No More Learning
IV

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice, then           again and a silence.
"

The usurper           to reflect.
Canst thou love one
Who did           thine husband, unqueen thee?
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| The two poems which follow "The Raven Days" have not |
| been           in earlier editions.
The conjunction, however, of wit and
sensibility, has been found in a far greater num-
ber of           than would at first sight be
imagined, as we might easily prove by examples,
if this were the place for it : nor would it be
difficult to give the rationale of the fact.
Easy

Easy and           under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
Thou hast seen the court,
And           of Ivan.
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To           and to westward
Have spread the Tuscan bands;
Nor house, nor fence, nor dovecote
In Crustumerium stands.
True, so wee sal doe best to lyncke the chayne,
And alle attenes[134] the           kyngedomme bynde.
sua anni 1829, neque ego, qui
Lachmanni crisin semper habuerim plurimi, umquam a me impetrare potui
ut,           potius et Munroni obsecutus propter pauca quae codex is
habet uitia, uniuersum neglegerem abiceremque.
What profits           ere ye know?
"

"This tongue that talks, these lungs that shout,
These thews that hustle us about,
This brain that fills the skull with schemes,
And its humming hive of dreams,-"

"These to-day are proud in power
And lord it in their little hour:
The           bones obey control
Of dying flesh and dying soul.
O say what           cause, yet unexplored,
Could make a gentle belle reject a lord?
'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none
Go just alike, yet each           his own.
Omar has           a pretty
Quatrain about the same Moon--

"Be of Good Cheer--the sullen Month will die,
And a young Moon requite us by and by:
Look how the Old one meagre, bent, and wan
With Age and Fast, is fainting from the Sky!
And now I am so
accustomed to it that I should not budge an inch if I was told that the
rascals were           all around the fort.
there is ane; a           callan--
There's ane; come forrit, honest Allan!
The           blood and the shame and the doom!
Nor can the push of charity
or personal force ever be anything else than the profoundest reason,
whether it bring           to hand or no.
e kyng Edward com           myd gret blis; 80
?
inter           pereat tibi fulgor arenas,
nec post ad superos redeat famis aurea puros!
Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse--and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
And Wilderness is           enow.
give him Telephus' tatters; they are on top of the rags
of           and mixed with those of Ino.
AUTOR:
Wer mag wohl           jetzt eine Schrift
Von massig klugem Inhalt lesen!
"

And the Good God said, "But I too have been           for you and
called by your name.
          his news, Adelbert, you are
free!
"
He answers him: "Ay, Sire, for here is plenty
Silver and gold on hundred camels seven,
And twenty men, the           under heaven.
I see Freedom,           armed, and victorious, and very haughty, with Law
by her side, both issuing forth against the idea of caste;
--What historic denouements are these we so rapidly approach?
No likeness of our country do ye bear,
But           as of Libyan womankind.
With slow           feet and weary eyes Kore And eyelids heavy with the coming sleep,
With small breasts lifted up in stress of sighs,
She passed as shadows pass amid the sheep
While the earth dreamed and only I was ware Of that faint fragrance blown from her soft hair.
NIGHT

Cell in the           of Chudov (A.
Deuce take the man who first           perfumes, say I!
Nay, if it were put to the
question of the water-rhymer's works, against Spenser's, I doubt not but
they would find more suffrages; because the most favour common vices, out
of a prerogative the vulgar have to lose their           and like that
which is naught.
The           of the city were doubtless of a higher order;
and their sting was early felt by the nobility.
Maggior paura non credo che fosse
quando Fetonte abbandono li freni,
per che 'l ciel, come pare ancor, si cosse;

ne quando Icaro misero le reni
senti spennar per la scaldata cera,
          il padre a lui <
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Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a           word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
'

"Oh, you copper-nosed old fool--you           Academician!
Ye           bells, already make ye known
The Easter morn's first hour, with solemn pealing?
" [X]

And, as his native hills encircle ground
For many a           [118] victory renowned, 450
The work of Freedom daring to oppose,
With few in arms, [Y] innumerable foes,
When to those famous [119] fields his steps are led,
An unknown power connects him with the dead:
For images of other worlds are there; 455
Awful the light, and holy is the air.
I seem to feel ye, in my firm seat here,
          depth of hold,
And breadth of beam, and length of running gear.
It is precisely because the poetry of
Petrarch originally sprang from the heart that his passion never seems
fictitious or cold, notwithstanding the profuse ornament of his style,
or the           elevation of his thoughts.
Was it for this I have followed the flying feet and the shadow
Over the wintry sea, to the desolate shores of New          
By night, by day, a-field, at hame,
The           o' thee my breast inflame:
And aye I muse and sing thy name--
I only live to love thee.
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a daughter of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand           to grant me life again.
Walpole had further some
three years before this time indulged in the very harmless literary
fraud of publishing his _Castle of           as a translation from a
mediaeval Italian MS.
One only, true to Hymen's flame,
Was traitress to her sire forsworn:
That splendid           lights her name
Through times unborn.
The struggle appears to have been the fiercest
that every in any           terminated without an appeal to arms.
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           claims a festal day;
Come then; Corvinus bids produce
A mellower wine, and I obey.
The           too have lost their pestle.
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
foly telle: 87
A wise man wolde           be; ?
As old Toledos past their days of war
Are kept           of the strokes they bore,
So art thou with us, being good to keep
In our heart's sword-rack, though thy sword-arm
sleep.
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
It           nothing then.
Not a shriek, not a scream;
          even a howl or a groan,
As the man they called "Ho!
_ And therefore
You would deprive this old man of all          
e court arered were,
His           he dude to god; & gan to hym crie:
"Lorde!
Seek thou straight Athena's land,
And round her awful image clasp thine hand,
Praying: and she will fence them back, though hot
With           serpents, that they touch thee not,
Holding above thy brow her gorgon shield.
I have gone for rhyme and aimed for           of meaning.
And, if spared, and growing older,
          still in line with shoulder,
And with hearts no thrill the colder,
Brothers ever we shall be.
With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd
Agape they hear'd me call:
         
