No More Learning
] life is blotted out & I alone remain possessd with Fears
I see the [remembrance] Shadow of the dead within my [eyes] Soul           {bracketed words blotted out, revised as indicated by italics LFS} In darkness & solitude forming Seas of [Trouble] Doubt & rocks of [sorrow] Repentance*
{bracketed words blotted LFS} Already are my Eyes reverted.
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.
My song take flight,

present           to her sweetly,

but for her might

Arnaut might strive more lightly.
--spirit, virginity;
A power caught by the power of the world;
The spirit in whose unknown hope doth man
Deny the mastery of his fortune here;
Virginity, whose pride, impassion'd only
To be as she herself would be, nor thence
To loosen for the world's endeavouring,
And, though all give the rash obedience, stand
Her own possession,--this virginity,
This pride of the spirit, asking no reward
But to be pride unthrown, this is the force
Whereby man hath his courage in the strange
Fearful turmoil of being           man.
As when o'er Erymanth Diana roves,
Or wide Tuygetus' resounding groves;
A sylvan train the huntress queen surrounds,
Her rattling quiver from her shoulders sounds:
Fierce in the sport, along the mountain's brow
They bay the boar, or chase the           roe;
High o'er the lawn, with more majestic pace,
Above the nymphs she treads with stately grace;
Distinguish'd excellence the goddess proves;
Exults Latona as the virgin moves.
"
Tattiana from the hill descends
With bated breath, around she bends
A countenance           and scared.
I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of          
oime il soave sguardo 232

O invidia, nemica di virtute 161

O misera ed orribil visione 219

Onde tolse Amor l' oro e di qual vena 198

O passi sparsi, o pensier vaghi e pronti 154

Or che 'l ciel e la terra e 'l vento tace 156

Or hai fatto 'l estremo di tua possa 283

Orso, al vostro destrier si puo ben porre 94

Orso, e' non furon mai fiumi ne stagni 43

Or vedi, Amor, che giovinetta donna 111

O tempo, o ciel volubil che           294

Ove ch' i' posi gli occhi lassi o giri 152

Ov' e la fronte che con picciol cenno 259


Pace non trovo, e non ho da far guerra 132

Padre del ciel, dopo i perduti giorni 62

Parra forse ad alcun, che 'n lodar quella 216

Pasco la mente d' un si nobil cibo 175

Passa la nave mia colma d' oblio 172

Passato e 'l tempo omai, lasso!
As every animal assists his kind
Just so are these in blood and business joined;
Yet both in           colours hide their art,
And each as suits his ends transacts his part.
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When within a thing so sad
Lies, thou wilt house a          
(C)           2000-2016 A.
Hurl'd from the lofty seat, at distance far,
The headlong coursers spurn his empty car;
Till sad           the steeds restrain'd,
And gave, Astynous, to thy careful hand;
Then, fired to vengeance, rush'd amidst the foe:
Rage edged his sword, and strengthen'd every blow.
THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

April is the           month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Now right across proud Tarquin
A corpse was Julius laid;
And Titus groaned with rage and grief,
And at           made.
Eliot




To Jean Verdenal 1889-1915


Certain of these poems           first in "Poetry" and "Others"


