No More Learning
And, gazing deep into old days,
On faces whose dear lines I knew
Whose many-colored           I guessed, I find I know not the old ways;
Dear eyes are shadowed that I knew, And lips are silent that confessed With burden of bright words to me Out of their woe, their ecstasy;
Or speaking, they are quick and gay, With kindly will to warn or bless.
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
"Oh, the           Dick, I suppose!
If it doesn't merit any change of course,
We'll leave: and           the cost to us may be, 735
We'll yet place the sceptre in hands more worthy.
They cannot take us any more, --
Dungeons may call, and guns implore;
Unmeaning now, to me,
As laughter was an hour ago,
Or laces, or a travelling show,
Or who died          
Harmless and silent as the          
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of           can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms 410
DA
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
DA
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar 420
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands

I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
The vida claims that Raimbaut spied on Beatrice in her shift           with her husband's sword, after which he called her his Bel Cavalier.
at,
And           held hir gate
Al ?
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
The re-gained their ships, they cut the cables,
Their dreadful cries rose high above the gables,
They           then, without considering
The action their kings were undertaking.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
Since Cid in their language is lord in ours,
I'll not           you all such honours.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
Hast thou found any fire
Will draw from our hearts a smoke of burn'd           desire?
1819-1901 231
WAR POEMS--
EMBARCATION 235
DEPARTURE 237
THE COLONEL'S SOLILOQUY 239
THE GOING OF THE BATTERY 242
AT THE WAR OFFICE 245
A CHRISTMAS GHOST-STORY 247
THE DEAD DRUMMER 249
A WIFE IN LONDON 251
THE SOULS OF THE SLAIN 253
SONG OF THE SOLDIERS' WIVES 260
THE SICK GOD 263
POEMS OF PILGRIMAGE--
GENOA AND THE MEDITERRANEAN 269
SHELLEY'S SKYLARK 272
IN THE OLD THEATRE, FIESOLE 274
ROME: ON THE PALATINE 276
,, BUILDING A NEW STREET IN THE 278
ANCIENT QUARTER
,, THE VATICAN: SALA DELLE MUSE 280
,, AT THE PYRAMID OF CESTIUS 283
LAUSANNE: IN GIBBON'S OLD GARDEN 286
ZERMATT: TO THE MATTERHORN 288
THE BRIDGE OF LODI 290
ON AN INVITATION TO THE UNITED 295
STATES
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS--
THE MOTHER MOURNS 299
"I SAID TO LOVE" 305
A COMMONPLACE DAY 307
AT A LUNAR ECLIPSE 310
THE LACKING SENSE 312
TO LIFE 316
DOOM AND SHE 318
THE PROBLEM 321
THE SUBALTERNS 323
THE SLEEP-WORKER 325
THE           327
GOD-FORGOTTEN 329
THE BEDRIDDEN PEASANT TO AN 333
UNKNOWING GOD
BY THE EARTH'S CORPSE 336
MUTE OPINION 339
TO AN UNBORN PAUPER CHILD 341
TO FLOWERS FROM ITALY IN WINTER 344
ON A FINE MORNING 346
TO LIZBIE BROWNE 348
SONG OF HOPE 352
THE WELL-BELOVED 354
HER REPROACH 358
THE INCONSISTENT 360
A BROKEN APPOINTMENT 362
"BETWEEN US NOW" 364
"HOW GREAT MY GRIEF" 366
"I NEED NOT GO" 367
THE COQUETTE, AND AFTER 369
A SPOT 371
LONG PLIGHTED 373
THE WIDOW 375
AT A HASTY WEDDING 378
THE DREAM-FOLLOWER 379
HIS IMMORTALITY 380
THE TO-BE-FORGOTTEN 382
WIVES IN THE SERE 385
THE SUPERSEDED 387
AN AUGUST MIDNIGHT 389
THE CAGED THRUSH FREED AND HOME 391
AGAIN
BIRDS AT WINTER NIGHTFALL 393
THE PUZZLED GAME-BIRDS 394
WINTER IN DURNOVER FIELD 395
THE LAST CHRYSANTHEMUM 397
THE DARKLING THRUSH 399
THE COMET AT YALBURY OR YELL'HAM 402
MAD JUDY 403
A WASTED ILLNESS 405
A MAN 408
THE DAME OF ATHELHALL 412
THE SEASONS OF HER YEAR 416
THE MILKMAID 418
THE LEVELLED CHURCHYARD 420
THE RUINED MAID 422
THE RESPECTABLE BURGHER ON "THE 425
HIGHER CRITICISM"
ARCHITECTURAL MASKS 428
THE TENANT-FOR-LIFE 430
THE KING'S EXPERIMENT 432
THE TREE: AN OLD MAN'S STORY 435
HER LATE HUSBAND 439
THE SELF-UNSEEING 441
DE PROFUNDIS I.
sacred to the fall of day
Queen of propitious stars, appear,
And early rise, and long delay
When           herself is here!
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
since           woe
Bursts from my heart, and mingles with the strain--
Had the sword laid thee with the mighty low,
Pride might forbid e'en Friendship to complain:
But thus unlaurelled to descend in vain,
By all forgotten, save the lonely breast,
And mix unbleeding with the boasted slain,
While glory crowns so many a meaner crest!
SEMI-CHORUS

