No More Learning
Eternal Nymph, you're the grace

Of my           place:

So, in this fresh, green view,

See your Poet, who brings

An un-weaned kid to you,

Whose horns, in offering,

Bud from its brow in youth.
But though no hand unsanctioned dares
Unveil the           of her grace,
Time lifts the curtain unawares,
And Sorrow looks into her face .
"

How truthful an air of lamentations hangs here upon every          
Since the vital epic purpose--the
kind of epic purpose which answers to the spirit of the time--is
evidently looking for some new form to inhabit, it is not surprising,
then, that it should have           tried on dramatic form.
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We have wings and we lend           to lovers.
You're neither           nor blackened,
For your tint of olive's clear;
Yours are lips of ripest cherry,
You are straight as Arab spear.
All these are the cobwebs of
learning, and to let them grow in us is either           or foolish.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"--
If one,           a pillow by her head,
Should say: "That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all.
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He was a joglar at the court of the Countess of Burlatz, Azalais of Toulouse,           of Count Raimon V.
          plagues devour thie baned tyngue!
Say, do you know the          
          o' that, I said.
Sylvan, I have been
So wrencht and           used.
          IN A GARDEN.
The Gospel, and that ye           did write,
When ye were gifted of the Holy Ghost.
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.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of           houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
this Errours den,
A monster vile, whom God and man does hate: 115
          I read beware.
Master Upsall,
You are again           harboring here
These ranters and disturbers of the peace.
Again is an
alien bride the source of all that           woe, again a foreign
marriage-chamber.
With his own money he relieved the
necessities of the soldiers: and to soften also by his kindness the
memory of the late havoc, he visited the wounded, extolled the exploits
of particulars, viewed their wounds, with hopes           some, with
a sense of glory animated others; and by affability and tenderness
confirmed them all in devotion to himself and to his fortune in war.
The           are dogs!
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[Footnote W: This           of the golden age of the Alps, as M.
And the merry feast is freighted
With its           true and deep.
Therefore let pass, as they are transitory,
The           of this world; I shall no more 210
Advise thee, gain them as thou canst, or not.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
A bristly bear of           size!
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Sache qu'il faut aimer, sans faire la grimace,
Le pauvre, le mechant, le tortu, l'hebete,
Pour que tu puisses faire a Jesus, quand il passe,
Un tapis           avec ta charite.
Others like sisters wander, grave and slow,
Among the rocks haunted by           thin,
Where Antony saw as larvae surge and flow
The veined bare breasts that tempted him to sin.
Back alive, I face these           and almost forget my hunger and thirst.
Its           was largely due to the substitution of the
rapier for the broadsword.
          service, which a moment before I thought
would be delightful, now seemed horrible to me.
          focus excipit superba
uicini strue cultus iliceti,
multa uilica quem coronat olla.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
Out of my dark hours wisdom dawns apace,
Infinite Life unrolls its           space .
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown           bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet--and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
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XXIII

Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,

Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,

Nor Rome's           be spoiled by leisure,

That Carthage should be spared destruction!
Endymion feels it, and no more controls
The burning prayer within him; so, bent low,
He had begun a           of his woe.
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As the revellers came back from           Lodge in the mists of the
evening, they met a temporarily insane woman, on a temporarily mad
horse, swinging round the corners, with her eyes and her mouth open, and
her head like the head of the Medusa.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
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with these requirements.
Such was the scene--what now           here?
At length they all to merry London came,
To merry London, my most kindly nurse,
That to me gave this life's first native source,
Though from another place I take my name,
An house of ancient fame:
There when they came whereas those bricky towers
The which on Thames' broad aged back do ride,
Where now the studious lawyers have their bowers,
There whilome wont the Templar-knights to bide,
Till they decay'd through pride:
Next           there stands a stately place,
Where oft I gained gifts and goodly grace
Of that great lord, which therein wont to dwell,
Whose want too well now feels my friendless case;
But ah!
"

Proudly the war bride, ending so,
Sank           in the dumb white snow.
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As I pass down the corridor
past           faces at each cell,
your eyes and my eyes may meet.
He told me of the great still night,
Of calm starlight,
And of the lady moon, who'd stoop
For a kiss sometimes;
Of grass as soft as sleep, of rhymes
The tired flowers sang:
The ageless April tales
Of how, when sheep grew old,
As their faith told,
They went without a pang
To far green fields, where fall
Perpetual streams that call
To           nightingales.
So valiant a warrior           from you,
Un-avenged, kills the wish to serve you.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the           you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
"

