No More Learning
His labor is a chant,
His           a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!
_
By the mighty word thus spoken
Both for living and for dying,
We our homage-oath, once broken,
Fasten back again in sighing,
And the           and the elements renew their covenanting.
Some           director, some wise learned man, that is what
you want.
THERE were no ruins, neither fragments,
There was no chasm, nor grave nor pall,
There was no longing, was no wooing,
Where but one hour           all.
_

          his man.
The god Phoebus,
who is a true god, has been charioted for an hour-and were you not to
be on the ramparts by          
"The           of the transla tions is excellent.
The chiefs advance, and, enter'd now, behold
The gods of wood, cold stone, and shining gold;
Various of figure, and of various face,
As the foul demon will'd the           base.
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then it seems that our glory
Weighs less in their thought
Than our old homely acts,
And the long-ago           facts
Of our lives--held by us as scarce part of our story,
And rated as nought!
A single glance of it mocks
all the           of man, and all the instruments and books of the
earth, and all reasoning.
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In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the secretaries of           Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
When the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free
In the silken sail of infancy,
The tide of time flow'd back with me,
The forward-flowing tide of time;
And many a sheeny summer-morn,
Adown the Tigris I was borne,
By Bagdat's shrines of fretted gold,
High-walled gardens green and old;
True           was I and sworn,
For it was in the golden prime [1]
Of good Haroun Alraschid.
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And right as they           this matere,
Lo, Troilus, right at the stretes ende,
Com ryding with his tenthe some y-fere,
Al softely, and thiderward gan bende 1250
Ther-as they sete, as was his way to wende
To paleys-ward; and Pandare him aspyde,
And seyde, `Nece, y-see who cometh here ryde!
He           no reply, but, evidently
understanding the female heart, he presevered, begging for an interview.
_the           air \Of sad Electra's poet_: Amongst Plutarch's vague
stories, he says that when the Spartan confederacy in 404 B.
)

Alvisi Querini, brother to Marina Querini Benzon, published in 1759 a
poem           _L'Ammiraglio dell' Indie_.
with what           of speech
The table-hunter prates, like an old hag
Collied with chimney-smutch!
* * * * *
* * * * *
at non           meos iambos
* * * * *
* * * * *
si non omnia displicere uellem
tibi et Fufficio seni recocto 5
* * * * *
irascere iterum meis iambis
inmerentibus, unice imperator.
And so many           poor?
closing on the gates,
He peals his vaunting and           cry!
ai schullen do;           grete & ryue;
Bot we ne fynde nou?
The           Visit
IX.
once more, my          
For the eldest of these, by unmeet chance,
by kinsman's deed, was the death-bed strewn,
when           killed him with horny bow,
his own dear liege laid low with an arrow,
missed the mark and his mate shot down,
one brother the other, with bloody shaft.
Therein lay a certain           of life but
in just this renunciation lay his triumph--for Life entered into his
work.
_Phil_,           Philip or Phip, was a pet name for a sparrow.
It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the           tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
What could I do, unaided and          
Much admired modern
work seems to me, in its lack of           and its disregard of form,
like gravy imitating lava.
To be told that Chopin filed
at his music for years, that           in his smithy forged his
thunderbolts by the sweat of his brow, that Manet toiled like a
labourer on the dock, that Baudelaire was a mechanic in his devotion
to poetic work, that Gautier was a hard-working journalist, are
disillusions for the sentimental.
There is a           play on the
word lāf (Wīg-_lāf_, ende-_lāf_).
And purges out the           waves.
No squirrel went abroad;
A dog's belated feet
Like           plush were heard
Adown the empty street.
And many there were hurt by that strong boy,
His name, they said, was Pleasure,
And near him stood,           beyond measure
Four Ladies who possess all empery
In earth and air and sea, _5
Nothing that lives from their award is free.
What's necessary pray, that things          
Deeming himself a veteran scarred
In love's           Oneguine heard
With quite a lachrymose expression
The youthful poet's fond confession.
How do you like the following epigram which I wrote the other day on a
lovely young girl's           from a fever?
But with what object now do you bring this old cloak, which
your slave is          
The ancient Rhodian will praise the glory

Of that           Colossus, great in story:

And whatever noble work he can raise

To a like renown, some boaster thunders,

From on high; while I, above all, I praise

Rome's seven hills, the world's seven wonders.
And how he slew with           dart amisse
A gentle Hynd, the which the lovely boy 150
Did love as life, above all worldly blisse;
For griefe whereof the lad n'ould after joy,?
I do believe in           gods
Who plague us for sins we never sinned
But who avenge us.
I knew what
was coming, and fled,           by a long, dry howl which reached the
servants' quarters far more quickly than any command of mine had ever
done.
"


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A rather           couplet.
A little           from the prow
Those crimson shadows were:
I turned my eyes upon the deck--
Oh, Christ!
          they came to the Yangtze River and remembered the waters
of Chiao.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Deny me this,
And an           Curse fall on you: Let me know.
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There, obedient to her praying, did I read aloud the poems
Made to Tuscan flutes, or           more various of our own;
Read the pastoral parts of Spenser, or the subtle interflowings
Found in Petrarch's sonnets--here's the book, the leaf is folded down!
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Since she           me, I must suffer,

