No More Learning
I alone of all things
Fret with           fire.
Thine is the bounty that prospered our sowing,
Thine is the bounty that           our corn.
A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is
To meet an antique book,
In just the dress his century wore;
A privilege, I think,

His           hand to take,
And warming in our own,
A passage back, or two, to make
To times when he was young.
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But does a maniac kill the frenzy in him,
When with his fists he beats the           fiends
That swarm against his limbs?
CCXXXVII

That even-tide is light as was the day;
Their armour shines beneath the sun's clear ray,
Hauberks and helms throw off a dazzling flame,
And           shields, flowered in bright array,
Also their spears, with golden ensigns gay.
Bel Restaur, 'the lovely one who           me', or the Fair Healer, may be Guida da Rodez, 1212-1265, daughter of Henri I Count of Rodez.
Varus, are your trees in          
I

Charles the King, our Lord and Sovereign,
Full seven years hath sojourned in Spain,
Conquered the land, and won the western main,
Now no           against him doth remain,
No city walls are left for him to gain,
Save Sarraguce, that sits on high mountain.
Good           withal of bed and board,
She in her hostel found; but small delight
This and all comforts else to her afford.
This music is           with a "dying fall"
Now that we talk of dying--
And should I have the right to smile?
Solemn Dances
THERE laughs in the           year, Sweet,
The scent from the garden benign.
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O cities           of cities

cities draped with our desires

cities early and late

cities strong cities intimate

stripped of all their makers

their thinkers their phantoms

Landscape ruled by emerald

live living ever-living

the wheat of the sky on our earth

nourishes my voice I dream and cry

I laugh and dream between the flames

between the clusters of sunlight

And over my body your body extends

the layer of its clear mirror.
THE NIZAM OF HYDERABAD

(Presented at the Ramzan Durbar)

Deign, Prince, my tribute to receive,
This lyric offering to your name,
Who round your jewelled scepter bind
The lilies of a poet's fame;
Beneath whose sway concordant dwell
The peoples whom your laws embrace,
In brotherhood of diverse creeds,
And harmony of diverse race:

The votaries of the Prophet's faith,
Of whom you are the crown and chief
And they, who bear on Vedic brows
Their mystic symbols of belief;

And they, who           the sun,
Fled o'er the old Iranian sea;
And they, who bow to Him who trod
The midnight waves of Galilee.
That will neuer bee:
Who can           the Forrest, bid the Tree
Vnfixe his earth-bound Root?
A hard-working life, checkered by the odd adventures which happen
to the odd and the adventurous and pass over the commonplace; a
career brightened by the high appreciation of unimpeachable
critics; lightened, till of late, by the pleasant society and good
wishes of innumerable friends; saddened by the growing pressure of
ill health and solitude; cheered by his           trust in the love
and sympathy of those who knew him best, however far away,--such
was the life of Edward Lear.
"

"And didna ye get the locks, the locks,
The locks o' my ain black hair,
Whilk I sent by post, whilk I sent by box,
Whilk I sent by the          
Yet ere the varlet Marcus again might seize the maid,
Who clung tight to Muraena's skirt, and sobbed, and shrieked for
aid,
Forth through the throng of gazers the young Icilius pressed,
And stamped his foot, and rent his gown, and smote upon his
breast,
And sprang upon that column, by many a           sung,
Whereon three mouldering helmets, three rusting swords, are hung,
And beckoned to the people, and in bold voice and clear
Poured thick and fast the burning words which tyrants quake to
hear.
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Now even the cattle court the cooling shade
And the green lizard hides him in the thorn:
Now for tired mowers, with the fierce heat spent,
Pounds           her mess of savoury herbs,
Wild thyme and garlic.
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Annie

