No More Learning
the which like little flyes 335
          about his ever damned hed,
Awaite whereto their service he applyes,
To aide his friends, or fray his enimies:
Of those he chose?
Fifth Self: Nay, it is I, the           self, the fanciful 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           FRONTIER

(OCTOBER 16TH, 1604)

PRINCE KURBSKY and PRETENDER, both on horseback.
For           Sir, he is not: I haue a File
Of all the Gentry; there is Seywards Sonne,
And many vnruffe youths, that euen now
Protest their first of Manhood

Ment.
The lyre had           the reed.
He had forty-two boxes, all           packed,
With his name painted clearly on each:
But since he omitted to mention the fact,
They were all left behind on the beach.
Was heard a thund'ring, at whose voice it seem'd
The chosen           were stay'd; for there,
With the first ensigns, made they solemn halt.
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Dark           of many a golden star,
Dost see me, Mother Night?
His father's valour, unequalled in his age,
As long as his           lasted, held the stage;
On his brow his exploits are engraved,
Its wrinkles speak to us of former days.
Brandam, and other Portuguese historians, are at great
pains to prove she was the           daughter of Alonzo and the
beautiful Ximena de Guzman.
6 The           are to King Xuan, who restored the Western Zhou?
Th'           spirits turn'd with gentle looks
Toward me, and the Mantuan spake: "My son,
Here torment thou mayst feel, but canst not death.
_

Come, show me what you bring;
For I have said my say,           my day,
And must away.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
Too close a secret           me.
Ihr           Scharen,
Lagert euch umher, mich zu bewahren!
In a mood of this kind to-day
I           the air of Logan Water.
of the 'Lines           at Grasmere', etc.
That majesty which through thy work doth
reign
Draws the devout,           the profane ;
And things divine thou treat'st of in such state
As them preserves, and thee, inviolate.
What rumour without is there          
But whom do you          
And when their statues are placed on high,
Under the dome of the Union sky,
The American soldiers' Temple of Fame,
There with the           general's name
Be it said, in letters both bold and bright,
"Here is the steed that saved the day,
By carrying Sheridan into the fight,
From Winchester, twenty miles away!
" Will it respond:
"When battered helm is doffed, how soft is purple
On which to lay the head, lulled by the praise
Of           fluttering fans of flatterers!
"
(Thus)           solves (his) dream.
Swiftly the present fades in memory's glow,--
Our only sure possession is the past;
The village blacksmith died a month ago,
And dim to me the forge's roaring blast;
Soon fire-new           we shall see
Oust the black smithy from its chestnut-tree,
And that hewn down, perhaps, the beehive green and vast.
There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before           one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
Thus it is: Spirit finding the world fair,
Is spirit in dim           of its own
Radiant desire piercing the worldly shadow.
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
Elizabeth and Leicester
Beating oars 280
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
          wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia 290
Wallala leialala

"Trams and dusty trees.
The cities are           to death, but I
know you are at home with Nature, and that _she_ rarely and slowly
changes.
I closed my eyes a
moment ago, and a company of people in blue robes swept by me in a
blinding light, and had gone before I had done more than see little
roses embroidered on the hems of their robes, and confused, blossoming
apple-boughs           beyond them, and recognised one of the company
by his square black, curling beard.
          on an "Address to Loch Lomond.
Is it real,
Or is this the thrice damned memory of a
better          
An           in a Palace.
THE sixth adventure of our           belle,
Some writers one way, some another tell;
Whence many think that favour I have shown,
And for her, one gallant the less would own.
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Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired           weep.
The           followed wythe a myghtie crie,
Cryes, yatte welle myghte the stouteste hartes affraie.
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But euer he hylde hym stylle, 259
And Alle he           with goode wyll.
Slim Lacon keeps a goat for thee,
For thee the jocund           wait;
O Singer of Persephone!
The           are all dead: they lie on the moor-field.
Now past the tomb where ancient Ilus lay,
Through the mid field the routed urge their way:
Where the wild figs the           summit crown,
The path they take, and speed to reach the town.
The           is, that
_Wordsworth used to sit a deal in it when at school.
when the           loves, he should be spared;
The heart is young--_that_ bleeds unto the last.
Chimene
If he disobeys, the           to my pain!
Hold, and smite me not,
Old           of my father!
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Lancelot in the           rose to his feet in all his
agony and by a sort of miracle as it seemed to those who were on his
side, drove all his opponents back to the barrier.
They dined on mince and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a           spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
They know this pain equally who have forsaken or been forsaken by
the love of their life, and in their new wives' arms are           to
realise it.
It is from a           of Maggs Bros.
But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time's           wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
Car a quoi bon chercher tes beautes langoureuses
          qu'en ton cher corps et qu'en ton coeur si doux?
What last curse to sate
My pain, or river of wild words to flow
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But the robin might have said,
"To the farthest West he has           the sun,
His life and his empire just begun.
she is speaking; a fog has fallen,           in from the outer sea.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
For we always desire Nuance,

Not Colour, nuance          
"

