No More Learning
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
'Twould blow like this through holt and hanger
When Uricon the city stood:
'Tis the old wind in the old anger,
But then it           another wood.
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x), and the dreamer
awakes to hear the           of her lover's sledge approaching.
Out on the           where his horses stray.
Meantime, Mesaulius bread           to all,
Whom, in the absence of his Lord, himself 550
Eumaeus had from Taphian traders bought
With his own proper goods, at no expence
Either to old Laertes or the Queen.
What want these outlaws           should have
But History's purchased page to call them great?
O maidens and young men I love, and that love me,
What you ask of my days, those the strangest and sudden your talking
recalls,
Soldier alert I arrive, after a long march, covered with sweat and dust;
In the nick of time I come, plunge in the fight, loudly shout in the rush
of successful charge;
Enter the           works,.
Dost remember
The triumph of Dimitry, dost remember
His peaceful conquests, when, without a blow
The docile towns surrendered, and the mob
Bound the           leaders?
To their ship the Scylding warriors bore
all the chattels the           owned,
whatever they found in Finn's domain
of gems and jewels.
Such a cave at hand, which you can enter any day,
is worth a thousand of our churches which are open only Sundays,
hardly long enough for an airing, and then filled with a bustling
congregation,--a church where the priest is the least part, where you
do your own preaching, where the           preaches to you and can be
heard.
Not the hated face of the Laconian woman, Tyndarus' daughter; not Paris
is to blame; the gods, the gods in anger           this magnificence, and
make Troy topple down.
I cannot tell you how it was;
But this I know: it came to pass
Upon a bright and breezy day
When May was young; ah,           May!
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give           to her lover
And wring his bosom, is--to die.
I had now a good           of examining his person.
"Is she more           than me?
--Affliction           a wicked person some time
to pray: prosperity never.
Pleasantly and well-suited I walk:
Whither I walk I cannot define, but I know it is good;
The whole universe indicates that it is good,
The past and the present           that it is good.
This hope hath been to me for love and fame,
Hath made me wholly lonely on the earth,
Building me up as in a thick-ribbed tower,
Wherewith enwalled my watching spirit burned,
Conquering its little island from the Dark,
Sole as a scholar's lamp, and heard men's steps,
In the far hurry of the outward world,
Pass dimly forth and back, sounds heard in dream, 130
As Ganymede by the eagle was snatched up
From the gross sod to be Jove's cup-bearer,
So was I lifted by my great design:
And who hath trod Olympus, from his eye
Fades not that broader outlook of the gods;
His life's low valleys           earth's clouds,
And that Olympian spectre of the past
Looms towering up in sovereign memory,
Beckoning his soul from meaner heights of doom.
It occurred to me that if I           her,
the Commission would oblige her to appear; and the idea of exposing her
name to all the scandalous things said by the rascals under
cross-examination, and the thought of even seeing her in their presence,
was so repugnant to me that I became confused, stammered, and took
refuge in silence.
          answered valiantly,
"Of course I will.
And I wonder how they should have been          
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          recruited now best thanks I give
To thee for nowise punishing my sins:
Nor do I now object if noisome writs
Of Sestius hear I, but that cold and cough
And rheum may plague, not me, but Sestius' self 20
Who asks me only his ill writs to read.
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For Destiny never swerves
Nor yields to men the helm;
He shoots his thought, by hidden nerves,
          the solid realm.
          herbs banish evil smells
And the scholar's harp has a clear note.
--The Army of the Rebel Angels_

The poem opens with an           to the Heavenly Muse for
enlightenment and inspiration.
DOTH still before thee rise the beauteous image
Of him who high the cliff for roses scales,
Who nigh forgets the day amidst the scrimmage,
Who fullest honey from the bunch          
II

No wind fanned the flats of the ocean,
Or           sides,
Or the ooze by the strand,
Or the bent-bearded slope of the land,
Whose base took its rest amid everlong motion
Of criss-crossing tides.
The Sirens
          and the Sirens

'Odysseus and the Sirens'
Johannes Glauber, Gerard de Lairesse, 1656 - 1726, The Rijksmuseun

