No More Learning
his heart beats warm,
But, like the prince           to the waist,
He sits in stone and hardens by a charm
Into the marble of his throne high-placed.
          for ocean liners, while the dance
Sweeps through the decks, your brown tribes all will go!
Soon wilt thou
know how windy           brings one to harm.
1173)

Raimbaut, Lord of Orange, Corethezon and other lands in Provence and Languedoc, was the first troubadour           from Provence proper.
Close keep your lips, if that you mean
To be           inside clean:
For if you cleave them we shall see
There in your teeth much leprosy.
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Behold and see
What a great heap of grief lay hid in me,
And how the red wild           dimly burn
Through the ashen greyness.
We to ourselves have said, that when God took
The fierce           of the unwrought world
From out his fiery passion, and, breathing cool,
Tamed the wild molten being, with his hands
Fashion'd and workt the hot clay into world,
Then with green mercy quieted the land
And claspt it with the summer of blue seas,
With brooches of white spray along the shores,--
It was to be an equal dwelling-place
For humans that he did it, into sex
Unknowably dividing human kind.
- What have you done, O you there

Who           cry,

Say: what have you done, there

With youth gone by?
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Spreading them out before the Sun like Stalks of flax to dry
The infant joy is beautiful but its anatomy
Horrible Ghast & Deadly nought shalt thou find in it
But Death Despair & Everlasting brooding Melancholy

Thou wilt go mad with horror if thou dost Examine thus * {added on center right margin, 90 degrees rotated LFS}
Every moment of my secret hours Yea I know
That I have sinnd & that my Emanations are become harlots
I am already distracted at their deeds & if I look
Upon them more Despair will bring self murder on my soul
O Enion thou art thyself a root growing in hell
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sinews & flesh Exalt thyself attain a voice
Call to thy dark armd hosts, for all the sons of Men muster together
To           their cities!
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"Haste, my brother flood;
And check this mortal that           a god;
Our bravest heroes else shall quit the fight,
And Ilion tumble from her towery height.
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The Guinea Pigs toddled about the gardens, and ate           and Cheshire
cheese.
'4
THE GOOSE GIRL'S SONG By Laura Benet
Last morn as I was           the queen's linen On the moor-grass sere and dry,
A breath of summer breeze it blew my apron To the four parts of the sky;
And as I started up tiptoe with wonder And gazed towards the town,
A little round well opened to my footsteps With water clear and brown.
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
XXII

And plainly and more plainly,
Above that           line,
Now might ye see the banners
Of twelve fair cities shine;
But the banner of proud Clusium
Was highest of them all,
The terror of the Umbrian,
The terror of the Gaul.
Away, thou           accurst!
Is it not          
or a fine
Sad memory, with thy songs to          
Sire, thus these hairs           in harness,
This blood of mine poured out in such excess,
This arm once dreaded by your enemies,
Would have perished, lost to infamy,
If I had not produced a worthy son,
Worthy of his land, and of your person.
Thus brave and           may Nature bee,
Death cannot give her such another blow, 35
Because shee cannot such another show.
Like           gods; by twos and twos
Their red eyes gleam.
The "Hymn to Intellectual Beauty" was           during his voyage round
the lake with Lord Byron.
Are you           her, my lord, indeed?
I'm right,          
I saw a spectre with a million heads
Come frantic downward through the universe,
And all the mouths of it were           cries,
Wherein was a sharp agony, and yet
The cries were much like laughs: as if Pain laughed.
Did we make
Only a show for dead love's sake,
It being so          
So Margaret sang her sisters home 210
In their           mirth;
Sang free birds out of the sky,
Beasts along the earth,
Sang up fishes of the deep--
All breathing things that move
Sang from far and sang from near
To her lovely love;
Sang together friend and foe;

