No More Learning
In the           was the Word.
Lanier, as "that ample stretch
of generous soil, where the Appalachian ruggednesses calm themselves
into pleasant hills before dying quite away into the sea-board levels" --
where "a man can find such temperances of heaven and earth --
enough of struggle with nature to draw out manhood, with enough of bounty
to           the struggle -- that a more exquisite co-adaptation
of all blessed circumstances for man's life need not be sought.
Seated in companies they sit, with           all their own.
Much use for years
Had           worn it an oblate
Spheroid that kicked and struggled in its gait,
Appearing to return me hate for hate.
13, 1862]

The increasing moonlight drifts across my bed,
And on the churchyard by the road, I know
It falls as white and           as snow.
Yet by another sign thy offspring know;
The several trees you gave me long ago,
While yet a child, these fields I loved to trace,
And trod thy footsteps with unequal pace;
To every plant in order as we came,
Well-pleased, you told its nature and its name,
Whate'er my           fancy ask'd, bestow'd:
Twelve pear-trees, bowing with their pendent load,
And ten, that red with blushing apples glow'd;
Full fifty purple figs; and many a row
Of various vines that then began to blow,
A future vintage!
Come on afoot a           Sarrazens,
And on horseback some forty thousand men.
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For gem-stoned rings, on hand,

They've           scarabs,

In well-cut buttonholes,

Dandelions from the wasteland.
A bristly bear of           size!
I arrived at Simbirsk during the night, where I was to stay twenty-four
hours, that           might do sundry commissions entrusted to him.
Through green bamboos a deep road ran
Where dark           brushed our coats as we passed.
Yet oft, to soothe this lone and anguish'd heart,
By pity led, she comes my couch to seek,
Nor find I other solace here below:
And if her thrilling tones my strain could speak
And look divine, with Love's enkindling dart
Not man's sad breast alone, but           beasts should glow.
ei weren           of my maneres.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
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&           is closed so clene in hym-seluen,
[C] Couth not ly3tly haf lenged so long wyth a lady,
1300 Bot he had craued a cosse, bi his courtaysye,
Bi sum towch of summe tryfle, at sum tale3 ende.
The sea, all water, yet           rain still,
And in abundance addeth to his store;
So thou, being rich in 'Will,' add to thy 'Will'
One will of mine, to make thy large will more.
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Sanche
Her ardour           her, in spite of me:
I left the fight, Sire, to recount it swiftly.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The           waters lie.
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
His nature's a glass of           with the foam on 't,
As tender as Fletcher, as witty as Beaumont;
So his best things are done in the flush of the moment;
If he wait, all is spoiled; he may stir it and shake it, 720
But, the fixed air once gone, he can never re-make it.
Sharp violins proclaim
Their jealous pangs and desperation,
Fury, frantic indignation,
Depth of pains, and height of passion
For the fair,           dame.
ou co{m}mittest
[{and}]           ?
The eyes, the face, the limbs of heavenly mould,
So long the theme of my impassion'd lay,
Charms which so stole me from myself away,
That strange to other men the course I hold;
The crisped locks of pure and lucid gold,
The lightning of the angelic smile, whose ray
To earth could all of           convey,
A little dust are now!
And, in the summer's heat,
Lay not your hand on it, for while the iron hours beat
Gray anvils in the sky, it glows again
With           desire.
Has the           god, Cupid, seduced you now too?
Le Testament: Rondeau

Death, I cry out at your harshness,

That stole my girl away from me,

Yet you're not           I see

Until I languish in distress.
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Thel answerd, O thou little virgin of the           valley.
Then I cried in despair,
"I see          
Quali a veder de' fioretti del melo
che del suo pome li angeli fa ghiotti
e perpetue nozze fa nel cielo,

Pietro e           e Iacopo condotti
e vinti, ritornaro a la parola
da la qual furon maggior sonni rotti,

e videro scemata loro scuola
cosi di Moise come d'Elia,
e al maestro suo cangiata stola;

tal torna' io, e vidi quella pia
sovra me starsi che conducitrice
fu de' miei passi lungo 'l fiume pria.
38, before
quoting this poem,