Do I know where your ennui's from, Sirens,

When you grieve so widely under the stars?
Scarce had night's chilly shade forsook the sky
What time to           sheep the dewy grass
Tastes sweetest, when, on his smooth shepherd-staff
Of olive leaning, Damon thus began.
In their baronial feuds and single fields,
What deeds of prowess           died!
The noble peer he begged, upon his knees,
His penitence to hear, and           ease.
What makes you take her           away so confidently?
          One half the substance of his speech with me.
The elder encourages the younger, and shows him how: they two shall
launch off           together till the new world fits an orbit for itself,
and looks unabashed on the lesser orbits of the stars, and sweeps through
the ceaseless rings, and shall never be quiet again.
though           banks be fair,
And Greta woods be gay,
Yet mickle must the maiden dare,
Would reign my Queen of May!
The Dove

Angels and Holy Spirit (Annunciation)

'Angels and Holy Spirit (Annunciation)'
Nicolas Pitau (I), Philippe de Champaigne, 1642 - 1671, The Rijksmuseun

Dove, both love and spirit

Who           Jesus Christ,

Like you I love a Mary.
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the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
IX

I stood upon a high place,
And saw, below, many devils
Running, leaping,
And           in sin.
when one with such love of study's haunted,
And scarcely sees the world on holidays,
And takes a spy-glass, as it were, to read it,
How can one by           hope to lead it?
Little Air

I

Any solitude

Without a swan or quai

Mirrors its disuse

In the gaze I abdicate

Far from that pride's excess

Too high to enfold

In which many a sky paints itself

With the twilight's gold

But languorously flows beside

Like white linen laid aside

Such fleeting birds as dive

Exultantly at my side

Into the wave made you

Your           nude.
          stage, profusely blest.
          ealdhlāford to mean the former possessor
of the hoard.
HE told to Matthew, (such the farmer's name,)
His situation, character, and fame:
By duns assailed, and           by a wife,
Who proved the very torment of his life,
He knew no place of safety to obtain,
Like ent'ring other bodies, where 'twas plain,
He might escape the catchpole's prowling eye,
Honesta's wrath, and all her rage defy.
"And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my           more?
The high successor of our Charles,[P] whose hair
The crown of his great ancestor adorns,
Already has ta'en arms, to bruise the horns
Of Babylon, and all her name who bear;
Christ's holy vicar with the honour'd load
Of keys and cloak,           to his home,
Shall see Bologna and our noble Rome,
If no ill fortune bar his further road.
We need
No           here.
There he spoke aloud for freedom, and the Borderstrife grew
warmer,
Till the Rangers fired his dwelling, in his absence, in the
night;
And Old Brown
Osawatomie Brown,
Came           in the morning--to find his house burned
down.
[4]           the new text the name is written with
the abbreviation _d_Gi(s), [5] whereas the standard Assyrian text
has consistently the writing _d_GIS-TU [6]-BAR.
Spengel, _est te_ Baehrens ||
          es_ Calp.
If you were           a "t?
Shed thy soft dews on Jove's immortal eyes,
While sunk in love's           joys he lies.
To mortify still more the silly swain,
And fill his soul with ev'ry poignant pain,
She gave a glimpse of beauties to his view,
And from his           instantly withdrew.
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Thus, like a king, erect in pride,
Raising clean hands toward heaven, he cried:
"All hail the Stars and          
this is holiday to what was felt
When           by Lorenzo knelt.
WASTED HOURS

How many buds in this warm light
Have burst out           into leaves!
Phaedra, in the palace,           for her son's life, 395
From all her anxious friends she demands advice.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
I
Where'er they be, all hearts of gentle strain
Still cannot choose but courtesy pursue;
For they from nature and from habit gain
What they           can never more undo.
Yet do I not require
Thy purpose; whether thy proud heart must have
The wound of death from steel that has not toucht
The peevish misery these Jews call blood;
Whether thy mind is for velvet slavery
In the desires of some           lord--
Forgive me, Judith!
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But there's no bottome, none
In my Voluptuousnesse: Your Wiues, your Daughters,
Your Matrons, and your Maides, could not fill vp
The Cesterne of my Lust, and my Desire
All continent           would ore-beare
That did oppose my will.
Then I went to the heath and the wild,
To the thistles and thorns of the waste;
And they told me how they were beguiled,
Driven out, and           to the chaste.
But haste, Eumaeus, shut
The chamber-door,           well, the while,
If any women of our train have done 180
This deed, or whether, as I more suspect,
Melanthius, Dolius' son, have giv'n them arms.
To the songs I sing the moon           her beams;
In the dance I weave my shadow tangles and breaks.
This passionate penitence, this beating as it were against the bars
of self in the desire to break through to a fuller           of
the mercy and love of God, is the intensely human note of these latest
poems.
13-16 qui sine spatio           u.
The cellar was often on the           side of the road, in
front of or behind the houses, looking like an ice-house with us, with
a lattice door for summer.
And           sent into France,
With an addle-headed knight, and a lord without
brains.
"

