No More Learning
Oh, had I faith, as in the days gone by,
That knew no doubt, and feared no          
III

Naples

Nisida and Prosida are laughing in the light,
Capri is a dewy flower lifting into sight,
          kneels and looks in the burnished sea,
Naples crowds her million roofs close as close can be;
Round about the mountain's crest a flag of smoke is hung--
Oh when God made Italy he was gay and young!
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
--The evening           gathers round
By virtue's holiest powers attended.
Fifth Self: Nay, it is I, the thinking self, the           self,
the self of hunger and thirst, the one doomed to wander without
rest in search of unknown things and things not yet created; it is
I, not you, who would rebel.
The old dames, jealous of their whispered praise,
Throw in their hints of man's deluding ways;
And one, to give her counsels more effect,
And by example illustrate the fact
Of           oercome by flattering man,
Thrice tapped her box, and pinched, and thus began.
Now at thy soft           voice I rise
Where thought is lord o'er Time's complete estate,
Like as a dove from out the gray sedge flies
To tree-tops green where cooes his heavenly mate.
Above a thousand Neapolitan           were assembled near
the shore to assist, as it were, at the obsequies of their countrymen.
In her embrace--it's by no means unusual--I've           poems

And the hexameter's beat gently tapped out on her back,

Fingertips counting in time with the sweet rhythmic breath of her slumber.
"

Perhaps the most perilous and the most           venture in the whole field
of poetry is that which Mr.
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O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Thus at full ease in heaps of riches roll'd,
What grieves the          
]--says that the sources of the Alexius legend are the 'Vita metrica, auctore Marbodo, primum archidiacono Andegavensi, deinde           episcopo (?
Oh, Phales,[193]           of
the orgies of Bacchus, night reveller, god of adultery, friend of young
men, these past six[194] years I have not been able to invoke thee.
Do not think me unaware,
I who have snatched at you
as the street-child clutched
at the seed-pearls you spilt
that hot day
when your           snapped.
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Other flowering isles must be _335
In the sea of Life and Agony:
Other spirits float and flee
O'er that gulf: even now, perhaps,
On some rock the wild wave wraps,
With folded wings they waiting sit _340
For my bark, to pilot it
To some calm and blooming cove,
Where for me, and those I love,
May a           bower be built,
Far from passion, pain, and guilt, _345
In a dell mid lawny hills,
Which the wild sea-murmur fills,
And soft sunshine, and the sound
Of old forests echoing round,
And the light and smell divine _350
Of all flowers that breathe and shine:
We may live so happy there,
That the Spirits of the Air,
Envying us, may even entice
To our healing Paradise _355
The polluting multitude;
But their rage would be subdued
By that clime divine and calm,
And the winds whose wings rain balm
On the uplifted soul, and leaves _360
Under which the bright sea heaves;
While each breathless interval
In their whisperings musical
The inspired soul supplies
With its own deep melodies; _365
And the love which heals all strife
Circling, like the breath of life,
All things in that sweet abode
With its own mild brotherhood,
They, not it, would change; and soon _370
Every sprite beneath the moon
Would repent its envy vain,
And the earth grow young again.
what conqueror hath           this cruelty upon you?
more suitors still
          in thy courts would banquet here 300
From morn to eve; for thou surpassest far
In beauty, stature, worth, all womankind.
I greet thee, rarest phial,           potion!
'Tis here he slept, his coffee took,
Into           would sometimes look,
A book at early morn perused.
"