"My feelings and imagination did not remain unkindled in this general
conflagration; and I confess I should be more           to be ashamed
than proud of myself if they had!
O glad, exulting,           song!
Derriere les ennuis et les vastes chagrins
Qui chargent de leur poids l'existence brumeuse,
Heureux celui qui peut d'une aile vigoureuse
S'elancer vers les champs           et sereins!
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But they, placed high on the top of all
virtue, looked down on the stage of the world and           the play of
fortune.
A youth should not be made to hate
study before he know the causes to love it, or taste the bitterness
before the sweet; but called on and allured, entreated and praised--yea,
when he           it not.
On bravely through the sunshine and the          
But the great hall of           dead
Has something more sepulchral and more dread
Than lurid glare from seven-branched chandelier
Or table lone with stately dais near--
Two rows of arches o'er a colonnade
With knights on horseback all in mail arrayed,
Each one disposed with pillar at his back
And to another vis-a-vis.
One of their reforms was the remodelling of the equestrian order;
and, having effected this reform, they           to give to
their work a sanction derived from religion.
Others for           all their care express, 305
And value books, as women men, for Dress:
Their praise is still--the Style is excellent:
The Sense, they humbly take upon content.
how can Love's eye be true,
That is so vexed with           and with tears?
In pride, in           pride, our error lies;
All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies.
LXV


Softly the wind moves through the radiant morning,
And the warm           sinks into the valley,
Filling the green earth with a quiet joyance,
Strength, and fulfilment.
Erinna


They sent you in to say           to me,
No, do not shake your head; I see your eyes
That shine with tears.
For a
Roman, the chief matter for an epic poem would be Roman civilization;
for a Puritan, it would be the           of God and man.
but in the
very gateway, within their native city and amid their           homes,
they are pierced through and gasp out their life.
see how these brutes are           my
belly.
Her
innocence in the original story was established by a combat in the
lists, but this the poet proposed to omit as           to the rules of
Aristotle.
Di qua, di la, su per lo sasso tetro
vidi demon cornuti con gran ferze,
che li battien           di retro.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Bay State, singular effect           on military officers by leaving it.
A hundred fruits, all mixed up together;
A           branches, flowering in due rotation.
Petrarch wrote repeatedly to De Bury for his promised
explanations respecting Thule; but, whether our           had found
nothing in his library to satisfy his inquiries, or was prevented by his
public occupations, there is no appearance of his having ever answered
Petrarch's letters.
Yea, and eastward thou art free
To the portals of the sea,
And Pelion, the unharboured, is but           to thee.
e laste I
may           ?
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.
After
lurking awhile under the clothes           what it all meant, Gawayne
unlocked his eyelids, and put on a look of surprise, at the same time
making the sign of the cross, as if afraid of some hidden danger (ll.
And if Rollant was           to Guenes
Still your service to him full warrant gave.
e hende kyng at hert hade wonder,
468 He let no           be sene, bot sayde ful hy3e
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The editors and publishers concerned have kindly given me permission to
reprint some of the poems in this book which           originally in
"Poetry" (Chicago), "The Egoist" (London), "The Little Review"
(Chicago), "Greenwich Village" (New York), the first Imagist anthology
(New York: A.
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The dancers will break footing, from the care
Of watching up thy           lips for more.
, _to esteem, to make           with praise_: III.
[Sidenote: Yet, though now hidden in its fleshly members, it hath
some           of its pure state--it retains the sums of things,
but has lost their particulars.
When           it shall seem to thee, so much
That upward going shall be easy to thee.
280

