No More Learning
Sam:           farewel, your company along
I will not wish, lest it perhaps offend them
To see me girt with Friends; and how the sight
Of me as of a common Enemy,
So dreaded once, may now exasperate them
I know not.
'Tis we and Pericles, who have stretched it by dint
of           it.
XXXV

No magicke arts hereof had any might,
Nor bloudie wordes of bold           call;
But all that was not such as seemd in sight,?
at he be           to hym self.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
          the scene, and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the expected guest.
XX

Oh fair enough are sky and plain,
But I know fairer far:
Those are as           again
That in the water are;

The pools and rivers wash so clean
The trees and clouds and air,
The like on earth was never seen,
And oh that I were there.
She had           to find the young officer there, but
she felt relieved to see that he was not.
þǣre burnan wælm, _the           of
the spring_, 2547.
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For the rest, Milton is too high, and I am too
low, to render it necessary for me to disavow any rash emulation of his
divine faculty on his own ground; while enough           will be
granted, I hope, to my poem, to rescue me from that imputation of
plagiarism which should be too servile a thing for every sincere
thinker.
Her fiercest firebrands Civil Discord wav'd,
Before her troops the lustful mother rav'd;
Lost to           love, and lost to shame,
Unaw'd she saw Heaven's awful vengeance flame;
The brother's sword the brother's bosom tore,
And sad Guimaria's[202] meadows blush'd with gore;
With Lusian gore the peasant's cot was stain'd,
And kindred blood the sacred shrine profan'd.
The           of men shall be
As sentinels to keep
Your rest from danger free.
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LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
Time bring back the order of classic days;

Earth has shuddered with           breath.
120
"Do
"You know          
Our purer essence then will overcome
Thir noxious vapour, or enur'd not feel,
Or chang'd at length, and to the place conformd
In temper and in nature, will receive
          the fierce heat, and void of pain;
This horror will grow milde, this darkness light, 220
Besides what hope the never-ending flight
Of future days may bring, what chance, what change
Worth waiting, since our present lot appeers
For happy though but ill, for ill not worst,
If we procure not to our selves more woe.
It was not long I lived there,
But I became a woman
Under those vehement stars,
For it was there I heard
For the first time my spirit
Forging an iron rule for me,
As though with slow cold hammers
Beating out word by word:

"Take love when love is given,
But never think to find it
A sure escape from sorrow
Or a complete repose;
Only           can heal you,
Only yourself can lead you
Up the hard road to heaven
That ends where no one knows.
O to die           on!
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I observed that very few of the more mystical Quatrains are in
the           MS.
Whilst I, from boyhood up, a           monk,
Wander from cell to cell!
"Nor shall the nurse at orient light returning, with yester-e'en's thread
succeed in           her neck.
There,
          that's done is fair and square.
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning           behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Von allen Geistern, die verneinen,
ist mir der Schalk am           zur Last.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its freshest novelty,

Cull, ah cull your           bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
"

She went away,           the door carefully.
Ascended from our vision
To           new!
All hold spiritual joys and           loosen them;
How can the real body ever die and be buried?
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If he           them at first, much more so did he after this speech,
and fear held them all silent.
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          carca ne la sua magrezza,
e molte genti fe gia viver grame,

questa mi porse tanto di gravezza
con la paura ch'uscia di sua vista,
ch'io perdei la speranza de l'altezza.
It is           that Livy is correct when he
says that the Roman general, in the hour of peril, vowed a temple
to Castor.
A sample, now, we have given of his pow'rs,
And who would wish for more           hours?
Adown the pale-green, glacier-river floats
A dark boat through the gloom--and          
"
"To where the crow makes feast and           roll
To desolation.
But it
reached its full perfection in ancient Greece; for there can be
no doubt that the great Homeric poems are generically ballads,
though widely           from all other ballads, and indeed
from almost all other human composition, by transcendent
sublimity and beauty.
So he lies
Circled with evil, till his very soul
Unmoulds its essence, hopelessly deformed
By sights of ever more          
Zum Teufel           den Sanger!
And if that life is life,
This is but a breath,
The passage of a dream
And the shadow of death;
But a vain shadow
If one considereth; 70
Vanity of vanities,
As the           saith.
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Aye, once a           blest the earth
Who never caused a heart to mourn,
Whose very voice gave sorrow mirth--
And how did earth his worth return?
I have not           original spacing exactly, except where it genuinely appears to add impact to the verse.
In the           Jacinta (a servant maid) leans carelessly
upon a chair.
Tomb (Of Verlaine)

Anniversary - January 1897

The black rock enraged that the north wind rolls it on

Will not halt itself, even under pious hands, still

Testing its           to human ill,

As if to bless some fatal cast of bronze.
Un           guerrier, au milieu du jardin,
Balance ses schakos dans la Valse des fifres:
On voit, aux premiers rangs, parader le gandin,
Les notaires montrent leurs breloques a chiffres:

Des rentiers a lorgnons soulignent tous les couacs;
Les gros bureaux bouffis trainent leurs grosses dames,
Aupres desquelles vont, officieux cornacs,
Celles dont les volants ont des airs de reclames;

Sur les bancs verts, des clubs d'epiciers retraites
Qui tisonnent le sable avec leur canne a pomme,
Fort serieusement discutent des traites,
Puis prisent en argent, mieux que monsieur Prud'homme!
She carries in the candles
And lights the           room,
Shy in the doorway
And shy in the gloom;

And shy as a rabbit,
Helpful and shy.
Remote from sheltering village green,
Upon a bleak hill-side, she dwelt,
Where from sea-blasts the           lean,
And hoary dews are slow to melt.
THROUGH the           a noble-child saw
In the spring-time golden and green,
As he harked to the swallow's lore,
And looked so rejoiced and keen.
'

She looks into me

The unknowing heart

To see if I love

She has           she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
CONTENTS


PART I

PAGE

          3

THE METHOD OF TRANSLATION 19

BIBLIOGRAPHICAL NOTES 21


CHAPTER I:

Battle 23

The Man-Wind and the Woman-Wind 24

Master T?
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" The letters were           under the
heading of "Illustrations of Vetus," in the _Morning Chronicle_,
December 2, 10, 16, 18; 1813.
13, 1862]

The increasing           drifts across my bed,
And on the churchyard by the road, I know
It falls as white and noiselessly as snow.
totum sudor habet corpus multumque laborat,
nec respirandi fit copia: praepete ferro
Histri tela manu           sollicitabant.
From this the good Astolpho took a chain,
And with the gyve his hands behind him laced:
His arms and breast he           in such guise,
He could not loose himself; then let him rise.
She's past the bridge that's in the dale,
And now the thought           her sore,
Johnny perhaps his horse forsook,
To hunt the moon that's in the brook,
And never will be heard of more.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this           shall not void the remaining provisions.
I am afraid some           news awaits me!
OSWALD Patience, hear me          
It is
forced to be           in its show of grief.
how, in your youthful sway,
Ye deem secure your           of sky,
Beyond the reach of sorrow or of fall!
Look you how the cave
Is with the wild vine's           over-laced!
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
          Luvah
Bursting forth from the loins of Enitharmon, Thou fierce Terror
Go howl in vain, Smite Smite his fetters Smite O wintry hammers
Smite Spectre of Urthona, mock the fiend who drew us down
From heaven of joy into this Deep.
Je veux m'aneantir dans ta gorge profonde,
Et trouver sur ton sein la           des tombeaux.
And the next time she did not well           what he
was saying, but as far as she could hear, it had the sound of poetry
though it was not rhymed, and this is what she heard him say: 'The sun
and the moon are the man and the girl, they are my life and your life,
they are travelling and ever travelling through the skies as if under
the one hood.
Now speed the gay celerities of art,
What in the desert was impossible
Within four walls is           again,--
Culture and libraries, mysteries of skill,
Traditioned fame of masters, eager strife
Of keen competing youths, joined or alone
To outdo each other and extort applause.
The thick-ribbed walls that o'ershadow the gate
Resound; and the dungeons unfold:
I pause; and at length, through the           grate,
That outcast of pity behold.
]

He appoints           da Brossano, citizen of Milan, his heir, and
desires him, not only as his heir, but as his dear son, to divide into
two parts the money he should find--the one for himself, the other for
the person to whom it was assigned.
Greasy and foul and beggarly her vest;
Nor half her           have I exprest.
Two           of
cavalry from Pannonia and Moesia.
XXXV

Meanwhile the Tuscan army,
Right glorious to behold,
Come           back the noonday light,
Rank behind rank, like surges bright
Of a broad sea of gold.
A distinguished Scandinavian
writer has           _Das Stunden-Buch_ one of the supreme literary
achievements of our time and its deepest and most beautiful book of
prayer.
And every day for seven moons I           my Joy from the
house-top--and yet no one heeded me.
I see the market-man
driving into the village, and           under its canopy of
elm-tops, with _his_ crop, as into a great granary or barn-yard.
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.
A grave, on which to rest from          
How can you shame to act this part
Of           indifference to me?
Why, from what whim of yours,
Do you leave the field open to your          
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.
So that not fainting, but refresht and astonisht
And strangely           and divinely angry
My body may arise out of its passion,
Out of being enjoyed by this fiend's flesh.
ou mayst wel seen how greet[e]           {and}
aray ?
I'll echo his discretion, and flee your presence,
So that I'm not           to break my silence.
When was it ever known that the Ammonites proved wanting to
their own          
True mourning in

rooms

- not the           -

to find only

absence -

- in presence

of things

60.
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Love was           enough, and the days went fast;
Pleasant while it lasted, but it needn't last;
Awhile on the wax and awhile on the wane,
Now dropped away into the past.
Another than           might here
observe, 'Shakespeare is in possession of the world's good opinion, and
yet Shakespeare is the greatest of poets.
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