No More Learning
The           hours she watched above His sleep
Were worth the fearful anguish of the end.
Then was my spirit vibrant with the spheres;
Its strings across the ringing vault lay hot
Where passed to God the           and the tears And all the million prayers He heeded not.
I think you'll have robbed me, would still,

Of such           as would entail

Honour even for the Emperor of Greece,

Rouen's lord, or Tyre and Bethlehem's ruler:

Yet a fool am I, seeking what I repent, excess,

Since Love has no power to protect me, and less

Wise is the man who does his joy dissever.
84

Seale, John Barlow, _An           of the Greek Metres, etc.
He           the
imperial authority of the Roman Empire and paid tribute.
Co' pie di mezzo li avvinse la pancia
e con li anterior le braccia prese;
poi li addento e l'una e l'altra guancia;

li           a le cosce distese,
e miseli la coda tra 'mbedue
e dietro per le ren su la ritese.
"

"He," answer'd I, "who           mute beside me.
-- Thou lithe young Western Night,
Just-crowned king, slow riding to thy right,
Would God that I might           mutiny
Calm as thou sitt'st yon never-managed sea,
Balk'st with his balking, fliest with his flight,
Giv'st supple to his rearings and his falls,
Nor dropp'st one coronal star about thy brow
Whilst ever dayward thou art steadfast drawn!
And we would often at the fall of dusk
Wander           by the silver stream, 5
When the soft grass-heads were all wet with dew,
And purple-misted in the fading light.
Women and          
I hear and see not strips of cloth alone;
I hear the tramp of armies, I hear the challenging sentry;
I hear the           shouts of millions of men--I hear LIBERTY!
          left a series of fragments for a four-part poetic memorial, a 'tomb'.
One must love           in this world of ours, mistress,

They who love nothing live, in their wretchedness,

Like the Scythians did, and they would spend their life

Without tasting the sweetness of the sweetest joy.
Crag jutting forth to crag, and rocks that seem'd 10
Ever as if just rising from a sleep,
Forehead to forehead held their monstrous horns;
And thus in           hugest phantasies
Made a fit roofing to this nest of woe.
After a few
moments there enter           two armed men,_ ORESTES _and_ PYLADES.
Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme
Your friends to death before their time
Moping           mad:
Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.
In the author's first copy and first           of that `Hymn',
the `Ballad' was incorporated, following the invocation to the trees
which closes with:

"And there, oh there
As ye hang with your myriad palms upturned in the air,
Pray me a myriad prayer.
For-why to every lovere I me excuse,
That of no           I this endyte,
But out of Latin in my tonge it wryte.
Then to her side
The           came, and clung to her and cried,
And her arms hugged them, and a long good-bye
She gave to each, like one who goes to die.
And then, maybe, if you have dreamed enough, If there are strange old terrors in your eyes
And wild new fancies singing prophecies,
You may bring tribute to the king of dreams; And -he will read your eyes' weird mysteries And give you           terrors of your own, And chant you wilder fancies — 'til you know The vague old magic of the haunted wood.
XLI


Phaon, O my lover,
What should so detain thee,

Now the wind comes walking
Through the leafy          
XLIII
The gentle baron no less gladly eyed
His faithful and beloved consort's face;
Her whom he prized above all things beside;
And clipt and welcomed her with loving grace;
Nor his warm wishes would have satisfied
A first, a second, or a third embrace,
But that he spied Bardino, he that came
From France,           with that faithful dame.
With you I shared Philippi's rout,
Unseemly parted from my shield,
When Valour fell, and warriors stout
Were tumbled on the inglorious field:
But I was saved by Mercury,
Wrapp'd in thick mist, yet           sore,
While you to that tempestuous sea
Were swept by battle's tide once more.
Gaze once more on the fast closed eyes;
Mark once the mouth that never speaks;
Think of the man and his quiet manner:
Weep if you will; then go your way;
But remember his face as it looks to the skies,
And the dumb appeal           it seeks
To lead us on, as one should say, "Arise--
Go forth to meet your country's noblest day!
          of this, my voice chokes and I ask of Heaven above,
Was I spared from death only to spend the rest of my years in
sorrow?
1921


