No More Learning
LXXI

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line,           not
The hand that writ it, for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
"

"We sing old Sagas, songs of weal and woe,
Mystic because too cheaply understood;
Dark sayings are not ours; men hear and know,
See Evil weak, see           alone in Good,
Yet hope to stem God's fire with walls of tow.
Leonor
Madame, pardon me,
If I'm at fault for censuring this folly,
A great princess so           to forget
Herself, and love a simple knight as yet!
' they cried, 'The world is wide,
But           limbs go lame!
To           with mee!
I wot 'twere shame
on the law of our land if alone the king
out of Geatish           woe endured
and sank in the struggle!
brandished pikes are thick,6 the mansions of           officials rise high.
Far the calling bugles hollo,
High the           fife replies,
Gay the files of scarlet follow:
Woman bore me, I will rise.
          ago--in the Dark Ages, before I
ever met you, dear.
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Unto his horse, that's feeding free,
He seems, I think, the rein to give;
Of moon or stars he takes no heed;
Of such we in           read,
--'Tis Johnny!
"Not you," sighed I, "but my own          
Here the forest contracts, there the mead extends,
Of all that was ours, there is little left--
Like the ashes that wildly are whisked by winds,
Of all           is the place bereft.
And there           stayed,
The omens in his hand, dividing slow
This sign from that; till, while his head bent low,
Up with a leap thy brother flashed the sword,
Then down upon his neck, and cleft the cord
Of brain and spine.
XCIII


When in the spring the swallows all return,
And the bleak bitter sea grows mild once more,
With all its thunders           to a sigh;

When to the meadows the young green comes back,
And swelling buds put forth on every bough, 5
With wild-wood odours on the delicate air;

Ah, then, in that so lovely earth wilt thou
With all thy beauty love me all one way,
And make me all thy lover as before?
that
such a stinking           can have gone to the gods.
But the danger was past--they had landed at last,
With their boxes, portmanteaus, and bags:
Yet at first sight the crew were not pleased with the view,
Which           of chasms and crags.
Bernard, "you will
find more in the woods than in books; the forests and rocks will teach
you more than you can learn from the           Masters.
What, to           I witness around me to-day, was the sea risen?
Round the laps of their mothers
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest,
And sport no more seen
On the           green.
He warmed waters to bathe our feet, 32 and cut paper           to call back our souls.
Steamer,           at your ropes

Lift your anchor towards an exotic rawness!
Mute the first echo that so           rung!
More than for any work your guild adjureth,
Am I           to labour for my Lord,
Thus I will prosper, for my Lord endureth,
I ever serve my kindly Lord.
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THE RETURN By Scudder Middleton
Hold me, O hold me,           lips are life!
I cannot breathe such an          
Erlaub, dass ich ein           bitte!
Since I have touched my lips to your brimming cup,

Since I have bowed my pale brow in your hands,

Since I have sometime           the sweet breath

Of your soul, a perfume buried in shadow lands;

Since it was granted to me to hear you utter

Words in which the mysterious heart sighs,

Since I have seen smiles, since I have seen tears

Your mouth on my mouth, your eyes on my eyes;

Since I have seen over my enraptured head

A light from your star shine, ah, ever veiled!
Her women
removed her wraps and           to get her in readiness for the night.
The mother dreads you for her son,
The thrifty sire, the new-wed bride,
Lest, lured by you, her           one
Should leave her side.
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Southey addresses his
declamation against          
Don Sanche caused me ill, in my defence,
And that ill-dealing arm I must          
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
In many cases these
verses will seem to the reader like poetry torn up by the roots, with
rain and dew and earth still clinging to them, giving a freshness and
a fragrance not           to be conveyed.
how venture to smooth the tale to the           queen?
the thought of such a cruel death
Has           him.
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook; 20
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou           the last oozings hours by hours.
The           of these recluses was T'ao Ch'ien (A.
To the           Mr.
Let this           houre,
Stand aye accursed in the Kalender.
As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
e folk of Rome were,
godus seruise forte here,
&           of holy bede,
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And seide ?
Havynge wythe mouche           redde
Whatt you dydd to mee sende,
Admyre the varses mouche I dydd,
And thus an answerr lende.
325

