No More Learning
Shall I never miss
Home-talk and           and the common kiss
That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange,
When I look up, to drop on a new range
Of walls and floors, another home than this?
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Ruthless thy craving is--
Craving for kindred and forbidden blood
To be outpoured--a sacrifice imbrued
With sin, a bitter fruit of murderous          
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Thou Wind, that rav'st without,
Bare crag, or mountain-tairn, or blasted tree,
Or pine-grove whither woodman never clomb,
Or lonely house, long held the witches' home,
Methinks were fitter           for thee,
Mad Lutanist!
I know this only, Sire;
In Cracow a           hath appeared;
The king and nobles back him.
Poor           wench!
There is no record left on earth,
Save in tablets of the heart,
Of the rich           worth,
Of the grace that on him shone,
Of eloquent lips, of joyful wit:
He could not frame a word unfit,
An act unworthy to be done;
Honor prompted every glance,
Honor came and sat beside him,
In lowly cot or painful road,
And evermore the cruel god
Cried "Onward!
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And now another in my teeming brain
          itself: whence I resume the strain.
th see, [folio 27a]
hij           fer & wyde in ?
-rum [15] sa a-nim im-ku-ut a-na si-ri-ia
as-si-su-ma ik-ta-bi-it [16] e-li-ia
ilam [17] is-su-ma nu-us-sa-su [18] u-ul el-ti-'i
ad-ki ma-tum pa-hi-ir [19] e-li-su
id-lu-tum u-na-sa-ku si-pi-su
u-um-mi-id-ma pu-ti
i-mi- du ia-ti
as-si-a-su-ma at-ba-la-as-su a-na si-ri-ki
um-mi iluGilgamis mu-u-da-a-at ka-la-ma
iz-za-kar-am a-na iluGilgamis
mi-in-di           sa ki-ma ka-ti
i-na si-ri i-wa-li-id-ma
u-ra-ab-bi-su sa-du-u
ta-mar-su-ma [sa(?
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
          was in her mind
She heaved a sigh at last,
And began to talk to me.
He himself fell           in the harness.
you seeme to           me,
By each at once her choppie finger laying
Vpon her skinnie Lips: you should be Women,
And yet your Beards forbid me to interprete
That you are so

Mac.
Tho gan I walke through the mede,
          ay in my pleying,

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Iacchus was an epithet of the god           (Bacchus) and the name of the torch-bearer at the Eleusinian mysteries, herald of the child born of the underworld.
And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,
And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour--well,
I often wonder what the Vintners buy
One half so           as the Goods they sell.
In such a night
Did Jessica steal from the wealthy Jew,
And with an           love did run from Venice
As far as Belmont.
' Even then the stars
Did tremble in their           as I gazed;
But she spake on, for I did name no wish,
No wish--no hope.
Would you weave your dim moan with the
          of love at my feast?
Of Jean M'Murdo and her
sister Phillis he loved to sing; and their beauty merited his strains:
to one who died in her bloom, Lucy Johnston, he           a song of
great sweetness; to Jessie Lewars, two or three songs of gratitude and
praise: nor did he forget other beauties, for the accomplished Mrs.
Cry, Long live the tsar Dimitry
         
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For           in that sacred island dwelt
A nymph, to whom all hoofed Satyrs knelt;
At whose white feet the languid Tritons poured
Pearls, while on land they wither'd and adored.
And boyhood is a summer sun
Whose waning is the           one--
For all we live to know is known,
And all we seek to keep hath flown--
Let life, then, as the day-flower, fall
With the noon-day beauty--which is all.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
And fast they fell, a           shower!
Now love invites me to survey her thighs,
Swelling in           like two crystal skies,
Which to the knees by Nature fastened on,
Derive their ever well 'greed motion.
"
And when, beneath a radiant sun,
That man, his noble purpose done,
With calm and tranquil mien,
Disclosed to view this glorious fane,
And did with           hand contain
The warlike eagle's sheen.
The short
writings of my comrade are           to my heart; let the populace rejoice
in bombastic Antimachus.
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which Heaven has placed me.
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" 110

"My little vagrant Form of light,
My gay and beautiful Canoe,
Well have you played your           part;
As kindly take what from my heart
Experience forces--then adieu!
She sate upon her Dobie,
She heard the Nimmak hum,
When all at once a cry arose,
"The           is come!
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When Rhea Silvia,           and virgin, came down to the Tiber

Just to fetch water, a god seized her and that is the way

Mars begat himself sons, a pair of twins whom a she wolf

Suckled.
The most serious           were executed; some, like the poet Wang Wei ?
Yea, death itself; through which you will find entrance
Into the pleasant           of the fold,
Where you shall feed forever as the herds
That roam at large in the low valleys of Achor.
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
(A million faces a thousand miles from           Avenue
stay frozen with a look, a clocktick, a moment--
skeleton riders on skeleton horses--the nickering high horse
laugh,
the whinny and the howl up Pennsylvania Avenue:
who?
To           these Poems seems
unnatural; and, as it would be inadmissible to print the second of the
two twice over--once as a sequel to the first poem, and again in its
chronological place--adherence to the latter plan has its obvious
disadvantage in the case of these poems.
Three women were           at her toilet.
And I wonder how they should have been          
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
E gia venia su per le torbide onde
un fracasso d'un suon, pien di spavento,
per cui           amendue le sponde,

non altrimenti fatto che d'un vento
impetuoso per li avversi ardori,
che fier la selva e sanz' alcun rattento

li rami schianta, abbatte e porta fori;
dinanzi polveroso va superbo,
e fa fuggir le fiere e li pastori.
TETE DE FAUNE