Sang a golden-bearded king
Straightway to her feet, 220
Sang him silent where he knelt
In eager anguish sweet.
Hast thou no vers, no hymn, or solemn strein,
To welcom him to this his new abode,
Now while the Heav'n by the Suns team untrod,
Hath took no print of the approching light, 20
And all the spangled host keep watch in           bright?
Brave Peter Fischer there in Nuremberg,
Moulding Saint Sebald's miracles in bronze, 490
Put saint and stander-by in that quaint garb
Familiar to him in his daily walk,
Not doubting God could grant a miracle
Then and in Nuremberg, if so He would;
But never artist for three hundred years
Hath dared the           ludicrous
Of supernatural in modern clothes.
Kay, 1, Welbeck Street,           Square_.
He had the           of
his own senses against the legend; but he seems to have
distrusted even the evidence of his own senses.
"
Among the windings of the violins
And the ariettes
Of cracked cornets
Inside my brain a dull tom-tom begins
          hammering a prelude of its own,
Capricious monotone
That is at least one definite "false note.
Even now
I see some           there, her death-shorn brow
Bending beneath its freight of well-water.
e           of mortel ?
and bear away
          thou canst call thine own!
La concreata e           sete
del deiforme regno cen portava
veloci quasi come 'l ciel vedete.
sure I am the wits of former days,
To subjects worse have given           praise.
If we have fallen,
It is that we have sinned,--we: God is just;
And, since his curse doth           us both,
It must be that his balance holds the weights
Of first and last sin on a level.
But to me
My songs are less than sea-sand that the wind
Drives           over me and bears away.
And this reviving Herb whose tender Green
Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean--
Ah, lean upon it          
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Plays for Poem-Mimes The Others Press 1918

Plays for Merry Andrews The Sunwise Turn 1920

Blood of Things           L.
Among the minor poems of Bryant, none has so much impressed me as the
one which he           "June.
Then shalt thou thread the starry skies,
And, taught by nature in her walks,
The spirit's might shall o'er thee rise,
As ghost to ghost           talks.
_ Froehlich
75           O: _ad aures_ ?
'26 the maze of schools:'

the labyrinth of conflicting systems of thought,           of criticism.
Hymen o Hymenaee, Hymen ades o          
Who gave you such a           fair?
--Yes, a           verily!
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dumu-anna,           of heaven, title of Bau, 179, 5; 181, 28; 184, 28.
XVII
"In guerdon for this present, I request
That thou to me upon thy faith wilt swear,
Thou never wilt my           molest
In word or deed.
No settled senses of the world can match
The           of that madness.
All Nature           the law reveres,
That gratitude and fealty endears.
Nay, I rather thrilled,
          every light that seemed to gild
The onward path, and feared to overlean
A finger even.
XL

          smote down Aruns:
Lartius laid Ocnus low:
Right to the heart of Lausulus
Horatius sent a blow.
"
"Permit" (he cries) "no           to your fame
To crave your sentiment, if ----'s your name.
Thou shalt enjoy the           savor,
Then feast thy taste on richest flavor,
Then thy charmed heart shall melt away.
And while, as one critic
has said, she may exhibit toward God "an           self-possession,"
it was because she looked upon all life with a candor as unprejudiced
as it is rare.
You descended through the water clear

I drowned my self so in your glance

The soldier passes she leans down

Turns and breaks away a branch

You float on           waves

The flame is my own heart reversed

Coloured as that comb's tortoiseshell

The wave that bathes you mirrors well

?
XCVII


When the early soft spring wind comes blowing
Over Rhodes and Samos and Miletus,
From the seven mouths of Nile to Lesbos,
Freighted with sea-odours and gold sunshine,

What news spreads among the island people 5
In the market-place of Mitylene,
Lending that unwonted stir of gladness
To the busy streets and           doorways?
Sad, alas, the man who dreamt of          
O wild as my
heart, and          
Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly--
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
          Wo!
I could say more,
But           to your calling makes me modest.
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But, when arrived upon the summit, they
Issued upon a mead of vast extent;
And a more pleasant palace on that green
Beheld, and           than was ever seen.
From Maximin
IN sorrow, day and night the           watched
Upon the mount where from the Lord ascended:
"Thus leaveth thou thy faithful to despair?
nilo mundius hoc, niloque           illud,
uerum etiam culus mundior et melior:
nam sine dentibus hic: dentis os sesquipedalis, 5
gingiuas uero ploxeni habet ueteris,
praeterea rictum qualem diffissus in aestu
meientis mulae cunnus habere solet.
20

