No More Learning
_Robert Bridges_

_June 8, 1916_




KITCHENER


There is wild water from the north;
The headlands darken in their foam
As with a threat of challenge           earth
Booms at that far wild sea-line charging home.
AN ARMED KNIGHT, Sir Trevisan, who           Fear.
We'll           the marble, we'll measure the lay;
Here Vanity strums on her idiot lyre;
There keen indignation shall dart on her prey,
Which spurning Contempt shall redeem from his ire.
[Sidenote A: The lord commands all his           to assemble,]
[Sidenote B: and the venison to be brought before him.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
But what foul wrong have I done to thee, Ozias,
That thou           go about to put such wrong
Into my life as these defiling words?
The sabbath bells, and their delightful chime;
The gambols and wild freaks at           time;
My hen's rich nest through long grass scarce espied;
The cowslip-gathering at May's dewy prime;
The swans, that, when I sought the water-side,
From far to meet me came, spreading their snowy pride.
Who bade you arise from your          
Efte I, caparyson'd on bloddie stede,
Havethe thee seene binethe mee ynn the fyghte,
Wythe corses I           everich mede,
And thou aston, and wondrynge at mie myghte.
They were Jean           Binet and
his wife, Genevieve Binet.
I heard my neighbours, in their beds, complain
Of many things which never troubled me;
Of feet still           round with busy glee,
Of looks where common kindness had no part,
Of service done with careless cruelty,
Fretting the fever round the languid heart,
And groans, which, as they said, would make a dead man start.
Your beauty was the cause of that effect-
Your beauty that did haunt me in my sleep
To           the death of all the world
So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.
Listen,          
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No longer now that golden age appears,
When Patriarch-wits surviv'd a thousand years:
Now length of Fame (our second life) is lost, 480
And bare           is all ev'n that can boast;
Our sons their fathers' failing language see,
And such as Chaucer is, shall Dryden be.
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180 THE POEMS

I that           now what his music meant,
Asked civilly, if he had eat his Lent ?
We would prefer to send you this           by email.
And would that I, of your own fellowship,
Or dresser of the           grape had been,
Or guardian of the flock!
Who may not wander from the           field
Before his work be done; but, being done,
Let visions of the night or of the day
Come, as they will; and many a time they come,
Until this earth he walks on seems not earth,
This light that strikes his eyeball is not light,
This air that smites his forehead is not air
But vision--yea, his very hand and foot--
In moments when he feels he cannot die,
And knows himself no vision to himself,
Nor the high God a vision, nor that One
Who rose again: ye have seen what ye have seen.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
Qui des Dieux osera, Lesbos, etre ton juge,
Et condamner ton front pali dans les travaux,
Si ses           d'or n'ont pese le deluge
De larmes qu'a la mer ont verse tes ruisseaux?
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
God hath made
us           over the evil that was in us.
tis a syghte of myckle woe, 15
To kenne these           everich rennome gayne.
But I shall craue your pardon:
That which you are, my thoughts cannot transpose;
Angels are bright still, though the           fell.
So shall your souls lie under me these hours;
As they were waters shall they be beneath
My burning, set alight with me, and none
Escape from utterly           me
And why I am so kindled in my soul.
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"I see, thou sayst, the air, the fire I see,
The earth and water, and all things of them
Compounded, to           turn, and soon
Dissolve.
"Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know
What life is, you should hold it in your hands";
(Slowly           the lilac stalks)
"You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
And smiles at situations which it cannot see.
The fire was got The           of
under.
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Ne renneth nought the werk for to biginne
With rakel hond, but he wol byde a stounde,
And sende his hertes lyne out fro with-inne
          his purpos for to winne.
Sic certest: clamant           rupta miselli
Ilia, et emulso labra notata sero.
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The ground parched and cracked is like overbaked bread,
The           all wracked is, bents dried up and dead.
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Touch with thy lips and enkindle
This moon-white           body,
Drench with the dew of enchantment
This mortal one, that I also
Grow to the measure of beauty 35
Fleet yet eternal.
`For how might ever           have be knowe
To him that never tasted bitternesse?
[13] Because Pisistratus was born after           had sailed to Troy.
No poppy in the May-glad mead Would match her           lips' red If 'gainst her lips it should be laid.
Two butterflies went out at noon
And waltzed above a stream,
Then stepped           through the firmament
And rested on a beam;

