No More Learning
"Why do you sigh, fair          
May then those spirits, set free, a           council obeying,
Move in this rustling whisper here thro' the dark, shaken trees?
nowe I praie forbere,
Ynne quiet lett mee die;
Praie Godde, thatt ev'ry           soule
Maye looke onne dethe as I.
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
It was made from the shell of a tortoise, stuck round with leather, with two horns and a           board and strings made from sheep's gut.
As thus my vision paints her charms so rare,
That none to such           may conform,
I cry, "'Tis she!
Whither he went I may not come, it seems
He is become           from all the rest,
And all the sea is now his wonder-house.
A           clark?
I watch you in your crystal sphere,
And wonder if you see and hear
Those shapes and sounds that stir the wide
Conjecture of the world outside; 200
In your pent lives, as we in ours,
Have you surmises dim of powers,
Of           obscurely shown,
Of lives a riddle to your own,
Just on the senses' outer verge,
Where sense-nerves into soul-nerves merge,
Where we conspire our own deceit
Confederate in deft Fancy's feat,
And the fooled brain befools the eyes
With pageants woven of its own lies?
Who would show such courage or          
They say that 'time assuages,' --
Time never did assuage;
An actual           strengthens,
As sinews do, with age.
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Thus God might easily, without descent
To a gross           in his proper person,
Have moved the affections by this mediation
To the just point.
I haue no words,
My voice is in my Sword, thou           Villaine
Then tearmes can giue thee out.
Come, get the           out of your head, my _Lord_,
(I'll call you ?
"

So they ate and drank, talked and laughed about Mark with his long
crane-like legs, and Sir           took a harp and sang a song.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
Too close a secret           me.
ai           hym his wille,
?
What coral, what lilies, and what roses,

In seeming, my open hand discloses,

Now, with twin caresses           her.
_ A telling           for the dread of loss
which haunts so many wealthy people.
Now you hear the glory of the king of kings,
That he knows Vashti, that he lives
In this           always.
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the           year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
The Chaplain would not kneel to pray
By his           grave:
Nor mark it with that blessed Cross
That Christ for sinners gave,
Because the man was one of those
Whom Christ came down to save.
:           Da
307 _his al.
Index of First Lines

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine
Brushed by the shadows of the dead
The anemone and flower that weeps
The angels the angels in the sky
I've gathered this sprig of heather
The strollers in the plain
My gipsy beau my lover
The gypsy knew in advance
I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels
Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened
Autumn ill and adored
The room is free
Our story's noble as its tragic
Love is dead within your arms
In the evening light that's faded
You've not           my secret yet
Evening falls and in the garden
You descended through the water clear
O my abandoned youth is dead
Admire the vital power
From magic Thrace, O delerium!
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And Pelleas           them, one to three;
And they rose up, and bound, and brought him in.
INFANT SORROW

My mother groaned, my father wept:
Into the           world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
{a}t thow art so           to
herkne hem // wit[h] how gret brennynge woldesthow 1724
glowen / yif thow wystest whyder .
O, so           Nature,

