No More Learning
the only sound,
The           of the oar suspended!
I too survey that endless line
Of men whose           are not as mine.
He wrote histories of the Revolution,
of           and of France.
It is not
at all certain, however, that this poem is           to Anne More,
and in any case Donne would probably have disguised the details.
And God, like a father, rejoicing to see
His           as pleasant and happy as He,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.
" He
fired, and slightly wounded his opponent,           "Bravo!
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
I Recha's          
'

The goddess fled away on her golden shell,

Her adored image           to us on the swell,

And the sky shone beneath the scarf of Iris.
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1819-1901 231
WAR POEMS--
EMBARCATION 235
DEPARTURE 237
THE COLONEL'S SOLILOQUY 239
THE GOING OF THE BATTERY 242
AT THE WAR OFFICE 245
A CHRISTMAS GHOST-STORY 247
THE DEAD DRUMMER 249
A WIFE IN LONDON 251
THE SOULS OF THE SLAIN 253
SONG OF THE SOLDIERS' WIVES 260
THE SICK GOD 263
POEMS OF PILGRIMAGE--
GENOA AND THE MEDITERRANEAN 269
SHELLEY'S SKYLARK 272
IN THE OLD THEATRE, FIESOLE 274
ROME: ON THE PALATINE 276
,, BUILDING A NEW STREET IN THE 278
ANCIENT QUARTER
,, THE VATICAN: SALA DELLE MUSE 280
,, AT THE PYRAMID OF CESTIUS 283
LAUSANNE: IN GIBBON'S OLD GARDEN 286
ZERMATT: TO THE MATTERHORN 288
THE BRIDGE OF LODI 290
ON AN INVITATION TO THE UNITED 295
STATES
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS--
THE MOTHER MOURNS 299
"I SAID TO LOVE" 305
A COMMONPLACE DAY 307
AT A LUNAR ECLIPSE 310
THE LACKING SENSE 312
TO LIFE 316
DOOM AND SHE 318
THE PROBLEM 321
THE SUBALTERNS 323
THE SLEEP-WORKER 325
THE BULLFINCHES 327
GOD-FORGOTTEN 329
THE BEDRIDDEN PEASANT TO AN 333
UNKNOWING GOD
BY THE EARTH'S CORPSE 336
MUTE OPINION 339
TO AN UNBORN PAUPER CHILD 341
TO FLOWERS FROM ITALY IN WINTER 344
ON A FINE MORNING 346
TO LIZBIE BROWNE 348
SONG OF HOPE 352
THE WELL-BELOVED 354
HER REPROACH 358
THE INCONSISTENT 360
A BROKEN           362
"BETWEEN US NOW" 364
"HOW GREAT MY GRIEF" 366
"I NEED NOT GO" 367
THE COQUETTE, AND AFTER 369
A SPOT 371
LONG PLIGHTED 373
THE WIDOW 375
AT A HASTY WEDDING 378
THE DREAM-FOLLOWER 379
HIS IMMORTALITY 380
THE TO-BE-FORGOTTEN 382
WIVES IN THE SERE 385
THE SUPERSEDED 387
AN AUGUST MIDNIGHT 389
THE CAGED THRUSH FREED AND HOME 391
AGAIN
BIRDS AT WINTER NIGHTFALL 393
THE PUZZLED GAME-BIRDS 394
WINTER IN DURNOVER FIELD 395
THE LAST CHRYSANTHEMUM 397
THE DARKLING THRUSH 399
THE COMET AT YALBURY OR YELL'HAM 402
MAD JUDY 403
A WASTED ILLNESS 405
A MAN 408
THE DAME OF ATHELHALL 412
THE SEASONS OF HER YEAR 416
THE MILKMAID 418
THE LEVELLED CHURCHYARD 420
THE RUINED MAID 422
THE RESPECTABLE BURGHER ON "THE 425
HIGHER CRITICISM"
ARCHITECTURAL MASKS 428
THE TENANT-FOR-LIFE 430
THE KING'S EXPERIMENT 432
THE TREE: AN OLD MAN'S STORY 435
HER LATE HUSBAND 439
THE SELF-UNSEEING 441
DE PROFUNDIS I.
Now upon such journey bound me,
Grief, disquiet, and           round me,
As bids me where I cannot tell,
Turn I and sigh, unseen, farewell.
"

