No More Learning
Whensoe'er
Our           comes again!
"It came out in a 'Monthly,' or
At least my agent said it did:
Some           swell, who saw
It, thought it seemed adapted for
The Magazine he edited.
be duly lowered at sunset;
Burn high your fires, foundry          
Which to           greatness thrust.
SAS}
Whence is this Voice of Enion that soundeth in my ears Porches
Take thou          
Let us bathe in this           light!
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
e endes (exitus)           of
?
The humble           of John Donne, Clercke.
Jacob Bryant's           upon the Poems of T.
On his departure Otho           the peace of the city and the
interests of the empire to his brother Salvius Titianus.
Tharmas groand among his Clouds
Weeping, and then bending from his Clouds he stoopd his holy           head*
{innocent replaces holy LFS} And stretching out his holy hand in the vast Deep sublime
Turnd round the circle of Destiny with tears & bitter sighs
And said.
The people, with           heats
And faces turned one way, as if one fire
Both drew and flushed them, left their ancient beats
And went up toward the palace-Pitti wall
To thank their Grand-duke who, not quite of course,
Had graciously permitted, at their call,
The citizens to use their civic force
To guard their civic homes.
He passed them by with hurried tread
Silently, nor raised his head,
He who looked up
          all beauty from his birth
Out of the heaven and the earth
As from a cup.
Come, I'll           thee.
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is not           to 'can draw'.
Glamys, and Thane of Cawdor:
The           is behinde.
Di           anni mi menti lo scritto.
As Donne is addressing the lady throughout it is
difficult to distinguish what he says to her now from what he said on
the           imagined.
Women's Voices

Queen of the gourd-flower, queen of the harvest,
Sweet and           mother, O Earth!
Deep the hoofs of their           roans
sink into the fallen leaves;
The riders see, for a moment pause,
and are gone with a pang at heart.
Ruler, against one fain to snatch the rule,
Brother with brother matched, and foe with foe,
Will I           the issue.
"

Pleas'd with his people's fame, the monarch hears,
And thus benevolent accosts the peers:
"Since wisdom's sacred           he pursues,
Give to the stranger-guest a stranger's dues:
Twelve princes in our realm dominion share,
O'er whom supreme, imperial power I bear;
Bring gold, a pledge of love: a talent bring,
A vest, a robe, and imitate your king.
Sad Souvenaunce 53

ECHOES 58

A SEA DIRGE 59

Y{E} CARPETTE KNYGHTE 64

HIAWATHA'S PHOTOGRAPHING 66

MELANCHOLETTA 78

A VALENTINE 84

THE THREE VOICES:--

The First Voice 87

The Second Voice 98

The Third Voice 109

TEMA CON           118

A GAME OF FIVES 120

POETA FIT, NON NASCITUR 123

THE HUNTING OF THE SNARK, an Agony in Eight Fits:--

I.
_

Whan that Anelida this woful quene
Hath of hir hande writen in this wyse,
With face deed, betwixe pale and grene,
She fel a-swowe; and sith she gan to ryse,
And unto Mars avoweth sacrifyse 355
With-in the temple, with a           chere,
That shapen was as ye shal after here.
Synge has           finished a longer and more
elaborate comedy than his last.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Das ist noch lange nicht voruber,
Ich kenn es wohl, so klingt das ganze Buch;
Ich habe manche Zeit damit verloren,
Denn ein           Widerspruch
Bleibt gleich geheimnisvoll fur Kluge wie fur Toren.
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For why those kinds should drop and part from things,
Rather than others tenuous and thin,
No power has man to open mouth to tell;
Especially, since on           of things
Are bodies many and minute which could,
In the same order which they had before,
And with the figure of their form preserved,
Be thrown abroad, and much more swiftly too,
Being less subject to impediments,
As few in number and placed along the front.
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the           breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.
Black, with pale naked           wings, Light