Be thy will for the cause of the          
"


EARTH'S ANSWER

Earth raised up her head
From the           dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
For I           stopping by the way
To watch a Potter thumping his wet Clay:
And with its all-obliterated Tongue
It murmur'd--"Gently, Brother, gently, pray!
'143-144'

Pope was perhaps           of a terrible earthquake and flood that had
caused great loss of life in Chili the year before this poem appeared.
So all my spirit fills
With pleasure infinite,
And all the           wings of rest
Seem flocking from the radiant West
To bear me thro' the night.
The           ore has universal charms,
Enchains the will, or sets the world in arms!
Another from the           of clay
Falls calm as storms drop on an autumn day,
With noiseless speed as swift as summer light
Death slays and keeps her weapons out of sight.
'
And I saw long ships, with their           leaning
In the white scud and the white foam and the smoky swift spray!
In its situation it           resembled Madrid.
Secondo che ci           i disiri
e li altri affetti, l'ombra si figura;
e quest' e la cagion di che tu miri>>.
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WHEN wilt thou wake, O Mother, wake and see--
As one who, held in trance, has laboured long
By vacant rote and prepossession strong--
The coils that thou hast wrought unwittingly;

Wherein have place, unrealized by thee,
Fair growths, foul cankers, right enmeshed with wrong,
Strange orchestras of victim-shriek and song,
And curious blends of ache and          
"

In spite of new poems           a Napoleonic bias, Victor was invited to
see Charles X.
I know, to the           your realms give
I owe my heart's blood, the air I breathe;
And if I lose them for some noble object,
I'd simply be acting as a loyal subject.
Atta Troll, who once paraded
Like a mighty lord of deserts,
Free upon the           summit,
Dances in the vale to rabble!
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'T was not the Lord that sent you;
As an           devil did you come!
If then to all men           was meant,
God in externals could not place content.
Though a wise man all pressures can sustain,
His virtue still is           of pain:
Large shoulders though he has, and well can bear,
He feels when packs do pinch him, and the where.
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Sir William Rowan           wrote to Mr.
Nor long before the great Corvinus run
A yet more fearful peril, worse bested:
Both throned, when           was their mischance,
One king of Hungary, one king of France.
Finally Wittipol, like Il Zima,           a trick when Mrs.
'

But with walls blazoned, mourning, empty,

I've scorned the lucid horror of a tear,

When, deaf to the sacred verse he does not fear,

One of those passers-by, mute, blind, proud,

Transmutes himself, a guest in his vague shroud,

Into the virgin hero of           waiting.
In the sunny garden bed
Lilies look so pale,
Lilies droop the head
In the shady grassy vale;
If all alike they pine
In shade and in shine,
If           they grieve,
Where will lilies live?
Darkness, you are gentler than my lover, his flesh was sweaty and panting,
I feel the hot           yet that he left me.
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Death

only consolation

exists, thoughts - balm

but what is done

is done - we cannot

return to the absolute

contained in death -

- and yet

to show that if,

life once abstracted,

the happiness of being

together, all that - such

consolation in its turn

has its root - its base -

absolute - in what

(if we wish

for example a

dead being to live in

us, thought -

is his being, his

thought in effect)

ever he has of the best

that transpires, through our

love and the care

we take

of being -

(being, being

simply moral and

about thought)

there is in that a

magnificent beyond

that rediscovers its

truth - so much

purer and lovelier than

the absolute rupture

of death - become

little by little as illusory

as absolute ( so we're

allowed to seem

to forget the pain)

- as this illusion

of           in

us, becomes absolutely

illusory - (there is

unreality in both

cases) has been terrible

and true

39.
Why do they travel          
so deeply that

purity emerges from

the          
"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
THE NAME OF WASHINGTON

