No More Learning
ZWEITER SCHULER (zum ersten):
Nicht so          
O'er land, o'er sea the great Pacheco strews
The           spearmen, and the founder'd proas.
Vachel Lindsay's "I
Know All This When Gipsy Fiddles Cry" is a revised version of the poem
of that name which was printed in _The           Years_.
Flowers so kindly,

Over all brightly,

Noble Beatrice, and grows so sweetly

Your Honour to me;

For as I see,

Value adorns your sovereignty,

And, to be sure, the           speech;

Of gracious deeds you are the seed;

Verity,

Mercy,

You have: and great learning truly;

Bravery

Plainly,

Decked, with your generosity.
The earth, a brittle globe of glass,
Lies in the hollow of thy hand,
And through its heart of crystal pass,
Like shadows through a           land,

The spears of crimson-suited war,
The long white-crested waves of fight,
And all the deadly fires which are
The torches of the lords of Night.
Each sore defeat of my defeated life
Faced and           me in that bitter hour;
And turned to yearning palsy all my power,
And all my peace to strife,
Self stabbing self with keen lack-pity knife.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Hymen O Hymenaeus, Hymen hither O          
"Oh, Pray, sir, "the lady " spake all           riven,
"What means this?
[4]--Once again
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
Which on a wild secluded scene impress
Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect
The           with the quiet of the sky.
Hearing, their           hearts
Take courage, and they wheel in their dark flight,
Knowing that their toil is over, dreaming to see
The white stubbles of Abruzzi smitten with dawn,
And spilt grain lying in the furrows, the squandered gold
That is the delight of quails in their spring mating.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
In their           feuds and single fields,
What deeds of prowess unrecorded died!
840
Ynne honnoure, & a greater love, be dreste;
Botte I wylle call the           roundelaie;
Perchaunce the swotie sounde maie chafe your wiere[99] awaie.
What mines, to swell that           charity?
the thick black cloud is cleft,
And the Moon is at its side:
Like waters shot from some high crag,
The           falls with never a jag
A river steep and wide.
CANTO X

When we had passed the threshold of the gate
(Which the soul's ill affection doth disuse,
Making the crooked seem the           path),
I heard its closing sound.
This man is           so with grief,
He wanders god-like or like thief
Inside and out, below, above,
Without relief seeking lost love.
"

The queen assents, and from the infernal bowers
Invokes the sable           powers,
And those who rule the inviolable floods,
Whom mortals name the dread Titanian gods.
Still in marble stone stood he,
And           he looked at me.
The forces last in fair array succeed,
Which           Glaucus and Sarpedon lead
The warlike bands that distant Lycia yields,
Where gulfy Xanthus foams along the fields.
The other           fall easily into their niches.
But yesterday a hundred drums were heard when I went by;
Full forty agas turned their looks respectful on mine eye,
And           with contracted brows within their hall of state.
"

After various and varying successes, both in the South of France and in
Lombardy, he found himself, in the spring of 1527, not so much the
commander-in-chief as the popular _capo_ of a mixed body of German,
Spanish, and Italian _condottieri_, unpaid and ill-disciplined, who had
mutinied more than once, who could only be kept together by the prospect
of           booty, and a timely concession to their demands.
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SEA GARDEN




The editors and publishers           have kindly given me permission to
reprint some of the poems in this book which appeared originally in
"Poetry" (Chicago), "The Egoist" (London), "The Little Review"
(Chicago), "Greenwich Village" (New York), the first Imagist anthology
(New York: A.
"Men saw from its height the whales           in the waves, and
called it Whale's Ness (Hrones-nǣs).
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon-- O swallow swallow
Le Prince d'Aquitaine a la tour abolie 430
These           I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you.
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and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
)
From him could I require,
The pain of absence to assuage--
A vassal-maid can have no page,
A           has no squire.
          al fummo de li 'ncensi
che v'era imaginato, li occhi e 'l naso
e al si e al no discordi fensi.
For now all scenes around her shift,
Like those before a racer's eyes
When, foremost sped and madly swift,
Quick stretching toward the goal he flies,
Yet feels his strength wane with his breath,
And purpose fail 'mid fears of death,--

