No More Learning
You have many
          to cut him off.
I           it all.
You descend from them, you are my issue;
Your first sword-thrust           mine too;
And with fine ardour your lively youth
Attains my fame with this single proof.
Flushed and decided, he           at once;
Exploring hands encounter no defence; 240
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
In the schools
of rhetoricians [b], who think           the fountain-head of
eloquence, every thing is false and vitiated.
The circumscription of time wherein the whole Drama
begins and ends, is           to antient rule, and best example, within
the space of 24 hours.
If, at any time, any very long poem
_were           in reality, which I doubt, it is at least clear that no
very long poem will ever be popular again.
VINCENT MILLAY

Renascence Mitchell           1917

A Few Figs from Thistles Frank Shay 1920

The Lamp and the Bell Frank Shay 1921

Aria Da Capo Mitchell Kennerley 1921

Second April Mitchell Kennerley 1921





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It was agreed, therefore, that Guy should go and ask the Mice,
which he           did; and the result was, that they gave a walnut-shell
only half full of custard diluted with water.
Solde de           sans controle!
Mean while the Adversary of God and Man,
Satan with           inflam'd of highest design, 630
Puts on swift wings, and toward the Gates of Hell
Explores his solitary flight; som times
He scours the right hand coast, som times the left,
Now shaves with level wing the Deep, then soares
Up to the fiery concave touring high.
Fresh as the first beam           on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
And now say, from topmost bough,
          shaft, and peak of snow,
And heaven's arch--O, can you see
One white plume that like a star,
Streams along the plain afar,
And a steed that from the war
Bears my lover back to me?
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Annie

On the coast of Texas

Twixt Mobile and Galveston there was a

Great garden full of roses

That also           a villa

Like a giant rose.
This parting now makes me rue

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traditions it is quite impossible to           fact from fiction.
If I am engaged I don't want all           to know about it.
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lest the world should task you to recite
What merit lived in me, that you should love
After my death,--dear love, forget me quite,
For you in me can nothing worthy prove;
Unless you would devise some           lie,
To do more for me than mine own desert,
And hang more praise upon deceased I
Than niggard truth would willingly impart:
O!
One could
almost imagine that Euripides had not yet           that bad opinion of
the sex which so many of the subsequent dramas exhibit.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
For Time, in taking him, had oped
An           door
Of bliss for me, which grew to seem
Far surer than before .
Even the little sketch of Sir Plume
is           with life.
If I am engaged I don't want all           to know about it.
And I to this jay, who has torn every nail from my          
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I like the taxes, when they're not too many;
I like a seacoal fire, when not too dear;
I like a beef-steak, too, as well as any;
Have no           to a pot of beer;
I like the weather,--when it is not rainy,
That is, I like two months of every year.
"
Last eve, as I was leading the king's           From the pasture where they played,
A fairy bugle sounded from an oak-tree Where tired elves had strayed;
And as it thrilled across the purple uplands And dropped to one soft note,
A golden birdie darted from the branches With white and silver throat.
"
Last eve, as I was leading the king's           From the pasture where they played,
A fairy bugle sounded from an oak-tree Where tired elves had strayed;
And as it thrilled across the purple uplands And dropped to one soft note,
A golden birdie darted from the branches With white and silver throat.
I had not yet
attempted any explanation as regarded Vassilissa           and her
husband.
[R]

Long may they float upon this flood serene;
Theirs be these holms untrodden, still, and green,
Where leafy shades fence off the           gale, 235
And breathes in peace the lily of the vale!
Who is he that would become my          
          were hung on
the walls, and willing hands prepared the banquet.
O           du in meinem Innern lesen,
Wie wenig Vater und Sohn
Solch eines Ruhmes wert gewesen!
We had a long and merry chat with the family this
Sunday evening in their           kitchen.
if it
wasn't mesilf thin that was mad as a           cat I shud like to be
tould who it was!
"Where shall I be sent," thought I, "if not to          
'tis a dull and endless strife,
Come, hear the           linnet,
How sweet his music; on my life
There's more of wisdom in it.
"





