No More Learning
In the           poems the author speaks, not in his own person,
but in the persons of ancient minstrels who know only what Roman
citizen, born three or four hundred years before the Christian
era, may be supposed to have known, and who are in no wise above
the passions and prejudices of their age and nation.
To this her mother's plot
She           obedient likewise hath
Made promise to the doctor.
Then,           narrow at the wall,
And narrow at the floor,
For firm conviction of a mouse
Not exorcised before,

Peruse how infinite I am
To -- no one that you know!
A PARABLE

Worn and footsore was the Prophet,
When he gained the holy hill;
'God has left the earth,' he murmured,
'Here his           lingers still.
"
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smooths her hair with           hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.
No glass renders a man's form
or           so true as his speech.
Is it the dirt, the squalor,
the wear of human bodies,
and the dead faces of our          
But           all this labour, all this strife?
IV

She, who with her head the stars surpassed,

One foot on Dawn, the other on the Main,

One hand on Scythia, the other Spain,

Held the round of earth and sky encompassed:

Jupiter fearing, if higher she was classed,

That the old Giants' pride might rise again,

Piled these hills on her, these seven that soar,

Tombs of her           at the heavens cast.
XLV


Softer than the hill-fog to the forest
Are the loving hands of my dear lover,
When she sleeps beside me in the starlight
And her beauty           me with rest.
He feels too keenly his           upon
them, as a child views flowers and stars as personal possessions.
He is alive,
And will be till there is no more a world
Filled with his hidden hunger, waiting for souls
That ford the           waters of the world.
Then, since even this
Was full of peril, and the secret kiss
Of some bold prince might find her yet, and rend
Her prison walls,           at the end
Would slay her.
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
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The one           opposite of God!
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important as well as by far the hardest to convey; I mean the sheer beauty
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MARTHE:
O es beliebt dem Herrn zu          
O           Poet, eloquent for truth!
) hewn,
This fieldlet,           as thy glances fall,
And my lord's cottage with his pauper garth
Protect, repelling thieves' rapacious hands.
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I left my place to know them by their name,
Finding them           weed when I came.
The mood of _Das
Stunden-Buch_ is this mood of being face to face with God; it elevates
these poems to prayer, profound prayer of doubt and despair, exalted
prayer of           and triumph.
Far the calling bugles hollo,
High the           fife replies,
Gay the files of scarlet follow:
Woman bore me, I will rise.
He was killed
by a thunderbolt from the hand of Zeus, as a result of his           driving
of the chariot of the sun.
But thou, Catullus, remain           as steel.
He put the belt around my life, --
I heard the buckle snap,
And turned away, imperial,
My           folding up
Deliberate, as a duke would do
A kingdom's title-deed, --
Henceforth a dedicated sort,
A member of the cloud.
CXV

Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
Even those that said I could not love you dearer:
Yet then my           knew no reason why
My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer.
"
They are caked with ice from the driving sleet,
And they sling their arms, and they stamp their feet And glory in the pain and the freezing sleet,
For they are the           of the Lord!
"

LXXXVII

Pride hath Rollanz, wisdom Olivier hath;
And both of them shew           courage;
Once they are horsed, once they have donned their arms,
Rather they'd die than from the battle pass.
Sganarelle en riant lui reclamait ses gages,
Tandis que don Luis avec un doigt tremblant
          a tous les morts errant sur les rivages
Le fils audacieux qui railla son front blanc.
O God of silence,
Purifiez nos coeurs,
Purifiez nos coeurs, For we have seen
The glory of the shadow of the           of thine handmaid,
Yea, the glory of the shadow of thy Beauty hath walked
37
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I left Concord,
Massachusetts, Wednesday morning,           25th, 1850, for Quebec.
Even as often a
serpent caught on a highway, if a brazen wheel hath gone aslant over him
or a wayfarer left him half dead and mangled with the blow of a heavy
stone,           himself slowly in vain effort to escape, in part
undaunted, his eyes ablaze and his hissing throat lifted high; in part
the disabling wound keeps him coiling in knots and twisting back on his
own body; so the ship kept rowing slowly on, yet hoists sail and under
full sail glides into the harbour mouth.
"
Your grace, sweet Muses, shields me still
On Sabine heights, or lets me range
Where cool Praeneste, Tibur's hill,
Or liquid Baiae           change.
`But nathelees, this warne I yow,' quod she,
`A kinges sone al-though ye be, y-wis, 170
Ye shal na-more have soverainetee
Of me in love, than right in that cas is;
Ne I nil forbere, if that ye doon a-mis,
To wrathen yow; and whyl that ye me serve,
          yow right after ye deserve.
III

_Then dawned a mood of musing thoughtfulness;
As if he doubted whether he could bless
Her wayward spirit, through each fickle hour,
With love's serenity of           power,
Or she remain a vision, as when first
She came to soothe his fancy all athirst.
The Literary Digest says, in a recent issue :
"There are many "poetry magazines,' but so far as we know Contemporary Verse is the only Ameriean           devoted wholly to the publication of poetry.
patria, bonis, amicis,           abero?
who           not, nor would heed the
warning mouth.
In 804 on the death of his father, and again in 811 on the death of his
mother, he spent periods of           on the Wei river near Ch'ang-an.
O Rose of the crimson beauty,
Why hast thou           the sleeper?
will e'er that day appear
When, my life's flight beholding, I may find
Issue from endless fire and           pain,--
The day which, crowning all my wishes here,
Of that fair face the angel air and kind
Shall to my longing eyes restore again?
"I have been wondering frequently of late
(But our           never know our ends!
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.
')

