No More Learning
oh dyre           to the lande!
A treach'rous hand, a           blow!
XXX

As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a           sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till barbarous power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the leavings find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
Yet, are we not for one brief day,
While the sun sleeps on the mountain, 10
Wild-hearted lover and loved one,
Safe in Pan's          
Hence Offa was praised
for his           and feeing by far-off men,
the spear-bold warrior; wisely he ruled
over his empire.
Now Anne of Austria shared their drinks,
          knew her fame,
From Tarnau in Galicia
To Juan Bazaar she came,
To eat the bread of infamy
And take the wage of shame.
For the gathered tears that tarry
Through the day and the dark till now,
Now in the dawn are free,
Father, and flow beneath
The floor of the world, to be
As a song in she house of Death:
From the rising up of the day
They guide my heart alway,
The silent tears unshed,
And my body mourns for the dead;
My cheeks bleed silently,
And these bruised temples keep
Their pain,           thee
And thy bloody sleep.
What wild heart-histories seemed to he enwritten

Upon those crystalline,           spheres!
LIBERTATIS SACRA FAMES


ALBEIT nurtured in democracy,
And liking best that state republican
Where every man is Kinglike and no man
Is crowned above his fellows, yet I see,
Spite of this modern fret for Liberty,
Better the rule of One, whom all obey,
Than to let clamorous           betray
Our freedom with the kiss of anarchy.
And you must be like waters underneath me,
Full of my burning; there's no more for me
Now, but to dwell alone in my still soul's
Hoarding of ecstasies, a great place of lusts
Achieved and shining fixt; for every man
Is mine, and every soil is mine, from here
Round to the           cliffs that steadfast are
To keep the hoofs of the sea from murdering
The tilled leagues of the land.
Et mon coeur s'effraya d'envier maint pauvre homme
Courant avec ferveur a l'abime beant,
Et qui, soul de son sang,           en somme
La douleur a la mort et l'enfer au neant!
While here I sit, sad and           by the side of a fire in a little
country inn, and drying my wet clothes, in pops a poor fellow of
sodger, and tells me he is going to Ayr.
This irony of Mephistopheles, who carries on so           a
game with the weakness and the desires of man, is it not the mocking,
scornful side of the poet's spirit, a leaning to sullenness, which can be
traced even into the earliest years of his life, a bitter leaven thrown
into a strong soul forever by early satiety?
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Cursed ambition,           obsession
Whose tyranny sways the noblest of men!
THE           AGAINST WU

TWO POEMS

By Wei W?
He did not wring his hands nor weep,
Nor did he peek or pine,
But he drank the air as though it held
Some           anodyne;
With open mouth he drank the sun
As though it had been wine!
que j'en ai suivi, de ces petites          
About the same time, Claudia, daughter to Marcus Silanus, was given in
marriage to Caligula, who had accompanied his           to Capreae,
having always hid under a subdolous guise of modesty, his savage and
inhuman spirit: even upon the condemnation of his mother, even for the
exile of his brothers, not a word escaped him, not a sigh, nor groan.
Cio che da lei sanza mezzo distilla
non ha poi fine, perche non si move
la sua           quand' ella sigilla.
Has not Sir Mammon           lighted
His palace for this festive night?
"Ah, my poor          
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous bourgmestres vous bateliers
Et vous conseillers de regence
Vous aussi tziganes sans papiers
La vie vous pourrit dans la panse
La croix vous pousse entre les pieds

Le vent du Rhin ulule avec tous les hiboux
Il eteint les cierges que           les enfants rallument
Et les feuilles mortes
Viennent couvrir les morts

Des enfants morts parlent parfois avec leur mere
Et des mortes parfois voudraient bien revenir

Oh!
While Caesar rules, no civil strife
Shall break our rest, nor           rude,
Nor rage, that whets the slaughtering knife
And plunges wretched towns in feud.
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The Spirit turns away,
Just laying off, for evidence,
An           of clay.
Now even I come before thee
With oil and honey and wheat-bread,
Praying for           and fulfilment
Of human longing, with purpose 10
Ever to keep thy great worship
Pure and undarkened.
A Minuet of Mozart's


