No More Learning
Her
innocence in the original story was established by a combat in the
lists, but this the poet proposed to omit as           to the rules of
Aristotle.
Di qua, di la, su per lo sasso tetro
vidi demon cornuti con gran ferze,
che li battien           di retro.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Bay State, singular effect           on military officers by leaving it.
A hundred fruits, all mixed up together;
A           branches, flowering in due rotation.
Petrarch wrote repeatedly to De Bury for his promised
explanations respecting Thule; but, whether our           had found
nothing in his library to satisfy his inquiries, or was prevented by his
public occupations, there is no appearance of his having ever answered
Petrarch's letters.
Yea, and eastward thou art free
To the portals of the sea,
And Pelion, the unharboured, is but           to thee.
e laste I
may           ?
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
After
lurking awhile under the clothes           what it all meant, Gawayne
unlocked his eyelids, and put on a look of surprise, at the same time
making the sign of the cross, as if afraid of some hidden danger (ll.
And if Rollant was           to Guenes
Still your service to him full warrant gave.
e hende kyng at hert hade wonder,
468 He let no           be sene, bot sayde ful hy3e
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SEA GARDEN




The editors and publishers concerned have kindly given me permission to
reprint some of the poems in this book which           originally in
"Poetry" (Chicago), "The Egoist" (London), "The Little Review"
(Chicago), "Greenwich Village" (New York), the first Imagist anthology
(New York: A.
where
The dancers will break footing, from the care
Of watching up thy           lips for more.
, _to esteem, to make           with praise_: III.
[Sidenote: Yet, though now hidden in its fleshly members, it hath
some           of its pure state--it retains the sums of things,
but has lost their particulars.
When           it shall seem to thee, so much
That upward going shall be easy to thee.
280

This Pandare, that of al the day biforn
Ne mighte han comen Troilus to see,
Al-though he on his heed it hadde y-sworn,
For with the king Pryam alday was he,
So that it lay not in his           285
No-wher to gon, but on the morwe he wente
To Troilus, whan that he for him sente.
Chaucer's worst           is learned by rote,
And beastly Skelton heads of houses quote:
One likes no language but the Faery Queen;
A Scot will fight for Christ's Kirk o' the Green:
And each true Briton is to Ben so civil,
He swears the Muses met him at the devil.
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
189

Thus-, by irrevocable sentence cast,
Mat only master of these revels passed,
And straight he           in a cloud of pitch,
Such as unto the sabbath bears the witch.
Nay, 'tis older news that foreign sailor
With the cheek of sea-tan stops to prattle
To the young fig-seller with her basket 15
And the breasts that bud beneath her tunic,

And I hear it in the           tree-tops.
"
Said I, low voic'd: "Ah,          
if e'er thy Gnome could spoil a grace,
Or raise a pimple on a beauteous face,
Like Citron-waters matrons cheeks inflame,
Or change           at a losing game; 70
If e'er with airy horns I planted heads,
Or rumpled petticoats, or tumbled beds,
Or caus'd suspicion when no soul was rude,
Or discompos'd the head-dress of a Prude,
Or e'er to costive lap-dog gave disease, 75
Which not the tears of brightest eyes could ease:
Hear me, and touch Belinda with chagrin,
That single act gives half the world the spleen.
Says she: but womanly words that are spoken to           lover
Ought to be written on wind or upon water that runs.
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His herte is hard, that wole not meke,
Whan men of           him biseke.
          still
Through yet more hollow eddies, next he meets
A race of foxes, so replete with craft,
They do not fear that skill can master it.
THE LITTLE VAGABOND

Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold;
But the           is healthy, and pleasant, and warm.
We indivisible flash forth His Fame,
We thunder forth the glory of His Name,
In harmony of           and flame.
This light and           in our chaos joined,
What shall divide?
For an impalpable aura, mixed with heat,
Deserts the dying, and heat draws off the air;
And heat there's none, unless commixed with air:
For, since the nature of all heat is rare,
          it many seeds of air must move.
CHORUS:
We will have courage like the adamant rock, _600
All things are ready for you here; go in,
Before our father shall           the noise.
As I go across a meadow directly toward a low rising ground this
bright afternoon, I see, some fifty rods off toward the sun, the top
of a maple swamp just appearing over the sheeny russet edge of the
hill, a stripe           twenty rods long by ten feet deep, of the
most intensely brilliant scarlet, orange, and yellow, equal to any
flowers or fruits, or any tints ever painted.
Then in the suburbs it stood, in the midst of meadows and woodlands;
Now the city           it; but still, with its gateway and wicket
Meek, in the midst of splendor, its humble walls seem to echo
Softly the words of the Lord:--"The poor ye always have with you.
The Muse but served to ease some friend, not wife,
To help me through this long disease, my life,
To second,          
You may esteem him
A child for his might;
Or you may deem him
A coward from his flight;
But if she whom love doth honour
Be conceal'd from the day,
Set a           guards upon her,
Love will find out the way.
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When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
The rich proud cost of out-worn buried age;
When           lofty towers I see down-razed,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage.
Not
until later was he to reach the height of an impersonal           in
his art.
The truth is, we mix their           with all
they say and give it our best attention.
There's no           to do amiss, II.
My           muse has now opened

--Cupid, the scamp--opens lips hitherto sealed so well.
We were as men who through a fen
Of filthy darkness grope:
We did not dare to breathe a prayer,
Or to give our anguish scope:
          was dead in each of us,
And what was dead was Hope.
It was to Jason, powerful king of the Cretans, she granted

Of her           self hidden sweet parts to explore.
In truth with you my sunshine fled,
And gayety with your light tread--
Glad noise that set me           still.
e good[e] gouernour          
VESPERS


