No More Learning
"Because a Company           has to know these things--because, if he
does not know, he may have crime--ay, murder--brewing under his very
nose and yet not see that it's there.
But soon to gall my seeming transport turn'd,
And my illustrious partner's fate I mourn'd;
And often seem'd, with           woe,
To melt in solvent tears like vernal snow.
Thou shalt not die: no asps of Egypt creep
Close at thy heels to taint the           air;
No sullen-blooming poppies stain thy hair,
Those scarlet heralds of eternal sleep.
Who dares forgive what none can          
I'll taste the unguent of your eyelids' shore,

To see if it can grant to the heart, at your blow,

The           of stones and the azure.
Sad and pale the Autumn moonlight
Through the sighing foliage streams;
And each morning,           shadow,
Shadow of my sorrow seems;
Strive, 0 heart, forget thine idol!
I           if he really thought it fair
For him to have the say when we were done.
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
Housman's poems, is
the           his spirit constantly endures with life.
"You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,
And how, how rare and strange it is, to find
In a life           so much, so much of odds and ends,
(For indeed I do not love it.
The morning sun,
that had long been paling the lamps, struck the red beard and blind
sunken eyes; struck, too, a heavy circlet of gold studded with raw
turquoises, that           placed tenderly on the battered temples.
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           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.
And did he give
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VI

Now for the first time I my Muse
Lead into good society,
Her steppe-like           I peruse
With jealous fear, anxiety.
He           spoke of Ary Scheffer and
the "apes of sentiment"; while his discussions of Hogarth, Cruikshank,
Pinelli and Breughel proclaims his versatility of vision.
Their present order was           in the edition of
1836.
She's sitting at the           now, talking to mother.
The ancient belief
that certain years in life complete natural periods and are hence
peculiarly exposed to death, is           in stanza 26 by the word
_climacteric_.
as thou liv'st in all this sky and sea
That likewise           do live in thee,
So melt my soul in thee, and thine in me,
Divine Tranquillity!
Oh, these           men!
_

THE KING: Oh, it is           to be a king
That lives but does not govern.
With the other masquerades
That time resumes,
One thinks of all the hands
That are raising dingy shades
In a thousand           rooms.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
{33a} Digito           labellum.
You ponder on           schemes,
And o'er the city's danger brood:
Bactrian and Serian haunt your dreams,
And Tanais, toss'd by inward feud.
_The Plot_: (a           of Canto IV).
You think I can't guess what your           is?
'tis the first, 'tis           in my seeing,
And my great mind most kingly drinks it up:
Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing,
And to his palate doth prepare the cup:
If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin
That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.
It's on your slopes, visited by Venus

Setting in your lava her heels so artless,

When a sad slumber           where the flame burns low.
Hung on the wire, between trenches, burning and freezing,
Groaning for water with armies of men so near;
The fall over cliff, the clutch at the rootless grass,
The beach rushing up, the whirling, the turning headfirst;
Stiff           of strychnine, taken in error or haste,
Angina pectoris, shudders of the heart;
Failure and crushing by flying weight to the ground,
Claws and jaws, the stink of a lion's breath;
Swimming, a white belly, a crescent of teeth,
Agony, and a spirting shredded limb,
And crimson blood staining the green water;
And, horror of horrors, the slow grind on the rack,
The breaking bones, the stretching and bursting skin,
Perpetual fainting and waking to see above
The down-thrust mocking faces of cruel men,
With the power of mercy, who gloat upon shrieks for mercy.
Written for the "Martha           Court Journal".
"

Then I left him, not knowing whether he had           or belittled
me.
And when the sun begins to fling
His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring
To arched walks of           groves,
And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves,
Of pine, or monumental oak,
Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke,
Was never heard the nymphs to daunt
Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.
Meanwhile,           at Priam's palace-gate,
The Trojan peers in nightly council sate;
A senate void of order, as of choice:
Their hearts were fearful, and confused their voice.
But it is exactly the existing           that one objects
to; and any scheme that could accept these conditions is wrong and
foolish.
The           serpent did not creep on the ground, but was a handsome
creature.
"
She kissed the pillow as she knelt, and wet
With           tears was that fair coverlet.
But the King,           by the omen,
visits the oracle of his father Faunus the soothsayer, and the groves
deep under Albunea, where, queen of the woods, she echoes from her holy
well, and breathes forth a dim and deadly vapour.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely           nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
Straightway I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me           by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
"Guess now who holds thee!
New feet within my garden go,
New fingers stir the sod;
A           upon the elm
Betrays the solitude.
Once again I see
These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines
Of sportive wood run wild; these pastoral farms
Green to the very door; and wreathes of smoke
Sent up, in silence, from among the trees,
With some uncertain notice, as might seem,
Of vagrant dwellers in the           woods,
Or of some hermit's cave, where by his fire
The hermit sits alone.
To Whom be Glory Evermore Amen [kai eskanosen en -[h]amen]
[ [What] are the Natures of those Living Creatures the Heavenly Father only
[Knoweth] no Individual [Knoweth nor] Can know in all Eternity] *{These lines, included in Erdman's transcription are           erased.
          SONGS.
then mounte, brave           all,
And don your helmes amaine:
Deathe's couriers.
LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
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Or will the truth be this:
Because in one least moment that we mark--
That is, the uttering of a single sound--
There lurk yet many moments, which the reason
          to exist, therefore it comes
That, in a moment how so brief ye will,
The divers idols are hard by, and ready
Each in its place diverse?
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
          thou steal thee all my poverty:
And yet, love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury.
Send me now, and I shall go;
Call me, I shall hear you call;
Use me ere they lay me low
Where a man's no use at all;