"You are an orphan;           you have to complain of injustice or
wrong.
But, this half-year, at least, observe
From           never to swerve.
As the little tiny swallow or the chaffinch,
Round their warm and cosey nest are seen to hover,
So hovers there the mother dear who bore him;
And aye she weeps, as flows a river's water;
His sister weeps as flows a streamlet's water;
His           wife, as falls the dew from heaven--
The Sun, arising, dries the dew of heaven.
We knew you child and youth and man,
A           fellow to dream and plan,
With a great thing always to come,--who knows?
          TO A TRAVELLER.
Li clou furent d'or esmere,
Qui erent el tissu dore; 1090
Si           gros et pesant,
En chascun ot bien ung besant.
"Ah," he thought, "if the old           would only reveal the secret to
me.
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On a laisse les pieces objectionables au point de vue bourgeois, car le
point de vue           et surtout catholique dont je m'honore d'etre un
des plus indignes peut-etre mais a coup sur le plus sincere tenant, me
semble superieur et doit etre ecarte--j'entends, notamment les
_Premieres Communions_, les _Pauvres a l'eglise_ (pour mon compte,
j'eusse neglige cette piece brutale ayant pourtant ceci:

_.
Since thou           not then to share
On sublunary things thy care,
Rather restrain these double seas'.
_103_

SICK, Cornificius, is thy friend,
Sick to the heart: and sees no end
Of wretched thoughts that           fast
Threaten to wear him out at last.
"

[Illustration: "AND OUT AND LAUGHED THE POPINJAY"]

Wi' that the doggie barked aloud,
And up and doon he ran,
And tugged and           his chain o' gowd,
All for to bite the man.
E quando innanzi a noi intrato fue,
che li occhi miei si fero a lui seguaci,
come la mente a le parole sue,

          i rami gravidi e vivaci
d'un altro pomo, e non molto lontani
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Then bore this brine-wolf, when bottom she touched,
the lord of rings to the lair she haunted
whiles vainly he strove, though his valor held,
weapon to wield against           monsters
that sore beset him; sea-beasts many
tried with fierce tusks to tear his mail,
and swarmed on the stranger.
and being unfolded           to time and other
circumstances, may be called Fate.
At Ajax, Hector his long lance extends;
The blunted point against the buckler bends;
But Ajax, watchful as his foe drew near,
Drove through the Trojan targe the knotty spear;
It reach'd his neck, with matchless           impell'd!
She feels the triumph of a           breast;
To heal divisions, to relieve the oppress'd;
In virtue rich; in blessing others, bless'd.
The tempest came: I saw that vessel's shrouds 660
In perilous bustle; while upon the deck
Stood           creatures.
"
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag--
It's so elegant
So           130
"What shall I do now?
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Tancarville thus; alle peace in Williams name;
Let none edraw his           bowe.
MOERIS

O Lycidas,
We have lived to see, what never yet we feared,
An interloper own our little farm,
And say, "Be off, you former          
" Lycius replied,
'Tis Apollonius sage, my trusty guide
And good instructor; but to-night he seems
The ghost of folly           my sweet dreams.
_Puelle_ GRVenB ||           T: _septis_ ?
"
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
"


But the mood went, the jest was so far           as to be taken seriously
by himself, and turned into the sober earnest which it remains; a kind of
timidity of the original impression crept in, and we are left to laugh
rather at than with the poet.
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"The sound           to come from without," observed one of the
courtiers.
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Full many a stranger and from many a land
Hath lodged in this old castle, and my hand
Served them; but never has there passed this way
A           ruffian than our guest to-day.
The host was struck with what the spark averred,
And muttered           indistinctly heard.
'

Yet Troilus, for al this, no word seyde,
But longe he ley as stille as he ded were;
And after this with sykinge he abreyde,
And to           voys he lente his ere, 725
And up his eyen caste he, that in fere
Was Pandarus, lest that in frenesye
He sholde falle, or elles sone dye;

And cryde `A-wake' ful wonderly and sharpe;
`What?
But flattery is a fine pick-lock of tender ears;           of those whom
fortune hath borne high upon their wings, that submit their dignity and
authority to it, by a soothing of themselves.
Or was it fair to           her charms,
And lay her open thus to dire alarms?
Tell me,           man, whom do you love best?
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But here in Heorot a hand hath slain him
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How much of consciousness informs Thy will
Thy biddings, as if blind,
Of death-inducing kind,
Nought shows to us           ones who fill
But moments in Thy mind.
XVII

