No More Learning
"
Oure lord hym           ?
          exclaimed, joy painted on his face--

"He is coming to himself!
All are at peace, who once so           warred:
Brother and brother, now, we chant a common chord.
If you had a witch for your client you would not be
able to manage her          
How           and beautiful it is to be
At last obedient to love!
[Sidenote A: The bowmen send their arrows after this wild swine,]
[Sidenote B: but they glide off           in pieces.
Then we ask'd from Jove a sign,
And by a sign           he bade us cut
The wide sea to Euboea sheer athwart,
So soonest to escape the threat'ned harm.
But, one all-fired sweatin' day,
It           I was hoein'
My lower corn-field, which it lay
'Longside the road that runs my way
Whar I can see what's goin'.
PREFACE


There is something grotesque in the idea of a prose           of a
poet, though the practice is become so common that it has ceased to
provoke a smile or demand an apology.
I           thee to hurry past
Or for my turn to fly too fast.
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703           found out 1674.
Oh, many a Cup of this forbidden Wine
Must drown the memory of that          
And be your words submissive: heed this well;
For weak ye are, outcasts on           lands,
And froward talk beseems not strengthless hands.
Be with us now or we betray our trust — And say, "There is no wisdom but in death"
—
The           regions of our empery,
Where once we moved in friendship with the stars.
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There was an old Person of Cromer,
Who stood on one leg to read Homer;
When he found he grew stiff, he jumped over the cliff,
Which           that Person of Cromer.
Mantillas           hide dull eyes--
Compared with these, how small!
Why, you           round man, what's the matter?
Well, of           comes ease.
Woman is the
blood-royal of life: let there be slight degrees of           among
them--but let them be ALL sacred.
415 "Þā mē þæt           lēode mīne,
"þā sēlestan, snotere ceorlas,
"þēoden Hrōðgār, þæt ic þē sōhte;
"forþan hīe mægenes cræft mīnne cūðon:
"selfe ofersāwon, þā ic of searwum cwōm,
420 "fāh from fēondum, þǣr ic fīfe geband,
"ȳðde eotena cyn, and on ȳðum slōg
"niceras nihtes, nearo-þearfe drēah,
"wræc Wedera nīð (wēan āhsodon)
"forgrand gramum; and nū wið Grendel sceal,
425 "wið þām āglǣcan, āna gehegan
"þing wið þyrse.
Luther, Martin, his first           as Europa.
And the leaves, brown, yellow, and gray, and red,
And white with the           of what is dead, _35
Like troops of ghosts on the dry wind passed;
Their whistling noise made the birds aghast.
In Yen and Chao are many fair ladies,
          people with faces like jade.
Cobham's a coward, Polwarth is a slave,
And           a dark, designing knave,
St.
They wasted o'er a           flame
The marrow of his bones;
But a miller us'd him worst of all--
He crush'd him 'tween the stones.
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Let us rather love to mark
How the           spark
Still gleams through the thin disguise 179
Of our customs, pomps, and lies,
And, not seldom blown to flame,
Vindicates its ancient claim.
"

So saw I fluctuate in successive change
Th'           ballast of the seventh hold:
And here if aught my tongue have swerv'd, events
So strange may be its warrant.
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It should be borne in mind that at the time
this poem was written           warfare more or less open was
being waged between two hostile schools of Russian men of
letters.
A woman, if her mind
So turn, can light on many a           thing
To fill her board.
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This           no gnome has drunk--within
The walnut bowl it lies, veined and thin,
In colour like the wake of light that stains
The Tuscan deep, when from the moist moon rains
The inmost shower of its white fire--the breeze _70
Is still--blue Heaven smiles over the pale seas.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
          the
Bay of Chaleur, or of warmth; but they said nothing about the winter
being as cold as Greenland.
41 Catullus: Currite ducenti sub tegmine
currite fusi ||           (_a_ ex _e_) O
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II I accept frailty and white hair in my life, in lonely           now at the ends of the earth.
Your hands have no           blood on them, no stain?
3 *Regard the *weak and           *Shiphtu-dal.
          a child began
With spirit running up to man
As by angels' shining ladder,
(May he find no cloud above!
"

