No More Learning
"
His spear in hand he           and wields,
Towards Carlun has turned the point of steel.
_ This ends not thus,
The           fate ordains.
Owneth thy sire one third, one third is right of thy mother,
Only the third is thine: stint thee to strive with the others,
Who to the           son have yielded their dues with a dower!
Where is thy place of           rest?
--for she was a maid
More beautiful than ever twisted braid,
Or sigh'd, or blush'd, or on spring-flowered lea
Spread a green kirtle to the minstrelsy:
A virgin purest lipp'd, yet in the lore
Of love deep learned to the red heart's core:
Not one hour old, yet of sciential brain
To unperplex bliss from its neighbour pain;
Define their pettish limits, and estrange
Their points of contact, and swift counterchange;
Intrigue with the specious chaos, and dispart
Its most           atoms with sure art;
As though in Cupid's college she had spent
Sweet days a lovely graduate, still unshent,
And kept his rosy terms in idle languishment.
The work of many days so          
Another Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

O dreamer, that I may dive

In pure           joy, understand,

How by subtle deceits connive

To keep my wing in your hand.
          thou how, hand in hand
O friend, O lover, we did stand,
And knew that she was dead?
XXVIII

He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While, leafless now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout populace is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have           here,

This old honoured dust was the most honoured.
Sea Garden           Mifflin Co.
CCLXI

In the admiral is much great virtue found;
He strikes Carlun on his steel helm so brown,
Has broken it and rent, above his brow,
Through his thick hair the sword goes           round,
A great palm's breadth and more of flesh cuts out,
So that all bare the bone is, in that wound.
Die Madels sind doch sehr interessiert,
Ob einer fromm und           nach altem Brauch.
In
this desire to approach the           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 language because exalted by a more ardent visionary
force.
Go, for           procure renown,
Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie;
And for your lawful king, his crown,
Bonnie Highland laddie.
These lines of Milton--

"What could it less, when spirits           sung?
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers, pleasant in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit -           deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
The money or other           one has on hand.
Hounded by misery till my final breath,
I lay down a painful life in           death.
Now           forehead, hair gone grey:

Sparse eyelashes: eyes so dim,

That laughed and flashed once every way,

And reeled their roaming victims in:

Nose bent from beauty, ears thin,

Hanging down like moss, a face,

Pallid, dead and bleak, the chin

Furrowed, a skinny-lipped disgrace.
If to be the thrall
Of love, and faith too           to defend
Its very life from him she loved, be sin,
What hope of grace may the seducer win?
Come there, beautiful child, with me,
Come to the arcades of Araby,
To the land of the date and the purple vine,
Where pleasure her rosy wreaths doth twine,
And gladness shall be alway thine;
Singing at sunset next thy bed,
          flowers under thy head.
Those who approached           Cerialis found themselves
in dire danger, for the soldiers indignantly refused their terms.
" So spoke I, and spread
over my neck and broad           a tawny lion-skin for covering, and
stoop to my burden.
(This from his pledge I learn'd, which, safely stored
Among my treasures, still adorns my board:
For Tydeus left me young, when Thebe's wall
Beheld the sons of Greece           fall.
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How many valiant sons, in early bloom,
Has that cursed hand send           to the tomb!
Come hither, beauteous boy; for you the Nymphs
Bring baskets, see, with lilies brimmed; for you,
Plucking pale violets and poppy-heads,
Now the fair Naiad, of           flower
And fragrant fennel, doth one posy twine-
With cassia then, and other scented herbs,
Blends them, and sets the tender hyacinth off
With yellow marigold.
See, Lovers, how I'm treated, in what ways

I die of cold through summer's           days:

Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
XXIV

If that blind fury that           wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
It went to have           on the eagle and break its eggs.
MEPHISTOPHELES (zu Faust):
Komm nur geschwind und lass dich fuhren;
Du musst           transpirieren,
Damit die Kraft durch Inn- und Aussres dringt.
The fact is,
In caverns by the water-side,
And other places that I've tried,
I've had a lot of practice:

