No More Learning
Thence Beowulf fled
through           of himself and his swimming power,
though alone, and his arms were laden with thirty
coats of mail, when he came to the sea!
I ance was ty'd up like a stirk,
For civilly           and quaffing;
I ance was abused in the kirk,
Fer touzling a lass i' my daffin.
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Why did you fail to appear at the cot in the           today, Love?
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if           of light.
You they must certainly
interest, in           you of moments to which you can hardly look back
without a pleasure not the less dear from a shade of melancholy.
Charon, the proud and sombre beggar, stood
With one strong,           hand on either oar.
He carried this so far, that an old musty
Hebrew concordance, which we had in a present from a neighbouring
priest, by mere dint of applying it, as doctors do a blistering
plaster, between his shoulders, Stitch, in a dozen pilgrimages,
acquired as much           theology as the said priest had done by
forty years perusal of the pages.
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Roots and fibres, snake-like, crawling,
Out from rocky, sandy places,
Wheresoe'er we turn our faces,
Stretch enormous fingers round us,
Here to catch us, there           us;
Thick, black knars to life are starting,
Polypusses'-feelers darting
At the traveller.
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          thine eyes to keep their colours true,
And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the secretaries of           Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
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I may not lean across the wicket, turning 11
As on the languorous settle 12
Silvery swallows I saw flying 13
Through the blossoms softly simmer 17
Were it much to implore thee 18
Since I be down-cast 19
See my child I'm going 20
This is just the kind of morning 21
Through the casement a noble-child saw 22
Come in the death-foreboded park, to view 25
'Neath trembling tree-tops to and fro we wander 26
Let us surround the silent pool 27
To-day we will not cross the garden-railing 27
The blue-toned           and the blood-red poppies .
Samson was           by Delilah, and David
suffered much through Bathsheba.
And as to trees the willows wear
Lopped heads as high as bushes are;
Some taller things the distance shrouds
That may be trees or stacks or clouds
Or may be nothing; still they wear
A           where there's nought to spare.
(It falls and sings through the years, but wakes
No           echo of joy or pain.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
FOOTNOTES


{253} The "Race" is the turbulent sea-area off the Bill of Portland,
where           tides meet.
tombe neige
Tombe et que n'ai-je
Ma bien-aimee entre mes bras


POEME LU AU MARIAGE D'ANDRE SALMON

Le 13 juillet 1909

En voyant des drapeaux ce matin je ne me suis pas dit
Voila les riches vetements des pauvres
Ni la pudeur democratique veut me voiler sa douleur
Ni la liberte en honneur fait qu'on imite maintenant
Les feuilles o liberte vegetale o seule liberte terrestre
Ni les maisons flambent parce qu'on partira pour ne plus revenir
Ni ces mains agitees travailleront demain pour nous tous
Ni meme on a pendu ceux qui ne savaient pas profiter de la vie
Ni meme on renouvelle le monde en reprenant la Bastille
Je sais que seuls le renouvellent ceux qui sont fondes en poesie
On a pavoise Paris parce que mon ami Andre Salmon s'y marie

Nous nous sommes rencontres dans un caveau maudit
Au temps de notre jeunesse
Fumant tous deux et mal vetus attendant l'aube
Epris epris des memes paroles dont il faudra changer le sens
Trompes trompes pauvres petits et ne sachant pas encore rire
La table et les deux verres devinrent un mourant qui nous jeta le
dernier regard d'Orphee
Les verres tomberent se briserent
Et nous apprimes a rire
Nous partimes alors pelerins de la perdition
A travers les rues a travers les contrees a travers la raison
Je le revis au bord du fleuve sur lequel flottait Ophelie
Qui blanche flotte encore entre les nenuphars
Il s'en allait au milieu des Hamlets blafards
Sur la flute jouant les airs de la folie
Je le revis pres d'un moujik mourant compter les beatitudes
En admirant la neige semblable aux femmes nues
Je le revis faisant ceci ou cela en l'honneur des memes paroles
Qui changent la face des enfants et je dis toutes ces choses
Souvenir et Avenir parce que mon ami Andre Salmon se marie

