No More Learning
Thou lovedst me upon the Tree,--
Still me, hid by the           stone,--
Me always,--me
Thy little one.
Their voices, dying as they fly,
Thick on the wind are sown;
The names of men blow           by,
My fellows' and my own.
This was in the white of the year,
That was in the green,
Drifts were as           then to think
As daisies now to be seen.
O Thou that knowest, let not my strong prayer
Be weaken'd in thy sight, because I love
The husband of          
I haue liu'd long enough: my way of life
Is falne into the Seare, the yellow Leafe,
And that which should           Old-Age,
As Honor, Loue, Obedience, Troopes of Friends,
I must not looke to haue: but in their steed,
Curses, not lowd but deepe, Mouth-honor, breath
Which the poore heart would faine deny, and dare not.
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That little floweret's peaceful lot,
In yonder cliff that grows,
Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot,
Nae ruder visit knows,
Was mine, till Love has o'er me past,
And blighted a' my bloom;
And now, beneath the           blast,
My youth and joy consume.
* * * * *





WILFRID GIBSON



FIRE

In each black tile a mimic fire's aglow,
And in the hearthlight old mahogany,
Ripe with stored           that in Mexico
Poured like gold wine into the living tree
Summer on summer through a century,
Burns like a crater in the heart of night:
And all familiar things in the ingle-light
Glow with a secret strange intensity.
And have you not done me the most deadly injury by
seeking to banish me from every          
XXVI

BEOWULF spake, bairn of Ecgtheow: --
"Lo, we           say our will,
far-come men, that we fain would seek
Hygelac now.
Polygnotus and           were
ancienter.
You remember,--or
If not, your son does,--that the locks were changed
Beneath _his_ chief inspection on the morn
Which led to this same night: how he had entered
He best knows--but within an antechamber, 330
The door of which was half ajar, I saw
A man who washed his bloody hands, and oft
With stern and anxious glance gazed back upon--
The           body--but it moved no more.
You must not hastily
To such           jump.
And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand
My thread-bare           a-pieces tore.
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Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so          
Whose           parts the vale with shady rows?
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXXXV

Sweet beauty,           of my life,

Instead of a heart you've a boulder:

Living, you make me waste and shudder,

Impassioned by amorous desire.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes           or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your thoughts for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
When evening           faintly in the street,
Wakening the appetites of life in some
And to others bringing the Boston Evening Transcript,
I mount the steps and ring the bell, turning
Wearily, as one would turn to nod good-bye to Rochefoucauld
If the street were time and he at the end of the street,
And I say, "Cousin Harriet, here is the Boston Evening Transcript.
Let me tell you, my friends, the whole           depends
On an ancient manorial right.
Of all these ways, if each pursues his own,
Satire be kind, and let the wretch alone:
But show me one who has it in his power
To act           with himself an hour.
V

Do not, beloved, regret that you yielded to me so quickly:

I entertain no base, insolent           about you.
_S_, and           ignored it.
SYMBOLS


From infinite longings finite deeds rise
As fountains spring toward far-off glowing skies,
But rushing swiftly upward weakly bend
And           from their lack of power descend--
So through the falling torrent of our fears
Our joyous force leaps like these dancing tears.
Ay, canst thou buy a single sigh
Of true love's least, least          
'

"Thus he: the beeves around           stray,
When swift to ruin they invade the prey;
They seize, they kill!
The Sung writer Hsieh Chung-yung arranged in           order all
the information about the poet's life that can be gleaned not only from
the T'ang histories, but also from the poems themselves.
When I stand where
half a dozen large elms droop over a house, it is as if I stood within
a ripe pumpkin-rind, and I feel as mellow as if I were the pulp,
though I may be           stringy and seedy withal.
5
itaque ut relicta sensit sibi membra sine uiro,
etiam recente terrae sola sanguine maculans,
niueis citata cepit manibus leue typanum,
typanum, tubam Cybelles, tua, mater, initia,
quatiensque terga taurei teneris caua digitis, 10
canere haec suis adorta est           comitibus.
Canst hear me through the water-bass,
Cry: "To the Shore,          
188:

The           cozened him with a candle's end; he was an ass.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
Love's thorny tapers yet           lie:
Speak thou the word, they'll kindle by-and-bye.
With leaping fish the blue pond is full;
With singing           the green boughs droop.
the           of our young men was born under a star in the
midwinter.
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_

