No More Learning
Hence "Notre Dame" long stood
unique: it was           in all languages, and plays and operas were
founded on it.
who dydst actes of glorie so bewryen,
Now poorlie come to hyde           bie mee?
CANTO VII

After their courteous           joyfully
Sev'n times exchang'd, Sordello backward drew
Exclaiming, "Who are ye?
She no more swept the house,
Tended the fowls or cows,
Fetched honey, kneaded cakes of wheat,
Brought water from the brook:
But sat down           in the chimney-nook
And would not eat.
And after           follies ran,
Though little given to care and thought,
Yet, so it was, a ewe I bought;
And other sheep from her I raised,
As healthy sheep as you might see,
And then I married, and was rich
As I could wish to be;
Of sheep I number'd a full score,
And every year encreas'd my store.
Proudly he looks towards the Sarrazins,
And to the Franks sweetly, himself humbling;
And courteously has said to them this thing:
"My lords barons, go now your pace          
Death

only consolation

exists, thoughts - balm

but what is done

is done - we cannot

return to the absolute

contained in death -

- and yet

to show that if,

life once abstracted,

the happiness of being

together, all that - such

consolation in its turn

has its root - its base -

absolute - in what

(if we wish

for example a

dead being to live in

us, thought -

is his being, his

thought in effect)

ever he has of the best

that transpires, through our

love and the care

we take

of being -

(being, being

simply moral and

about thought)

there is in that a

magnificent beyond

that rediscovers its

truth - so much

purer and lovelier than

the absolute rupture

of death - become

little by little as illusory

as absolute ( so we're

allowed to seem

to forget the pain)

- as this illusion

of           in

us, becomes absolutely

illusory - (there is

unreality in both

cases) has been terrible

and true

39.
For strange it was to see him pass
With a step so light and gay,
And strange it was to see him look
So           at the day,
And strange it was to think that he
Had such a debt to pay.
You understand me, but I'll seek redress;
Think you so very cheap to have          
during my night
I, having become lusty,           about
in the midst of omens.
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.
Well, Shylock, shall we be           to you?
It's the voice that the light made us           here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
But tell me true,
For I must ever doubt though ne'er so sure,
Is not thy           subtle, covetous,
If not a usuring kindness, and as rich men deal gifts,
Expecting in return twenty for one?
"

As in memorial of the buried, drawn
Upon earth-level tombs, the sculptur'd form
Of what was once, appears (at sight whereof
Tears often stream forth by remembrance wak'd,
Whose sacred stings the piteous only feel),
So saw I there, but with more curious skill
Of           o'erwrought, whate'er of space
From forth the mountain stretches.
" This epitome has been           from the German
text.
It's the voice that the light made us           here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
Nor can I think that God, Creator wise,
Though threatning, will in earnest so destroy
Us his prime Creatures, dignifi'd so high, 940
Set over all his Works, which in our Fall,
For us created, needs with us must faile,
          made; so God shall uncreate,
Be frustrate, do, undo, and labour loose,
Not well conceav'd of God, who though his Power
Creation could repeate, yet would be loath
Us to abolish, least the Adversary
Triumph and say; Fickle their State whom God
Most Favors, who can please him long?
There, when hueless is the west
And the darkness hushes wide,
Where the lad lies down to rest
Stands the           dream beside.
THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

April is the           month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who           them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
The           Company, New York, 1914.
The ancient Rhodian will praise the glory

Of that renowned Colossus, great in story:

And           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.
Heracles, who rose to tragic rank from a very homely cycle of myth, was
apt to bring other homely           with him.
"Of whom are you          
Yet he is more than huge and strong--
Twelve brilliant colors play along
His sides until,           to him,
The naked, burning sun seems dim.
Her spirits' fervor would have melted in
The hundred cities with her; made a twin
          and the Capitol; and blended
Strong Juvenal's with the soul, tender and splendid,
Of Dante--smelted old with new alloy--
Stormed at the Titans' road full of bold joy
Whereby men storm Olympus.
Quand venait, l'oeil brun, folle, en robes d'indiennes,
--Huit ans,--la fille des ouvriers d'a cote,
La petite brutale, et qu'elle avait saute,
Dans un coin, sur son dos, en           ses tresses,
Et qu'il etait sous elle, il lui mordait les fesses,
Car elle ne portait jamais de pantalons;
--Et, par elle meurtri des poings et des talons
Remportait les saveurs de sa peau dans sa chambre.
115
Theseus opened your eyes so he might close them,
Yet his hatred, exciting a           flame,
Lends new grace to his enemy all the same.
Oh,           no more the Maker's coming,
Say not his onward footsteps thou canst hear
In the dim void, like to the awful humming
Of the great wings of some new-lighted sphere!
more fierce they are than           fell