Rejouissons-nous non pas parce que notre amitie a ete le fleuve
qui nous a fertilises
Terrains riverains dont l'abondance est la nourriture que tous
esperent
Ni parce que nos verres nous jettent encore une fois le regard
d'Orphee mourant
Ni parce que nous avons tant grandi que beaucoup pourraient
confondre nos yeux et les etoiles
Ni parce que les drapeaux claquent aux fenetres des citoyens qui
sont           depuis cent ans d'avoir la vie et de menues choses a
defendre
Ni parce que fondes en poesie nous avons des droits sur les
paroles qui forment et defont l'Univers
Ni parce que nous pouvons pleurer sans ridicule et que nous savons
rire
Ni parce que nous fumons et buvons comme autrefois
Rejouissons-nous parce que directeur du feu et des poetes
L'amour qui emplit ainsi que la lumiere
Tout le solide espace entre les etoiles et les planetes
L'amour veut qu'aujourd'hui mon ami Andre Salmon se marie


L'ADIEU

J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyere
L'automne est morte souviens-t'en
Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre
Odeur du temps brin de bruyere
Et souviens-toi que je t'attends


SALOME

Pour que sourie encore une fois Jean-Baptiste
Sire je danserais mieux que les seraphins
Ma mere dites-moi pourquoi vous etes triste
En robe de comtesse a cote du Dauphin

Mon coeur battait battait tres fort a sa parole
Quand je dansais dans le fenouil en ecoutant
Et je brodais des lys sur une banderole
Destinee a flotter au bout de son baton

Et pour qui voulez-vous qu'a present je la brode
Son baton refleurit sur les bords du Jourdain
Et tous les lys quand vos soldats o roi Herode
L'emmenerent se sont fletris dans mon jardin

Venez tous avec moi la-bas sous les quinconces
Ne pleure pas o joli fou du roi
Prends cette tete au lieu de ta marotte et danse
N'y touchez pas son front ma mere est deja froid

Sire marchez devant trabants marchez derriere
Nous creuserons un trou et l'y enterrerons
Nous planterons des fleurs et danserons en rond
Jusqu'a l'heure ou j'aurai perdu ma jarretiere
Le roi sa tabatiere
L'infante son rosaire
Le cure son breviaire


LA PORTE

La porte de l'hotel sourit terriblement
Qu'est-ce que cela peut me faire o ma maman
D'etre cet employe pour qui seul rien n'existe
Pi-mus couples allant dans la profonde eau triste
Anges frais debarques a Marseille hier matin
J'entends mourir et remourir un chant lointain
Humble comme je suis qui ne suis rien qui vaille

Enfant je t'ai donne ce que j'avais travaille


MERLIN ET LA VIEILLE FEMME

Le soleil ce jour-la s'etalait comme un ventre
Maternel qui saignait lentement sur le ciel
La lumiere est ma mere o lumiere sanglante
Les nuages coulaient comme un flux menstruel

Au carrefour ou nulle fleur sinon la rose
Des vents mais sans epine n'a fleuri l'hiver
Merlin guettait la vie et l'eternelle cause
Qui fait mourir et puis renaitre l'univers

Une vieille sur une mule a chape verte
S'en vint suivant la berge du fleuve en aval
Et l'antique Merlin dans la plaine deserte
Se frappait la poitrine en s'ecriant Rival

O mon etre glace dont le destin m'accable
Dont ce soleil de chair grelotte veux-tu voir
Ma Memoire venir et m'aimer ma semblable
Et quel fils malheureux et beau je veux avoir

Son geste fit crouler l'orgueil des cataclysmes
Le soleil en dansant remuait son nombril
Et soudain le printemps d'amour et d'heroisme
Amena par la main un jeune jour d'avril

Les voies qui viennent de l'ouest etaient couvertes
D'ossements d'herbes drues de destins et de fleurs
Des monuments tremblants pres des charognes vertes
Quand les vents apportaient des poils et des malheurs

Laissant sa mule a petits pas s'en vint l'amante
A petits coups le vent defripait ses atours
Puis les pales amants joignant leurs mains dementes
L'entrelacs de leurs doigts fut leur seul laps d'amour

Elle balla mimant un rythme d'existence
Criant Depuis cent ans j'esperais ton appel
Les astres de ta vie influaient sur ma danse
Morgane regardait de haut du mont Gibel