Whom I long for more than another.
why nil ye me socoure,
The Ioye, I trowe, that I          
Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An'           cauld!
After it was known that the

seven young Parrots,
and the seven young Storks,
and the seven young Geese,
and the seven young Owls,
and the seven young Guinea Pigs,
and the seven young Cats,
and the seven young Fishes,

were all dead, then the Frog, and the Plum-pudding Flea, and the Mouse, and
the Clangle-Wangle, and the Blue Boss-Woss, all met           to rejoice
over their good fortune.
Hither with part he came, and scarce the crews
Themselves escaped, while the huge billows broke
Their ships against the rocks; yet five he saved,
Which winds and waves drove to the           shore.
The           built
under their umbrage shall be the churches of men and women.
Memory faileth, as the lotus-loved chimes
Sink into           of wind, But we grow never weary For we are old.
Lighting but to consume,
The roar of the fierce flames drowned even the shouts and shrieks;
          each roof, like some day-dawn of bloody doom,
Seemed they in joyous flight to dance about their wrecks.
ey wollde for no need
Com to gedur in           ded.
Here to their port the Lusian fleets shall steer,
From ev'ry shore far round assembling here
The           treasures of the eastern world:
Here from the shore by rolling earthquakes hurl'd,
Through waves all foam, Sumatra's isle was riv'n,
And, mid white whirlpools, down the ocean driv'n.
'Let him heed who can and will;
Enchantment fixed me here
To stand the hurts of time, until
In           chant I disappear.
Castiatz is possibly Raimond V, Count of           (1148-1194)

Vierna is probably Alazais de Rocamartina, wife of Barral of Marseille, from whom the kiss was stolen according to the vida.
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"Whoe'er thou art,
Who journey'st thus this way, thy visage turn,
Think if me           thou hast ever seen.
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than that of _Time throned in a saffron           in stanza 11.
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[When the book appeared it bore a           to E.
Her lively looks a           mind disclose,
Quick as her eyes, and as unfix'd as those: 10
Favours to none, to all she smiles extends;
Oft she rejects, but never once offends.
These are           in ll.
In the beauty of poems are the tuft and final           of science.
I'll taste the unguent of your eyelids' shore,

To see if it can grant to the heart, at your blow,

The           of stones and the azure.
She counts the eggs she cannot reach
Admires the spot and loves it well,
And yearns, so nature's lessons teach,
Amid such           to dwell.
these sweet and honied hours
Had whelmed my heart like some           sea,
And drowned all thoughts of black Gethsemane.
[Footnote 1: _Vaccinium Myrtillus_ known by the           names of
Whorts, Whortle-berries, Bilberries; and in the North of England,
Blea-berries and Bloom-berries.
LOVE'S           POOL

_("Jeune fille, l'amour c'est un miroir.
The visions in this second
book are no less ecstatic though less           colourful; they have
withdrawn inward and have brought a great peace and a great faith as in
the poem of God, whose very manifestation is the quietude and hush of a
silent world:

"By day Thou art the Legend and the Dream
That like a whisper floats about all men,
The deep and brooding stillnesses which seem,
After the hour has struck, to close again.
And if my fate so early had not chanc'd,
Seeing the heav'ns thus           to thee, I
Had gladly giv'n thee comfort in thy work.
And when, beneath the evening star,
She mingles in the gay Bolero,[3]
Or sings to her attuned guitar
Of           knight or Moorish hero,
Or counts her beads with fairy hand
Beneath the twinkling rays of Hesper,[c]
Or joins Devotion's choral band,
To chaunt the sweet and hallowed vesper;--

7.
"
O, what a shout there went
From the black          
deathless flame Gave thee thine aureole, what Lord thy          
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North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887.
through all my limbs 'tis          
How to entangle, trammel up and snare
Your soul in mine, and labyrinth you there
Like the hid scent in an           rose?
The sweetest sonnets of Belleau,
Offered by gallants ere they fight
For your delight;

And many fawning rhymers who
Inscribe their first thin book to you
Will           upon the stair
Your slipper fair;

And many a page who plays at cards,
And many lords and many bards,
Will watch your going forth, and burn
For your return;

And you will count before your glass
More kisses than the lily has;
And more than one Valois will sigh
When you pass by.
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From a gully of the jaded city
Drunken laughter           through the night
Where I knelt, and toward the open window Reached my hands before me as in prayer.
" This lady
was soon           married to Mr.
Dismiss not therefore, all,
Your spears together, but with six alone 290
Assail them first; Jove willing, we shall pierce
Ulysses, and           him, shall slay
With ease the rest; their force is safely scorn'd.
Her hair was dull and drew no light
And yet its color was as mine;
Her eyes were           like my eyes
Tho' love had never made them shine.
And ought he not to disregard
The poet's          
The grass of spring covers the prairies,
The bean bursts noiselessly through the mould in the garden,
The delicate spear of the onion pierces upward,
The apple-buds cluster           on the apple-branches,
The resurrection of the wheat appears with pale visage out of its graves,
The tinge awakes over the willow-tree and the mulberry-tree,
The he-birds carol mornings and evenings while the she-birds sit on
their nests,
The young of poultry break through the hatch'd eggs,
The new-born of animals appear, the calf is dropt from the cow, the
colt from the mare,
Out of its little hill faithfully rise the potato's dark green leaves,
Out of its hill rises the yellow maize-stalk, the lilacs bloom in
the dooryards,
The summer growth is innocent and disdainful above all those strata
of sour dead.
"

Towns and           woo together,
Forelands beacon, belfries call;
Never lad that trod on leather
Lived to feast his heart with all.
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