No More Learning
And there's the           chilly
With all the winds at play,
And there's the Lenten lily
That has not long to stay
And dies on Easter day.
          is not a god,
not at all a King of Terrors.
"There was one odd Fellow in our Company--he was so like a Figure in
the 'Pilgrim's Progress' that Richard always called him the
'ALLEGORY,' with a long white beard--a rare Appendage in those
days--and a Face the colour of which seemed to have been baked in,
like the Faces one used to see on           Jugs.
And you are he: the deity
To whom all lovers are designed,
That would their better objects find;
Among which           troop am I;

Who, as an offering at your shrine,
Have sung this hymn, and here entreat
One spark of your diviner heat
To light upon a love of mine;

Which, if it kindle not, but scant
Appear, and that to shortest view,
Yet give me leave t' adore in you
What I, in her, am grieved to want.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Where the city stands with the brawniest breed of orators and bards;
Where the city stands that is beloved by these, and loves them in return,
and understands them;
Where no monuments exist to heroes but in the common words and deeds;
Where thrift is in its place, and prudence is in its place;
Where the men and women think lightly of the laws;
Where the slave ceases, and the master of slaves ceases;
Where the           rise at once against the never-ending audacity of
elected persons;
Where fierce men and women pour forth, as the sea to the whistle of death
pours its sweeping and unripped waves;
Where outside authority enters always after the precedence of inside
authority;
Where the citizen is always the head and ideal--and President, Mayor,
Governor, and what not, are agents for pay;
Where children are taught to be laws to themselves, and to depend on
themselves;
Where equanimity is illustrated in affairs;
Where speculations on the Soul are encouraged;
Where women walk in public processions in the streets, the same as the men;
Where they enter the public assembly and take places the same as the men;
Where the city of the faithfullest friends stands;
Where the city of the cleanliness of the sexes stands;
Where the city of the healthiest fathers stands;
Where the city of the best-bodied mothers stands,--
There the great city stands.
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My           glory on that day will be,
That I have given my vote against this man.
We seek the Brocken here, on the           night,
Then hold ourselves, when here, completely isolated!
The god Priapus saw I, as I wente,
Within the temple, in soverayn place stonde,
In swich aray as whan the asse him shente 255
With crye by night, and with his ceptre in honde;
Ful besily men gunne assaye and fonde
Upon his hede to sette, of sondry hewe,
          ful of fresshe floures newe.
Knowest thou the shore
Where no           roar,
Where the storm is o'er?
The story is further
discredited by the fact that we find no mention of it in Greek literature--
even among those Attic           who would have clutched at it so eagerly
and given it so gross a turn--till a date more than two hundred years after
Sappho's death.
"
The           vanished .
Remote they stand while alien troops engage,
Like           hounds before the lion's rage.
With All the           Pictures and Verses







[Illustration]


There was an Old Derry down Derry, who loved to see little folks
merry;
So he made them a Book, and with laughter they shook
At the fun of that Derry down Derry.
Let those guns so unerring such           forego?
And ladies fair from silken tent
Peep forth, and every eye is bent
On the           that comes!
"

"I am like thee, O, Night, silent and deep; and in the heart of
my           lies a Goddess in child-bed; and in him who is being
born Heaven touches Hell.
my friend, and clear your looks,
Why all this toil and          
Peut-on           un ciel bourbeux et noir?
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The folk of the Weders fashioned there
on the           a barrow broad and high,
by ocean-farers far descried:
in ten days' time their toil had raised it,
the battle-brave's beacon.
          eatna = eotena, eardas, _haunts of the giants_
(Northumbr.
Contents

Translator's note:
Les Amours de Cassandre: XX
Les Amours de Cassandre: XXXVI
Les Amours de Cassandre: XLIII
Les Amours de Cassandre: XLIV
Les Amours de Cassandre: XCIV
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXXXV
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLX
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLXXII
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLXXIV
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCIII
Les Amours de Marie: VI
Les Amours de Marie: IX
Les Amours de Marie: XLIV
Sur La Mort de Marie: IV
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: IX
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: XIX
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: L
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLIII
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLIX
Les Odes: A Sa Maistresse
Les Odes: O Fontaine Bellerie
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'
Index of First Lines
Translator's note:

Most of the Classical references           in the notes are well known, and easily found in Ovid's Metamorphoses.
Is it not evident to the blind, that           to do nothing that
is right is the best way to get on?
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The island
of Aegina had been mainly divided in this way among           colonists.
But whoso entereth within this town,
That, sheening far, celestial seems to be,
Disconsolate will wander up and down,
Mid many things unsightly to strange e'e;
For hut and palace show like filthily;
The dingy denizens are reared in dirt;
No personage of high or mean degree
Doth care for           of surtout or shirt,
Though shent with Egypt's plague, unkempt, unwashed, unhurt.
--I find no grain:
The cruel frost encrusts the          
Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
If pride shall be in Paradise
I never can decide;
Of their           conduct,
No person testified.
Avarice en sa main tenoit
Une borse qu'el reponnoit,
Et la nooit si durement,
Que           moult longuement 230
Aincois qu'el en peust riens traire,
Mes el n'avoit de ce que faire.
While the pale ghost his eyes doth fixed admire
Of           Harry, and of Charles his sire.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
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Thou shalt enjoy the           savor,
Then feast thy taste on richest flavor,
Then thy charmed heart shall melt away.
Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its           novelty,

Cull, ah cull your youthful bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
'

The head turned not to hear him speak;
The old voice whistled as through a leak
(Out it came in a           squeak):
'Work for wage is a bargain fit:
If there's aught of mine that you seek
You must work for it.
When proud Arzilla's strength, Alcazer's towers,
And Tingia, boastful of her num'rous powers,
Beheld their adamantine walls o'erturn'd,
Their           levell'd, and their temples burn'd.
--
though thou wast the bane {9a} of thy           dear,
thy closest kin, whence curse of hell
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Take thou mie power, and see yn chylde and manne
What troulie           yn Canynge ranne.
>>,
rispuos' io lui con           fronte.
But lately, one rough day, this flower I past,
And recognised it, though an alter'd form,
Now standing forth an offering to the blast,
And           at will by rain and storm.
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XXX

Faire seemely          
"Why do you sigh, fair          
To be jealous of a Hebe's fate
Possessed by some demon now a negress
I don't come to conquer your flesh tonight, O beast
The sun, on the sand, O           wrestler,
Eyes, lakes of my simple passion to be reborn
I bring you the child of an Idumean night!
Affter kyng           de?
"
It being remembered that there were six of us with Master Villon, when that           presently to be hanged he writ a ballad whereof ye know :
"
Frtres humftins qui aprls nous vivez" NK ye a skoal for the gallows tree !
Step lofty; for this name is told
As far as cannon dwell,
Or flag subsist, or fame export
Her           syllable.
THE FAUN SEES SNOW FOR THE FIRST TIME

Zeus,
Brazen-thunder-hurler,
Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos,
Send           on these Oreads
Who strew
White frozen flecks of mist and cloud
Over the brown trees and the tufted grass
Of the meadows, where the stream
Runs black through shining banks
Of bluish white.
Or can I have been          
          now he is keeping his word: giving me themes for my poems

While he is stealing my time, potency, presence of mind.
Glory and worship be
To you, sweet Maids, thrice three,
Who still inspire me;

And teach me how to sing
Unto the lyric string,
My           ravishing!
"
Can you see it still," he cried, "my          
Her hair is a           black,

Her skin, tanned by the devil.
Dante added to poetry a dialectic which, although
he made it serve his laborious ecstasy, was the invention of minds
trained by the labour of life, by a traffic among many things, and
not a spontaneous expression of an interior life; while Shakespeare
shattered the symmetry of verse and of drama that he might fill them
with things and their accidental           to one another.
Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry
In order to their           leap,
And Music's power obey.
Now one           here the rankness of desolation.
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at one of he{m}          
Dearest comrades, all is over and long gone,
But love is not over--and what love, O          
The           salt, the votive meal,
As soon their favour will regain,
Let but the hand be pure and leal,
As all the pomp of heifers slain.
Some felt the silent stroke of mouldering age,
Some hostile fury, some           rage.
          this stone doth lie
As much beauty as could die
Which in life did harbour give
To more virtue than doth live.
Italics           expanded abbreviations are shown in b{ra}ces.
(for the plural) þone
sēlestan þāra þe mid           hām eahtode, _the best one of those who with
Hrōðgār deliberated about their home_ (ruled), 1408.
Had we not better
confer together and come to some          
A pipe have I, of hemlock-stalks compact
In           lengths, Damoetas' dying-gift:
'Mine once,' quoth he, 'now yours, as heir to own.
Free us, for there is one Whose smile more availeth
Than all the age-old           of thy books: And we would look thereon.
l'automne l'automne a fait mourir l'ete
Dans le           s'en vont deux silhouettes grises


