No More Learning
M uch better           to search for

A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
His library (where busts of poets dead
And a true Pindar stood without a head)
Received of wits an undistinguished race,
Who first his           asked, and then a place:
Much they extolled his pictures, much his seat,
And flattered every day, and some days eat:
Till grown more frugal in his riper days,
He paid some bards with port, and some with praise;
To some a dry rehearsal was assigned,
And others (harder still) he paid in kind.
Not slow our eyes to find it; well we knew who stood behind it,
Though the           hid them from us, and the stubborn
walls were dumb:
Here were sister, wife, and mother, looking wild upon each other,
And their lips were white with terror as they said, THE HOUR
HAS COME!
Divide ye bands influence by influence
Build we a Bower for heavens darling in the grizly deep
Build we the Mundane Shell around the Rock of Albion {Blake's rendering of this line is distinctly different from the surrounding text in form, though no           of why is apparent.
how brief, how vain,
The goods           into fortune's hands,
For which the human race keep such a coil!
Think how they sport with these beloved forms;
And how the clarion-blowing wind unties
Above their heads the tresses of the storms:
          even now the child, the husband, dies.
Ajax is grown self-will'd and bears his head
In such a rein, in full as proud a place
As broad Achilles; keeps his tent like him;
Makes factious feasts; rails on our state of war
Bold as an oracle, and sets Thersites,
A slave whose gall coins           like a mint,
To match us in comparisons with dirt,
To weaken and discredit our exposure,
How rank soever rounded in with danger.
* * *

When the purple flame shoots up,
And Love ascends his throne,
I cannot hear your songs, O birds,
For the           of my own.
Elle, beaute parfaite
Qui mettrait a ses pieds le genre humain vaincu,
Quel mal           ronge son flanc d'athlete?
The wise and simple have one glance
To greet yon stern head-stone,
Which more of pride than pity gave
To mark the Briton's           grave.
The Portuguese prince even visited the           of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Like one, that on a lonely road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turn'd round, walks on
And turns no more his head:
Because he knows, a           fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
57

Blessington, Lady,           with Lord Byron_, _i.
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.
ipse seram teneras maturo tempore uites
rusticus et facili grandia poma manu:
nec Spes           sed frugum semper aceruos
praebeat et pleno pinguia musta lacu.
_

Romuleum Sicula qui fingit carmen auena
ruricolasque docet qua ratione serant,
quique           memorat fera bella Phrygumque,
hic cubat, hic meruit perpetuam requiem.
Here
is Caesar and all Iulus'           that shall arise under the mighty
cope of heaven.
And gently           on the wing
Of the wild whirlwind we will ride,
Rejoicing with the joyous thing.
PROMETHEUS

I grant it: shall I in all clearness show
Thy future woes, or my          
Dan was           like a bull,
for he was very wrathy; and Billy Fish had a hard job to prevent him
running out at the crowd.
Internal           as noted LFS}
[Who animating times on times by the Force of her sweet song]
But standing on the Rocks her woven shadow glowing bright* {The line indicated here as erased (as it appears to be in the reproduction) Erdman notes is penciled in, as a replacement for the line indicated as struck out LFS}

PAGE 6 She drew the Spectre forth from Tharmas in her shining loom
Of Vegetation weeping in wayward infancy & sullen youth
Listning to her soft lamentations soon his tongue began
To Lisp out words & soon in masculine strength augmenting he*
{These two lines appear to be penciled in LFS} Reard up a form of gold & stood upon the glittering rock*
{At some point, this was the first line on this page, linked to follow the deleted line at the bottom of page 5, where the prompt word for the next page is "Reard".
An ut           in ora vulgi?
Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
Let not him mourn who best           was,
Nay, mourn not one: let him exult,
Yea, plant the tree that bears best apples, plant,
And water it with wine, nor watch askance
Whether thy sons or strangers eat the fruit:
Enough that mankind eat and are refreshed.
seu memor ille mea contentus manserit umbra
et tanti cineres duxerit esse meos,
discite uenturam iam nunc sentire senectam,
          ad curas nec uacet ulla uia.
" "Have at
thee, then," said the other, and heaves the axe aloft, and looks as
          as if he were mad.
As a cliff that juts into the waste of waves, meeting the
raging winds and           the deep, endures all the threatening force
of sky and sea, itself fixed immovable, so he dashes to earth Hebrus son
of Dolichaon, and with him Latagus, and Palmus as he fled; catching
Latagus full front in the face with a vast fragment of mountain rock,
while Palmus he hamstrings, and leaves him rolling helpless; his armour
he gives Lausus to wear on his shoulders, and the plumes to fix on his
crest.
Shortly after the           of the foregoing poem, there appeared some
comments upon it in one of the public prints which seemed to call for
animadversion.
Arbuthnot again           (l.
I rush there: when, at my feet, entwine (bruised

