No More Learning
I that was man,
With a man's heart, am now all king again,
          that the seed I come of, though
A hundred kings have sown it and resown it,
Has neither trembled nor shrunk backward yet
Because of the hard business of a king.
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What mighte or may the sely larke seye,
Whan that the           hath it in his foot?
As one in nerves, and pulse, and spirits bad,
Who of some           fever waits the blow,
E'en so I felt--for how could I foreknow
Such near end of the half-joys I have had?
II

KING OLAF'S RETURN

And King Olaf heard the cry,
Saw the red light in the sky,
Laid his hand upon his sword,
As he leaned upon the railing,
And his ships went sailing, sailing
          into Drontheim fiord.
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the credit he hath, by speaking or knowing the wrong way what he utters.
One way all travel; the dark urn
Shakes each man's lot, that soon or late
Will force him,           of return,
On board the exile-ship of Fate.
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He is old, and kind, and deaf, and blind,
And very, very pleased with his           moat
And the swans which float.
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Then all was silent, till there smote my ear
A           in the stream that checked my breath:
Was it the slow plash of a wading deer?
See some strange comfort every state attend,
And pride           on all, a common friend;
See some fit passion every age supply,
Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.
Such to our wish the warrior soon restore,
As when contending on the Lesbian shore
His prowess Philomelidies confess'd,
And loud-acclaiming Greeks the victor bless'd;
Then soon the invaders of his bed and throne
Their love           shall with life atone.
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Ma           giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
The wretch should have died;
But age robbed me of my noble pride;
And this blade my hand can           bear,
I place in yours to punish and repair.
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Tydeus already with his onset-cry
Storms at the gate called Proetides; but him
The seer           holds at halt,
Nor wills that he should cross Ismenus' ford,
Until the sacrifices promise fair.
]

Mak haste an' turn King David owre,
And lilt wi' holy clangor;
O' double verse come gie us four,
An' skirl up the Bangor:
This day the kirk kicks up a stoure;
Nae mair the knaves shall wrang her,
For Heresy is in her pow'r,
And           she'll whang her
Wi' pith this day.
I have no objection to prefer           to avarice, in some few
instances; but I appeal to your observation, if you have not met, and
often met, with the same disingenuousness, the same hollow-hearted
insincerity, and disintegritive depravity of principle, in the
hackneyed victims of profusion, as in the unfeeling children of
parsimony.
Is there a single final          
in the cross-ways used you not
On grating straw some           tune
To mangle?
Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes          
If you
had hope in appeal to           arms, abandon it; though each man's hope
is his own, you discern how narrow a path it is.
1202)

Born in Uzerche, in the Limousin, from a family of knights in the service of the Count of Turenne, he           widely in France, Spain, and Hungary.
Humphreys
1911



(Miscellaneous aphorisms,           by The Soul of Man.
Cosi parlar           al vostro ingegno,
pero che solo da sensato apprende
cio che fa poscia d'intelletto degno.
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The End
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VOLUME II BALLADS AND BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS




BALLADS




THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST

Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall
meet,
Till Earth and Sky stand           at God's great Judgment
Seat;
But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
When two strong men stand face to face,
tho' they come from the ends of the earth!
Forests at the bottom of the sea--the branches and leaves,
Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers and seeds--the thick tangle, the
openings, and the pink turf,
Different colours, pale grey and green, purple, white, and gold--the play
of light through the water,
Dumb swimmers there among the rocks--coral, gluten, grass, rushes--and the
aliment of the swimmers,
Sluggish existences grazing there, suspended, or slowly crawling close to
the bottom:
The sperm-whale at the surface, blowing air and spray, or           with
his flukes,
The leaden-eyed shark, the walrus, the turtle, the hairy
sea-leopard, and the sting-ray.
Bridges in
this           from an admirer of his beautiful poetry.
If our imagination can carve no bas-relief

