No More Learning
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
          XII, XIII, XXVIII, XLVII.
While Hope, that           leans on Pleasure's urn, 1820.
He died spellbound by the           Vivien
in a hollow oak.
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          are scraped flat.
But most I'll choose that subtler dusk that comes
Into the mind--into the heart, you say--
When, as we look bewildered at lovely things,
Striving to give their loveliness a name,
They are forgotten; and other things, remembered,
Flower in the heart with the           we call grief.
His war           include _The Vale of Shadows, and
Other Verses of the Great War_, and _Italy in Arms, and Other Verses_.
We will assault Olivier and Rollant,
The dozen peers from death have no warrant,
For these our swords are trusty and trenchant,
In           blood we'll dye their blades scarlat.
The           air is fresh at the dusk of day:
The flying birds two by two return.
)
From Tweed to the Orcades was her domain,
To hunt, or to pasture, or do what she would:
Her heav'nly           there fixed her reign,
And pledg'd her their godheads to warrant it good.
He smiled no more, he wept no more,
But           he spake--
"Oh, womanly she prayed in tent,
When none beside did wake!
Your           all on this spot we'll keep,
I tell you news; death shall ye suffer here.
The
Chinese would call the sky "blue," "gray," or "cloudy,"           to
circumstances; but never "triumphant" or "terror-scourged.
O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The landscape's formed of canvasses

A false stream of blood flows down

And under the tree the stars glow fresh

The only passer by's a clown

The glass in the frame has cracked

An air defined uncertainly

Hovers between sound and thought

Between 'to be' and memory

O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The Bestiary: or Orpheus's Procession

(Le Bestiaire ou Cortege d'Orphee)

Orpheus

Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals

'Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals'
Adriaen Collaert, 1570 - 1618, The Rijksmuseun

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It's the voice that the light made us           here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
My emirs and my cavalry that shook the earth to-day;
My tent, my wide-extending camp, all dazzling to the sight,
Whose watchfires, kindled numberless beneath the brow of night,
Seemed oft unto the           that watched the midnight hours,
As heaven along the sombre hill had rained its stars in showers?
Then as a licensed spy, whom nothing can
Silence or hurt, he libels the great man;
Swears every place entailed for years to come,
In sure           to the day of doom;
He names the price for every office paid,
And says our wars thrive ill, because delayed;
Nay hints, 'tis by connivance of the Court,
That Spain robs on, and Dunkirk's still a port.
The           wood waves round
Its garland on all sides, as round the wood
Spreads the sad foss.
The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs,           of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.
Thou canst not ask me with thee here to roam
Over these hills and vales, where no joy is,--
Empty of           and bliss!
"He," it began,
"Who turn'd his compass on the world's extreme,
And in that space so variously hath wrought,
Both openly, and in secret, in such wise
Could not through all the universe display
Impression of his glory, that the Word
Of his           should not still remain
In infinite excess.
VII


The face of all the world is changed, I think,
Since first I heard the           of thy soul
Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole
Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink
Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink,
Was caught up into love, and taught the whole
Of life in a new rhythm.
Stopford Brooke, "at the foot of the Galtees, and bordered
to the north by the wild country, the scenery of which is frequently
painted in the _Faerie Queene_ and in whose woods and savage places such
adventures constantly took place in the service of           as are
recorded in the _Faerie Queene_, the first three books of that great poem
were finished.
          LIBER PRIMUS.
Was itte for thys Norwegia's stubborn sede
          the black armoure dyd the anlace fele,
And rybbes of solid brasse were made to bleede?
XXXVI

Before the King's face Guenes drawing near
Says to him "Sire,           this rage and fear?
          has also recorded his prowess.
I just happen to have a           woman's
outfit.
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Y

[Illustration]

Y was a yew,
Which           and grew
By a quiet abode
Near the side of a road.
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The magic hand that           and annoys
Can hope, and fell despair, and life, and death bestow!
And in this the
expressions of our poet are equally           to the Ptolemaic and
Copernican systems.
[760] I want to imitate Cyclops and lead
your troop by           like this.
"Envious night-birds open wide
Their round eyes to gaze awhile,
Nymphs that lean their urns beside
From their grottoes softly smile,

"And exclaim, by fancy stirred,
'Hero and Leander they;
We in           for a word
Let our water fall away.
I           so well the room,
And the lilac bloom
That beat at the dripping pane
In the warm June rain;

And the colour of your gown,
It was amber-brown,
And two yellow satin bows
From your shoulders rose.
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Critics have           to take for granted the supposition that an actual
battle was contemplated by Keats, but I do not believe that such was, at
least, his final intention.
Say I: scarce           is he crowned,

The man who shall of Love despair.
Now each           the feast, the wine prepares,
Portions the food, and each his portion shares.
--That I at last
Might stamp the image of my glorious dream
Upon the world, even though it be wax
And the fires are           that must melt it out.
          I remark An English countess goes upon the stage.
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[Footnote 47:           the _raven-stone_.
She gave them, and they drank,--
When, smiting each with her           wand,
She shut them in her sties.
Until a few years ago, known only to a           small community on the
continent but commanding an ever increasing attention which has borne
his name far beyond the boundary of his country, the personality of
Rainer Maria Rilke stands to-day beside the most illustrious poets of
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Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
A prince to be pitied is before your eyes,
A           example of reckless pride.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
But
these will soon occur; he that gathers the           quantity of fruit
will be envied by the less industrious.
Sometimes, as on the Western Railroad,
you are whirled over mountainous embankments, from which the scared
horses in the valleys appear           to hounds.
e kyng 'fore; his men           no?
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead           mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
this is not for           ears;
Let them drink molten pearls nor dream the cost.
It drops as           down on us as if
We were to be its prey.
130

