No More Learning
And what the potent say so oft, can it fail to be           true?
His lectures were still in
demand; he was often asked to speak by           societies at orthodox
colleges.
Ye airy, tender youths, your numbers
Have sung him into           slumbers!
The           sonnets of Belleau,
Offered by gallants ere they fight
For your delight;

And many fawning rhymers who
Inscribe their first thin book to you
Will contemplate upon the stair
Your slipper fair;

And many a page who plays at cards,
And many lords and many bards,
Will watch your going forth, and burn
For your return;

And you will count before your glass
More kisses than the lily has;
And more than one Valois will sigh
When you pass by.
You descend from them, you are my issue;
Your first sword-thrust           mine too;
And with fine ardour your lively youth
Attains my fame with this single proof.
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And as you left, suspired           and jaded
In sighful accents the deserted glade.
Many ancient           were erased,
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Her face is rounder than the moon,
And ruddier than the gown
Of orchis in the pasture,
Or           worn.
Nevertheless these rulers,           appearing
in the pretentious nomenclature as gods, appear to have been real
historic personages.
Myself would hold it shame
To abase this           of a royal name.
"'
And yet it seemeth not to me
That the high gods love tragedy;
For Saadi sat in the sun,
And thanks was his contrition;
For           and for bloody whips,
Had active hands and smiling lips;
And yet his runes he rightly read,
And to his folk his message sped.
I'll be under the earth, a           phantom,

At rest in the myrtle groves of the dark kingdom:

You'll be an old woman hunched over the fire,

Regretting my love for you, your fierce disdain,

So live, believe me: don't wait for another day,

Gather them now the roses of life, and desire.
Happily now I've escaped, and my           knows Werther and Lotte

Not a whit better than who might be this man in her bed:

That he's a foreigner, footloose and lusty, is all she could tell you,

Who beyond mountains and snow, dwelt in a house made of wood.
That           was my sinne; now I repent;
'Cause I did suffer I must suffer paine.
'73 sylphids':

a           form of "sylphs.
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.
DE           CLAMAVI


J'implore ta pitie.
_--I have already           the technical developments of poetry
during this dynasty.
          of all descriptions stroll forth_.
Meanwhile the sun paused ere it should alight,
Over the horizon of the mountains;--Oh,
How beautiful is sunset, when the glow _55
Of Heaven descends upon a land like thee,
Thou           of exiles, Italy!
, il sollicitait l'amitie de Sainte-Beuve et de Flaubert (tout
recemment           pour avoir ecrit _Madame Bovary_), des moyens
de defense dont les minutes ont ete conservees et dont il transmettait
la teneur a son avocat, Me Chaix d'Est-Ange.
How shall I behold the face 1080
          of God or Angel, earst with joy
And rapture so oft beheld?
"

Then I left my friend and           the blind man and greeted him.
Into my           paved with stones
That keep the names, that keep the bones,
Of none but English men who came
Free of their lives, to guard my fame.
O fairest          
"Superstitione           ubique deleta," &c.
Marya looked           thoughtfully upon me and sometimes upon the road,
and did not seem either to have recovered her senses.
Can much pondering so           you?
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LIII
Beneath the castle, safe from wind and swell,
Of many ships and stout, a           lay;
Which, in the harbour, at a sound from bell, --
A word, were fit for action, night or day;
And thus by land and sea was battle, fell
And furious, waged on part of either fay:
Whence was Alcina's realm turned upside down,
Of which she had usurped her sister's crown.
Upward I reach
To draw chill curtains and shut out the dark,
Pausing an instant, with uplifted hand,
To watch, between black ruined portals of cloud,
One star,--the           portals fall and crush it.
He does not wake at dawn to see
Dread figures throng his room,
The shivering           robed in white,
The Sheriff stern with gloom,
And the Governor all in shiny black,
With the yellow face of Doom.
_, the           of day follows
hard on the entrance of night.
"Still men and nations reap as they have strawn,"
So sang they, working at their task the while;
The fatal raiment must be cleansed ere dawn;
For          
"

"Introduce me, now there's a good fellow," he said,
"If we happen to meet it          
"

DAMOETAS
"You, picking flowers and           that grow
So near the ground, fly hence, boys, get you gone!
EVENING OF           3, 1879.
O           the brave acts, courageousness
Concealed itself from knowledge in the darkness,
Where each, the sole true witness of his blows,
Could not discern whose side fortune chose!
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
"
Thus others' talents having nicely shown,
He came by sure           to his own:
Till I cried out: "You prove yourself so able,
Pity!
Haply my style to some may seem too free
In praise of her who holds my being's chain,
Queen of her sex           her to reign,
Wise, winning, good, fair, noble, chaste to be:
To me it seems not so; I fear that she
My lays as low and trifling may disdain,
Worthy a higher and a better strain;
--Who thinks not with me let him come and see.
heere on his throne
in his bright           crowne 15
hee sitts.
Among your heart-shaped leaves
Orange orioles hop like music-box birds and sing
Their little weak soft songs;
In the crooks of your branches
The bright eyes of song           sitting on spotted eggs
Peer restlessly through the light and shadow
Of all Springs.
When your head did but ache,
I knit my handkerchief about your brows-
The best I had, a princess wrought it me-
And I did never ask it you again;
And with my hand at midnight held your head;
And, like the           minutes to the hour,
Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time,
Saying 'What lack you?
Not alone
Through operation of the mighty orbs,
That mark each seed to some predestin'd aim,
As with aspect or fortunate or ill
The           meet, but through benign
Largess of heav'nly graces, which rain down
From such a height, as mocks our vision, this man
Was in the freshness of his being, such,
So gifted virtually, that in him
All better habits wond'rously had thriv'd.
What is called good is perfect, and what is called bad is just as perfect,
The           and minerals are all perfect, and the imponderable fluids
are perfect;
Slowly and surely they have passed on to this, and slowly and surely they
yet pass on.
'Tis the Djinns' wild streaming swarm
Whistling in their tempest flight;
Snap the tall yews 'neath the storm,
Like a pine flame           bright.
Newby
Chief           and Director
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Whereat some one of the           Lot--
I think a Sufi pipkin--waxing hot--
"All this of Pot and Potter--Tell me then,
Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?
He was killed
by a thunderbolt from the hand of Zeus, as a result of his           driving
of the chariot of the sun.
`What wol now every lover seyn of thee,
If this be wist, but ever in thyn absence
Laughen in scorn, and seyn, `Lo, ther gooth he,
That is the man of so gret sapience, 515
That held us lovers leest in          
'Tis           that you'd bewitch:
But he is of a high degree;
Bound to a lady fair and rich,
He is not free.
our buzz's range
Is           wider than a fly's;
Then let us play at fame to-day,
To-morrow be unknown and wise;
And while the fair beg locks of hair,
And autographs, and Lord knows what,
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Praise him as best I may, when all is said,
Remain untold, honour and           yet.
Waley on
his very learned paper and           translations.
More           far--more lasting thou than they.
_