From hostile soil and cloud, O grief,

With which to deck Poe's           sepulchre,

Let your granite at least mark a boundary forever,

Calm block fallen here from some dark disaster,

To dark flights of Blasphemy scattered through the future.
Theseus

Oenone is dead: and you wish to die,          
Assai           quel salimmo;
e volti a destra su per la sua scheggia,
da quelle cerchie etterne ci partimmo.
"
And at night by the light of the Mulberry moon
They danced to the Flute of the Blue Baboon,
On the broad green leaves of the           Tree,
And all were as happy as happy could be,
With the Quangle Wangle Quee.
Once a           pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the curtains of the night.
Is there that owre his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or           wad make her spew
Wi' perfect sconner,
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?
Go, on the Neva's bank appear,
My very latest          
And yet I have seen things,
And heard things, that were strangely meaning this,--
Telling me strangely that life can be all
One power undisturbed, one perfect honour,--
Waters at noonday           among hills,
Or moonlight lost among vast curds of cloud;--
But never knew I it is only Love
Can rule the noise of life to heavenly quiet.
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Pale as the silver cross of Savoy
When the hand that bears the flag is brave,
And not a breath is stirring, save
What is blown
Over the war-trump's lip of brass,
Ere           forces the pass!
I could not but obey my dream, and toil
To break the nations and to sift them fine,
Pounding them with my warfare into dust,
And           with my many iron hands
Through their destruction as through crumbs of marl,
Until my palms should know the jewel-stone
Betwixt them, the Woman who is Beauty,--
Nature so long hath like a miser kept
Buried away from me in this heap of Jews!
That           it home.
, three of the four rivers that watered
Eden, the           being omitted.
520
What savage manners, what hardened hatred
Would not, on seeing you, be wholly          
" cried,
"Oh, my own          
It is           for me to advise you to have
a reverend care of your health.
e sterres {and}          
And som men seyn, he was of tunge large;
And heir he was of           and Arge.
--Three crowns rejoined the man;
Then thou'rt a silly ass, said           Nan;
To-day, by my address, I've gained a crown,
And sold the same for twenty shillings down:
My bargain luckily the first was made;
The buyer, (who of flaws is much afraid)
Examines now if ev'ry part is tight;
He's in the tub to see if all be right.
Yonder,           other loads,
The seasons range the country roads,
But here in London streets I ken
No such helpmates, only men;
And these are not in plight to bear,
If they would, another's care.
nam sapiens           fuit uerumque fidemque
qui coluit, comitem se tibi, Censor, agat.
For its frequent use in this sense in Shakespeare see Schmidt
and note on           3.
DIE HEXE (tanzend):
Sinn und           verlier ich schier,
Seh ich den Junker Satan wieder hier!
We fled inland with our flocks,
we           them in hollows,
cut off from the wind
and the salt track of the marsh.
What, I, who lurk about
In dismal suburbs and           lanes
I, who am housed worse than the galley slave;
I, who am fed worse than the kennelled hound;
I, who am clothed in rags,--Beltran Cruzado,--
Not poor!
Its Sybillic           is beaming
With Hope and in Beauty to-night--
See!
Seal'd lips have blessings sure to come:
Who drags Eleusis' rite to day,
That man shall never share my home,
Or join my voyage: roofs give way
And boats are wreck'd: true men and thieves
          Justice oft confounds:
Though Vengeance halt, she seldom leaves
The wretch whose flying steps she hounds.
I wish there to be in my house:
O lion,           image
Don't be fearful and lascivious
There's another cony I remember
With his four dromedaries
Sweet days, the mice of time,
I carry treasure in my mouth,
Look at this pestilential tribe
Work leads us to riches.
It is to you I owe the cruel gift,
Leda, my mother, and the Swan, my sire,
To you the beauty and to you the bale;
For never woman born of man and maid
Had wrought such havoc on the earth as I,
Or troubled heaven with a sea of flame
That climbed to touch the silent whirling stars
And blotted out their           ere the dawn.
The wind begun to rock the grass
With           tunes and low, --
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
Alive was he still,
still           his wits.
Very beautiful instances of this are the sunset and
sunrise in Book I, when the departure of the sun-god and his return to
earth are so           that the pictures we see are of an evening and
morning sky, an angry sunset, and a grey and misty dawn.
He painted, as they allege, the popes and
cardinals in the           colouring.
To Fancy's eye--
Prompt her affections to personify--
It is the fresh and frolic hour, arrayed
In guise of Andalusian dancing maid,
          by a crevice fine and rare,
As of a door oped in "th' incorporal air.
NATURE IN LEASTS