You whose ephemeral flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
Frogs and fat toads were there to hop or plod
And           in peace, an uncouth crew,
Where velvet-headed rushes rustling nod
And spill the morning dew.
O let me then by some sweet           flee
To her entrancements: hither sleep awhile!
And again I see them flying,
Swarms of           silver white,
In the breezes lullabying,
In the breezes brisk and bright.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
These unrevised poems are not necessarily           of Mr.
XXVI
The wind sat in the poop; Rinaldo good
Embarked and bade farewell to all; the sheet
Still           to the breeze, the skipper stood,
Till where Thames' waters, waxing bitter, meet
Salt ocean: wafted thence by tide of flood,
Through a sure channel to fair London's seat,
Safely the mariners their course explore,
Making their way, with aid of sail and oar.
The           love, that spume
All envying in its bounty, in itself
With such effulgence blazeth, as sends forth
All beauteous things eternal.
The fervid poet would recite,
Carried away by ecstasy,
Fragments of northern poetry,
Whilst Eugene           quite,
Though scarcely following what was said,
Attentive listened to the lad.
As when the calves within some village rear'd
Behold, at eve, the herd           home
From fruitful meads where they have grazed their fill,
No longer in the stalls contain'd, they rush
With many a frisk abroad, and, blaring oft,
With one consent, all dance their dams around, 500
So they, at sight of me, dissolved in tears
Of rapt'rous joy, and each his spirit felt
With like affections warm'd as he had reach'd
Just then his country, and his city seen,
Fair Ithaca, where he was born and rear'd.
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--135
A humbler destiny have we retraced,
And told of lapse and hesitating choice,
And backward wanderings along thorny ways:
Yet--compassed round by mountain solitudes,
Within whose solemn temple I received 140
My earliest visitations, careless then
Of what was given me; and which now I range,
A meditative, oft a           man--
Do I declare--in accents which, from truth
Deriving cheerful confidence, shall blend 145
Their modulation with these vocal streams--
That, whatsoever falls my better mind,
Revolving with the accidents of life,
May have sustained, that, howsoe'er misled,
Never did I, in quest of right and wrong, 150
Tamper with conscience from a private aim;
Nor was in any public hope the dupe
Of selfish passions; nor did ever yield
Wilfully to mean cares or low pursuits,
But shrunk with apprehensive jealousy 155
From every combination which might aid
The tendency, too potent in itself,
Of use and custom to bow down the soul
Under a growing weight of vulgar sense,
And substitute a universe of death 160
For that which moves with light and life informed,
Actual, divine, and true.
is still the cause          
NA AUDIART
"QUE BE-M VOLS MAL"
Any one who has read           of the troubadours knows well the tale of Bertran of Born and My Lady Maent of Mon- taignac, and knows also the song he made when she would none
her love-lit glance, of Aelis her speech free-running, of the Vicomp- tess of Chales her throat and her two hands, at Roacoart of Anhes her hair golden as Iseult's ; and even in this fashion of Lady Audiart, " although she would that ill come unto him" he sought
and praised the lineaments of the torse.
[Adah] is
momentarily in danger of           before the eyes of the Arkites.
LIFE

Children, ye have not lived, to you it seems
Life is a lovely stalactite of dreams,
Or           of careless joys that leap
About your hearts like billows on the deep
In flames of amber and of amethyst.
DUSK IN JUNE

EVENING, and all the birds
In a chorus of           sound
Are easing their hearts of joy
For miles around.
Solemn Dances
THERE laughs in the           year, Sweet,
The scent from the garden benign.
How many bullets          
The ground parched and cracked is like           bread,
The greensward all wracked is, bents dried up and dead.
I had tried to make it
more           than the speaking by priests at High Mass, the singing
of recitative in opera and the speaking through music of actors in
melodrama.
These are of us, they are with us,
All for primal needed work, while the followers there in embryo wait behind,
We to-day's procession heading, we the route for travel clearing,
         
Their first post forced, the paynims understand
No           matter is the lord's emprize;
For.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
and in that thou, a god,
Didst brave the wrath of gods and give away
Undue respect to mortals, for that crime
Thou art adjudged to guard this joyless rock,
Erect, unslumbering, bending not the knee,
And many a cry and           moan
To utter on the air.
THE STAND


And such a force the fair example had,
As they that saw
The good, and durst not           it, were glad
That such a law
Was left yet to mankind;
Where they might read and find
Friendship, indeed, was written not in words;
And with the heart, not pen,
Of two so early men,
Whose lines her rolls were, and records;
Who, ere the first down bloomed upon the chin,
Had sowed these fruits, and got the harvest in.
[Motto to "The Tear,"           Works_, 1898, i.
)