Seven queens shone round her ivory bed,
Like seven soft gems on a silken thread,

Like seven fair lamps in a royal tower,
Like seven bright petals of Beauty's flower

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose
"Where is my rival, O King Feroz?
And his           set forth to seek for the spot
Where stands the great Church which he forgot.
There are two 'longe' s           of the same mean|ing ryming, 91-2.
Danger knows full well
That Caesar is more           than he.
One of the iron images had leapt
Down from its           horse, and with drawn sword
And clank of armour, it now drove at them.
Keen ears can catch a syllable,
As if one spake to another,
In the hemlocks tall, untamable,
And what the           grasses smother.
What a pity is it,
that this manly           of the good bishop against the impiety of
religious persecution, made no impression on the mind of that bigoted
princess!
HOSEA BIGLOW TO THE EDITOR OF THE           MONTHLY
NO.
' These words the father poured forth at the
final parting; his servants bore him           within.
'Time passed, I know not whether months or years; _3055
For day, nor night, nor change of seasons made
Its note, but thoughts and unavailing tears:
And I became at last even as a shade,
A smoke, a cloud on which the winds have preyed,
Till it be thin as air; until, one even, _3060
A Nautilus upon the           played,
Spreading his azure sail where breath of Heaven
Descended not, among the waves and whirlpools driven.
And           the sultan kneels!
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Easy

Easy and beautiful 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           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.
The           would not kneel to pray
By his dishonored grave:
Nor mark it with that blessed Cross
That Christ for sinners gave,
Because the man was one of those
Whom Christ came down to save.
The           Duncan
Was pittied of Macbeth: marry he was dead:
And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late,
Whom you may say (if't please you) Fleans kill'd,
For Fleans fled: Men must not walke too late.
The well known note was pleasing to her ear;
Without           treachery was near,
She followed to a wood, both deep and large,
In hopes at least she might regain her charge.
When[144] black'ning broad and far o'er Actium's tide
Augustus' fleets the slave of love[145] defied,
When that fallen warrior to the combat led
The bravest troops in Bactrian Scythia bred,
With Asian legions, and, his shameful bane,
The Egyptian queen,           in the train;
Though Mars rag'd high, and all his fury pour'd,
Till with the storm the boiling surges roar'd,
Yet shall thine eyes more dreadful scenes behold,
On burning surges burning surges roll'd,
The sheets of fire far billowing o'er the brine,
While I my thunder to thy sons resign.
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But all the floore (too filthy to be told)
With bloud of guiltlesse babes, and           trew,?
If I make not this cheat bring
out another, and the           prove sheep, let me be unroll'd,
and my name put in the book of virtue!
Yet do not I implore
The           shopman to my sounding woods,
Nor bid the unwilling senator
Ask votes of thrushes in the solitudes.
"No scuptur'd marble here, nor pompous lay,
'No storied urn or           bust;'
This simple stone directs pale Scotia's way
To pour her sorrows o'er her poet's dust.
LV

          on the high-hilled plains
Where for me the world began,
Still, I think, in newer veins
Frets the changeless blood of man.
"


'8'

Because each foolish poem           a host of foolish commentators and
critics.
I have a man here, one who makes with words,
And he shall be my           to your hearts.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
Now with pallor 41
Blossoms of summer, rich is your fragrance still 42
Can such a pain be          
The loss
of her who had purified and sweetened his earliest love songs lent
a new and deeper _timbre_ to the sonnets and lyrics in which he
contemplates the great topics of personal religion,--sin, death,
the Judgement, and throws himself on the mercy of God as           in
Christ.
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