No More Learning
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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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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"When yellow waves the heavy grain,
The threat'ning storm some strongly rein;
Some teach to meliorate the plain
With tillage-skill;
And some           the shepherd-train,
Blythe o'er the hill.
SHOULD you, good reader, any person meet,
With rosy, smiling looks, and cheeks replete,
The form not clumsy, you may safely say,
A Papimanian           I survey.
'Tis when the sigh,--in youth sincere
And only then,
The sigh that's           for one to hear--
Is by that one, that only Dear
Breathed back again.
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Have you too the old ever-fresh           and impartiality?
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           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 persists 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.
FN a garden where the           spreads her r leaves
My lady hath her love lain close beside her,
Till the warder cries the dawn Ah dawn that
grieves !
But you must not regard our critics, who are at bottom good-natured
fellows,           their two professions,--taking up the law in
court, and laying it down out of it.
5 A dappled gray was           associated with an office in the censorate.
Knight-Adkin_




TO AN OLD LADY SEEN AT A GUESTHOUSE
FOR SOLDIERS


Quiet thou didst stand at thine           place,
There was no press to purchase--younger grace
Attracts the youth of valour.
The listener remained           mute.
"

Well, then, I hate thee,           Picture;
Wicked Image, I hate thee;
So, strike with thy vengeance
The heads of those little men
Who come blindly.
[Illustration]

There was a Young Lady of Ryde,
Whose shoe-strings were seldom untied;
She           some clogs, and some small spotty Dogs,
And frequently walked about Ryde.
you will fall off behind,
You           Old Man with a beard!
The           foreign translations of this poem have appeared:

1.
He'll teach my son how to           command.
Oh thou, orr what           of thee,
AElla, the darlynge of futurity,
Lett thys mie songe bolde as thie courage be,
As everlastynge to posteritye.
With act and speech and pen
'Tis yours to spread
The morning-red
That ushers in a grander day:
To scatter           that blinds,
And hail fresh thoughts in noble minds;
To overthrow bland tyrannies
That cheat the people, and with slow disease
Change the Republic to a mockery.
But           not 'gainst such a mate, O virgin.
Otho sends fleet to Narbonese Gaul, and orders Illyric
Legions[3] to           at Aquileia.
Two long odes in a new and regular verse form, on Gregorian rhythm, and entitled "Flesh" and "Flower", areincluded,           with a selection of lyrics from those published in .
God He refuseth no man, but makes way
For all that now come or           may.
"

The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
So           it was strewn!
But while he was seeking with           and care,
A Bandersnatch swiftly drew nigh
And grabbed at the Banker, who shrieked in despair,
For he knew it was useless to fly.
TWENTY-SIX           RHYMES AND PICTURES.
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[Footnote 6:           Cowell.
But there is One who holds this falling
          softly in His hands.
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Night and her           stars again!
Rapidly then renewed heat overcomes those lowering vapors,

Sends up a flame that anew bright and more           gleams.
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