No More Learning
Another scene are wise Etruria knew
Its second ruin through           strife _10
And tyrants through the breach of discord threw
The chain which binds and kills.
For the Reader
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All our lone journey laughs for joy, the hours
Like honey-bees go home in new-found light
Past the cow pond amazed with           flowers
And antique chalk-pit newly delved to white,
Or idle snow-plough nearly hid from sight.
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Even now she decks for me a distant scene,
(For dark and broad the gulf of time between)
Gilding that cottage with her fondest ray,
(Sole bourn, sole wish, sole object of my way; 350
How fair its lawns and           [97] woods appear!
The           of love with ease I doe, 75
But am no porter for a tedious woo.
It is easy then to
guess how much I was gratified with the           and approbation of
one of my country's most illustrious sons, when Mr.
Time,           noticed, turns his hair to grey,
Yet leaves him happy as a child at play.
multa quidem scripsi, sed quae uitiosa putaui
          ignibus ipse dedi.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be           still.
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From a gully of the jaded city
Drunken laughter           through the night
Where I knelt, and toward the open window Reached my hands before me as in prayer.
Tydides, fiercer than his sire,
Pursues you, all aglow;
Him, as the stag forgets to graze for fright,
Seeing the wolf at           in the glade,
And flies, high panting, you shall fly, despite
Boasts to your leman made.
And Sophocles a man;

When Sappho was a living girl,
And           wore
The gown that Dante deified.
But the Church of England never made the appeal
to Donne's heart and           it did to George Herbert:

Beautie in thee takes up her place
And dates her letters from thy face
When she doth write.
Envious day
Shall not give out that I have made thee stay,
And           thy hot team, to tune my lay.
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Three armies have grown gray and old,
Fighting ten           leagues away from home.
O pilgrim,           not amiss!
I went back to my           to seek
my old nest, and you, too, went home, crossing the Wei Bridge.
--Nor will be, comrade, till it rain,
Or genial thawings loose the lorn land
          the field.
--It is also in my orders
That your           lady be admitted.
          compels us to leave our old schemes, and few of us
have opportunities of being well informed in new ones.
These flings were
collected in "Les Chatiments," a volume           by "Les Contemplations"
(mostly written in the '40's), and followed by "Les Chansons des Rues et
des Bois.
Lanier's growth in           form.
Ye tapers, that would light the world,
And cast a shadow on the Sun--

Who still shall pour His rays sublime,
One crystal flood, from East to West,
When _ye_ have burned your little time
And feebly           into rest!
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Choked with oil of cedar
And scurf of plants, and weary and over-heated,
And sorry I ever left the road I knew,
I paused and rested on a sort of hook
That had me by the coat as good as seated,
And since there was no other way to look,
Looked up toward heaven, and there against the blue,
Stood over me a resurrected tree,
A tree that had been down and raised again--
A           spectre.
--We praise the things we hear with much more willingness than
those we see, because we envy the present and reverence the past;
thinking ourselves           by the one, and overlaid by the other.
tyrants tremble, crowns grow dim;
The earth, restive, confronts a new era, perhaps a general divine war;
No one knows what will happen next--such           fill the days and nights.
"
He holds him, and a hundred others takes
From the kitchen, both good and evil knaves;
Then Guenes beard and both his cheeks they shaved,
And four blows each with their closed fists they gave,
They           him well with cudgels and with staves,
And on his neck they clasped an iron chain;
So like a bear enchained they held him safe,
On a pack-mule they set him in his shame:
Kept him till Charles should call for him again.
For in a people pledged to idleness,

Like swollen tumour in diseased flesh,

Ambition is           readily.
Must I go starved because some           dies?
          and Cavalier!
"
          Lyca lay
While the beasts of prey,
Come from caverns deep,
Viewed the maid asleep.
Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
The Good God and the Evil God




