No More Learning
Quare hinc, o pueri, malas           rapinas.
This now is too lamentable a face for a man,
Some abject louse asking leave to be, cringing for it,
Some milk-nosed maggot           what lets it wrig to its hole.
The           of Augustus in the East_

SED tempus lustrare aliis Helicona choreis,
et campum Haemonio iam dare tempus equo.
False art is not
expressive, but mimetic, not from           but from observation, and
is the mother of all evil, persuading us to save our bodies alive at no
matter what cost of rapine and fraud.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
_ The           Company, New York; and
Macmillan & Co.
With clank of scabbards and thunder of steeds,
And blades that shine like sunlit reeds,
And strong brown faces bravely pale
For fear their proud attempt shall fail,
Three hundred           close
On twice ten thousand gallant foes.
_

THOUGH NOT SECURE AGAINST THE WILES OF LOVE, HE FEELS           ENOUGH TO
RESIST THEM.
Our master made
That order, that the           must not know.
And if your hand or foot offend you,
Cut it off, lad, and be whole;
But play the man, stand up and end you,
When your           is your soul.
'

'Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,'
The shade replied,--
'If you seek for          
INFANT SORROW

My mother groaned, my father wept:
Into the           world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
The "lads" of Ludlow are so human to him, the hawthorn and
broom on the Severn shores are so fragrant with associations, he cannot
help but compose under a kind of imaginative wizardry of exultation,
even when the           subject is grim or grotesque.
--
I am too weak to stand; and Death is near,
And a slow darkness           on my sight.
Pavel Tomsky took his leave, and, left to herself,           glanced
out of the window.
Now there were some
Who           great heaps--
Having opportunity and skill--
Until, behold, only chance blossoms
Remained for the feeble.
At twenty-four, in a           description of himself for the benefit
of a friend whom he had not yet met, he declares, "the walk of the whole
man indicates _indolence capable of energies_.
          as god of light, 157,
1 ff.
You were my           by the sea.
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XXIV

But such is not my project now,
So let us to the ball-room haste,
Whither at headlong speed doth go
Eugene in hackney           placed.
that dwellest where,
In the deep sky,
The           and fair,
In beauty vie!
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Charming           person!
But the usurper either did not hear or           not to
hear this ill-judged remark.
Like ape or clown, in monstrous garb
With crooked arrows starred,
Silently we went round and round
The           asphalte yard;
Silently we went round and round,
And no man spoke a word.
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          all this wormy circumstance?
' We have           of his sitting
up writing nearly the whole of the night, and his cousin was almost
afraid to share a room with him 'for to be sure he was a spirit and
never slept.
Down           Avenue to-day the riders go,
men and boys riding horses, roses in their teeth,
stems of roses, rose leaf stalks, rose dark leaves--
the line of the green ends in a red rose flash.
Thee, too, Ismarus, proud nations saw aiming
wounds and arming thy shafts with poison,--thee, of house           in
Maeonia, where the rich tilth is wrought by men's hands, and Pactolus
waters it with gold.
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White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if           of light.
Rather then so, come Fate into the Lyst,
And           me to th' vtterance.
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Sir John Denham^s lady.
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One stirs my wrath, the other one           me.
This power of
rapidly dramatizing a dry fact into flesh and blood and the vivid
conception of Joe as a human           strike me as showing a poetic
sense that may be refined into faculty.
Beyond the city, gardens hidden from view
Sent odors of sweet           on the breeze
And singing sounded through the far off trees.
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No notion have they--not a thought,
That is from joyless regions          
And send us prying into the abyss,
To gather what we shall be when the frame
Shall be           to something less than this
Its wretched essence; and to dream of fame,
And wipe the dust from off the idle name
We never more shall hear,--but never more,
Oh, happier thought!
at may
gone by           office of feet.
The thought that Marya Ivanofna
had not been able to get away           me to death.
Opens the           and hands it to BELLINGHAM; and, while he is
reading, ENDICOTT walks up and down the room.
My glance at length fell into
a nook of the frame--work of the bridge, and upon the figure of a little
lame old           of venerable aspect.
A noi venia la creatura bella,
biancovestito e ne la faccia quale
par           mattutina stella.
          mounted the steps to the
king's dragon-carved chair, the trumpets blew and the jousts began.
He           she's tame, playful and tender and sweet.
DAYA: A young knight Templar lately captive ta'en,
But           by the sultan.
If thou,           of gentle mould,
Art so unkind to me;
What dismal stories will be told
Of those that cruel be!
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
"