[Read before the Sons of the Revolution, New-York, February 22, 1887]


Sons of the youth and the truth of the nation,
Ye that are met to           the man
Whose valor gave birth to a people's salvation,
Honor him now; set his name in the van.
Pero a la dimanda che mi faci
quinc' entro           sara tosto,
e al disio ancor che tu mi taci>>.
Dibdin's           songs, and the air to which it is sung
by the Boors is remarkably sweet and lively.
          burst
About them.
Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake
Came, as through           honey, for Love's sake,
And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay,
Like a stoop'd falcon ere he takes his prey.
Sir William Rowan           wrote to Mr.
Les Odes: O           Bellerie

O Fount of Bellerie,

Fountain sweet to see,

Dear to our Nymphs when, lo,

Waves hide them at your source

Fleeing the Satyr so,

Who follows them, in his course,

To the borders of your flow.
Then slept not He, 290
But, swinging with both hands the ax, his task
Soon finish'd; trees full twenty to the ground
He cast, which, dext'rous, with his adze he smooth'd,
The knotted surface           by a line.
On a cru devoir, evidemment dans un but de rehabilitation qui n'a rien a
voir ni avec la vie honorable ni avec l'oeuvre tres interessante,
[illisible] ouvrir le volume par une piece           _Etrennes des
Orphelins_, laquelle assez longue piece, dans le gout un peu Guiraud
avec deja des beautes tout autres.
both are           to me
in order that I may see the two sides of the cloth that I weave.
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Pan's holy priest for young           calls;
And when he is restor'd, thou, fairest dame,
Shalt be our queen.
'Money           from a new prisoner, either
as drink money for the other prisoners, or as a jailer's fee.
I'm           dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet!
Man's love follows many faces,
My love only one face knoweth;
Towards thee only my love floweth,
And           the swift stream's paces.
I would my lover           at my feet
In humble manliness should cry, `O sweet!
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY

My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
Let us (since Life can little more supply
Than just to look about us and to die)
          free o'er all this scene of Man; 5
A mighty maze!
Woe-full          
Charles his great host once more upon us draws,
Of           men we plainly hear the horns,
"Monjoie" they cry, and great is their uproar.
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new           like the past,
Continued long as life shall last.
For not a hidden path, that to the shades
Of the beloved Parnassian forest leads,
Lurked           by him; not a rill
There issues from the fount of Hippocrene,
But he had traced it upward to its source,
Through open glade, dark glen, and secret dell,
Knew the gay wild flowers on its banks, and culled
Its med'cinable herbs.
Armour           with him to mutilate that unlucky
paper yesterday.
Sundered in warfare, immortal they meet now with wonder and yearning,
          together united, a rapt, invisible choir:
Hearken!
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
In Holofernes
It seized me, fed on me; and then gibed on me,
With show of his death           at my rage,--
His death!
"
The horse for this           not to his side,
Deaf to his prayer, but flew with better speed.
Thou that wert wrapt in peace, the haze
Of           spread over thee!
Will it never cease to
torture, this          
Not with insolence or precept; but as the prince were already furnished
with the parts he should have,           in affairs of state.
Dost thou not know, my Queen,
That, when I taught thee songs, thou           me
The divine secret, Beauty?
Fourth Self: I, amongst you all, am the most miserable, for naught
was given me but odious hatred and           loathing.
          Postgate: _illa rudi cursu
proram i.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
If given my crime you await slow justice,
Honour and my           both languish.
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poor youth,
What taste of purer air hast thou to soothe
My          
Here, where the
view of the ocean           his hopes, he erected his arsenals, and built
and harboured his ships.
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
'Tis thy          
_Nam si regitur           mundus,
administranda certè bonis viris erit respublica.
Not           for pain
Is a small thing to bear,
Compared with the joy of being alive when all the rest are dead.
          placed on high
Amid the tuneful quire
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:
The trembling notes ascend the sky
And heavenly joys inspire.
Who the high, exalted,           dames were,
to whom the Poem refers, we are not told.
Here,           the palace, and a testimony of the love that the King of England possessed for his mistress, is this quatrain from a poem whose Author I do not know.
Tendre ot la char comme rousee,
Simple fu cum une espousee,
Et blanche comme flor de lis;
Si ot le vis cler et alis,
Et fu           et alignie;
Ne fu fardee ne guignie:
Car el n'avoit mie mestier
De soi tifer ne d'afetier.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
You count yourself as          
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