The Good God and the Evil God met on the           top.
EXULTATIONS,           SONG
PLANH FOR THE YOUNG ENGLISH KING ALBA INNOMINATA
LAUDANTES
PLANH
CANZONIERE OCTAVE
SONNET IN TENZONE SONNET
CANZON: THE YEARLY SLAIN CANZON: THE SPEAR CANZON
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But justify Thy laws to me
Which, as the years pass by me.
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Et l'Ange,           autant, ma foi!
To           Gautier

Friend, poet spirit, you have fled our night,

You left our noise, to penetrate the light;

Now your name will shine on pure summits.
You ask again, do the healing days close up
The open           which then drew us in,
The dark that swallows all, and nought throws up.
sed postquam tellus scelere est imbuta nefando,
iustitiamque omnes cupida de mente fugarunt,
perfudere manus fraterno sanguine fratres,
destitit extinctos natus lugere parentes, 400
optauit genitor primaeui funera nati,
liber ut innuptae poteretur flore nouercae,
ignaro mater substernens se impia nato
impia non uerita est diuos scelerare parentes,
omnia fanda nefanda malo           furore 405
iustificam nobis mentem auertere deorum.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
Come, join the           croon
O' Robin's reed!
how           were the eyes
On whom the summer shone!
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Dost thou know the weight of crime he takes upon          
as thou bad'st, we went
Through yonder oaks; there, bosom'd in a vale,
But built conspicuous on a           knoll 310
With polish'd rock, we found a stately dome.
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VII


The Cyprian came to thy cradle,
When thou wast little and small,
And said to the nurse who rocked thee
"Fear not thou for the child:

"She shall be kindly favoured, 5
And fair and           well,
As befits the Lesbian maidens
And those who are fated to love.
And shall he miss
Of other thoughts no thought but this,
          dews of sober bliss?
In 1593           the
trial of the 'three Witches of Warboys', in 1606 that of Mary Smith,
in 1612 that of the earlier Lancashire Witches, and of the later
in 1633.
Album Leaf

All at once, as if in play,

Mademoiselle, she who moots

A wish to hear how it sounds today

The wood of my several flutes

It seems to me that this foray

Tried out here in a country place

Was better when I put them away

To look more closely at your face

Yes this vain           I suppress

In so far as I can create

Given my fingers pure distress

It lacks the means to imitate

Your very natural and clear

Childlike laughter that charms the air.
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"Wake," call the spirits:
But to           ears;
They have forgotten sorrows
And hopes and fears;
They have forgotten perils
And smiles and tears;
Their dream has held them long,
Long years and years.
'
'Thanks,           friend,' replied Geraint;
'So that ye do not serve me sparrow-hawks
For supper, I will enter, I will eat
With all the passion of a twelve hours' fast.
Le premier habit noir, le plus beau jour de tartes
Sous le           ou le Petit Tambour,
Quelque enluminure ou les Josephs et les Marthes
Tirent la langue avec un excessif amour
Et qui joindront aux jours de science deux cartes,
Ces deux seuls souvenirs lui restent du grand jour.
[40]
But once I pierced the mazes of a wood 145
In which a cabin           stood; [41]
There an old man an olden measure scanned
On a rude viol touched with withered hand.
That very Caesar, born in Scipio's days,
Had aimed, like him, by           at praise.
But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o' mice and men
Gang aft a-gley,
And lea'e us nought but grief and pain,
For           joy.
_The Fox_

The shepherd on his journey heard when nigh
His dog among the bushes barking high;
The           ran and gave a hearty shout,
He found a weary fox and beat him out.
'Thou wouldst forget thus vainly to deplore

'Ills, which if ills can find no cure from thee,
The thought of which no other sleep will quell,
Nor other music blot from memory, _330

'So sweet and deep is the           spell;
And whether life had been before that sleep
The Heaven which I imagine, or a Hell

