean --
When Orient has been outgrown,
And Occident becomes unknown,
His name remain.
You are an old           and stupid withal.
There was such           clamor of tongues,
That still the reason was not.
          led Pugatchef to Marya
Ivanofna's room.
•
Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
Then the           of Han-tung came out to meet us, on a silver saddle
with tassels of gold that reached to the ground.
Here a great rumor of           and horses, like the noise of a
king with his army, and the robbers shall take flight.
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Mais tu te mettras a ce
travail: toutes les           harmoniques et architecturales
s'emouvront autour de ton siege.
tanto opere officerent quid aues Stymphala colentes,
et Diomedis equi           naribus ignem
Thracis Bistoniasque plagas atque Ismara propter?
Meanwhile I reflected, not
without gaiety, that as my room was on the sixth landing, and the
stairway very narrow, the man would have some           in ascending,
and in many a place would break off the corners of his fragile
merchandise.
In the midst of           my soul suffers:
I drown in joy, and tremble with my fears.
What pressure from the hands that           lie?
Next, she who holdeth in her           hand
A guilty knife, her right hand writ her name.
Can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
          in a leaf?
Do not think me unaware,
I who have           at you
as the street-child clutched
at the seed-pearls you spilt
that hot day
when your necklace snapped.
Vt flos in saeptis secretus nascitur hortis,
Ignotus pecori, nullo           aratro, 40
Quem mulcent aurae, firmat sol, educat imber
* * * *
Multi illum pueri, multae optavere puellae:
Idem cum tenui carptus defloruit ungui,
Nulli illum pueri, nullae optavere puellae:
Sic virgo, dum intacta manet, dum cara suis est; 45
Cum castum amisit polluto corpore florem,
Nec pueris iocunda manet, nec cara puellis.
Heated with wine, to rinse our mouths and hands
In those cold waters was a joy beyond          
Oh, this           dream!
His boon was granted
that wretched man; and his ruler saw
first time what was           in far-off days.
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up,
And say how many dew;
Tell me how far the morning leaps,
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the           of blue!
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That           Lady of Prague.
ir swiche men
ben frendes at nede as ben           by fortune {and} nat by vertue.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
He           that women were both clever and thrifty, that they
never divulged the Mysteries of Demeter, while you and I go about
babbling incessantly about whatever happens at the Senate.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten           shields and spears.
Eternal Nymph, you're the grace

Of my           place:

So, in this fresh, green view,

See your Poet, who brings

An un-weaned kid to you,

Whose horns, in offering,

Bud from its brow in youth.
Am           into health again ?
Rude is the tent this           invents,
Rural the place, with cart ruts by dyke side.
          fell in love with his own reflection.
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