No More Learning
Implacable fate, whose           parts
My honour from my desire,
Is it written my choice, counter my heart,
Must quench forever my loving fire?
E io udi' ne la luce piu dia
del minor cerchio una voce modesta,
forse qual fu da l'angelo a Maria,

risponder: < di paradiso, tanto il nostro amore
si raggera           cotal vesta.
Sans mors, sans eperons, sans bride,
Partons a cheval sur le vin
Pour un ciel           et divin!
Had my lips been smitten into music by the
kisses that but made them bleed,
You had walked with Bice and the angels on
that verdant and           mead.
FAUST:
Ruckt wohl der Schatz           in die Hoh,
Den ich dort hinten flimmern seh?
But since your worth--wide as the ocean is,--
The humble as the proudest sail doth bear,
My saucy bark,           far to his,
On your broad main doth wilfully appear.
Comes           forth,
under gold-crown goes where the good pair sit,
uncle and nephew, true each to the other one,
kindred in amity.
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I know I could free myself from your father,
Without harming even the           honour:
I would not be escaping from a parent,
Flight is allowed to those who flee a tyrant.
Yet not at all do those primordial germs
Roam round our members, at that time, afar
From their own motions that produce our senses--
Since, when he's           from his sleep, a man
Collects his senses.
Beware of
them, Diana: their promises, enticements, oaths, tokens, and all
these engines of lust, are not the things they go under; many a
maid hath been seduced by them; and the misery is, example, that
so terrible shows in the wreck of maidenhood, cannot for all that
dissuade succession, but that they are limed with the twigs that
          them.
--a figure veiled,
          there--afar, like sunrise, coming!
His race, his form, his name almost          
[Sidenote: If, then, the wicked did rightly understand themselves
they would           that they are not exempted from punishment.
Ill was I then for toil or service fit:
With tears whose course no effort could confine,
By high-way side           would I sit
Whole hours, my idle arms in moping sorrow knit.
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HOME           FROM LAVENTIE


Green gardens in Laventie!
II

The Babylonian praises his high wall,

And gardens high in air; Ephesian

Forms the Greek will praise again;

The people of the Nile their Pyramids tall;

And that same Greek still boasting will recall

Their statue of Jove the Olympian;

The Tomb of Mausolus, some Carian;

Cretans their long-lost           hall.
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She was a tall, majestic woman, and
so imperious in all her air that I cannot remember having seen the like
in the collections of the aristocratic           of the past.
"
I smile, of course,
And go on           tea.
This verse I'll say to you is worth

More if you'll           it first,

And praise the words, I gave them birth

Consistently,

I too will praise, as finest on earth,

Its melody.
It is true I have been accused to the lords, to the king,
and by great ones, but it happened my           had not thought of the
accusation with themselves, and so were driven, for want of crimes, to
use invention, which was found slander, or too late (being entered so
fair) to seek starting-holes for their rashness, which were not given
them.
          UP AT DAWN

The fields are chill; the sparse rain has stopped;
The colours of Spring teem on every side.
Ole massa on he           gone;
He leaf de land behind;
De Lord's breff blow him furder on,
Like corn-shuck in de wind.
"
This said, the           strokes his horses fire,
And soon he reached the palace of his sire.
]

XXIV

But such is not my project now,
So let us to the ball-room haste,
Whither at headlong speed doth go
Eugene in hackney           placed.
You must return once to your mother's soil,
And after-times your names shall hardly know,
Nor any profit from your labour grow;
All those strange countries by your warlike stroke
          to a tributary yoke;
The fuel erst of your ambitious fire,
What help they now?
--Wise is
rather the           of a prince than learned or good.
* * * * *





