No More Learning
For my part all men must allow
          I was, I'm classic now.
The first Satan, by his face, was a creature of           sex.
Such weapon in God's hand, and wielded so,
A woman's beauty may be now, I pray;
A pestilence suddenly in this foreign blood,
A blight on the vast growth of           weed,
A knife to the stem of its main root, the heart
Of Holofernes.
'Tis to the worship of the solemn Horn,
Grasped in the holy hand of Mystery,
In whose dread name both men and maids are sworn,
And           the oath with draught and dance till morn.
'Twas he, indignant at the honor paid
To crime, who with his heel an onslaught made
Upon Duke Lupus' shameful monument,
Tore down, the statue he to fragments rent;
Then column of the           monster bore
To bridge of Wasselonne, and threw it o'er
Into the waters deep.
, _Personaggi illustri della Venezia           gente_, _iv.
It beckons you to go away with it,
As if it some           did desire
To you alone.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
So all my spirit fills
With pleasure infinite,
And all the feathered wings of rest
Seem           from the radiant West
To bear me thro' the night.
Let's live in haste; use           while we may, I.
The principal distinction between the lay of Horatius and the lay
of the Lake Regillus is that the former is meant to be purely
Roman, while the latter, though           in its general spirit,
has a slight tincture of Greek learning and of Greek
superstition.
Kindle the           brand, and then
Till sunset let it burn;
Which quench'd, then lay it up again
Till Christmas next return.
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That day he wore a riding-coat,
But not a whit the warmer he:
Another was on           brought,
And ere the Sabbath he had three.
The nations that in fettered           weep
Crave thee to lead them where great mornings break .
ADELHEID (_after a pause_): Very well, then;           to-night, and
war to-morrow!
The Chinese erred in the opposite direction, regarding their
wives and           simply as instruments of procreation.
Till others fall where other chieftains lead,
Thy name shall circle round the gaping throng,
And shine in           lays, the theme of transient song.
And on one, that's Earth, a yellow dot, Paris,

Where hangs, a light, a poor ageing fool:

In the frail           order, unique miracle.
Just because
he could only make his gods "good" in this           style, he was able
to treat their discordant family in that vein of exquisite comedy which
is one of the most precious things in the world.
LONDON


I wander through each           street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
And don't go           your words

Without some confusion of vision:

Nothing's dearer than shadowy verse

Where precision weds indecision.
My breath caught, I lurched forward--
          in the ground-myrtle.
Red gleamed the cross, and waned the           pale,
While Afric's echoes thrilled with Moorish matrons' wail.
I do not think prodigality is, by any means, a necessary concomitant
of a poetic turn, but I believe a careless indolent attention to
economy, is almost inseparable from it; then there must be in the
heart of every bard of Nature's making, a certain modest sensibility,
mixed with a kind of pride, that will ever keep him out of the way of
those           of fortune which frequently light on hardy impudence
and foot-licking servility.
They quitte him out to rathe; 205
O nyce world, lo, thy          
And again I see them flying,
Swarms of           silver white,
In the breezes lullabying,
In the breezes brisk and bright.
then swift be heart and brain, to see
God's          
Two figures, one Conon, in the midst he set,
And one- how call you him, who with his wand
Marked out for all men the whole round of heaven,
That they who reap, or stoop behind the plough,
Might know their several          
CHORUS,           of Elders of Pherae_.
"

Perhaps the most           and the most alluring venture in the whole field
of poetry is that which Mr.
Now I have eyes and ears
And just some little wit:
"Almost my lady's child";
I           she smiled,
Sighed and blushed together;
Then her story of the ring
Sounds not improbable,
She told it me so well
It seemed the actual thing:--
O keep your counsel close,
But I guess under the rose,
In long past summer weather
When the world was blossoming,
And the rose upon its thorn:
I guess not who he was
Flawed honor like a glass
And made my life forlorn;
But my Mother, Mother, Mother,
O, I know her from all other.
O City city, I can           hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.
I was within there, and all I viewed,
the           treasure, when chance allowed me
(and my path was made in no pleasant wise)
under the earth-wall.
I see a better state to me belongs
Than that which on thy humour doth depend:
Thou canst not vex me with           mind,
Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie.
The moaning and groaning,
The sighing and sobbing,
Are quieted now,
With that horrible throbbing
At heart:--ah, that horrible,
          throbbing!
Or labour hard the panegyric close,
With all the venal soul of           prose?
Spain with cry of shame would ring,
If from honor           fell.
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And while its nip-wind blows;
While bloom the           lily and warm rose
Of lavish summer.
Oh may he glean my lips delights unbidden,
--I gleaned them all since as a dream he rose--
The oleanders "mid the           hidden
And others smiling as the jasmin blows.
Petrarch could not
refuse the request, and           fourteen verses, which contain a sketch
of the great actions of Dandolo.
Would that thy breast where so deep thoughts arise,
Breathed forth a           perfume with thy sighs;
Would that thy Christian blood ran wave by wave