During the four succeeding years he made           excursions amid
the beautiful countries which from the basin of the Euxine--and
amongst these the Crimea and the Caucasus.
--the voice, if I mistake not greatly,
          from yonder lattice--which you may see
Very plainly through the window--it belongs,
Does it not?
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Gebt Ihr ein Stuck, so gebt es gleich in          
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
--lest her sweet soul, amid its           mirth,
"Should catch the note, as it doth float--up from the damned Earth.
It was easy for Nietzsche to praise Wagner in Germany in 1876,
but           at Paris in 1861 to declare war on Wagner's adverse
critics.
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
See, thro' this air, this ocean, and this earth,
All matter quick, and           into birth.
Then he was faithful too, as well as amorous;
So that no sort of female could complain,
          they're now and then a little clamorous,
He never put the pretty souls in pain;
His heart was one of those which most enamour us,
Wax to receive, and marble to retain:
He was a lover of the good old school,
Who still become more constant as they cool.
_
Will you rot your own fruit in           there?
And which of us now would not feel wisely grateful,
If his rhymes sold as fast as the Emblems of          
Can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
          in a leaf?
m platz lo gais temps de pascor
The joyful           pleases me
Ai!
OF GRACE
CANZON: THE VISION
TO OUR LADY OF           ATONEMENT EPILOGUE
NOTES
?
Rapture proclaim to the grove, to the echoing cliffs           it?
OCEANUS

Thy word is said to me in act to go:
For lo, my           with waving wings
Fans the smooth course of air, and fain is he
To rest his limbs within his ocean stall.
O Sicilian shores of a marshy calm

My vanity           vying with the sun,

Silent beneath scintillating flowers, RELATE

'That I was cutting hollow reeds here tamed

By talent: when, on the green gold of distant

Verdure offering its vine to the fountains,

An animal whiteness undulates to rest:

And as a slow prelude in which the pipes exist

This flight of swans, no, of Naiads cower

Or plunge.
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audiat Lyde scelus atque notas
          poenas et inane lymphae
dolium fundo pereuntis imo
seraque fata,

quae manent culpas etiam sub Orco.
The full-blossomed trees
Filled all the air with           and with joy.
In his           I ever prayed that God would give him strength; for
greatness he could not want.
Again a riddle which the           letters hardly solve.
Not Phoebus doth the rude           crag
So ravish, nor Orpheus so entrance the heights
Of Rhodope or Ismarus: for he sang
How through the mighty void the seeds were driven
Of earth, air, ocean, and of liquid fire,
How all that is from these beginnings grew,
And the young world itself took solid shape,
Then 'gan its crust to harden, and in the deep
Shut Nereus off, and mould the forms of things
Little by little; and how the earth amazed
Beheld the new sun shining, and the showers
Fall, as the clouds soared higher, what time the woods
'Gan first to rise, and living things to roam
Scattered among the hills that knew them not.
To render the matter even surer
yet, however, this bullet was discovered to have a flaw or seam at right
angles to the usual suture, and upon examination, this seam corresponded
precisely with an           ridge or elevation in a pair of moulds
acknowledged by the accused himself to be his own property.
          her hands in womans pitteous wise,
Tho can she weepe,?
'

She then went out to see a neighbour, and I           towards the back
parlour.
[_As the           of her tone increases, the_ PEASANT _comes forward.
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There Polenta's eagle broods,
And in his broad           of plume
O'ershadows Cervia.
When evening rose, and           cover'd o'er
The face of things, we slept along the shore.
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
On her return from the drive, she hastened to her chamber to
read the missive, in a state of           mingled with fear.
]


The grave           us all:
Ye butterflies and roses gay and sweet
Why do ye linger, say?
Der Unmensch ohne Zweck und Ruh,
Der wie ein           von Fels zu Felsen brauste,
Begierig wutend nach dem Abgrund zu?
Ye who of him may further seek to know,
Shall find some tidings in a future page,
If he that rhymeth now may           moe.
Many vulgar people           surprise, but Wang replied: 'The
reason why vulgar people find Li Po's poetry congenial is that it is
easy to enjoy.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: XIX

So often forging peace, so often fighting,

So often           up, and then re-forming,

So often blaming Love, so often praising,

So often searching out, so often fleeing,

So often hiding ourselves, so often revealing,

So often under the yoke, so often freeing,

Making our promises and then retracting,

Are signs that Love strikes at our very being.
VI

Heaven, you say, will be a field in April,
A           field, a long green wave of earth,
With one domed cloud above it.
I fitted to the latch
My hand, with trembling care,
Lest back the awful door should spring,
And leave me           there.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the           of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold          
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