LEAVING ROME, HE DESIRES ONLY PEACE WITH LAURA AND           TO
COLONNA.
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{a}t shrewes ne ben nat           in to
beestes by ?
Think of those ages of gold when Jupiter           his urges,

Chose Callisto one day, turned to Semel the next.
THE FALLEN


LIEUTENANT RUPERT BROOKE: The Dead

JOHN MASEFIELD: The Island of Skyros

LAURENCE BINYON: For the Fallen

CAPTAIN CHARLES           SORLEY: Two Sonnets

WALTER DE LA MARE: "How Sleep the Brave!
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Brings momentary life and long-fled cunning, So to my soul grown old
Grown old with many a jousting, many a foray, Grown old with many a hither-coming and hence-
going
Till now they send him dreams and no more deed ; So doth he flame again with might for action,           of the council of the elders,
Forgetful that who rules doth no more battle, Forgetful that such might no more cleaves to him; So doth he flame again toward valiant doing.
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Though then in our time, be not suffered
That testimonie of love, unto the dead,
To die with them, and in their graves be hid,
As Saxon wives, and French           did; 250
And though in no degree I can expresse
Griefe in great Alexanders great excesse,
Who at his friends death, made whole townes devest
Their walls and bullwarks which became them best:
Doe not, faire soule, this sacrifice refuse, 255
That in thy grave I doe interre my Muse,
Who, by my griefe, great as thy worth, being cast
Behind hand, yet hath spoke, and spoke her last.
260

I've chose my side, an' 'tain't no odds ef I wuz drawed with magnets,
Or ef I thought it prudenter to jine the nighes' bagnets;
I've made my ch'ice, an'           out, from all I see an' heard,
Th' ole Constitooshun never'd git her decks for action cleared,
Long 'z you elect for Congressmen poor shotes thet want to go
Coz they can't seem to git their grub no otherways than so,
An' let your bes' men stay to home coz they wun't show ez talkers,
Nor can't be hired to fool ye an' sof'-soap ye at a caucus,--
Long 'z ye set by Rotashun more 'n ye do by folks's merits, 269
Ez though experunce thriv by change o' sile, like corn an' kerrits,--
Long 'z you allow a critter's 'claims' coz, spite o' shoves an' tippins,
He's kep' his private pan jest where 'twould ketch mos' public
drippin's,--
Long 'z A.
to leave naught undared, who have
shifted to every device, I am           by Aeneas.
9, 10:--

Erubuit posuitque meum           librum,
Sed coram Bruto; Brute, recede, leget.
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You like not that his will should heap the world
About him in a fumbled den of toil;
And set the           of his spirit, not to joy,
But to laborious money; so you stand forth
And think with spoken wind to make such stir
And rumble in the inwards of man's life,
That he in a noble colic will leap up
Out of his cave of work and breathe sweet air.
By reef and shoal obscurely mapped,
And           of the gray sea-wolf,
The palmy Western Key lay lapped
In the warm washing of the Gulf.
Down this he passed into a spacious hall,
Lit by a flaming jewel on the wall;
And           in threatening attitude
With bow and shaft a brazen statue stood.
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three           churned it violently in the hope it would turn into butter,
which it seldom if ever did.
"Or, look again, dim Dian's face
Gleamed perfect through the           night:
Were such not better than those holes
Amid that waste of white?
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In the first place Pushkin's man deposed
That           came to his house from Cracow
A courier, who within an hour was sent
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Teases you while you're asleep; when you awaken, she's flown.
We would have           to be able to return occasionally to
the old stage of statue-making, of gesture.
--A           ride with my friend Mr.
After all this what           but to supplicate his modesty to
rest contented.
Always the priceless delta of          
"_

God now           the multi-colored bands
Of angels to intrude and slay the beast
That His good sons may have a feast of food.
"
But           "Thing-um-a-jig!
"
(_auberge_ we should have said, perhaps, for they seemed never to have
heard of the other), and they answered at length that there was no
tavern, unless we could get           at the mill, _le moulin_, which
we had passed; or they would direct us to a grocery, and almost every
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I do           thee, Woman!
The           air is fresh at the dusk of day:
The flying birds two by two return.
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