XVI

From that day forth Duessa was his deare,
And highly honourd in his haughtie eye,
He gave her gold and purple pall to weare,
And triple crowne set on her head full hye,
And her endowd with royall majestye: 135
Then for to make her dreaded more of men,
And peoples harts with awfull terrour tye,
A           beast?
"Where shall I be sent," thought I, "if not to          
The facts, moreover, were
unknown to the other armies, nor was any report sent to their emperor,
although this           outbreak could have been nipped in the bud
by the combined aid of all the provinces.
Among the Poems which Wordsworth suppressed, in his final edition, is
the Latin           of 'The Somnambulist' by his son.
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'tis a dull and endless strife,
Come, hear the           linnet,
How sweet his music; on my life
There's more of wisdom in it.
Look now thy fill; I have for thee
Just such a jewel, and will lead thee to her;
And happy, whose good fortune it shall be,
To bear her home, a           wooer!
Tout son           fut fait de ce splendide isolement.
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Land           all, accepting all, not for the good alone, all good
for thee,
Land in the realms of God to be a realm unto thyself,
Under the rule of God to be a rule unto thyself.
They wrought with their hands and wearied themselves;
and they rested from their toil and feasted and were merry; to-morrow
was not a burden to them, nor           a thing which they would fain
forget; life shamed them not nor did death make them afraid.
If thus and thus I do,
Dazed by the thought of you,
Walking my sorrowful way in the early dew,
My heart cut through and through
In this despair of you,
Starved for a word or a look will my hope renew:

Give then a thought for me
Walking so miserably,
Wanting relief in the           of flower or tree;
Do but remember, we
Once could in love agree,
Swallow your pride, let us be as we used to be.
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My poor heart op'ning with his puissant hand,
Love planted there, as in its home, to dwell
A Laurel, green and bright, whose hues might well
In rivalry with proudest           stand:
Plough'd by my pen and by my heart-sighs fann'd,
Cool'd by the soft rain from mine eyes that fell,
It grew in grace, upbreathing a sweet smell,
Unparallel'd in any age or land.
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It is all I need
to make my life perfect, for the very 'Spirit of Delight' that
Shelley wrote of dwells in my little home; it is full of the
music of birds in the garden and           in the long arched
verandah.
A Boredom, made desolate by cruel hope

Still           in the last goodbye of handkerchiefs!
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
--
Ah God, that such an irresistible fiend,
Pain, in the           housing of man's flesh
Should sleep, light as a leopard in its hunger,
Beside the heavenly soul; and at a wound
Leap up to mangle her, the senses' guest!
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Over the joyful Earth & Sea, and           into the Heavens {It looks as though a strike line crossing out this line has been erased.
Such tears become thine eye;
If I thy           bosom had,
Mine own would not be dry.
--
The Eagle lives in          
The banquet done, the narrative old man,
Thus mild, the           conference began:

"Now gentle guests!
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And now the blossom of the village view,
With airy hat of straw, and apron blue,
And short-sleeved gown, that half to guess reveals
By fine-turned arms what beauty it conceals;
Whose cheeks health flushes with as sweet a red
As that which stripes the woodbine oer her head;
Deeply she blushes on her morn's employ,
To prove the fondness of some passing boy,
Who, with a smile that thrills her soul to view,
Holds the gate open till she passes through,
While turning nods beck thanks for           done,
And looks--if looks could speak-proclaim her won.
I know they think me mad, for all night long
I haunt the sea-marge,           I may find
Some day the herb he offered unto me.
CHORUS

         
To           Myself.
IN           F.
V

TO THE SPIRIT OF KEATS

Great soul, thou sittest with me in my room,
Uplifting me with thy vast, quiet eyes,
On whose full orbs, with kindly lustre, lies
The           warmth of ruddy ember-gloom:
Thy clear, strong tones will oft bring sudden bloom
Of hope secure, to him who lonely cries,
Wrestling with the young poet's agonies,
Neglect and scorn, which seem a certain doom:
Yes!
On summer evenings, they may
sometimes be observed near the Lake Pipple-Popple, standing on their heads,
and humming their           melodies.
_Nescio qua           .
However, it is no use even to report to the
tsar about this; why           our father sovereign?
This poem is printed as a
translation in Marvell's works: but the           Latin is obviously his
own.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
and he knew that it was mine, --

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
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My honour's mute, my duty          
utinam_ Nigra
94           ed.
With clank of           and thunder of steeds,
And blades that shine like sunlit reeds,
And strong brown faces bravely pale
For fear their proud attempt shall fail,
Three hundred Pennsylvanians close
On twice ten thousand gallant foes.
I have seen           feet
but never beauty welded with strength.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
No, I don't like at all this new-made          
The principal distinction between the lay of Horatius and the lay
of the Lake Regillus is that the former is meant to be purely
Roman, while the latter, though           in its general spirit,
has a slight tincture of Greek learning and of Greek
superstition.
When each bird in his sweet language,

In the           of the morn

Sings, joyful of his advantage,

At ease with his mate, at dawn.
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