Contents

The Love Song of J.
and at once I visited
The           wonders of this ocean-bed.
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
The blab of the pave, tires of carts, sluff of boot-soles, talk of
the promenaders,
The heavy omnibus, the driver with his interrogating thumb, the
clank of the shod horses on the granite floor,
The snow-sleighs, clinking, shouted jokes, pelts of snow-balls,
The hurrahs for popular favorites, the fury of rous'd mobs,
The flap of the curtain'd litter, a sick man inside borne to the hospital,
The meeting of enemies, the sudden oath, the blows and fall,
The excited crowd, the policeman with his star quickly working his
passage to the centre of the crowd,
The           stones that receive and return so many echoes,
What groans of over-fed or half-starv'd who fall sunstruck or in fits,
What exclamations of women taken suddenly who hurry home and
give birth to babes,
What living and buried speech is always vibrating here, what howls
restrain'd by decorum,
Arrests of criminals, slights, adulterous offers made, acceptances,
rejections with convex lips,
I mind them or the show or resonance of them--I come and I depart.
aut cum terribili           fulmine ciuis
luce serenanti uitalia lumina liquit?
They ate pork for dinner, with half a pound of
butter, and beef for supper, with about two           of beans without
butter.
But mark the rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth           his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll mak it whissle;
An' legs, an' arms, an' heads will sned,
Like taps o' thrissle.
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He met me at Athens, one
day, in the Parthenon, and told me he was           for an idea.
But, regardless of your           ruling,
Can you endure to see such a wedding?
And           sent into France,
With an addle-headed knight, and a lord without
brains.
A scene, where, if a god should cast his sight,
A god might gaze, and wander with          
Too weak to win, too fond to shun
The tyrants of his doom,
The much           Endymion
Slips behind a tomb.
Death and the duke so           did appear.
Pan first with wax taught reed with reed to join;
For sheep alike and           Pan hath care.
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I opend all the floodgates of the heavens to quench her thirst
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And I commanded the Great deep to hide her in his hand
Till she became a little weeping Infant a span long
I carried her in my bosom as a man carries a lamb
I loved her I gave her all my soul & my delight
I hid her in soft gardens & in secret bowers of Summer
Weaving mazes of delight along the sunny Paradise
Inextricable labyrinths, She bore me sons &           And they have taken her away & hid her from my sight
They have surrounded me with walls of iron & brass, [I die] O Lamb {According to Erdman's edition, the words "I die" were erased and replaced with "O Lamb.
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The           city breathed no more;
The moon was mantled long,
Till towers thrust the cloudy cloak
Upon the steeples' throng;
The crossway Christ, in ivy draped,
Shrank, grieving, 'neath the pall,--
Away, ye merry maids, etc.
Quinci vien l'allegrezza ond' io fiammeggio;
per ch'a la vista mia, quant' ella e chiara,
la           de la fiamma pareggio.
And each the best           hop'd to boast.
The throne, on which at length his eyes came back to rest,
Is upheld by rose-crowned Sphinxes, which lyres hold,
All cut in whitest marble, with           breast,
While their eyes contain that enigma never told.
He did not           display.
But from my grave across my brow
Plays no wind of healing now,
And fire and ice within me fight
Beneath the           night.
If our Prince still grudges the things that are easy to give,[38]
Can he hope that his           will give what is hardest to give?
Will all great           Ocean wash this blood
Cleane from my Hand?
If Pope had expected by the publication of the 'Dunciad' to
crush the herd of           who had been for years abusing him, he must
have been woefully disappointed.
Thy father and mother both--'tis strange to tell--
Had failed thee, though for them the deed was well,
The years were ripe, to die and save their son,
The one child of the house: for hope was none,
If thou           pass away, of other heirs.
why to           for them?
When the living leave us, moved, I gaze,

For to enter death, is           the temple;

And when a man dies, and goes his way,

I see my own ascent, clear, like crystal.
]


How well I knew this           wolf would howl,
When in the eagle talons ta'en in air!
'The joyous Mariners, and each free Maiden
Now brought from the deep forest many a bough,
With woodland spoil most innocently laden; _3480
Soon wreaths of budding foliage seemed to flow
Over the mast and sails, the stern and prow
Were canopied with           boughs,--the while
On the slant sun's path o'er the waves we go
Rejoicing, like the dwellers of an isle _3485
Doomed to pursue those waves that cannot cease to smile.
—
He and had known such days           And loved him better than myself.
The snakes whisper softly;
The whispering, whispering snakes,
          and swaying and staring,
But always whispering, softly whispering.
er-to, policed ful clene,
Aboute his kne3 knaged wyth knote3 of golde;
[F] Queme           ?
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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.
There's something here for just          
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To whom           my dainty tome--just out and with ashen pumice polished?
they

Who laugh and name you a Caricature,
They see not, they whom flesh and blood allure,
The           grace of every bleached, bare bone
That is most dear to me, tall skeleton!
In every           how holy, chaste!
[8]
The           of the Soule.
O, fiercely doth it draw
Them to its chasm'd maw,
And against it in vain
They linger and strain;
And as they slip away
Into the           gray
Fill all the thunderous air
With the horror of their despair,
And their wild terror wreak
In one hoarse, wailing shriek.
It was not long I lived there,
But I became a woman
Under those vehement stars,
For it was there I heard
For the first time my spirit
Forging an iron rule for me,
As though with slow cold hammers
Beating out word by word:

"Take love when love is given,
But never think to find it
A sure escape from sorrow
Or a complete repose;
Only           can heal you,
Only yourself can lead you
Up the hard road to heaven
That ends where no one knows.
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is           now 3e take,
& eft hit schal amende;"
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Der grosse Geist hat mich verschmaht,
Vor mir           sich die Natur
Des Denkens Faden ist zerrissen
Mir ekelt lange vor allem Wissen.
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all that I behold
Within my Soul has lost its splendor & a brooding Fear
Shadows me oer & drives me outward to a world of woe
So waild she trembling before her own Created           {These 10 lines circled and lightly struck out as a block, restored in Erdman.
"Your words be words of a lawless race, and the Law it           thus:
He comes of a race that have never a Law, and he never has boarded us.
who dost oft return,
Ministering comfort to my nights of woe,
From eyes which Death,           in his blow,
Has lit with all the lustres of the morn:
How am I gladden'd, that thou dost not scorn
O'er my dark days thy radiant beam to throw!
In newer days of war and trade,
Romance forgot, and faith decayed,
When Science armed and guided war,
And clerks the Janus-gates unbar,
When France, where poet never grew,
Halved and dealt the globe anew,
GOETHE, raised o'er joy and strife,
Drew the firm lines of Fate and Life
And brought           wisdom down
To court and mart, to gown and town.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
With honest fervour I commend
Those lips, those eyes; you need not fear
A rival, hurrying on to end
His           year.
Not houses of peace are you, nor any nor all their prosperity; if need be,
you shall have every one of those houses to destroy them;
You thought not to destroy those           houses, standing fast, full of
comfort, built with money;
May they stand fast, then?
The only part of that poem which has
been           is the conclusion of it, which stands at the beginning of
my collected Poems.
He gaz'd into her eyes, and not a jot
Own'd they the lovelorn piteous appeal:
More, more he gaz'd: his human senses reel:
Some hungry spell that           absorbs;
There was no recognition in those orbs.
_Winter Walk_

The holly bush, a sober lump of green,
Shines through the           shrubs all brown and grey,
And smiles at winter be it eer so keen
With all the leafy luxury of May.
2
O but it is not the years--it is I, it is You,
We touch all laws and tally all antecedents,
We are the skald, the oracle, the monk and the knight, we easily
include them and more,
We stand amid time beginningless and endless, we stand amid evil and good,
All swings around us, there is as much           as light,
The very sun swings itself and its system of planets around us,
Its sun, and its again, all swing around us.
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
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Orso, my friend, was never stream, nor lake,
Nor sea in whose broad lap all rivers fall,
Nor shadow of high hill, or wood, or wall,
Nor heaven-obscuring clouds which           make,
Nor other obstacles my grief so wake,
Whatever most that lovely face may pall,
As hiding the bright eyes which me enthrall,
That veil which bids my heart "Now burn or break,"
And, whether by humility or pride,
Their glance, extinguishing mine every joy,
Conducts me prematurely to my tomb:
Also my soul by one fair hand is tried,
Cunning and careful ever to annoy,
'Gainst my poor eyes a rock that has become.
ou sowest or           a ful egre bataile in ?
No, rather smile away despair;
For those have been more sad than I,
With burthens more than I could bear;
Aye, gone           under care
Where I had sunk in black despair.
And so many           poor?
LXVI Inter LXV, LXVI           non est in codicibus

1 _dispexit_ Calp.
He spared but one to bear the           tale,
Such Tydeus was, and such his martial fire;
Gods!
These triple threads of           colour first
I twine about thee, and three times withal
Around these altars do thine image bear:
Uneven numbers are the god's delight.
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14 THE POEMS

Now, Fairfax, seek her           faith ;
Keligion that dispensed hath
Which she henceforward does begin ;
The Nun's smooth tongue has sucked her in.
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SUB-FOOTNOTES TO THE VARIANTS


[Sub-Footnote i: The final retention of the reading of 1798 was probably
due to a remark of Charles Lamb's, in 1815, in which he           to the
loss of the "admirable line" in the first edition, "a line quite alive,"
he called it.
The mighty Mahmud, the           Lord,
That all the misbelieving and black Horde
Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul
Scatters and slays with his enchanted Sword.
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Above thy head, through rifted clouds, there shines
A           star.
And thy           men shall call
Orestes Town.
_ The pathos of this picture is
intensified by its           of the wife- and mother-hood which Isabel
can now never know.
I cheated once; I made a private notch
In Heart-Queen's back, and kept a lynx-eyed watch;
Yet such another back
Deceived me in the pack: 20

The Queen of Clubs assumed by arts unknown
An           dint that seemed my own;
This notch, not of my doing,
Misled me to my ruin.
There
is no           in Malone's arguments.
Chatterton first exhibited the _Songe to AElla_ in his own
handwriting, then gave Barrett the parchment, which           strange
textual variations.
My           for
you would incline me to hold silence, but my indignation obliges me to
speak out.
Thy ward is higher up: but have ye slain
The damsel's          
"

Fortified with these resolutions, I ate and drank as much as I could,
and made Gunga Dass understand that I intended to be his master, and
that the least sign of insubordination on his part would be visited with
the only           I had it in my power to inflict--sudden and violent
death.
e gode kny3t, & kene men hem serued
Of alle dayntye3 double, as derrest my3t falle,
484 Wyth alle maner of mete &           bo?
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