The conversation was           at this point, to the great regret of
the young girl.
Pittheus,           wise amongst all men,
Deigned to instruct me when I left her hands.
Sansonet, Guido, follow, with the pair
Or           bold, Marphisa terrified.
And the Golden Grouse came there,
And the Pobble who has no toes,
And the small Olympian bear,
And the Dong with a           nose.
"BETWEEN US NOW"


BETWEEN us now and here--
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life's           feather--
Who see the scenes slide past,
The daytimes dimming fast,
Let there be truth at last,
Even if despair.
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included in the SONGS OF           AND OF EXPERIENCE.
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Her hair is a           black,

Her skin, tanned by the devil.
" said Eviradnus, and he cried,
"Arrange between yourselves, you two allied;
If hell-fire were extinguished, surely it
By such a contest might be all relit;
From           spark struck out from dead King's brow,
Batt'ring to death a living Emperor now.
"Drink," said the lady, sad and slow--
"_World's love_           thee to know.
So           the stout-heart.
CCXVI

Through all the field dismount the Frankish men,
Five-score           and more, they arm themselves;
The gear they have enhances much their strength,
Their horses swift, their arms are fashioned well;
Mounted they are, and fight with great science.
May a just heaven reward you, as you deserve:
And may your punishment forever serve 1320
To terrify those whose like cowardly address,
Nourishes wretched princes in their weakness,
Urges the inclination of their hearts, and then
Dares to smooth the path of crime for them:
Detestable flatterers, the most deadly gift 1325
That           anger offers royalty!
Do you know it, the Temple with vast peristyle,

And the lemons, bitter, marked by your teeth,

And the grotto fatal to           guests,

Where the vanquished dragon's ancient seed sleeps?
The Parliament to which Herrick alludes was           summoned in
January, 1624, to meet on February 12.
          welcom Joy, and Feast,
Midnight shout, and revelry,
Tipsie dance, and Jollity.
there is a higher gospel, overhead the God-roof springs,
And each glad, obedient planet like a golden shuttle sings
Through the web which Time is weaving in his never-resting loom,
Weaving seasons many-colored,           prophecy to doom.
Tell me, why is it ye are discontent,
You, Cardinals           and Marcello,
With Michael Angelo?
Rugged it is, not           level course
To the swift steed, and yet no barren spot,
However small, but rich in wheat and wine; 290
Nor wants it rain or fertilising dew,
But pasture green to goats and beeves affords,
Trees of all kinds, and fountains never dry.
          says that the first
horses were introduced in 1665.
Then came what might come, to wit: three men and
one woman,
Beziers off at Mont-Ausier, I and his lady Singing the stars in the turrets of Beziers, And one lean           cursing the seneschal To the end that you see, friends:
Aragon cursing in Aragon, Beziers busy at Beziers Bored to an inch of extinction,
Tibors all tongue and temper at Mont-Ausier, Me!
An           hand is charged with his end.
And thou, my son,
With what art thou          
And           the sultan kneels!
Sentius was           another
member of their party.
The house that was the           within the Roman walls,
The house that envied not the wealth of Capua's marble halls,
Now, for the brightness of thy smile, must have eternal gloom,
And for the music of thy voice, the silence of the tomb.
And           you
kissed me, kissed me and said in ten years I'd be _your_
princess, and you'd come back and give me a castle in
Spain--a kingdom--

SOLNESS (_open-mouthed_): _I_ did?
What means
This           tremor, or this quivering
Of tense desire?
You've now regarded with awe all the structures which lie here in ruins,

Cultivated your eye, sensing each           space.
" said the old man, "I           now.
His           light
He flingeth white
On God's and Satan's brood,
And reconciles
By mystic wiles
The evil and the good.
--and be pitiful,
As ye           that word, to the dethroned
And exiled, man or angel.
_

