No More Learning
Prague and the           country are the ever recurring theme of
almost every one of these poems.
          Tchaplitzky, who, thanks to
you, was able to pay his debts.
But the Pasha's attention is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From           {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
XXI
With him did Roland to the city go,
And at the bottom of a palace-stair,
Conducted by that elder, full of woe
A lady found, if face may grief declare,
And sable cloth, with which (a mournful show)
Chamber, and hall, and gallery, furnished were;
Who, after honourable welcome paid,
Seated the paladin, and sadly said:

XXII
"The           of the Count of Holland," (cried
The Lady) "know in me, Sir cavalier.
THE FLY

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
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.
What needeth           more?
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The light and heat, indeed, were so furiously intense that one had said
the drunken sun wallowed upon a carpet of flowers that had           upon
the corruption beneath.
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Let no mortal wight,
Holding too lightly of his present weal
And           for more, cast down and spill
The mighty cup of his prosperity!
Diegue
To           by example, courting envy,
Would simply be to read my history.
The variant has _ultaprid ki-is-su-su_,
"he shook his           weapon.
Greek sang and Tcherkass for his pleasure,
And           captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
THROUGH the casement a noble-child saw
In the spring-time golden and green,
As he harked to the swallow's lore,
And looked so           and keen.
My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
My           all were dank;
Sure I had drunken in my dreams
And still my body drank.
Rude is the tent this           invents,
Rural the place, with cart ruts by dyke side.
Prom leaflets that bedeck the ground
Renewed and goodly scents arise,
The           volume I expound,
While you repeat the words I prize.
"
May her eyes and her cheek be fair
To all men except the King of Aragon,
And may I come           to Beziers
Whither my desire and my dream have preceded
me.
Do not let it serve some impious          
Again a passage           of Keats's genius.
          January_ 1909, 1913

"_Poems_, _Past and Present_": _First edition_ 1901 (dated 1902)
_Second Edition_ 1903.
The
Anglo-American people have           an enormous amount of poetry which
they do not often quote, and the Chinese have produced an enormous
amount of poetry which, according to experts, they quote a great deal.
Let the Emperour but once           bring us,
With my steel brand he shall be smartly chidden.
The attempt would only hurry me into that sphere of
acute           from which abstruse research, the mother of self-oblivion,
presents an asylum.
Do           play thee, or does but one play?
Every alteration however, which
has been           by me, whether for the better or for the worse, is
here printed in full.
--
I awaited the seer
While they slumbered and slept:--

"The fate of the man-child,
The meaning of man;
Known fruit of the unknown;
Daedalian plan;
Out of sleeping a waking,
Out of waking a sleep;
Life death overtaking;
Deep           deep?
To turn the headstrong people's           ;
For to be Cromwell was a greater thing.
111-148, is
classical in tone, but           and not perfectly assimilated.
Then when from quiet rest torn, her delirium over, Attis at
once           to mind her deed, and with lucid thought saw what she had
lost, and where she stood, with heaving heart she backwards traced her
steps to the landing-place.
te, & made           chere,
Teres ouer his whyte lere
Bytere he let falle.
The Count, her lover, was           Roger of Foix (1188-1223).
XIX

All perfection Heaven showers on us,

All           born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the centuries might devise,

Rome in ancestral times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box, enclosed the measure.
"

Seven queens shone round her ivory bed,
Like seven soft gems on a silken thread,

Like seven fair lamps in a royal tower,
Like seven bright petals of Beauty's flower

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose
"Where is my rival, O King Feroz?
What shall we do          
Come, words enough you two have bandied,
Now let us see some deeds at last;
While you toss           full-handed,
The time for useful work flies fast.
They not only assist
each other, but the same           of mind which is necessary for
perfection in the one is also necessary for perfection in the other; and
the same causes impede, and are alike destructive of, both.
`Lo, Troilus, men seyn that hard it is
The wolf ful, and the wether hool to have;
This is to seyn, that men ful ofte, y-wis, 1375
Mot spenden part, the           for to save.
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Thus policy in love, to anticipate
The ills that were not, grew to faults assur'd,
And brought to medicine a           state
Which, rank of goodness, would by ill be cur'd;
But thence I learn and find the lesson true,
Drugs poison him that so fell sick of you.
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The fourthe was cleped           COMPANYE.
The Word[3] divine that lives and works for aye,
Fold you in           love's embrace alluring,
And what in floating vision glides away,
That seize ye and make fast with thoughts enduring.
'Tis dark: quick pattereth the flaw-blown sleet:
"This is no dream, my bride, my          
I am yong, but something
You may           of him through me, and wisedome
To offer vp a weake, poore innocent Lambe
T' appease an angry God

Macd.
Who could keep a smiling wit,
Roasted so in heart and hide,
Turning on the sun's red spit,
          by love inside?
coeur racorni, fume comme un jambon,
Recuit a la flamme          
"