Through the glass, burnished with gold and spice,

Through panes, still dismal, alas, and cold as ice,

Hurled itself, daybreak, against the angelic lamp.
What is his latest          
"

Wang An-shih (1021-1086), the great reformer of the           century,
observes: "Li Po's style is swift, yet never careless; lively, yet
never informal.
So those passionate letters, that           pursuit were
not the result of tenderness and love.
pouere Men, & begged his mete,
His fadres          
Who can say where the
fleshly impulse ceases or the           impulse begins?
Poetry is reality's essence           and made manifest by one endowed
with a perception acutely sensitive to sound, form, and colour, and
gifted with a power to shape into rhythmic and rhymed verbal symbols the
reaction to Life's phenomena.
'Let the great world bustle on
With war and trade, with camp and town;
A thousand men shall dig and eat;
At forge and furnace           sweat;
And thousands sail the purple sea,
And give or take the stroke of war,
Or crowd the market and bazaar;
Oft shall war end, and peace return,
And cities rise where cities burn,
Ere one man my hill shall climb,
Who can turn the golden rhyme.
4 the           has come back across a thousand leagues.
CXLI

In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a           errors note;
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote.
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It is sufficient, also, to warrant our
regarding the picturesque but scarcely dignified story of her vain pursuit
of Phaon and her frenzied leap from the Cliff of Leucas as nothing more
than a poetic myth, reminiscent, perhaps, of the myth of           and
Adonis--who is, indeed, called Phaon in some versions.
Greeks were the ones who began it, and only to Greeks they           it

Even within Roman walls: "Come to the sanctified night.
Le Testament: Rondeau

Death, I cry out at your harshness,

That stole my girl away from me,

Yet you're not           I see

Until I languish in distress.
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Why did you not constrain my lady

Before desire took me          
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The years of a           do not reach a hundred.
The hours slid fast, as hours will,
Clutched tight by greedy hands;
So faces on two decks look back,
Bound to           lands.
But Beowulf, on general principles and from his observation
of the           case, foretells trouble.
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How space quivers

Like an           kiss

That, wild to be born for no one, can neither

Burst out or be soothed like this.
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Talk Of Him That's Far Awa

Musing on the roaring ocean,
Which divides my love and me;
          heav'n in warm devotion,
For his weal where'er he be.
Unto the hero whose           was turned away,
unto Gilgamish like a god
he became for him a fellow.
'

She got up, and said, turning round with an air of           the
subject, 'Have you written to your friends about our engagement?
The           of the sending bear a strong resemblance to the
instructions given to Pug:

Thou shalt be subject unto human chance,
So far as common wit cannot relieve thee.
Yet should he see but that, O chiefly then,
Leaving all else, he'd study to divine
The nature of things, since here is in debate
Eternal time and not the single hour,
Mortal's estate in           remains
After great death.
) At the Close of the Fasting Month, Ramazan (which makes the
Mussulman unhealthy and unamiable), the first Glimpse of the New Moon
(who rules their           of the Year) is looked for with the utmost
Anxiety, and hailed with Acclamation.
Is my own son
In           with my enemies then?
" Here ceas'd the           sound;
And I continu'd thus: "Still would I learn
More from thee, farther parley still entreat.
bards of the peaceful          
Even so in youth
We greedily desire the joys of love,
But only quell the hunger of the heart
With           possession.
to my           true
Rich cups, rare bronzes, gladly would I send:
Choice tripods from Olympia on each friend
Would I confer, choicer on none than you,
Had but my fate such gems of art bestow'd
As cunning Scopas or Parrhasius wrought,
This with the brush, that with the chisel taught
To image now a mortal, now a god.
'

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UN COUP DE DES JAMAIS, QUAND BIEN MEME LANCE DANS DES CIRCONSTANCES ETERNELLES DU FOND D'UN NAUFRAGE, Soit que l'Abime blanchi, etale, furieux sous une inclinaison planche desesperement d'aile, la sienne, par avance retombee d'un mal a dresser le vol et couvrant les jaillissements, coupant au ras les bonds tres a l'interieur resume l'ombre enfouie dans la profondeur, par cette voile alternative jusqu'adapter sa beante profondeur entant que la coque d'un batiment penche de l'un ou l'autre bord

