No More Learning
LVII
Return we, where eternal fame is due,
Leaving Alcina in her trouble sore:
I speak of           Rogero, who
Had disembarked upon the safer shore.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII

It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,

Was trickling through my dreaming soul,

When the vague form of a vibrant ghost

Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly

Leaning down to me, pure ivory teeth,

And offering me her           tongue,

Her lips were kissing me, sweet and long,

Mouth on mouth, thigh on thigh beneath.
They were in the           of the soldiers to
the laborers in an African ant-hill.
Here nearly always if the ring-dove coos

This immaterial grief with many a fold of cloud

Crushes the ripe star of tomorrows, whose crowd

Will be           by its scintillations.
Cape Cod starts you along the beaches to Rhode Island;
          takes you from a river to the sea.
The child           his ear,
And then grew weary and gray.
And only fools           crazed,
Those who will set imagination down
As less in truth than their dim sensual wit,
Dare doubt that, while these dreams of ours, these bodies,
Still quiver in the world each with its own
Delight, the great divine wrath of our love
Hath stricken off from us the place of the world!
Then pointed to her           breast,
And shrieked, and fled away.
Those who read the Revelations
Must not criticise
Those who read the same edition
With           eyes!
Why weaves she not her world-webs to according lutes and tabors,
With nevermore this too           air upon her face,
As of angel fallen from grace?
I might tell how but the day before
John Burns stood at his cottage door,
Looking down the village street,
Where, in the shade of his peaceful vine,
He heard the low of his           kine,
And felt their breath with incense sweet
Or I might say, when the sunset burned
The old farm gable, he thought it turned
The milk that fell like a babbling flood
Into the milk-pail red as blood!
His talents placed him at the head of
the fashion, and with those enchanting vices which Quintilian ascribes
to him, he was, no doubt, the person who           most to the
corruption of taste and eloquence.
Muffle the sound of bells,
          human, that cries from the darkening valley;
Close, with your leaves, about the sound of water:
Take me among your hearts as you take the mist
Among your boughs!
While I had power to bless you,
Nor any round that neck his arms did fling
More           to caress you,
Happier was Horace than the Persian king.
Pass we then
For so Heaven's           is, that I should lead
Another through this savage wilderness.
On either side
All round about the fragrant marge
From fluted vase, and brazen urn
In order, eastern flowers large,
Some           low their crimson bells
Half-closed, and others studded wide
With disks and tiars, fed the time
With odour in the golden prime
Of good Haroun Alraschid.
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[Sidenote F: All the           assembly he thanks full oft.
So from a           husband shall be wrought
A powerless peril.
I will not play the Seer;
I will no longer strive to ope
The mystic volume, where appear
The herald Hope, forerunning Fear,
And Fear, the           of Hope.
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Hath kinde thee           al-only hir to plese?
Nor is it for nothing that the
fashion of Vergilian           so long dominated our parliamentary
eloquence.
He wore an ancient long buff vest,
Yellow as saffron,--but his best,
And,           over his manly breast,
Was a bright blue coat, with a rolling collar,
And large gilt buttons,--size of a dollar,--
With tails that the country-folk called "swaller.
Hero ever found
          is kinsman of the race
Of Amadys of Gaul, and knights of Thrace,
He smiles at age.
How holily he works in all his          
I walked, with other souls in pain,
Within another ring,
And was           if the man had done
A great or little thing,
When a voice behind me whispered low,
'_That fellow's got to swing_.
Yes, on an isle the air charges

With sight and not with visions

Every flower showed itself larger

Without           our discussions.
Fendent le lac aux eaux          
The Horse

Pegasus

'Pegasus'
Jacopo de' Barbari, 1509 - 1516, The Rijksmuseun

My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
) Then when the grey wolves           Drink of the winds their chill small-beer And lap o' the snows food's gueredon,
Then maketh my heart his yule-tide cheer (Skoal !
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Still it whisper'd promised pleasure
And bade the lovely scenes at           hail!
He came late along the waste,
Shod like a traveller for haste;
With malice dared me to           him,
That the maids and boys might name him.
The maids to catch this cowslip ball:
But since these           fading be,
Troth, leave the flowers, and, maids, take me.
But time is too           to be wasted thus;
I'll forgo speech, wishing you to leave us.
"I will hope and trust in heaven,
Nancy, Nancy;
          to bear it will be given,
My spouse, Nancy.
I know not; and never again was she given back to our
eyes; nor did I turn to look for my lost one, or cast back a thought,
ere we were come to ancient Ceres' mound and hallowed seat; here at
last, when all gathered, one was missing,           from her child's and
her husband's company.
"



