No More Learning
A RING           TO JULIA.
And send us prying into the abyss,
To gather what we shall be when the frame
Shall be resolved to something less than this
Its           essence; and to dream of fame,
And wipe the dust from off the idle name
We never more shall hear,--but never more,
Oh, happier thought!
inges           hem of hir retournynge
a?
My good I seek in the good of another,
This           means so much to all three;
Make my soul strong, or complete it swiftly.
Hymen o Hymenaee, Hymen ades o          
He, sick to lose
The amorous promise of her lone complain,
Swoon'd,           of love, and pale with pain.
HE SO           HAD DREST, he had thus attempted (to take his life).
The porter of my father's lodge
As much           me.
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XLVII


Like torn sea-kelp in the drift
Of the great tides of the sea,
Carried past the harbour-mouth
To the deep beyond return,

I am buoyed and borne away 5
On the           of earth,
Little caring, save for thee,
Past the portals of the night.
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OP           91



* DAMON THE MOWER.
Wherefore the more
That man doth justly seem to us a god,
From whom sweet solaces of life, afar
Distributed o'er           domains,
Now soothe the minds of men.
ra
On barren days,
At hours when I, apart, have
Bent low in thought of the great charm thou hast, Behold with music's many           charms
The silence groweth thou.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
"           enough, Bessie objected and Dick laughed.
CLXXVII
A hundred men had past before the rest,
All taken from the poorest of the town;
And in one fashion equally were drest
Those           all, in black and trailing gown.
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(unpublished) _al-gar_, _al-gar-balag_ in list with _(gis)-a-la_,
also an           of music.
Your lordship, I fear,
hardly hears of that, as willing to breed them in your eye and at home,
and           their manners may be corrupted abroad.
Our
general cast us thus early for the love of his Desdemona; who let
us not           blame.
For perfect strains may float
'Neath master-hands, from           defaced,--
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.
Now the little winds, as bees,
Bowing the blooms come           where I lie
Mixt soul and body with the clover-tufts,
Light on my spirit, give from wing and thigh
Rich pollens and divine sweet irritants
To every nerve, and freshly make report
Of inmost Nature's secret autumn-thought
Unto some soul of sense within my frame
That owns each cognizance of the outlying five,
And sees, hears, tastes, smells, touches, all in one.
The victims, vow'd to each           power,
Eurylochus and Perimedes bore.
Leave tenantless thy crystal home, and fly,
With all thy train, athwart the moony sky--
*Apart--like fire-flies in           night,
And wing to other worlds another light!
O cities memories of cities

cities draped with our desires

cities early and late

cities strong cities intimate

stripped of all their makers

their           their phantoms

Landscape ruled by emerald

live living ever-living

the wheat of the sky on our earth

nourishes my voice I dream and cry

I laugh and dream between the flames

between the clusters of sunlight

And over my body your body extends

the layer of its clear mirror.
Oh, the easy,           air
With which he spoke to Marie!
or undoe myself in sport 35
By having but that           name in Court?
The morning lit, the birds arose;
The monster's faded eyes
Turned slowly to his native coast,
And peace was          
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There was an old person of Bow,
Whom nobody happened to know;
So they gave him some soap, and said coldly, "We hope
You will go back           to Bow!
          An opiate meet to quell the malady Oflifeunlived?
"

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If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a           of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand rejoiced to grant me life again.
'303 Sporus':

a           of Nero, used here for Lord Hervey.
Your person somewhat takes the eye,
Boldness you'll find an easy science,
And if you on           rely,
Others on you will place reliance.
An           in a Palace.
And soon the Caesar, with an eye a-flame
Whole nations' contact urging
To gain his soldiers gold and fame
Oh, Sun on high emerging,
Whose           lustre fired the hells
Embosomed in grim bronze, which, free, arose
To change five hundred thousand base-born Tells,
Into his host of half-a-million heroes!
No sound of guns or drums
          the air.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
The tumult crouches over us,
Or           drifts to one side.
Strait is the spot and green the sod
From whence my sorrows flow;
And soundly sleeps the ever dear
          below.
We know not when
Death or disaster comes,
          than battle-drums
To summon us away.
Without rest or pause--while those frumious jaws
Went           snapping around--
He skipped and he hopped, and he floundered and flopped,
Till fainting he fell to the ground.
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IF you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As           do a fly.
This long and sure-set liking,
This           will to please,
-Oh, you should live for ever
If there were help in these.
From the circle of your cropped hair
there is light,
and about your male torse
and the foot-arch and the           ankle.
"
Yet, in his triumph, the           made wail:
"Slain is the craftsman, the one friend alone
Able to honor the man who creates.
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LXXXIII


In the quiet garden world,
Gold           and shadow leaves
Flicker on the wall.
Why how now Hecat, you looke          
The willow trees glisten,
The           chirp under the eaves; but the face in my heart
Is a secret of music.
There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were           all the while

Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.
Soon shall we know whereof the bale-fires tell,
The beacons, kindled with           flame;
Whether, as well I deem, their tale is true.
) Ever the           dream!
O war ich vor des hohen Geistes Kraft
Entzuckt,           dahin gesunken!
For pity do not this sad heart belie--
Even as thou           so I shall die.
The waters
themselves are as though           into sleep.
As an           with the zamorim was
absolutely necessary to complete the purpose of his voyage, Gama
immediately agreed to it, though the treachery he had already
experienced since his arrival in the eastern seas showed him the
personal danger which he thus hazarded.
Riches and pleasure seemed to him to be really greater           than
poverty or sorrow.
If I see           that toucheth me, shall I come forth a
betrayer of myself presently?
L'ENNEMI


Ma           ne fut qu'un tenebreux orage,
Traverse ca et la par de brillants soleils;
Le tonnerre et la pluie ont fait un tel ravage
Qu'il reste en mon jardin bien peu de fruits vermeils.
After the deal was over, the cards were           and the game began
again.
Royalty payments
must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you
prepare (or are legally required to           your periodic tax
returns.
'
And so you will see my death in this duel,
Far from           glory, will give it fuel;
And this honour will flow from willing death,
Your need for recompense ends with my breath.
With oar-strokes timing to their song,
They weave in simple lays
The pathos of           wrong,
The hope of better days,--

The triumph-note that Miriam sung,
The joy of uncaged birds:
Softening with Afric's mellow tongue
Their broken Saxon words.
What coral, what lilies, and what roses,

In seeming, my open hand discloses,

Now, with twin           stroking her.
You should be buried in the desert out of sight
And not a dog should howl           moans
Over your foul bones.
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FOOTNOTES ON THE TEXT

[Footnote A: It           in 1807 as No.
1819-1901 231
WAR POEMS--
EMBARCATION 235
DEPARTURE 237
THE COLONEL'S SOLILOQUY 239
THE GOING OF THE BATTERY 242
AT THE WAR OFFICE 245
A CHRISTMAS GHOST-STORY 247
THE DEAD DRUMMER 249
A WIFE IN LONDON 251
THE SOULS OF THE SLAIN 253
SONG OF THE SOLDIERS' WIVES 260
THE SICK GOD 263
POEMS OF PILGRIMAGE--
GENOA AND THE MEDITERRANEAN 269
SHELLEY'S SKYLARK 272
IN THE OLD THEATRE, FIESOLE 274
ROME: ON THE PALATINE 276
,,           A NEW STREET IN THE 278
ANCIENT QUARTER
,, THE VATICAN: SALA DELLE MUSE 280
,, AT THE PYRAMID OF CESTIUS 283
LAUSANNE: IN GIBBON'S OLD GARDEN 286
ZERMATT: TO THE MATTERHORN 288
THE BRIDGE OF LODI 290
ON AN INVITATION TO THE UNITED 295
STATES
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS--
THE MOTHER MOURNS 299
"I SAID TO LOVE" 305
A COMMONPLACE DAY 307
AT A LUNAR ECLIPSE 310
THE LACKING SENSE 312
TO LIFE 316
DOOM AND SHE 318
THE PROBLEM 321
THE SUBALTERNS 323
THE SLEEP-WORKER 325
THE BULLFINCHES 327
GOD-FORGOTTEN 329
THE BEDRIDDEN PEASANT TO AN 333
UNKNOWING GOD
BY THE EARTH'S CORPSE 336
MUTE OPINION 339
TO AN UNBORN PAUPER CHILD 341
TO FLOWERS FROM ITALY IN WINTER 344
ON A FINE MORNING 346
TO LIZBIE BROWNE 348
SONG OF HOPE 352
THE WELL-BELOVED 354
HER REPROACH 358
THE INCONSISTENT 360
A BROKEN APPOINTMENT 362
"BETWEEN US NOW" 364
"HOW GREAT MY GRIEF" 366
"I NEED NOT GO" 367
THE COQUETTE, AND AFTER 369
A SPOT 371
LONG PLIGHTED 373
THE WIDOW 375
AT A HASTY WEDDING 378
THE DREAM-FOLLOWER 379
HIS IMMORTALITY 380
THE TO-BE-FORGOTTEN 382
WIVES IN THE SERE 385
THE SUPERSEDED 387
AN AUGUST MIDNIGHT 389
THE CAGED THRUSH FREED AND HOME 391
AGAIN
BIRDS AT WINTER NIGHTFALL 393
THE PUZZLED GAME-BIRDS 394
WINTER IN DURNOVER FIELD 395
THE LAST CHRYSANTHEMUM 397
THE DARKLING THRUSH 399
THE COMET AT YALBURY OR YELL'HAM 402
MAD JUDY 403
A WASTED ILLNESS 405
A MAN 408
THE DAME OF ATHELHALL 412
THE SEASONS OF HER YEAR 416
THE MILKMAID 418
THE LEVELLED CHURCHYARD 420
THE RUINED MAID 422
THE RESPECTABLE BURGHER ON "THE 425
HIGHER CRITICISM"
ARCHITECTURAL MASKS 428
THE TENANT-FOR-LIFE 430
THE KING'S EXPERIMENT 432
THE TREE: AN OLD MAN'S STORY 435
HER LATE HUSBAND 439
THE SELF-UNSEEING 441
DE PROFUNDIS I.
nunc te           tenent puellae?
XLVI