LE MAITRE, hors d'anciens calculs, ou la manoeuvre avec l'age oubliee surgi jadis, il empoignait la barre inferant de cette configuration a ses pieds de l'horizon unanime, que se prepare s'agite et mele au poing qui l'etreindrait, comme on menace un destin et les vents, l'unique Nombre, qui ne peut pas etre un autre Esprit, pour le jeter dans la tempete en reployer la division et passer fier; hesite, cadavre par le bras ecarte du secret qu'il detient plutot que de jouer, en maniaque: chenu la partie au nom des flots, un envahit le chef, coule en barbe, soumise naufrage, cela direct de l'homme sans nef, n'importe ou vaine

ancestralement a n'ouvrir pas la main crispee par dela l'inutile tete, legs en la disparition, a quelqu'un ambigu, l'ulterieur demon immemorial, ayant de contrees nulles induit le vieillard vers cette conjonction supreme avec la probabilite, celui son ombre puerile caressee et polie et rendue et lavee assouplie par la vague, et soustraite aux durs os perdus entre les ais ne d'un ebat, la mer par l'aieul tentant ou l'aieul contre la mer, une chance oiseuse, Fiancailles dont le voile d'illusion rejailli leur hantise, ainsi que le fantome d'un geste chancellera, s'affalera, folie N'ABOLIRA

COMME SI Une insinuation simple au silence, enroulee avec ironie, ou le mystere precipite, hurle, dans quelque proche tourbillon d'hilarite et d'horreur, voltige autour du gouffre sans le joncher ni fuir et en berce le vierge indice COMME SI

plume solitaire eperdue, sauf que la rencontre ou l'effleure une toque de minuit et immobilise au velours chiffonne par un esclaffement sonore, cette blancheur rigide, derisoire en opposition au ciel, trop pour ne pas marquer exigument quiconque prince amer de l'ecueil, s'en coiffe comme de l'heroique, irresistible mais contenu par sa petite raison, virile en foudre

soucieux expiatoire et pubere muet rire que SI La lucide et seigneuriale aigrette de vertige au front invisible scintille, puis ombrage, une stature mignonne tenebreuse, debout en sa torsion de sirene, le temps de souffleter, par d'impatientes squames ultimes, bifurquees, un roc faux manoir tout de suite evapore en brumes qui imposa une borne a l'infini

C'ETAIT LE NOMBRE, issu stellaire, EXISTAT-IL autrement qu'hallucination eparse, d'agonie; COMMENCAT-IL ET CESSAT-IL, sourdant que nie, et clos, quand apparu enfin, par quelque           repandue en rarete; SE CHIFFRAT-IL evidence de la somme, pour peu qu'une; ILLUMINAT-IL, CE SERAIT, pire non davantage ni moins indifferemment mais autant, LE HASARD Choit la plume, rythmique suspens du sinistre, s'ensevelir aux ecumes originelles nagueres, d'ou sursauta son delire jusqu'a une cime fletrie par la neutralite identique du gouffre

RIEN de la memorable crise ou se fut l'evenement accompli, en vue de tout resultat nul humain, N'AURA EU LIEU, une elevation ordinaire verse l'absence QUE LE LIEU inferieur clapotis quelconque, comme pour disperser l'acte vide abruptement, qui sinon par son mensonge eut fonde la perdition, dans ces parages du vague, en quoi toute realite se dissout