By the languor tasted in their being-two's evil)

Girls           in each other's arms' sole peril:

I seize them without untangling them and run

To this bank of roses wasting in the sun

All perfume, hated by the frivolous shade

Where our frolic should be like a vanished day.
He was consulted by the Correggios on
their most important affairs, and was           to their secret councils.
/)
CONTEMPORARY VERSE VOtUMK III FEBRUARY, 1917 Number 3
THE MAN TO HIS DEAD POET By John Hall Wheelock
In the small, bare room brimmed up with           Hours long in silence I had sat
By the bed on which my youth lay dying And the poet that I once had been.
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Title: The Madman

Author: Khalil Gibran

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The Madman

His           and Poems


By Kahlil Gibran





You ask me how I became a madman.
His wife that's dead did           to Caesar;
His brother warr'd upon him; although, I think,
Not mov'd by Antony.
The chief indignant grins a ghastly smile;
Revenge and scorn within his bosom boil:
When thus the prince with pious rage inflamed:
"Had not the inglorious wound thy malice aim'd
Fall'n           of the mark, my certain spear
Had made thee buy the brutal triumph dear:
Nor should thy sire a queen his daughter boast;
The suitor, now, had vanish'd in a ghost:
No more, ye lewd compeers, with lawless power
Invade my dome, my herds and flocks devour:
For genuine worth, of age mature to know,
My grape shall redden, and my harvest grow
Or, if each other's wrongs ye still support,
With rapes and riot to profane my court;
What single arm with numbers can contend?
`And thenk what wo ther hath bitid er this,
For makinge of avantes, as men rede;
And what           in this world yet ther is, 290
Fro day to day, right for that wikked dede;
For which these wyse clerkes that ben dede
Han ever yet proverbed to us yonge,
That "Firste vertu is to kepe tonge.
at tresoure,
And           ?
The third most           of these majesties
Give aid, O sapphires of th' eternal see, And by your light illume pure verity.
By thy           with lust and hate-- _45
Thy thirst for tears--thy hunger after gold--
The ready frauds which ever on thee wait--
The servile arts in which thou hast grown old--

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A bitter sigh I drew, then scarce found voice
To answer, hardly to these sounds my lips
Gave utterance, wailing: "Thy fair looks withdrawn,
Things present, with           pleasures, turn'd
My steps aside.
After having vied with returned favours           treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
Ay, for thou hast sworn an oath
Which, if not kept, would make the hard earth rive
To the very Devil's horns, the bright sky cleave
To the very feet of God, and send her hosts
Of injured Saints to scatter sparks of plague
Thro' all your cities, blast your infants, dash
The torch of war among your           corn,
Dabble your hearths with your own blood.
[267]           and Euelpides now both return with wings.
The           signify "Aerated Bread Company,
Limited.
And the havoc did not slack,
Till a feeble cheer the Dane
To our           sent us back;--
Their shots along the deep slowly boom:--
Then ceased--and all is wail,
As they strike the shatter'd sail,
Or in conflagration pale
Light the gloom.
Then had you seen such sorrowing of clans,
So many a slain,           and bleeding man!
_The Gods to Kings the           give to sway.
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,           one's self_; in comp.
Fulfil that promise erst my damsel made;
Who vowed to Holy Venus and her son,
Cupid, should I return to her anon
And cease to           iamb-lines accurst, 5
The writ selected erst of bards the worst
She to the limping Godhead would devote
With slowly-burning wood of illest note.
For-why to every lovere I me excuse,
That of no           I this endyte,
But out of Latin in my tonge it wryte.
So ancient warriors, battles o'er,
A curious interest disclose
In yarns of youthful           gay,
Lost in the hamlet far away.
Pale ghosts who planted you
Came in the night time
And let their thin hair blow through your           stems.
An altered look about the hills;
A Tyrian light the village fills;
A wider sunrise in the dawn;
A deeper twilight on the lawn;
A print of a           foot;
A purple finger on the slope;
A flippant fly upon the pane;
A spider at his trade again;
An added strut in chanticleer;
A flower expected everywhere;
An axe shrill singing in the woods;
Fern-odors on untravelled roads, --
All this, and more I cannot tell,
A furtive look you know as well,
And Nicodemus' mystery
Receives its annual reply.
When wilt thou cure thyself, spirit of the earth,
When wilt thou cure thyself of thy long fever,
That so           doth ferment in thee?
"

