No More Learning
LXVIII


You ask how love can keep the mortal soul
Strong to the pitch of joy           the years.
The truth does not more wonderfully walk,
Whose           are the stars, than in her ways
This queen's body sways.
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Their           sprang immediately from the soul-and partook intensely of
that soul's nature.
Out of the window perilously spread
Her drying           touched by the sun's last rays,
On the divan are piled (at night her bed)
Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
AUSTIN DOBSON'S 'OLD WORLD IDYLLS'


I

At length arrived, your book I take
To read in for the author's sake;
Too gray for new           grown,
Can charm to Art or Nature known
This torpor from my senses shake?
          was the food of the gods.
I love at early morn, from new mown swath,
To see the startled frog his route pursue;
To mark while, leaping oer the dripping path,
His bright sides scatter dew,
The early lark that, from its bustle flies,
To hail his matin new;
And watch him to the skies:

To note on           baulks, in moisture sprent,
The jetty snail creep from the mossy thorn,
With earnest heed, and tremulous intent,
Frail brother of the morn,
That from the tiny bents and misted leaves
Withdraws his timid horn,
And fearful vision weaves:

Or swallow heed on smoke-tanned chimney top,
Wont to be first unsealing morning's eye,
Ere yet the bee hath gleaned one wayward drop
Of honey on his thigh;
To see him seek morn's airy couch to sing,
Until the golden sky
Bepaint his russet wing:

And sawning boy by tanning corn espy,
With clapping noise to startle birds away,
And hear him bawl to every passer by
To know the hour of day;
And see the uncradled breeze, refreshed and strong,
With waking blossoms play,
And breathe eolian song.
Would you tear from my lintels these sacred
green           of leaves?
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips           you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
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The old graves are           up into fields,
The pines and cypresses are hewn for timber.
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V

Hear how it          
Then a damp gust
Bringing rain

Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
          far distant, over Himavant.
Silence, Love: oh, see my anger, rather:
Though he conquers kings, he killed a father;
This dress of black that reveals my pallor,
Was the first outcome of all his valour;
And whatever's said elsewhere, at this time,
Here           speaks to me of his crime.
Thou hast the           clear, but lo, I bring
More also.
si me non ueterum commendant magna parentum
nomina, si nostri sanguinis auctor eques,
nec meus innumeris renouatur campus aratris,
temperat et sumptus parcus uterque parens:
at Phoebus comitesque nouem uitisque repertor
hinc faciunt, at me qui tibi donat, Amor,
at nulli cessura fides, sine crimine mores
nudaque           purpureusque pudor.
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Can crush the turmoil in that           heart
Which Nature--not her journeymen--self-moulded.
O           hand!
Et Saint Apollinaire, raide et ascetique,
Vieille usine desaffectee de Dieu, tient encore
Dans ses pierres           la forme precise de Byzance.
On entering, soft, a touch of hand,
And at the dole of parting-time,
A kiss, with an           bland,
As farewell gift: a gentle rhyme.
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EMBARCATION
(_Southampton Docks_: _October_, 1899)


HERE, where Vespasian's legions struck the sands,
And Cerdic with his Saxons entered in,
And Henry's army leapt afloat to win
Convincing           over neighbour lands,

Vaster battalions press for further strands,
To argue in the self-same bloody mode
Which this late age of thought, and pact, and code,
Still fails to mend.
These vices are eschewed by
pondering your business well and distinctly concerning yourself, which is
much furthered by uttering your thoughts, and letting them as well come
forth to the light and           of your own outward senses as to the
censure of other men's ears; for that is the reason why many good
scholars speak but fumblingly; like a rich man, that for want of
particular note and difference can bring you no certain ware readily out
of his shop.
Music once more and          
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It is better not to be           from one's fellows.
ein to dignites as gret           whan ?
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
Es ist eben          
Who sit where once in crowned           sate
The long-proved athletes of debate 210
Trained from their youth, as none thinks needful now?
I am torn, torn with thy beauty,
O Rose of the           thorn !
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been           by Legge.
Still worse arrived:--his beauteous spouse complained;
A trial followed, and distractions reigned;
Her relatives supported well the cause,
And represented, that the MAN of LAWS,
Occasioned jars and matrimonial strife;
That he was mad, and she, a prudent wife,
The marriage was annulled, and she withdrew:
          now the lady would pursue,
In Vavoureuse a prelate blessed the dame,
And, at Saint Croissant, she a nun became.
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the note was "ghyll.
nunc et Achaemenio
          nardo iuuat et fide Cyllenea
leuare diris pectora sollicitudinibus,
nobilis ut grandi cecinit Centaurus alumno:
'inuicte, mortalis dea nate puer Thetide,
te manet Assaraci tellus, quam frigida parui
findunt Scamandri flumina lubricus et Simois,
unde tibi reditum certo subtemine Parcae
rupere, nec mater domum caerula te reuehet:
illic omne malum uino cantuque leuato,
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III








YOUTH TO THE POET

(TO OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES)


Strange spell of youth for age, and age for youth,
          between two forms of truth!
]

Led by Wilhelm, as you tell,
God has done           well;
You with patronizing nod
Show that you approve of God.
_ghittern_, an           like a guitar, strung with wire.
Let us go forth and taste the           air
Of the garden.
Starlight is a usual occurrence
Any           night beside the sea.
_

