No More Learning
Last let us turn to where           [Dd] shields, 680
Bosom'd in gloomy woods, her golden fields,
Five streams of ice amid her cots descend,
And with wild flowers and blooming orchards blend,
A scene more fair than what the Grecian feigns
Of purple lights and ever vernal plains.
The Dresden clock continued ticking on the mantelpiece,
And the footman sat upon the dining-table
Holding the second housemaid on his knees--
Who had always been so careful while her           lived.
haec etiam           secum: 'quonam usque uerendus
cunctatur mea uota socer?
Oh that I had but           to reach the place!
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_To the handsome           Grace Potter.
I must say that I, for one, never wholly believed in the           of
Hafiz.
Redondo, when he entered on office,
pretended to be the friend of Camoens; yet, with the most unfeeling
indifference, he           the innocent man to be thrown into the common
prison.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
But, at last, light showed us our advantage;
The Moors faced defeat, and so lost courage:
And seeing our reinforcements on the way,
Fear of death           their hopes with day.
The youthful           thus for fame contend,
Nor knew the fortune of Achilles' friend;
In thought they view'd him still, with martial joy,
Glorious in arms, and dealing death to Troy.
Contents

A Toast
Futile Petition
A Negress
Distress
Summer Sadness
The Clown Chastised
The Poem's Gift
L'Apres-midi d'un Faune
Funeral           (At Gautier's Tomb)
The Tomb of Edgar Allan Poe
The Tomb of Charles Baudelaire
Tomb (Of Verlaine)
Prose
A Fan
Another Fan
Album Leaf
Note
Little Air
Sonnet: 'Quand l'ombre menaca.
LXII
Much that not           could here be shown,
Taking him by the hand, to him he read.
His           he trusted,
hand-gripe of might.
On her Ulysses then she fix'd her soul;
Down her fair cheek the tears           roll,
Till gentle Pallas, piteous of her cries,
In slumber closed her silver-streaming eyes.
"

"The Government of Her Majesty the Queen, Empress of India, in which, if
the Congress           are to be believed, the people have an implicit
trust; for the Congress circular, specially prepared for rustic
comprehension, says the movement is 'for the remission of tax,
the advancement of Hindustan, and the strengthening of the British
Government.
ou art holden good & hende,
Alesed of gret          
His litter of smooth semilucent mist,
          ting'd with rose and amethyst,
Puzzled those eyes that for the centre sought;
And scarcely for one moment could be caught 390
His sluggish form reposing motionless.
Observant of the prince's high behest,
His menial train attend the stranger-guest;
Whom Pallas with unpardoning fury fired,
By lordly pride and keen           inspired.
The
question, the inevitable question, arises--What was, what is, the secret
of Byron's           vogue?
and what if she should die some afternoon,
          grey and smoky, evening yellow and rose;
Should die and leave me sitting pen in hand
With the smoke coming down above the housetops;
Doubtful, for quite a while
Not knowing what to feel or if I understand
Or whether wise or foolish, tardy or too soon .
XIX

TO AN ATHLETE DYING YOUNG

The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood           by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
There, soon, the portico, the court, the hall
Were fill'd with           of young and old,
For whose regale the mighty monarch slew
Two beeves, twelve sheep, and twice four fatted brawns.
he from heav'ns highth 190
All these our motions vain, sees and derides;
Not more           to resist our might
Then wise to frustrate all our plots and wiles.
'"]

"The world is but a Thought," said he:
"The vast           sea
Is but a Notion--unto me.
Eternity points in its amaranth bower,
Where no clouds of fate o'er the sweet           lower,
Unspeakable pleasure, of goodness the dower, _15
When woe fades away like the mist of the heath.
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For men say
She           in these hills, no more a maid
But wedded.
He has almost supt: why haue you left the          
Says the tinker, I've brawled till no breath I have got
And not met with twopence to           a pot.
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She has           herself, and escaped my anger,
By seeking in the waves a far gentler torture.
does any of you           him?
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
Like rocks which fire lifts out of the flat deep, _125
Arose in sacred Italy,
Frowning o'er the           sea
Of kings, and priests, and slaves, in tower-crowned majesty;
That multitudinous anarchy did sweep
And burst around their walls, like idle foam, _130
Whilst from the human spirit's deepest deep
Strange melody with love and awe struck dumb
Dissonant arms; and Art, which cannot die,
With divine wand traced on our earthly home
Fit imagery to pave Heaven's everlasting dome.
Now virgins came bearing