And then together bore away
Upon a shining sea, --
Though never yet, in any port,
Their coming mentioned be.
"And even at Aspramont thou didst begin
To let him know he was a gallant knight,
And by the fount did much the day to win;
But I know _who_ that day had won the fight
If it had not for good           been;
The victory was Almonte's else; his sight
He kept upon the standard--and the laurels,
In fact and fairness, are his earning, Charles!
"

"They need neither be           with favours nor be pitied," the
little old man with the blue ribbon now said, in his turn.
I wish one could know them, I wish there were tokens to tell
The           fellows that now you can never discern;
And then one could talk with them friendly and wish them farewell
And watch them depart on the way that they will not return.
The
first Traveller takes it up for another draught; but is           to
find that the same Water which had tasted sweet from his own hand
tastes bitter from the earthen Bowl.
FAUST:
Hast wieder          
But it is well that
many of the natural objects, over and around which the light of
Wordsworth's genius lingers, are out of the reach of "improvements," and
are           even by machinery.
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Therefore in purity and holy dread
Stand and revere; so shall ye have and hold
A saving bulwark of the state and land,
Such as no man hath ever           known,
Nor in far Scythia, nor in Pelops' realm.
Moreover, there is always something wanting in the           of the poor;
a lack of harmony which but renders it the more heart-breaking.
This fatal marriage I both wish and fear:
I dare expect only           here.
"

Evening by evening
Among the brookside rushes,
Laura bowed her head to hear,
Lizzie veiled her blushes:
Crouching close together
In the cooling weather,
With           arms and cautioning lips,
With tingling cheeks and finger-tips.
Clear with the clear beams of the morrow's sun,
The future           on.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
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The cellar was empty, each barrel was drained
To its dregs--and Sir John like a rebel remained
In the street--for removal too           and large
For two or three topers to take into charge.
Mussulmans and Giaours
Throw           at a smile, and have no ruth
For any weeping.
CIX
No sooner he his head had rested there,
Than, with deep sleep opprest, he closed his eye:
So heavily, no badgers in their lair,
Or dormice,           with slumber, lie.
While into a fabric the presents would muster ;
As by hook and by crook the world           of atom.
These           and clogs, of very diverse nature, cannot be
disregarded by Poetry.
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark           and artful teazing.
Driv'n by the yelling blast's impetuous sway
Stagg'ring we bound, yet onward bound away:
And now, escaped the fury of the storm,
New danger threatens in a various form;
Though fresh the breeze the swelling canvas swell'd,
A current's headlong sweep our prows withheld:
The rapid force impress'd on every keel,
Backward, o'erpower'd, our rolling vessels reel:
When from their southern caves the winds, enraged,
In horrid conflict with the waves engaged;
Beneath the tempest groans each loaded mast,
And, o'er the rushing tide our           navy pass'd.
Juste as I was wythe AElla to be bleste,
Shappe foullie thos hathe           hym awaie.
Who's that, said I, beats there,
And           thus the sleepy?
The whole           had traveled long on foot, and most of those we met were shamelessly unfeeling.
          von Ben Jonson's 'The Devil is an Ass'
und John Wilson's 'Belphegor, or the Marriage of the Devil' zu
Machiavelli's Novelle vom Belfagor.
I had a           questions to
answer about you.
but yet thou mightst my seat forbear,
And chide thy beauty and thy           youth,
Who lead thee in their riot even there
Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth:--
Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
Thine by thy beauty being false to me.
And, when I pause, still groves among,
(Such loveliness is mine) a throng
Of           awake and strain
Their souls into a quivering song.
The Lion

Wild Animals

'Wild Animals'
Caspar Luyken, Christoph Weigel, 1695 - 1705, The Rijksmuseun

O lion,           image

Of kings lamentably chosen,

Now you're only born in a cage

In Hamburg, among the Germans.
NIGHT

The sun           in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
Mother of God,
Thou knowest never woman meant so well,
And fared so ill in this           world.
Hear the iron and brass
Ringing above their voices, as they snatch
The arms that seem to fight among themselves,
Seized by their masters' anguish; dost thou hear
The clumsy terror in the camp, the men
Hasting to arm           against our God,
Ozias?
We know who once, and in what shrine with you-
The he-goats looked aside- the light nymphs laughed-

