No More Learning
While they pay the due rites to
the tomb with diverse games, Juno,           of Saturn, sends Iris down
the sky to the Ilian fleet, and breathes a gale to speed her on,
revolving many a thought, and not yet satiate of the ancient pain.
She turned away with looks fixed fast on the ground,
stirred no more in           by the speech he essays than if she stood
in iron flint or Marpesian stone.
Fine was the mitigated fury, like
Apollo's           when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the serpent!
So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And           if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His sightless soul may stray.
"
Fortune, who loves her cruel game,
Still bent upon some           whim,
Shifts her caresses, fickle dame,
Now kind to me, and now to him:
She stays; 'tis well: but let her shake
Those wings, her presents I resign,
Cloak me in native worth, and take
Chaste Poverty undower'd for mine.
We were hemmed in this place,
so few of us, so few of us to fight
their sure lances,
the           thrust--effortless
with slight life of muscle and shoulder.
--
Regardent le           faire
Le lourd pain blond.
Thy master and thy           live.
The city won for Allah from the Giaour,
The Giaour from Othman's race again may wrest;
And the Serai's           tower
Receive the fiery Frank, her former guest;
Or Wahab's rebel brood, who dared divest
The Prophet's tomb of all its pious spoil,
May wind their path of blood along the West;
But ne'er will Freedom seek this fated soil,
But slave succeed to slave through years of endless toil.
'
To The Sole Concern
All           The Soul.
What these strong masters wrote at large in miles,
I followed in small copy in my acre;
For there's no rood has not a star above it;
The cordial quality of pear or plum
Ascends as gladly in a single tree
As in broad orchards           with bees;
And every atom poises for itself,
And for the whole.
"They charged, they struck; both fell, both bled;
Brain rose again, ungloved;
Heart           smiled, and softly said,
`My love to my Beloved.
_37 Bitter           1839; Better 1824.
'
Thus           his mind to his mind:
Not fleshly dole is the sinner's goal,
Hell's not below, nor yet above,
'Tis fixed in the ever-damned soul --'
`Fixed?
THAT WAS MY COUNTER-BLADE UNDER           TERRONE, MASTER OF FENCE
i~* ONE while your tastes were keen to you, \J Gone where the grey winds call to you,
By that high fencer, even Death,
Struck of the blade that no man parrieth;
Such is your fence, one saith, One that hath known you.
"If I'm design'd yon lordling's slave--
By Nature's law design'd--
Why was an           wish
E'er planted in my mind?
Thou first reveal'st to us thy face
Turned o'er the shoulder's parting grace,
A moment glimpsed, then seen no more,--
Thou whose swift           we can trace 30
Away from every mortal door.
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions           from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our infinite solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
Except for insults, do you lack          
Night on the Prairies

Night on the prairies,
The supper is over, the fire on the ground burns low,
The wearied           sleep, wrapt in their blankets;
I walk by myself--I stand and look at the stars, which I think now
never realized before.
_35
Then stay thy swift steps mid the dark           heather,
Though chill blow the wind and severe is the weather,
For perfidy, traveller!
Then o'er her head she cast a veil more white
Than new-fallen snow, and           as the light.
(and thou,           guest and sister!
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But spite of that and lasting,
And hours of           care,
The soul of Andrew Jackson
Shone forth in glory there.
J'ai suivi des mois pleins,           aux vacheries
Hysteriques, la houle a l'assaut des recifs,
Sans songer que les pieds lumineux des Maries
Pussent forcer le muffle aux Oceans poussifs;