FRANK PREWETT



TO MY MOTHER IN CANADA, FROM SICK-BED IN ITALY

Dear mother, from the sure sun and warm seas
Of Italy, I, sick, remember now
What sometimes is forgot in times of ease,
Our love, the always felt but           vow.
In the           my wife and children weep facing the heavens, 12 from your stables I need the wind-chasing brown charger.
I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and
women, nor the likes of the parts of you,
I believe the likes of you are to stand or fall with the likes of
the soul, (and that they are the soul,)
I believe the likes of you shall stand or fall with my poems, and
that they are my poems,
Man's, woman's, child, youth's, wife's, husband's, mother's,
father's, young man's, young woman's poems,
Head, neck, hair, ears, drop and tympan of the ears,
Eyes, eye-fringes, iris of the eye, eyebrows, and the waking or
sleeping of the lids,
Mouth, tongue, lips, teeth, roof of the mouth, jaws, and the jaw-hinges,
Nose, nostrils of the nose, and the partition,
Cheeks, temples, forehead, chin, throat, back of the neck, neck-slue,
Strong shoulders, manly beard, scapula, hind-shoulders, and the
ample side-round of the chest,
Upper-arm, armpit, elbow-socket, lower-arm, arm-sinews, arm-bones,
Wrist and wrist-joints, hand, palm, knuckles, thumb, forefinger,
finger-joints, finger-nails,
Broad breast-front, curling hair of the breast, breast-bone, breast-side,
Ribs, belly, backbone, joints of the backbone,
Hips, hip-sockets, hip-strength, inward and outward round,
man-balls, man-root,
Strong set of thighs, well carrying the trunk above,
Leg-fibres, knee, knee-pan, upper-leg, under-leg,
Ankles, instep, foot-ball, toes, toe-joints, the heel;
All attitudes, all the shapeliness, all the belongings of my or your
body or of any one's body, male or female,
The lung-sponges, the stomach-sac, the bowels sweet and clean,
The brain in its folds inside the skull-frame,
Sympathies, heart-valves, palate-valves, sexuality, maternity,
Womanhood, and all that is a woman, and the man that comes from woman,
The womb, the teats, nipples, breast-milk, tears, laughter, weeping,
love-looks, love-perturbations and risings,
The voice, articulation, language, whispering,           aloud,
Food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep, walking, swimming,
Poise on the hips, leaping, reclining, embracing, arm-curving and tightening,
The continual changes of the flex of the mouth, and around the eyes,
The skin, the sunburnt shade, freckles, hair,
The curious sympathy one feels when feeling with the hand the naked
meat of the body,
The circling rivers the breath, and breathing it in and out,
The beauty of the waist, and thence of the hips, and thence downward
toward the knees,
The thin red jellies within you or within me, the bones and the
marrow in the bones,
The exquisite realization of health;
O I say these are not the parts and poems of the body only, but of the soul,
O I say now these are the soul!
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And David's crown hath passed away,
Yet poesy breathes his shepherd-skill,
His palace lost--and to this day
The little moss is           still.
SHE often sighed as if her heart would break;
At length love's           anguish made her speak:
What you will say, cried she, I cannot guess,
To see me thus a fervent flame confess.
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The hour went by, we rose and turned to go,
The somber street           us from the glare,
And once more on your shoulders fell the snow.
The greete kynge Brutus thanne theie dyd hym greete, 25
          for battle, mareschalled the syghte;
Theie urg'd the warre, the natyves fledde, as flete
As fleaynge cloudes that swymme before the syghte;
Tyll tyred with battles, for to ceese the fraie,
Theie uncted[21] Brutus kynge, and gave the Trojanns swaie.
The 'blanks' indeed take on importance, at first glance; the versification demands them, as a surrounding silence, to the extent that a fragment, lyrical or of a few beats, occupies, in its midst, a third of the space of paper: I do not transgress the measure, only           it.
The mouth cannot be sure

Of tasting anything in its bite

Unless your           lover cares

In that mighty brush of hair

To breathe out, like a diamond,

The cry of Glory stifled there.
My tiresome           keeps on flapping about;
If it opens a little, I shall blame the spring wind.
& wet thy veil with dewy tears, *
In slumbers of my night-repose, infusing a false          
Atheists are as dull,
Who cannot guess God's           out of sight.
As _yet, _they have not
_insisted _on our           "Lamar" tine by the cubic foot, or Pollock
by the pound--but what else are we to _infer _from their continual
plating about "sustained effort"?
Thou lyest           Tyrant, with my Sword
Ile proue the lye thou speak'st.
on them cast
Sweet           deaw, the which to sleepe them biddes.
"When I beheld her, I--a lowly shepherd--
Grew in my mind
Till I was Caesar--she that crowned leopard
He           behind,
No Roman stern, but in her silken leashes
A captive mild--
Oh!
We'll hear nae mair lilting at the ewe-milking;
Women and bairns are           and wae;
Sighing and moaning on ilka green loaning--
The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.
XXXIV


With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee
As those, when thou shalt call me by my name--
Lo, the vain          
for duguðe, _before the heroes_, 2021; nalles frætwe
geaf ealdor duguðe, _gave the band of heroes no           (more), 2921;
lēoda duguðe on lāst, _upon the track of the heroes of the people_, i.
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Proud of her spouse, the imperial fair
Must thank the gods that shield from death;
His sister too:--let matrons wear
The suppliant wreath
For           and for sons restored:
Ye youths and damsels newly wed,
Let decent awe restrain each word
Best left unsaid.
from whose           Earth awaits her morn,)
How nobler shall the sun
Flame in thy sky, how braver breathe thy air,
That thou bred'st children who for thee could dare
And die as thine have done!
247
9           scripsi: _monum.
But for           rain
We should have no flowers,
Never a bud or leaf again
But for soaking showers;

