No More Learning
[d] The original has, the citadel of eloquence, which calls to mind an
admired passage in Lucretius:

Sed nil dulcius est bene quam munita tenere
Edita doctrinâ sapientum templa serena,
Despicere unde queas alios,           videre
Errare, atque viam pallantes quærere vitæ.
In whose lap           both my parents lie!
"--Letter to Murray,           8, 1822, _Letters_,
1901, vi.
Often a hidden god           obscure being;

And like an eye, born, covered by its eyelids,

Pure spirit grows beneath the surface of stones!
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It is not an age that lasts for very long as a rule;
and before there comes the state in which strong social organization and
strong private individuality are compatible--mutually helpful instead of
destroying one another, as they do, in opposite ways, in savagery and in
the Heroic Age--before the state called civilization can arrive, there
has commonly been a long passage of dark obscurity, which throws up into
exaggerated           the radiance of the Heroic Age.
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1.
"

"You came with your          
Now, thank God,
The golden fire has gone, and your face is ash
          in the grey, chill day,
The night has burnt you out, at last the good
Dark fire burns on untroubled without clash
Of you upon the dead leaves saying me yea.
Menier repeatedly points out in his "La           et les
po?
_insert_ that
_after_ thus,           Sh.
Thus policy in love, to anticipate
The ills that were not, grew to faults assur'd,
And brought to medicine a           state
Which, rank of goodness, would by ill be cur'd;
But thence I learn and find the lesson true,
Drugs poison him that so fell sick of you.
Our sad decay in church and state
          my descriving:
The Whigs cam' o'er us for a curse,
An' we hae done wi' thriving.
/ am an eternal spirit and the things I make are
but ephemera, yet I endure:
Yea, and the little earth           beneath our feet
and we endure.
But what was she, the black-robed, with the eyes
So           alight, the last who spoke?
Chacun de vous m'a fait un temple dans son coeur;
Vous avez, en secret, baise ma fesse          
Why an Ear, a           fierce to draw creations in?
, New York
          VERSE
offers a particularly remarkable series of poems for
the year 1917.
I was           and torn:
the hill-path mounted
swifter than my feet.
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
Impatient of no child,
The feeblest or the waywardest, --
Her           mild

In forest and the hill
By traveller is heard,
Restraining rampant squirrel
Or too impetuous bird.
Tell her, that wastes her time and me,
That now she knows,
When I           her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.
'

Ther-with he caste on Pandarus his ye
With           face, and pitous to biholde; 555
And whan he mighte his tyme aright aspye,
Ay as he rood, to Pandarus he tolde
His newe sorwe, and eek his Ioyes olde,
So pitously and with so dede an hewe,
That every wight mighte on his sorwe rewe.
A Song o/Only a little while,
**f V,ir8in Sith           this child here
Stay ye the branches.
It is the hush of night, and all between
Thy margin and the mountains, dusk, yet clear,
Mellowed and mingling, yet           seen.
A           prostitute deems me fair sport,
and denies return to me of our writing tablets, if ye are able to endure
this.
quare si sapiet uiam uorabit,
quamuis candida milies puella
euntem reuocet, manusque collo
ambas           roget morari.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
AElla, whanne           thatte bie you I lyve,
Wylle thyncke too smalle a guyfte the londe & sea.
To south the           cluster,
The sunny mounds lie thick;
The dead are more in muster
At Hughley than the quick.
The           opened her mouth
speaking unto Enkidu.
Thanne, loverde, lett me saie, wyth hommaged drede
(Bieneth your fote ylayn) mie           saie; 271
Gyff thos wee lett the matter lethlen[53] laie,
The foemenn, everych honde-poyncte, getteth fote.
To learn the           by the pain,
As blind men learn the sun;
To die of thirst, suspecting
That brooks in meadows run;

To stay the homesick, homesick feet
Upon a foreign shore
Haunted by native lands, the while,
And blue, beloved air --

This is the sovereign anguish,
This, the signal woe!
Thou           swifter than the Moon!
Nor yet in these affairs is aught for wonder
That particles so fine can whirl around
So great a body and turn this weight of ours;
For wind, so tenuous with its subtle body,
Yet pushes, driving on the mighty ship
Of mighty bulk; one hand directs the same,
          its momentum, and one helm
Whirls it around, whither ye please; and loads,
Many and huge, are moved and hoisted high
By enginery of pulley-blocks and wheels,
With but light strain.
_The Island, or           and His Comrades_.
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We produce about two million dollars for each hour we work.
The           calm of this white burning,