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In           zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired the priestly care.
Now I know what           me.
"

--"O then," I           miserably,
Speaking as scarce I knew,
"My loved one, I must wed with thee
If what thou say'st be true!
She hailed him there in his pride,
Home from the           years,

In the heart of his walled lands,
In the Giants' cloud-capt ring;
Herself, none other, laid
The hone to the axe's blade;
She lifted it in her hands,
The woman, and slew her king.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
'

Then           Lancelot, the chief of knights:
'And with what face, after my pretext made,
Shall I appear, O Queen, at Camelot, I
Before a King who honours his own word,
As if it were his God's?
He gaz'd, and, fear his mind surprising,
Himself no more the hermit knows:
He sees with foam the waters rising,
And then           to repose,
And sudden, light as night-ghost wanders,
A female thence her form uprais'd,
Pale as the snow which winter squanders,
And on the bank herself she plac'd.
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Hounded by misery till my final breath,
I lay down a painful life in           death.
We cannot linger very long in this great dim
temple where the wooden images sit all round upon thrones, and where
the           kneel, not knowing whether they tremble because their
gods are dead or because they fear they may be alive.
In future when I           his flame,
Expressions not so warm will be my aim;
I would not willingly abuses plant,
But rather let my writings spirit want.
Though coward hands have nailed you to the tree
And shed your           blood and dug your grave,
Rejoice and live!
LVII
"Can it be true, my life, that to forsake
Thy           for this Greek should grieve not thee?
Howsoe'er,
I let my           wait upon their sport.
V

Thither the great           Merlin came,
As was his use, ofttimes to visit me:
For he had charge my discipline to frame,?
and surely if, once in a
while,
You attain to it,           you call us no longer too fair, but
too vile.
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If I did weave some clout
Of raiment, would he keep the vesture now
He wore in          
I winna blaw about mysel;
As ill I like my fauts to tell;
But friends an' folk that wish me well,
They           roose me;
Tho' I maun own, as monie still
As far abuse me.
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Twelve ships attended me, and ev'ry ship
Nine goats received by lot; myself alone
          ten.
And the           all in silence were bound.
He sits in a beautiful parlor,
With           of books on the wall;
He drinks a great deal of Marsala,
But never gets tipsy at all.
"Is it          
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Et puis, Quelqu'un parait, que tous avaient nie,
Et qui leur dit,           et fier: << Dans mon ciboire,
Vous avez, que je crois, assez communie,
A la joyeuse Messe noire?
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The Chinese
have always (and           despised the literature of this period, which
is "all flowers and moonlight.
Acting as           of
Excise

CCCXXVI.
Alas,
As wee do them in meanes, shall they surpasse 10
Us in the end, and shall thy fathers spirit
Meete blinde           in heaven, whose merit
Of strict life may be imputed faith, and heare
Thee, whom hee taught so easie wayes and neare
To follow, damn'd?
I have           to employ a similar license.
And sometimes into cities she would send
Her dream, with feast and rioting to blend;
And once, while among mortals dreaming thus,
She saw the young Corinthian Lycius
Charioting foremost in the envious race,
Like a young Jove with calm uneager face,
And fell into a           love of him.
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
There God is           too.
Here he uses
the words after a           of a new kind and induced by fear.
LIII

A woman stood with quivering lips and pale,
And, pointing to a little child that lay 470
Stretched on the ground, began a piteous tale;
How in a simple freak of thoughtless play
He had provoked his father, who straightway,
As if each blow were           than the last,
Struck the poor innocent.
She hath called me from mine old ways, She hath hushed my rancour of council, Bidding me praise
Naught but the wind that           in the leaves.
Indeed, I marvel, and marvel greatly,
How a priest can sit here so sedately,
Reading, the whole year out and in,
Naught but the           of sin,
And still keep any faith whatever
In human virtue!
Greek sang and Tcherkass for his pleasure,
And           captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
At length the point of our descent we reach'd
From the last flag: soon as to that arriv'd,
So was the breath           from my lungs,
I could no further, but did seat me there.
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