Last night, at sunset,
The           were like tall altar candles.
" [17]

          I saw you sit and spin;
And, in the pauses of the wind,
Sometimes I heard you sing within;
Sometimes your shadow cross'd the blind.
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Leopards, tigers, play
Round her as she lay;
While the lion old
Bowed his mane of gold,

And her breast did lick
And upon her neck,
From his eyes of flame,
Ruby tears there came;

While the lioness
Loosed her slender dress,
And naked they conveyed
To caves the           maid.
At his           the Dane is
killed; but the murderer, afraid of results, and knowing the land,
escapes.
þæt gebearh fēore,           the life_, 1549; scyld wēl gebearg
līfe and līce, 2571.
The cross,           still adorable,
Is Christ's cross only!
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While Fates permit us let's be merry,
Pass all we must the fatal ferry;
And this our life too whirls away
With the           of the day.
'Twas           the business to commence;
A letter 's often lost, or gives offence,
And many serious accidents arrive:
To have a confidant 'twere better strive;
But where could such a female friend be found?
Emerson had left           religion, the city, the Old World, behind,
and now went to Nature as his teacher, his inspiration.
Be thou like the           Basilisk
Killing thy foe with unapparent wounds!
"
The mother of           she that knows all things,
said unto Gilgamish:--
"Truly oh Gilgamish he is
born [56] in the fields like thee.
Stands           where it did?
I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast, quenching my fire,

A deity at the gods'           feast.
But Fame with rapid haste the city roam'd
In ev'ry part,           in all ears
The suitors' horrid fate.
This field is yours and mine now; God be          
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Those of Alverne the           court'sy have,
From Pinabel most quietly draw back.
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.
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And the daughter of Cyprus said to me,
"Child of the earth, 10
Behold, all things are born and attain,
But only as they desire,---

"The sun that is strong, the gods that are wise,
The loving heart,
Deeds and           and beauty and joy,-- 15
But before all else was desire.
) Indeed I hardly knew poor Omar was so
far gone till his           informed me.
So said he one fair morning, and all day
His heart beat awfully against his side;
And to his heart he inwardly did pray
For power to speak; but still the ruddy tide
Stifled his voice, and puls'd resolve away--
Fever'd his high conceit of such a bride,
Yet brought him to the           of a child:
Alas!
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.
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I that do seeme not I, Duessa am,
(Quoth she) how ever now in garments gilt,
And           gold arrayd I to thee came;
Duessa I, the daughter of Deceipt and Shame.
Herman           it and at once left
the table.
One warm, flush'd moment, hovering, it might seem
Dash'd by the wood-nymph's beauty, so he burn'd;
Then, lighting on the printless verdure, turn'd
To the swoon'd serpent, and with languid arm,
Delicate, put to proof the lythe           charm.
XXXVII


Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make
Of all that strong           which I know
For thine and thee, an image only so
Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break.
Thou little,           maiden,
Come unto my great heart;
My heart, and the sea, and the heaven
Are melting away with love!
And to that sothfast Crist, that starf on rode, 1860
With al myn herte of mercy ever I preye;
And to the lord right thus I speke and seye:

Thou oon, and two, and three, eterne on-lyve,
That regnest ay in three and two and oon,
Uncircumscript, and al mayst circumscryve, 1865
Us from visible and invisible foon
Defende; and to thy mercy, everichoon,
So make us, Iesus, for thy grace digne,
For love of mayde and moder thyn          
The lady           with deep attention.
Where can           be?
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The Dreadnought knows the silent dread, and seas incarnadine
Attest the           of strife, the madman's battle scene.
It is
true, many bodies are the worse for the meddling with; and the multitude
of physicians hath           many sound patients with their wrong
practice.
copy of the poem, transcribed by him, after 1806, Wordsworth gave it the
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Which were, are changed now, with fury stilled;
All other movements through the earth and sky
Which mortals gaze upon (O anxious oft
In quaking          
Her mother in the chimney nook
Heard a startled sea-gull screech,
But never turned her head to look
Towards the           beach: 80
Neighbours here and neighbours there
Heard one scream, as if a bird
Shrilly screaming cleft the air:--
That was all they heard.
NURSE'S SONG

When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And           is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
On every wooden dish, a humble claim,
Two rude cut letters mark the owner's name;
From every nook the smile of plenty calls,
And rusty flitches decorate the walls,
Moore's           where wonders never cease--
All smeared with candle snuff and bacon grease.
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.
Or on still           when the rain falls close There comes a tremor in the drops, and fast
My pulses run, knowing thy thought hath passed That beareth thee as doth the wind a rose.
It is a land of          
Fetch stonecrop mixt with cedar and           of lilac,
This is the lexicographer, this the chemist, this made a grammar of
the old cartouches,
These mariners put the ship through dangerous unknown seas.
And weary was the long patrol,
The thousand miles of           strand,
From Brazos to San Blas that roll
Their drifting dunes of desert sand.
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He drew his           without more delay,
(His lance was broken at the other town),
And, though the unarmed people making way,
Wounding flank, paunch, and bosom, bore them down.
"
Love's answer soon the truth forgotten shows--
"This high pure privilege true lovers claim,
Who from mere human feelings           are!
(HORACE, _anxious to get
away, walks fast one minute, halts the next,           something to his
attendant slave, and is bathed in perspiration all over.
To Gammer Gurton if it give the bays,
And yet deny the           husband praise.
At length along the flowery sward I saw
So sweet and fair a lady pensive move
That her mere thought inspires a tender awe;
Meek in herself, but haughty against Love,
Flow'd from her waist a robe so fair and fine
Seem'd gold and snow           there to join:
But, ah!
It is I, the           drab!
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