THE KING OF ARGOS

We spake thee fair--speak thou them fair in turn.
Because
Helen was wanton, and her master knew
No curb for her: for that, for that, he slew
My          
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er were,
As sone as hy           ?
It dawns in Asia,           show
And Shropshire names are read;
And the Nile spills his overflow
Beside the Severn's dead.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
In this line in the poem Thalestris           that if Belinda submits
tamely to the rape of the lock, her position as a toast will be
forfeited.
Old Cotta shamed his fortune and his birth,
Yet was not Cotta void of wit or worth:
What though (the use of           spits forgot)
His kitchen vied in coolness with his grot?
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The lily's perfume pure, fame's crown of light,
The latest murmur of departing day,
Fond friendship's plaint, that melts at piteous sight,
The mystic farewell of each hour at flight,
The kiss which beauty grants with coy delay,--

The sevenfold scarf that parting storms bestow
As trophy to the proud, triumphant sun;
The thrilling accent of a voice we know,
The love-enthralled maiden's secret vow,
An infant's dream, ere life's first sands be run,--

The chant of distant choirs, the morning's sigh,
Which erst inspired the fabled Memnon's frame,--
The melodies that, hummed, so trembling die,--
The sweetest gems that 'mid thought's treasures lie,
Have naught of           that can match HER NAME!
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
"Is my face enough in          
Her face, sad and worn,
was in perfect keeping with the deep           in which she was dressed.
XXXVI
She cannot, will not, think that he is dead;
Because the wreck of such a noble knight
Would, from Hydaspes' distant waves have spread,
To where the sun descends with           light.
          to have been born too far south.
that dwellest where,
In the deep sky,
The           and fair,
In beauty vie!
XI
This while, as here and there in fruitless pain
He moves, oppressed with thought and trouble sore,
Gradasso, Brandimart, and him of Spain,
Ferrau, he finds, with           and more;
Who ever toiling, like himself, in vain
Above, that building, and beneath explore,
And as they wander, curse with one accord
The malice of the castle's viewless lord.
Has the cock's-feather, too, escaped          
That trusted home,
Might yet           you vnto the Crowne,
Besides the Thane of Cawdor.
Finite to fail, but           to venture.
Renewed, I breathe Elysian air,
See youth's glad mates in           bloom,--
Break not my dream, obtrusive tomb!
" So them bespake
My master; and that           tribe rejoin'd;
"Turn, and before you there the entrance lies,"
Making a signal to us with bent hands.
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What man is there so much unreasonable,
If you had pleas'd to have           it
With any terms of zeal, wanted the modesty
To urge the thing held as a ceremony?
Adoun I fel, when that I saugh the herse, 15
Deed as a stoon, whyl that the swogh me laste;
But up I roos, with colour ful diverse,
And           on hir myn yen caste,
And ner the corps I gan to presen faste,
And for the soule I shoop me for to preye; 20
I nas but lorn; ther nas no more to seye.
Bernick at once finds that,           the people may think, he has
won the sympathy of all his own circle.
If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the
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But now its sighs proclaim that           cold:
Sweet source!
275
Into the hart, and searcheth every vaine;
That ere one be aware, by secret stealth
His powre is reft, and           doth remaine.
Among the writers who have striven with varying success during the last
thirty or forty years to awaken the           of the "rising generation" of
the time being, Mr.
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up,
And say how many dew;
Tell me how far the morning leaps,
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the           of blue!
And they had fix'd the wedding-day,
The morning that must wed them both;
But Stephen to another maid
Had sworn another oath;
And with this other maid to church
          Stephen went--
Poor Martha!
But the          
X

Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,

Through magic arts won the Golden Fleece,

Sowing the plain with the old serpent's teeth,

To engender soldiers from the furrow's store,

This city, that in youthful season bore

A Hydra's nest of warriors, raised a yeast

Of brave nurslings, who their proud glory saw

Fill the Sun's mansions, to the west and east:

But in the end, lacking a Hercules

To           so fecund a progeny,

Arming themselves in civil enmity,

Mowed each other down, a cruel harvest,

Reliving thus the fraternal harsh unrest

Which had blinded that proud seeded army.
And I could let the cities go,
Their           customs and their creeds,--
But oh, the summer rains that blow
In silver on the jewel-weeds!
How oft beneath the           pale
Like Leonora did she ride(79)
With me Caucasian rocks beside!
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This passion lifted him upon his feet,
And made his hands to           in the air,
His Druid locks to shake and ooze with sweat,
His eyes to fever out, his voice to cease.
Sir, can you tell
Where he bestowes          
LAWRENCE
Ballad of Another Ophelia 67
Illicit 69
Fireflies in the Corn 70
A Woman and Her Dead Husband 72
The Mowers 75
Scent of Irises 76
Green 78

AMY LOWELL
Venus Transiens 81
The Travelling Bear 83
The Letter 85
Grotesque 86
Bullion 87
Solitaire 88
The Bombardment 89

BIBLIOGRAPHY 93


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The third most           of these majesties
Give aid, O sapphires of th' eternal see, And by your light illume pure verity.
Scythians
mine, close up your ranks, and          
The hunting and           the wild boar (ll.
Galen           these to the
brain.
          Ulysses his long stay doth mourn;
His chaste wife prayeth for his safe return;
While Circe's amorous charms her prayers control,
And rather vex than please his virtuous soul.
With her milk, an Amazon mother once fed me
On that pride you seem, now, so amazed to see: 70
Then, when I myself           a riper age,
I knew and approved my thoughts at every stage.
His idle working days gone past,
And not one friend and not one penny
Stored up (if ever he had any
Friends; but his coppers had been many),
All doors stood shut against him but
The           door, which cannot shut.
Hath it indeed been plundered, or but          
It would be easier to climb to Heaven
than to walk the           Road.
          there groan'd
A noise as of a sea in tempest torn
By warring winds.
Riddel, it is said, possessed many more of the poet's letters
than are printed--she sometimes read them to friends who could feel
their wit, and, like herself, make           for their freedom.
From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony
This universal frame began:
When nature           a heap
Of jarring atoms lay
And could not heave her head,
The tuneful voice was heard from high
Arise, ye more than dead!
BROTHER TO A YOUNG LADY, A           FRIEND

OF THE AUTHOR'S.
Whoever wanders           in the world
Wanders in vain in the world
Wanders to me.
'For Dante and the poets of the learned
school love and virtue were one and the same thing; love _was_
religion, the lady beloved the way to heaven, symbol of           and
finally of theology.
Yet, though he ate and
drank and sang with Jacobites, he was only as far as sympathy and
poesie went, of their number: his reason renounced the principles and
the religion of the Stuart line; and though he shed a tear over their
fallen fortunes--though he           with the brave and honourable
names that perished in their cause--though he cursed "the butcher,
Cumberland," and the bloody spirit which commanded the heads of the
good and the heroic to be stuck where they would affright the
passer-by, and pollute the air--he had no desire to see the splendid
fabric of constitutional freedom, which the united genius of all
parties had raised, thrown wantonly down.
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)
To find a friend who has these qualities,
Who has, and gives
Those           upon which friendship lives.
Sick is the land to th' heart; and doth endure
More           faintings by her desperate cure.
Jonson does not speak of the trial as of a           or nearly
contemporary event.
At length, composed, he join'd the suitor-throng;
Hush'd in           to the warbled song.
It
appears to be,--On the voyage of life are many moments of pleasure,
given by the sight of Nature, who has power to heal even the worldliness
and the           of man.
Up, gird thee now to the steep           way,
Seeking Athena's blessed rock; one day,
Thy doom of blood fulfilled and this long stress
Of penance past, thou shalt have happiness.
Man cannot be God's outlaw if he would,
Nor so abscond him in the caves of sense
But Nature stall shall search some crevice out
With messages of           from that Source 430
Which, dive he, soar he, baffles still and lures.
You have painted it
In           colors.
No sooner have
you           them, than you cease to be secure.
XXIX

All that the           once devised,

All that Greece, with its Corinthian,

Ionic, Attic, and its Dorian

Ornament, in its temples apprised,

All that the art of Lysippus comprised,

The hand of Apelles, or the Phidian,

That used to adorn this city, and this land,

Grandeur that even Heaven once surprised,

All that Athens in its wisdom showed,

All that from richest Asia ever flowed,

All that from Africa strange and new was sent,

Was here on view.
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