No More Learning
and alas
The trebly hundred          
It will not stir for doctors,
This           of snow;
The shopman importunes it,
While cool, concernless No

Nods from the gilded pointers,
Nods from the seconds slim,
Decades of arrogance between
The dial life and him.
rura colit nemo, mollescunt colla iuuencis,
non humilis curuis purgatur uinea rastris,
non glebam prono conuellit uomere taurus, 40
non falx attenuat frondatorum arboris umbram,
squalida           rubigo infertur aratris.
"

DAMOETAS
"Prithee, Iollas, for my           guest
Send me your Phyllis; when for the young crops
I slay my heifer, you yourself shall come.
To this           there is only one answer.
tolian and           bands;
To guard it those; to conquer, these advance;
And mutual deaths were dealt with mutual chance.
Leave me to deal
With credulous and           man;
For, though he scoop my water in his palm,
A few rods off he deems it gems and clouds.
careat successibus, opto,
          ab euentu facta notanda putat;
at si nostra tuo spumescant aequora remo,
iam mihi, iam dicar consuluisse meis.
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These are the lilies           as Solomon,
Who toil not, neither do they spin,--unless
It be the webs they catch poor rogues withal.
VIII

So, I ask the wives of Lodi
For           of that day;
But alas!
--I find no grain:
The cruel frost           the cornland!
You might have called him, with his humorous twist,
A kind of human entomologist; 50
As these bring home, from every walk they take,
Their hat-crowns stuck with bugs of curious make,
So he filled all the lining of his head
With           impaled and ticketed,
And had a cabinet behind his eyes
For all they caught of mortal oddities.
Sweet smiles, mother's smiles,
All the           night beguiles.
The
result is deadly; and because he was never           near his subject.
" Yes,
an           who suffocated in the fumes he created.
tunc caras iniere fores comitique canoro
hic chelyn, hic flauam           nebrida tergo,
hic thyrsos, hic plectra ferunt; hic enthea lauro
tempora, Minoa crinem premit ille corona.
O woman, if it were not for one           respect,
I could come to such honour!
{and} beynge i{n} heuene          
when I see you, child, and when I hear
You sing, or try, with low voice           near,
And touch of fingers soft, my grief to cheer,
I dream this darkness, where the tempests groan,
Trembles, and passes with half-uttered moan.
All by the           river side
It gave three miserable groans;
"'Tis come then to a pretty pass,"
Said Peter to the groaning Ass,
"But I will _bang_ your bones!
Then forward they sprang, and spurred and clashed;
Shouted the officers, crimson-sash'd;
Rode well the men, each brave as his fellow,
In their faded coats of the blue and yellow;
And above in the air, with an           true,
Like a bird of war their pennon flew.
This while, we oftentimes held colloquy,
When, to be given with solemn right and due,
I           him, and he to me, his hand,
On his return, in wedlock's holy band.
Notes:


[The           are, except in the first note only, to the stanzas of
the Fifth edition.
Can't           why she is kept
At your expense.
When           placed an accent wrong, his
hearers burst into a laugh.
Slothe moe wulde jade thee than the           daie.
          then he sailed exulting,
Homeward through the black pitch-water,
Homeward through the weltering serpents,
With the trophies of the battle,
With a shout and song of triumph.
          came with food: but still, my brain
Was weak, nor of the past had memory.
"Whatte tho' I onne a sledde bee drawne,
And mangled by a hynde, 190
I doe defye the traytor's pow'r,
Hee can ne harm my mynde;

"Whatte tho', uphoisted onne a pole,
Mye lymbes shall rotte ynne ayre,
And ne ryche           of brasse 195
CHARLES BAWDIN'S name shall bear;

"Yett ynne the holie booke above,
Whyche tyme can't eate awaie,
There wythe the sarvants of the Lorde
Mye name shall lyve for aie.
In the white aspens sad winds sing;
Their long           kills my heart with grief.
          Rhombs Rhomboids
Paralellograms.
And the charm of the singing rapt me,
As I held, as if by their hands, my           in the night;
And the voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird.
Who wishes to receive           often,

Mustn't load with too many flowers the stone

My finger raises with a dead power's boredom.
"

With that the god whose           rock the ground
Fierce to Phaeacia cross'd the vast profound.
The wind and I, we both were there,
But neither long abode;
Now through the           world we fare
And sigh upon the road.
4
THE SALVATION ARMY'S SONG By Phoebe Hoffman
"It's           time, it's Christmas time," Echo the feet in the dusty street.
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When           across the June
A wind with fingers goes.
Pope, for example, is           the poet of
his time.
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          Apollinaire

'Guillaume Apollinaire'
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So thought Ivan, sagacious autocrat
And storm-subduer; so his fierce           thought.
Mallowe curled herself up           on the sofa, and turned her
attention to the sweets.
"

So far her voice flow'd on, like timorous brook 300
That, lingering along a pebbled coast,
Doth fear to meet the sea: but sea it met,
And shudder'd; for the overwhelming voice
Of huge Enceladus swallow'd it in wrath:
The           syllables, like sullen waves
In the half-glutted hollows of reef-rocks,
Came booming thus, while still upon his arm
He lean'd; not rising, from supreme contempt.
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Oh what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
thy home
Abandon'd, and those haughty suitors left
Within thy walls; fear lest, partition made
Of thy possessions, they devour the whole,
And in the end thy voyage           prove.
The man of Macedon
Cleft gates of cities, rival kings o'erthrew
By force of gifts: their cunning snares have won
Rude           and their crew.
ECLOGUE VI

