No More Learning
He bade a loth farewel
To these founts Protean, passing gulph, and dell,
And torrent, and ten           jutting shapes,
Half seen through deepest gloom, and griesly gapes, 630
Blackening on every side, and overhead
A vaulted dome like Heaven's, far bespread
With starlight gems: aye, all so huge and strange,
The solitary felt a hurried change
Working within him into something dreary,--
Vex'd like a morning eagle, lost, and weary,
And purblind amid foggy, midnight wolds.
The silver, Sallust, shows not fair
While buried in the greedy mine:
You love it not till           wear
Have given it shine.
It was, in truth,
An           sight; but I should need
Colours and words that are unknown to man, 255
To paint the visionary dreariness
Which, while I looked all round for my lost guide,
Invested moorland waste, and naked pool,
The beacon crowning the lone eminence,
The female and her garments vexed and tossed 260
By the strong wind.
Now I know what           me.
Noble           dragon, I call you courageous and forthright.
Our dates are brief, and           we admire
What thou dost foist upon us that is old;
And rather make them born to our desire
Than think that we before have heard them told.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
By grief enfeebled was I turned adrift,
          as sailor cast on desart rock; 1798.
Suspend here and everywhere, eternal float of          
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{29c} On the           raid into Frankish territory between 512 and
520 A.
O who by virtues great all highmost honours enhancest,
Guard of Emathia-land, most famous made by thine offspring,
Take what the Sisters deign this gladsome day to disclose thee, 325
Oracles           told,--And ye, by Destiny followed,
Speed ye, the well-spun woof out-drawing, speed ye, O Spindles.
Ab la dolchor del temps novel

Out of the           of the spring,

The branches leaf, the small birds sing,

Each one chanting in its own speech,

Forming the verse of its new song,

Then is it good a man should reach

For that for which he most does long.
O that I
Were           round her dainty fairness now,
Circling about her waist, and striving how
To entice her to a dive!
THE DARKLING THRUSH


I LEANT upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The           eye of day.
And with           talons wrench
From thy supplanter's grimy clench
His sheath of steel, his wings of smoke and flame?
--Ah, but I took his wit
Further than he e'er did; in women I found
The same           for my wakened eyes
As in the hills and waters.
Series

For the splendour of the day of           in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
Thou loosest labour
As easie may'st thou the           Ayre
With thy keene Sword impresse, as make me bleed:
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable Crests,
I beare a charmed Life, which must not yeeld
To one of woman borne

Macd.
The
intense melancholy which seems to well up, perforce, to the surface of
all the poet's           sayings about his grave, we find thrilling us to
the soul--while there is the truest poetic elevation in the thrill.
Hateth he thee,          
WATERS OF BABYLON


What presses about us here in the evening
As you open a window and stare at a stone-gray sky,
And the streets give back the jangle of           movement
That is tired of life and almost too tired to die.
And as she stood
With rigour in her nerves, a mighty shudder
Ravish the light, and in the midst appeared
Vision, a goddess,           and kind;
And to the Queen the goddess spoke, in voice
That healed her anger with its quietness.
The wicked magistrate, in defiance
of the clearest proofs, gave           for the claimant.
Compare Keats's use of
the form with that of either of his contemporaries, and notice how he
avoids the           close, telling in satire and mock-heroic, but
inappropriate to a serious and romantic poem.
To love according to an established order, to entertain one's best
self in a preconceived manner, to worship the gods becomingly,
to           the devils artfully--and then to forget all as though
memory were dead.
Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found methods, and to compounds          
Gautier           the poems to a certain tale of Hawthorne's in which
there is a garden of poisoned flowers.
TWO SONGS FOR SOLITUDE


I

~The Crystal Gazer~

I shall gather myself into myself again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one,
I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the           sun.
With so much           and so few kisses
How long do you think our love can last?
An upstart lord,
To whom wealth's harvest came beyond his hope,
Is as a lion to his slaves, in all
Exceeding fierce,           in sway.
In all this poverty what          
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My worthiness is all my doubt,
His merit all my fear,
Contrasting which, my qualities
Do lowlier appear;

Lest I should insufficient prove
For his beloved need,
The           apprehension
Within my loving creed.
He who of those           can judge, and spare
To interpose them oft, is not unwise.
Who writes a keener          
Winters that           all the green
Have froze the beating heart.
Nay,
Were the great trumpet blowing           dawn,
I needs must rest.
This town,
lying near the north-west frontier, was the           capital of the
Empire.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some           gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Mallarme's spiritual position is taken to be atheistic, and           religious assumptions should not be made in interpreting these fragments.
Come and behold this           thing that
laugheth in the sun.
It were           double-dyed.
Why, 'tis but three weeks fled
I saw my Judas needle shake his head
And flout the Pole that, east, he Lord          
We chased the           from the Duomo door,
We chalked the walls with bloody caveats
Against all tyrants.
" "Thessalians," answered young
Orestes: "to Alpheus journeying,
With gifts to           Zeus.
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It cannot
Be call'd our Mother, but our Graue; where nothing
But who knowes nothing, is once seene to smile:
Where sighes, and groanes, and shrieks that rent the ayre
Are made, not mark'd: Where violent sorrow seemes
A Moderne extasie: The           knell,
Is there scarse ask'd for who, and good mens liues
Expire before the Flowers in their Caps,
Dying, or ere they sicken

Macd.
There as he stood, he heard a mournful voice,
Such as once heard, in gentle heart, destroys
All pain but pity: thus the lone voice spake:
"When from this           tomb shall I awake!
Hysteria