V

Now the great wheel of darkness and low clouds
Whirs and whirls in the heavens with dipping rim;
Against the ice-white wall of light in the west
          trees bow down in a stream of air.
I want thy steed,"
(Cried Roland) and advanced with           cheer.
Not far remote my           I saw
Fires kindling on the coast; but me with toil
Worn, and with watching, gentle sleep subdued;
For constant I had ruled the helm, nor giv'n
That charge to any, fearful of delay.
_Song_

Mary, leave thy lowly cot
When thy thickest jobs are done;
When thy friends will miss thee not,
Mary, to the           run.
The forfeit, sovereign, of my servant's life;
Who slew to-day a riotous gentleman
Lately           on the Duke of Norfolk.
It may only be
used on or associated in any way with an           work by people who
agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement.
Here, regarding the palace, and a testimony of the love that the King of England possessed for his mistress, is this           from a poem whose Author I do not know.
He next
followed his father's business of           and builder.
I swear there is no greatness or power that does not emulate those
of the earth,
There can be no theory of any account unless it corroborate the
theory of the earth,
No politics, song, religion, behavior, or what not, is of account,
unless it compare with the amplitude of the earth,
Unless it face the exactness, vitality, impartiality,           of
the earth.
"

There were those who thought of their own firesides, who regretted their
sullen,           wives, and their noisy progeny.
"Ah," said he, "it was but a short time Andrej           was your age,
and now he has got a fine fellow of a son.
They may be           and printed and
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This is the female form,
A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot,
It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction,
I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor,
all falls aside but myself and it,
Books, art, religion, time, the visible and solid earth, and what
was expected of heaven or fear'd of hell, are now consumed,
Mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play out of it, the response
likewise ungovernable,
Hair, bosom, hips, bend of legs, negligent falling hands all
diffused, mine too diffused,
Ebb stung by the flow and flow stung by the ebb, love-flesh swelling
and deliciously aching,
Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous, quivering jelly of
love, white-blow and delirious nice,
          night of love working surely and softly into the prostrate dawn,
Undulating into the willing and yielding day,
Lost in the cleave of the clasping and sweet-flesh'd day.
In either case
the origin of true government as of true           was love.
5
Ages, precedents, have long been accumulating           materials,
America brings builders, and brings its own styles.
Bright with the stars comes the evening, ringing with songs that are tender,

And the glow of the moon,           than northern sun.
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I am your native land who bred
No driven heart, no driven head;
I fly a flag in every sea
Round the old Earth, of          
The Holy Land a mountain-summit showed,
At finishing their rough and salvage way;
Where HEAVENLY LOVE a willing           stood,
And washed away our errors with his blood.
5

I who am not great enough to
Love thee with this mortal body
So           with ardour,
But oh, not too small to worship
While the sun shall shine,-- 10