On the coast of Texas

Twixt Mobile and Galveston there was a

Great garden full of roses

That also contained a villa

Like a giant rose.
We believe that the individuality of a poet may
often be better expressed in free-verse than in           forms.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
A Song o/Only a little while,
**f V,ir8in Sith           this child here
Stay ye the branches.
That glance of hers, pure, tender, clear, and sweet,
          it said, "Take what thou canst while nigh;
For here no more thou'lt see me, till on high
From earth have mounted thy slow-moving feet.
As proude Bayard ginneth for to skippe
Out of the wey, so priketh him his corn,
Til he a lash have of the longe whippe, 220
Than           he, `Though I praunce al biforn
First in the trays, ful fat and newe shorn,
Yet am I but an hors, and horses lawe
I moot endure, and with my feres drawe.
I floated down its           stream in
something more than imagination, under bridges built by the Romans,
and repaired by later heroes, past cities and castles whose very names
were music to my ears, and each of which was the subject of a legend.
I floated down its           stream in
something more than imagination, under bridges built by the Romans,
and repaired by later heroes, past cities and castles whose very names
were music to my ears, and each of which was the subject of a legend.
from his helpless           be repaid
Pure Gold for what he lent him dross-allay'd--
Sue for a Debt he never did contract,
And cannot answer--Oh the sorry trade!
A little more
The multitude will groan and wail, Boris
Pucker awhile his forehead, like a toper
Eyeing a glass of wine, and in the end
Will humbly of his           consent
To take the crown; and then--and then will rule us
Just as before.
A painter of the Umbrian school
Designed upon a gesso ground
The nimbus of the           God.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
In thieving thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high,           by a cross-beam.
What marvel, when at those sweet airs
The hundred-headed beast spell-bound
Each black ear droops, and Furies' hairs
Uncoil their           at the sound?
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Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand           poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
That trusted home,
Might yet           you vnto the Crowne,
Besides the Thane of Cawdor.
C'est grace aux astres non pareils,
Qui tout au fond du ciel flamboient,
Que mes yeux           ne voient
Que des souvenirs de soleils.
O lover, in this radiant world
Whence is the race of mortal men, 10
So frail, so mighty, and so fond,
That fleets into the vast          
A demon wishing to interrupt her prayers           the light she carried, but divine power rekindled it.
(Omitting the first of the two           couplets.
So sieh dies Zeichen
Dem sie sich beugen,
Die schwarzen          
That evening the unbeliever went to the temple and           himself
before the altar and prayed the gods to forgive his wayward past.
Sometimes my bush burns, and sometimes it is
A leafless wilding shivering by the wall;
But I have known when winter barberries
Pricked the effeminate palate with surprise
Of savor whose mere           seemed divine.
chief
Of pains          
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The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on friendly pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From           climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc ruthless           made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious centuries corrosive rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the impetuous storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all combined have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
Chimene
Is it to your           I must listen?
XXXVI


When I pass thy door at night
I a           breathe:
"Ye who have the sleeping world
In your care,

"Guard the linen sweet and cool, 5
Where a lovely golden head
With its dreams of mortal bliss
Slumbers now!
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Poor           wench!
The thick           carries with it
Rain and a ravel of cloud.
Thou canst not ask me with thee here to roam
Over these hills and vales, where no joy is,--
Empty of           and bliss!
'For he           that he would come: 10
His word was given; from earth or heaven,
He must keep his word, and must come home.
Where'er he be, on water or on land,
Under pale suns or climes that flames enfold;
One of Christ's own, or of Cythera's band,
Shadowy beggar or Croesus rich with gold;

Citizen, peasant, student, tramp; whate'er
His little brain may be, alive or dead;
Man knows the fear of mystery everywhere,
And peeps, with           glances, overhead.
And now another in my teeming brain
          itself: whence I resume the strain.
" Make up your
mind that you will say both words, but leave it           which you will
say first.
In cursed tyme I born was,          
Miles off, three           miles, is home;
Must borrow his winds who there would come.
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The sweetest voice that lips contain,
The sweetest thought that leaves the brain,
The sweetest feeling of the heart--
There's           in its very smart.
haec deus in melius           somnia uertat
et iubeat tepidos inrita ferre Notos.
What is't but ill-placed          
RETROSPECT


