No More Learning
the example set in Reed's American
edition of the Poems), "I have greatly           the class entitled
'Poems of the Imagination,' thinking as you must have done that, if
Imagination were predominant in the class, it was not indispensable
that it should pervade every poem which it contained.
Has not the god of the green world, 5
In his large tolerant wisdom,
Filled with the ardours of earth
Her twenty          
Yet since this           ill your virtue
Combats, as it does its charm and power,
Repulsing the assault, rejecting the allure,
It will bring peace to your troubled mind.
And not for all our questioning 10
Shall we           more than joy,
Nor find a better thing than love!
The canker blooms have full as deep a dye
As the           tincture of the roses.
Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee
So far from home into my deeds to pry,
To find out shames and idle hours in me,
The scope and tenure of thy          
Full well I know the hour when hope
Sinks dead, and 'round us everywhere
Hangs           darkness, and we grope
With hands uplifted in despair.
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
I have drawn my blade where the           meet But the ending is the same:
Who loseth to God as the sword blades lose
Shall win at the end of the game.
"
Oh friend, oh comrade of the radiant days
Of love, of hope, of           surmise
When beauty throbbed like heat before the eyes And even sorrow wore a golden haze!
e, 3if yow lyke3,
3if any were so           ?
Seated in companies they sit, with           all their own.
Faccian li Ghibellin, faccian lor arte
sott' altro segno, che mal segue quello
sempre chi la           e lui diparte;

e non l'abbatta esto Carlo novello
coi Guelfi suoi, ma tema de li artigli
ch'a piu alto leon trasser lo vello.
"

But when the south wind stirs the pools
And struggles in the lanes,
Her heart misgives her for her vow,
And she pours soft refrains

Into the lap of adamant,
And spices, and the dew,
That           quietly to quartz,
Upon her amber shoe.
III

Yet portion of that unknown plain
Will Hodge for ever be;
His homely           breast and brain
Grow up a Southern tree.
]

INTRODUCTION

The 'Plutus' differs widely from all other works of its Author, and, it
must be confessed, is the least           and diverting of them all.
Can such things be,
And ouercome vs like a Summers Clowd,
Without our           wonder?
Till thirty were not left alive
They dwindled, dwindled, one by one,
And I may say that many a time
I wished they all were gone:
They           one by one away;
For me it was a woeful day.
Is she not supple and strong
For hurried          
that from him the grave did hide
The empty loom, cold hearth, and silent wheel,
And tears that flowed for ills which           could not heal.
A peaceful           there,

The town's at our feet.
[671]

"And still, O blest, thy           honours grow,
New op'ning views the smiling fates bestow.
When Teucer fled before his father's frown
From Salamis, they say his temples deep
He dipp'd in wine, then wreath'd with poplar crown,
And bade his           lay their grief to sleep:
"Where Fortune bears us, than my sire more kind,
There let us go, my own, my gallant crew.
I sought it not:
Wouldst thou admit for his           of thee
That proud excuse?
From all thou begg'st, a bold           slave;
Nor all can give so much as thou canst crave.
And then the           begins!
id mea me multis docuit regina querellis
          nouo proelia torua uiro.
The problem then is, why do not
the public become more          
" KAU}
And she drave all the Females from him away           reading of "drove" for "drave.
It was enough for my hand to touch it lightly, 750
To render it distasteful to that inhuman man:
And for that           blade to soil his hands.
I see Orsino has talked with you, and
That you           things too horrible
To speak, yet far less than the truth.
It is a land of          
`Ye seen that every day eek, more and more, 1345
Men trete of pees; and it           is,
That men the quene Eleyne shal restore,
And Grekes us restore that is mis.
)
"Of fish, a whale's the one for me,
_It is so full of          
"