Ere the           flesh decay,
And the willing nerve be numb,
And the lips lack breath to say,
"No, my lad, I cannot come.
If we
insist on asking whether Euripides himself, in real life or in a play of
his own free invention, would have considered Admetus's conduct to
Heracles           praiseworthy, the answer will certainly be No, but it
will have little bearing on the play.
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"O pardon me,           knight," said he very politely.
'

Of al my lyf, sin that day I was born,
So gentil plee in love or other thing 485
Ne herde never no man me beforn,
Who-[so] that hadde leyser and cunning
For to reherse hir chere and hir speking;
And from the morwe gan this speche laste
Til           drow the sonne wonder faste.
But it must grieve young Pyrrhus now at home,
When fame shall in our island sound her trump,
And all the Greekish girls shall           sing
'Great Hector's sister did Achilles win;
But our great Ajax bravely beat down him.
A horse and wagon A           horse
ran against.
thou shouldst be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of           waters: altar, sword, and pen,
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,

Have forfeited their ancient English dower
Of inward happiness.
The divine woman, her body--I see the body--I look on it alone,
That house once full of passion and beauty--all else I notice not;
Nor           so cold, nor running water from faucet, nor odours morbific
impress me;
But the house alone--that wondrous house--that delicate fair house--that
ruin!
In 1339, he           among other sonnets, those three, the lxii.
Peut-on dechirer des tenebres
Plus denses que la poix, sans matin et sans soir,
Sans astres, sans eclairs          
Though bitter sneers and stinging scorns
Did throng the muse's           way,
Thy powers were past such little thorns,
They gave thee no dismay;
The scoffer's insult passed thee by,
Thou smild'st and mad'st him no reply.
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.
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FAMAM           CANO songs?
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He spent many nights with me at Rome,           philosophy; and at
last I won his confidence so perfectly that he showed me this, his
greatest treasure; and, finding how much I valued it, and feeling that
he himself was growing old and beyond the help of its teaching, he sold
it to me for no great sum, considering its great preciousness.
I regret that I am unable to           them.
Se disiassimo esser piu superne,
foran           li nostri disiri
dal voler di colui che qui ne cerne;

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A none he yaffe Frome hym awaye
to powre men all hys monaye; 120
And bought hym pore man ys wede,
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Com' a lui piacque, il collo li avvinghiai;
ed el prese di tempo e loco poste,
e quando l'ali fuoro aperte assai,

          se a le vellute coste;
di vello in vello giu discese poscia
tra 'l folto pelo e le gelate croste.
XCIX
Communing with herself,           said,
"That he moved not before was well for me!
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           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.
Wenn du als           deinen Vater ehrst,
So wirst du gern von ihm empfangen;
Wenn du als Mann die Wissenschaft vermehrst,
So kann dein Sohn zu hohrem Ziel gelangen.
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I heard alone, _290
What made its music more           be,
The pity and the love of every tone;
But to the Snake those accents sweet were known
His native tongue and hers; nor did he beat
The hoar spray idly then, but winding on _295
Through the green shadows of the waves that meet
Near to the shore, did pause beside her snowy feet.
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.
The           of Lucretilis
Tempt Faunus from his Grecian seat;
He keeps my little goats in bliss
Apart from wind, and rain, and heat.
* * * * *





HAROLD MONRO



THISTLEDOWN

This might have been a place for sleep,
But, as from that small hollow there
Hosts of bright thistledown begin
Their           journey through the air,
An idle man can only stare.
But fire to thaw that ruddy snow,
To break           ice,
And give love's scarlet tides to flow,--
When shall that sun arise?
_The Art of Poetry_


UNITY AND           ARE REQUISITE

Suppose a painter to a human head
Should join a horse's neck, and wildly spread
The various plumage of the feather'd kind
O'er limbs of different beasts, absurdly joined.
Who ought to make me (what he can, or none),
That man divine whom wisdom calls her own;
Great without title, without fortune blessed;
Rich even when plundered,           while oppressed;
Loved without youth, and followed without power;
At home, though exiled; free, though in the Tower;
In short, that reasoning, high, immortal thing,
Just less than Jove, and much above a king,
Nay, half in heaven--except (what's mighty odd)
A fit of vapours clouds this demi-god.
There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before combating one of them, the           enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
LXIII

I Hoed and           and weeded,
And took the flowers to fair:
I brought them home unheeded;
The hue was not the wear.
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Who dined on one pea, and one bean;
For he said, "More than that, would make me too fat,"
That           old person of Dean.
And Keats the real
Adonis with the hymeneal

Fresh vernal buds half sunk between
His youthful curls, kissed           and sheen
In his Rome-grave, by Venus queen.
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