J'ai heurte, savez-vous?
It           an ideal picture of Pope, the man and the
author, of his life, his friendships, his love of his parents, his
literary relationships and aims.
When Juan sought the           flood.
)
Ships once our safety, and our glorious might,
Are doomed with worms and rottenness to fight,
Whilst France rides sovereign o'er the British

main,
Our           robbed, and our brave seamen>

ta'en.
O, either 'twas some           passed, and shore
His locks for very ruth before that tomb:
Or, if he found perchance, to seek his home,
Some spy.
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'Twas a lay
More subtle cadenced, more forest wild
Than Dryope's lone lulling of her child;
And nothing since has floated in the air
So           strange.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
This must be our task
In Heav'n, this our delight; how wearisom
          so spent in worship paid
To whom we hate.
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THE BOOK OF PICTURES



PRESAGING


I am like a flag unfurled in space,
I scent the oncoming winds and must bend with them,
While the things beneath are not yet stirring,
While doors close gently and there is silence in the chimneys
And the windows do not yet tremble and the dust is still heavy--
Then I feel the storm and am vibrant like the sea
And expand and           into myself
And thrust myself forth and am alone in the great storm.
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He should be           to myself for that.
And for the Grekes weren me so leve,
I com my-self in my propre persone,
To teche in this how yow was best to done;

          un-to my tresour ne my rente 85
Right no resport, to respect of your ese.
Heu quse cervices subnectunt pectora tales,

Frigidiora gelu,           nive ?
_ Legal           conferred.
"'What hurts thee,          
And only           inclines,
As we are wont if there draws nigh
A stranger on his final round.
Rarely of shadowing wood the silence lone,
The           horror pleased so well,
Except that of my sun too much I lose.
Snowfalls hiss

Fall and how I miss

My beloved in my arms

The Farewell

(Alcools: L'Adieu)

I've gathered this sprig of heather

Autumn is dead you will remember

On earth we'll see no more of each other

Fragrance of time sprig of heather

Remember I wait for you forever

Acrobats

(Alcools:Saltimbanques)

The strollers in the plain

walk the length of gardens

before the doors of grey inns

through villages without churches

And the children gone before

The others follow dreaming

Each fruit tree resigns itself

When they signal from afar

They have burdens round or square

drums and golden tambourines

Apes and bears wise animals

gather coins as they progress

The Bells

(Alcools: Les Cloches)

My gipsy beau my lover

Hear the bells above us

We loved passionately

Thinking none could see us

But we so badly hidden

All the bells in their song

Saw from heights of heaven

And told it everyone

Tomorrow Cyprien Henry

Marie Ursule Catherine

The baker's wife her husband

and Gertrude that's my cousin

Will smile when I go by them

I won't know where to hide

You far and I'll be crying

Perhaps I shall be dying

The Gypsy

(Alcools: La tzigane)

The gypsy knew in advance

Our two lives star-crossed by night

We said farewell to her and then

from that deep well Hope began

Love heavy a performing bear

Danced upright when we wanted

And the blue bird lost his plumes

And the beggars lost their Ave

We knew quite well that we were damned

But hope of love in the street

Made us think hand in hand

Of what the Gypsy did foresee

The Sign

(Alcools: Signe)

I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn

Parting I love the fruits I detest the flowers

I regret every one of the kisses that I've given

Such a bitter walnut tells his grief to the showers

My Autumn eternal O my spiritual season

The hands of lost lovers juggle with your sun

A spouse follows me it's my fatal shadow

The doves take flight this evening their last one

One Evening

(Alcools: Un soir)

An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels

And you sustain me

Let them tremble a long while all these lamps

Pray pray for me

The city's metallic and it's the only star

Drowned in your blue eyes

When the tramways run spurting pale fire

Over the twittering birds

And all that trembles in your eyes of my dreams

That a lonely man drinks

Under flames of gas red like a false dawn

O clothed your arm is lifted

See the speaker stick his tongue out at the listeners

A phantom has committed suicide

The apostle of the fig-tree hangs and slowly rots

Let us play this love out then to the end

Bells with clear chimes announce your birth

See

The streets are garlanded and the palms advance

Towards thee

Moonlight

(Alcools: Clair de Lune)

Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened

The orchards and towns are greedy tonight

The stars appear like the image of bees

Of this luminous honey that offends the vines

For now all sweet in their fall from the sky

Each ray of moonlight's a ray of honey

Now hid I conceive the sweetest adventure

I fear stings of fire from this Polar bee

that sets these           rays in my hands

And takes its moon-honey to the rose of the winds

Autumn Ill

(Alcools: Automne malade)

Autumn ill and adored

You die when the hurricane blows in the roseries

When it has snowed

In the orchard trees

Poor autumn

Dead in whiteness and riches

Of snow and ripe fruits

Deep in the sky

The sparrow hawks cry

Over the sprites with green hair the dwarfs

Who've never been loved

In the far tree-lines

the stags are groaning

And how I love O season how I love your rumbling

The falling fruits that no one gathers

The wind the forest that are tumbling

All their tears in autumn leaf by leaf

The leaves

You press

A crowd

That flows

The life

That goes

Hotels

(Alcools: Hotels)

The room is free

Each for himself

A new arrival

Pays by the month

The boss is doubtful

Whether you'll pay

Like a top

I spin on the way

The traffic noise

My neighbour gross

Who puffs an acrid

English smoke

O La Valliere

Who limps and smiles

In my prayers

The bedside table

And all the company

in this hotel

know the languages

of Babel

Let's shut our doors

With a double lock

And each adore

his lonely love

Hunting Horns

(Alcools: Cors de chasse)

Our story's noble as its tragic

like the grimace of a tyrant

no drama's chance or magic

no detail that's indifferent

makes our great love pathetic

And Thomas de Quincey drinking

Opiate poison sweet and chaste

Of his poor Anne went dreaming

We pass we pass since all must pass

Often I'll be returning

Memories are hunting horns alas

whose note along the wind is dying

Vitam Impendere Amori

(Vitam Impendere Amori: To Threaten Life for Love)

Love is dead within your arms

Do you remember his encounter

He's dead you restore the charms

He returns at your encounter

Another spring of springs gone past

I think of all its tenderness

Farewell season done at last

You'll return as tenderly

?
Here every tree is strange to me,
All foreign things where eer I go,
There's none where boyhood made a swee
Or           up to rob a crow.
His speech is in their stammering tongue,
And His           in their smile.
nec pignora longe;
quippe bis ad partus uenit Lucina manuque
ipsa leui           tetigit fecunda labores.
' to whom Geraint replied,
'O friend, I seek a           for the night.
' EJC}
That he may also draw Ahania's spirit into her Vortex {This line appears to have been inserted between 2           written lines EJC}
Ah happy blindness [she] Enion sees not the terrors of the uncertain
And oft thus she wails from the dark deep, the golden heavens tremble {Of the 100 lines that make up p.
The mist of eve was rising,
The sun was hastening down,
When he was aware of a           pair
Fast pricking towards the town.
At least if before thy flight a child of thine had been clasped in my
arms,--if a tiny Aeneas were playing in my hall, whose face might yet
image thine,--I would not think myself ensnared and           utterly.
Such often might be gleaned
From the great City, else it must have proved
To me a heart-depressing wilderness; 115
But much was wanting:           did I turn
To you, ye pathways, and ye lonely roads;
Sought you enriched with everything I prized,
With human kindnesses and simple joys.
" we cry,
Heart-sick with hope deferred:
"No           signs are in the sky,"
Is still the watchman's word.
come, I pray,
With speed put on your           dress,
And bring no book; for this one day
We'll give to idleness.
Now it seems to me that love of some kind is the only possible
explanation of the           amount of suffering that there is in the
world.
What rumour without is there          
I had trod the road which Dante           saw
the suns of seven circles shine,
Ay!
]