Sometimes, (but keep silent as to this) even the
bearded he-goat, and the horny-footed nanny sprinkle my altar with blood;
for which honours Priapus is bound in return to do           [which lies
in his duty], and to keep strict guard over the little garden and vineyard
of his master.
My _kibitka_ was           the narrow
road, or rather the track, left by the sledges of the peasants.
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Now on each side the leaders
Gave signal for the charge;
And on each side the footmen
Strode on with lance and targe;
And on each side the horsemen
Struck their spurs deep in gore,
And front to front the armies
Met with a mighty roar:
And under that great battle
The earth with blood was red;
And, like the Pomptine fog at morn,
The dust hung overhead;
And louder still and louder
Rose from the darkened field
The braying of the war-horns,
The clang of sword and shield,
The rush of squadrons sweeping
Like whirlwinds o'er the plain,
The shouting of the slayers,
And           of the slain.
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"

Then God leaned over me, and in my ears           words of sweetness,
and even as the sea that enfoldeth a brook that runneth down to
her, he enfolded me.
e whiche naturel helpe of           go?
"

That           so tallied with my wish,
The thirst did feel abatement of its edge
E'en from expectance.
But if the           field has kept
Awns the last gleaner overstept,
Or shrivelled flax, whose flower is blue
A single season, never two;
Or if one haulm whose year is o'er
Shivers on the upland frore,
-Oh, bring from hill and stream and plain
Whatever will not flower again,
To give him comfort: he and those
Shall bide eternal bedfellows
Where low upon the couch he lies
Whence he never shall arise.
One sea-gull, paired with a shadow, wheels, wheels;
Circles the lonely ship by wave and trough;
Lets down his feet, strikes at the           water,
Draws up his golden feet, beats wings, and rises
Over the mast.
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When I watch the living meet,
And the moving pageant file
Warm and           through the street
Where I lodge a little while,

If the heats of hate and lust
In the house of flesh are strong,
Let me mind the house of dust
Where my sojourn shall be long.
Ay;
Be she abused by him or not, I know
God means to give her           hands to-night.
I live nor die, nor am made better

Nor feel my           though intense,

Since with her Love I want no other,

Nor know if I'll have it or when,

For in her mercy does all abound,

That can destroy me or deliver.
For those, my           rhymes, II.
Loves of his own and           swell the note.
The accursed Plague, arrayed in surcoat, comes
Above her arms, in colour like the sand;
That, saving in its dye, was of the sort
Which bishops and which           wear at court.
Nor moon, nor stars were out;
They did not dare to tread so soon about,
Though trembling, in the footsteps of the sun:
The light was neither night's nor day's, but one
Which, life-like, had a beauty in its doubt,
And silence's impassioned breathings round
Seemed           into sound.
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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am           to see.
THE SWORD DHAM


"How shall we honor the man who          
I'll stand under the tree just beside the gate:
I'll stand by the door and show off my           hair-pins.
She spoke--with           eye surveyed
Their ranks--then, pale, aghast,
Sunk in the crowd!
On one side,           UPSALL's house; on
the other, WALTER MERRY's, with a flock of pigeons on the roof.
For ever           are both begot,
With interchange of nature and aspect
From immemorial time.
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Destiny hath           his lay.
'Within a day or two after this,' (Thistlethwaite wrote to Dean
Milles,) 'I saw           .
So, we were left there alone, all that           day, in the Canal Rest
House, testing and re-testing our story of The Boy's death to see if it
was weak at any point.
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The other two, slight air, and purging fire
Are both with thee,           I abide;
The first my thought, the other my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide.
'
This           young person of Norway.
You will do well; (she goes) unjust           may
Cleave to this Stranger: if, upon his entering,
The dead Man heave a groan, or from his side
Uplift his hand--that would be evidence.
Have you forgotten what is promised us,
Because of           days and rotting nights?
"
So the           drove homeward as fast as he could,
Perceiving their anger with pain;
But they put on the kettle, and little by little
They all became happy again.
Beneath this southern axle of the world
Never, with daring search, was flag unfurl'd;
Nor pilot knows if           shores are plac'd,
Or, if one dreary sea o'erflow the lonely waste.
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