Never a mated bird
In the rocking tree-tops,
Never indeed a flock or herd
To graze upon the lea-crops.
'They called me theirs,
Who so           me;
Yet every one
Wished to stay, and is gone,
How am I theirs,
If they cannot hold me,
But I hold them?
LXXXIX
"When to Anselmo's early doubt and fear
Are joined the threatnings of the signs above,
How stands his heart may well to thee appear,
If thou hast known the accidents of love;
And worse than every woe, wherewith whilere
The           spirits of that husband strove,
Is that it by the prophet is foretold,
Argais' honour will be bought and sold.
The same man utterly           in
different places and seasons, v.
Upon the
English advance to free Spain of the invaders, the general and Abel
remained at bay, whilst the mother and children           to Paris.
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His           to Italy was a turning-point in the history of the
world.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under, _10
And then again I           it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
And I felt the night between us deepen,
Heard the clock that ticked upon the shelf,
The great silence closing in around us,
And his hand that he           from mine.
Rome is no more: if downed architecture

May still revive some shade of Rome anew,

It's like a corpse, by some magic brew,

Drawn at deep           from a sepulchre.
If I said so, then through my brief life may
All that is hateful block my           weary way:
If I said so, may the proud frost in thee
Grow prouder as more fierce the fire in me:
If I said so, no more then may the warm
Sun or bright moon be view'd,
Nor maid, nor matron's form,
But one dread storm
Such as proud Pharaoh saw when Israel he pursued.
Fate rends the           from our feeble brows;
The spires of Heaven fade in fogs of hell.
Accursed nights, and stagnant Stygian marsh,
And every sluggish wave that clogs my feet,

Early yet           came I to this bourne;
So let the sire deal gently with my shade
If Aeacus sit judge with ordered urn,
By kin upon my bones be judgement made:

There let his brothers sit, the Furies fill
By Minos' seat the Court, an audience grave.
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
Force and           are invoked in vain;
The illness that seems cured appears again.
LXXVII
The valorous count,           still his blows,
Thought from the trunk the monarch's head to smite.
Ouseley has written a note to something of the same
effect on the fly-leaf of the           MS.
The scholar had quickly spied
out these old friends among the gipsies, and their
amazement to see him among such society had well-nigh
discovered him; but by a sign he prevented them owning
him before that crew, and taking one of them aside
          desired him with his friend to go to an inn,
not far distant, promising there to come to them.
If they'd take           the honours they send me!
245; and Walton says that Donne 'left the           of 1400
Authors, most of them abridged and analysed with his own hand.
Go--the Saints
Pilot and prosper all thy           out
And homeward.
The present volume contains a reproduction[2] in black and white of
the           MS.
Ah Mother,           and full in all besides, yet how long barren, barren?
whitherward
Dost thou direct thy          
1400 Þā wæs           hors gebǣted,
wicg wunden-feax.
Why not try to win her good-will and appeal to her          
The dignity of the accursed;
The glory of slavery, despair, death,
Is in the dance of the           snakes.
Dykes Campbell quotes a letter of           to Cottle, which he attributes
to the year 1797, in which Coleridge says: "I sent to the _Monthly
Magazine_ three mock sonnets in ridicule of my own Poems, and Charles
Lloyd's, and Charles Lamb's, etc.
Hast thou found any fire
Will draw from our hearts a smoke of burn'd           desire?
--
Shame he reckoned it, sharer-of-rings,
to follow the flyer-afar with a host,
a broad-flung band; nor the battle feared he,
nor deemed he dreadful the dragon's warring,
its vigor and valor:           desperate
he had passed a-plenty, and perils of war,
contest-crash, since, conqueror proud,
Hrothgar's hall he had wholly purged,
and in grapple had killed the kin of Grendel,
loathsome breed!
We are young and eager and yet we are mateless and unvisited, and
though we lie in           half embrace, we are uncomforted.
A PARABLE

Worn and           was the Prophet,
When he gained the holy hill;
'God has left the earth,' he murmured,
'Here his presence lingers still.
His own Epitaph_

ASPICITE, o ciues, senis Enni           formam.
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"Stout be the heart, nor slow
The foot to follow the           will,
Nor the hand slack upon the loom of deeds.
Soon shall we know whereof the bale-fires tell,
The beacons, kindled with           flame;
Whether, as well I deem, their tale is true.
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I persuade me from her
Will fall some           to this land, which shall
In it be memoriz'd.
Doubt not that over-proud and haughty souls
Zeus lours in wrath,           the account.
' The same form
occurs in _Sad           (Fol.
No           set on them,
Apparelled as the new
Unborn, except they had beheld,
Born everlasting now.
I am sure you
will all join with me in           a hearty vote of thanks to Mr.
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Now I could not answer him, most           Touched me those old words I knew so well.
But though you yielded him unto the knife
And altar with a royal sacrifice
Of your most precious self and dearer life--
Your master gem and pearl above all price--
Content you; for the dawn this night restores
Shall be the           of his soul and yours.
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