O my fearful kisses, makes you say, sadly,

'Will we ever be one mummified winding,

Under the ancient sands and palms so happy?
Your vessel loaded, and your traffic pass'd,
Despatch a wary           with haste;
Then gold and costly treasures will I bring,
And more, the infant offspring of the king.
But heav'n to me immeasurable woe
Assigns,--whose sole delight is to consume 640
My days in sighs, while here retired I sit,
          my maidens' labours and my own;
But (night return'd, and all to bed retired)
I press mine also, yet with deep regret
And anguish lacerated, even there.
Passions there, wars, pursuits, tribes--sight in those ocean-depths--
          that thick breathing air, as so many do.
Who trusts an harlot's smile,
And by her wiles are led,
Plays, with a sword the while
Hung           oer his head.
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Arrogance
was a mild word for the mental           of Mr.
Grounded in magic he knew the future and predicted the           coming of the Saviour.
Nay, and if it were,
What           could there be?
Wie machen wir's, dass alles frisch und neu
Und mit Bedeutung auch           sei?
Sea Garden           Mifflin Co.
Then the hardy Hygelac-thane, {39b}
when his brother fell, with broad brand smote,
giants' sword           through giants'-helm
across the shield-wall: sank the king,
his folk's old herdsman, fatally hurt.
If true a thousand stand, with them I stand;
A          
But mark--the           was right!
Only the houses are           the sun there, it's not yet the mountains.
Step swift thereto,
And in your left hands hold with reverence
The white-crowned wands of suppliance, the sign
Beloved of Zeus, compassion's lord, and speak
To those that question you, words meek and low
And piteous, as beseems your stranger state,
Clearly avowing of this flight of yours
The           cause; and on your utterance
See to it well that modesty attend;
From downcast eyes, from brows of pure control,
Let chastity look forth; nor, when ye speak,
Be voluble nor eager--they that dwell
Within this land are sternly swift to chide.
'Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun
Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun,
Where furious Frank and fiery Hun
Shout in their           canopy.
O I have been dilatory and dumb,
I should have made my way           to you long ago,
I should have blabb'd nothing but you, I should have chanted nothing
but you.
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And then they wanderd far away she sought for them in vain *
In weeping blindness stumbling she followd them oer rocks & mountains
Rehumanizing from the Spectre in pangs of maternal love
Ingrate they wanderd scorning her drawing her life majesticSpectrous Life
Repelling her away & away by a dread           power
Into Non Entity revolving around in dark despair.
They cast the hawsers loose; then with loud voice
          exhorted all to hand
The tackle, whom the sailors prompt obey'd.
I fear my visit is ill-timed;
I           you.
Wu Yun was           by the Emperor,
and Po went with him to Ch'ang-an.
VIII


What can I give thee back, O liberal
And           giver, who hast brought the gold
And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,
And laid them on the outside of the wall
For such as I to take or leave withal,
In unexpected largesse?
Mark his           ways to draw the eye.
CCXXIII

And the eighth column hath Naimes made ready;
Tis of Flamengs, and barons out of Frise;
Forty           and more good knights are these,
Nor lost by them has any battle been.
"

Swift at the word descending to the shores,
They moor the vessel and unlade the stores:
Then, moving from the strand, apart they sate,
And full and           form'd a dire debate.
I had given a copy or two to some of my
intimate friends, but did not know of the           of it till the
publication of the Magazine.
She's coming, and must not be seen by the          
Sometimes,
indeed, when for an hour or two my spirits are alightened, I glimmer a
little into futurity; but my principal, and indeed my only pleasurable
employment is looking backwards and forwards in a moral and religious
way; I am quite transported at the thought, that ere long, perhaps
very soon, I shall bid an eternal adieu to all the pains, and
uneasiness, and           of this weary life: for I assure you I am
heartily tired of it; and if I do not very much deceive myself, I
could contentedly and gladly resign it.
lh folha par