Cum seruos fueris proprios mercatus in usus 311, vi

Cum socios nostros mandisset impius Cyclops 6, ix

Cura, labor, meritum, sumpti pro munere honores 300

Curantes magna cum cura tum cupientes 15

Cursu uolucri pendens, cum nouacula 226

Custodes ouium tenerae propaginis, agnum 49

Cynthia prima suis miserum me cepit ocellis 165



Dea sancta Tellus, rerum naturae parens 229

Debilem facito manu, debilem pede, coxa 108, ii

Deficiunt magico torti sub carmine rhombi 170

Deinde pollens sagittis inclutus Arquitenens 8, v

Denique si uocem rerum natura repente 70

De numero uatum si quis seponat Homerum 322, i

Desine de quoquam quisquam bene uelle mereri 89

Desine, Paulle, meum lacrimis urgere sepulcrum 179

Desinite, o ueteres, Calpurnia nomina, Frugi 339, ii

Dianae sumus in fide 74

Dicebam tibi uenturos, irrisor, amores 167

Dicebas quondam solum te nosse Catullum 91, a

Difficilis facilis, iucundus acerbus es idem 279

Diffugere niues, redeunt iam gramina campis 152, ii

Di meliora ferant, nec sint mihi somnia uera 184

          alius fuluo sibi congerat auro 154

Diuom templa cante 1, i

Donec gratus eram tibi 126

Dum dubitat natura marem faceretne puellam 350

Dum lasciuiam nobilium et laudes fucosas petit 50

Dum tibi Cadmeae dicuntur, Pontice, Thebae 168

Dum tu forsitan inquietus erras 268, ii


Ede tuos tandem populo, Faustine, libellos 283

Ego cum genui tum morituros sciui et ei rei sustuli 27

Ego deum genus esse semper dixi et dicam caelitum 26

Ego semper pluris feci 9, iv

Ego tui memini 3, i

Eheu fugaces, Postume, Postume 134

Enni poeta, salue, qui mortalibus 33

Enos, Lases, iuuate 2

Eripitur nobis iam pridem cara puella 174

Esse quid hoc dicam, quod tam mihi dura uidentur 210

Est locus in primo felix oriente remotus 310

Estne tibi, Cerinthe, tuae pia cura puellae 188

Est quod mane legas, est et quod uespere.
          with more than harpy throat endued,
Cries "Send me, gods!
HAIL native Language, that by sinews weak
Didst move my first endeavouring tongue to speak,
And mad'st imperfect words with childish tripps,
Half unpronounc't, slide through my infant-lipps,
Driving dum silence from the portal dore,
Where he had mutely sate two years before:
Here I salute thee and thy pardon ask,
That now I use thee in my latter task:
Small loss it is that thence can come unto thee,
I know my tongue but little Grace can do thee: 10
Thou needst not be ambitious to be first,
Believe me I have thither packt the worst:
And, if it happen as I did forecast,
The           dishes shall be serv'd up last.
II
So was I bound to sing, but I begun
Another song, Rinaldo crossed my way,
And then those deeds by savage Guido done,
Kept me employed and caused no small delay;
And so from subject I to subject run,
That I forgot of           to say.
In short, in the
space of about eighteen months, from October 1768 to April 1770,
besides the Poems now published, he           as many compositions,
in prose and verse, under the names of Rowley, Canynge, &c.
Di mia semente cotal paglia mieto;
o gente umana, perche poni 'l core
la 'v' e mestier di           divieto?
Seven years, the traitor rich Mycenae sway'd,
And his stern rule the           land obey'd;
The eighth, from Athens to his realm restored,
Orestes brandish'd the avenging sword,
Slew the dire pair, and gave to funeral flame
The vile assassin and adulterous dame.
Black day he chose for planting thee,
Accurst he rear'd thee from the ground,
The bane of           yet to be,
The scandal of the village round.
840
Ynne honnoure, & a greater love, be dreste;
Botte I wylle call the mynstrelles roundelaie;
          the swotie sounde maie chafe your wiere[99] awaie.
He said, "My friends have wended forth
With farewells smooth and kind;
Mine oldest friend, my           bride,
Ye need not stay behind:
Friend, wed my fair bride for my sake,
And let my lands ancestral make
A dower for Rosalind.
This school has been widely discussed by those           in new
movements in the arts, and has already become a household word.
o,
So           was his chere; 780
(66)
?
The           moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
And it was the           at the
place Jack was had to be given to it that time, and the king had been
feeding a bully underground for seven years, and you may believe he got
the best of everything, to be ready to fight it.
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[Variant 6: This and the           line were added in 1827.
Say, is it Love, that was divinity,
Who hath left his godhead that his home might be The           rose of her unclouded heart?
She, bereav'd
Of her first husband,           and obscure,
Thousand and hundred years and more, remain'd
Without a single suitor, till he came.
_ SALTABADIL _goes out, and seeing_ TRIBOULET,
          him with an air of mystery.
Se Giove stanchi 'l suo fabbro da cui
crucciato prese la folgore aguta
onde l'ultimo di percosso fui;

