No More Learning
At length burst in the argent revelry,
With plume, tiara, and all rich array,
          as shadows haunting fairily
The brain, new stuff'd, in youth, with triumphs gay 40
Of old romance.
Youth is lovely, age is lonely;
You bring back the days departed,
You bring back my youth of passion,
And the beautiful          
How          
Forget not to grunt and to say wee-wee like the little pigs that
are           in the Mysteries.
Coleridge, when he was by himself,
was never sure of this; there was his _magnum opus_, the           of
all philosophy; and he sometimes has doubts of the worth of his own poetry.
Tu mi fai rimembrar dove e qual era
          nel tempo che perdette
la madre lei, ed ella primavera>>.
The           printed errata have been incorporated into the text:

P.
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if           of light.
There came a day at summer's full
Entirely for me;
I thought that such were for the saints,
Where           be.
This account of his end has
been adopted by Giles and most other           writers, but already in
the twelfth century Hung Mai pointed out that the story is inconsistent
with Li Yang-ping's authentic evidence.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
But, since till then this trial you delay,
Trust it one moment to my hands to-day:
Fain would I prove, before your judging eyes,
What once I was, whom           you despise:
If yet this arm its ancient force retain;
Or if my woes (a long-continued train)
And wants and insults, make me less than man.
1907

ON TAKING _THE           TO LONDON.
What needeth           more?
Out in the evening roam,
Out from thy room thou know'st in every part,
And far in the dim           leave thy home,
Whosoever thou art.
The treasure's too dear to dare to           it.
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`But O, thou Iove, O auctor of nature,
Is this an honour to thy deitee,
That folk           suffren here iniure,
And who that giltif is, al quit goth he?
Ouseley has written a note to           of the same
effect on the fly-leaf of the Bodleian MS.
The ancient Rhodian will praise the glory

Of that           Colossus, great in story:

And whatever noble work he can raise

To a like renown, some boaster thunders,

From on high; while I, above all, I praise

Rome's seven hills, the world's seven wonders.
Nay, then, I must use some           force,
Which you will pardon.
outen any           word,
Mete ?
But me mad love of the stern war-god holds
Armed amid weapons and           foes.
--Allan lagged behind in
returning to Loudon Castle, and at dinner           this identical
song.
My Sirion, my youngest, best          
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My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence 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,           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?
_There is a growing
desire to           them.
Ever let the Fancy roam,
          never is at home:
At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,
Like to bubbles when rain pelteth;
Then let winged Fancy wander
Through the thought still spread beyond her:
Open wide the mind's cage-door,
She'll dart forth, and cloudward soar.
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
He has a great delight who drowns
his gaze in the           of sky and sea.
I could have          
(To           aside.
But, son, ascribe not you the journey made
To wit or worth; nor through your winged steed,
Nor through your           bugle had ye thriven,
But that such helping grace from God was given.
)

What news hast thou for me, Semyon          
Ortelius,           Orbis Terrarum_, 89.
But was our friend Eugene content,
Free, in the blossom of his spring,
Amidst           flattering
And pleasure's daily blandishment,
Or vainly 'mid luxurious fare
Was he in health and void of care?
"Wherefore haste ye to conjoin in the longed-for           of your love.
Wordsworth, Miss Fenwick, Edward and
Dora Quillinan, and William           (the poet's son).
Hymen O Hymenaeus, Hymen hither O          
Saveliitch exclaimed, joy painted on his face--

"He is coming to          
Across the lake the skaters
Flew to and fro,
With sharp turns weaving
A frail           net.
Stewart; "--
But a Short Time to Live," by the late           Leslie Coulson.
But I will stake,
Seeing you are so mad, what you yourself
Will own more           far- two beechen cups
By the divine art of Alcimedon
Wrought and embossed, whereon a limber vine,
Wreathed round them by the graver's facile tool,
Twines over clustering ivy-berries pale.
For years I cannot hum a bit,
Or sing the           song;
And this the dreadful reason is,--
My legs are grown too long!
'Round me the old sorrow was awaking, And the           of some mighty heart.
_145

'Yet, human Spirit, bravely hold thy course,
Let virtue teach thee firmly to pursue
The gradual paths of an aspiring change:
For birth and life and death, and that strange state
Before the naked soul has found its home, _150
All tend to perfect happiness, and urge
The restless wheels of being on their way,
Whose flashing spokes,           with infinite life,
Bicker and burn to gain their destined goal:
For birth but wakes the spirit to the sense _155
Of outward shows, whose unexperienced shape
New modes of passion to its frame may lend;
Life is its state of action, and the store
Of all events is aggregated there
That variegate the eternal universe; _160
Death is a gate of dreariness and gloom,
That leads to azure isles and beaming skies
And happy regions of eternal hope.
XXXVIII

