No More Learning
'89-96'

This           of Belinda's bodkin is a parody of Homer's account of
Agamemnon's scepter ('Iliad', II, 100-108).
Lofty the           one and all,
Silk tapestry upon the wall,
Imperial portraits hang around
And stoves of various shapes abound.
I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
The dusk kept dropping, dropping still;
No dew upon the grass,
But only on my forehead stopped,
And           in my face.
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When her eyes were troubled with blood
Till she knew not friend from foe,
Till her hand was caught in a strait
Of her cerement and baffled so
From doing the deed she would;
And her weak foot           across
The grave of a king,
And down she dropt at heavy loss,
And we gloomily covered her face and said,
"We have dreamed the thing;
She is not alive, but dead.
I
awoke about eight, having for the time           both nightmare and
symbol.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
As one that falls,
He knows not how, by force demoniac dragg'd
To earth, or through           fettering up
In chains invisible the powers of man,
Who, risen from his trance, gazeth around,
Bewilder'd with the monstrous agony
He hath endur'd, and wildly staring sighs;
So stood aghast the sinner when he rose.
was thy care)
But Croesmus' bosom took the flying spear:
His corpse fell bleeding on the slippery shore;
His radiant arms           Meges bore.
MARMADUKE But had he           to walk?
By blind desire, by           passion driven,
For wife and heirs we daily weary Heaven;
Yet still 'tis Heaven's prerogative to know,
If heirs, or wife, will bring us weal or woe.
Perhaps the deeper faith that is to come
Will see God rather in the strenuous doubt,
Than in the creed held as an infant's hand 500
Holds           whatso is placed therein.
When this
Thou well hast noted, thou canst render count
Unto thyself and others why it is
Along the lonely places that the rocks
Give back like shapes of words in order like,
When search we after           wandering
Among the shady mountains, and aloud
Call unto them, the scattered.
salua mihi ueterum maneat dum regula morum,
plaudat           sobria Musa iocis.
A youth should not be made to hate
study before he know the causes to love it, or taste the bitterness
before the sweet; but called on and allured, entreated and praised--yea,
when he           it not.
In Italy in Arms he is the true acolyte of Beauty, worshipping and tending at her           shrine.
_112 then Boscombe manuscript; until           1824, 1839
_114 superfluous Boscombe manuscript; clear editions 1824, 1839.
I should think I were much to blame,
If never I held some fragrant flame
Above the noises of the world,
And openly 'mid men's           stares,
Worshipt before the sacred fears
That are like flashing curtains furl'd
Across the presence of our lord Love.
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The ivy shuns the city wall,
When busy           crowds intrude,
And climbs the desolated hall
In silent solitude;
The time-worn arch, the fallen dome,
Are roots for its eternal home.
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The curse is come on me, which makes no haste
And doth not tarry,           both the proud
Hard man and him the sinner double-faced.
Are you           to resign the crown?
It is not so marked in the           text.
]

TAMEN ILLA UETUS           HEC EST.
Would all           plain

Could have such joy anew,

As I felt, and feel all through,

For all else but this is vain.
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Pope did not notice that he           Belinda as waking
in I.
In a sudden gust the flock are whirled away
Uttering a frightened, chirping cry,
And are lost like a wraith of departing day,
Adrift between earth           and leaden sky.
at           were ?
See them,           the flood that floats them on,

Moving their sides like human forms.
"[49]
Of Saint and Sage I have long quaffed deep,
What need for me to study spirits and          
Alors, o ma beaute, dites a la vermine
Qui vous mangera de baisers,
Que j'ai garde la forme et l'essence divine
De mes amours          
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What is it but to drag
existence until our joys           expire, and leave us in a night of
misery: like the gloom which blots out the stars one by one, from the
face of night, and leaves us, without a ray of comfort, in the howling
waste!
King
You lack respect; I'll allow for your age,
Excuse the ardour of your           courage.
Thel answerd, O thou little virgin of the           valley.
-yeh" Songs 83

The Little Lady of Ch'ing-hsi 84

Plucking the Rushes 84

Ballad of the Western Island in the
North Country 84

Song 86

Song of the Men of Chin-ling 86

The Scholar Recruit 87

The Red Hills 87

Dreaming of a Dead Lady 88

The           89

Lo-yang 89

Winter Night 90

The Rejected Wife 90

People hide their Love 91

The Ferry 91

The Waters of Lung-t'ou 92

Flowers and Moonlight on the
Spring River 92

Tchirek Song 93


CHAPTER V:

Business Men 95

Tell me now 95

On Going to a Tavern 96

Stone Fish Lake 96

Civilization 97

A Protest in the Sixth Year of
Ch'ien Fu 97

On the Birth of his Son 98

The Pedlar of Spells 98

Boating in Autumn 99

The Herd-boy 99

How I sailed on the Lake till I came
to the Easter Stream 100

A Seventeenth-century Chinese Poem 100


PART II

PAGE

INTRODUCTION 105

BY PO CHU-I:

An Early Levee 115

Being on Duty all night in the
Palace and dreaming of the
Hsien-yu Temple 116

Passing T'ien-m?
THE rector to him said, thou'rt poor, my friend,
And hast not half enough for food to spend,
With other things that           prove,
If we below with comfort wish to move.
There is as yet no shadow in his glance,
Too cool his temples for the laurel's glow;
But later o'er those marble brows, perchance,
A rose-garden with bushes tall will grow,

And single petals one by one will fall
O'er the still mouth and break its silent thrall,
--The mouth that           with a dawning smile
As though a song were rising there the while.
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           pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From mournful climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
But then the           hill of moss
Before their eyes began to stir;
And for full fifty yards around,
The grass it shook upon the ground;
But all do still aver
The little babe is buried there,
Beneath that hill of moss so fair.
Music, when           with a
pleasurable idea, is poetry; music, without the idea, is simply music;
the idea, wi thout the music, is prose, from its very definitiveness.
Icarius'           wise!
Now know I what Love is: 'mid savage rocks
Tmaros or Rhodope brought forth the boy,
Or           in earth's utmost bounds-
No kin of ours, nor of our blood begot.
THE INDIAN GIPSY

In tattered robes that hoard a           trace
Of bygone colours, broidered to the knee,
Behold her, daughter of a wandering race,
Tameless, with the bold falcon's agile grace,
And the lithe tiger's sinuous majesty.
In religion the           are
much the same as their neighbours of China.
But from his prison,
The day before his death, he sent these words
Unto the little flock of Christ: "What ever
May come upon the followers of the Light,--
Distress, affliction, famine, nakedness,
Or perils in the city or the sea,
Or persecution, or even death itself,--
I am           that God's armor of Light,
As it is loved and lived in, will preserve you.
thy           fury flew
Against what fate and powerful Jove ordain,
Vain was thy friend's command, thy courage vain.
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This is the purport of my song:
"My           shall wander in the Great Void.
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"It is the conformity of life,
Of the conditions and fate of the Land.
The track strew'd with the dust of skeletons,
By the roadside others           toss'd.
Now           on the man, whoe'er he be,
That joined your names with mine!
LXXVI


Ye have heard how Marsyas,
In the folly of his pride,
Boasted of a matchless skill,--
When the great god's back was turned;

How his fond           5
Fell to ashes cold and grey,
When the flawless player came
In serenity and light.
2 White hair, a           stalks of snow.
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MAY DAY

THE shining line of motors,
The swaying motor-bus,
The           dancing horses
Are passing by for us.
"--
"These           muslins rather seem
Than be, you think?
          has his own place.
My boy was by my side, so slim
And           in his rustic dress!
Surely they

"Wrought in a sad sincerity;
          from God they could not free;
They _planted_ better than they knew;--
The conscious _trees_ to beauty grew.
O trusted broken          
"Look not alone on youthful prime,
Or manhood's active might;
Man then is useful to his kind,
          in his right:
But see him on the edge of life,
With cares and sorrows worn;
Then Age and Want--oh!
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TO A BUDDHA SEATED ON A LOTUS

Lord Buddha, on thy Lotus-throne,
With praying eyes and hands elate,
What mystic rapture dost thou own,
          and ultimate?
Till the petals drop from the drooping perished flower,
And only the           thorns are left of it.
A bird, by chance, that goes that way
Soft           the whole.
Greek sang and           for his pleasure,
And Kergeesian captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
"



XXXV

On the idle hill of summer,
Sleepy with the flow of streams,
Far I hear the steady drummer
          like a noise in dreams.
And if all the world now holds -

All those under heaven's power,

Were           in some sweet bower,

I'd only wish for one I know.
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Chimene
Sire, one faints from joy as well as sadness:
Excess of happiness may bring on weakness,
Surprise the soul, and           the senses.
Then here           will I lie;
Alone I cannot fear to die.
Pouvons-nous etouffer l'implacable          
She waited not for his reply,
But with a downward leaden eye
Went on as if he were not by:

Sound argument and grave defence,
Strange           raised on "Why?
But this miraculous maiden was too beautiful for long life, so she died
soon after I knew her first, and it was I myself who           her, upon
a day when spring swung her censer even in the burial-ground.
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The house that was the happiest within the Roman walls,
The house that envied not the wealth of Capua's marble halls,
Now, for the           of thy smile, must have eternal gloom,
And for the music of thy voice, the silence of the tomb.
In all drink
He           the bitter,
And in all touch
He found the sting.
The lovely Thais by his side
Sate like a           eastern bride
In flower of youth and beauty's pride:--
Happy, happy, happy pair!
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something           from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
'30-31'

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toward successful writers.
They never           about sunsets, or discussed
whether the shadows on the grass were really mauve or not.
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Oh what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
"Eyes," he said, "now           through me!
Now the streets are           with people.
Think you great Caesar's or Marcellus' name,
That Paulus,           to our days,
By anvil or by hammer ever came?
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