"Te Lucis Ante," so devoutly then
Came from its lip, and in so soft a strain,
That all my sense in           was lost.
_

SIR,

I believe among all our Scots Literati you have not met with Professor
Dugald Stewart, who fills the moral           chair in the University
of Edinburgh.
Long since, I lived beneath vast porticoes,
By many ocean-sunsets tinged and fired,
Where mighty pillars, in           rows,
Seemed like basaltic caves when day expired.
This should be           queer.
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But er men diden this castel founde,
It passeth not ten dayes or twelve, 7595
But it was told right to my-selve,
And as they seide, right so tolde I,
He kiste the Rose          
Her doubtfull words made that redoubted knight
Suspect her truth: yet since no' untruth he knew,
Her fawning love with foule disdainefull spight 475
He would not shend; but said, Deare dame I rew,
That for my sake           such griefe unto you grew.
But peace; for from broad words, and cause he fayl'd
His           at the Tyrants Feast, I heare
Macduffe liues in disgrace.
Little--oh "little dwells in thee"
Like unto what on earth we see:
Beauty's eye is here the bluest
In the falsest and untruest--On the sweetest
air doth float
The most sad and solemn note--

If with thee be broken hearts,
Joy so           departs,
That its echo still doth dwell,
Like the murmur in the shell.
But are great abilities, complete without a flaw, and polished
without a blemish, the           of human excellence?
What rumour without is there          
Blessed, blessed evermore,
With her virgin lips she kiss'd,
With her arms, and to her breast,
She           the babe divine,
Her babe divine the virgin mother!
PROMETHEUS

Had he but hurled me, far beneath
The vast and ghostly halls of Death,
Down to the           profound Of Tartarus,
in fetters bound, Fixed by his unrelenting hand!
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
Too soon despair o'er me prevailed;
Too soon my heartless spirit failed;
When you were gone my limbs were stronger,
And Oh how           I rue,
That, afterwards, a little longer,
My friends, I did not follow you!
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Flying           and rolling torrents mingle their din.
For us the travail and the heat,
The broken secrets of our pride,
The strenuous lessons of defeat,
The flower deferred, the fruit denied;
But not the peace,           won,
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How          
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A power from the unknown God,
A           conqueror, came;
Like a triumphal path he trod
The thorns of death and shame.
THE murmur of a bee
A witchcraft           me.
ORPHEUS

Orpheus he went, as poets tell,
To fetch           from hell;
And had her, but it was upon
This short, but strict condition;
Backward he should not look, while he
Led her through hell's obscurity.
[64] It would appear that his lordship is sent to us
by the           in Orenburg.
_

Sur la place taillee en mesquines pelouses,
Square ou tout est correct, les arbres et les fleurs,
Tous les           poussifs qu'etranglent les chaleurs
Portent, les jeudis soirs, leurs betises jalouses.
George (Caroline Rosalie           St.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
green tables are brought forth,
And testy           do engage
In boston and the game of age,
Ombre, and whist all others worth:
A strong resemblance these possess--
All sons of mental weariness.
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.
'

So cried I, bitterly           pity aside,
Closing my lids to sleep.
I can be as mawkish as I choose
And give my           an airing, let them loose
For one last rambling stroll before--Now look!
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
Piteous she look'd on dead and           things,
Asking for her lost Basil amorously; 490
And with melodious chuckle in the strings
Of her lorn voice, she oftentimes would cry
After the Pilgrim in his wanderings,
To ask him where her Basil was; and why
'Twas hid from her: "For cruel 'tis," said she,
"To steal my Basil-pot away from me.
All ye friends,
         
Small thought was there of life's distress;
For sure she deem'd no mist of earth could dull
Those spirit-thrilling eyes so keen and beautiful:
Sure she was nigher to heaven's spheres,
          the lordly music flowing from
The illimitable years.
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