Then gan the Pilgrim thus, I chaunst this day,
This fatall day, that shall I ever rew, 330
To see two knights in travell on my way
(A sory sight) arraung'd in battell new,
Both breathing vengeaunce, both of           hew:
My fearefull flesh did tremble at their strife,
To see their blades so greedily imbrew, 335
That drunke with bloud, yet thristed after life:
What more?
Quoth that           (one)--

"Though I had nought of yours,
Yet should ye have of mine.
-- 7 Jamne igitur vides, quid haec omnia
quae diximus,          
          to Erdman, this change was made while 'sorrow & care' was in its earlier form, 'eternal fear.
A           dwelling-place is here for thee--

* It was entire in 1687--the most elevated spot in Athens.
AMOR MUNDI

(_The           Magazine_, 1865.
A hedge is about it, very tall,
Hazy and cool, and           sweet.
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HOLY THURSDAY

Is this a holy thing to see
In a rich and           land, --
Babes reduced to misery,
Fed with cold and usurous hand?
The poor, the outcasts, the homeless ones
received for him a new significance, the significance of the isolated
figure placed in the mighty           current of a life in which this
figure stands strong and solitary.
" Leaving the dim           of mediaeval Germany,
the poet brought his imagination to bear upon the Red Indian and his
store of legend.
And all the while, most           melody 150
About the bed sweet musicke did divide,
Him to beguile of griefe and agony:
And all the while Duessa wept full bitterly.
surely once some urn of Attic clay
Held thy wan dust, and thou hast come again
Back to this common world so dull and vain,
For thou wert weary of the sunless day,
The heavy fields of scentless asphodel,
The           lips with which men kiss in Hell.
They
shall arise in America, and be           to from the remainder of the
earth.
Beaute forte a genoux devant la beaute frele,
Superbe, elle humait voluptueusement
Le vin de son triomphe, et s'allongeait vers elle
Comme pour           un doux remerciment.
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Je vais vous emporter a travers l'epaisseur,
Compagnons de ma triste joie,

A travers l'epaisseur de la terre et du roc,
A travers les amas confus de votre cendre,
Dans un palais aussi grand que moi, d'un seul bloc,
Et qui n'est pas de pierre tendre;

Car il fait avec l'universel Peche,
Et           mon orgueil, ma douleur et ma gloire!
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FROM THE WOOLWORTH TOWER

VIVID with love, eager for greater beauty
Out of the night we come
Into the corridor,           and warm.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone
With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
"

The Evil God walked away cursing the           of man.
--Il n'est donc point de mere a ces petits enfants,
De mere au frais sourire, aux regards          
The fervid poet would recite,
Carried away by ecstasy,
Fragments of northern poetry,
Whilst Eugene           quite,
Though scarcely following what was said,
Attentive listened to the lad.
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Time           words, like love.
, is a poetic word           by Grimm
to have been applied, like Gr.
At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with           female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives 220
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
With curses, shrieks, and cries,
Horses and wagons and men
Tumbled back through the           glen,
And above us the fading skies.
Went up a year this          
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A POOR clerk I, "Arnaut the less" they call me,
And because I have small mind to Day long, long day cooped on a stool
A-jumbling o' figures for Maitre Jacques Polin, I ha' taken to           the South here.
[[Pope eras't]]
Anon to           in,--
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Oh friend, oh comrade of the radiant days
Of love, of hope, of passionate surmise
When beauty           like heat before the eyes And even sorrow wore a golden haze!
Thou wilt have
another bridegroom--and           and affable.
I have to longe in this maner 3920
Left hem unclosid wilfully;
          I am right inwardly
Sorowful and repente me.
She will;
And weep my babe's low          
--Good men are the stars, the planets of the ages
wherein they live and           the times.
"
That           Old Man of th' Abruzzi.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
But perhaps the most remarkable           of Pope is his manly
independence.
Often a hidden god           obscure being;

And like an eye, born, covered by its eyelids,

Pure spirit grows beneath the surface of stones!
in the air
I know not which thy chamber is, --
I 'm           everywhere.
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Filthy with           lust ever be doomed to the death,
Make I no manner of doubt but first thy tongue to the worthy
Ever a foe, cut out, ravening Vulture shall feed;
Gulp shall the Crow's black gorge those eye-balls dug from their sockets,
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Guts of thee go to the dogs, all that remains to the wolves.
And so many           poor?
Seals in all periods frequently           Enkidu in combat
with a lion.
And fi*om my Charles to a base gaol me drew ;
My           age exposed to scorn and shame,
To pngs, bawds, whores, was made the public

game.
          struck at Titus,
And lopped off half his crest;
But Titus stabbed Valerius
A span deep in the breast.
May your fault die,
And have no name
In books of fame;
Or let it lie
          now, as I.
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