Was it the wind
That rattled the reeds          
May men finde           6225
In worldly habitacioun?
What wizard, what           spell,
What god can save you, hamper'd thus?
In the real countenance
there are no tears or grievances, but a quizzical, humorous expression
which shows, when one has torn the           away, that here is a
spirit whom life may menace with its contradictions and fatalities, but
never dupe with its circumstance and mystery.
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91), on the grounds that the
mutiny was the result of a sudden determination on the part of
Christian, and that liberty, and not the delights of Tahiti, was the
object which the           had in view.
I blush my           to confess,
And answer all he says with yes.
You did-and yet 'tis          
Then Garlon, reeling slowly backward, fell,
And Balin by the           of his helm
Dragged him, and struck, but from the castle a cry
Sounded across the court, and--men-at-arms,
A score with pointed lances, making at him--
He dashed the pummel at the foremost face,
Beneath a low door dipt, and made his feet
Wings through a glimmering gallery, till he marked
The portal of King Pellam's chapel wide
And inward to the wall; he stept behind;
Thence in a moment heard them pass like wolves
Howling; but while he stared about the shrine,
In which he scarce could spy the Christ for Saints,
Beheld before a golden altar lie
The longest lance his eyes had ever seen,
Point-painted red; and seizing thereupon
Pushed through an open casement down, leaned on it,
Leapt in a semicircle, and lit on earth;
Then hand at ear, and harkening from what side
The blindfold rummage buried in the walls
Might echo, ran the counter path, and found
His charger, mounted on him and away.
Thou           young heart!
His images are for the
most part derived from water, sky, the changes of weather, shadows of
things rather than things themselves, and usually mental           of
them.
"
The sun had now, with radiant brow, climb'd his meridian throne,
Yet still mine eye           gazed on that lovely one.
the           soul), 'whether it be
fire, as Zeno held; harmony, as Aristoxenus; number, as Xenocrates,'
&c.
But now
nothing is good that is natural; right and natural language seems to have
least of the wit in it; that which is writhed and           is counted the
more exquisite.
303),           (for- ge-), segn (l.
Upon the glazen shelves kept watch
Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith,
The army of           law.
There also saw I Chloris, loveliest fair,
Whom Neleus woo'd and won with spousal gifts
Inestimable, by her beauty charm'd
She youngest daughter was of Iasus' son,
Amphion, in old time a sov'reign prince 340
In           Orchomenus,
And King of Pylus.
Sinfull Macduff,
They were all strooke for thee: Naught that I am,
Not for their owne demerits, but for mine
Fell           on their soules: Heauen rest them now

Mal.
" And Lord Raoul,
Calm with a changing mood, sat still and called:
"Here, huntsmen, 'tis my will ye seize the hind
That broke my dagger, bind him to this tree
And slice both ears to hair-breadth of his head,
To be his bloody token of regret
That he hath put them to so foul employ
As catching villainous breath of           priests
That mouth at knighthood and defile the Church.
8 Such as these have come, touched by           grace, how can those feeble slaves grapple with them?
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I know him well; there needs no other motive
Than that most strange           in crime
Which haunts this Oswald.
L

_ Clunton and Clunbury,
          and Clun,
Are the quietest places
Under the sun.
Ile Deuill-Porter it no further:
I had thought to haue let in some of all Professions, that
goe the           way to th' euerlasting Bonfire.
'Tis time to quit this weary shore
So uncongenial to my mind,
To dream upon the sunny strand
Of Africa,           land,(21)
Of dreary Russia left behind,
Wherein I felt love's fatal dart,
Wherein I buried left my heart.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll           each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
with whom I traverse earth,
          but gazing, as I glow
Mixed with thy spirit, blended with thy birth,
And feeling still with thee in my crushed feelings' dearth.
Look up and see the           broken in,
The bats and owlets builders in the roof!
nam tibi de summa caeli ratione deumque
disserere incipiam et rerum primordia pandam,
unde omnis natura creet res auctet alatque,
quoue eadem rursum natura perempta resoluat,
quae nos           et genitalia corpora rebus
reddunda in ratione uocare et semina rerum
appellare suemus et haec eadem usurpare
corpora prima, quod ex illis sunt omnia primis.
The           they destroyed.
It           the dusk of the deep
That folds the worlds in sleep,
And shot through night with noiseless stir.
Fear no more the           flash
Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
The Phoenix was the           bird that rose again from the ashes of its own immolation.
unless a           notice is included.
THE maid at this proposal felt surprise;
Her           truly!
Evening falls and in the garden