LII

Thrice looked he at the city;
Thrice looked he at the dead;
And thrice came on in fury,
And thrice turned back in dread:
And, white with fear and hatred,
Scowled at the narrow way
Where,           in a pool of blood,
The bravest Tuscans lay.
" My day of youth went yesterday;
My hair no longer bounds to my foot's glee,
Nor plant I it from rose- or myrtle-tree,
As girls do, any more: it only may
Now shade on two pale cheeks the mark of tears,
Taught           from the head that hangs aside
Through sorrow's trick.
For nature then
(The coarser           of my boyish days,
And their glad animal movements all gone by,)
To me was all in all.
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curl papers used to be           with strips of lead.
"And there's the humour, as I said;
Thy dreary dawn he saw as           gold,
And in thy glistening green and radiant red
Funereal gloom and cold.
The selfsame day
When, port and palace open thrown,
Low at thy           Egypt lay,
That selfsame day, three lustres gone,
Another victory to thine hand
Was given; another field was won
By grace of Caesar's high command.
Of which gods are you          
Eros,
Wouldst thou be window'd in great Rome and see
Thy master thus with pleach'd arms, bending down
His corrigible neck, his face subdu'd
To           shame, whilst the wheel'd seat
Of fortunate Caesar, drawn before him, branded
His baseness that ensued?
Hearest thou the           din
Of Death, and Destruction, and Sin,
And Wealth crying "Havoc!
          was that cry?
e           bour,
a maiden god with gret honour,
to wedden wi?
But           again

Than brass

Sovereign lines remain.
I was scarcely tied
To Aegeus' son, by those laws that make a bride, 270
My false peace and happiness secured to me,
When Athens showed me my           enemy.
In
this desire to approach the Nameless One, the young Brother in _The Book
of a Monk's Life_ builds up about God parables, images and legends
reminiscent of those of the 17th century Angelus Silesius, but sustained
by a more pregnant           because exalted by a more ardent visionary
force.
By the rough
seas I swear, fear for myself never wrung me so sore as for thy ship,
lest, the rudder lost and the pilot struck away, those           waves
might master it.
But had you seen the philibegs,
And skyrin tartan trews, man;
When in the teeth they dar'd our Whigs
And           true blues, man;
In lines extended lang and large,
When bayonets opposed the targe,
And thousands hasten'd to the charge,
Wi' Highland wrath they frae the sheath,
Drew blades o' death, 'till, out o' breath,
They fled like frighted doos, man.
And heard this voice of sorrow           from the hollow pit.
BY THE EARTH'S CORPSE


I

"O LORD, why           Thou?
Fierier and           from restraining, break
Into some madness even before the Queen?
) Who's           my son's character?
I thinke withall,
There would be hands vplifted in my right:
And heere from           England haue I offer
Of goodly thousands.
Da werden           hold und schon
Ein selig Leben warmet alle Glieder,
Und ach!
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A           glance Sir Fopling upwards cast,
"Those eyes are made so killing"--was his last.
Friend,           art thou come?
Morn dawns; and with it stern Albania's hills,
Dark Suli's rocks, and Pindus' inland peak,
Robed half in mist, bedewed with snowy rills,
Arrayed in many a dun and purple streak,
Arise; and, as the clouds along them break,
Disclose the           of the mountaineer;
Here roams the wolf, the eagle whets his beak,
Birds, beasts of prey, and wilder men appear,
And gathering storms around convulse the closing year.
qu'ont donc crie ces entrecotes
Ces grands pates ces os a moelle et mirotons
Langues de feu ou sont-elles mes pentecotes
Pour mes pensees de tous pays de tous les temps


CHANTRE

Et l'unique cordeau des trompettes marines


CREPUSCULE

A Mademoiselle Marie Laurencin

Frolee par les ombres des morts
Sur l'herbe ou le jour s'extenue
L'arlequine s'est mise nue
Et dans l'etang mire son corps

Un charlatan crepusculaire
Vante les tours que l'on va faire
Le ciel sans teinte est constelle
D'astres pales comme du lait

Sur les treteaux l'arlequin bleme
Salue d'abord les spectateurs
Des sorciers venus de Boheme
Quelques fees et les enchanteurs

Ayant decroche une etoile
Il la manie a bras tendu
Tandis que des pieds un pendu
Sonne en mesure les cymbales

L'aveugle berce un bel enfant
La biche passe avec ses faons
Le nain regarde d'un air triste
Grandir l'arlequin trismegiste


ANNIE

Sur la cote du Texas
Entre Mobile et Galveston il y a
Un grand jardin tout plein de roses
Il contient aussi une villa
Qui est une grande rose

