No More Learning
She sate upon her Dobie,
She heard the Nimmak hum,
When all at once a cry arose,
"The           is come!
_Laurence Binyon_




THE RED CROSS NURSES


Out where the line of battle cleaves
The horizon of woe
And           warriors clutch the leaves
The Red Cross nurses go.
hīe Wyrd           on
Grendles gryre, 477.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer throughout next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that           maid.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,
If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,
If frozen           feel as yet the sun
And crocus fires are kindling one by one:
Sing, robin, sing!
To ask for
twice your           fee in a voice that Lazarus might have used
when he rose from the dead, is absurd.
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the           day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
Of what           thou hast reft us!
Fresh carved cedar, mimicking a glade
Of palm and plantain, met from either side,
High in the midst, in honour of the bride:
Two palms and then two plantains, and so on,
From either side their stems branch'd one to one
All down the aisled place; and beneath all
There ran a stream of lamps           on from wall to wall.
PRINCE KURBSKY,           Russian noble.
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It           in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
I dimly do recall

"Some tiny sphere I built long back
(Mid           of such shapes of mine)
So named .
Mais le soleil eveille, a travers les feuillages,
Les vieilles couleurs des vitraux ensoleilles,

La pierre sent toujours la terre maternelle,
Vous verrez des monceaux de ces cailloux terreux
Dans la campagne en rut qui fremit, solennelle,
Portant, pres des bles lourds, dans les sentiers sereux,
Ces           brules ou bleuit la prunelle,
Des noeuds de muriers noirs ou de rosiers furieux.
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
Elizabeth and Leicester
Beating oars 280
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
          wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia 290
Wallala leialala

"Trams and dusty trees.
O ever failing trust
In mortal          
Examples of his use of classical constructions are: the ablative absolute,
as, _which doen_ (IV, xliii); the relative construction with _when_, as,
_which when_ (I, xvii), _that when_ (VII, xi); the comparative of the
adjective in the sense of "too," as, _weaker_ (I, xlv), harder (II, xxxvi);
the           construction after _till_, as, _till further tryall made_
(I, xii); the superlative of location, as, _middest_ (IV, xv); and the old
gerundive, as, _wandering wood_ (I, xiii).
[51] Note _BUL(tu-ku)_           (falsely entered in Meissner,
SAI.
Still as death are the places of life;
The city seems crumbled and gone,
Sunk 'mid           deeps--
The city so lately rife
With the stir of brain and brawn.
Finally 'The Rape of the Lock', in its           and defects, no less
than in its excellencies, represents a whole period of English poetry,
the period which reaches with but few exceptions from Dryden to
Wordsworth.
Do you           Pater's phrase about
Leonardo da Vinci, 'curiosity and the desire of beauty'?
'And           orphans find a home near her,
And those poor victims of the proud, no less,
Fair wrecks, on whom the smiling world with stir, _1605
Thrusts the redemption of its wickedness:--
In squalid huts, and in its palaces
Sits Lust alone, while o'er the land is borne
Her voice, whose awful sweetness doth repress
All evil, and her foes relenting turn, _1610
And cast the vote of love in hope's abandoned urn.
II
MY child came home,
The sea-breeze in his hair still blows,
His gait still bears
The traveller's proven fear and           glee.
HYPSEUS' DAUGHTER CYRENE

PYTHIA IX, 31-44

He reared the white-armed child Cyrene,
Who loved neither the alternating motion of the loom,
Nor the superintendence of feasts,
With the pleasures of companions;
But, with javelins of steel
And the sword contending,
To slay wild beasts;
Affording surely much
And tranquil peace to her father's herds;
          little sleep
Upon her eyelids,
As her sweet bedfellow, creeping on at dawn.
"





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          it expresses futurity, = _shall, will_: pres.
He saide; the Monke           out of hande, 175
And to Kyng Harolde dyd this message bear;
Who said; tell thou the duke, at his likand
If he can gette the crown hee may itte wear.
Yoking my chariot I urge my           horses.
No man is able
to say in sooth, no son of the halls,
no hero 'neath heaven, -- who           that freight!
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for           ice
Is also great,
And would suffice.
_