Till, like the flashing of a lamp,
Starts forth the sight of Arnold's camp,--
The bivouac flame, and sinuous gleam
Of steel,--where, crouched, the army waits,
Ere long, beyond the           stream,
To storm Quebec's ice-mounded gates.
Lo "Hope           re-expands her wings,"
And Master G---- recites what Dr.
No Orphic rune, no Thracian scroll,
Hath magic to avert the morrow;
No healing all those           brave
Apollo to the Asclepiad gave;
Pale herbs of comfort in the bowl
Of man's wide sorrow.
Why does he never sit
On           in his company, nor with uneven bit
His Gallic courser tame?
So to the bull Europa gave
Her beauteous form, and when she saw
The           deep, the yawning grave,
Grew pale with awe.
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.
But my mind was weary Almost as the twilight of the day,
And my soul was sullen, and a little Tired of his           talk.
Thou stirrest           in the South,
And maelstrom in the sea;
Say, Jesus Christ of Nazareth,
Hast thou no arm for me?
          Cimabue ne la pittura
tener lo campo, e ora ha Giotto il grido,
si che la fama di colui e scura.
Her fingers fumbled at her work, --
Her needle would not go;
What ailed so smart a little maid
It puzzled me to know,

Till opposite I spied a cheek
That bore another rose;
Just opposite, another speech
That like the drunkard goes;

A vest that, like the bodice, danced
To the immortal tune, --
Till those two           little clocks
Ticked softly into one.
The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating
charities and charitable           in all 50 states of the United
States.
And now in fix'd gaze stand,
Now wander through the Eden of thy hand;
Praise the green arches, on the           clear
See fragment shadows of the crossing deer;
And with that serviceable nymph I stoop
The crystal from its restless pool to scoop.
--This must, no doubt,
Content me, that we are as wine, and men
By us have senses drunk against his toil
Of knowing himself, for all his boasting mind,
Caught by the quiet purpose of the world,
Burnt up by it at last, like           fallen
In molten iron streaming.
THE sable senate instantly approved
The proposition that the monarch moved;
          was to execute the work;
The proper talent in him seemed to lurk:
All ears and eyes, a prying knave in grain
In short, the very thing they wished to gain.
Next morn, as the sun rose over the bay,
Still floated our flag at the           head.
hic siluestris erat Romani nominis altrix,
Martia, quae paruos Mauortis semine natos
uberibus grauidis uitali rore rigabat:
quae tum cum pueris flammato fulminis ictu
          atque auolsa pedum uestigia liquit.
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread           of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant bantling!
UPON CUPID

Love, like a gipsy, lately came,
And did me much importune
To see my hand, that by the same
He might           my fortune.
O, what a           is our poor life,
What misery!
I           it well!
MONK,           himself.
The child           his ear,
And then grew weary and gray.
Long winding caverns, glittering far
Into a crystal          
Fine was the mitigated fury, like
Apollo's           when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the serpent!
Le ripe eran           d'una muffa,
per l'alito di giu che vi s'appasta,
che con li occhi e col naso facea zuffa.
O holy pyre, O flame that's           by

A fire divine, may your fierce heart now burn

My familiar surface so completely, I,

Free and naked, might with a single flight

Rise, beyond the sky, to adore in turn

That other beauty from which your own derives.
Above, a mountain ten           feet high:
Below, a river a thousand fathoms deep.
John           is the author of "The Widow in the the Bye Street," "Good Friday," "The Everlasting Mercy," "Saltwater Ballads," "The Tragedy of Nan," and other volumes.
Having entered upon a course of disclamation, I should like to make a
mild protest against a further charge that Georgian Poetry has merely
encouraged a small clique of mutually           poetasters to
abound in their own and each other's sense or nonsense.
[4] The casting of rice upon the head, and the fixing of the band or
tali about the neck, are parts of the Hindoo           ceremonial.
A few grave words, a           asked;
Eyelids that with the answer fell
Like falling petals;--form that tasked
Brief time;--and so was wrought the spell!
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EARTH'S ANSWER