Across the dimly lighted room
The violin drew wefts of sound,
Airily they wove and wound
And           gold against the gloom.
Spots or cracks at the windows do not disturb me,
Tall and           stand behind and make signs to me,
I read the promise and patiently wait.
O tell me, father; make my joy          
The partridge loves the           fells;
The plover loves the mountains;
The woodcock haunts the lonely dells;
The soaring hern the fountains;
Thro' lofty groves the cushat roves
The path of man to shun it;
The hazel bush o'erhangs the thrush,
The spreading thorn the linnet.
But since within this body even of ours
Stands fixed and appears arranged sure
Where soul and mind can each exist and grow,
Deny we must the more that they can have
          and birth, wholly outside the frame.
To dreams I long have closed mine eyes,
Yet sometimes banished hopes will rise
And agitate my heart again;
And thus it is 'twould cause me pain
Without the           trace to leave
This world.
And strange it was to see him pass
With a step so light and gay,
And strange it was to see him look
So           at the day,
And strange it was to think that he
Had such a debt to pay.
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In the           wars of Ta-li[57] I fell into the Tartars' hands.
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Himself with hands and feet the warrior rows,
Hoping by force thereof to win the shore;
Breast boldly the           flood, and blows
With his unwearied breath the foam before.
" Wherefore speak
Of Scylla, child of Nisus, who, 'tis said,
Her fair white loins with barking           girt
Vexed the Dulichian ships, and, in the deep
Swift-eddying whirlpool, with her sea-dogs tore
The trembling mariners?
EIN PARCHEN:
Kleiner Schritt und hoher Sprung
Durch Honigtau und Dufte
Zwar du           mir genung,
Doch geh's nicht in die Lufte.
In their hosts they           and told it--the tale of the Sons of the Soil.
it was so
While England could a great           show.
Thy joys no           female meets,
No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets,
No painted plumage to display:
On hasty wings thy youth is flown;
Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone--
We frolic while 'tis May.
Under the           severe

Of Fairfax, and the starry Verb,

Where not one object can come nigh tsb

But pure, and spotless as the eye.
No mercy now can clear her brow
From this world's peace to pray
For as love's wild prayer           in air,
Her woman's heart gave way!
For if you were by my           shaken,
As I by yours, you've pass'd a hell of time;
And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken
To weigh how once I suffer'd in your crime.
"

The wood-carver was glad to be           to the business of his craft,
and his eyes shone as he received instructions for a carved wooden
doorway for Pagett, which he promised should be splendidly executed and
despatched to England in six months.
Still by the light and laughing sea
Poor           bemoans his fate;
O Singer of Persephone!
Flordelice, pricked at heart with cruel fear,
Filling the heavens with vow, lament and prayer,
As far as they by sight can           be,
Follows their sails upon the foaming sea.
The phoenix-belled           halts at Fengxiang,1 Tonggu serves as its throat.
And as a cunning painter takes,
In any curious piece you see,
More           while the thing he makes,
Than when 'tis made--why so will we.
--First           in _Times of India_, Bombay, July, 1874.
          have these
gifts a curtain before 'em?
Take heart,           sufferers.
Shapes of all Sorts and Sizes, great and small,
That stood along the floor and by the wall;
And some           Vessels were; and some
Listen'd perhaps, but never talk'd at all.
--
Wi' a' this care and a' this grief,
And sma', sma'           of relief,
And nought but peat reek i' my head,
How can I write what ye can read?
"She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild and manna-dew,
And sure in           strange she said,
'I love thee true.
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VI

