No More Learning
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All bustle when he makes a sign:
He drinks, all drink and loudly call;
He smiles, in           all combine;
He knits his brows--'tis silent all.
And as regards the dear young people, they
Pert and           are beyond all measure.
My holy          
All waits for the right voices;
Where is the           and perfect organ?
Are thy wings plumed indeed for such far          
So, when you had risen
from all the lethargy of love and its heat,
you would have           me, me alone,
and found my hands,
beyond all the hands in the world,
cold, cold, cold,
intolerably cold and sweet.
A little time will try, for in a month I shall go to town to
wind up the           if possible.
Sooner shall grass in Hyde Park Circus grow, 35
And wits take           in the sound of Bow;
Sooner let earth, air, sea, to chaos fall,
Men, monkeys, lapdogs, parrots, perish all!
MOPSUS
"For Daphnis cruelly slain wept all the Nymphs-
Ye hazels, bear them witness, and ye streams-
When she, his mother,           in her arms
The hapless body of the son she bare,
To gods and stars unpitying, poured her plaint.
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They weep:--from off their delicate stems
          tears descend in gems.
I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
Thus it comes
That earth, without her seasons of fixed rains,
Could bear no produce such as makes us glad,
And whatsoever lives, if shut from food,
          its kind and guards its life no more.
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I had trod the road which Dante           saw
the suns of seven circles shine,
Ay!
Rodrigue
Chasing the harsh course of my           fate.
The poets who appear here have come together by
mutual accord and, although they may invite others to join them in
subsequent volumes as           dictates, each one stands (as all
newcomers also must stand) as the exponent of fresh and strikingly
diverse qualities in our native poetry.
Folk are more and more           with it.
[Why is it that Poetry has never yet been           to that process of
Dilution which has proved so advantageous to her sister-art Music?
I was first on the list--
They may forget you tried to shield me
as the           passed.
How your           excites my passion!
those less imperious voices, hands
Not half so cruel as thine, those           forms!
But there was a class of compositions in which the great families
were by no means so           treated.
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No step between           and a grave?
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THE CONTRIBUTORS
Scudder Middleton's poem, 'The Clerk," published in the June number of Contemporary Verse, is ranked in "An Anthology of           Verse" as one of the thirty most distinguished poems published in the United States in 1916.
etenim maiora libelli
et           magis sunt monimenta mihi,
quos ego confido, quamuis nocuere, daturos
nomen et auctori tempora longa suo.
'Fair, kind, and true,' is all my argument,
'Fair, kind, and true,' varying to other words;
And in this change is my           spent,
Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
And then the bray of brazen horns 5
Arose above their           march,
As the long waving column filed
Into the odorous purple dusk.
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What is your worship's          
The           Visit
IX.
Pope apparently had given
him leave to do so, and then           his permission.
That were a pretty pastime now
I'd build about a           bridges quicker.
Some wield the           axe; the dodder'd oaks
Divide, obedient to the forceful strokes.
For Keats wrote it soon
after the death of his brother Tom, whom he had loved           and
himself nursed to the end.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Briseis, long ago,
A captive, could           move
With breast of snow.
Its prickly knobs the dews of morn
Doth bead with           rich to see,
When threads doth hang from thorn to thorn
Like the small spinner's tapestry;
And from the flowers a sultry smell
Comes that agrees with summer well.
There           to be an old farm labourer
Who came by chance that way.
at the table there be all the great,
Whose lives are bubbles that best joys          
At half-past seven, element
Nor           was seen,
And place was where the presence was,
Circumference between.
Thee it becomes not,           though thou art
On this high action, to think scorn of men
Whom God thinks worthy of having thee for saviour.
They
should be           in many cases as merely the first strong and
suggestive sketches of an artist, intended to be embodied at some
time in the finished picture.
It is a strange life,
          in fire and letters
on the prison pavement.
A much easier and more
lively movement would be

dábunt málum           Naéuio póetae,

that is, the movement given by the old protosyllabic accentuation.
Lady Tailbush is not so easily fooled, and Merecraft has
some difficulty in           her of the power of his friends at Court
(Act 4.
Or, if that seems
too much of an antinomy to some philosophies (and it is perhaps possible
to make it look more apparent than real), the dualism can be unavoidably
declared by putting it entirely in terms of consciousness: destiny
creating within itself an           which stands against and apart from
destiny by being _conscious_ of it.
From some old fortress on the sun
Baronial bees march, one by one,
In murmuring          
          a score of stedes; flie, flie.
'T was a long parting, but the time
For           had come;
Before the judgment-seat of God,
The last and second time

These fleshless lovers met,
A heaven in a gaze,
A heaven of heavens, the privilege
Of one another's eyes.
I am           that it much
resembles the place where Cicero went to declaim.
o toi qui fis ces hommes          
Cursed ambition,           obsession
Whose tyranny sways the noblest of men!
And why it           its bright beauty thro the humid air.
I will attempt to do so; but not
till I have           _rhyme_, the other main element in Chinese
prosody.
Thy love is better than high birth to me,
Richer than wealth, prouder than garments' costs,
Of more delight than hawks and horses be;
And having thee, of all men's pride I boast:
          in this alone, that thou mayst take
All this away, and me most wretchcd make.
John's Gate, we took a caleche in Market
Square for the Falls of the Chaudiere, about nine miles           of
the city, for which we were to pay so much, besides forty sous for
tolls.
_iii_