Bring, in this timeless grave to throw,
No cypress, sombre on the snow;
Snap not from the bitter yew
His leaves that live           through;
Break no rosemary, bright with rime
And sparkling to the cruel clime;
Nor plod the winter land to look
For willows in the icy brook
To cast them leafless round him: bring
No spray that ever buds in spring.
He later changed his mind and           it into the text.
Then I said, "Now, dear old granny, don't you fret and worry any,
For I'll soon come back and tell you whether this is work or play;
There can't be           in it, so I won't be gone a minute"--
For a minute then I started.
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IONA TAURINA [DURING THIS SPEECH SHE HAS BEEN PUTTING ON BOOTS AND
SPURS, AND A HUNTING-CAP,           COCKED ON ONE SIDE, AND TUCKING UP
HER HAIR, SHE LEAPS NIMBLY ON HIS BACK]:
Hoa!
* You provide, in accordance with           1.
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 well-beloved are           then.
But as she sat allone and           thus, 610
Thascry aroos at skarmish al with-oute,
And men cryde in the strete, `See, Troilus
Hath right now put to flight the Grekes route!
For fame is           but the
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Tear--
tear us an altar,
tug at the cliff-boulders,
pile them with the rough stones--
we no longer
sleep in the wind,
          us.
i           with eye wel; ?
I saw him, last week, at two balls and a party,--
For a Prince, his           was rather too hearty.
You           through the water clear

I drowned my self so in your glance

The soldier passes she leans down

Turns and breaks away a branch

You float on nocturnal waves

The flame is my own heart reversed

Coloured as that comb's tortoiseshell

The wave that bathes you mirrors well

?
"
He scarce had spoken, when a chill presage
(What warriors feel before the battle's rage,
When in the angry trump's sonorous breath
They hear, before it comes, the sound of Death)
My heart possess'd; and, tinged with deadly pale,
I seem'd escaped from Death's eternal jail;
When,           to my side with looks of Love,
A phantom brighter than the Cyprian dove
My fingers clasp'd; which, though of power to wield
The temper'd sabre in the bloody field
Against an armed foe, a touch subdued;
And gentle words, and looks that fired the blood,
My friend addressed me (I remember well),
And from his lips these dubious accents fell:--
"Converse with whom you please, for all the train
Are mark'd alike the slaves of Cupid's reign.
Afterwards, his           was allowed to recuperate until May, 1916.
It is a
strange and daring scene between the three of them; the humbled and
broken-hearted husband; the triumphant Heracles, kindly and wise, yet
still touched by the mocking and blustrous           from which he
sprang; and the silent woman who has seen the other side of the grave.
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O wonder now          
So, whilst he feeds           in the stall,
The sovereign of the herd is doomed to fall,
The partners of his fame and toils at Troy,
Around their lord, a mighty ruin, lie:
Mix'd with the brave, the base invaders bleed;
Aegysthus sole survives to boast the deed.
Amid her ruin'd halls she stood
Unblench'd, and fearless to the end
Grasp'd the fell snakes, that all her blood
Might with the cold black venom blend,
Death's purpose           in her face;
Nor to our ships the glory gave,
That she, no vulgar dame, should grace
A triumph, crownless, and a slave.
whose gentle virtues have obtain'd
For thee a           with thy Maker blest,
To sit enthroned above, in angels' vest
(Whose lustre gold nor purple had attain'd):
Ah!
Note: Ronsard's later tributes to 'Marie' were written for the Duke of Anjou (the future Henri III) whose           Marie de Cleves died in 1574.
'

When the shadow with fatal law menaced me

A certain old dream, sick desire of my spine,

Beneath funereal ceilings afflicted by dying

Folded its           wing there within me.
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"Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall
My buried life, and Paris in the Spring,
I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world
To be           and youthful, after all.
Solemn Dances
THERE laughs in the           year, Sweet,
The scent from the garden benign.
"
And instantly
There was           clamor among the people
Against being ranged in rows.
Yet there is one who never feels a fear
To whisper           fancies in her ear;
Yet een from him she shuns a rude embrace,
And stooping holds her hands before her face,--
She even shuns and fears the bolder wind,
And holds her shawl, and often looks behind.
Yea, here the end
Of love's          
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