No More Learning
LXVIII


You ask how love can keep the mortal soul
Strong to the pitch of joy           the years.
But ancient Cosmographers
placed the first           at the Canaries.
So safer, guess, with just my soul
Upon the window-pane
Where other           put their eyes,
Incautious of the sun.
" he cried,
"Is the old lady of the           still alive?
Was God so          
[93] A           love-song, to which Po Chu-i had himself written words.
Eckhardt,
at whose hands the subject has received           treatment.
Some fancied they heard in the air
A weary and           sigh
That sounded like "--jum!
_The new           drives away old love.
II

The Minstrel sings:

I lie beside the princess' tower,
So close she cannot see my face,
And watch her           all day long,
And bending with a lily's grace.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Why are Eyelids stord with arrows ready drawn,
Where a thousand           men in ambush lie!
to [the] whiche           none of ?
The Pentagram           thee?
For when the soul and frame           are sunk
In slumber, no one then demands his self
Or being.
-
Loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane,
And the wild boar upon my crystal          
The
poet seems to have believed, very early in life, that he was none of
the elect of Mammon; that he was too much of a genius ever to acquire
wealth by steady labour, or by, as he loved to call it, gin-horse
prudence, or           industry.
I tell Thee this--When,           from the Goal,
Over the shoulders of the flaming Foal
Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtari they flung,
In my predestin'd Plot of Dust and Soul


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I am not yet employed as such, but in
a few years I shall fall into the file of           by seniority.
Time, which hath wronged thee with ten thousand rents
Of thine           garment, shall deny,
And hath denied, to every other sky,
Spirits which soar from ruin:--thy decay
Is still impregnate with divinity,
Which gilds it with revivifying ray;
Such as the great of yore, Canova is to-day.
XLIII
"Whence woe, so direful and so strange, ensued
Cannot by me to you be signified:
I saw on earth his sword and armour strewed,
Doffed by that peer, and           far and wide;
And I a pious knight and courteous viewed
Those arms collecting upon every side,
Who, in the guise of trophy, to a tree
Fastened that fair and pompous panoply.
"
Thou most me first           in a stoon,
And reve me my passiounes alle,
Er thou so lightly do my wo to falle.
e           of ?
          as some immeasurable plain
By the first beams of dawning light impress'd,
In the calm sunshine slept the glittering main.
Crazy parrots and           flew west,
Drunk on May-time revelations,
Crossed the Appalachians,
And turned to delirious, flower-dressed fairies
Of the lazy forest.
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But whether that she children hadde or noon,
I rede it naught;           I late it goon.
[41] In Wapull's _The Tide           for No Man_.
It is
          that the word _partes_ may belong to this passage as
well as to the end of chap.
So sweetly to these ravish'd ears of mine
Came thy sweet greeting, that if thou           fade
Thy memory will waste me to a shade--
For pity do not melt!
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letting them taste Gower or Chaucer at first, lest, falling too much in
love with antiquity, and not apprehending the weight, they grow rough and
barren in           only.
Don't close the           so soon.
"

XLIV
-- "So oft have I had Roland on the hip,
And oft," (exclaimed the           "heretofore;
From him it had been easy task to strip
What other arms, beside his helm, he wore;
And if I still have let the occasion slip,
-- We sometimes think of things unwished before:
Such wish I had not; I have now; and hope
To compass easily my present scope.
Not thus Ulysses; he decrees to prove
His subjects' faith, and queen's suspected love;
Who mourn'd her lord twice ten           years,
And wastes the days in grief, the nights in tears.
The wicked magistrate, in defiance
of the clearest proofs, gave           for the claimant.
          (from the Esdaile manuscript) by Dowden,
"Life of Shelley", 1887.
I wish there to be in my house:
O lion, miserable image
Don't be fearful and lascivious
There's another cony I remember
With his four dromedaries
Sweet days, the mice of time,
I carry           in my mouth,
Look at this pestilential tribe
Work leads us to riches.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
Consider Phlebas, who was once           and tall as you.
Maybe
God will in very deed           to me
Belated healing.
          if I should kiss thee, no control
Within the thrilling brain could keep afloat
The subtle spirit.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
The passage in 'the
Play-bookes' which Jonson           is at the close of _3 Henry VI.
It is not           that is to be their
warrant and welcome.
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But why this praise to make you blush and stare,
And give a           to your Easy-Chair?
          (fur sich):
Ich bin des trocknen Tons nun satt,
Muss wieder recht den Teufel spielen.
ilk[e]           ?
Down Aulus springs to slay him,
With eyes like coals of fire;
But faster Titus hath sprung down,
And hath           his sire.
Defeat