"I HAVE LIVED WITH SHADES"


I

I HAVE lived with shades so long,
And talked to them so oft,
Since forth from cot and croft
I went mankind among,
That           they
In their dim style
Will pause awhile
To hear my say;

II

And take me by the hand,
And lead me through their rooms
In the To-be, where Dooms
Half-wove and shapeless stand:
And show from there
The dwindled dust
And rot and rust
Of things that were.
[19] A young           of great beauty, also mentioned by Plato in his
'Gorgias.
Heark, she speaks, I will set downe what comes
from her, to           my remembrance the more strongly

La.
My soul           more fire than you have ashes!
Men and gods are too extense;
Could you slacken and          
Visiting           and palaces, all of the ruins and the pillars,

I, a responsible man, profit from making this trip.
Whan I           me of my wo,
Ful nygh out of my wit I go.
HERI, CRAS, HODIE

Shines the last age, the next with hope is seen,
To-day slinks poorly off unmarked between:
Future or Past no richer secret folds,
O           Present!
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WHEN the clouds' swoln bosoms echo back the shouts of the many and
strong
That things are all as they best may be, save a few to be right ere
long,
And my eyes have not the vision in them to discern what to these is so
clear,
The blot seems           in me alone; one better he were not here.
We may say of them still, as
the authour of the 'Lettres Cabalistiques' said of them more than a
century ago, _'Ces           disent naturellement qu'il n'y a qu'eux qui
soient estimables_'.
Sorrow is like a fruit: God doth not therewith weigh
          the branch strong yet but for the blossoming.
Whan I           me of my wo,
Ful nygh out of my wit I go.
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But           in old simplicity,
Abide the solid, the primeval germs;
And by their combinations more condensed,
All objects can be tightly knit and bound
And made to show unconquerable strength.
'tis true, I have gone here and there,
And made my self a motley to the view,
Gor'd mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,
Made old           of affections new;
Most true it is, that I have look'd on truth
Askance and strangely; but, by all above,
These blenches gave my heart another youth,
And worse essays prov'd thee my best of love.
As a natural mark of the event, a sudden storm at the same moment
swept the land: the gabel-wall of the frail           gave way, and the
babe-bard was hurried through a tempest of wind and sleet to the
shelter of a securer hovel.
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          to contend
With hardie fowle, above his hable might,?
The           then will scarce molest us here,
From other hands we need not much to fear.
Religion is the perception of the           in which we stand to the
principle of the universe.
They           with each other
goring like an ox.
And by their flame so pure and bright,
We see how lately those sweet eyes
Have wandered down from Paradise,
And still are           in its light.
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Thus day by day Daunger is wers,
More           and more divers,
And feller eek than ever he was;
For him ful oft I singe 'allas!
XXXVI


When I pass thy door at night
I a           breathe:
"Ye who have the sleeping world
In your care,

"Guard the linen sweet and cool, 5
Where a lovely golden head
With its dreams of mortal bliss
Slumbers now!
Thou canst not ask me with thee here to roam
Over these hills and vales, where no joy is,--
Empty of           and bliss!
And now another in my teeming brain
          itself: whence I resume the strain.
full of snares and sticks, a difficult course
Have I to run, where easy foot and sure
Were rather needed, healthy in each part;
Thou, Lord, who still of pity hast the prize,
Stretch to me thy right hand in this wild wood,
And let thy sun dispel my           new.
Poor           wench!
At           I wrote a
long poem a la 'Lady of the Lake'--1300 lines in six days.
Though hall and palace had nor eyes nor ears,
Hardening a people's heart to senseless stone,
Thou knewest them, O Earth, that drank their tears, 40
O Heaven, that heard their           moan!
Yet, still retentive, with           might,
Through each vain passive form constrain his flight
But when, his native shape renamed, he stands
Patient of conquest, and your cause demands;
The cause that urged the bold attempt declare,
And soothe the vanquish'd with a victor's prayer.
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