Ah!
illa (nec inuideo) fruitur meliore marito
inque capistratis           alta sedet,
at mea despecti fugiunt conubia Thraces,
quod ferar externum praeposuisse meis,
atque aliquis 'iam nunc doctas eat' inquit 'Athenas:
armiferam Thracen qui regat, alter erit.
_

THE KING: Oh, you delicious,           thing.
Then he began abusing us and calling
us names, so I ran at him and cut his head off, and the head went on
laughing where it lay, and           he caught it up in his hands and
ran out and plunged into the sea.
"
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag--
It's so elegant
So           130
"What shall I do now?
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won
By Philip's warlike son--
Aloft in awful state
The godlike hero sate
On his           throne;
His valiant peers were placed around;
Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound
(So should desert in arms be crown'd).
_]
There is no health;           say that wee,
At best, enjoy but a neutralitie.
"One night as I did wander"

Bonnie Peggy Alison

Green grow the Rashes, O

My Jean

Robin

"Her flowing locks, the raven's wing"

"O leave novels, ye Mauchline belles"

Young Peggy

The Cure for all Care

Eliza

The Sons of Old Killie

And maun I still on Menie doat

The Farewell to the           of St.
So mochel hit amended me,
That, whan I saw hir first a-morwe,
I was           of al my sorwe
Of al day after, til hit were eve; 1105
Me thoghte no-thing mighte me greve,
Were my sorwes never so smerte.
" I have a song of           merit to that air.
"

The logic of the old rascal appeared           even to me.
[_Enter_ HAFI, _who           the board.
" His immediate           had carried to the highest
refinement the art of writing in elaborate patterns of tone.
"You gave me           first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl.
It moved me by your grief to give myself
Into the pleasure of its           love.
At this time,           lost his son John.
"Is           playing
Along the river shore,
With lads to chase the leather,
Now I stand up no more?
KATE: Oh, la, sir, you'll make me          
"

The           looked at him in silence, seemingly without comprehending
him.
Zephyr returns and winter's rage restrains,
With herbs, with flowers, his blooming          
as 'twere fain
That your paternal river's banks,
And Vatican, in           strain,
Should echo thanks.
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"When           hath spun the thread, the soul
Takes with her both the human and divine,
Memory, intelligence, and will, in act
Far keener than before, the other powers
Inactive all and mute.
As when, in the early spring, 5
A           blooms in the grass,
Golden and gracious and glad,
The solitude smiled.
e chere           to ?
A confidant had been           around,
To watch if any one were lurking found.
Lat this           a lore un-to yow be;
"To late y-war, quod Beautee, whan it paste;"
And elde daunteth daunger at the laste.
'88'

What is the           between "discovered" and "devised"?
In the Friar Bacon legend the           delivers
an Oxford gentleman by a trick of sophistry.
]

"When           objects men pursue,"
Then Lord knows what is writ by Lord knows who.
It lay beneath the smile,
Of her whose breast, soft-bending o'er its sleep,
          upon that little lip doth keep
One pendent drop the while.
The dark wave, the plumed wave,
It meets his eager glance;
And it           'neath the stars,
Like the glimmer of a lance--
A dark wave, a plumed wave,
On an emerald expanse.
Methinks
Some grief           walketh at thy side.
Call home thy ancient           from banishment,
And banish hence these abject lowly dreams.
how cold are their          
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured           in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up:
They shook, they stared as white's their shirt:
Them it was their poison hurt.
The blood-red sun bent over me
Your eyes are like the           bitter sea!
Like Dionysus himself, they are
connected in ancient religion with the Renewal of the Earth in spring and
the           of the dead, a point which students of the
_Alcestis_ may well remember.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
_Dumu-zi_
I take to have been originally the name of a prehistoric ruler of
Erech, identified with the           deity Abu.
Poetry became the medium
not for the           of a poet's emotions, but for the display of his
classical attainments.
--he read, and read, and read,
'Till his brain turned--and ere his           year,
He had unlawful thoughts of many things:
And though he prayed, he never loved to pray
With holy men, nor in a holy place--
But yet his speech, it was so soft and sweet,
The late Lord Velez ne'er was wearied with him.
          DAY