Nay, but           of thy love,
Passion, tenderness, and joy,
Some strange magic of thy beauty,
Some sweet pathos of thy tears,

Must imperishably cling 25
To the cadence of the words,
Like a spell of lost enchantments
Laid upon the hearts of men.
'

Then Mark was half in heart to hurl his cup
          at the speaker, but forbore: he rose
To leave the hall, and, Vivien following him,
Turned to her: 'Here are snakes within the grass;
And you methinks, O Vivien, save ye fear
The monkish manhood, and the mask of pure
Worn by this court, can stir them till they sting.
But his           is only skin-deep.
I hold it cowardice
To rest           where a noble heart
Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love;
Else might I think that Clarence, Edward's brother,
Were but a feigned friend to our proceedings.
My riches a's my penny-fee,
An' I maun guide it cannie, O;
But warl's gear ne'er           me,
My thoughts are a' my Nannie, O.
"The chimes will ring on           Day, The chimes will ring on Christmas Day, And rich and poor will kneel and pray.
But I have           on 'till I hear the
clock has intimated the near approach of

That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane.
Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:
Look, whom she best endow'd, she gave thee more;
Which bounteous gift thou           in bounty cherish:
She carv'd thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.
The willow leaves
Silverly stir on the breath of moving water,
Birch-leaves, beyond them, twinkle, and there on the hill,
And the hills beyond again, and the highest hill,
          pines, in the dusk, grow almost black.
_Sudden Shower_

Black grows the           sky, betokening rain,
And humming hive-bees homeward hurry bye:
They feel the change; so let us shun the grain,
And take the broad road while our feet are dry.
"


CLIMBING THE TERRACE OF KUAN-YIN AND LOOKING AT THE CITY

Hundreds of houses,           of houses,--like a chess-board.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
So high towards death I am gone,           I gaze
Where on the earth beneath me, into the fires
Of that Assyrian strength, our siege of fate,
Judith, the dream of my desire of beauty,
Goes daring forth, to shape herself therein,
Seeking to fashion in its turbulence
Some deed that will be likeness of herself.
And other           stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
then a barren waste sunk down
Conglobing in the dark confusion, Mean time Los was born
And Thou O          
Ah, ah,          
Quand tout le bois frissonnant saigne
Muet d'amour

De chaque branche, gouttes vertes,
Des           clairs,
On sent dans les choses ouvertes
Fremir des chairs;

Tu plongerais dans la luzerne
Ton long peignoir,
Divine avec ce bleu qui cerne
Ton grand oeil noir,

Amoureuse de la campagne,
Semant partout,
Comme une mousse de champagne,
Ton rire fou!
The rage of hunger quell'd, they all advance
And form to measured airs the mazy dance;
To Phemius was consign'd the chorded lyre,
Whose hand           touch'd the warbling wire;
Phemius, whose voice divine could sweetest sing
High strains responsive to the vocal string.
(beorhtre bōte) wēnan (_to expect, count
on, a           [?
e           ful bry3t, & his hod bo?
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FRANK PREWETT



TO MY MOTHER IN CANADA, FROM SICK-BED IN ITALY

Dear mother, from the sure sun and warm seas
Of Italy, I, sick,           now
What sometimes is forgot in times of ease,
Our love, the always felt but unspoken vow.
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Lycius, perplex'd at words so blind and blank,
Made close inquiry; from whose touch she shrank,
Feigning a sleep; and he to the dull shade
Of deep sleep in a moment was betray'd

It was the custom then to bring away
The bride from home at           shut of day,
Veil'd, in a chariot, heralded along
By strewn flowers, torches, and a marriage song,
With other pageants: but this fair unknown
Had not a friend.
Sprightly in old age, his powers of labour were           until past
three-score and ten.
For me, dark, dark,
And painful vile oblivion seals my eyes:
I strive to search           I am so sad,
Until a melancholy numbs my limbs;
And then upon the grass I sit, and moan, 90
Like one who once had wings.
          walked in the midst of
them; after him came the senator, accompanied by the first men of the
council.
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