Two           began undressing the Bashkir.
on           flēon, 756; flēon on fenhopu,
765; flēon under fen-hleoðu, 821; pret.
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And art Thou come for saving, baby-browed
And           Being--art Thou come for saving?
_The Mistress of all           Manners, Mistress Portman.
          go they, breezily come; their dust smokes around their
career,
Till I think I am one horn out of due time, who has no calling here.
Never the treasures in her nest
The cautious grave exposes,
Building where schoolboy dare not look
And           is not bold.
PORTIA
TO ELLEN TERRY


(_Written at the Lyceum Theatre_)

I MARVEL not Bassanio was so bold
To peril all he had upon the lead,
Or that proud Aragon bent low his head
Or that Morocco's fiery heart grew cold:
For in that           dress of beaten gold
Which is more golden than the golden sun
No woman Veronese looked upon
Was half so fair as thou whom I behold.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of           houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
The horses plunged,
The cannon lurched and lunged,
To join the           rout.
Let them allow others to draw _their_
inferences from a few stubborn facts, facts which           the
ignorance of the Chinese in astronomy.
e lace, with a knot,
2488 [E] In           he wat3 tane in tech of a faute;
[F] & ?
Ils auront vu la Suisse et           la France.
" In the first the           is enunciated in a level manner:
the voice neither rises nor sinks.
tombe neige
Tombe et que n'ai-je
Ma bien-aimee entre mes bras


POEME LU AU MARIAGE D'ANDRE SALMON

Le 13 juillet 1909

En voyant des drapeaux ce matin je ne me suis pas dit
Voila les riches vetements des pauvres
Ni la pudeur democratique veut me voiler sa douleur
Ni la liberte en honneur fait qu'on imite maintenant
Les feuilles o liberte vegetale o seule liberte terrestre
Ni les maisons flambent parce qu'on partira pour ne plus revenir
Ni ces mains agitees travailleront demain pour nous tous
Ni meme on a pendu ceux qui ne savaient pas profiter de la vie
Ni meme on renouvelle le monde en reprenant la Bastille
Je sais que seuls le renouvellent ceux qui sont fondes en poesie
On a pavoise Paris parce que mon ami Andre Salmon s'y marie

Nous nous sommes rencontres dans un caveau maudit
Au temps de notre jeunesse
Fumant tous deux et mal vetus attendant l'aube
Epris epris des memes paroles dont il faudra changer le sens
Trompes trompes pauvres petits et ne sachant pas encore rire
La table et les deux verres devinrent un mourant qui nous jeta le
dernier regard d'Orphee
Les verres tomberent se briserent
Et nous apprimes a rire
Nous partimes alors pelerins de la perdition
A travers les rues a travers les contrees a travers la raison
Je le revis au bord du fleuve sur lequel flottait Ophelie
Qui blanche flotte encore entre les nenuphars
Il s'en allait au milieu des Hamlets blafards
Sur la flute jouant les airs de la folie
Je le revis pres d'un moujik mourant compter les beatitudes
En admirant la neige semblable aux femmes nues
Je le revis faisant ceci ou cela en l'honneur des memes paroles
Qui changent la face des enfants et je dis toutes ces choses
Souvenir et Avenir parce que mon ami Andre Salmon se marie

Rejouissons-nous non pas parce que notre amitie a ete le fleuve
qui nous a fertilises
Terrains riverains dont l'abondance est la nourriture que tous
esperent
Ni parce que nos verres nous jettent encore une fois le regard
d'Orphee mourant
Ni parce que nous avons tant grandi que beaucoup pourraient
confondre nos yeux et les etoiles
Ni parce que les drapeaux claquent aux fenetres des citoyens qui
sont           depuis cent ans d'avoir la vie et de menues choses a
defendre
Ni parce que fondes en poesie nous avons des droits sur les
paroles qui forment et defont l'Univers
Ni parce que nous pouvons pleurer sans ridicule et que nous savons
rire
Ni parce que nous fumons et buvons comme autrefois
Rejouissons-nous parce que directeur du feu et des poetes
L'amour qui emplit ainsi que la lumiere
Tout le solide espace entre les etoiles et les planetes
L'amour veut qu'aujourd'hui mon ami Andre Salmon se marie


L'ADIEU

J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyere
L'automne est morte souviens-t'en
Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre
Odeur du temps brin de bruyere
Et souviens-toi que je t'attends


SALOME

Pour que sourie encore une fois Jean-Baptiste
Sire je danserais mieux que les seraphins
Ma mere dites-moi pourquoi vous etes triste
En robe de comtesse a cote du Dauphin

Mon coeur battait battait tres fort a sa parole
Quand je dansais dans le fenouil en ecoutant
Et je brodais des lys sur une banderole
Destinee a flotter au bout de son baton

Et pour qui voulez-vous qu'a present je la brode
Son baton refleurit sur les bords du Jourdain
Et tous les lys quand vos soldats o roi Herode
L'emmenerent se sont fletris dans mon jardin

Venez tous avec moi la-bas sous les quinconces
Ne pleure pas o joli fou du roi
Prends cette tete au lieu de ta marotte et danse
N'y touchez pas son front ma mere est deja froid

