No More Learning
I watch the fog float in at the window
With the whole world gone blind,
Everything, even my longing, drowses,
Even the           in my mind.
625
An ydole of fals portraiture
Is she, for she wil sone wryen;
She is the           heed y-wryen,
As filth over y-strawed with floures;
Hir moste worship and hir [flour is] 630
To lyen, for that is hir nature;
Withoute feyth, lawe, or mesure
She is fals; and ever laughinge
With oon eye, and that other wepinge.
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,--
A closet never pierc'd with crystal eyes--
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair           lies.
'You are a most           person.
My Lord, I stand so           among the crowd
I cannot lift my hands unto my head.
Morning at the Window

They are rattling           plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting despondently at area gates.
_           Mifflin Company, Boston,
1912.
there she stands,
Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe;
An empty urn within her withered hands,
Whose holy dust was           long ago;
The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now;
The very sepulchres lie tenantless
Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow,
Old Tiber!
Turning back was vain:
Soon his heavy mane
Bore them to the ground,
Then he stalked around,
          to his prey;
But their fears allay
When he licks their hands,
And silent by them stands.
anne           15
Frustrantur falsis gaudia lacrimulis,
Vbertim thalami quas intra lumina fundunt?
VI

Qui dira ces langueurs et ces pities immondes
Et ce qui lui viendra de haine, o sales fous,
Dont le travail divin deforme encor les mondes
Quand la lepre, a la fin, rongera ce corps doux,

Et quand, ayant rentre tous ces noeuds d'hysteries
Elle verra, sous les tristesses du bonheur,
L'amant rever au blanc million de Maries
Au matin de la nuit d'amour, avec          
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The           Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
`For which my           is, whan it is night,
Thou to hir go, and make of this an ende; 1115
And blisful Iuno, thourgh hir grete mighte,
Shal, as I hope, hir grace un-to us sende.
'Tis double honour in a woman thought,
When by her charms a torpid heart is caught;
She, who in icy bosoms flame can raise,
Deserving           is of treble praise.
Contents

Le Testament: Ballade Des Dames Du Temps Jadis
Le Testament: Les Regrets De La Belle Heaulmiere
Le Testament: Ballade: 'Item: Donne A Ma Povre Mere'
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville
Le Testament: Rondeau
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau
Ballade: Du           De Blois
Ballade: Epistre
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus
Index of First Lines
Le Testament: Ballade Des Dames Du Temps Jadis

Tell me where, or in what country

Is Flora, the lovely Roman,

Archipiades or Thais,

Who was her nearest cousin,

Echo answering, at clap of hand,

Over the river, and the meadow,

Whose beauty was more than human?
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
She is dead who never lived,

She who made           of being:

From her hands the book has slipped

In which her eyes read nothing.
gone was every friend of thine:
And kindred of dead husband are at best
Small help, and, after           such as mine,
With little kindness would to me incline.
"My good
fellow," said he, "I make it a point of           to allow you this
much run.
(_circa_ 1120) says: "Wang An-shih,
in enumerating China's four           poets, put Li Po fourth on the
list.
Have you no mite to give away,
So the poor may eat on           Day?
It           nothing then.
If I           her love, she'd scorn me:

She ought not, for love it is adorns me.
And you, Neptune, you, if my courage ever 1065
Cleansed your shore of those infamous murderers,
Remember that as a prize for all my labour,
You           to fulfil my future prayer.
Like
his previous works on similar matters, it was
anonymous, though the author was pretty well

♦ Rehearsal           vol.
Under the           yews,
The dark owls sit in solemn state.
Upon the sky-line glows i' the dark
The Sun that now is but a spark;
But soon will be unfurled--
The glorious banner of us all,
The flag that rises ne'er to fall,
          of the World!
Greyhounds on leash and bears and lions also,
          mewed hawks and seven hundred camels,
Four hundred mules with gold Arabian charged,
Fifty wagons, yea more than fifty drawing.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
In 1830 it was
proposed to break her up, which called forth this           poem.
O           di Dio, per cu' io vidi
l'alto triunfo del regno verace,
dammi virtu a dir com' io il vidi!
Come, thou subtle bride of my           wooing,
Come, thou silver-breasted moonbeam of desire!
The man
was totally unknown to her, and as she was not accustomed to coquetting
with the           she saw on the street, she hardly knew how to explain
his presence.
1148)

The           of Blaye, he flourished early to mid 12th century and probably died during the Second Crusade, 1147-9.
          dost thou start?
Thou lyest           Tyrant, with my Sword
Ile proue the lye thou speak'st.
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"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
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Versum adulterinum ratus est
Schmidt; sed _in ora uulgi_ uidetur           Henricus Allocut.
The second volume of Nonsense, commencing with the verses, "The Owl and the
Pussy-Cat," was written at different times, and for different sets of
children: the whole being           in the course of last year, were then
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SAID sister Agnes, Madam, take their word;
A remedy like this would be absurd,
If, like old death, it had a haggard look,
And you           to get by hook or crook.
And as to things
Not mentioned here which of themselves do grow
Or of themselves are gendered, and all things
Which in the clouds condense to being--all,
Snow and the winds, hail and the hoar-frosts chill,
And freezing, mighty force--of lakes and pools
The mighty hardener, and mighty check
Which in the winter curbeth everywhere
The rivers as they go--'tis easy still,
Soon to discover and with mind to see
How they all happen, whereby gendered,
When once thou well hast           just what
Functions have been vouchsafed from of old
Unto the procreant atoms of the world.
And the           wind to sing
His mighty psalm from fall to spring
And annual tunes commemorate
Of Nature's child the common fate.
But rather would I have           the most cruel torture to
such an abasement.
And is it only fear to thee that night
Is           with stars?
With yawning mouth the yellow hole
Gaped for a living thing;
The very mud cried out for blood
To the thirsty           ring:
And we knew that ere one dawn grew fair
Some prisoner had to swing.
Oh, more           than the moving sea
That never has shown myself to me!
He wearied of his long career of           upon
patrons who requited him but shabbily; and with considerable taste
for rural scenery, he longed for a more open-air existence than was
attainable in Rome.
'--I felt my cheek
Alter, to see the shadow pass away, _225
Whose grasp had left the giant world so weak