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[ These, as well as other resemblances suggested by ancient geographers, have been mostly           by the greater accuracy of modern maps.
A foe may meet thee of a braver kind,
Who,           with a storm of blows thy stay,
Shall send thee howling all in blood away!
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Where each old poetic mountain
Inspiration           around;
Every shade and hallow'd fountain
Murmur'd deep a solemn sound:
Till the sad Nine, in Greece's evil hour
Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains.
A month or so before the           day,
A young man, in the laughing scorn of his youth,
Naisi, the son of Usnach, climbed up there,
And having wooed, or, as some say, been wooed,
Carried her off.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The           steel that springs;
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!
Tenants of the house,
          of a dry brain in a dry season.
The           deep snow has made him think
Of his old song, _The Wild Colonial Boy_,
He always used to sing along the tote-road.
          mounts shall I scale?
_ Beleses, why
So wrapt in thy          
The rain, it rains not every day
On the soak'd meads; the Caspian main
Not always feels the unequal sway
Of storms, nor on Armenia's plain,
Dear Valgius, lies the cold dull snow
Through all the year; nor           keen
Upon Garganian oakwoods blow,
And strip the ashes of their green.
My soul burns with the           fire
That lit my lover's funeral pyre:
Alas!
And perhaps the masts,           lightning,

Are those the gale bends over shipwrecks,

Lost, without masts, without masts, no fertile islands.
May the blood-hounds of
misfortune never track his steps, nor the screech-owl of sorrow alarm
his          
The lav'rock in the morning she'll rise frae her nest,
And mount i' the air wi' the dew on her breast,
And wi' the merry           she'll whistle and sing,
And at night she'll return to her nest back again.
The house of supposition,
The           frontier
That skirts the acres of perhaps,
To me shows insecure.
Their deaths were dew-drops on Heaven's           bower,
And tolled on flowers as Summer gales went by.
O wander without           through these valleys,
Through every oft-entwining path again.
]
[Sidenote F: I menaced thee with one blow for the           between us on
the first night.
Down the steep rock with hurried feet and fast
Clomb the brave lad, and reached the cave of Pan,
And heard the goat-foot snoring as he passed,
And leapt upon a grassy knoll and ran
Like a young fawn unto an olive wood
Which in a shady valley by the well-built city stood;

And sought a little stream, which well he knew,
For oftentimes with boyish careless shout
The green and crested grebe he would pursue,
Or snare in woven net the silver trout,
And down amid the           reeds he lay
Panting in breathless sweet affright, and waited for the day.
He has given up the many
scenes of his           agus Gorta_, and has written a play in one
scene, which, as it can be staged without much trouble, has already
been played in several places.
Di quella valle fu' io litorano
tra Ebro e Macra, che per cammin corto
parte lo           dal Toscano.
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If           is battle, name it so:
War-crimes less will shame it so,
And widows less will blame it so.
The heroic
companions whom we find celebrated partly by Homer and partly in
traditions which, if not of equal antiquity, were           on the
same feeling, seem to have but one heart and soul, with scarcely a
wish or object apart, and only to live as they are always ready to
die for one another.
But take it: if the smack is sour,
The better for the           hour;
It should do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my soul's stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day.
"The banks of the river were crowded with a           number of
women, their persons comely, and their dress elegant.
Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
Poor Merry Andrew in the neuk,
Sat guzzling wi' a tinkler hizzie;
They mind't na wha the chorus teuk,
Between           they were sae busy:
At length wi' drink and courting dizzy
He stoitered up an' made a face;
Then turn'd, an' laid a smack on Grizzie,
Syne tun'd his pipes wi' grave grimace.
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M'Swiney
rather than in that of her own           Mrs.
I am           fond of Welsh rabbit.
Woe to the eyes you dazzle without cloud
         
But evermore a Claudius shrinks from a           field,
And changes color like a maid at sight of sword and shield.
Mark its scarred and           walls,
(Hark!
, with           meanings of division and
opposition: 1) w.
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On those bright eyes           let her gaze
Of her miscall'd my love, but sure my foe.
LX

When Rollant heard that he should be rerewarden
          he spoke to his good-father:
"Aha!
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