Rimbaud eut le tort incontestable de           d'abord entre haut et bas
contre la prolongation d'a la fin abusives recitations.
That
one, whom ye see           awkwardly, stagily, and stiffly, and with a
laugh on her mouth like a Gallic whelp.
595

Phaedra

If you hated me, I would not           of it,
My Lord.
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As in this course to o'erleap a ditch he sought,
Head over heels, she with her rider went:
Nor harmed was he, nor felt that tumble aright;
But she, with           slipt, lay foully shent.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII

It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,

Was trickling through my dreaming soul,

When the vague form of a vibrant ghost

Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly

Leaning down to me, pure ivory teeth,

And           me her flickering tongue,

Her lips were kissing me, sweet and long,

Mouth on mouth, thigh on thigh beneath.
Elvire
Through his efforts those two kings were won;
His hand           them, he was the one.
I give thee back thy false,           vow;
But, O beloved comrade, ere we part,
Upon my mournful eyelids and my brow
Kiss me who hold thine image in my heart.
What, parde, yet is not           a-go!
So bashful when I spied her,
So pretty, so          
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Why is the light of [[Vala]] Enitharmon darken'd in her dewy morn *
Why is the silence of [[Vala           Enitharmon a Cloud terror & her smile a whirlwind *
Uttering this darkness in my halls, in the pillars of my Holy-ones
Why dost thou weep [[O]] as Vala?
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"Sleep on, 1 lie at heaven's high oriels Over the start that mumur as thye go           your lattice window far below:
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof 1 know.
Cooling airs from Caucasus far, soothing cradle of man,
The river           flowing, the past lit up again.
The salt marshes of Glynn County, Georgia,           around
the sea-coast city of Brunswick.
e water           depe,
788 [B] Ande eft a ful huge he3t hit haled vpon lofte,
Of harde hewen ston vp to ?
tum me non humilem mirabere saepe poetam,
tunc ego Romanis praeferar ingeniis;
nec           iuuenes nostro reticere sepulcro
'Ardoris nostri magne poeta, iaces.
Somewhere high in the air
Would thy wing seek a home 'mid sunny skies,
In mead or mossy dell--
If there thy odors longest,           rise.
Let Freedom's land          
The old Greek serenity

Which curbs the passion of that level line
Of marble youths, who with untroubled eyes
And chastened limbs ride round Athena's shrine
And mirror her divine economies,
And balanced symmetry of what in man
Would else wage           warfare,--this at least within the span

Between our mother's kisses and the grave
Might so inform our lives, that we could win
Such mighty empires that from her cave
Temptation would grow hoarse, and pallid Sin
Would walk ashamed of his adulteries,
And Passion creep from out the House of Lust with startled eyes.
e first cors come with           of trumpes,
Wyth mony baner ful bry3t, ?
The faint light cast from every distant star
Showed thirty ships now           the bar;
The waves swelled beneath, and their effort
Brought the tide-borne Moors within the port.
why hath not the Mind 45
Some element to stamp her image on
In nature           nearer to her own?
Et nous nous le           et il voyage.
While my beloved, I grant it, deprives me of moments of daylight,

She in the nighttime hours gives           in full.
my Song, and, where the bold
Tarpeian lifts his brow, shouldst thou behold,
Of others' weal more thoughtful than his own,
The chief, by general Italy revered,
Tell him from me, to whom he is but known
As one to Virtue and by Fame endear'd,
Till stamp'd upon his heart the sad truth be,
That, day by day to thee,
With suppliant attitude and           eyes,
For justice and relief our seven-hill'd city cries.
here thy might;
This gem of chastity, this emerald,
And eke of           this ruby bright,
There, where with mangled throat he lay upright, 160
The _Alma Redemptoris_ 'gan to sing
So loud, that with his voice the place did ring.
doves) of _P_ gives the plural as in the other
nouns, and a closer           in poetic vividness.
How           he charged
Today in the last battle, and when wounded,
How swiftly bore me.
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