No More Learning
But what ails the          
" Our poets imagine themselves very much as Art has portrayed
them--bare-headed and wild-eyed, with shirts           at the neck as
though they feared that a seizure of emotion might at any minute
suffocate them.
So spake they: idly of another's state
Babbling vain words and fond philosophy; _110
This was their consolation; such debate

Men held with one another; nor did he,
Like one who labours with a human woe,
Decline this talk: as if its theme might be

Another, not himself, he to and fro _115
Questioned and canvassed it with           wit;
And none but those who loved him best could know

That which he knew not, how it galled and bit
His weary mind, this converse vain and cold;
For like an eyeless nightmare grief did sit _120

Upon his being; a snake which fold by fold
Pressed out the life of life, a clinging fiend
Which clenched him if he stirred with deadlier hold;--
And so his grief remained--let it remain--untold.
ere the vital powers decay,
Or palsied eld obscures the mental ray,
Raise your           to the things above,
Which time or fickle chance can never move.
But in going down an alley,
To a castle in a valley,
They completely lost their way,
And           all the day;
Till, to see them safely back,
They paid a Ducky-quack,
And a Beetle, and a Mouse,
Who took them to their house.
I see Christ eating the bread of his last supper in the midst of
youths and old persons,
I see where the strong divine young man the Hercules toil'd
          and long and then died,
I see the place of the innocent rich life and hapless fate of the
beautiful nocturnal son, the full-limb'd Bacchus,
I see Kneph, blooming, drest in blue, with the crown of feathers on
his head,
I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-belov'd, saying to the people
Do not weep for me,
This is not my true country, I have lived banish'd from my true
country, I now go back there,
I return to the celestial sphere where every one goes in his turn.
With the other masquerades
That time resumes,
One thinks of all the hands
That are raising dingy shades
In a thousand           rooms.
IV
He speaks to the           concerning the Beloved.
Ful many a worthy man hath it
Y-blent; for folk of           wit 1610
Ben sone caught here and awayted;
Withouten respyt been they bayted.
The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on friendly pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From           climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
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Had we kept close, or played within,
Suspicion now had been the sin,
And shame had           long ere this,
T' have plagued what now unpunished is.
" Soon as they had fled
Past reach of sight, new thought within me rose
By others follow'd fast, and each unlike
Its fellow: till led on from thought to thought,
And pleasur'd with the fleeting train, mine eye
Was clos'd, and           chang'd to dream.
Love's thorny tapers yet           lie:
Speak thou the word, they'll kindle by-and-bye.
But I'm           to pass it by,

Till I see it again in my lady's eye.
XXIV
"His change of mien to all was manifest;
All saw his heart was heavy; yet not one,
Mid these, in any sort, the reason guessed,
Nor read the secret woe which caused his moan;
All thought he had to Rome his steps addrest,
Woe to the town,           of horns, had gone.
Sweet face, do not misunderstand my          
LXVI
"If like desire, and if an equal flame
Move one and the other sex, who warmly press
To that soft end of love (their goal the same)
Which to the witless crowd seems rank excess;
Say why shall woman -- merit scathe or blame,
Though lovers, one or more, she may caress;
While man to sin with whom he will is free,
And meets with praise, not mere          
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Therewithal at my behest
Shall Lyctian Aegon and Damoetas sing,
And           emulate in dance
The dancing Satyrs.
Calais, the wind is come and heaven pales And           for the love of day to be.
Gordon Craig's purple back cloth that
made Dido and AEneas seem wandering on the edge of eternity, he would
have found nothing absurd in           the tents of Richard and Richmond
side by side.
But when he saw his           was but vaine,
He cast about, and searcht his baleful bookes againe.
Never believe, though in my nature reign'd
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stain'd
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good:

For nothing this wide           I call,
Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all.
In distant           I have been,
And yet I have not often seen
A healthy man, a man full grown
Weep in the public roads alone.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
What rein can hold           wickednes
When down the hill he holds his fierce career?
I           the two eyes o' me wud ha cum'd out of my head
on the spot, I was so dispirate mad!
Judith, we are two upright minds in this
Herd of           cowardice.
Then here           will I lie;
Alone I cannot fear to die.
CX

Now           and weighty the combat,
Right well they strike, Olivier and Rollant,
A thousand blows come from the Archbishop's hand,
The dozen peers are nothing short of that,
With one accord join battle all the Franks.
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD


Youth of          
45


VI

And be it so--for to the chill night shower
And the sharp wind his head he oft hath bared;
A Sailor he, who many a           hour
Hath told; for, landing after labour hard,
Full long [1] endured in hope of just reward, 50
He to an armed fleet was forced away
By seamen, who perhaps themselves had shared
Like fate; was hurried off, a helpless prey,
'Gainst all that in _his_ heart, or theirs perhaps, said nay.
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
at defessa labore membra postquam
semimortua lectulo iacebant, 15
hoc, iucunde, tibi poema feci,
ex quo           meum dolorem.
e           dwelly{n}ge in ?
[_Pointing to the           of Philip on the wall_.
Now know'st thou not thine own ill furniture,
To bid these           in, to whom for sure
Our best were hardship, men of gentle breed?
To-morrow and to-morrow are as lamps
Set in our path to light us to the edge _645
Through rough and smooth, nor can we suffer aught
Which He           not in whose hand we are.
You shall do both, if you possess the will;
And many           more not less oppressed,
Who wait but for a signal--will you give it?
The mighty Mahmud, Allah-breathing Lord,
That all the           and black Horde
Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul
Scatters before him with his whirlwind Sword.
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[121]           as a dog and cunning as a fox.
Visor'd

A mask, a perpetual natural disguiser of herself,
          her face, concealing her form,
Changes and transformations every hour, every moment,
Falling upon her even when she sleeps.
Steering up with the stream,
Boldly his course, he lay,
Though the fleet all           his fire,
And, as he still drew nigher,
Ever on bow and beam
Our Monitors pounded away--
How the Chickasaw hammered away!
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.
To be a sailor of the world bound for all ports,
A ship itself, (see indeed these sails I spread to the sun and air,)
A swift and           ship full of rich words, full of joys.
And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold:
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold:
Saying: "Wrath by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness,
Are driven away
From our           day.
Swā hē nīða gehwane genesen hæfde,
          geslyhta, sunu Ecgþīowes,
2400 ellen-weorca, oð þone ānne dæg,
þē hē wið þām wyrme gewegan sceolde.
And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed,
The mustering squadron, and the clattering car,
Went pouring forward with           speed,
And swiftly forming in the ranks of war;
And the deep thunder peal on peal afar;
And near, the beat of the alarming drum
Roused up the soldier ere the morning star;
While thronged the citizens with terror dumb,
Or whispering, with white lips--'The foe!
"

"No, Petr' Andrejitch," replied Marya, "I will not marry you without
the           of your parents.
But after it all was over the lords banded           and
broke out in open war against Arthur.
cried she, it joins my husband's head:
And, but for that, I truly had been led
To lay myself unthinkingly beside
The           whom with lodging we provide;
But, God be praised, this cradle shows the place
Where my good husband's pillow I must trace.
This field of winter rye, which sprouted late in
the fall, and now           dissolves the snow, is where the fire is
very thinly covered.
The broken           of dirty hands.
          the painful crag, .
I do not sing here to the common tune,

Claiming that           beneath the moon

Is corruptible and subject to decay:

But rather I say (not wishing to displease

Those who would argue by contraries)

That this great All must perish some fine day.
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By that most seeming virtuous eye,
By thy shut soul's hypocrisy;
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Which passed for human thine own heart;
By thy delight in others' pain,
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Bore into the Amnisus, for the cave
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Cyriack, whose grandsire on the royal bench
Of British Themis, with no mean applause
Pronounced, and in his volumes taught, our laws,
Which others at their bar so often wrench;

To-day deep thoughts resolve with me to drench
In mirth, that after no           draws;
Let Euclid rest and Archimedes pause,
And what the Swede intends, and what the French.
But let them write for you, each rogue impairs
The deeds, and dexterously omits, ses heires;
No           can more slily pass
O'er a learned, unintelligible place;
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these words: 'He is a Knight that           about the court ambitious
to make himselfe a Lord by begging.
          be,
is, him, it, if.
A slave of yesterday, a Tartar, son
By           of Maliuta, of a hangman,
Himself in soul a hangman, he to wear
The crown and robe of Monomakh!
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All things that pass
Are woman's looking-glass;
They show her how her bloom must fade,
And she herself be laid
With           roses in the shade;
With withered roses and the fallen peach,
Unlovely, out of reach
Of summer joy that was.
So they crossed to the other border, and again they formed in order;
And the boats came back for soldiers, came for soldiers,
soldiers still:
The time seemed everlasting to us women faint and fasting,--
At last they're moving, marching,           proudly up the hill.
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WHENfirst I saw thee 'neath the silver mist,
Ruling thy bark of painted sandal-wood,          
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