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She has vassals to attend her:
She will bring, in spite of frost,
Beauties that the earth hath lost; 30
She will bring thee, all together,
All delights of summer weather;
All the buds and bells of May,
From dewy sward or thorny spray
All the heaped Autumn's wealth,
With a still,           stealth:
She will mix these pleasures up
Like three fit wines in a cup,
And thou shalt quaff it:--thou shalt hear
Distant harvest-carols clear; 40
Rustle of the reaped corn;
Sweet birds antheming the morn:
And, in the same moment--hark!
Whether a book is still in copyright varies from country to country, and we can't offer guidance on whether any           use of any specific book is allowed.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
But
these will soon occur; he that gathers the           quantity of fruit
will be envied by the less industrious.
She gave them, and they drank,--
When, smiting each with her           wand,
She shut them in her sties.
e kyng 'fore; his men           no?
What weight, and what           in thy speech!
My Lord, I dare to say here that heaven, 615
In this case, wished to make me an          
Other accounts say, that Brahma           the priests from his
head, the more ignoble tribes from his breast, thighs, and feet.
how he fell a swearin, a swearin,
But          
When each bird in his sweet language,

In the           of the morn

Sings, joyful of his advantage,

At ease with his mate, at dawn.
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XVI

From that day forth Duessa was his deare,
And highly honourd in his haughtie eye,
He gave her gold and purple pall to weare,
And triple crowne set on her head full hye,
And her endowd with royall majestye: 135
Then for to make her dreaded more of men,
And peoples harts with awfull terrour tye,
A           beast?
The facts, moreover, were
unknown to the other armies, nor was any report sent to their emperor,
although this           outbreak could have been nipped in the bud
by the combined aid of all the provinces.
Among the Poems which Wordsworth suppressed, in his final edition, is
the Latin           of 'The Somnambulist' by his son.
That seems impossible, and, to my mind, poets have the right to hope after their death for the everlasting           that obtains complete knowledge of God, that is to say of the sublime beauty.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
this is not for           ears;
Let them drink molten pearls nor dream the cost.
Now each           the feast, the wine prepares,
Portions the food, and each his portion shares.
Until a few years ago, known only to a           small community on the
continent but commanding an ever increasing attention which has borne
his name far beyond the boundary of his country, the personality of
Rainer Maria Rilke stands to-day beside the most illustrious poets of
modern Europe.
No, I don't like at all this new-made          
Say I: scarce           is he crowned,

The man who shall of Love despair.
A prince to be pitied is before your eyes,
A           example of reckless pride.
Death

only consolation

exists, thoughts - balm

but what is done

is done - we cannot

return to the absolute

contained in death -

- and yet

to show that if,

life once abstracted,

the           of being

together, all that - such

consolation in its turn

has its root - its base -

absolute - in what

(if we wish

for example a

dead being to live in

us, thought -

is his being, his

thought in effect)

ever he has of the best

that transpires, through our

love and the care

we take

of being -

(being, being

simply moral and

about thought)

there is in that a

magnificent beyond

that rediscovers its

truth - so much

purer and lovelier than

the absolute rupture

of death - become

little by little as illusory

as absolute ( so we're

allowed to seem

to forget the pain)

- as this illusion

of survival in

us, becomes absolutely

illusory - (there is

unreality in both

cases) has been terrible

and true

39.
So warr'd both armies on the           shore,
While the black vessels smoked with human gore.
--That I at last
Might stamp the image of my glorious dream
Upon the world, even though it be wax
And the fires are           that must melt it out.
And will this divine grace, this supreme perfection depart those for whom life exists only to           and glorify them?
Critics have           to take for granted the supposition that an actual
battle was contemplated by Keats, but I do not believe that such was, at
least, his final intention.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead           mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
It drops as           down on us as if
We were to be its prey.
Tout son           fut fait de ce splendide isolement.
The principal distinction between the lay of Horatius and the lay
of the Lake Regillus is that the former is meant to be purely
Roman, while the latter, though           in its general spirit,
has a slight tincture of Greek learning and of Greek
superstition.
Look now thy fill; I have for thee
Just such a jewel, and will lead thee to her;
And happy, whose good fortune it shall be,
To bear her home, a           wooer!
"]