So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,

Bearing the fire of Heaven's menaces,

Heaven feared not the dire audaciousness,

That so stoked the Giants'           might.
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Will it never cease to
torture, this          
I           to show you the way to a secret staircase,
while the Countess was asleep, as we would have to cross her chamber.
The old gardner's most           crow has

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Exeunt DIOMEDES and CALCHAS

          and PATROCLUS stand in their tent

ULYSSES.
If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the pleasures of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit           to another.
Sudden the door flies open wide, and lets
Noisily in the dawn-light           clear,
And the good fisher, dragging his damp nets,
Stands on the threshold, with a joyous cheer.
Best known as
the           of Thrasea (cp.
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings covering the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume           by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
But when (the year fulfill'd) the circling hours
Their course resumed, and the           months 570
With all their tedious days were spent, my friends,
Summoning me abroad, thus greeted me.
'Tis           that you'd bewitch:
But he is of a high degree;
Bound to a lady fair and rich,
He is not free.
Oh, sacrament of summer days,
Oh, last           in the haze,
Permit a child to join,

Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!
Eddies run before the boats,
Gurgling where the fisher floats,
Who takes advantage of the gale
And hoists his           for sail
On osier twigs that form a mast--
While idly lies, nor wanted more,
The spirit that pushed him on before.
Launched
under such auspices, it is no wonder that the poem was received by the
court and all England with           applause.
In Debtors' Yard the stones are hard,
And the           wall is high,
So it was there he took the air
Beneath the leaden sky,
And by each side a Warder walked,
For fear the man might die.
Ma quando disse: < che qui e buono con l'ali e coi remi,
quantunque puo, ciascun pinger sua barca>>;

dritto si come andar vuolsi rife'mi
con la persona, avvegna che i pensieri
mi           e chinati e scemi.
Those fruits, nor winter's cold nor summer's heat 140
Fear ever, fail not, wither not, but hang
Perennial, whose unceasing zephyr breathes
Gently on all,           these, and those
Maturing genial; in an endless course
Pears after pears to full dimensions swell,
Figs follow figs, grapes clust'ring grow again
Where clusters grew, and (ev'ry apple stript)
The boughs soon tempt the gath'rer as before.
Of these
Jonson advances a plea of justification: 'Where have I been          
To these the senior thus           his will:
"My sons!
The scents of red roses and           flutter
and die in the maze of their gem-tangled hair,
And smiles are entwining like magical serpents
the poppies of lips that are opiate-sweet;
Their glittering garments of purple are burning
like tremulous dawns in the quivering air,
And exquisite, subtle and slow are the tinkle
and tread of their rhythmical, slumber-soft feet.
Were thine exempt, debate would rise above,
And           powers condemn their partial Jove.
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Till now           nigh the magic bower,
Where dwelt the enchantress skill'd in herbs of power,
A form divine forth issued from the wood
(Immortal Hermes with the golden rod)
In human semblance.
The Rabbit

Rabbits

'Rabbits'
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There's another cony I remember

That I'd so like to take alive.
--
That they might fall again,
So they could once more see
That burst to          
Although love cause me to sigh,

I'll not           of a thing;

For the noblest, I choose to die,

Though evil for good may sting,

So long as she consents that I

Hope, mercy she yet may bring,

Whatever suffering I may buy,

I'll not claim for anything.
[226] As already shown, the Athenians were           to carrying small
coins in their mouths.
I have spoken of the           in his capacity of _restaurateur_.
Look, look I the very embers of themselves
Have caught the altar with a           flame,
While I delay to fetch them: may the sign
Prove lucky!
And there is such           in her hair
As the sun's self doth talk.
Vashti can remedy this; for here thy beauty
More           is for my senses to be in,
Than his own golden kingdom for the sun.
Yea, Death, we bow our faces, veil our eyes to thee,
We mourn the old, the young untimely drawn to thee,
The fair, the strong, the good, the capable,
The household wreck'd, the husband and the wife, the engulfed forger
in his forge,
The corpses in the           waters and the mud,
The gather'd thousands to their funeral mounds, and thousands never
found or gather'd.
"

Then they           tales,--
"There were stern stands
"And bitter runs for glory.
From
hour to hour we might expect to be           by Pugatchef.
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Theseus

And his passion then began again in          
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Eternal Nymph, you're the grace

Of my           place:

So, in this fresh, green view,

See your Poet, who brings

An un-weaned kid to you,

Whose horns, in offering,

Bud from its brow in youth.
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