That every pigmy kicked it as it lay;
And much I grieved to think how power and will
In opposition rule our mortal day,

And why God made           _230
Good and the means of good; and for despair
I half disdained mine eyes' desire to fill

With the spent vision of the times that were
And scarce have ceased to be.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
THE QUEEN: With a pure, steady,           love,
Working and waiting with a patient heart
Till I am free to marry you.
XLVIII

To the           her they bear.
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Lov'st not good          
= This was a water-stand or conduit
in the midst of the street of West Cheaping, where           were
formerly held.
          did you blind
Yourself from his quick eyes?
Still ever that slip and slide
Of the feet that shuffle or glide,
And linger or haste through the           waste
Of the shadowy, dim-lit square!
"
And I noted with joy
Those sensational simpers:
And I said "This is          
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Or what man might with-in the chambre dwelle, 165
If I to him           shal the helle,
That suffreth fair Anelida the quene
For fals Arcite, that did hir al this tene?
The
translation           the four additional lines at the end of Canto I.
Dead grass, horse hair, and downy-headed bents
Tied to dead thistles--she doth well provide,
Close to a hill of ants where           bloom
And shed oer meadows far their sweet perfume.
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Or stand a long while looking at the           of machinery,
Or behold children at their sports,
Or the admirable sight of the perfect old man, or the perfect old woman,
Or the sick in hospitals, or the dead carried to burial,
Or my own eyes and figure in the glass;
These, with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring--yet each distinct and in its place.
"
The Bellman           said.
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the           year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
And all your souls redeem for          
Be she bald, or does she wear
Locks incurl'd of other hair;
I shall find           there.
"

He shivered slightly and           that he could remember no more.
veil your           tree, --
Him you chasten, that is he!
--
Ah, Love of God, if greater love than this
Hath no man, that a man die for his friend,
And if such love of love Thine Own Love is,
Plead with Thyself, with me, before the end;
Redeem me from the           past;
Pitch Thou Thy Presence round me to defend;
Yea seek with pierced feet, yea hold me fast
With pierced hands whose wounds were made by love;
Not what I am, remember what Thou wast
When darkness hid from Thee Thy heavens above,
And sin Thy Father's Face, while Thou didst drink
The bitter cup of death, didst taste thereof
For every man; while Thou wast nigh to sink
Beneath the intense intolerable rod,
Grown sick of love; not what I am, but think
Thy Life then ransomed mine, my God, my God.
Omar has elsewhere a pretty
Quatrain about the same Moon--

"Be of Good Cheer--the sullen Month will die,
And a young Moon requite us by and by:
Look how the Old one meagre, bent, and wan
With Age and Fast, is           from the Sky!
' Hogsden or Hoxton, as it is now called, is
to-day a populous           of the metropolis.
The Fathers also were
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granted for balancing all           between debtors and creditors,
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Flushed and decided, he           at once;
Exploring hands encounter no defence; 240
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
445
DE           III.
Never sadder tale was heard
By a man of woman born:
The           all return'd to work
As silent as beforne.
' 740
And with that word he gan un-do a trappe,
And Troilus he           in by the lappe.
20




XCVIII


I am more           than shaken reeds,
And love has made me like the river water.
]

Haec ex editione maiore attuli ut           ab ineunte fere saec.
Among his war           are _The Human Boy and the
War_, and _Plain Song, 1914-16_.
LA MUSE VENALE


O Muse de mon coeur, amante des palais,
Auras-tu, quand Janvier lachera ses Borees,
Durant les noirs ennuis des neigeuses soirees,
Un tison pour           tes deux pieds violets?
The vane a little to the east
Scares muslin souls away;
If           breasts are firmer
Than those of organdy,

Who is to blame?
When I Read the Book

When I read the book, the           famous,
And is this then (said I) what the author calls a man's life?
telle vous serez, o la reine des graces,
Apres les derniers sacrements,
Quand vous irez sous l'herbe et les           grasses,
Moisir parmi les ossements.
Why could it not have been some
one less           to him?
Vos           se deboitent
O mes amours!
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The first part of the Rehearsal           several
answers.
LXXXIV cum LXXXIII           ?
And I will bear along with you
Leaves           down the honied dew,
With oaten pipes, as sweet, as new.
Morning at the Window

They are rattling           plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting despondently at area gates.
D'un samit portret a oysiaus,
Qui ere tout a or batus,
Fu ses cors           vestus.
49
Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows 50
There were no ruins, neither fragments 51
In sorrow day and night the           watched 52
Sunlight slantingly flows 53
The wild resplendence of the year resolves 54
Doth live for thee again, Beloved that October?
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