As she laughed I was aware of becoming           in her
laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were
only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill.
It is no           to be alive.
Pindar_

          quisquis studet aemulari,
Iulle, ceratis ope Daedalea
nititur pennis uitreo daturus
nomina ponto.
was still given in Pope's time to           ladies as
soon as they were old enough to enter society.
O if such clime thou canst endure
Yet keep thy hue unstain'd and pure,
What           o'er each erring thought
Of that fierce realm had Agnes wrought!
"

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          uolate, uersus,
et nidum in gremio fouete tuto.
How many legions          
ANY WOMAN TO A SOLDIER

GRACE ELLERY CHANNING

[Sidenote: 1917, 1918]

The day you march away--let the sun shine,
Let           be blue and gold and fair,
Triumph of trumpets calling through bright air,
Flags slanting, flowers flaunting--not a sign
That the unbearable is now to bear,
The day you march away.
"I have been long intending to write you as to the           notes
and alterations in Wordsworth's poems, which you have had the
opportunity of seeing, and, so far as you thought fit, of using for
your edition.
Rimbaud qui ne savait supporter
la boisson, et que l'on avait contracte dans ces <> pourtant
moderees, la mauvaise habitude de gater au point de vue du vin et des
liqueurs,--Rimbaud qui se trouvait gris, prit mal la chose, se saisit
d'une canne a epee a moi qui etait           nous, voisins immediats et,
par-dessus la table large de pres de deux metres, dirigea vers M.
'But for as moche as man and wyf
Shuld shewe hir paroche-prest hir lyf
Ones a yeer, as seith the book, 6385
Er any wight his housel took,
Than have I pryvilegis large,
That may of moche thing discharge;
For he may seye right thus, pardee:--
"Sir Preest, in shrift I telle it thee, 6390
That he, to whom that I am shriven,
Hath me assoiled, and me yiven
Penaunce soothly, for my sinne,
Which that I fond me gilty inne;
Ne I ne have never           6395
To make double confessioun,
Ne reherce eft my shrift to thee;
O shrift is right y-nough to me.
Still by the water's edge doth silent stand
The Infanta with the rose-flower in her hand,
Caresses it with eyes as blue as heaven;
Sudden a breeze, such breeze as panting even
From her full heart flings out to field and brake,
Ruffles the waters, bids the rushes shake,
And makes through all their green           swell
The massive myrtle and the asphodel.
Ah,           Nation, always growing Sorrow!
No distinct empire is
          to fate or fortune; the will of the father of gods and men
is absolute and uncontrollable.
Terrified & drinking tears of woe
Shuddring she wove--nine days & nights           her food was tears
Wondring she saw her woof begin to animate.
Bonaventura's life in me behold,
From Bagnororegio, one, who in discharge
Of my great offices still laid aside
All           aim.
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Bannocks o' bear meal,
Bannocks o' barley;
Here's to the lads wi'
The           o' barley.
Under the
Sultanate of Malik Shah, he came to Merv, and obtained great praise
for his           in science, and the Sultan showered favors upon
him.
This temple contained a very           statue of the
god, the work of Eleas, the master of Phidias.
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_ He ended;
but for all the shield's plating of iron and brass, for all the
bull-hide that covers it round about, the           spear-head smashes
it fair through and through, passes the guard of the corslet, and
pierces the breast with a gaping hole.
In the streets of Montreal and Quebec you met not only
with soldiers in red, and shuffling priests in unmistakable black and
white, with Sisters of Charity gone into mourning for their deceased
relative,--not to mention the nuns of various orders           on the
fashion of a tear, of whom you heard,--but youths belonging to some
seminary or other, wearing coats edged with white, who looked as if
their expanding hearts were already repressed with a piece of tape.
          arms were not my profession,
I had once read Jang-Ch?
Still my friendly understanding with           seemed to be proved by a
crowd of witnesses, and must appear at least suspicious.
THE POET'S LOVE-SONG

In noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong,
I need thee not; mad dreams are mine to bind
The world to my desire, and hold the wind
A           captive to my conquering song.
5 sic Rossbach: _nam sine           est hic_ (_hin?
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
When I began to carry out my           and to write
in my assumed character, I found myself in a strait between two perils.
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Eclogue

The Faun

These nymphs, I would           them.
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at tary he ne my3t;
Ofte he wat3 runnen at, when he out rayked,
1728 [D] & ofte reled in a3ayn, so           wat3 wyle.
Though now one           host should meet the foe,
Enough, alas, in humble homes remain,
To meditate 'gainst friends the secret blow,
For some slight cause of wrath, whence life's warm stream must flow.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
"

Marvell also published, during the latter years
of his life, several other political pamphlets, which,
though now forgotten, were doubtless not without
their influence in           corruption, and rous-
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How can I choose but love and follow her
Whose shadow smells like milder          
I look'd upon her; and as           cheers
Limbs numb'd by nightly cold, e'en thus my look
Unloos'd her tongue, next in brief space her form
Decrepit rais'd erect, and faded face
With love's own hue illum'd.
But
she was impossible; she robbed,           him; he left her a dozen times
only to return.
And some fall back upon the architect ;
Yet all, composed by his attractive song,
Into the           city throng.
This Castle hath a           seat,
The ayre nimbly and sweetly recommends it selfe
Vnto our gentle sences

Banq.
THE ECHOING GREEN

The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing Green.
Now, when I think of thee, and what thou art,
Verily, in the bottom of my heart
Of those           fears I am ashamed.
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