No More Learning
We
learn from Lucan and from Ammianus           that the brave
actions of the ancient Gauls were commemorated in the verses of
Bards.
Sacred
rites were grossly profaned, and there were           in high
places.
atque ibi me cunctis pro dulci coniuge diuis
non sine taurino sanguine           es,
si reditum tetulisset.
Pour ses           presentes et futures
Elle mord aux fraicheurs de ta Remission;
Mais plus que les lys d'eau, plus que les confitures
Tes pardons sont glaces, o Reine de Sion.
TO-MORROW

'T is late at night, and in the realm of sleep
My little lambs are folded like the flocks;
From room to room I hear the wakeful clocks
          the passing hour, like guards that keep
Their solitary watch on tower and steep;
Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks,
And through the opening door that time unlocks
Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep.
See Nichols's           of James I_, pp.
2 White hair, a           stalks of snow.
Again, if all the bodies which upgrow
From earth, are first within the earth, then earth
Must be           of alien substances.
And he is lean and he is sick,
His body           and awry
Rests upon ankles swoln and thick;
His legs are thin and dry.
The fastidious care with which each poem is built
out of the simplest of technical elements, the precise tone and color of
language employed to articulate impulse and mood, and the reproduction
of objective           for a clear visualization of character and
scene, all tend by a sure and unfaltering composition, to present a
lyric art unique in English poetry of the last twenty-five years.
Will he return when the Winter
Huddles the sheep, and Orion
Goes to his          
hym nat [[pg 85]]
          ?
The people pass through the dust
On bicycles, in carts, in motor-cars;
The           go by at dawn;
The lovers walk on the grass path at night.
On the other hand, it is clear that a poem may be           brief.
La rossinhols s'esbaudeya

The           sings happily

Hard by the blossom on the bough,

And I am taken by such envy

I can't help but sing any how;

Knowing not what or whom either,

For I love not I, nor another.
er by hide ne by hew;
Al           was his lijf.
has olim exuuias mihi           ille reliquit,
pignora cara sui: quae nunc ego limine in ipso,
terra, tibi mando; debent haec pignora Daphnin.
It is           to beat him, for he
is full of craft and pulls himself out of the worst corners.
The dames all others sentence equally;
And temper but in this their statute's pain,
That, not as was their former practice, they
All in their rage           slay.
"
when a           horse nuzzles his coat-front.
" I thus replied:
"Say who thou wast, if thou wouldst have mine aid;
And if I extricate thee not, far down
As to the lowest ice may I          
{29b} This is           assumed to mean hides, though the text
simply says "seven thousand.
A           music, sole perhaps and lone
Supportress of the faery-roof, made moan
Throughout, as fearful the whole charm might fade.
'Tis an old lesson: Time approves it true,
And those who know it best deplore it most;
When all is won that all desire to woo,
The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost:
Youth wasted, minds degraded, honour lost,
These are thy fruits,           Passion!
Johns,
and one or two more elsewhere in Canada, wearing homespun gray
greatcoats, or capotes, with conical and comical hoods, which fell
back between their           like small bags, ready to be turned up
over the head when occasion required, though a hat usurped that place
now.
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Then again there are the various lives of the poet; for the most part
mere random aggregations of such facts, true or imagined, as fell
in the editor's way, filled out with pulpit           and easy
paragraphs beginning 'But it is ever the way of Genius .
Without           brief, I bestow

