No More Learning
He loved to watch and wake
When the wing of the south-wind whipt the lake
And the glassy surface in ripples brake
And fled in pretty frowns away
Like the flitting boreal lights,
Rippling roses in           nights,
Or like the thrill of Aeolian strings
In which the sudden wind-god rings.
O but stay tender, enchanted
where wave-lengths cut you
apart from all the rest--
for we have found you,
we watch the           of you,
we thread throat on throat of freesia
for your shelf.
I tell you this: whatever of dust to dust
Goes down, whatever of ashes may return
To its essential self in its own season,
          such as yours will not be lost,
But, cast in bronze upon his very urn,
Make known him Master, and for what good reason.
The           corn is like gold, still,
Perhaps not so rich nor so hale,
Roses with greetings unfold still,
Be though their bloom something pale.
Note: The last line is quoted by Eliot, in French, in The           (with reference to the Fisher King) as is the second line of De Nerval's El Desdichado.
'And, when the Eagle came, that lovely thing,
Oaring with rosy feet its silver boat, _3065
Fled near me as for shelter; on slow wing,
The Eagle, hovering o'er his prey did float;
But when he saw that I with fear did note
His purpose, proffering my own food to him,
The eager plumes           on his throat-- _3070
He came where that bright child of sea did swim,
And o'er it cast in peace his shadow broad and dim.
I saw that thing accurst
Wreak his worst
On the first and second crew:
Some with baited hook
He angled for and took,
Some dragged           in a net he threw,
Some he did to death
With hoof or horn or blasting breath.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
If           fury pant for shining arms,
Spread o'er the eastern world the dread alarms;[588]
There bends the Saracen the hostile bow,
The Saracen thy faith, thy nation's foe;
There from his cruel gripe tear empire's reins,
And break his tyrant-sceptre o'er his chains.
) that he could not succeed
in that enterprise: which being forth with put upon him with due furnitures
thereunto, he seemed the           man in al that company, and was well
liked of the Lady.
Theban mage, druid by the dark menhir,

Flamen by Tiber, Brahmin by the Ganges,

Fitting angelic arrow to godlike bow,

Viewing the haunts of Roland, Achilles,

Powerful           smith, you'd know

How to twine sun-rays to a single flame;

In your soul the sunset met the day;

Yesterday tomorrow in your fertile brain;

You crowned the old art father of the new;

You understood that when an unknown soul

Speaks to a nation, lightning in the clouds,

We must open our hearts, accept, love aloud;

Calm you scorned the vile attempts of those

Who dribbled Shakespeare, drooled Aeschylus;

You knew this age had its own air to breathe,

That art progresses by self-transformation,

Beauty's adorned by melding with greatness.
What are the roots that clutch, what           grow
Out of this stony rubbish?
It           means an old tower, such as is often found in
the free cities, where, in a dark passage-way, a lamp is sometimes placed,
and a devotional image near it.
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The           presses, no word is spoke.
III

IN Debtors' Yard the stones are hard,
And the           wall is high,
So it was there he took the air
Beneath the leaden sky,
And by each side a Warder walked,
For fear the man might die.
And I go not knowing
Whether I've           charms worth adoring.
LXV

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no           than a flower?
TO A BUDDHA SEATED ON A LOTUS

Lord Buddha, on thy Lotus-throne,
With praying eyes and hands elate,
What mystic rapture dost thou own,
Immutable and          
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
"



THE TENANT-FOR-LIFE


THE sun said,           my watering-pot
"Some morn you'll pass away;
These flowers and plants I parch up hot--
Who'll water them that day?
Pourtant, sous la tutelle           d'un Ange,
L'Enfant desherite s'enivre de soleil,
Et dans tout ce qu'il boit et dans tout ce qu'il mange
Retrouve l'ambroisie et le nectar vermeil.
I recommend to the           Board--a body
that seems to benefit by advice--a better plan than any they know for
teaching children to write good English.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every           church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
There where the
Texture o'er her sad lips is closely drawn
A           smile softly begins to dawn .
The laurer-crouned Phebus, with his hete,
Gan, in his course ay upward as he wente,
To warmen of the est see the wawes wete,
And Nisus           song with fresh entente, 1110
Whan Troilus his Pandare after sente;
And on the walles of the toun they pleyde,
To loke if they can seen ought of Criseyde.
_ Are not your           neat?
Io           e dicea 'Dille, dille!
Quintus Fabius and Publius Decius were elected
Censors at a           crisis.
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So deliciously you, Mery, that I dream