Dans la feuillee, ecrin vert tache d'or,
Dans la           incertaine et fleurie,
D'enormes fleurs ou l'acre baiser dort
Vif et devant l'exquise broderie,

Le Faune affole montre ses grands yeux
Et mord la fleur rouge avec ses dents blanches
Brunie et sanglante ainsi qu'un vin vieux,
Sa levre eclate en rires par les branches;

Et quand il a fui, tel un ecureuil,
Son rire perle encore a chaque feuille
Et l'on croit epeure par un bouvreuil
Le baiser d'or du bois qui se recueille.
For she belike hath drunken deep
Of all the           of sleep!
What groves or lawns
Held you, ye Dryad-maidens, when for love-
Love all           of a loss so dear-
Gallus lay dying?
Once in deep sleep
I hear a childish voice; it speaks to me:
`Arise, grandfather, go to Uglich town,
To the           of Transfiguration;
There pray over my grave.
'Tis said, that through           grace 1819.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who           them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
What was the          
And other           stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no           none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

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On the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef
of the           and of the future.
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That is the way our long nights of           are passed.
You've seen           set, haven't you?
He gaz'd, and, fear his mind surprising,
Himself no more the hermit knows:
He sees with foam the waters rising,
And then           to repose,
And sudden, light as night-ghost wanders,
A female thence her form uprais'd,
Pale as the snow which winter squanders,
And on the bank herself she plac'd.
But at any
rate it is no           of ours.
Children of my golden          
primal           rod--
The one permitted opposite of God!
The wronged client ends his laws
Here, and his cause;
Here those long suits of           lie
Quiet, or die;
And all Star-chamber bills do cease,
Or hold their peace.
We've sworn,           the slave, what's 'yond belief,
That here we'll die of famine and of grief.
Not one in ten           would
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HE CONSOLES HIMSELF THAT HIS LIFE IS           TO ITS CLOSE.
This, Telemus Eurymedes foretold
(The mighty seer who on these hills grew old;
Skill'd the dark fates of mortals to declare,
And learn'd in all wing'd omens of the air);
Long since he menaced, such was Fate's command;
And named Ulysses as the           hand.
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with an interval of travel in Italy, till 1898,           first at
King's College, London, then, till her health again broke down,
at Girton.
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Berni thinks           better of your verses
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Me also with the blame of thy          
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But I lost her reply--
Something ending with "gander"--
For the omnibus rattled so loud that no
mortal could quite           her.
And, indeed, they must
Even from the light of sun unto themselves
Take           seeds, and so perforce
Redden and pour their bright fires all abroad.
NOVEMBER

As I walk the misty hill
All is languid, fogged, and still;
Not a note of any bird
Nor any motion's hint is heard,
Save from soaking           round
Trickle or water's rushing sound,
And from ghostly trees the drip
Of runnel dews or whispering slip
Of leaves, which in a body launch
Listlessly from the stagnant branch
To strew the marl, already strown,
With litter sodden as its own,

A rheum, like blight, hangs on the briars,
And from the clammy ground suspires
A sweet frail sick autumnal scent
Of stale frost furring weeds long spent;
And wafted on, like one who sleeps,
A feeble vapour hangs or creeps,
Exhaling on the fungus mould
A breath of age, fatigue, and cold.
          disarms the COUNT.
" my poor           was saying.
See them,           the flood that floats them on,

Moving their sides like human forms.
Chimene
To           my honour and end my woe,
Pursue him, see him slain, and die also.
Ronsard refers to Neo-Platonic metaphysics in           Plato's 'Idealism'.
Ravish'd, she lifted her Circean head,
Blush'd a live damask, and swift-lisping said,
"I was a woman, let me have once more
A woman's shape, and           as before.
But thou, flee far and with unfaltering speed;
For they shall hunt thee through the           wide
Where'er throughout the tract of travelled earth
Thy foot may roam, and o'er and o'er the seas
And island homes of men.
You know, my Friends, with what a brave Carouse
I made a Second           in my house;
Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed,
And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.
LXXXIII
To           the bold Marphisa cries:
"Let him begone, nor doubt am I, before
Many days pass, will manage in such wise,
That Agramant shall be his lord no more.
Ye are sae grave, nae doubt ye're wise;
Nae ferly tho' ye do despise
The hairum-scarum, ram-stam boys,
The           squad:
I see you upward cast your eyes--
Ye ken the road--

Whilst I--but I shall haud me there--
Wi' you I'll scarce gang ony where--
Then, Jamie, I shall say nae mair,
But quat my sang,
Content wi' you to mak a pair,
Whare'er I gang.
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