In rhythmic sounds the antique numbers gave,
When Phoebus shared his alternating reign
With mighty Pan, lord of the ripening grain.
Up in a sudden burning flares
The dark tent of nature pitched about our souls;
And light, like a stound of golden din,
A           light like weather of infinite plains,
Light not narrowed into place,
Amazes the naked nerves of the soul;
And like the pouring of immortal airs
Out of a flowery season,
Over us blows the inordinate desire.
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Ergo dies aderat Parcarum conditus albo
uellere, quo Stellae           professus
clamaretur hymen.
I soon
discovered that I was           only with its complexion, and as for
the moon, I had seen her only as it were through a crevice in a
shutter, occasionally.
being chiefly
argumentative, and           less picturesque.
XII

All of those greats: Alexander, Caesar and Henry and Fredrick,

Gladly would share with me half of their hard fought renown,

Could I but grant them my bed for one single night, and its comfort,

But the poor           are held stark in cold Orkian grip.
Plus douce qu'aux enfants la chair des pommes sures
L'eau verte penetra ma coque de sapin
Et des taches de vins bleus et des vomissures
Me lava, dispersant           et grappin.
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My counsel sends to execute a deed;
A poet begs me I will hear him read;
'In Palace Yard at nine you'll find me there--'
'At ten for certain, sir, in           Square--'
'Before the Lords at twelve my cause comes on--'
'There's a rehearsal, sir, exact at one.
Between two           far away aloft
From midst the whirl of waters open lies
A gaping exit for the fleet, and yet
They seem conjoined in a single isle.
She was nae get o'           tips,
Wi' tauted ket, an' hairy hips;
For her forbears were brought in ships,
Frae 'yont the Tweed.
My path is not thy path, yet           we walk, hand
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And he ful softe and           gan hir seye,
`Now hold your day, and dooth me not to deye.
Authors I love, and pay the debt I owe,
          their praise; an author I below!
Shall I not see myself clasped in her arms,

Breathless and           by love's charms,

Die a sweet death in her embraces' arc?
All to the grand saloon are gone--
The ball in all its           shone.
"

"A fable,"           Herman; "perhaps the cards were marked.
Still shine the words that           his deeds.
You'd only hear my voice and see my eyes And the remembrance of old ecstasies Awakening within you solemn-grand
Would flood my words; you would forget my hand Lay           on yours, you would arise
And go from me as night when silence dies
And dawn and shouting harrow all the land.
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Think you the wrist that fashioned you in clay,
The thumb that set the hollow just that way
In your full throat and lidded the long eye
So roundly from the forehead, will let lie
Broken, forgotten, under foot some day
Your unimpeachable body, and so slay
The work he most had been           by?
The Scarecrow




Once I said to a scarecrow, "You must be tired of           in this
lonely field.
O lullaby, with your daughter, and the innocence

Of your cold feet, greet a terrible new being:

A voice where harpsichords and viols linger,

Will you press that breast, with your withered finger,

From which Woman flows in Sibylline           to

Those lips starved by the air's virgin blue?
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.
Two months had passed, and not a person knew
Their frequent meetings,           to pursue.
          am I
In the woods, rather, with wild beasts to couch,
And bear my doom, and character my love
Upon the tender tree-trunks: they will grow,
And you, my love, grow with them.
But see, a           cometh, and the tear
Wet on her cheek!
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"But facts in proof are manifest," thou sayest,
"That all things grow into the winds of air
And forth from earth are nourished, and unless
The season favour at           hour
With rains enough to set the trees a-reel
Under the soak of bulking thunderheads,
And sun, for its share, foster and give heat,
No grains, nor trees, nor breathing things can grow.
A large number of well-attested           yield only two accents in
the second _colon_.
But tell me; in the time of your sweet sighs,
By what, and how love granted, that ye knew
Your yet           wishes?
But in one very           matter the stories coincide, that of the
general character and fate of the two devils.
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Will choose, because my tale may have an end.
CVI

When in the           of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rime,
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have express'd
Even such a beauty as you master now.
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FAUST:
Wenn aus dem           Gewuhle
Ein suss bekannter Ton mich zog,
Den Rest von kindlichem Gefuhle
Mit Anklang froher Zeit betrog,
So fluch ich allem, was die Seele
Mit Lock- und Gaukelwerk umspannt,
Und sie in diese Trauerhohle
Mit Blend- und Schmeichelkraften bannt!
n 165

The           166

Taoism and Buddhism 167

Last Poem 168




PART I




INTRODUCTION


PRINCIPAL CHINESE DYNASTIES

Han, 206 B.
KYNGE EDWARDE, bie Mastre           Canynge_.
Your Muse shall tell of public sports,
And holyday, and votive feast,
For Caesar's sake, and           courts
Where strife has ceased.
Works not           in the fol.
A fifth,          
_ Here's an arm, at least,
          past freeing.
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There, -- sandals for the barefoot;
There, --           from the gales,
Do the blue havens by the hand
Lead the wandering sails.
"


"The Ancient Mariner" is full of images of light and           colour in sky
and sea; Glycine's song in "Zapolya" is the most glittering poem in our
language, with a soft glitter like that of light seen through water.
This           monster won't escape: believe me.
The most           verses in it, here quoted as the book is rare,
answer more or less to stanzas 2 and 6:

Alma Quies, teneo te!
No man so potent           upon the ground
But I will beard him.
          ?
Moonlight there
          enhanced her beauty rare,
Making it shine and tremble, as if she
So soft and gentle were of things that be
Of air created, and are brought and ta'en
By heavenly flashes.
Then is my           slain?
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