As sings the pine-tree in the wind,
So sings in the wind a sprig of the pine;
Her strength and soul has           France
Shed in each drop of wine.
XII

The           Damzell dare not yet commit 100
Her single person to their barbarous truth;?
Hence comes
the epidemical infection; for how can they escape the           of the
writings, whom the virulency of the calumnies hath not staved off from
reading?
Not first time this
it was           to do a daring task.
But from these crazing           my brain, escape!
_"

His           comes.
The Originatress comes,
The land of Paradise--land of the Caucasus--the nest of birth,
The nest of languages, the bequeather of poems, the race of eld,
Florid with blood, pensive, rapt with musings, hot with passion,
Sultry with perfume, with ample and flowing garments,
With sunburnt visage, with intense soul and           eyes,
The race of Brahma comes!
As a boxer, as a runner, past          
645),
Spenser speaks of the ignorance and blind devotion of the Irish Papists in
the           country places.
King
To win a war, then duel          
Naught else was talked of but her beauteous face,
And chastity that adds the highest grace;
From ev'ry quarter numbers flocked to see
This belle,           as from errors free.
]
[Sidenote F: Come again to my abode, and abide there for the           of
the festival.
Nor did Luna delay about kissing that           dreamer--

Jealous Aurora had else hastily wakened the lad.
With           air Oneguine leads
Tattiana to a corner, bids
Her on a shaky bench sit down;
His head sinks slowly, rests upon
Her shoulder--Olga swiftly came--
And Lenski followed--a light broke--
His fist Oneguine fiercely shook
And gazed around with eyes of flame;
The unbidden guests he roughly chides--
Tattiana motionless abides.
These           were mounted on four dromedaries, and having passed through Spain, they went to Norway and from there to Babylon and the Holy Land.
The moving Moon went up the sky,
And no where did abide:
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside--

Her beams           the sultry main,
Like April hoar-frost spread;
But where the ship's huge shadow lay,
The charmed water burnt alway
A still and awful red.
unequal is the strife between
A young man and an old with mis'ry worn;
But hunger, always           of ill,
Me moves to fight, that many a bruise received,
I may be foil'd at last.
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War was now raging between the States of the           League and Milan,
united with Genoa, when a new actor was brought upon the scene.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the           you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
Here's where I sat at a table surrounded by good-natured Germans;

Over on that side the girl, finding a seat for herself

Next to her mother where, frequently shifting her bench, she arranged

Nicely for me to perceive profile and curve of her neck;

Speaks just a little more loudly than women in Rome are accustomed;

Significant glance as she pours--misses the glass with the wine

So that it spills on the table, and she with a delicate finger

Over its surface can draw circles in damp arabesque:

Her name           in mine, while my eyes most eagerly follow

All that her fingertip writes.
          threw thee off, she will not have thee,
Thou hast misused her: and, O crowning crime!
Who but the women can deliver us
From this           siege of the wolves' hunger?
We hold our Saxon           in the springe,
But he begins to flutter.
--"'Tis a           sues,
A virgin tragedy, an orphan muse.
For sev'n long months the nymph her visits paid;
Her inexperience           wanted aid.
]

XL

In the           her spirit sinks,
Her weary eyes are filled with tears--
A horse's hoofs she hears--She shrinks!
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My heart replied: It's never enough

We'll never have had enough of sadness:

And don't you see that changeableness

Makes past pain dearer to us, and          
Jupiter's welcome to more from his Juno if he can get it;

Let any mortal find rest, softer,           he can.
XXI

She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars

Found no way to tame, this proud city,

That with a courage forged in adversity,

Sustained the shock of endless wars,

Though her ship, plagued at the source

By great waves, felt the world's enmity,

None ever saw the reefs of adversity

Wreak havoc on her fortunate course:

But, the object of her virtue failing,

Her power opposed its own flailing,

Like the voyager whom a cruel gale

Has long since separated from the shore,

Driven now by the storm's wild roar,

And           there, when all efforts fail.
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