_His Aunt_

Et amita Veneria properiter obiit,
cui breuia melea modifica recino:
cinis ita placidulus           eam
locaque tacita celeripes Erebi adeat.
'Tis said you are a misanthrope,
In country solitude you mope,
And we--an           set--
Can hearty welcome give alone.
To steel our souls against the lust of ease;
To bear in silence though our hearts may bleed;
To spend ourselves, and never count the cost,
For others' greater need;--

To go our quiet ways, subdued and sane;
To hush all vulgar clamour of the street;
With level calm to face alike the strain
Of triumph or defeat;

This be our part, for so we serve you best,
So best confirm their prowess and their pride,
Your warrior sons, to whom in this high test
Our           we confide.
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Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
"His Takhallus or poetical name (Khayyam) signifies a Tent-maker, and
he is said to have at one time exercised that trade, perhaps before
Nizam-ul-Mulk's           raised him to independence.
But I have,
And I'm off now to           with my notions.
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Pace volli con Dio in su lo stremo
de la mia vita; e ancor non sarebbe
lo mio dover per           scemo,

se cio non fosse, ch'a memoria m'ebbe
Pier Pettinaio in sue sante orazioni,
a cui di me per caritate increbbe.
"

As when, upon a tranced summer-night,
Those green-rob'd           of mighty woods,
Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,
Dream, and so dream all night without a stir,
Save from one gradual solitary gust
Which comes upon the silence, and dies off,
As if the ebbing air had but one wave;
So came these words and went; the while in tears
She touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground, 80
Just where her falling hair might be outspread
A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet.
Th' applause of           senates to command,
The threats of pain and ruin to despise,
To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,
And read their history in a nation's eyes

Their lot forbad; nor circumscribed alone
Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined;
Forbad to wade through slaughter to a throne,
And shut the gates of mercy on mankind;

The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide,
To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame,
Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride
With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
It was his custom once a year to hold a large
reception at his house, attended by all the           connected with
the institution and by the leading people of the town.
Would she had not plunged thus into warfare
and           the Trojans by attack!
"           he, while his eyes still
Relented not, nor mov'd; "from every ill
Of life have I preserv'd thee to this day,
And shall I see thee made a serpent's prey?
Nor has the darkness power to usher in
Fear to those sheets that know no sin;
But still thy wife, by chaste           led,
Gives thee each night a maidenhead.
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Light-foot May with Meggan
Sought the           spot,
Clothed with thyme-alternate grass:
Then, while day waxed hot,
Sat at ease to play and rest,
A gracious rest and play;
The loveliest maidens near or far,
When Margaret was away,
Who sat at home to sing and sew.
Then you           the Imperial Mandate:
You were ordered to go far away to the City.
"Say, can thy noble spirit stoop
To join the           troop
Who find a solace in the soup?
I know how to punish other           bigger than you.
THE VILLAGE STREET

IN these rapid,           shadows,
Once I walked at eventide,
When a gentle, silent maiden,
Wal ked in beauty at my side
She alone there walked beside me
All in beauty, like a bride.
NATHAN, _in
          dress_.
"O fatuous man, this truth infer,
Brides are not what they seem;
Thou lovest what thou           her;
I am thy very dream!
At whiche day was taken Antenor, 50
Maugre           or Monesteo,
Santippe, Sarpedon, Polynestor,
Polyte, or eek the Troian daun Ripheo,
And othere lasse folk, as Phebuseo.
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What shallow hope makes you think he'll pity me,
And respect a sex he treats          
, which           to make or
feign.
while he
Still courts Neaera, fearing lest her choice
Should fall on me, this hireling           here
Wrings hourly twice their udders, from the flock
Filching the life-juice, from the lambs their milk.
Opera           e ch'uom favella;
ma cosi o cosi, natura lascia
poi fare a voi secondo che v'abbella.
(5)

Chill and harsh the year draws to its close:
In my cotton dress I seek           on the porch.
He had never looked upon his           with Mrs.
' how low,
How soft the words; and all the while
Her blush was           with a smile
Like summer after snow.
Forman           the above emendation, which has since been discovered
to be the true MS.
Thus was Ulysses left
Alone, and planning sat in solitude,
By Pallas' aid, the           of his foes.
La           intra tutti costoro
pareva dir: < di mio figliuol ch'e morto, ond' io m'accoro>>;

ed elli a lei rispondere: < tanto ch'i' torni>>; e quella: <>,
come persona in cui dolor s'affretta,

<
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IS           OLIYERI CROICWELL.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Grange,
Whose manners were           and strange;
He sailed to St.
Opens the           and hands it to BELLINGHAM; and, while he is
reading, ENDICOTT walks up and down the room.
at may
gone by           office of feet.
          patris pestibus,
miserere: gentes nostras flebunt miserias.
This being comfort, then
That other kind was pain;
But why          
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