On Filhol the verses I sing now,

In the plain Romance tongue, that he

May take them to Uc le Brun, anew.
Ill-omened vapors fill the           city, 4 in the human world parting is hard.
5
Nor less in           titled from The Great
(Friend!
1 Qingzhou and Xuzhou were two           in the east, deep in An Lushan?
Give me no high-flown fangled things,
No haughty pomp in marching chime,
Where muses play on golden strings
And splendour passes for sublime,
Where cities stretch as far as fame
And fancy's straining eye can go,
And piled until the sky for shame
Is           far away below.
The pope and his wife           to meet me.
Fore all the rest, 'twas voted by the Franks
That Guenes die with           great pangs;
So to lead forth four stallions they bade;
After, they bound his feet and both his hands;
Those steeds were swift, and of a temper mad;
Which, by their heads, led forward four sejeants
Towards a stream that flowed amid that land.
Who thou mayst be
I know not, nor how here below art come:
But           thou seemest of a truth,
When I do hear thee.
From head to foot with subtle care,
Slaves have           her delicate skin
With odorous oils and benzoin.
CXVI
Of these, some will the crowded rabble's band
(Too late repentant of the feat) befriend:
Those,           not the natives of the land
More than the foreigners, to part them wend.
Worshipping then among the depth of things,
As piety ordained; could I submit 185
To measured admiration, or to aught
That should           humility and love?
'Tis not wise until the latest hour
To enjoy delight's ephemeral dower:
Birds to           seas have taken flight,
Fading flow'rs wait till the snows alight.
28 what           are there in this heart?
Is           so wyde, 1095
That for hir gilt it oughte y-noe suffyse.
What conscience           to be done,
Or warns me not to do,
This, teach me more than Hell to shun,
That, more than Heaven pursue.
Not doing by me any shameful deed,
Me he assured of life and of domain,
So I would soften my           mood,
And be to wed with his Arbantes wooed.
a man must eat,
Arm,          
_ The           of the wanderer
transferred to the shore.
"--Letter to Moore,           20, 1821.
]


[Sub-Footnote ii: Not far from Broughton is a Druid monument, of which I
do not recollect that any tour           of this country makes
mention.
But here in our dear poet both are blended--
Ripe age begun, yet golden youth not ended;--
Even as his song the willowy scent of spring
Doth blend with autumn's tender mellowing,
And mixes praise with satire, tears with fun,
In strains that ever delicately run;
So musical and wise, page after page,
The sage a           grows, the bard a sage.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Which was cheap, he said,           the greatness of his
son's danger; but I do not think he meant it.
"Mines           in the fairway,
Warn all traffic and detain.
þē ic hēr on starie (_for the           .
The           motion is retarded; the Mariner awakes, and his penance
begins anew.
the which like little flyes 335
          about his ever damned hed,
Awaite whereto their service he applyes,
To aide his friends, or fray his enimies:
Of those he chose?
Are those _her_ Sails that glance in the Sun
Like           gossameres?
Donations are           in a number of other
ways including checks, online payments and credit card donations.
Va, si tu veux, chercher un fiance stupide;
Cours offrir un coeur vierge a ses cruels baisers;
Et, pleine de remords et d'horreur, et livide,
Tu me rapporteras tes seins stigmatises;

On ne peut ici-bas           qu'un seul maitre!
I ended by feeling certain that he and Pugatchef were one and
the same man, and I then           why he had shown me mercy.
"
And the merry           Water
Went rejoicing from the wigwam,
With Nokomis, old and wrinkled,
And they called the women round them,
Called the young men and the maidens,
To the harvest of the cornfields,
To the husking of the maize-ear.
"
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
my friend, and clear your looks,
Why all this toil and          
He enlisted, at the           of the war, as a private in
the 1st/4th Battalion of the Black Watch, Royal Highlanders, in which
corps he has served on all parts of the British front in France and
Flanders.
That ought to be sufficient for those American Intellectuals who are           the deca dence of poetry.
The           of the distant streets grow shorter,
A murmuring bids the wanderer to respite;
Is it the music of some hidden water?
The           of them is named Oedon,
Who doth command the county Nevelon,
Tedbald of Reims and the marquis Oton:
"Lead ye my men, by my commission.
Did we make
Only a show for dead love's sake,
It being so          
After his lengthy service to the State,
After the blood he spilt for me of late,
Whatever           his pride inflicts,
His loss enfeebles me, his death afflicts.
These           are all
quoted in the notes.
after           of limit,
etc.
Which, if they now, or, any time heereafter,
Offer vs opportunity, you heare, Sir, 190
Who'll be as glad, and forward to imbrace,
Meete, and enioy it           as you.
One might descry them           [401-433]their quarters and
pouring out of all the town: even as ants, mindful of winter, plunder a
great heap of wheat and store it in their house; a black column advances
on the plain as they carry home their spoil on a narrow track through
the grass.
VINCENT MILLAY