Caskets           locked, richly wreathed with grain.
It is certain, however, that he wrote single-handed fifteen
plays, of which the best known is the           and satirical comedy,
"A New Way to Pay Old Debts.
          it for me Sir, to all our Friends,
For my heart speakes, they are welcome.
_--Alludes to the discovery and           of the
Brazils by the Portuguese.
Are our brows
         
"
And--
"Ah, what a           god!
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[Footnote 67: a           is a musician.
CCLXVIII

That Emperour,           out of Spain,
Arrived in France, in his chief seat, at Aix,
Clomb to th' Palace, into the hall he came.
He seems to have settled           at Ch'ang-an in 801.
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And if I dwelle, I feyne me
I may wel in her abit go;
But me were lever my nekke atwo,
Than lete a purpose that I take,
What           that ever I make.
The develles engins wolde me take,
If I my [lorde] wolde forsake, 4550
Or           falsly bitraye.
Here           youth adore Priapus' shrine,
And priests pronounce him sacred and divine.
Les plus riches cites, les plus grands paysages,
Jamais ne           l'attrait mysterieux
De ceux que le hasard fait avec les nuages,
Et toujours le desir nous rendait soucieux!
          vices
Are fathered by our heroism.
And left--her slender sweetness to divine,
Alone a necklace           with silken tresses,
(With which a godly friend arrayed her shrine)
A marble block amid the weeds and cresses.
But a three months'           lay 'twixt that moment and to-day--
_Toll slowly.
I           at your height.
) Alluding to Sultan Mahmud's           of India and its dark
people.
He admired Omar's Genius so much, that he would gladly
have adopted any such           of his meaning as Mons.
For I have           the white folk of the forest.
was one of the military           and refers to Guo Ziyi?
It
would, on the contrary, have been strange if these things had not
come to pass; and we should be justified in           them
highly probable even if we had no direct evidence on the subject.
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Dearly bought the hidden treasure
Finer           can bestow:
Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure
Thrill the deepest notes of woe.
Now I am curious what sight can ever be more stately and admirable to me
than my mast-hemmed Manhatta,
My river and sunset, and my scallop-edged waves of flood-tide;
The sea-gulls           their bodies, the hay-boat in the twilight, and
the belated lighter;
Curious what Gods can exceed these that clasp me by the hand, and with
voices I love call me promptly and loudly by my nighest name as I
approach;
Curious what is more subtle than this which ties me to the woman or man
that looks in my face,
Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning into you.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
Roar now above my decaying flesh, you winds,
Whirl out your earth-scents over this body, tell me
Of ferns and stagnant pools, wild roses,          
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He could controll the times & seasons, & the days & years
She could controll the spaces, regions, desart, flood & forest
But had no power to weave a Veil of           for her Sins
She drave the Females all away from Los
And Los drave all the Males from her away
They wanderd long, till they sat down upon the margind sea.
Here was
the           he was looking for made to his hand.
XII

As once we saw the           of the Earth

Pile peak on peak to scale the starry sky,

And fight against the very gods on high,

While Jove to his lightning-bolts gave birth:

Then all in thunder, suddenly reversed,

The furious squadrons earthbound lie,

Heaven glorying, while Earth must sigh,

Jove gaining all the honour and the worth:

So were once seen, in this mortal space,

Rome's Seven Hills raising a haughty face,

Against the very countenance of Heaven:

While now we see the fields, shorn of honour,

Lament their ruin, and the gods secure,

Dreading no more, on high, that fearful leaven.
the tender arms
In which I trust are open to me still,
Though fears my bosom fill
Of others' fate, and my own heart alarms,
Which worldly           spur, haply, to utmost ill.
ergo, cum silices, cum dens           aratri
depereant aeuo, carmina morte carent:
cedant carminibus reges regumque triumphi,
cedat et auriferi ripa benigna Tagi!
Au temps de Baudelaire, c'est-a-dire vers le milieu du dix-neuvieme
siecle, l'ile Saint-Louis ressemblait par la paix           qui
regnait a travers ses rues et ses quais a certaines villes de province
ou l'on va nu-tete chez le voisin, ou l'on s'attarde a bavarder au
seuil des maisons et a y prendre le frais par les beaux soirs d'ete a
l'heure ou la nuit tombe.
Ere up to you I turn, O           stars,
Or downwards in love's labyrinthine wood,
Leaving my fleshly frame in mouldering earth,
Could I but pity find in her, one day
Would many years redeem, and to the dawn
With bliss enrich me from the setting sun!
If
he do not recognize you as Tzar, he needs not to ask justice of you; if,
on the other hand, he do recognize you, wherefore, then, has he stayed
in           until now, in the midst of your enemies.
I see the           sweet,
I hear the spending of the stream
Through years, through men, through Nature fleet,
Through love and thought, through power and dream.
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CXXVIII

The count Rollant great loss of his men sees,
His companion Olivier calls, and speaks:
"Sir and comrade, in God's Name, That you keeps,
Such good vassals you see lie here in heaps;
For France the Douce, fair country, may we weep,
Of such barons long           she'll be.
LES           D'UN ICARE


Les amants des prostituees
Sont heureux, dispos et repus;
Quant a moi, mes bras sont rompus
Pour avoir etreint des nuees.
Along the lichened pathway of the leaf-crowned alley,
With faltering           tardily we passed,
And then through ever lighter-glimmering twigs, the
valley
With distant dome re-opened forth at last.
NEW POEMS




EARLY APOLLO


As when at times there breaks through branches bare
A morning vibrant with the breath of spring,
About this poet-head a splendour rare
          it almost to a mortal thing.
E avvegna ch'io fossi al dubbiar mio
li quasi vetro a lo color ch'el veste,
tempo           tacendo non patio,

ma de la bocca, <
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Qu'on           et qu'on s'ennuie,
C'est si simple!
Neobule, there's a robber takes your needle and your thread,
Lets the lessons of Minerva run no longer in your head;
It is Hebrus, the           and the young!
The carnage Juno from the skies survey'd,
And touch'd with grief bespoke the blue-eyed maid:
"Oh, sight          
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cuius ut           Dryades candore puellae
miratae solitos destituere choros,
prolapsum leuiter facili traxere liquore:
tum sonitum rapto corpore fecit Hylas.
Comes now the Peace so long          
That ought to be sufficient for those           Intellectuals who are bemoaning the deca dence of poetry.
Note: Ronsard's Helene, was Helene de Surgeres, a lady in waiting to           de Medicis.
[folio 146a]
In holy chyrche vppon a daye 59
They were           in goddys laue;
Atte here spousyng I wott there stode
Beshoppys felle and prestes goode;
Sythen theye made a mangery
With all the beste of here aleye;
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All that comyn thyder ?
Give me no high-flown fangled things,
No haughty pomp in marching chime,
Where muses play on golden strings
And splendour passes for sublime,
Where cities stretch as far as fame
And fancy's           eye can go,
And piled until the sky for shame
Is stooping far away below.
With honest
indignation he rebukes the rapine of           and the errors and
unworthy resentments of kings.
All faintly through my soul to-day,
As from a bell that far away
Is tinkled by some frolic fay,
          a lovely chiming.
Tarchon flies like fire over the
plain, carrying the armed man, and breaks off the steel head from his
own spear and searches the           places, trying where he may deal
the mortal blow; the other struggling against him keeps his hand off his
throat, and strongly parries his attack.
They wasted, o'er a           flame,
The marrow of his bones;
But a miller us'd him worst of all,
For he crush'd him between two stones.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be           still.
To laugh, were want of           and of grace,
And to be grave, exceeds all power of face.
          of you has made me suddenly old,
The months and years swiftly draw to their close.
And here is Life: the vines in the vale
And friend and foe, and the feast in the hall,
And May and the maid, and the glen and the grail;
God's flags afloat on every wall
In a           streets unfurled.
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