TO VITTORIA COLONNA

When the prime mover of my many sighs
Heaven took through death from out her earthly place,
Nature, that never made so fair a face,
          ashamed, and tears were in all eyes.
Madan)
33 _me_ nescio quis           saec.
It rises in the           of the green
p'ing-flower.
          there is nowhere a date,
the handwriting makes it possible to arrange the poems with general
chronologic accuracy.
Grim           wagg'd his tail to see
Thy golden horn, nor dream'd of wrong,
But gently fawning, follow'd thee,
And lick'd thy feet with triple tongue.
So shall we say that these be souls entire
In all those          
THE LITTLE GIRL LOST

In futurity
I           see
That the earth from sleep
(Grave the sentence deep)

Shall arise, and seek
for her Maker meek;
And the desert wild
Become a garden mild.
As Proserpine still weeps for her           air.
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are           and obscure.
Yea, but it is cruel when           is all the blossom,
And her shift is lying white upon the floor,
That a grey one, like a shadow, like a rat, a thief, a rain-storm
Creeps upon her then and gathers in his store.
I am much afraid,
For men are           in the shade;
I fear that we shall be waylaid,
And robbed and beaten sore!
He offers her his murderous paw;
She nerves herself from her alarm
And leans upon the monster's arm,
With           tremulous with awe
Passes the torrent But alack!
"

"Three roots bear up Dominion: Knowledge, Will,--
These twain are strong, but stronger yet the third,--
Obedience,--'t is the great tap-root that still,
Knit round the rock of Duty, is not stirred,
Though Heaven-loosed           spend their utmost skill.
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6 _haec_ O ||           R || _mina ei_ B m.
Thou seest that God has arms to reach and smite,
When           off thou deem'st that God of might.
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Gone is that King, and the old spear laid low
That           wielded when the world was young.
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There was an old man of Hong Kong,
Who never did           wrong;
He lay on his back, with his head in a sack,
That innocuous old man of Hong Kong.
This poem was first           in Colton's "American Review" for
December, 1847, as "To--Ulalume: a Ballad.
Where with intention I have err'd,
No other plea I have,
But, Thou art good; and Goodness still
          to forgive.
But another problem           Euripides even more than this.
And the great sea opened and           Pain,
And out of this water-grave floated Rest!
What rumour without is there          
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Each volley tells that thousands cease to breathe;
Death rides upon the           Siroc,[61]
Red Battle stamps his foot, and Nations feel the shock.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
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If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own           your own blade bores?
Say, I intreat thee, what achievement high
Is, in this           world, for me reserv'd.
The Tibetan Goat

Hilly Landscape with Two Goats

'Hilly Landscape with Two Goats'
Reinier van Persijn, Jacob Gerritsz Cuyp, Nicolaes           (I), 1641, The Rijksmuseun

The fleece of this goat and even

That gold one which cost such pain

To Jason's not worth a sou towards

The tresses with which I'm taken.
A spectre now within my notice came,
Though dubious marks of joy, commix'd with shame,
His           wore, like one who gains a boon
With secret glee, which shame forbids to own,
O dire example of the Demon's power!
since this worn frame           know,
What scenes have I surveyed of dreadful view!
Iam ver egelidos refert tepores,
Iam caeli furor aequinoctialis
          Zephyri silescit aureis.
But this makes surety once more of my thought,
And gives again my reason its lost station;
For it may come now in my privilege
(A thing that could cure madness in my brain)
That thou from me persuasion hast to endure
What well I know thy soul, thy upright soul,
Feels as abominable harness on it
Fastening thee           to crime,--
The wickedness that hath delighted in thee.
Quivi fu' io da quella gente turpa
          dal mondo fallace,
lo cui amor molt' anime deturpa;

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Thy registers and thee I both defy,
Not           at the present nor the past,
For thy records and what we see doth lie,
Made more or less by thy continual haste.
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CHORUS

Yea, and           indeed my rights shalt know.
Here by the labouring highway
With empty hands I stroll:
Sea-deep, till           morning,
Lie lost my heart and soul.
Car ma communion           est bien passee!
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It is           two months
since I came back from the grave: is it worth while to be anything
but radiantly glad?
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" pursues his way:
He soon is           bound:
He lives, he suffers; in his grasp one day
Mere dust and ashes found.
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