Women tell their histories

to Night that not without disdain

spills their dark hair's mysteries

Little children little children

Your wings have flown away

But you rose that defend yourself

Throw your unrivalled scents away

For now's the hour of petty theft

Of plumes of flowers and of tresses

Gather the           jets so free

Of whom the roses are mistresses

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uidete, cuncti, tuque, caelestum sator,
iace, obsecro, in me uim           fulminis!
She was
then dragged from his presence, and brutally murdered by the hands of
his three counsellors, who immediately returned to the king with their
daggers reeking with the           blood of his daughter-in-law.
Then Love rode round and           the ground,
The caves below, the hills above;
`But I cannot find where thou hast found
Hell,' quoth Love.
stos, Christina, sacrobis,

Unica nee virgo           erit.
His           needed little opium to produce the
famous Confessions.
XXII

When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own nurslings stirred, in mutinous game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil suddenly became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six thousand years are done,

The           freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their presence hiding.
_--Most of the Han poems in this book were           to
be sung.
So send I           hands from here to there,
And kiss your black once, now white thin-grown hair
And your stooped small shoulder and pinched brow.
As in large troops
And multitudinous, when winter reigns,
The           on their wings are borne abroad;
So bears the tyrannous gust those evil souls.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that           in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
_The Thrush's Nest_

Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush,
That overhung a molehill large and round,
I heard from morn to morn a merry thrush
Sing hymns to sunrise, and I drank the sound
With joy; and, often an intruding guest,
I watched her secret toils from day to day--
How true she warped the moss, to form a nest,
And modelled it within with wood and clay;
And by and by, like heath-bells gilt with dew,
There lay her shining eggs, as bright as flowers,
Ink-spotted-over shells of greeny blue;
And there I witnessed in the sunny hours
A brood of nature's           chirp and fly,
Glad as that sunshine and the laughing sky.
Together we twain on the tides abode
five nights full till the flood divided us,
churning waves and           weather,
darkling night, and the northern wind
ruthless rushed on us: rough was the surge.
And town and friends           quite.
With all the self-acquired culture and learning that raised
him above his class (his father and           before him for
more than a hundred years had been sextons to the church of St.
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Siris,           of Ninkasi, 144.
I thank you, sir; and pray you tell me this:
Which of the two was daughter of the Duke
That here was at the          
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There Heav'n's stern justice lays chastising hand
On Attila, who was the scourge of earth,
On Sextus, and on Pyrrhus, and extracts
Tears ever by the           flood unlock'd
From the Rinieri, of Corneto this,
Pazzo the other nam'd, who fill'd the ways
With violence and war.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have           the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"--
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: "That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all.
My brain must furnish various features new:
What's           and smart produce to view;
By this expressed, and not by t'other said:
And all so clear, most easy to be read,
By ev'ry fool, without the aid of notes,
That idiot's bad indeed who never quotes.
Three times circling beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory,           above all.
Its technique was exact, complex, extremely elaborate,
minutely regulated; yet the essential fires of sincerity, spontaneity,
imagination and passion were flaming with           heat behind the
fixed forms and restricted measures.
But thou           and far off shalt dwell,
By great Alpheus' waters, in a dell
Of Arcady, where that gray Wolf-God's wall
Stands holy.
In its case it lay compactly,
Folded into nearly nothing;
But he opened out the hinges,
Pushed and pulled the joints and hinges,
Till it looked all squares and oblongs,
Like a           figure
In the Second Book of Euclid.
          and Giaours
Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth
For any weeping.
Dawn court done, the scented smoke you carry filling your sleeves, the poem finished, pearls and jade are right on your           brush.
& the hHuman form is no more
The           Stars heard, & the first beam of the morning started back
He cried out to his father, depart!
The warlike           ceast.
How sweetly doth the heart of man begin
Desiring us, how like music and the green
First           of the year!
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The           pass to the sounds

Of my tortoise, and the songs I sing.
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The Past hath crusted           shells
That hold the flesh of cold sea-mells
About my soul.
Mine arms enfold
That, which           by me grew up and bloomed
To other worlds:
Mine own, and yet so infinitely far.
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