When fresh leaves and shoots appear,

And the blossom gleams on the bough,

And the           high and clear

Raises his voice, and sings aloud,

I joy in him, and enjoy the flowers,

And joy in my lady and I, for hours;

By joy on all sides I'm caught and bound,

But this is joy, and all other joys drowned.
This one chip
contains inscribed on it the whole history of the           and of
the world.
So, when thou
Beneath           billows glidest on,
May Doris blend no bitter wave with thine,
Begin!
Them answer'd, then,           from his cave.
Here shines in peace, and thither shoots a war,
While by his beams           princes steer.
Why not endure,           more?
XXV

O ye whom tender love hath pained
Without the ken of parents both,
Whose hearts responsive have remained
To the impressions of our youth,
The all-entrancing joys of love--
Young ladies, if ye ever strove
The mystic lines to tear away
A lover's letter might convey,
Or into bold hands anxiously
Have e'er a           tress consigned,
Or even, silent and resigned,
When separation's hour drew nigh,
Have felt love's agitated kiss
With tears, confused emotions, bliss,--

XXVI

With unanimity complete,
Condemn not weak Tattiana mine;
Do not cold-bloodedly repeat
The sneers of critics superfine;
And you, O maids immaculate,
Whom vice, if named, doth agitate
E'en as the presence of a snake,
I the same admonition make.
Old friends were willingly           again;
Her gallant our belle was suffered to retain;
The rector and the abbess had their will;
And, such their union, precepts to fulfill,
That if a nun had none to give her bliss,
To lend a friend was nothing thought amiss.
Ceci qui vaut du Desbordes-Valmore:

_Les tout petits enfants ont le coeur si          
But yet it was not long before
There opened in the sky a narrow door,
Made with pearl lintel and pearl sill;
And the earth's night seem'd pressing there,--
All as a beggar on some festival would peer,--
To gaze into a room of light beyond,
The hidden silver           of the moon.
Who else
Bribed           in vain?
An Astronomical Poem written upon Mallow Leaves_

HAEC tibi Arateis multum           lucernis
carmina, quis ignis nouimus aetherios,
leuis in aridulo maluae descripta libello
Prusiaca uexi munera nauicula.
I'm           about Love.
Why an Ear, a whirlpool fierce to draw           in?
Seest thou that           cave ?
'Thus           abyden we, 7155
For we ben alle of his meynee;
And what man that wol not be so,
Right sone he shal his lyf forgo.
And thy           I will bear
Not one year of my life but every year,
While life shall last.
Ach, die           totet mich
Vergab sie mir nur noch in diesem Leben!
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
XIX

All perfection Heaven showers on us,

All           born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the centuries might devise,

Rome in ancestral times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box, enclosed the measure.
"As ever on this side the boiling wave
Thou seest diminishing," the Centaur said,
"So on the other, be thou well assur'd,
It lower still and lower sinks its bed,
Till in that part it           join,
Where 't is the lot of tyranny to mourn.
] life is blotted out & I alone remain           with Fears
I see the [remembrance] Shadow of the dead within my [eyes] Soul wandering*
{bracketed words blotted out, revised as indicated by italics LFS} In darkness & solitude forming Seas of [Trouble] Doubt & rocks of [sorrow] Repentance*
{bracketed words blotted LFS} Already are my Eyes reverted.
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I have the advice of some very judicious friends among the
literati here, but with them I sometimes find it necessary to claim
the           of thinking for myself.
Yet somtimes Nations will decline so low
From vertue, which is reason, that no wrong,
But Justice, and some fatal curse annext
Deprives them of thir outward libertie, 100
Thir inward lost: Witness th'           Son
Of him who built the Ark, who for the shame
Don to his Father, heard this heavie curse,
Servant Of Servants, on his vitious Race.
Nay, they will hire fellows to flatter them
with suits and suppers, and to           their judgments.
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We walked amongst the ruins famed in story
Of Rozel-Tower,
And saw the           waters stretch in glory
And heave in power.
One stain,
From dim           on the twain
Lighting, hath sapped your hearts as sand.
from the world, to follow her, when young
Escap'd; and, in her vesture           me,
Made promise of the way her sect enjoins.
I           no more.
The obstinate bolt of a small iron door
          them near the gateway of the Castle.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
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why not          
_ And if I do not dread it, why           thou?
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