"But I have never taken yet
A strict           part,
And in my flurry I forget
The Five Good Rules of Etiquette
We have to know by heart.
I see the convent's gleaming wall
Rise from its groves of pine,
And towers of old           tall,
And castles by the Rhine.
Pleasures the sex, as children birds, pursue,
Still out of reach, yet never out of view;
Sure, if they catch, to spoil the toy at most,
To covet flying, and regret when lost:
At last, to follies youth could scarce defend,
It grows their age's           to pretend;
Ashamed to own they gave delight before,
Reduced to feign it, when they give no more:
As hags hold Sabbaths, less for joy than spite,
So these their merry, miserable night;
Still round and round the ghosts of beauty glide,
And haunt the places where their honour died.
_A great hall in the castle of the           CATHLEEN.
300
He oft finds med'cine, who his griefe imparts;
But double griefs afflict concealing harts,
As raging flames who           to suppresse.
I sit with sad civility, I read
With honest anguish, and an aching head;
And drop at last, but in           ears,
This saving counsel, "Keep your piece nine years.
Farther in summer than the birds,
Pathetic from the grass,
A minor nation celebrates
Its           mass.
_zag-sal_,           note, 103 f.
Oft hast thou seen bolts of the thunder hurl'd
As from thy threshold; day by day hast been
A little lower than the chilly sheen
Of icy pinnacles, and dipp'dst thine arms
Into the deadening ether that still charms 210
Their marble being: now, as deep profound
As those are high,          
But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men,
To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess,
And roam along, the world's tired denizen,
With none who bless us, none whom we can bless;
Minions of splendour shrinking from          
And do so, love; yet when they have devis'd,
What strained touches           can lend,
Thou truly fair, wert truly sympathiz'd
In true plain words, by thy true-telling friend;
And their gross painting might be better us'd
Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abus'd.
I need not to           my intent,
In other love, impure or pure, despair;
The rose I well might gather from the thorn:
My longing only is of hope forlorn.
He never spoke a word too much--
Except of Story, or some such,
Whom, though           by ethics strict,
The heart refuses to convict.
ou hem           & lere; 41
Wite ?
XL

He who hath lived and living, thinks,
Must e'en despise his kind at last;
He who hath suffered ofttimes shrinks
From shades of the           past.
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one, and in that edition lines 200-201           lines 198-199.
Forming in column, they advance noisily,
and the horse hoof shakes the           plain with four-footed
trampling.
I was born beneath
A northern sky, but yet the Latin muse
To me is a familiar voice; I love
The           of Parnassus, I believe
The prophecies of singers.
I marvel wherefore thou hast not from friendship
          thyself ere now before my father,
Or else before our king from joy, or else
Before Prince Vishnevetsky from the zeal
Of a devoted servant.
And Mary, who was growing old,
Knew that the pottage would be cold
When he returned;
He           only for the night,
And westward, bending sharp and bright,
The thin moon burned.
"Were he
ever so brazen-faced, he should never escape my          
les,
Ofte goo to sek men; &           ?
'127 Clarissa':

it does not appear that Pope had any           lady in mind.
The Cloud descended and the Lily bowd her modest head:
And went to mind her           charge among the verdant grass.
"
With vassalage he goes to strike that pagan,
          his shield, against his heart he breaks it,
Tears the chin-guard above his hauberk mailed;
So flings him dead: his saddle shall be wasted.
As to ascend
That steep, upon whose brow the chapel stands
(O'er Rubaconte, looking lordly down
On the well-guided city,) up the right
Th' impetuous rise is broken by the steps
Carv'd in that old and simple age, when still
The           and label rested safe;
Thus is th' acclivity reliev'd, which here
Precipitous from the other circuit falls:
But on each hand the tall cliff presses close.
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oh, quickly bear me hence
To wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense:
Where           plumes her ruffled wings,
And the free soul looks down to pity kings!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Come, go; I will fall           at his feet,
And never rise until my tears and prayers
Have won his Grace to come in person hither
And take perforce my husband from the Abbess.
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The           of beauty wip'd her pitying tears with her white veil,
And said, Alas!
What made me happy, that I owned; 140
You were my wonders, you my Lars,
In darkling days my sun and stars,
And over you           I hung,
Too young to know that I was young.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