Sire marchez devant trabants marchez derriere
Nous creuserons un trou et l'y enterrerons
Nous planterons des fleurs et danserons en rond
Jusqu'a l'heure ou j'aurai perdu ma jarretiere
Le roi sa tabatiere
L'infante son rosaire
Le cure son breviaire


LA PORTE

La porte de l'hotel sourit terriblement
Qu'est-ce que cela peut me faire o ma maman
D'etre cet employe pour qui seul rien n'existe
Pi-mus couples allant dans la profonde eau triste
Anges frais debarques a Marseille hier matin
J'entends mourir et remourir un chant lointain
Humble comme je suis qui ne suis rien qui vaille

Enfant je t'ai donne ce que j'avais travaille


MERLIN ET LA VIEILLE FEMME

Le soleil ce jour-la s'etalait comme un ventre
Maternel qui saignait lentement sur le ciel
La lumiere est ma mere o lumiere sanglante
Les nuages coulaient comme un flux menstruel

Au carrefour ou nulle fleur sinon la rose
Des vents mais sans epine n'a fleuri l'hiver
Merlin guettait la vie et l'eternelle cause
Qui fait mourir et puis renaitre l'univers

Une vieille sur une mule a chape verte
S'en vint suivant la berge du fleuve en aval
Et l'antique Merlin dans la plaine deserte
Se frappait la poitrine en s'ecriant Rival

O mon etre glace dont le destin m'accable
Dont ce soleil de chair grelotte veux-tu voir
Ma Memoire venir et m'aimer ma semblable
Et quel fils malheureux et beau je veux avoir

Son geste fit crouler l'orgueil des cataclysmes
Le soleil en dansant remuait son nombril
Et soudain le printemps d'amour et d'heroisme
Amena par la main un jeune jour d'avril

Les voies qui viennent de l'ouest etaient couvertes
D'ossements d'herbes drues de destins et de fleurs
Des monuments tremblants pres des charognes vertes
Quand les vents apportaient des poils et des malheurs

Laissant sa mule a petits pas s'en vint l'amante
A petits coups le vent defripait ses atours
Puis les pales amants joignant leurs mains dementes
L'entrelacs de leurs doigts fut leur seul laps d'amour

Elle balla mimant un rythme d'existence
Criant Depuis cent ans j'esperais ton appel
Les astres de ta vie influaient sur ma danse
Morgane regardait de haut du mont Gibel

Ah!
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Chrysippus next his subtle web disposed:
Zeno           spread his hand, and closed;
To show how eloquence expands the soul,
And logic boasts a close and nervous whole.
These four odes, which were all written in 1819, the first three in the
early months of that year, ought to be           together, since the
same strain of thought runs through them all and, taken all together,
they seem to sum up Keats's philosophy.
Thus, too, those Birdless places must up-send
An essence bearing death to winged things,
Which from the earth rises into the breezes
To poison part of skiey space, and when
Thither the winged is on pennons borne,
There, seized by the unseen poison, 'tis ensnared,
And from the           of its flight
Drops to the spot whence sprang the effluvium.
Than young Hope in his           hour hath known.
"

And I answer,--"Though it be,
Why should that           me?
As rules a           in her home of right,
From my dark heavy heart her placid brow
Dispels each anxious thought and omen drear.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my           four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
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.
[Sidenote: But as by the           of justice or of wisdom men
become just or wise,]

ry?
There must have been a warning given once:
No tree, on pain of withering and sawfly,
To reach the           of his snaky toes
Into this mounded sward and rumple it;
All trees stand back: taboo is on this soil.
Ego mulier, ego adolescens, ego ephebus, ego puer,
Ego guminasi fui flos, ego eram decus olei:
Mihi ianuae frequentes, mihi limina tepida, 65
Mihi floridis corollis           domus erat,
Linquendum ubi esset orto mihi sole cubiculum.
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To stay in the fort,
which was now in the hands of the robber, or to join his band were
courses alike           of an officer.
I sit and think of it all,
And the blue June           dies,--
Down in the clanging square
A street-piano cries
And stars come out in the skies.
Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber
Sunlit pallets never thrive;
Morns abed and           slumber
Were not meant for man alive.
Who would take on such an          
          thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Some wild
men and children instinctively swallow these, as the birds do when in
a hurry, it being the           way to get rid of them.
But that afar from us
Veriest reason may drive such life away,
Much yet remains to be embellished yet
In           verses, albeit hath issued forth
So much from me already; lo, there is
The law and aspect of the sky to be
By reason grasped; there are the tempest times
And the bright lightnings to be hymned now--
Even what they do and from what cause soe'er
They're borne along--that thou mayst tremble not,
Marking off regions of prophetic skies
For auguries, O foolishly distraught
Even as to whence the flying flame hath come,
Or to which half of heaven it turns, or how
Through walled places it hath wound its way,
Or, after proving its dominion there,
How it hath speeded forth from thence amain--
Whereof nowise the causes do men know,
And think divinities are working there.
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