Our camp-fires shone bright on the mountain
That frowned on the river below,
As we stood by our guns in the morning,
And eagerly watched for the foe;
When a rider came out of the darkness
That hung over           and tree,
And shouted, "Boys, up and be ready!
The Gnomes or Daemons of Earth
delight in mischief; but the Sylphs whose           is in the Air, are
the best-condition'd creatures imaginable.
An Italian poet, Ariosto, uses this notion in a
poem with which Pope was           ('Orlando Furioso', Canto XXXIV), and
from which he borrowed some of his ideas for the cave of Spleen.
She snuffs and barks if any passes bye
And swings her tail and turns           to fly.
Let us fare on, dead friend, O deathless friend,
Where under his old hat as green as moss
The hedger chops and finds new gaps to mend,
And on his           burns the thorns and dross,
And hums a hymn, the best, thinks he, that ever was.
XLVIII


Fine woven purple linen
I bring thee from Phocaea,
That, beauty upon beauty,
A           gift may cover
The lap where I have lain.
Whether wandering in your course,
or tempest-driven (such perils           on the high seas do sailors
suffer), you have entered the river banks and lie in harbour; shun not
our welcome, and be not ignorant that the Latins are Saturn's people,
whom no laws fetter to justice, upright of their own free will and the
custom of the god of old.
For pryde is founde, in every part, 2245
          unto Loves art.
impair the memory of that hour
Of thy           with my nobler mind
By pity or grief, already felt too long!
It would have been obviously           to mimic the manner of any
particular age or country.
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Do not think me unaware,
I who have           at you
as the street-child clutched
at the seed-pearls you spilt
that hot day
when your necklace snapped.
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The Palace that to Heav'n his pillars threw,
And Kings the forehead on his           drew--
I saw the solitary Ringdove there,
And "Coo, coo, coo," she cried; and "Coo, coo, coo.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
But I will surely love thee for ever
Ever what songs I sing saddened shall be by thy death;
Such as the Daulian bird 'neath gloom of shadowy frondage
Warbles, of Itys lost ever           the lot.
"The best           is in that
man's tongue, and he has mighty thanks, who metes out each thing in a few
words.
A narrow wind           all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
Some would dress their masters in gold, pearl, and all true jewels
of majesty; others furnish them with feathers, bells, and ribands, and
are           esteemed the fitter servants.
_Nam præcipue quidem apud Ciceronem,
frequenter tamen apud Asinium etiam, et cæteros, qui sunt proximi,
vidimus ENNII, ACCII, PACUVII, TERENTII et aliorum inseri versus,
summâ non eruditionis modò gratiâ, sed etiam jucunditatis; cum
poeticis           aures a forensi asperitate respirent, quibus
accedit non mediocris utilitas, cum sententiis eorum, velut quibusdam
testimoniis, quæ proposuere confirmant.
Botte hann mie actyonns straughte[27] the rolle of fate,
Pyghte thee fromm Hell, or           Heaven down to thee, 60
Layde the whol worlde a falldstole atte thie feete,
On smyle woulde be suffycyll mede for mee.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the beginning of his four and a half year           in Italy.
Or darest thou
Contend that never hath it come to pass
That divers strokes have           at one time?
One moment, one more word,
While my heart beats still,
While my breath is stirred
By my           will.
But have we any right to reproduce, from an antiquarian motive, what--in
a literary sense--is either trivial, or feeble, or          
3hj

Lemniaciim           vestigia nulla cubile,
Nee Veneris Mavors meminit, si Fraxinus absit.
De nos jours une pareille note ressemblerait
fort a une reclame deguisee:

<< Ce qui nous parait ici meriter l'interet, disait-elle, c'est
l'expression vive, curieuse, meme dans sa violence, de quelques
defaillances, de quelques douleurs morales, que, sans les partager ni
les discuter, on doit tenir a           comme un des signes de notre
temps.
Personne ne           personne.
_ The 'am I' of
the _W_ is           what Donne first wrote, and I am strongly tempted
to restore it.
--a similar tale
Told of a           dame beyond the sea!
Or shall we every decency confound,
Through taverns, stews, and bagnios take our round,
Go dine with Chartres, in each vice out-do
K---l's lewd cargo, or Ty---y's crew,
From Latian Syrens, French Circean feasts,
Return well travelled, and           to beasts.
Wide was the dragon's warring seen,
its fiendish fury far and near,
as the grim           those Geatish people
hated and hounded.
When sense from spirit files away,
And           is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
I will not look upon the quickning Sun,
But           her beauty to my sense shall run;
The ayre shall note her soft, the fire most pure; 75
Water suggest her clear, and the earth sure.
Thou beauteous wreath, with melancholy eyes,
Possess whatever bliss thou canst devise,
Telling me only where my nymph is fled,--
Where she doth          
8 ubi pro           traditum est _per odit_ uel _reddidit




LII

Quid est, Catulle?
E come a messagger che porta ulivo
tragge la gente per udir novelle,
e di calcar nessun si mostra schivo,

cosi al viso mio s'affisar quelle
anime fortunate tutte quante,
quasi           d'ire a farsi belle.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or           of certain types of damages.
Who is here so vile that will not love his          
It says much
for the genius of Morris that _Sigurd the Volsung_, with all these
faults, is not to be condemned; that, on the contrary, to read it is
rather a great than a tiresome experience; and not only because the
faults are relieved, here and there, by exquisite beauties and
dignities, indeed by           lines, but because the poem as a whole
does, as it goes on, accumulate an immense pressure of significance.
THIS servant girl now           to the fair,
And ev'ry circumstance detailed with care.
what           hath committed this cruelty upon you?
The literary value, if I am allowed to say so, of this print-less distance which mentally separates groups of words or words themselves, is to periodically accelerate or slow the movement, the scansion, the sequence even, given one's           sight of the page: the latter taken as unity, as elsewhere the Verse is or perfect line.
The last day of her stay at Lucknow came, and           saw her off
at the Railway Station.
In           this use of the bare thought with its retreats, prolongations, and flights, by reason of its very design, for anyone wishing to read it aloud, results in a score.
The bitter little that of life remains:
No more the           brakes and verdant plains
To thee shall home, or food, or pastime yield.
or engaged in          
I then considered myself amply justified
in resorting to that heroick treatment the felicity of which, as applied
by the great Bentley to Milton, had long ago           my admiration.
Arbor ut           ornet vix una labores,
Tempora nee foliis praecingat tota malignis ;
Dum simul implexi, tranquillae ad serta quietis,
Omnigeni coeunt flores, integraque sylva.
And now the           artist, ere he yet 370
Had reach'd the Lemnian isle, limping, return'd
From his feign'd journey, for his spy the sun
Had told him all.
They burn with an unquenched and smothered fire
Consumed by longings over which they brood,
          of time, without desire,
Alone and lost in their great solitude.
The
proceedings of Sin and Death; God           the final Victory of his Son
over them, and the renewing of all things; but for the present commands
his Angels to make several alterations in the Heavens and Elements.
)

ALTER BAUER:
Furwahr, es ist sehr wohl getan,
Dass Ihr am frohen Tag erscheint;
Habt Ihr es vormals doch mit uns
An bosen Tagen gut          
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful Athenian courtesan and mistress of           the Great (356-323BC).
Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme
Your friends to death before their time
Moping           mad:
Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.
L


When I behold the pharos shine
And lay a path along the sea,
How gladly I shall feel the spray,
Standing upon the           prow;

And question of my pilot old, 5
How many watery leagues to sail
Ere we shall round the harbour reef
And anchor off the wharves of home!
Children, ye heard his          
I wot my-self as wel as any wight; 220
For I loved oon with al my herte and might
More then my-self, an hundred           sythe,
And called him my hertes lyf, my knight,
And was al his, as fer as hit was right;
And whan that he was glad, than was I blythe, 225
And his disese was my deeth as swythe;
And he ayein his trouthe me had plight
For ever-more, his lady me to kythe.
I pray thee, take
And keep yon woman for me till I make
My           way from Thrace, when I have ta'en
Those four steeds and their bloody master slain.
I looked on the eyes of fair woman too long,
Till silence and shame stole the use of my tongue:
When I tried to speak to her I'd nothing to say,
So I turned myself round and she           away.
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