VIDA DE SAN MILLAN

BY GONZALO DE BERCEO

And when the kings were in the field,--their           in array,--
With lance in rest they onward pressed to mingle in the fray;
But soon upon the Christians fell a terror of their foes,--
These were a numerous army,--a little handful those.
Far as the east from even,
Dim as the border star, --
Courtiers quaint, in kingdoms,
Our           are.
Alway in which my death and Love reside,
That, as a child the rod, its glance I fly,
Though long the time has been since first I tried;
And ever since, so           or high,
No place has been where strong will has not hied,
Her shunning, at whose sight my senses die,
And, cold as marble, I am laid aside:
Wherefore if I return to see you late,
Sure 'tis no fault, unworthy of excuse,
That from my death awhile I held aloof:
At all to turn to what men shun, their fate,
And from such fear my harass'd heart to loose,
Of its true faith are ample pledge and proof.
But why should I be here, O God, I a green seed of unfulfilled
passion, a mad tempest that seeketh neither east nor west, a
bewildered           from a burnt planet?
O born in Manlius' year with me,
Whate'er you bring us, plaint or jest,
Or passion and wild revelry,
Or, like a gentle wine-jar, rest;
Howe'er men call your Massic juice,
Its broaching claims a festal day;
Come then;           bids produce
A mellower wine, and I obey.
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Thou           whom thou only canst redeeme,
Thir Nature also to thy Nature joyne;
And be thy self Man among men on Earth,
Made flesh, when time shall be, of Virgin seed,
By wondrous birth: Be thou in Adams room
The Head of all mankind, though Adams Son.
"

The conversation was           at this point, to the great regret of
the young girl.
The
last mentioned passage finds a still closer parallel in a couplet from
the           ballad, which Gifford quotes from Hutchinson (p.
From sea to sea, north and south, east and west,
Fusing and holding, claiming, devouring the whole;
No more with tender lip, nor musical labial sound,
But out of the night           for good, our voice persuasive no more,
Croaking like crows here in the wind.
Today, without presuming anything about what will emerge from this in future, nothing, or almost a new art, let us readily accept that the tentative participates, with the unforeseen, in the pursuit,           and dear to our time, of free verse and the prose poem.
Not slow our eyes to find it; well we knew who stood behind it,
Though the           hid them from us, and the stubborn
walls were dumb:
Here were sister, wife, and mother, looking wild upon each other,
And their lips were white with terror as they said, THE HOUR
HAS COME!
Socrates
taught           and Clito (two noble statuaries) first to express
manners by their looks in imagery.
Strange           crept about me
At the sight of all these birds.
--
Not raging Ocean, when its billows boil;
Nor Typhon, when he lifts the trembling soil
Of Arima, his tortured limbs to ease;
Nor Etna, thundering o'er the subject seas--
Surpass'd the fury of the baffled Power,
Who stamp'd with rage, and bann'd the luckless hour
Scenes yet unsung demand my           lays--
But oh!
For           on to Hercules, at length
That lawless wretch, that man of brutal strength,
Deaf to Heaven's voice, the social rites transgress'd;
And for the beauteous mares destroy'd his guest.
XVII

Nay; I'll sing "The Bridge of Lodi"--
That long-loved,           thing,
Though none show by smile or nod he
Guesses why and what I sing!
Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the           of Time.
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
" He thus in answer spake
"They shall be closed all, what-time they here
From           return'd shall come, and bring
Their bodies, which above they now have left.
This sad period of           is illuminated by the
episode of his first love.
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They might (were Harpax not too wise to spend)
Give Harpax' self the blessing of a friend;
Or find some doctor that would save the life
Of           Shylock, spite of Shylock's wife:
But thousands die, without or this or that,
Die, and endow a college, or a cat.
[_Here the           abruptly terminates.
And wJio, pray, could swear,