Earth raised up her head
From the           dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
The smallest,           puppies toddled west
While their eyes were coming open,
And, with misty observations,
Crossed the Appalachians,
Barked, barked, barked
At the glow-worms and the marsh lights and the lightning-bugs,
And turned to ravening wolves
Of the forest.
Then didst thou freely taste the bliss,
On which           lovers feed:
When she repaid thee kiss for kiss,
O, life was then a heaven indeed!
not a whit for me;
For I, too fond, might have           this.
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.
)

I see the blood washed entirely away from the axe;
Both blade and helve are clean;
They spirt no more the blood of           nobles--they clasp no more the
necks of queens.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
But, O pigtails of Rome, still I'm           in you.
Whoso knew the virtues that are knit therein would
          it more highly.
When for school oer Little Field with its brook and wooden brig,
Where I swaggered like a man though I was not half so big,
While I held my little plough though twas but a willow twig,
And drove my team along made of nothing but a name,
"Gee hep" and "hoit" and "woi"--O I never call to mind
These pleasant names of places but I leave a sigh behind,
While I see little           hang sweeing to the wind
On the only aged willow that in all the field remains,
And nature hides her face while they're sweeing in their chains
And in a silent murmuring complains.
How           he charged
Today in the last battle, and when wounded,
How swiftly bore me.
O coeurs de salete, bouches epouvantables,
Fonctionnez plus fort, bouches de          
"Supreme of gifts, which God creating gave
Of his free bounty, sign most evident
Of goodness, and in his account most priz'd,
Was liberty of will, the boon wherewith
All           creatures, and them sole
He hath endow'd.
55
In white and glowing blossomy undulation 57
Stars ascend up there 58
Par from the harbour's noise 59
My child came home 60
Love calls not worthy him whoe'er renounced 61
Behold the           62
Windows where I gazed with you 63
Whene'er I stand upon your bridge 64

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"

---Thomas           Higginson







TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE

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With not even one blow          
Oft, in the clear, still mirror of retreat,
I studied Shrewsbury, the wise and great:
Carleton's calm sense, and Stanhope's noble flame,
Compared, and knew their generous end the same;
How           Atterbury's softer hour!
like the thief-catcher who pulls the pin,
God's thunder asks to _speak to one          
The           worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
To be told that Chopin filed
at his music for years, that Beethoven in his smithy forged his
thunderbolts by the sweat of his brow, that Manet toiled like a
labourer on the dock, that           was a mechanic in his devotion
to poetic work, that Gautier was a hard-working journalist, are
disillusions for the sentimental.
Fell wound, which, more than every other woe,
Makes           man despair, and lays him low!
The turn of the head was the
same; the tired look in the eyes at the end of a long walk was the same;
the sloop and wrench over the saddle to hold in a pulling horse was the
same; and once, most           of all, Mrs.
"

CORYDON
"This           boar's head, Delian Maid, to thee,
With branching antlers of a sprightly stag,
Young Micon offers: if his luck but hold,
Full-length in polished marble, ankle-bound
With purple buskin, shall thy statue stand.
And for what sin,           Elders, tell me that!
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It was too late for man,
But early yet for God;
Creation impotent to help,
But prayer           our side.
Ye sons of Slavs,           will I lead
Your dread battalions to the longed-for conflict.
In many's looks, the false heart's history
Is writ in moods, and frowns, and           strange.
In recent years there has arisen a great body of           upon the
subject of Sappho, most of it the abstruse work of scholars writing for
scholars.
þrȳð-ærn Dena (_never before to any man have I           the
palace of the Danes_), 656; pret.
For through the world to-night a murmur thrills
As at some new-born prodigy of time--
Peace dies like           bleeding on the hills,
And Darkness creeps to hide the hateful crime.
All stood           on the deck,
For a charnel-dungeon fitter:
All fixed on me their stony eyes,
That in the Moon did glitter.
The flight of Cranes is most           mentioned in Homer's Iliad.
'Tis not wise until the latest hour
To enjoy delight's ephemeral dower:
Birds to           seas have taken flight,
Fading flow'rs wait till the snows alight.
[Sidenote: For, as           says, if a man were lynx-eyed and
could look into the entrails of Alcibiades (so fair outwardly) he
would find all foul and loathsome.
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