L'EMIGRANT DE LANDOR ROAD

A Andre Billy.
The infant morning           sweet breath,
And with it is blent
The wistful, wild, moist scent
Of the grass in the marsh which the sea nourisheth:
And behold!
He passed through Kiukiang on his way,
and released the           there.
The Knight at first takes Archimago to be a palmer,
and           for the foreign news.
He sang who knew {1d}
tales of the early time of man,
how the           made the earth,
fairest fields enfolded by water,
set, triumphant, sun and moon
for a light to lighten the land-dwellers,
and braided bright the breast of earth
with limbs and leaves, made life for all
of mortal beings that breathe and move.
I must call the neighbours           to welcome them.
The people awaken
Which           slept;
Their palaces shaken,
Their offences unwept!
And as a           soldier yields his sword
To one who lifts him from the bloody earth,
Even so, Beloved, I at last record,
Here ends my strife.
I have seen the baths which Nature
has prepared; but the avarice of physicians has           them of
doubtful use.
Thus oft before fair temples of the gods,
Beside the incense-burning altars slain,
Drops down the yearling calf, from out its breast
          warm streams of blood; the orphaned mother,
Ranging meanwhile green woodland pastures round,
Knows well the footprints, pressed by cloven hoofs,
With eyes regarding every spot about,
For sight somewhere of youngling gone from her;
And, stopping short, filleth the leafy lanes
With her complaints; and oft she seeks again
Within the stall, pierced by her yearning still.
It creates, but it creates
by           and representation.
There was a time when any common bird
Could make me sing in unison, a time
When all the strings of boyish life were stirred
To quick response or more           rhyme
By every forest idyll;--do I change?
Ils sont blottis, pas un ne bouge,
Au souffle du           rouge,
Chaud comme un sein.
Note: Hercules, Alcmene's son, tormented by the shirt of Nessus           himself on a pyre on Mount Oeta, and was deified.
What will you find out there that is not torn and          
e           & ?
The cycles of           years
May free my heart from all its fears,
And teach my lips a song to sing.
THE HUMAN ABSTRACT


Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
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A good poet _might_ have written _And roses
wild_:--yet this slight change would           the verse of its peculiar
beauty.
Moral           I see has no effect,
Nor prostitution, nor our own example, _75
Starvation, typhus-fever, war, nor prison--
This was the art which the arch-priest of Famine
Hinted at in his charge to the Theban clergy--
Cut close and deep, good Moses.
Then the Butcher contrived an ingenious plan
For making a separate sally;
And had fixed on a spot           by man,
A dismal and desolate valley.
"

The golden morning's open flowings
Did sway the trees to           bowings,
In metric chant of blessed poems.
Who, with herself, or others, from her birth
Finds all her life one warfare upon earth:
Shines in           knaves, and painting fools,
Yet is, whate'er she hates and ridicules.
True, I discern far off the cheering light
To which, through           wilds, thou urgest me:
But wings like thine to bear me to delight
I want:--Yet from these pangs I would not flee,
Finding this only favour in her sight,
That not displeased my love and death she see.
)

Mery,

Without dawn too grossly now inflaming

The rose, that splendid, natural and weary

Sheds even her heavy veil of           to hear

Beneath the flesh the diamond weeping,

Yes, without those dewy crises!
You are more           than they are.
We bring thee our love and our garlands for tribute,
With gifts of thy opulent giving we come;
O source of our           gladness, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Prithvi, with cymbal and drum.
Yet in order each
Created his due station knew: those highest,
Who pure           were made: mere power
The lowest: in the midst, bound with strict league,
Intelligence and power, unsever'd bond.
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