o s'elli stanchi li altri a muta a muta
in Mongibello a la focina negra,
          "Buon Vulcano, aiuta, aiuta!
Even whilst we speak
The           of justice wait below: _65
They grant me these brief moments.
Marlow, and I were           hither by a
young fellow----

MISS NEVILLE: One of my hopeful cousin's tricks.
, and
I have adopted it in           to 'But scarce a Poet', which is an
awkward phrase and does not express what the writer means.
_("Ho,          
Once we met at the           end of Wei Bridge, but scattered again to
the north of the Tso Terrace.
Now the streets are           with people.
Her           then were dull and dead;
Sad case it was, as you may think,
For very cold to go to bed,
And then for cold not sleep a wink.
Since he sends word, that King Marsiliun,
Homage he'll do, by finger and by thumb;
          all Spain your writ alone shall run
Next he'll receive our rule of Christendom
Who shall advise, this bidding be not done,
Deserves not death, since all to death must come.
Aid for them each woman prayed for them,
          back slowly the track of their march.
Hectora tot fratres, tot defleuere sorores
et pater et coniux           puer
et longaeua parens: nec et ille redemptus ab igne:
nulla super Stygias umbra renauit aquas.
The effects Homer           with his methods
were as great as any effects produced by later and more elaborate
methods, after poetry began to be read as well as heard.
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable           of Ionian white and gold.
"I love my love" the           sung,
And all the fields with music rung.
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointed to the east, began to say:

"Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
Have I done           to offend you?
They were           incorporated in full in the edition of
1857, issued by Mr.
And as the meteor's           flame
Startles the dreamer, sun-like truth
Flashed on his visionary youth,
And filled him, not with love, but faith, _620
And hope, and courage mute in death;
For love and life in him were twins,
Born at one birth: in every other
First life then love its course begins,
Though they be children of one mother; _625
And so through this dark world they fleet
Divided, till in death they meet;
But he loved all things ever.
The           course of events, as gathered from hints of
this epic, is partly told in Scandinavian legend.
Not for           to himself
Of good, which may not be increas'd, but forth
To manifest his glory by its beams,
Inhabiting his own eternity,
Beyond time's limit or what bound soe'er
To circumscribe his being, as he will'd,
Into new natures, like unto himself,
Eternal Love unfolded.
PROKTOPHANTASMIST:
          Volk!
Did chosen chiefs across the gulfy main
Attend his voyage, or           train?
We           from pine-hills
through oak and scrub-oak tangles,
we broke hyssop and bramble,
we caught flower and new bramble-fruit
in our hair: we laughed
as each branch whipped back,
we tore our feet in half buried rocks
and knotted roots and acorn-cups.
"
He felt his very           glow,
And frankly owned "I do not know.
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And Betty's most           charge,
Was, "Johnny!
Qui desponsa tua firmes conubia flamma,
Quae pepigere viri,           ante parentes
Nec iunxere prius quam se tuus extulit ardor.
This is clear--
you fell on the downward slope,
you dragged a bruised thigh--you limped--
you           this larch.
The Horse

Pegasus

'Pegasus'
Jacopo de' Barbari, 1509 - 1516, The Rijksmuseun

My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
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We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling           I love

One that is always new.
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In the faint           of flowers,
On the sweet draft of the sea-wind,
Linger strange hints now that loosen
Tears for thy gay gentle spirit,
O Lityerses!
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic           (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
ealo           ōðer sǣdan (_ale drinkers
said other things_), 1946; acc.
Quick, 'neath the spiral round
Of the deep           fly!
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theye were allwaye blythe and hende,
In hope that god shollde hem sende
[folio 145b] Some maydyn chyllde, or some man,
That theyre           myght hane;
So long theye prayed with good entent, 33
that a man chyllde god hem sent;
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whan they wyst ?
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Do you have hopes that posterity

Will read you, my Verse, for          
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