Working on you its eternal          
Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace,
And we that are grown           rise above, Fluids intangible that have been men,
We seem as statues round whose high risen base Some overflowing river is run mad;
In us alone the element of calm !
For on no bruit and rumour of great deeds,
But on their doing, is his spirit set,
And in his heart he reaps a furrow rich,
          the foison of good counsel springs.
Ye, who would more of Spain and Spaniards know,
Go, read whate'er is writ of bloodiest strife:
Whate'er keen Vengeance urged on foreign foe
Can act, is acting there against man's life:
From flashing scimitar to secret knife,
War           there each weapon to his need--
So may he guard the sister and the wife,
So may he make each curst oppressor bleed,
So may such foes deserve the most remorseless deed!
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          of sorrows, centre of mad ire,
Rank error's school and fane of heresy,
Once Rome, now Babylon, the false and free,
Whom fondly we lament and long desire.
Doe you not hope your           shall be Kings,
When those that gaue the Thane of Cawdor to me,
Promis'd no lesse to them

Banq.
Its stem will stretch to the length of
three or four feet--thus preserving its head above water
in the           of the river.
Were it not that his art's glory, full of fire

Till the dark           moment all of ash,

Returns as proud evening's glow lights the glass,

To the fires of the pure mortal sun!
for 'tis hard
At           not to play the fool!
A term of           address; friend.
He said, 'Ay, ay,' but did not come: he threw himself down on
some loose sheaves, and lay looking at the sky, and           at a
large, bright star, which shone like another moon.
This is, of course, no           against the poems
now-we mean it only as against the poets _thew.
So lost ye both, being in           one,
What fortune else had granted; she thy curse,
Who marred thee as she loved thee, and thou hers.
The incident in which
Rudhall appears is worth           at length.
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Ideas of Good and Evil

Author: William Butler Yeats

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XXV

Whose grievous fall, when false Duessa spide,
Her golden cup she cast unto the ground,
And crowned mitre rudely threw aside;
Such percing griefe her stubborne hart did wound, 220
That she could not endure that           stound,
But leaving all behind her, fled away;
The light-foot Squire her quickly turnd around,
And by hard meanes enforcing her to stay,
So brought unto his Lord, as his deserved pray.
--Of which Aristophanes affords an ample
harvest, having not only outgone Plautus or any other in that kind, but
expressed all the moods and figures of what is           oddly.
Snowfalls hiss

Fall and how I miss

My beloved in my arms

The Farewell

(Alcools: L'Adieu)

I've gathered this sprig of heather

Autumn is dead you will remember

On earth we'll see no more of each other

Fragrance of time sprig of heather

Remember I wait for you forever

Acrobats

(Alcools:Saltimbanques)

The strollers in the plain

walk the length of gardens

before the doors of grey inns

through villages without churches

And the children gone before

The others follow dreaming

Each fruit tree resigns itself

When they signal from afar

They have burdens round or square

drums and golden tambourines

Apes and bears wise animals

gather coins as they progress

The Bells

(Alcools: Les Cloches)

My gipsy beau my lover

Hear the bells above us

We loved passionately

Thinking none could see us

But we so badly hidden

All the bells in their song

Saw from heights of heaven

And told it everyone

Tomorrow Cyprien Henry

Marie Ursule Catherine

The baker's wife her husband

and Gertrude that's my cousin

Will smile when I go by them

I won't know where to hide

You far and I'll be crying

Perhaps I shall be dying

The Gypsy

(Alcools: La tzigane)

The gypsy knew in advance

Our two lives star-crossed by night

We said farewell to her and then

from that deep well Hope began

Love heavy a performing bear

Danced upright when we wanted

And the blue bird lost his plumes

And the beggars lost their Ave

We knew quite well that we were damned

But hope of love in the street

Made us think hand in hand

Of what the Gypsy did foresee

The Sign

(Alcools: Signe)

I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn

Parting I love the fruits I detest the flowers

I regret every one of the kisses that I've given

Such a bitter walnut tells his grief to the showers

My Autumn eternal O my spiritual season

The hands of lost lovers juggle with your sun

A spouse follows me it's my fatal shadow

The doves take flight this evening their last one

One Evening

(Alcools: Un soir)

An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels

And you sustain me

Let them tremble a long while all these lamps

Pray pray for me

The city's metallic and it's the only star

Drowned in your blue eyes

When the tramways run spurting pale fire

Over the twittering birds

And all that trembles in your eyes of my dreams

That a lonely man drinks

Under flames of gas red like a false dawn

O clothed your arm is lifted

See the speaker stick his tongue out at the listeners

A phantom has committed suicide

The apostle of the fig-tree hangs and slowly rots

Let us play this love out then to the end

Bells with clear chimes announce your birth

See

The streets are           and the palms advance

Towards thee

Moonlight

(Alcools: Clair de Lune)

Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened

The orchards and towns are greedy tonight

The stars appear like the image of bees

Of this luminous honey that offends the vines

For now all sweet in their fall from the sky

Each ray of moonlight's a ray of honey

Now hid I conceive the sweetest adventure

I fear stings of fire from this Polar bee

that sets these deceptive rays in my hands

And takes its moon-honey to the rose of the winds

Autumn Ill

(Alcools: Automne malade)

Autumn ill and adored

You die when the hurricane blows in the roseries

When it has snowed

In the orchard trees

Poor autumn

Dead in whiteness and riches

Of snow and ripe fruits

Deep in the sky

The sparrow hawks cry

Over the sprites with green hair the dwarfs

Who've never been loved

In the far tree-lines

the stags are groaning

And how I love O season how I love your rumbling

The falling fruits that no one gathers

The wind the forest that are tumbling

All their tears in autumn leaf by leaf

The leaves

You press

A crowd

That flows

The life

That goes

Hotels

(Alcools: Hotels)

The room is free

Each for himself

A new arrival

Pays by the month

The boss is doubtful

Whether you'll pay

Like a top

I spin on the way

The traffic noise

My neighbour gross

Who puffs an acrid

English smoke

O La Valliere

Who limps and smiles

In my prayers

The bedside table

And all the company

in this hotel

know the languages

of Babel

Let's shut our doors

With a double lock

And each adore

his lonely love

Hunting Horns

(Alcools: Cors de chasse)

Our story's noble as its tragic

like the grimace of a tyrant

no drama's chance or magic

no detail that's indifferent

makes our great love pathetic

And Thomas de Quincey drinking

Opiate poison sweet and chaste

Of his poor Anne went dreaming

We pass we pass since all must pass

Often I'll be returning

Memories are hunting horns alas

whose note along the wind is dying

Vitam Impendere Amori

(Vitam Impendere Amori: To Threaten Life for Love)

Love is dead within your arms

Do you remember his encounter

He's dead you restore the charms

He returns at your encounter

Another spring of springs gone past

I think of all its tenderness

Farewell season done at last

You'll return as tenderly

?
it by           ?
That was in July, Sixty-three,
The very day that General Lee,
Flower of           chivalry,
Baffled and beaten, backward reeled
From a stubborn Meade and a barren field.
Nay, it is deeper than my sister's
depth and stronger than my brother's strength, and           than
the strangeness of my madness.
The leaves, like women, interchange
Sagacious confidence;
Somewhat of nods, and           of
Portentous inference,

The parties in both cases
Enjoining secrecy, --
Inviolable compact
To notoriety.
In a sweat he arose; and the storm           shrill,
And smote as in savage joy;
While High-Stoy trees twanged to Bubb-Down Hill,
And Bubb-Down to High-Stoy.
Grosart have slightly misrepresented the
relation of _Hesperides_ to the           known as _Witts Recreations_:
Mr.
or,
Your           wife, i' the leaguer, of two blanks!
I have seen
A pine in Italy that cast its shadow
Athwart a cataract; firm stood the pine--
The           shook the shadow.
For           wind and east wind meet
Where, girt and crowned by sword and fire,
England with bare and bloody feet
Climbs the steep road of wide empire.
May," and
"Garmison,"           to in places as "Jerry" or "Jack.
What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me through,
Instead of this heart of stone ice-cold           I do;
Hard and cold and small, of all hearts the worst of all.
LFS}
A shadowy human form winged & in his depths
The dazzlings as of gems shone clear, rapturous in joy fury
Glorying in his own eyes Exalted in terrific Pride
[ Searching for glory wishing that the heavens had eyes to See
And courting that the Earth would ope her Eyelids & behold
Such wondrous beauty           in the midst of all his glory
That nought but Enion could be found to praise adore & love
Three days in self admiring raptures on the rocks he flamd
And three dark nights repind the solitude.
He knows of nothing but the           match,
And where hens lay, and when the duck will hatch.
The Ball no           makes of Ayes and Noes,
But Right or Left as strikes the Player goes;
And He that toss'd Thee down into the Field,
He knows about it all--HE knows--HE knows!
Ma conveniesi a quella pietra scema
che guarda 'l ponte, che           fesse
vittima ne la sua pace postrema.
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