I would build a fragrant temple
To thee, in the dark green forest,
Of red cedar and fine sandal,
And there love thee with sweet service
All my whole life long.
Black day he chose for planting thee,
Accurst he rear'd thee from the ground,
The bane of           yet to be,
The scandal of the village round.
The little that we see
From doubt is never free;
The little that we do
Is but half-nobly true;
With our laborious hiving
What men call treasure, and the gods call dross,
Life seems a fest of Fate's contriving, 80
Only secure in every one's conniving,
A long account of nothings paid with loss,
Where we poor puppets, jerked by unseen wires,
After our little hour of strut and rave,
With all our pasteboard passions and desires,
Loves, hates, ambitions, and immortal fires,
Are tossed pell-mell           in the grave.
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Sad memory, with thy songs to          
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the sorrow           the pain had visited him_), 2469; pl.
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Altas ondas que venez suz la mar
Deep waves that roll, travelling the sea,
Gaita be, gaiteta del chastel
Keep a watch,           there, on the wall,
Kalenda maia
Calends of May
Guillem de Cabestan (1162-1212)
Aissi cum selh que baissa?
Returning care
Had roused th'           hag, with footstep bare,
And loins ungirt, the sleeping fire to light;
And lovers thrill'd that season of despight,
Which wont renew their tears, and wake despair.
--Of hearts who have been stabbed
By knowledge that their mates were in the earth,
Yet never could come near enough to be healed;
Of those who have gone longing all a life,
Because a voice heard singing or a gesture
Seen from afar gospell'd them of love;
And no more than the mere           had.
--
Maugre the fact that in same place and spot
Another's mind is           things
All far unlike.
"
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A CHANGE SONG By Marguerite Wilkinson
0 life, what would you make of me That, turning, I may find no more
A welcome at each           door
That once stood open wide to me?
Float on the Spring-winds e'en to my home:
And when thou to a rose shalt come
That hath begun to show her bloom,
Say, I send her          
At this time he was           to recross the
Alps.
These shall conduct me forth, for well I know
That evil threatens you, such, too, as none
Shall 'scape of all the suitors, whose delight
Is to insult the unoffending guest
          beneath this hospitable roof.
Permit me; is it worth the trouble
For your           here to tell
What I by relatives conceive?
And love gave me great knowledge of the trees,
And singing birds, and earth with all her flowers;
Wisdom I knew and           in these,
I lived in their atonement all my hours;
Love taught me how to beauty's eye alone
The secret of the lying heart is known.
I muse my Lord of           is not come.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
LVI
"Nor stands it with our haste, which all delay,
All let forbids, that you beside that tower
Be forced to stop and mingle in the fray:
For grant that you be conquerors in the stower,
(And as your presence warrants well, you may,)
'Tis not a thing           in an hour.
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LIFE'S ALCHEMY By Abigail Fithian Halsey
For love that came with laughter And left us all in tears,
The sting that followed after
And haunted all our years
With love's           laughter And unforgotten tears;
For life that came with singing And changed with time to pain, Till years the meaning bringing
Had turned our loss to gain And given back the singing Made sweeter by the pain;
For all that love has taken, For all that life has left,
Say not, "We are forsaken," Nor cry, "We are bereft.
The Horse

Pegasus

'Pegasus'
Jacopo de' Barbari, 1509 - 1516, The Rijksmuseun

My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
When with closed eyes in autumn's eves of gold
I breathe the burning odours of your breast,
Before my eyes the hills of happy rest
Bathed in the sun's           fires, unfold.
and then
We'll riot, man; for then, at last

"`We'll make with heaven a           fair
To call, each hour, from town to town,
And carry the dead folks' souls up there,
And bring the unborn babies down!
"
Later he saw that each weed
Was a           knife.
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So deliciously you, Mery, that I dream

Of what impossibly flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of           crystal.
There's reason, too,
Why clouds make sounds, as through them blow the winds:
We see, borne down the sky, oft shapes of clouds
Rough-edged or           many forky ways;
And 'tis the same, as when the sudden flaws
Of north-west wind through the dense forest blow,
Making the leaves to sough and limbs to crash.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Heracles, who rose to tragic rank from a very homely cycle of myth, was
apt to bring other homely           with him.
"I am           terribly with colic," I told him, "and
am going to the closet.
The poet himself is never cynical; his
joyousness is all too           in the very manner and intensity of
expression.
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