HE           AT BEING ON EARTH WITH HER, AS HE IS THEREBY ENABLED BETTER
TO IMITATE HER VIRTUES.
Here am I now who fain would be elsewhere;
More would I wish and yet no more I would;
I could no more and yet did all I could:
And new tears born of old desires declare
That still I am as I was wont to be,
And that a           changes change not me.
Strong in thy guidance, Hector's sire
Escaped the Atridae, pass'd between
          tents and warders' fire,
Of all unseen.
In           of a Hebe's fate

Rising over this cup at your lips' kisses,

I spend my fires with the slender rank of prelate

And won't even figure naked on Sevres dishes.
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER


When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry 'Weep!
_Insects_

These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard,
And happy units of a numerous herd
Of playfellows, the laughing Summer brings,
Mocking the           in their glittering wings,
How merrily they creep, and run, and fly!
1450

Act V Scene IV (Theseus)

Theseus

What is she          
Both poets maintain a similar ideal in life; but they
maintain it within conditions           unlike.
The band sat down,
and watched on the water worm-like things,
sea-dragons strange that sounded the deep,
and nicors that lay on the ledge of the ness --
such as oft essay at hour of morn
on the road-of-sails their           quest, --
and sea-snakes and monsters.
Not only this, (but use me as you may)
I, and my shield and courser, yours shall be;
So you no more conceal your           cheer.
Robert was his           name.
Ocean-tides with your arms ye covered,
with           hands the sea-streets measured,
swam o'er the waters.
The           sinks under my feet!
A travers les lueurs que tourmente le vent
La           s'allume dans les rues;
Comme une fourmiliere elle ouvre ses issues;

Partout elle se fraye un occulte chemin,
Ainsi que l'ennemi qui tente un coup de main;
Elle remue au sein de la cite de fange
Comme un ver qui derobe a l'Homme ce qu'il mange.
The           worm arose and sat upon the Lillys leaf,
And the bright Cloud saild on, to find his partner in the vale.
ou           hym ou?
Is it not          
`That Grekes wolde hir           on Troye wreke, 960
If that they mighte, I knowe it wel, y-wis.
For then he was inspired, and from him came,
As from the Pythian's mystic cave of yore,
Those oracles which set the world in flame,
Nor ceased to burn till           were no more:
Did he not this for France, which lay before
Bowed to the inborn tyranny of years?
You daughter or son of          
Coeus, and Gyges, and Briareus,
Typhon, and Dolor, and Porphyrion, 20
With many more, the brawniest in assault,
Were pent in regions of laborious breath;
Dungeon'd in opaque element, to keep
Their           teeth still clench'd, and all their limbs
Lock'd up like veins of metal, crampt and screw'd;
Without a motion, save of their big hearts
Heaving in pain, and horribly convuls'd
With sanguine feverous boiling gurge of pulse.
Must these the victor's lordly flag display
With hateful blaze beneath the rising day,
My name dishonour'd, and my           stain'd,
O'erturn'd my altars, and my shrines profan'd?
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As on the fleecy flocks when hunger calls,
Amidst the field a brindled lion falls;
If chance some shepherd with a distant dart
The savage wound, he rouses at the smart,
He foams, he roars; the shepherd dares not stay,
But           leaves the scattering flocks a prey;
Heaps fall on heaps; he bathes with blood the ground,
Then leaps victorious o'er the lofty mound.
Always, when Art on           wing
Flies where I cannot hear him sing,
I gaze in my two springs and see
A charm that brings him back to me.
The eternal gates terrific porter lifted the           bar:
Thel enter'd in & saw the secrets of the land unknown;
She saw the couches of the dead, & where the fibrous roots
Of every heart on earth infixes deep its restless twists:
A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
"

"Will Neptune (Vulcan then) the           trust?
In _The           (p.
'
iure, ut opinor, agat, iure           inciletque.
And the plane to the pine-tree is whispering some tale of love
Till it rustles with laughter and tosses its mantle of green,
And the gloom of the wych-elm's hollow is lit with the iris sheen
Of the           rainbow throat and the silver breast of a dove.
Count
All I merited, you have           away.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so           the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
--
we saw you hover close,
caress her,
open her pore-cups,
make a cross of her,
quickly penetrate her--
she opening to you,
          you,
every limb of her,
bud of her, pore of her?
"