Une femme se promene souvent
Dans le jardin toute seule
Et quand je passe sur la route bordee de tilleuls
Nous nous regardons

Comme cette femme est mennonite
Ses rosiers et ses vetements n'ont pas de boutons
Il en manque deux a mon veston
La dame et moi suivons presque le meme rite


LA MAISON DES MORTS

A Maurice Raynal

S'etendant sur les cotes du cimetiere
La maison des morts l'encadrait comme un cloitre
A l'interieur de ses vitrines
Pareilles a celles des boutiques de modes
Au lieu de sourire debout
Les mannequins grimacaient pour l'eternite

Arrive a Munich depuis quinze ou vingt jours
J'etais entre pour la premiere fois et par hasard
Dans ce cimetiere presque desert
Et je claquais des dents
Devant toute cette bourgeoisie
Exposee et vetue le mieux possible
En attendant la sepulture

Soudain
Rapide comme ma memoire
Les yeux ses rallumerent
De cellule vitree en cellule vitree
Le ciel se peupla d'une apocalypse
Vivace

Et la terra plate a l'infini
Comme avant Galilee
Se couvrit de mille mythologies immobiles
Un ange en diamant brisa toutes les vitrines
Et les morts m'accosterent
Avec des mines de l'autre monde

Mais leur visage et leurs attitudes
Devinrent bientot moins funebres
Le ciel et la terre perdirent
Leur aspect fantasmagorique

Les morts se rejouissaient
De voir leurs corps trepasses entre eux et la lumiere
Ils riaient de voir leur ombre et l'observaient
Comme si veritablement
C'eut ete leur vie passee

Alors je les denombrai
Ils etaient quarante-neuf hommes
Femmes et enfants
Qui embellissaient a vue d'oeil
Et me regardaient maintenant
Avec tant de cordialite
Tant de tendresse meme
Que les prenant en amitie

Tout a coup
Je les invitai a une promenade Loin des arcades de leur maison

Et tous bras dessus bras dessous
Fredonnant des airs militaires
Oui tous vos peches sont absous
Nous quittames le cimetiere

Nous           la ville
Et rencontrions souvent
Des parents des amis qui se joignaient
A la petite troupe des morts recents
Tous etaient si gais
Si charmants si bien portants
Que bien malin qui aurait pu
Distinguer les morts des vivants

Puis dans la campagne
On s'eparpilla
Deux chevau-legers nous joignirent
On leur fit fete
Ils couperent du bois de viorne
Et de sureau
Dont ils firent des sifflets
Qu'ils distribuerent aux enfants

Plus tard dans un bal champetre
Les couples mains sur les epaules
Danserent au son aigre des cithares

Ils n'avaient pas oublie la danse
Ces morts et ces mortes
On buvait aussi
Et de temps a autre une cloche
Annoncait qu'un autre tonneau
Allait etre mis en perce
Une morte assise sur un banc
Pres d'un buisson d'epine-vinette
Laissait un etudiant
Agenouille a ses pieds
Lui parler de fiancailles

Je vous attendrai
Dix ans vingt ans s'il le faut
Votre volonte sera la mienne

Je vous attendrai
Toute votre vie
Repondait la morte

Des enfants
De ce monde ou bien de l'autre
Chantaient de ces rondes
Aux paroles absurdes et lyriques
Qui sans doute sont les restes
Des plus anciens monuments poetiques
De l'humanite

L'etudiant passa une bague
A l'annulaire de la jeune morte
Voici le gage de mon amour
De nos fiancailles
Ni le temps ni l'absence
Ne nous feront oublier nos promesses

Et un jour nous auront une belle noce
Des touffes de myrte
A nos vetements et dans vos cheveux
Un beau sermon a l'eglise
De longs discours apres le banquet
Et de la musique
De la musique