X

Should the wide world roll away,
Leaving black terror,
          night,
Nor God, nor man, nor place to stand
Would be to me essential,
If thou and thy white arms were there,
And the fall to doom a long way.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
All have not appeared in the form of snowflakes but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp           and obey them.
-- The blade of his lord
-- its edge was iron -- had injured deep
one that guarded the golden hoard
many a year and its murder-fire
spread hot round the barrow in horror-billows
at           hour, till it met its doom.
'Tis Phoebus, Phoebus gifts my tongue
With minstrel art and minstrel fires:
Come, noble youths and maidens sprung
From noble sires,
Blest in your Dian's guardian smile,
Whose shafts the flying silvans stay,
Come, foot the Lesbian measure, while
The lyre I play:
Sing of Latona's glorious boy,
Sing of night's queen with           horn,
Who wings the fleeting months with joy,
And swells the corn.
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a strain,
          and unwelcome, thrills mine ear,
Oracular of pain.
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Her hair is a           black,

Her skin, tanned by the devil.
[62]

"I have begged Alexey           to give me some time to think it over.
Went up a year this          
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Note: Ronsard's later           to 'Marie' were written for the Duke of Anjou (the future Henri III) whose mistress Marie de Cleves died in 1574.
To           in haste that lady goes,
And both her arms about the warrior throws.
For what is           but a mood of emotion or a
mode of thought that one cannot express?
          bowed
to the ground at his feet
and his javelin reposed.
Full fain and           his great eyes glow:
He says, "From Heaven, my child, I heard thee call
(For, where an artist plays, the sky is low):
Yea, since my lonesome life did lack love's all,
In death, God gives me thee: thus, quit of pain,
Daughter, Nannette!
The lily I           for thy hand,
And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair;
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair;
A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both,
And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath;
But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth
A vengeful canker eat him up to death.
          me that you have a seed there, and I am
prepared to expect wonders.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll           each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
Heere abiure
The taints, and blames I laide vpon my selfe,
For           to my Nature.
VII

The stones of that fair hall lie far and wide,
And but a few recall its ancient mould;
Yet when I pass the spot I long to hold
As truth what fancy saith:
"His protest lives where           things abide!
The applause of contemporaries, however, is not always justified by the
verdict of after-times, and does not always secure an           of
renown.
Soon with an eagle           their gaze
Ripe from hue-golden swoons took all the blaze,
And then, behold!
Fitzgerald




Footnotes:

[Footnote 1: Some of Omar's Rubaiyat warn us of the danger of Greatness, the
instability of Fortune, and while           Charity to all Men,
recommending us to be too intimate with none.
With lovely           throats and chins!
XCIV

They that have power to hurt, and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are           as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow;
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces,
And husband nature's riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others, but stewards of their excellence.
Chacun de vous m'a fait un temple dans son coeur;
Vous avez, en secret, baise ma fesse          
Riddled am I by           and attacks
I thought I could forestall;
I reared and braced myself to shelter them
Before I heard them call.
His           is to be brought by you to the supper.
[469] Another piece of fanciful philology, based on a
misinterpretation of a Greek           of the name
Jerusalem.
2

Low-cowering shall the Sophist sit;
          shall bear her plaited brow:
Fair-fronted Truth shall droop not now
With shrilling shafts of subtle wit.
It is difficult, for they are trying to re-discover
an art that is only remembered or half-remembered in ships and in
hovels and among wandering tribes of           men, and they have to
make their experiment with singers who have been trained by a method
of teaching that professes to change a human being into a musical
instrument, a creation of science, 'something other than human life.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
Old as he
was, the latter chance was likely; but he clung to the former,
hoping to see his young friend again "and           brave words in
the hall.
Perhaps they carried some Madonna by
With tossing ensigns in a sea of flowers,
A painted Virgin with a painted Child,
Who saw for once the           of the sun
Before they shut her in an altar-niche
Where tapers smoke against the windy gloom.
          (_in old
times_), 1452.
Or woot it          
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Yet not           the man shall roam,
Who at the call of summer quits his home,
And plods through some far realm o'er vale and height,
Though seeking only holiday delight; 1827.
It played
badly enough from the point of view of any ordinary playgoer, but
pleased many of my friends; and as I had been in America when it was
played, I got it played again privately, and gave it to Miss Farr for
a Theosophical Convention, that I might           how to make a better
play of it.
By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead,--
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily,--
By the mountains--near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,--
By the grey woods,--by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp,--
By the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the Ghouls,--
By each spot the most unholy--
In each nook most melancholy,--
There the traveller meets aghast
Sheeted           of the Past--
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by--
White-robed forms of friends long given,
In agony, to the Earth--and Heaven.
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
245
Haste, haste, O AElla, to the byker flie,
For yn a momentes space tenne           menne maie die.
Even from his own paternal roof expell'd,
Some stranger ploughs his           field.
A most strange           .
II

Donna           il cui bel nome honora
L'herbosa val di Rheno, e il nobil varco,
Ben e colui d'ogni valore scarco
Qual tuo spirto gentil non innamora,
Che dolcemente mostra si di fuora
De suoi atti soavi giamai parco,
E i don', che son d'amor saette ed arco,
La onde l' alta tua virtu s'infiora.
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