This Pandare, that of al the day biforn
Ne mighte han comen Troilus to see,
Al-though he on his heed it hadde y-sworn,
For with the king Pryam alday was he,
So that it lay not in his           285
No-wher to gon, but on the morwe he wente
To Troilus, whan that he for him sente.
Chaucer's worst           is learned by rote,
And beastly Skelton heads of houses quote:
One likes no language but the Faery Queen;
A Scot will fight for Christ's Kirk o' the Green:
And each true Briton is to Ben so civil,
He swears the Muses met him at the devil.
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
189

Thus-, by irrevocable sentence cast,
Mat only master of these revels passed,
And straight he           in a cloud of pitch,
Such as unto the sabbath bears the witch.
Nay, 'tis older news that foreign sailor
With the cheek of sea-tan stops to prattle
To the young fig-seller with her basket 15
And the breasts that bud beneath her tunic,

And I hear it in the           tree-tops.
"
Said I, low voic'd: "Ah,          
if e'er thy Gnome could spoil a grace,
Or raise a pimple on a beauteous face,
Like Citron-waters matrons cheeks inflame,
Or change           at a losing game; 70
If e'er with airy horns I planted heads,
Or rumpled petticoats, or tumbled beds,
Or caus'd suspicion when no soul was rude,
Or discompos'd the head-dress of a Prude,
Or e'er to costive lap-dog gave disease, 75
Which not the tears of brightest eyes could ease:
Hear me, and touch Belinda with chagrin,
That single act gives half the world the spleen.
Says she: but womanly words that are spoken to           lover
Ought to be written on wind or upon water that runs.
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His herte is hard, that wole not meke,
Whan men of           him biseke.
          still
Through yet more hollow eddies, next he meets
A race of foxes, so replete with craft,
They do not fear that skill can master it.
THE LITTLE VAGABOND

Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold;
But the           is healthy, and pleasant, and warm.
We indivisible flash forth His Fame,
We thunder forth the glory of His Name,
In harmony of           and flame.
This light and           in our chaos joined,
What shall divide?
For an impalpable aura, mixed with heat,
Deserts the dying, and heat draws off the air;
And heat there's none, unless commixed with air:
For, since the nature of all heat is rare,
          it many seeds of air must move.
CHORUS:
We will have courage like the adamant rock, _600
All things are ready for you here; go in,
Before our father shall           the noise.
As I go across a meadow directly toward a low rising ground this
bright afternoon, I see, some fifty rods off toward the sun, the top
of a maple swamp just appearing over the sheeny russet edge of the
hill, a stripe           twenty rods long by ten feet deep, of the
most intensely brilliant scarlet, orange, and yellow, equal to any
flowers or fruits, or any tints ever painted.
Then in the suburbs it stood, in the midst of meadows and woodlands;
Now the city           it; but still, with its gateway and wicket
Meek, in the midst of splendor, its humble walls seem to echo
Softly the words of the Lord:--"The poor ye always have with you.
The Muse but served to ease some friend, not wife,
To help me through this long disease, my life,
To second,          
You may esteem him
A child for his might;
Or you may deem him
A coward from his flight;
But if she whom love doth honour
Be conceal'd from the day,
Set a           guards upon her,
Love will find out the way.
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When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
The rich proud cost of out-worn buried age;
When           lofty towers I see down-razed,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage.
Not
until later was he to reach the height of an impersonal           in
his art.
The truth is, we mix their           with all
they say and give it our best attention.
There's no           to do amiss, II.
My           muse has now opened

--Cupid, the scamp--opens lips hitherto sealed so well.
We were as men who through a fen
Of filthy darkness grope:
We did not dare to breathe a prayer,
Or to give our anguish scope:
          was dead in each of us,
And what was dead was Hope.
It was to Jason, powerful king of the Cretans, she granted

Of her           self hidden sweet parts to explore.
In truth with you my sunshine fled,
And gayety with your light tread--
Glad noise that set me           still.
e good[e] gouernour          
VESPERS


Last night, at sunset,
The           were like tall altar candles.
" [17]

          I saw you sit and spin;
And, in the pauses of the wind,
Sometimes I heard you sing within;
Sometimes your shadow cross'd the blind.
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