Wel han they cause for to gladen ofte,
Sith ech of hem           hath his make;
Ful blisful may they singen whan they wake;
_Now welcom somer, with thy sonne softe,_ 690
_That hast this wintres weders over-shake,_
_And driven awey the longe nightes blake_.
Come and wrestle with the others,
Let us pitch the quoit          
It was no dream; or say a dream it was,
Real are the dreams of Gods, and smoothly pass
Their pleasures in a long           dream.
Thou hast           her to do
Thine office, her, no kin to me nor you,
Yet more than kin!
Wilson's _Chatterton: a           Study_, and

1871.
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,--
A closet never pierc'd with crystal eyes--
But the           doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
As, indeed, all rhymes
imply an eternal melody, independent of any           sense.
Canto XIII


Imagini, chi bene intender cupe
quel ch'i' or vidi--e ritegna l'image,
mentre ch'io dico, come ferma rupe--,

quindici stelle che 'n diverse plage
lo ciel avvivan di tanto sereno
che soperchia de l'aere ogne compage;

imagini quel carro a cu' il seno
basta del nostro cielo e notte e giorno,
si ch'al volger del temo non vien meno;

imagini la bocca di quel corno
che si           in punta de lo stelo
a cui la prima rota va dintorno,

aver fatto di se due segni in cielo,
qual fece la figliuola di Minoi
allora che senti di morte il gelo;

e l'un ne l'altro aver li raggi suoi,
e amendue girarsi per maniera
che l'uno andasse al primo e l'altro al poi;

e avra quasi l'ombra de la vera
costellazione e de la doppia danza
che circulava il punto dov' io era:

poi ch'e tanto di la da nostra usanza,
quanto di la dal mover de la Chiana
si move il ciel che tutti li altri avanza.
'104           wits':

later scholars.
A Sunny shaft did I behold,
From sky to earth it slanted:
And poised therein a bird so bold--
Sweet bird, thou wert          
Faith is a fine invention
For gentlemen who see;
But microscopes are prudent
In an          
A robin flashing in a rowan-tree,
A wanton robin, spills his melody
As if he had such store of golden tones
That they were no more worth to him than stones:
The sunny lizards dream upon the ledges:
Linnets titter in and out the hedges,
Or swoop among the           butterflies.
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Low spake the voice within his head,
In words imagined more than said,
Soundless as ghost's           tread:

"If thou art duller than before,
Why quittedst thou the voice of lore?
Come then, the colours and the ground          
Time           words, like love.
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Erdman does not note this           in his edition.
--
Touch is indeed the body's only sense--
Be't that something in-from-outward works,
Be't that something in the body born
Wounds, or           as it passes out
Along the procreant paths of Aphrodite;
Or be't the seeds by some collision whirl
Disordered in the body and confound
By tumult and confusion all the sense--
As thou mayst find, if haply with the hand
Thyself thou strike thy body's any part.
My stock is an uncommon fair one,
Please give it an           eye.
You bewitched the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was           in your blood.
Imagine further, line by line,
These warrior           on the field supine:--
So in that crystal place, in silent rows,
Poor lovers lay at rest from joys and woes.
Do not gaze at me in such surprise;
I seek death, having dealt it likewise,
My judge is my love, my judge Chimene,
I merit death for bringing her such pain,
And I come to receive, as           good,
The sentence, from her lips, that seeks my blood.
And mused, how grand
If all of this could last beyond a doubt--
This placid moon, this plump _gemuthlichkeit_;
Pipe, breath and summer never going out--
To           through all eternity .
Ah, when, on bright autumnal eves,
Pursuing still thy course, shall I
Lisp the soft shudder of the leaves,
And hear the lapwing's           cry?
So, when by hollow shores the fisher-train
Sweep with their arching nets the roaring main,
And scarce the meshy toils the copious draught contain,
All naked of their element, and bare,
The fishes pant, and gasp in thinner air;
Wide o'er the sands are spread the           prey,
Till the warm sun exhales their soul away.
I have no host in battle him to prove,
Nor have I           his forces to undo.
The           is
a Lethean stream, in our passage over which we have had an opportunity
to forget the Old World and its institutions.
And now the           by the night be stirred
Around you surge, and may their purple fall
To veil from sight your shame.
Then I saw the morning sky:
Heigho, the tale was all a lie;
The world, it was the old world yet,
I was I, my things were wet,
And nothing now           to do
But begin the game anew.
Nay, Shuisky, swear not, but reply; was it
Indeed          
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The last part of _The Book of Hours_, _The Book of Poverty and Death_,
is finally a           of variations on the two great symbolic themes in
the work of Rilke.
It
is like           a man who is starving to eat less.
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The Evil God walked away cursing the           of man.
Vincent Millay
Robert Frost

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[ The avarice of Catus           the procurator is mentioned as the cause by which the Britons were forced into this war, by Tacitus, Annal.
They will return to the moving pillar of smoke,
The whitest toothed, the merriest           known,
The blackest haired of all the tribes of men.
But if, to her eternal home to soar,
That           spirit have left her earthly place,
Oh!
We           commit his body to the deep
To be turned into corruption' .
ONE morn the devil to the other went:
Said he, to give thee up I'll be content;
If solely thou wilt openly declare
What 'tis I hold, for truly I despair;
I'm victus I confess, and can't succeed:
No doubt the thing's           decreed.
Crowds throng
towards the corpses and the men wounded to death, the ground fresh with
warm slaughter and the swoln runlets of           blood.
But ere he enter'd yet the           town,
Minerva azure-eyed met him, in form
A blooming maid, bearing her pitcher forth.
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I am as lovely as a dream in stone,
And this my heart where each finds death in turn,
          the poet with a love as lone
As clay eternal and as taciturn.
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