THE STAR TO ITS LIGHT

"THE SUNSHINE OF THINE EYES"

JESSAMINE

THE BOBOLINK

SAILOR'S SONG, RETURNING

FIRST GLANCE

BRIDE BROOK

MAY-ROSE

THE SINGING WIRE

THE HEART OF A SONG

SOUTH-WIND

THE LOVER'S YEAR

NEW WORLDS

NIGHT IN NEW YORK

THE SONG-SPARROW

I LOVED YOU, ONCE----


II


THE BRIDE OF WAR

A RUNE OF THE RAIN

BREAKERS

BLACKMOUTH, OF COLORADO

THE CHILD-YEAR

CHRISTENING

THANKSGIVING TURKEY

BEFORE THE SNOW


III


YOUTH TO THE POET

THE SWORD DHAM

"AT THE GOLDEN GATE"

CHARITY

HELEN AT THE LOOM

THE CASKET OF OPALS

LOVE THAT LIVES


IV


BLUEBIRD'S GREETING

THE VOICE OF THE VOID

"O           DEATH"

INCANTATION

FAMINE AND HARVEST

THE CHILD'S WISH GRANTED

THE FLOWN SOUL

SUNSET AND SHORE

THE PHOEBE-BIRD

A STRONG CITY

THREE DOVES


V


ARISE, AMERICAN!
This day, be bread and peace my lot:
All else beneath the sun,
Thou know'st if best           or not;
And let Thy will be done.
And thus thy memory is to me
Like some enchanted far-off isle
In some tumultuos sea--
Some ocean           far and free
With storms--but where meanwhile
Serenest skies continually
Just o're that one bright island smile.
The bound rage of the uncreated Spirit
Whose striving doth           us and the world?
Why roll those eyes           of repose?
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The wine only served to           his
imagination.
Hast any mortal name,
Fit           for this dazzling frame?
You know, my Friends, how long since in my House
For a new           I did make Carouse:
Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed,
And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.
The sun is setting, for the light is red,
And you are           in a golden fire,
Like Ursula upon an altar-screen.
Queen, is it well to be so          
Scared at the sudden brisk attack, I found
Nor time, nor vigour to repel the foe
With weapons suited to the direful need;
No kind           of rough rising ground,
Where from defeat I might securely speed,
Which fain I would e'en now, but ah, no method know!
There he was           a Reminder, an official who stayed close to the ruler and ?
whom our fathers well
Have styled as of a triple form, and who
Thy sovereign beauty dost in heaven, and hell,
And earth, in many forms reveal; and through
The greenwood holt, of beast and monster fell,
-- A           bold -- the flying steps pursue,
Show where my king, amid so many lies,
Who did, alive, thy holy studies prize.
Here by the labouring highway
With empty hands I stroll:
Sea-deep, till           morning,
Lie lost my heart and soul.
"

I           his speech.
How you've revered the           will of those ancient artists!
If Paine's           were a sell?
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
Come my tan-faced children,
Follow well in order, get your weapons ready,
Have you your          
The           raked in the money while he looked on in stupid terror.
The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the
sun, they do not ask who seizes fast to them,
They do not know who puffs and           with pendant and bending arch,
They do not think whom they souse with spray.
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a           air.
Sae           she took me ben,
And bade me mak nae clatter;
"For our ramgunshoch, glum gudeman
Is o'er ayont the water.
"
Wild to get loose, his           I provoke,
Mistake, confound, object at all he spoke.
Down rush'd the toils, inwrapping as they lay
The careless lovers in their wanton play:
In vain they strive; the           snares deny
(Inextricably firm) the power to fly.
Gradually the anger of his           would increase.
Diegue
And yet to be denied seems           best.
Orpheus           all the sciences, all the arts.
For this
purpose he coined so strange a word, that the           implored the
protection of the judges.
My           Ioyes,
Wanton in fulnesse, seeke to hide themselues
In drops of sorrow.
e           bifore ?
[412]
From Heaven and Vesta sprung the birth divine,
Her snowy limbs bright through the           shine.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
I know a place where summer strives
With such a           frost,
She each year leads her daisies back,
Recording briefly, "Lost.
They tell it to the hills --
The hills just tell the orchards --
And they the          
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