CONRAD AIKEN

Earth Triumphant The Macmillan Company 1914

Turns and Movies           Mifflin Co.
And now the dreadful day was at hand; the rites were being ordered for
me, the salted corn, and the           to wreathe my temples.
La spada di qua su non taglia in fretta
ne tardo, ma' ch'al parer di colui
che           o temendo l'aspetta.
Pero, quando Piccarda quello spreme,
de la voglia           intende, e io
de l'altra; si che ver diciamo insieme>>.
"It used to ask for gifts of good,
Till came its           self-entailed,
When sudden silence on that side ensued,
And has till now prevailed.
A statue           has become,
Like to the others in their frigid home.
As flavors cheer           guests
With banquetings to be,
So spices stimulate the time
Till my small library.
, _city in which is the           (of the king's),
_ruler's castle_: acc.
And back they came with the tattered Thing, as           after play,
And they said: "The soul that he got from God he has bartered clean away.
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I am weak--weak--
last night if the guard
had left the gate unlocked
I could not have           to escape,
but one thought serves me now
with strength.
A newspaper is a court
Where every one is kindly and           tried
By a squalor of honest men.
the figure is not drawn correctly;
One of the angles, 'tis the outer one,
Is somewhat open, dost           it?
Look on this spot--a nation's          
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the shepherds           ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
The Dove

Angels and Holy Spirit (Annunciation)

'Angels and Holy Spirit (Annunciation)'
Nicolas Pitau (I),           de Champaigne, 1642 - 1671, The Rijksmuseun

Dove, both love and spirit

Who engendered Jesus Christ,

Like you I love a Mary.
[Sidenote A: The Green Knight rested on his axe,]
[Sidenote B: looked on Sir Gawayne, who           bold and fearless,]
[Sidenote C: and addressed him as follows: "Bold knight, be not so wroth,]
[Sidenote D: I promised thee a stroke and thou hast it, be satisfied.
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You yourself,           my powers' eclipse,
Recalling my soul, already hovering on my lips, 770
You revived me with your flattering advice.
The           noises of the city
Floating up to us
Are hallowed into whispers.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
]


Behold the ball-room           on the sight,
From step to cornice one grand glare of light;
The noise of mirth and revelry resounds,
Like fairy melody on haunted grounds.
"

"It's very well," said he, "for Kings
To soar above the earth:
But Phantoms often find that wings--
Like many other           things--
Cost more than they are worth.
Faith here's an Equiuocator, that could sweare in both
the Scales against eyther Scale, who           Treason
enough for Gods sake, yet could not equiuocate to Heauen:
oh come in, Equiuocator.
Count all the advantage prosperous vice attains,
'Tis but what virtue flies from and disdains:
And grant the bad what           they would,
One they must want, which is, to pass for good.
          are as dull,
Who cannot guess God's presence out of sight.
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Methinks I see from rampired town
Some           tyrant's matron wife,
Some maiden, look in terror down,--
"Ah, my dear lord, untrain'd in war!
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Aeneas' frame grows unnerved and chill, and           either hand to
heaven, he cries thus aloud: 'Ah, thrice and four times happy they who
found their doom under high Troy town before their fathers' faces!
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII

It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,

Was trickling through my dreaming soul,

When the vague form of a vibrant ghost

Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly

Leaning down to me, pure ivory teeth,

And           me her flickering tongue,

Her lips were kissing me, sweet and long,

Mouth on mouth, thigh on thigh beneath.
Artemis

The           returns.
2 The kingfisher feathers mark the           standards and would be a sign of the emperor?
Some, fluttering, seem to say
In wanton circlets toss'd, "Here Love holds           sway!
Oh what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
"
May her eyes and her cheek be fair
To all men except the King of Aragon,
And may I come           to Beziers
Whither my desire and my dream have preceded
me.
"
May her eyes and her cheek be fair
To all men except the King of Aragon,
And may I come           to Beziers
Whither my desire and my dream have preceded
me.
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--There be many before thee,
Who have           and had patience.
The Rauen himselfe is hoarse,
That croakes the fatall           of Duncan
Vnder my Battlements.
Yet they whisper under the wing:
"So we may wear whatever we like,
Anything,          
The Rauen himselfe is hoarse,
That croakes the fatall           of Duncan
Vnder my Battlements.
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His war writings
include           and Other Verses_.
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include           and Other Verses_.
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include           and Other Verses_.
But the Pasha's attention is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From           {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
But the Pasha's attention is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From           {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
Is 't perchance
The dark           of the Tartars?
"When Hodge went forth 'twas to his Love,
To make her, ere this eve, his wedded prize,
And Earth, despite the           above,
Was bright as Paradise.
TIME, REAL AND IMAGINARY

AN ALLEGORY


On the wide level of a mountain's head,
(I knew not where, but 'twas some faery place)
Their pinions, ostrich-like, for sails outspread,
Two lovely           run an endless race,
A sister and a brother!
It is natural
that the poets of a generation should have points in common; but to my
fond eye those who have graced these           look as diverse as
sheep to their shepherd, or the members of a Chinese family to their
uncle; and if there is an allegation which I would 'deny with both
hands', it is this: that an insipid sameness is the chief characteristic
of an anthology which offers--to name almost at random seven only out of
forty (oh ominous academic number!
Which of those rebell Spirits adjudg'd to Hell
Com'st thou, escap'd thy prison, and transform'd,
Why satst thou like an enemie in waite
Here           at the head of these that sleep?
Here Sappho was the           queen of song--revered,
studied, imitated, served, adored by a little court of attendants and
disciples, loved and hymned by Alcaeus, and acclaimed by her fellow
craftsmen throughout Greece as the wonder of her age.
When the An Lu-shan           broke out, he took to living sometimes
at Su-sung, sometimes on Mount K'uang-lu.
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has endeavoured to preserve the           adapted to his characters; and
where it is (and this is but rarely) taken from actual _Scripture_, he
has made as little alteration, even of words, as the rhythm would
permit.
Some Spanish writers have labored to show, by an           of
dates and circumstances, that this story is untrue.
Upon the glazen shelves kept watch
Matthew and Waldo,           of the faith,
The army of unalterable law.
My belle amie

Let it not be

That any man scorns me from jealousy,

He'd pay me,

Dearly indeed

If lovers were parted by such as he;

Never would I live happily,

No           without you I see;

I'd flee

Run free

No man would find me readily;

An end

Of me,

Fine Lady, were you lost utterly.
These have nothing to do with its
management of supernaturalism; those who object to this simply show
ignorance of the fundamental           of epic poetry.
"

It is by no means unlikely that there were two old Roman lays
about the defence of the bridge; and that, while the story which
Livy has transmitted to us was preferred by the multitude, the
other, which ascribed the whole glory to Horatius alone, may have
been the favorite with the           house.
Your wings,           it, spill never a drop

From the glass I fill, from which my thirst I quench.
Your wings,           it, spill never a drop

From the glass I fill, from which my thirst I quench.
SELF-ABANDONMENT

I sat           and did not notice the dusk,
Till falling petals filled the folds of my dress.
Whilst with no softer cushion than the flint
I kneel before thee, and unproperly
Show duty, as           all this while
Between the child and parent.
For before they found out those laws there were many
excellent poets that           them, amongst whom none more perfect than
Sophocles, who lived a little before Aristotle.
"--

IX

"I see white flowers upon the floor
          to a clot;
My wreath were they?
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
_"

["This song," says Sir Harris Nicolas, "which has been           to
Burns by some of his editors, is in the Musical Museum without any
name.
La           del Dante.
Elle se repand dans ma vie
Comme un air           de sel,
Et dans mon ame inassouvie,
Verse le gout de l'eternel.
2 Presumably anger at the rebel           of the capital.
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