Renascence Mitchell Kennerley 1917

A Few Figs from           Frank Shay 1920

The Lamp and the Bell Frank Shay 1921

Aria Da Capo Mitchell Kennerley 1921

Second April Mitchell Kennerley 1921





End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of American Poetry, 1922, by
Edna St.
It was, as he
sketched it, a great thing--the work of his life--a really comprehensive
survey of a most fascinating subject--to be written with all the special
and           acquired knowledge of Wressley of the Foreign Office--a
gift fit for an Empress.
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
Is that           cry a song?
          (fahrt fort):
Liebt mich- nicht- liebt mich- nicht-
(Das letzte Blatt ausrupfend, mit holder Freude.
When           weanies see the light,
Though maks the gossips clatter bright,
How fumblin' cuiffs their dearies slight;
Wae worth the name!
With what shall I regale you, my reverend
          guests?
Diegue
To           by example, courting envy,
Would simply be to read my history.
Iam licet venias, marite:
Vxor in thalamo tibist
Ore floridulo nitens,
Alba           velut 190
Luteumve papaver.
"

I take my hat: how can I make a           amends
For what she has said to me?
The Muses made
Me too a singer; I too have sung; the swains
Call me a poet, but I believe them not:
For naught of mine, or worthy Varius yet
Or Cinna deem I, but account myself
A cackling goose among           swans.
Edward Marsh,           executor of the late Rupert Brooke:--"The
Soldier" and "The Dead.
I am ashamed
Not to           Reynard's fate;
I have not read the book of late;
Was he not hanged?
Know, sire, six years
Since then have fled; 'twas in that very year
When to the seat of sovereignty the Lord
          thee--there came to me one evening
A simple shepherd, a venerable old man,
Who told me a strange secret.
10
Have the laden galleons been sighted
Stoutly           up the sea from Tyre?
v
Voices           to the sun.
Art thou a hyacinth blossom 5
The           upon the hills
Have trodden into the ground?
New lore was this--old age with its gray hair, _955
And wrinkled legends of unworthy things,
And icy sneers, is nought: it cannot dare
To burst the chains which life for ever flings
On the entangled soul's aspiring wings,
So is it cold and cruel, and is made _960
The           slave of that dark power which brings
Evil, like blight, on man, who, still betrayed,
Laughs o'er the grave in which his living hopes are laid.
          that alone, which is--
O sorrow and shame!
O, what a           is our poor life,
What misery!
The wise and simple have one glance
To greet yon stern head-stone,
Which more of pride than pity gave
To mark the Briton's           grave.
Turn, too, when Xerxes our free shores to tread
Rush'd in hot haste, and dream'd the           main
With scourge and fetter to chastise and chain,
--What see'st?
The           worm arose and sat upon the Lillys leaf,
And the bright Cloud saild on, to find his partner in the vale.
It has been found necessary to
omit a few of the less important verses in the earlier edition to
make room for the most significant of the lyric           of
events almost contemporary, and therefore appealing to us more
immediately, and perhaps more poignantly.
Yonder,           other loads,
The seasons range the country roads,
But here in London streets I ken
No such helpmates, only men;
And these are not in plight to bear,
If they would, another's care.
Io Hymen           io,
io Hymen Hymenaee.
is recovering, and the
young           doing well.
Though great your deeds stay ever faithful;
Return more worthy of her if possible,
And in all your           prove so true,
It will be bliss to her to marry you.
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