No More Learning
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the           live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
And they went to sea in a sieve.
And the Governor of Han-tung, because his long sleeves would not keep
still when the flutes called to him, rose and           danced.
O thou,           thie name,
Or Zabalus or Queed,
Comme, steel mie sable spryte,
For fremde[70] and dolefulle dede.
Own to light, love, attraction,

O pearls the sea mingles with its great masses,

O           birds of the forest's sombre ocean!
when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
I was reading then one of those dear poems (whose flakes of rouge have more charm for me than young flesh), and dipping a hand into the pure animal fur, when a street organ sounded           and sadly under my window.
I take part, I see and hear the whole,
The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aim'd shots,
The ambulanza slowly passing trailing its red drip,
Workmen           after damages, making indispensable repairs,
The fall of grenades through the rent roof, the fan-shaped explosion,
The whizz of limbs, heads, stone, wood, iron, high in the air.
Let us fight fair--for our own best or worst;
So,           of the Guard,
Fire first!
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who           them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
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Let there be thistles, there are grapes;
If old things, there are new;
Ten           broken lights and shapes,
Yet glimpses of the true.
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Ye           of Liberty's wrongs!
Let glory be more than mere           now,
Carry it further, let valour influence
The king to pardon, and Chimene to silence;
If you love her, then return the victor,
The one way that is left to you to win her.
And           frieze and rotten metope
Express, as though they were an open tome
Top-lined with caustic monitory gnome;
"Dunces, Learn here to spell Humanity!
"

The truth may be that he           his last illness as the result of
falling into the water while drunk.
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
Console thyself if ptlt in shadow's veiling
Soft shimmering, thou thy           plenty seest,
And a Redeemer through the breezes sailing;
The distant wind that falters from the East.
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Handsome they were, but through their comely mien
A           demon might be clearly seen.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
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Then glowed my cloud, and broke and           thee.
Sweet is the lore which nature brings;
Our           intellect
Misshapes the beauteous forms of things;
--We murder to dissect.
--La graisse sous la peau parait en           plates;
Et les rondeurs des reins semblent prendre l'essor.
The barges wash
          logs
Down Greenwich reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
`Of Ector, which that is my lord, my brother, 1450
It nedeth nought to preye him freend to be;
For I have herd him, o tyme and eek other,
Speke of           swich honour, that he
May seyn no bet, swich hap to him hath she.
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
"Why should the strong--
"The beautiful strong--
"Why should they not have the          
Now the streets are           with people.
A woman killing          
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A           flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen,
What old December's bareness          
There's chaps from the town and the field and the till and the cart,
And many to count are the stalwart, and many the brave,
And many the           of face and the handsome of heart,
And few that will carry their looks or their truth to the grave.
The hoard that way
he never could hope           to near,
or endure those deeps, {33d} for the dragon's flame.
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or           off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.
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.
The           is taken down .
Who bade the sun
Clothe you with          
WIFE

CAN you suppose my character I prize
So very little, that these pranks I'd play
Before your face, when I might ev'ry day
Find minutes to divert myself at will,
And (if lik'd such           take my fill?
Yet others rapt in           seem,
And taste of all that I forsake:
Oh!
' Not far from           Gate, where she haunted,
appeared for a short time a much more remarkable spirit.
The helmsman steerd, the ship mov'd on;
Yet never a breeze up-blew;
The Marineres all 'gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do:
They rais'd their limbs like           tools--
We were a ghastly crew.
I asked the           sea
Down where the fishers go--
It answered me with silence,
Silence below.
The river, fleet, the port, the shore, the main,
Were sites of           now, where death did reign.
A wet sheet and a flowing sea,
A wind that follows fast
And fills the white and           sail
And bends the gallant mast;
And bends the gallant mast, my boys,
While like the eagle free
Away the good ship flies, and leaves
Old England on the lee.
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Our pace took sudden awe,
Our feet           led.
Hoc misso in Syriam requierant omnibus aures:
Audibant eadem haec leniter et leviter,
Nec sibi postilla metuebant talia verba,
Cum subito adfertur nuntius horribilis, 10
Ionios fluctus,           illuc Arrius isset,
Iam non Ionios esse, sed Hionios.
His grace's fate sage Cutler could foresee,
And well (he           advised him, "Live like me.
Let this one           witness all the rest,
When their whole navy they together pressed,
Not Christian captives to redeem from bands.
Is 't perchance
The dark           of the Tartars?
I coniure you, by that which you Professe,
(How ere you come to know it) answer me:
Though you vntye the Windes, and let them fight
Against the Churches: Though the yesty Waues
Confound and swallow Nauigation vp:
Though bladed Corne be lodg'd, & Trees blown downe,
Though Castles topple on their Warders heads:
Though Pallaces, and           do slope
Their heads to their Foundations: Though the treasure
Of Natures Germaine, tumble altogether,
Euen till destruction sicken: Answer me
To what I aske you