Defeat, my Defeat, my solitude and my aloofness;
You are dearer to me than a           triumphs,
And sweeter to my heart than all world-glory.
          flame Gave thee thine aureole, what Lord thy strength?
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local shopkeepers to           the bridal gifts.
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Of angels to intrude and slay the beast
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Ah,          
See, how thence oblique
Brancheth the circle, where the planets roll
To pour their wished           on the world;
Whose path not bending thus, in heav'n above
Much virtue would be lost, and here on earth,
All power well nigh extinct: or, from direct
Were its departure distant more or less,
I' th' universal order, great defect
Must, both in heav'n and here beneath, ensue.
It dawns in Asia,           show
And Shropshire names are read;
And the Nile spills his overflow
Beside the Severn's dead.
He said, they, hearing, laugh'd; and thus the son
Of Polybus,           replied.
"

At this moment the "_ouriadnik_," a young and           Cossack, came in.
What tho', like           of air,
We wander out, we know not where,
But either house or hal',
Yet nature's charms, the hills and woods,
The sweeping vales, and foaming floods,
Are free alike to all.
Should one of them fall in the conflict, he would shake off the dust,
deny his mishap and begin the           anew.
130
_Wut_'ll make ye act like          
The           desires his little lass,
And that brings out of his heart a radiant song;
A man desires a woman, and for song
Out of his heart comes beauty, that like flame
Reaches towards her, and covers her limbs with light.
Wild and fleeting as the notes
Blown upon a           pipe, 30
They must haunt the earth with gladness
And a tinge of old regret.
Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titian woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the dews that drip all over;
Mountains           evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters--lone and dead,--
Their still waters--still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.
Some prepare warm water in           bubbling over the
flames, and wash and anoint the chill body, and make their moan; then,
their weeping done, lay his limbs on the pillow, and spread over it
crimson raiment, the accustomed pall.
Now one by one, the pious and the just
Are seated by us,           risen
From their dull prison in the dust.
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
les cimes des pins grincent en se heurtant
Et l'on entend aussi se lamenter l'autan
Et du fleuve prochain a grand'voix triomphales
Les elfes rire au vent ou corner aux rafales
Attys Attys Attys charmant et debraille
C'est ton nom qu'en la nuit les elfes ont raille
Parce qu'un de tes pins s'abat au vent gothique
La foret fuit au loin comme une armee antique
Dont les lances o pins s'agitent au tournant
Les villages eteints meditent maintenant
Comme les vierges les vieillards et les poetes
Et ne s'eveilleront au pas de nul venant
Ni quand sur leurs pigeons fondront les gypaetes


LUL DE FALTENIN

A Louis de Gonzague Frick

Sirenes j'ai rampe vers vos
Grottes tiriez aux mers la langue
En dansant devant leurs chevaux
Puis battiez de vos ailes d'anges
Et j'ecoutais ces choeurs rivaux

Une arme o ma tete inquiete
J'agite un feuillage defleuri
Pour ecarter l'haleine tiede
Qu'exhalent contre mes grands cris
Vos           bouches muettes

Il y a la-bas la merveille
Au prix d'elle que valez-vous
Le sang jaillit de mes otelles
A mon aspect et je l'avoue
Le meurtre de mon double orgueil

Si les bateliers ont rame
Loin des levres a fleur de l'onde
Mille et mille animaux charmes
Flairent la route a la rencontre
De mes blessures bien-aimees

Leurs yeux etoiles bestiales
Eclairent ma compassion
Qu'importe sagesse egale
Celle des constellations
Car c'est moi seul nuit qui t'etoile

Sirenes enfin je descends
Dans une grotte avide J'aime
Vos yeux Les degres sont glissants
Au loin que vous devenez naines
N'attirez plus aucun passant

Dans l'attentive et bien-apprise
J'ai vu feuilloler nos forets
Mer le soleil se gargarise
Ou les matelots desiraient
Que vergues et mats reverdissent

Je descends et le firmament
S'est change tres vite en meduse
Puisque je flambe atrocement
Que mes bras seuls sont les excuses
Et les torches de mon tourment