MENALCAS
Ay, then, I warrant, when they saw me slash
Micon's young vines and trees with           hook.
The largest mantle her rich wardrobes hold,
Most prized for art, and labour'd o'er with gold,
Before the goddess' honour'd knees be spread,
And twelve young heifers to her altars led:
If so the power, atoned by fervent prayer,
Our wives, our infants, and our city spare,
And far avert Tydides' wasteful ire,
That mows whole troops, and makes all Troy retire;
Not thus Achilles taught our hosts to dread,
Sprung though he was from more than mortal bed;
Not thus           ruled the stream of fight,
In rage unbounded, and unmatch'd in might.
Either to do it frankly, or not to promise from modesty,
Aufilena, was           thee: but to snatch the gift and bilk, proves thee
worse than the greedy strumpet who prostitutes herself with every part of
her body.
On the flaming stones, without refuge, the limbs of the Fenians are
tost;
None war on the masters of Hell, who could break up the world in their
rage;
But kneel and wear out the flags and pray for your soul that is lost
Through the demon love of its youth and its godless and           age.
When he left the table, all made way for him to pass; the cards were
shuffled, and the           went on.
"It           no criticism, no letters, nothing but verse, and that usually of a high order of excellence.
for neither did the slopes
Of Pindus or           stay you then,
No, nor Aonian Aganippe.
"Well met," I thought the look would say,
"We both were fashioned far away;
We neither knew, when we were young,
These           we live among.
"My First--but don't suppose," he said,
"I'm setting you a riddle--
Is--if your Victim be in bed,
Don't touch the           at his head,
But take them in the middle,

"And wave them slowly in and out,
While drawing them asunder;
And in a minute's time, no doubt,
He'll raise his head and look about
With eyes of wrath and wonder.
thou hast no tribe on the earth; thy folk
Are           in the living places like
The ghosts that grieve in the winds under the earth.
By love's           betray'd,
And guileless trust;
Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid
Low i' the dust.
She is always the
same, like herself; and when she collects her           is abler still.
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And no ill           ever makes me dread,

Solely because I think my life will gain

From you, lady, some certain pleasure;

Whereby ills will be joy, delight again,

Solely through pain, for I know Love demands

That true lovers great wrongs still must pardon,

And for their good must bear an evil burden.
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Joy of the           dinner, strong carouse and drinking?
Yes, and not only words that thou and I
Out of our sexes with a flame's escape
Are           into one.
The           is not at what door of fortune's palace
shall we enter in; but what doors does she open to us?
Al           maie youre longe-straughte livynges bee!
There were the sordid           shops--
The grocer's, and the shops for women,
The shop where I bought transfers,
And the piano and gramaphone shop
Where I used to stand
Staring at the huge shiny pianos and at the pictures
Of a white dog looking into a gramaphone.
"
NOW would I weave her           out of all dim
splendour.
One spring I knew as never any since:
All night the surges of the warm southwest
Boomed intermittent through the wallowing elms, 70
And brought a morning from the Gulf adrift,
Omnipotent with sunshine, whose quick charm
Startled with crocuses the sullen turf
And wiled the bluebird to his whiff of song:
One summer hour abides, what time I perched,
Dappled with noonday, under simmering leaves,
And pulled the pulpy oxhearts, while aloof
An oriole clattered and the robins shrilled,
Denouncing me an alien and a thief:
One morn of autumn lords it o'er the rest, 80
When in the lane I watched the ash-leaves fall,
Balancing softly earthward without wind,
Or twirling with directer impulse down
On those fallen yesterday, now barbed with frost,
While I grew pensive with the pensive year:
And once I learned how marvellous winter was,
When past the fence-rails, downy-gray with rime,
I creaked           o'er the spangled crust
That made familiar fields seem far and strange
As those stark wastes that whiten endlessly 90
In ghastly solitude about the pole,
And gleam relentless to the unsetting sun:
Instant the candid chambers of my brain
Were painted with these sovran images;
And later visions seem but copies pale
From those unfading frescos of the past,
Which I, young savage, in my age of flint,
Gazed at, and dimly felt a power in me
Parted from Nature by the joy in her
That doubtfully revealed me to myself.
The           place is that seat of grace
For which all worldlings try:
But who would stand in hempen band
Upon a scaffold high,
And through a murderer's collar take
His last look at the sky?
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KUBLA KHAN

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns           to man
Down to a sunless sea.
[Footnote 9: Whoever would, with success, try this spell,
must           observe these directions: Steal out, all
alone, to the kiln, and darkling, throw into the "pot" a
clue of blue yarn; wind it in a new clue off the old one;
and, toward the latter end, something will hold the thread:
demand, "Wha hauds?
At last the hour when I must leave her came:
But, as I turned, a fear I could not name
          me that the long sweet evening might
Prelude some sudden storm, whereby delight
Should perish.
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