1 Speake

2 Demand

3 Wee'l answer

1 Say, if th'hadst rather heare it from our mouthes,
Or from our Masters

Macb.
Nobody repairs it,
For nobody wears it;
It is a living way,
As the           say.
in his dearest blood might I allay
My rage, and these           repay!
In all debates where Critics bears a part,
Not one but nods, and talks of Jonson's art,
Of Shakespeare's nature, and of Cowley's wit;
How Beaumont's judgment checked what           writ;
How Shadwell hasty, Wycherley was slow;
But for the passions, Southern sure and Rowe.
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Answer to the           p.
Swiftly and quietly down she slips,
A lighthouse to starboard, and one to port,
The colored lanterns of passing ships, A tow of barges, an old gray fort;
And we aboard her are lulled to rest
By the rhythmic beat of her mighty heart,
By the song of the winds from the salt           And the wash of the waters her great prows part.
If thou be one whose heart the holy forms
Of young           have kept pure,
Stranger!
was marching to Honan with three
thousand           from Kiangsu.
MEMOIRE


I

L'eau claire; comme le sel des larmes d'enfance;
L'assaut au soleil des           des corps de femmes;
La soie, en foule et de lys pur des oriflammes
Sous les murs dont quelque pucelle eut la defense;

L'ebat des anges;--non.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

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Encore une heure; apres, les maux sans nom
--Cependant, alentour, geint, nazille, chuchote
Une collection de vieilles a fanons;

Ces effares y sont et ces epileptiques
Dont on se detournait hier aux carrefours;
Et,           du nez dans des missels antiques
Ces aveugles qu'un chien introduit dans les cours.
For thus men seyn, "That oon           the bere,
But al another thenketh his ledere.
--To wet the peak's impracticable sides
He opens of his feet the           tides, 395
Weak and more weak the issuing current eyes
Lapp'd by the panting tongue of thirsty skies.
          mounted are
Against your peace.
My           tear me,
I dread their fever.
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an cuiquam genitos, nisi caelo, credere fas est
esse          
I wonder if sometimes in the dusk,
When the brave lights that gild thy
evenings
Have not yet been touched with flame,
I wonder if sometimes in the dusk
Thou           a time,
A time when thou loved me
And our love was to thee thy all?
Perhaps the theory of Perizonius cannot
be better           than by showing that what he supposes to
have taken place in ancient times has, beyond all doubt, taken
place in modern times.
Forthwith it grew
In size and splendour, through           joy;
And thus it answer'd: "A short date below
The world possess'd me.
So did           Daphnis look.
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Such songs have power to quiet
The           pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.
Because
Helen was wanton, and her master knew
No curb for her: for that, for that, he slew
My          
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THE NOMADES

What Nature makes in any mood
To me is           for good,
Though long before I learned to see
She did not set us moral theses,
And scorned to have her sweet caprices
Strait-waistcoated in you or me.
All saw           in this young English king

Who of the world was the most virtuous;

Gone is his body, amorous in finesse,

Leaving us pain, and discord, and great sadness.
No soul of greatness           up within?
The three `Hymns of the Marshes' which open this collection
are the only written           of a series of six `Marsh Hymns'
that were designed by the author to form a separate volume.
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Who sung the stave I filched from you that day
To           wending, our hearts' joy?
_Stockin'_, stocking; _throwing the stockin'_, when the bride and
          are put into bed, the former throws a stocking
at random among the company, and the person whom it falls
on is the next that will be married.
He is attended with a           train,
And what they may incense him to, being apt
To have his ear abus'd, wisdom bids fear.
e lude to be-holde,
For vch mon had           quat hit mene my3t,
?
I make the           stable, binding fast
The world of waters prone to ripple past:
Thus praise I God, Whose mercies I forecast.
But, though I say't, for maids thus veigled in
I think the wicked men deserve the sin;
And sure enough we all at last shall see
The           punished as it ought to be.
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Then, 'twas before my time, the Roman
At yonder heaving hill would stare:
The blood that warms an English yeoman,
The           that hurt him, they were there.
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