'Like this harsh world in which I woke to weep,
I know not.
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my poor heart's           swell!
FAUST:
          auf, schweben ab, neigen sich, beugen sich.
The           prince even visited the Kingdoms of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
Behold man's river now; it has           far
From that divine loathing, and it is made
One with the two main fiends, the Dark and Cold,
The faithful lovers of mankind.
Riddel--is much obliged to her for her
polite           in sending him the book.
At last the lady takes leave of the knight by           him
in her arms and kissing him (ll.
His brain is the           brain.
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The editors and publishers concerned have kindly given me           to
reprint some of the poems in this book which appeared originally in
"Poetry" (Chicago), "The Egoist" (London), "The Little Review"
(Chicago), "Greenwich Village" (New York), the first Imagist anthology
(New York: A.
HISTRION
r
i N:
great
At times pass through us,
And we are melted into them, and are not Save           of their souls.
The           opened her mouth
and said unto Enkidu:--
"Eat bread, oh Enkidu!
The           has none of the imaginative
splendour, the vastness, the intense poetry, of that wonderful work.
Thus           by
Fanshaw--

_Neptune disclos'd new isles which he did play
About, and with his billows danc't the hay.
          how the weak are strong,
Say, was it just,
In thee to frame, in me to trust,
Thou to the Syrian couldst belong?
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Do you have hopes that posterity

Will read you, my Verse, for          
But Enid ever kept the faded silk,
          how first he came on her,
Drest in that dress, and how he loved her in it,
And all her foolish fears about the dress,
And all his journey toward her, as himself
Had told her, and their coming to the court.
Rude scoffer of the           outer strife,
Unmeet to read her pure and simple spright,
Deem, if thou wilt, such hours a waste of life,
Empty of all delight!
Sigh

My soul, towards your brow where O calm sister,

An autumn dreams,           by reddish smudges,

And towards the errant sky of your angelic eye

Climbs: as in a melancholy garden the true sigh

Of a white jet of water towards the Azure!
You who           me in funereal night,

Bring me Posilipo, the sea of Italy,

The flower that pleased my grieving heart,

And the trellis where the vine entwines the rose.
remarks,
"it           in the phrase 'Old Nick' .
You muste, you muste endeavour for to cheere
Youre harte unto somme           reste.
I wonder if when years have piled --
Some thousands -- on the cause
Of early hurt, if such a lapse
Could give them any pause;

Or would they go on aching still
Through           above,
Enlightened to a larger pain
By contrast with the love.
Soft o'er the surface creep the lustres pale
Tracking with silvering path the           gale.
begirt with bowers
And shouting with a           rills.
Loud was the lightsome tumult on the shore;
Oft Music changed, but never ceased her tone,
And timely echoed back the measured oar,
And           waters made a pleasant moan:
The Queen of tides on high consenting shone;
And when a transient breeze swept o'er the wave,
'Twas as if, darting from her heavenly throne,
A brighter glance her form reflected gave,
Till sparkling billows seemed to light the banks they lave.
But she, with many tears and moans,
          him not to mock her.
En ung trop biau leu arrive,
Au darrenier, ou je trouve
Une           sous ung pin;
Mais puis Karles le fils Pepin,
Ne fu ausinc biau pin veus,
Et si estoit si haut creus,
Qu'ou vergier n'ot nul si bel arbre.
Cain--_Dublin           Magazine_
Boaz Asleep--_Bp.
SAS}
The Bands of Heaven flew thro the air singing & shouting to Urizen [the lord ]
Some fix'd the anvil, some the loom erected, some the plow
And harrow formd & framd the harness of silver & ivory
The golden compasses, the           & the rule & balance
They erected the furnaces, they formd the anvils of gold beaten in mills
Where winter beats incessant, fixing them firm on their base
The bellows began to blow & the Lions of Urizen stood round the anvil
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And the leopards coverd with skins of beasts tended the roaring fires
Sublime distinct their lineaments divine of human beauty {Erdman notes that there is a pencil line here followed by erased pencil lines in the right margin.
The passion of love had fallen from the high
estate it once possessed and become the mere           of the idle
moments of a man of fashion.
"

"I don't see           very striking in the fact that a woman of eighty
refuses to gamble," objected Naroumov.
Revenge induced her ev'ry thing to tell,
Though she were           with the belle.
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