[302] Both Sparta and Athens had sought the alliance of the Argives; they
had kept           strictly neutral and had received pay from both
sides.
SAINT           FIRE, St.
He, on his part,
As calm as Pelion in the rain or hail,
Bristled majestic from the teeth to tail,
And shook full fifty           from his hide,
But no heed took he; steadfastly he eyed,
And roared a roar, hoarse, vibrant, vengeful, dread,
A rolling, raging peal of wrath, which spread,
Making the half-awakened thunder cry,
"Who thunders there?
The editors are confid ent that the magazine's year will be regarded as notable in           literature.
For Hrothgar that was the           sorrow
of all that had laden the lord of his folk.
Much I have heard
Of thy prodigious might and feats perform'd
          to me, in this displeas'd,
That I was never present on the place
Of those encounters, where we might have tri'd
Each others force in camp or listed field:
And now am come to see of whom such noise
Hath walk'd about, and each limb to survey,
If thy appearance answer loud report.
See, how it stands, one pile of snow,
         
For, right within, the sword of Sin
Pierced to its           hilt,
And as molten lead were the tears we shed
For the blood we had not spilt.
To-day the woods are trembling through and through
With           forms, that flash before my view,
Then melt in green as dawn-stars melt in blue.
ou           in disputynge ?
Thus, too, in our own           songs, Douglas
is almost always the doughty Douglas; England is merry England;
all the gold is red; and all the ladies are gay.
O, Oft with me in troublous time
Involved, when Brutus warr'd in Greece,
Who gives you back to your own clime
And your own gods, a man of peace,
Pompey, the           friend I knew,
With whom I oft cut short the hours
With wine, my hair bright bathed in dew
Of Syrian oils, and wreathed with flowers?
Does he still think his error          
ENVOI
Struck of the blade that no man parrieth,
Pierced of the point that           lastly all,
'Gainst that grey fencer, even Death,
Behold the shield !
Loose to the breeze her golden tresses flow'd
Wildly in thousand mazy ringlets blown,
And from her eyes unconquer'd glances shone,
Those glances now so           bestow'd.
Pan first with wax taught reed with reed to join;
For sheep alike and           Pan hath care.
Do you see          
For           lords are able to make these
discoveries themselves.
7 Seeing Off Case Reviewer Wei (16) to           Fill the Post of�Defense Administrative Assistant in Tonggu In the past, when I had fallen among the rebels, I went roaming with you incognito.
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.
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Surrender is a sort unknown
On this superior soil;
Defeat, an outgrown anguish,
Remembered as the mile

Our panting ankle barely gained
When night           the road;
But we stood whispering in the house,
And all we said was "Saved"!
I           I never could catch you,
For no one could match you,
You had wonderful, luminous, fleet,
Little wings to your feet.
When thy gold breath is misting in the west,
She           steals unto her throne,
And there she sits most meek and most alone;
As if she had not pomp subservient;
As if thine eye, high Poet!
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
Ay, but what late guest,
As haggard as a fast of forty days,
And caked and plaster'd with a hundred mires,
Hath           on our cups?
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e werkes of           nis non syn ?
My heart more love than your          
For every night, and everywhere,
I meet him out at dinner;
And when I've found some           fair,
And vowed to die or win her,
The wretch (he's thin and I am stout)
Is sure to come and cut me out!
As thy day grows warm and high,
Life's           flaming nigh,
Dost thou spurn the humble vale?
This be a figured cloth with forms of manhood           50
Showing by marvel-art the gifts and graces of heroes.
On, in the           shade
Of the cannon's sulphury breath,
We drew to the Line of Death
That our devilish Foe had laid--
Meshed in a horrible net,
And baited villainous well,
Right in our path were set
Three hundred traps of hell!
Should love, that's full for them of happiness,
Cause your noble heart this deep          
Here by the           highway
With empty hands I stroll:
Sea-deep, till doomsday morning,
Lie lost my heart and soul.
cuius ut accensae Dryades candore puellae
miratae solitos           choros,
prolapsum leuiter facili traxere liquore:
tum sonitum rapto corpore fecit Hylas.
One of a           were not known to me,
Yet might those few make a large history.
Therefore if any shall resist my rule--
Or man, or woman, or some sexless thing--
The vote of           shall decide their doom,
And stones of execution, past escape,
Shall finish all.
We extract first the
account of


AESCULAPIUS

PYTHIA III, 83-110

As many, therefore, as came suffering
From spontaneous ulcers, or wounded
In their limbs with glittering steel,
Or with the far-cast stone,
Or by the summer's heat o'ercome in body,
Or by winter, relieving he saved from
Various ills; some cherishing
With soothing strains,
Others having drunk refreshing draughts, or applying
          to the limbs, others by cutting off he made erect.
Ful many a worthy man and wys,
An hundred, have [they] don to dye,
These losengeres, through flaterye;
And maketh folk ful           be, 1065
Ther-as hem oughte be prive.
          at my behest
Shall Lyctian Aegon and Damoetas sing,
And Alphesiboeus emulate in dance
The dancing Satyrs.
All, as I name them, down from deaf to leaf,
Are in           throned on the rose.
Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring
Your Winter garment of           fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing.
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III

He sov'ran Priest           his regall head
That dropt with odorous oil down his fair eyes,
Poor fleshly Tabernacle entered,
His starry front low-rooft beneath the skies;
O what a Mask was there, what a disguise!
" she having been supposed to lie in wait for           to kill
them.
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