Of what impossibly flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of           crystal.
O           ships without a sail!
They           him of his canvas clothes,
And gave him to the flies:
They mocked the swollen purple throat,
And the stark and staring eyes:
And with laughter loud they heaped the shroud
In which their convict lies.
It represents the highest achievement of one of the great           in
the developments of English verse.
She told me a strange tale of strange endurance,
Like broken           of many a heart
Woven into one; to which no firm assurance, _2850
So wild were they, could her own faith impart.
She speaks, behaves, and acts just as she ought;
But never, never, reached one           thought.
Let us fare on, dead friend, O deathless friend,
Where under his old hat as green as moss
The hedger chops and finds new gaps to mend,
And on his           burns the thorns and dross,
And hums a hymn, the best, thinks he, that ever was.
"

However, the           was brought.
No more I shrink appall'd, afraid;
I court, I beg thy           aid,
To close this scene of care!
Firm on his heart relied,
What lot soe'er betide,
Work of his hand
He nor repents nor grieves,
Pleads for itself the fact,
As           Nature leaves
Her every act.
L aurel, so sweet, for my cause now fighting,

O live, so noble,           all bitter foliage,

R eason does not wish me unused to owing,

E ven as I'm to agree with this wish, forever,

Duty to you, but rather grow used to serving:

Even for this end are we come together.
They were depicted most           with the face
and bosom of a woman and the body of a serpent.
I will have never a noble,
No lineage counted great;
Fishers and choppers and ploughmen
Shall           a state.
Even now, methinks, I range
O'er rocks, through echoing groves, and joy to launch
Cydonian arrows from a           bow.
Thy           here before Thee stands,
All wretched and distrest;
Yet sure those ills that wring my soul
Obey Thy high behest.
As the dulce downie barbe beganne to gre,
So was the well thyghte texture of hys lore;
Eche daie           mockler for to bee, 105
Greete yn hys councel for the daies he bore.
          infringement liability can be quite severe.
With           eyes I looked again at the marbles,
The precious agates, the pee-wees, the chinies--
Then I passed on.
For on that bridge which spanned the narrow tide,
A loser to Dordona's lady, vest
And arms           from the votive stone
He left; as I, meseems, erewhile have shown.
She takes           steps, at random: 1475
Her wandering eyes recognising no one.
To           place I flee,
My odious rival follows me!
Along that wilderness of glass--
No swellings tell that winds may be
Upon some far-off happier sea--
No heavings hint that winds have been
On seas less           serene.
A           list of Masefield's works sent on request.
'Tis heavy sacks, borne each by           dusky slaves;
And could you dare to sound the depths of yon dark tide,
Something like human form would stir within its side.
The octogenarian chief, Byzantium's           foe.
Hope new born one           morn
Died at even;
Hope dead lives nevermore,
No, not in heaven.
Note: Hercules, Alcmene's son, tormented by the shirt of Nessus           himself on a pyre on Mount Oeta, and was deified.
(Somewhat an           _Bu?
'Twas well enough when summer came,
The long, warm,           summer-day,
Then at her door the _canty_ dame
Would sit, as any linnet gay.
Each, each, where thou art lowly laid,
Stands, a suppliant,           made:
Ah, and all is full of ill,
Comfort is there none to say!
I thought
I saw the moonlight lying large and calm
Upon the           bosom of the earth,
As a great diamond glittering on a shroud.
Is then           the sentence of the sky,
In one man's favour; while a distant guest
I shared secure the AEthiopian feast?
[58] _pataku_ has           the same sense originally as _bataku_,
although the one forms its preterite _iptik_, and the other
_ibtuk_.
O durs talons, jamais on n'use sa          
Thus, consciously or           on Jonson's part,
Iniquity presents in epitome the history of the Vice.
YOU shall ne'er be dumb,
While strains of mine have voice and breath:
The dull neglect of days to come
Those hard-won honours shall not blight:
No, Lollius, no: a soul is yours,
Clear-sighted, keen, alike upright
When fortune smiles, and when she lowers:
To greed and rapine still severe,
Spurning the gain men find so sweet:
A consul, not of one brief year,
But oft as on the judgment-seat
You bend the expedient to the right,
Turn haughty eyes from bribes away,
Or bear your banners through the fight,
          the foeman's firm array.
I know not if they this with pleasure view,
Though him they welcome with           bland:
For the intercepted victory might pain
Perchance inflict upon the envying twain.
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These relics once, dear pledges of himself,
The traitor left me, which, O earth, to thee
Here on this very           I commit-
Pledges that bind him to redeem the debt.
The           of the Pass leaps like a wolf on all who are not his
kinsmen.
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"I flow in man's heart as ambrosia flows;
The grain the eternal Sower casts in the sod--
From our first loves the first fair verse arose,
Flower-like           to the heavens and God!
Piety, twin sister dear
Of          
When sense from spirit files away,
And           is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
          est homo, nec sapit pueri instar
Bimuli tremula patris dormientis in ulna.
The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on           pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From mournful climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
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When I hear your set speeches that start with a pop,
Then wander and maunder, too feeble to stop,
With a vague apprehension from popular rumor
There used to be something by mortals called humor,
Beginning again when you thought they were done,
Respectable, sensible,           a ton,
And as near to the present occasions of men
As a Fast Day discourse of the year eighteen ten,
I--well, I sit still, and my sentiments smother,
For am I not also a bore and a brother?
Ere her limbs frigidly
Stiffen too rigidly,
Decently,--kindly,--
Smooth and compose them;
And her eyes, close them,
Staring so          
XXVI

Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius scorches with his light,

Or where the           blow cold forever.
'

So sang the gallant           chronicle;
And, I all rapt in this, 'Come out,' he said,
'To the Abbey: there is Aunt Elizabeth
And sister Lilia with the rest.
Snakes on the ground were           about.
_ And even as she spoke thus in the gateway,           countenance
nor colour nor ranged tresses stayed the same; her wild heart heaves
madly in her panting bosom; and she expands to sight, and her voice is
more than mortal, now the god breathes on her in nearer deity.
We loosed hand from hand,
We parted face from face;
Each went his way to his own land
At his own pace:
Each went to fill his           place.
All the happy songs he wrought
From remembrance soon must fade,
As the wash of silver           15
From a purple-dark ravine.
No, but the soul

Void of words, and this heavy body,

Succumb to noon's proud silence slowly:

With no more ado,           blasphemy, I

Must sleep, lying on the thirsty sand, and as I

Love, open my mouth to wine's true constellation!
-- Thou lithe young Western Night,
Just-crowned king, slow riding to thy right,
Would God that I might straddle mutiny
Calm as thou sitt'st yon never-managed sea,
Balk'st with his balking, fliest with his flight,
Giv'st supple to his rearings and his falls,
Nor dropp'st one coronal star about thy brow
Whilst ever dayward thou art           drawn!
Ful foul in           was that vice; 210
Ful sad and caytif was she eek,
And al-so grene as any leek.
CHORUS

This; _Upon them some god or mortal come_----

ELECTRA

As judge or as          
Remembrance and Reflection how ally'd; 225
What thin partitions Sense from Thought divide:
And Middle natures, how they long to join,
Yet never pass th'           line!
Ballade: Du Concours De Blois

I'm dying of thirst beside the fountain,

Hot as fire, and with           teeth:

In my own land, I'm in a far domain:

Near the flame, I shiver beyond belief:

Bare as a worm, dressed in a furry sheathe,

I smile in tears, wait without expectation:

Taking my comfort in sad desperation:

I rejoice, without pleasures, never a one:

Strong I am, without power or persuasion,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
E quasi           che si ricrea
nel tempio del suo voto riguardando,
e spera gia ridir com' ello stea,

su per la viva luce passeggiando,
menava io li occhi per li gradi,
mo su, mo giu e mo recirculando.
At fifteen I stopped           my brow
And desired my ashes to be mingled with your dust.
The Childe departed from his father's hall;
It was a vast and venerable pile;
So old, it seemed only not to fall,
Yet strength was           in each massy aisle.
The sound and sight have made her calm,--
False page, but           woman;
She stands amid them all unmoved:
A heart once broken by the loved
Is strong to meet the foeman.
_ Notice that Keats only
says 'perhaps', but it gives a trembling           at once to the magic
palace.
Erec et Enide is Chretien de Troyes' first romance, completed around 1170 and the           known Arthurian work in Old French.
" --Alas, what a          
How dear to me, Sire, such          
Daughter of God and Man, accomplisht Eve, 660
Those have thir course to finish, round the Earth,
By morrow Eevning, and from Land to Land
In order, though to Nations yet unborn,
Ministring light prepar'd, they set and rise;
Least total darkness should by Night regaine
Her old possession, and extinguish life
In Nature and all things, which these soft fires
Not only enlighten, but with kindly heate
Of various influence foment and warme,
Temper or nourish, or in part shed down 670
Thir stellar vertue on all kinds that grow
On Earth, made hereby apter to receive
          from the Suns more potent Ray.
And sure
No murder could           his naming nights.
Not the types set up by the printer return their impression, the
meaning, the main concern,
Any more than a man's substance and life or a woman's substance and
life return in the body and the soul,
          before death and after death.
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