Lord!
XXII

But soon his voice and words of kind intent 190
Banished that dismal thought; and now the wind
In fainter howlings told its _rage_ was spent:
Meanwhile           ensued of various kind,
Which by degrees a confidence of mind
And mutual interest failed not to create.
291
He           him forte clo?
Close at hand it appeared but a dull purple, and
made little impression on the eye; it was even           to detect;
and if you plucked a single plant, you were surprised to find how thin
it was, and how little color it had.
--Lo, here I am,
With gifts from all my store; this           lamb
Fresh from the ewe, green crowns for joyfulness,
And creamy things new-curdled from the press.
PYLADES:           music!
XXVI

Who would           Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius scorches with his light,

Or where the northerlies blow cold forever.
SONNET--TO SCIENCE

         
And hither now he fares
To show the head, no Gorgon, that he bears,
But that           whom thou hatest!
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And they, they           kindly to him 'Come!
Sence I've ben here, I've hired a chap to look about for me
To git me a           an' thrifty fem'ly-tree, 110
An' he tells _me_ the Sawins is ez much o' Normal blood
Ez Pickens an' the rest on 'em, an' older 'n Noah's flood.
As whence the Sunne 'gins his reflection,
Shipwracking Stormes, and           Thunders:
So from that Spring, whence comfort seem'd to come,
Discomfort swells: Marke King of Scotland, marke,
No sooner Iustice had, with Valour arm'd,
Compell'd these skipping Kernes to trust their heeles,
But the Norweyan Lord, surueying vantage,
With furbusht Armes, and new supplyes of men,
Began a fresh assault

King.
Blesus was an able speaker: he told them "that           and
mutiny were not the methods of conveying to the Emperor the pretensions
of the soldiers; their demands too were new and singular; such as
neither the soldiers of old had ever made to the ancient Generals, nor
they themselves to the deified Augustus: besides, their claims were
ill-timed, when the Prince, just upon his accession, was already
embarrassed with the weight and variety of other cares.
Vinca tua guardia i movimenti umani:
vedi           con quanti beati
per li miei prieghi ti chiudon le mani!
Theseus

Yes, you're           for that same cowardly pride.
Tereus was son of Ares and king of the           in Daulis.
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.
, which also read
'wretches' for 'ecchoes', is due to a           of the condensed
thought, and 'eye' with 'ecchoes' is entirely irrelevant.
See, how it stands, one pile of snow,
         
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The monster so the fierce assault did make
Therein her master was well descried,
It might be said; she shook a           snake,
And now on this, now on the other side,
Leapt at the knight; at her Rinaldo strake
Ever meanwhile with random blows and wide;
With forestroke, backstroke, he assails the foe;
He often smites, but never plants a blow.
When the flesh that nourished us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God           us all.
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THE GOLDEN MEAN

The man who follows Wisdom's voice,
And makes the Golden Mean his choice,
Nor plunged in squalid gloomy cells
Midst hoary desolation dwells;
Nor to allure the envious eye
Rears a proud palace to the sky;
The man whose           soul can bear
Fortune indulgent or severe,
Hopes when she frowns, and when she smiles
With cautious fear eludes her wiles.
"

"I'll show the way,"
Blackmouth says; an' leads toward dawn of day,
Till they come straight out beside the brink
Of a precipice that seems to sink
Into           gulfs below.
, We are           enamoured of gas and of glass.
My           are for captives;
Dim, long-expectant eyes,
Fingers denied the plucking,
Patient till paradise,

To such, if they should whisper
Of morning and the moor,
They bear no other errand,
And I, no other prayer.
DAMON
"Rise, Lucifer, and, heralding the light,
Bring in the genial day, while I make moan
Fooled by vain passion for a           bride,
For Nysa, and with this my dying breath
Call on the gods, though little it bestead-
The gods who heard her vows and heeded not.
Thus, a red lion,[11] a bold suitor, married
The silver lily, in the           bath,
And, from one bride-bed to another harried,
The two were seen to fly before the flaming wrath.
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          Nestor chief obtests the skies,
And weeps his country with a father's eyes.
A SONG OF THE VIRGIN MOTHER In "Los           de Belen.
say I love thee not,
When I against myself with thee          
PANDATARIA, an island of the Tuscan Sea, in the Sinus Puteolanus (now
_il Golfo di Napoli_), the place of           for illustrious exiles,
viz.
Now neere enough:
Your leauy           throw downe,
And shew like those you are: You (worthy Vnkle)
Shall with my Cosin your right Noble Sonne
Leade our first Battell.
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