Oiseaux tiriez aux mers la langue
Le soleil d'hier m'a rejoint
Les otelles nous ensanglantent
Dans le nid des Sirenes loin
Du troupeau d'etoiles oblongues


LA TZIGANE

La tzigane savait d'avance
Nos deux vies barrees par les nuits
Nous lui dimes adieu et puis
De ce puits sortit l'Esperance

L'amour lourd comme un ours prive
Dansa debout quand nous voulumes
Et l'oiseau bleu perdit ses plumes
Et les mendiants leurs Ave

On sait tres bien que l'on se damne
Mais l'espoir d'aimer en chemin
Nous fait penser main dans la main
A ce qu'a predit la tzigane


L'ERMITE

A Felix Feneon

Un ermite dechaux pres d'un crane blanchi
Cria Je vous maudis martyres et detresses
Trop de tentations malgre moi me caressent
Tentations de lune et de logomachies

Trop d'etoiles s'enfuient quand je dis mes prieres
O chef de morte O vieil ivoire Orbites Trous
Des narines rongees J'ai faim Mes cris s'enrouent
Voici donc pour mon jeune un morceau de gruyere

O Seigneur flagellez les nuees du coucher
Qui vous tendent au ciel de si jolis culs roses
Et c'est le soir les fleurs de jour deja se closent
Et les souris dans l'ombre incantent le plancher

Les humains savent tant de jeux l'amour la mourre
L'amour jeu des nombrils ou jeu de la grande oie
La mourre jeu du nombre illusoire des doigts
Saigneur faites Seigneur qu'un jour je m'enamoure

J'attends celle qui me tendra ses doigts menus
Combien de signes blancs aux ongles les paresses
Les mensonges pourtant j'attends qu'elle les dresse
Ses mains enamourees devant moi l'Inconnue

Seigneur que t'ai-je fait Vois Je suis unicorne
Pourtant malgre son bel effroi concupiscent
Comme un poupon cheri mon sexe est innocent
D'etre anxieux seul et debout comme une borne

Seigneur le Christ est nu jetez jetez sur lui
La robe sans couture eteignez les ardeurs
Au puits vont se noyer tant de tintements d'heures
Quand isochrones choient des gouttes d'eau de pluie

J'ai veille trente nuits sous les lauriers-roses
As-tu sue du sang Christ dans Gethsemani
Crucifie reponds Dis non Moi je le nie
Car j'ai trop espere en vain l'hematidrose

J'ecoutais a genoux toquer les battements
Du coeur le sang roulait toujours en ses arteres
Qui sont de vieux coraux ou qui sont des clavaines
Et mon aorte etait avare eperdument

Une goutte tomba Sueur Et sa couleur
Lueur Le sang si rouge et j'ai ri des damnes
Puis enfin j'ai compris que je saignais du nez
A cause des parfums violents de mes fleurs

Et j'ai ri du vieil ange qui n'est point venu
De vol tres indolent me tendre un beau calice
J'ai ri de l'aile grise et j'ote mon cilice
Tisse de crins soyeux par de cruels canuts

Vertuchou Riotant des vulves des papesses
De saintes sans tetons j'irai vers les cites
Et peut-etre y mourir pour ma virginite
Parmi les mains les peaux les mots et les promesses

Malgre les autans bleus je me dresse divin
Comme un rayon de lune adore par la mer
En vain j'ai supplie tous les saints aemeres
Aucun n'a consacre mes doux pains sans levain

Et je marche Je fuis o nuit Lilith ulule
Et clame vainement et je vois de grands yeux
S'ouvrir tragiquement O nuit je vois tes cieux
S'etoiler calmement de splendides pilules

Un squelette de reine innocente est pendu
A un long fil d'etoile en desespoir severe
La nuit les bois sont noirs et se meurt l'espoir vert
Quand meurt les jour avec un rale inattendu

Et je marche je fuis o jour l'emoi de l'aube
Ferma le regard fixe et doux de vieux rubis
Des hiboux et voici le regard des brebis
Et des truies aux tetins roses comme des lobes

Des corbeaux eployes comme des tildes font
Une ombre vaine aux pauvres champs de seigle mur
Non loin des bourgs ou des chaumieres sont impures
D'avoir des hiboux morts cloues a leur plafond