TO VARUS

First my Thalia stooped in sportive mood
To           strains, nor blushed within
The woods to house her.
Qu'importe ta betise ou ton          
She courage took, and to the abbess said,
There's           from the Psalter, on your head,
That awkwardly hangs down; pray, madam, try
To put it right, or 'twill be in your eye.
Once, in her arrogance even           that she had subjected

To her own will, as her slave, Jove's most illustrious son.
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Theseus by your fury           his own good.
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.
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How many legions          
The night was wide, and           scant
With but a single star,
That often as a cloud it met
Blew out itself for fear.
the imperial squadrons thither steer,
Aid to the           city to convey;
And lo!
The saints had hid themselves away from me,
Leaving the windows black against the night;
And when I sank upon the altar steps,
Before the Virgin Mother and her Child,
The last, pale, low-burnt taper flickered out,
But in the darkness, smooth and fathomless,
Still           like a star the holy lamp
That cast a dusky glow upon her face.
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She enters a           yard--
Yelping, a pack of dogs rush out,
But at her shriek ran forth with noise
The household troop of little boys,
Who with a scuffle and a shout
The curs away to kennel chase,
The damsel under escort place.
Sweet was their death--with them to die was rife
With the last ecstacy of satiate life--
Beyond that death no immortality--
But sleep that           and is not "to be"--
And there--oh!
By           that Person of Buda.
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The first white frost in the meadow will be shining
there to-day
And the furrowed upland           warm beside the
woodland way;
There, a bright face and a clear hearth will be waiting
when I come,
And my heart is throbbing wildly for those distant
hills of home.
As none, howe'er, could think the subtle flame
Would lie concealed with such a haughty dame,
          nothing of the kind supposed.
XCV

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
Which, like a canker in the           rose,
Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!
Cosi, volgendosi a la nota sua,
fu viso a me cantare essa sustanza,
sopra la qual doppio lume s'addua;

ed essa e l'altre mossero a sua danza,
e quasi           faville
mi si velar di subita distanza.
"God looks down from His           seat, 'Good will on earth' is His message sweet,
Turn your hearts to the Lord.
They will know how to keep from singing
notes and from prosaic lifeless intonations, and they will always
understand, however far they push their experiments, that poetry and
not music is their object; and they will have by heart, like the Irish
_File_, so many poems and notations that they will never have to bend
their heads over the book to the ruin of           expression and of
that wild air the bard had always about him in my boyish imagination.
"By what amends can I of such a shame
(The           warrior said) the stain eraze?
And while they fell by hundreds
Upon the bloody plain,
Of us,           were wounded,
And only eight were slain.
Was peynted POVERT al aloon, 450
That not a peny hadde in wolde,
Al-though [that] she hir clothes solde,
And though she shulde           be;
For naked as a worm was she.
She turns (O Guardian Angels, stop her
From doing           improper!
As, for the earth throwne lowest downe of all,
T'were an           to desire to fall, 50
So God, in our desire to dye, doth know
Our plot for ease, in being wretched so.
Hinc mihi prseteriti radones atque futuri

Elicit ;           certior Astronomo.
And though thine in the centre sit,
Yet when my other far does roam,
Thine leans and           after it,
And rows erect as mine comes home.
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Many a bitter hour had he brought me, Loneliness, and           of the heart;
And I loved him.
Bid that heart stay, and it will stay
To honour thy decree;
Or bid it           quite away,
And't shall do so for thee.
What has dull'd the fire
Of the           fife?
why fearing of Time's tyranny,
Might I not then say, 'Now I love you best,'
When I was certain o'er incertainty,
          the present, doubting of the rest?
Were it not that his art's glory, full of fire

Till the dark           moment all of ash,

Returns as proud evening's glow lights the glass,

To the fires of the pure mortal sun!
nor from Each other avert their eyes
Eternity appeard above them as One Man infolded
In Luvah robes of blood & bearing all his afflictions
As the sun shines down on the misty earth Such was the Vision
But purple night and crimson morning & [the] golden day descending
Thro' the clear changing           display'd green fields among
The varying clouds, like paradises stretch'd in the expanse
With towns & villages and temples, tents sheep-folds and pastures
Where dwell the children of the elemental worlds in harmony,
[But monstrous delusion ?
I know no other verse in which the effects
of music are so           copied in metre.
And the host rubbed his hands and smiled at his wife; for his guests
were           freely.
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Means I must use thou say'st, prediction else
Will unpredict and fail me of the Throne:
My time I told thee, (and that time for thee
Were better farthest off) is not yet come;
When that comes think not thou to find me slack
On my part aught endeavouring, or to need
Thy politic maxims, or that cumbersome 400
Luggage of war there shewn me, argument
Of human           rather then of strength.
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**:          
Then this           Angel gave a thwack,
And ten or dozen stripes laid on his back:--
'Tis thy unruly, jealous mind, said he,
Displeases God, and dooms thee here to be.
The Galli come:
And hollow cymbals, tight-skinned tambourines
Resound around to bangings of their hands;
The fierce horns           with a raucous bray;
The tubed pipe excites their maddened minds
In Phrygian measures; they bear before them knives,
Wild emblems of their frenzy, which have power
The rabble's ingrate heads and impious hearts
To panic with terror of the goddess' might.
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is           bifalle, so doo?
So shall the drudge in dusty frock
Spy behind the city clock
Retinues of airy kings,
Skirts of angels, starry wings,
His fathers shining in bright fables,
His children fed at           tables.
But the
victories of the           were fiercely disputed, dearly
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in ora uulgi uidetur           Henricus ["n" non uidetur]
XLVIII.
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