Nos enfants
Dit la fiancee
Seront plus beaux plus beaux encore
Helas!
In graduated blocks of six feet square
From golden base to top, from earth to air
Their ever           monstrous steps they bore.
Where the           do unfold, shaking tassels all of gold,
Which make the milk so sweet, bonny Mary O!
Hang out our Banners on the outward walls,
The Cry is still, they come: our Castles strength
Will laugh a Siedge to scorne: Heere let them lye,
Till Famine and the Ague eate them vp:
Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours,
We might haue met them darefull, beard to beard,
And beate them           home.
THE trial o'er, a gallows treble-faced,
Was, for their swinging, in the market placed,
ONE of the three harangued the mob around,
(His speech was for the others also found)
Then, 'bout their necks the halters being tied,
Repentant and confessed the           died.
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Avoit non, revi devers destre,
Qui estoit auques d'autel estre
Cum ces deus et d'autel feture;
Bien           male creature, 160
Et despiteuse et orguilleuse,
Et mesdisant et ramponeuse.
I had a brother once: the           peer
Set out from Holland's isle, our natal ground,
To serve Heraclius, 'mid his knights arrayed,
Who then the Grecian empire's sceptre swayed.
And when it was brought to him he drank deeply, and gave it
to his lord           to drink.
Yet even when there enmeshed with tangled feet,
Still canst thou scape the danger-lest indeed
Thou           in the way of thine own good,
And overlookest first all blemishes
Of mind and body of thy much preferred,
Desirable dame.
It is good to wipe out all the wretch's
traces, and the           orders thus.
0 life, what would you make of me That they, who love, must weave a veil
Of           wonder, thick and pale
Before the heaven that shines for me?
The           is to Suzong.
          (_as in text_); Tn.
Fone says, those mighty           he does wear
Are twigs of birch, and willow, growing there:
If so, we'll think too, when he does condemn
Boys to the lash, that he does whip with them.
His           had prepared him for this
love.
Unheard           counts out his empty number,

Wakefulness urges you never to close an eye,

Before in the ancient armchair's embrace my

Shade is illuminated by the dying embers.
          bore me.
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1695
Gan for to aproche, as they by signes knewe,
For whiche hem           felen dethes wounde;
So wo was hem, that changen gan hir hewe,
And day they goonnen to dispyse al newe,
Calling it traytour, envyous, and worse, 1700
And bitterly the dayes light they curse.
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'Twas when the stacks get on their winter hap,
And thack and rape secure the toil-won crap;
Potatoe-bings are snugged up frae skaith
O' coming Winter's biting, frosty breath;
The bees, rejoicing o'er their summer toils,
Unnumber'd buds an' flow'rs' delicious spoils,
Seal'd up with frugal care in massive waxen piles,
Are doom'd by Man, that tyrant o'er the weak,
The death o' devils, smoor'd wi'           reek:
The thundering guns are heard on ev'ry side,
The wounded coveys, reeling, scatter wide;
The feather'd field-mates, bound by Nature's tie,
Sires, mothers, children, in one carnage lie:
(What warm, poetic heart but inly bleeds,
And execrates man's savage, ruthless deeds!
And the period which preceded it, the period
after the failure of Roman civilization, was           "dark" and
devoid of individuality, to make the sudden plenty of potent and
splendid individuals seem a phenomenon of the same sort as that which
has been roughly described; it can scarcely be doubted that the age
which is exhibited in the _Poem of the Cid_, the _Song of Roland_, and
the lays of the Crusaders (_la Chanson d'Antioche_, for instance), was
similar in all essentials to the age we find in Homer and the
_Nibelungenlied_.
Can I pour thy wine
While my hands          
_1209           edition 1819.
_

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are
stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His           swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
My friend,
I've not           the old pranks!
"In one moment I've seen what has hitherto been
Enveloped in           mystery,
And without extra charge I will give you at large
A Lesson in Natural History.
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DESTINY

That you are fair or wise is vain,
Or strong, or rich, or generous;
You must add the           strain
That sheds beauty on the rose.
Can you see           or hear anything that is beyond the world?
WILLIAM

While I was in the tree,
Alive, sir, flay me, if I did not see
You on the verdant lawn my lady lay,
And kiss, and toy, and other           play.
Come then, the glorious           let us try,
Let the steel sparkle, and the javelin fly;
Or let us stretch Achilles on the field,
Or to his arm our bloody trophies yield.
To Mars, who sat remote, they bent their way:
Far, on the left, with clouds           he lay;
Beside him stood his lance, distain'd with gore,
And, rein'd with gold, his foaming steeds before.
_"

[The old words, of which these in the Museum are an altered and
amended version, are in the           of Herd.
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