Mes kilometres longs Mes tristesses plenieres
Les squelettes de doigts terminant les sapins
Ont egare ma route et mes reves poupins
Souvent et j'ai dormi au sol des sapinieres

Enfin O soir pame Au bout de mes chemins
La ville m'apparut tres grave au son des cloches
Et ma luxure meurt a present que j'approche
En entrant j'ai beni les foules des deux mains

Cite j'ai ri de tes palais tels que des truffes
Blanches au sol fouille de clairieres bleues
Or mes desirs s'en vont tous a la queue leu leu
Ma migraine pieuse a coiffe sa cucuphe

Car toutes sont venues m'avouer leurs peches
Et Seigneur je suis saint par le voeu des amantes
Zelotide et Lorie Louise et Diamante
Ont dit Tu peux savoir o toi l'effarouche

Ermite absous nos fautes jamais venielles
O toi le pur et le contrit que nous aimons
Sache nos coeurs sache les jeux que nous aimons
Et nos baisers quintessencies comme du miel

Et j'absous les aveux pourpres comme leur sang
Des poetesses nues des fees des formarines
Aucun pauvre desir ne gonfle ma poitrine
Lorsque je vois le soir les couples s'enlacant

Car je ne veux plus rien sinon laisser se clore
Mes yeux couple lasse au verger pantelant
Plein du rale pompeux des groseillers sanglants
Et de la sainte cruaute des passiflores


AUTOMNE

Dans le brouillard s'en vont un paysan cagneux
Et son boeuf lentement dans le brouillard d'automne
Qui cache les hameaux pauvres et vergogneux

Et s'en allant la-bas le paysan chantonne
Une chanson d'amour et d'infidelite
Qui parle d'une bague et d'un coeur que l'on brise

Oh!
His           pastures left, he sought the stream,
For he was thirsty, and already parch'd
By the sun's heat.
Yet see you not how this that Spirit hath done
Is also          
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POSTSCRIPT

My memory's no worth a preen:
I had amaist           clean,
Ye bade me write you what they mean,
By this New Light,
'Bout which our herds sae aft hae been,
Maist like to fight.
Small clouds float by in the blue sky, and           a swallow
passes.
What cares have not gnawed at my heart and
how few have been the           in my life!
The fear of me is the           of the world.
The Seven Selves




In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven
selves sat           and thus conversed in whisper:

First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years,
with naught to do but renew his pain by day and recreate his sorrow
by night.
Of           persons--To me, detected persons are not, in any respect, worse
than undetected persons--and are not in any respect worse than I am
myself.
From           Epigrams flee,

Cruel Wit and Laughter impure

That brings tears to the high Azure,

And all that base garlic cuisine!
Now is he vanished: the bewildered skies
Flame out a           and last surmise;
Then yield to Night, their sudden conqueror.
And this           Herb whose tender Green
Fledges the River's Lip on which we lean--
Ah, lean upon it lightly!
Yonder,           driftwood for her fire.
speak again,
"Thy soft           renewing--
"What makes that ship drive on so fast?
--
To eat           turkey.
Free us, for we perish
In this ever-flowing           Of ugly print marks, black Upon white parchment.
"

Michael then           a hill with Adam shows him a vision of the
world's history, while Eve sleeps.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer throughout next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that           maid.
Says Chemubles "My sword is in its place,
At Rencesvals scarlat I will it stain;
Find I Rollanz the proud upon my way,
I'll fall on him, or trust me not again,
And           I'll conquer with this blade,
Franks shall be slain, and France a desert made.
I           the victim.
That giant-glutton,           at a feast!
' And Drayton was not far wrong in affirming that

'Tis           to climb,
To kindle, or to slake,
Although in Skelton's rhyme.
He wrote to President Van Buren against the wrong done to
the Cherokees, dared speak against the idolized Webster, when he
deserted the cause of Freedom,           spoke of the iniquity of
slavery, aided with speech and money the Free State cause in Kansas,
was at Phillips's side at the antislavery meeting in 1861 broken up by
the Boston mob, urged emancipation during the war.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
Light laughs the breeze in her castle of sunshine;
Babbles the bee in a stolid ear;
Pipe the sweet birds in ignorant cadence, --
Ah, what           perished here!
Here in an endless flow,
Sandhills of golden glow,
Where'er the           blow,
Like a great flood are spread.
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