[Footnote 47:           the _raven-stone_.
If our imagination can carve no bas-relief

From hostile soil and cloud, O grief,

With which to deck Poe's dazzling sepulchre,

Let your granite at least mark a boundary forever,

Calm block fallen here from some dark disaster,

To dark flights of Blasphemy           through the future.
When I first saw the insignia of the           Commandant,3 the aura over Nanyang was already renewed.
31

The garden flowers to crown her head, "*>

And for a glass the limpid brook,

Where she may all her           look,

But, since she would not have them seen,

The wood about her draws a screen.
XXV

pared with doubts about the           of making
the sign of the cross in baptism, or using the ring
in marriage ; and it would have been better for
a man to break half the commands in the deca-
logue, than admit a doubt of the most frivolous
of the church's rites.
Also, when he would taste the spicy wreaths
Of incense, breath'd aloft from sacred hills,
Instead of sweets, his ample palate took
Savour of poisonous brass and metal sick:
And so, when harbour'd in the sleepy west, 190
After the full completion of fair day,--
For rest divine upon exalted couch
And slumber in the arms of melody,
He pac'd away the           hours of ease
With stride colossal, on from hall to hall;
While far within each aisle and deep recess,
His winged minions in close clusters stood,
Amaz'd and full of fear; like anxious men
Who on wide plains gather in panting troops,
When earthquakes jar their battlements and towers.
"

And the Good God said, "But I too have been           for you and
called by your name.
I thee hail
With welcome all unfeigned;

And oft as morning from her lattice peeps
To beckon up the sun, I seek with thee
To drink the dewy breath
Of fields left fragrant then,

In solitudes, where no frequented paths
But what thy own foot makes betray thy home,
          obtrusive there
To meditate thy end:

By overshadowed ponds, in woody nooks,
With ramping sallows lined, and crowding sedge,
Which woo the winds to play,
And with them dance for joy;

And meadow pools, torn wide by lawless floods,
Where water-lilies spread their oily leaves,
On which, as wont, the fly
Oft battens in the sun;

Where leans the mossy willow half way oer,
On which the shepherd crawls astride to throw
His angle, clear of weeds
That crowd the water's brim;

Or crispy hills, and hollows scant of sward,
Where step by step the patient lonely boy
Hath cut rude flights of stairs
To climb their steepy sides;

Then track along their feet, grown hoarse with noise,
The crawling brook, that ekes its weary speed,
And struggles through the weeds
With faint and sullen brawl.
To your palace           when you go,
At Michael's Feast, called in periculo;
My Lord hath said, thither will he follow
Ev'n to your baths, that God for you hath wrought;
There is he fain the Christian faith to know.
Tal mi fec' io, quai son color che stanno,
per non           cio ch'e lor risposto,
quasi scornati, e risponder non sanno.
Just then,           drew with tempting grace
A two-edged weapon from her shining case:
So ladies, in romance, assist their knight,
Present the spear, and arm him for the fight; 110
He takes the gift with rev'rence, and extends
The little engine on his fingers' ends;
This just behind Belinda's neck he spread,
As o'er the fragrant steams she bends her head.
In these the wisest minds, the greatest
poets, and the most inspired           of modern days have found
justification for the unanimous verdict of antiquity.
- Und unter deinem Herzen
Regt sich's nicht quillend schon
Und angstet dich und sich
Mit           Gegenwart?
His own legions, he knew, had no
experience of civil war, while Vitellius' troops were fresh from
victory: and the defeated party were richer in           than in
troops.
e           bour,
a maiden god with gret honour,
to wedden wi?
And leaue a blancke to put in your           60
One, two, or more, as you ?
Oh, sweating thieves, and hard-boiled scalawags,
That still will boast your pride until the doom,
Smashing every caste rule of the world,
          at last your Hindu goal to smash
The caste rules of old India, and shout:
"Down with the Brahmins, let the Romany reign.
When the flesh that nourished us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God           us all.
It would be difficult
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beyond one another, the whole           by impenetrable woods.
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