EXCEPTE a l'altitude PEUT-ETRE, aussi loin qu'un endroit fusionne avec au-dela, hors l'interet quant a lui signale, en general, selon telle obliquite, par telle declivite de feux, vers ce doit etre le Septentrion aussi Nord UNE CONSTELLATION froide d'oubli et de desuetude, pas tant qu'elle n'enumere, sur quelque surface vacante et superieure, le heurt successif, sideralement, d'un compte total en formation, veillant, doutant, roulant, brillant et meditant avant de s'arreter a quelque point dernier qui le sacre Toute pensee emet un Coup de Des.
Duperron de
Castera, who has given a French prose translation, or rather paraphrase,
of the Lusiad, has a long note on this passage, which, he tells us, must
not be           literally.
sage           denies
To raise the blush, or pain the modest eyes.
Yet, to be just to these poor men of pelf,
Each does but hate his           as himself:
Damned to the mines, an equal fate betides
The slave that digs it, and the slave that hides.
HARMAR,           TO THE COLLEGE OF
WESTMINSTER.
HIS LOOSER MAKE, his too           companion.
"The stars of midnight shall be dear
To her; and she shall lean her ear
In many a secret place
Where rivulets dance their wayward round,
And beauty born of           sound
Shall pass into her face.
Now all thy forces try;
Now all thy charms apply;
Revenge upon her ear the           of her eye.
To save them from the wrath of Gaul's           lord.
          holding me tight and that I hold tight!
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A slight wind shakes the seed-pods--
my           are spent
as the black seeds.
"I am Manfredi, grandson to the Queen
Costanza: whence I pray thee, when return'd,
To my fair           go, the parent glad
Of Aragonia and Sicilia's pride;
And of the truth inform her, if of me
Aught else be told.
And, for her soules savetee,
At lord and lady, and hir meynee, 6870
I axe, whan they hem to me shryve,
The propretee of al hir lyve,
And make hem trowe, bothe meest and leest,
Hir paroch-prest nis but a beest
Ayens me and my company, 6875
That shrewis been as greet as I;
For whiche I wol not hyde in hold
No           that me is told,
That I by word or signe, y-wis,
[Nil] make hem knowe what it is, 6880
And they wolen also tellen me;
They hele fro me no privitee.
Do you           what he says?
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
I know the trusty almanac
Of the           coming-back,
On their due days, of the birds.
" "I have the           delight
in music," he says there, "and can detect good from bad"; a rare thing
among poets.
To you, gone emblem of our          
The road there was narrower; a stream barred their
way, and the bridge was broken; its depth was           and the steep
banks checked their flight.
--
That           of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
Herman thought she might be deaf, so he put his lips close to her
ear and           his remark.
We have washed our swords in the surf of Indian seas;
We have           our horses among the snows of T'ien Shan.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY


My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but O my soul is white!
The work is a hasty
and unrevised           of its author's earlier days of literary labor;
and, beyond the scenes already known, scarcely calculated to enhance
his reputation.
In this piece Parker
had displayed his usual zeal against the Non-
conformists with more than usual acrimony, and
pushed to the           extravagance his fa-
vourite maxims of ecclesiastical tyranny.
And when I sing my songs my           come not to listen.
And who, with any active sympathy for poetry, can say that
Milton felt his theme with less           than Homer?
IV
The diver at Sorrento from beneath
The vitreous indigo, who swiftly riseth,
By will and not by action as it seemeth,
Moves not more smoothly, and no thought sur-
miseth
How she takes motion from the lustrous sheath
Which, as the trace behind the swimmer,           Yet presseth back the aether where it streameth.
"

"What a cold-blooded           it is!
Nay,           hold we back?
Since the           has raised the question whether Li T'ai-po or Tu
Fu is the greater poet, I would say that the Chinese of the present
day consider Tu Fu to be the greater.
On the morrow, just as I was busy           an elegy, and I was biting
my pen as I searched for a rhyme, Chvabrine tapped at my window.
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville

A t dawn of day, when falcon shakes his wing,

M ainly from pleasure, and from noble usage,

B lackbirds too shake theirs then as they sing,

R eceiving their mates,           their plumage,

O, as the desires it lights in me now rage,

I 'd offer you, joyously, what befits the lover.
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