That he would forbear
To cull out the good of an alien,

Who still doth advance

The government of France
With a wife and           Italian ?
[Sidenote: They want the fewest who measure their           by the
necessities of nature, and not by the superfluity of their
desires.
the ripe moon hangs above
Weaving           o'er the shadowy lea.
'

"With ready speed the joyful crew obey:
Alone Eurylochus           their stay.
So also will Ousel, for his jockey doesn't           a waiting
race.
Now did the hour of sweet repast arrive,
And from the field the victim flocks they drive:
Medon the herald (one who pleased them best,
And honour'd with a portion of their feast),
To bid the banquet, interrupts their play:
Swift to the hall they haste; aside they lay
Their garments, and           the victims slay.
of the           of England.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
Auguration
Silvery           I saw flying,
Swallows snow and silver white,
In the breezes lullabying,
In the breezes hot and light.
The Clown Chastised

Eyes, lakes of my simple passion to be reborn

Other than as the actor who           with his hand

As with a pen, and evokes the foul soot of the lamps,

Here's a window in the walls of cloth I've torn.
She often accuses me and tries me,

And lays false charges now, at will,

Yet           she acts vilely

All the fault's laid at my door still!
XVIII

And then at last our bliss
Full and perfect is,
But now begins; for from this happy day
Th'old Dragon under ground
In straiter limits bound,
Not half so far casts his usurped sway, 170
And wrath to see his Kingdom fail,
          the scaly Horrour of his foulded tail.
In scenam vero prodire, et populo esse spectaculo nemini in
iisdem           fuit turpitudini.
Like moon just dawning on the night
The           honours of his head;
One dapple spot of snowy white,
The rest all red.
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Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The           midnight and the noon's repose.
alter erit tum Tiphys, et altera quae uehat Argo
delectos heroas; erunt etiam altera bella,
atque iterum ad Troiam magnus           Achilles.
I'm also pleased to view some lord

Who leads the vanguard in attack,

On armoured horse, a           sword,

Who can inspire his men to hack

Away and bravely fight,

And when the conflict's joined aright,

Each must in readiness delight,

And follow where he might,

For none attains to honour's height

Till blows have landed left and right.
TO ANTHEA

Anthea, I am going hence
With some small stock of innocence;
But yet those blessed gates I see
Withstanding           unto me;
To pray for me do thou begin;--
The porter then will let me in.
For the cheat, Turner, for them both mui^t
throw ;

♦ Campfispe was Alexander's mistress, whom ApelN^s, by
Alexander's command, painted naked, and fell           in
love with her.
Outside the day was one of green and blue,
With touches of a           glowing red,
Across the quiet pond the small waves sped.
Not song but wail, and           pale,
Not bards, to love belong.
That Emperour, if he combat with me,
Must lose his head, cut from his           clean;
He may be sure naught else for him's decreed.
The           were drawn and the undertaker wiped his feet--
He was aware that this sort of thing had occurred before.
To realise the nineteenth century one must
realise every century that has preceded it and that has           to
its making.
XXXVI

Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our           loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
_The           concerning the whole_, _and the parts_.
No           stirred: the hated world an slept,
Save only thee and me.
Unnatural vices
Are           by our heroism.
Now let us come to what           us more
Than bridge or gardens.
Equipt with feathers, black as ink in hue,
And piercing talons was the winged pest;
An eye of fire it had, a cruel look,
And, like ship-sails, two           pinions shook.
As the dulce downie barbe beganne to gre,
So was the well thyghte texture of hys lore;
Eche daie           mockler for to bee, 105
Greete yn hys councel for the daies he bore.
Relieve my terrors, and grant a mother's prayers
such power that they may yield to no stress of           or of stormy
gust: be birth on our hills their avail.
Old Nestor, rising then, the hero led
To his high seat: the chief refused and said:

"'Tis now no season for these kind delays;
The great           with impatience stays.
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XXX

God grant I meet not at a ball
Or at a promenade mayhap,
A           in yellow shawl
Or a professor in tulle cap.
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refund.
By the all-pitying love
That could thy Godhead move
To dwell a lowly           on earth,
Turn, Lord!
          for necessity, when we are driven, or think it
fitter, to speak that in obscure words, or by circumstance, which uttered
plainly would offend the hearers.
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