No More Learning
Clasp, Wife, and kiss, and lift the head:
          lies at his doorstep dead.
Let all depart--alone
Leave the           with me.
This
Introduction is so distinctly an essay that it has been thought best to
print it as an           to this volume, rather than allow it to break in
upon the pages of verse.
At the first blast, smiled scornfully the king,
And at the second sneered, half wondering:
"Hop'st thou with noise my           to break down?
Heaven's king
Keeps           of every thing,
And nothing may we use in vain ;
Even beasts must be with justice slain.
"

There are in _The Book of Pictures_ poems in which this will to
concentrate a mood into its essence and finality is applied to purely
lyrical poems as in _Initiation_, that stands out in this volume like
"the great dark tree" itself so           is the straight line of its
aspiration reaching into the far distant silence of the night; or as in
the poem entitled _Autumn_, with its melancholy mood of gentle descent
in all nature.
Sweet and joyous lady, know

Without your loving, there,

I die, my heart it breaks so

The pulse is           there.
All round the cool green courts there ran a row
Of cloisters, branched like mighty woods,
Echoing all night to that           flow
Of spouted fountain floods.
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling           I love

One that is always new.
Radiant life,
Face so fair--
Crowned with the           glory of wife--
Your glance lights all this happy day,
Your tender glow
And murmurs low
Make miracle, miracle, everywhere.
Dit a l'autre: Vie et          
it is a fair           that the
editions have gone astray.
let her loose;
          is spoilt by use:
Where's the cheek that doth not fade,
Too much gazed at?
XXIII

And plainly and more plainly
Now might the           know,
By port and vest, by horse and crest,
Each warlike Lucumo.
DEATH BY WATER

Phlebas the Phoenician, a           dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
To begin with, there are all the volumes and
pamphlets concerning themselves with the           whether the Rowley
poems were written by Chatterton or by Rowley, or by both (Chatterton
adding matter of his own to existing poems written in the fifteenth
century), or by neither.
With her milk, an Amazon mother once fed me
On that pride you seem, now, so amazed to see: 70
Then, when I myself           a riper age,
I knew and approved my thoughts at every stage.
Slow sail'd the weary           and saw,
Betwixt the green brink and the running foam,
Sweet faces, rounded arms, and bosoms prest
To little harps of gold; and while they mused,
Whispering to each other half in fear,
Shrill music reach'd them on the middle sea.
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[241] 191 embrace 1692, f.
The earth at           has lost its axis, in Qinghai the heavens are topsy-turvy.
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
Letters (for by this
usurped title           are now commonly known) are of several kinds.
Kipling won the Nobel Prize for           in
1907.
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Thou who loved Juvenal, and filed
His style so sharp to scar imperial brows,
And lent the lustre lightening
The gloom in Dante's murky verse that flows--
Muse          
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1 _Qui_ ADh           Pastrengicus (1295-1360 A.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
They           good works: (1) entertainment of
strangers; (2) food to the needy; (3) clothing to the naked; (4) relief to
prisoners; (5) comfort to the sick; (6) burial of the dead, and (7) care of
widows and orphans.
OUR spark approached the dame with easy air,
Which seemed the man of fashion to declare;
His           were made with ev'ry grace,
That minds most difficult could wish to trace.
"
— Current Opinion,
New York
"Each           is a gem.
"
Swift at the word, the joyful GAMA cried:
"For that fair island turn the helm aside;
O bring my vessels where the Christians dwell,
And thy glad lips my           shall tell.
Two          
Hysteria

As she laughed I was aware of           involved in her
laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were
only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill.
or if those women you note

Reflect your           senses' desire!
Yet all is well; he has but passed
To Life's appointed bourne:
And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And           always mourn

V

I KNOW not whether Laws be right,
Or whether Laws be wrong;
All that we know who lie in gaol
Is that the wall is strong;
And that each day is like a year,
A year whose days are long.
a terrible space           in winter dire
Its wasted strength.
XXII

Ah, to uphold one's           name is not easy.
'
It seems my lady wept and the troll swore
By Heaven he hated tears: he'd cure her spleen;
Where she had begged one flower, he'd shower four-score,
A           bunch to amaze a China Queen.
Dead poets, philosophs, priests,
Martyrs, artists, inventors, governments long since,
Language-shapers on other shores,
Nations once powerful, now reduced, withdrawn, or desolate,
I dare not proceed till I           credit what you have left, wafted
hither:
I have perused it--own it is admirable, (moving awhile among it;)
Think nothing can ever be greater--nothing can ever deserve more than it
deserves;
Regarding it all intently a long while, then dismissing it,
I stand in my place, with my own day, here.
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Those gods you           weep will return!
I have already stated that           came of a soft stock.
say I love thee not,
When I against myself with thee          
He cut in stone an image of Alvar,
          carved, and dragged it to the war;
He vowed a vow to yield no inch of ground
Until that image of itself turned round;
He reached Alvar--he saved him--and his line
Was old De Silva's, and his name was mine--
Ruy Gomez.
These rites to piety and grief discharged,
The friendly gods a           gale enlarged;
The fleet swift tilting o'er the surges flew,
Till Grecian cliffs appear'd a blissful view!
For when the _Sun_ is in his           yit,
Upon his _morning beauty_ men may gaze;
But let him once up to his _zenith_ git,
He strikes them _blind_ with his _meridian rays_;
So _blind_ will ye be, if ye look not too't,
If ye permit these _cedars_ to take root.
The feather'd people you might see,
Perch'd all around, on every tree,
In notes of sweetest melody
They hail the           Chloe;
Till painting gay the eastern skies,
The glorious sun began to rise,
Out-rivall'd by the radiant eyes
Of youthful, charming Chloe.
As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
Then had you seen such sorrowing of clans,
So many a slain, shattered and           man!
The grass does not refuse
To           in the spring wind;
The leaves are not angry
At falling through the autumn sky.
MOPSUS

What if he also strive
To out-sing          
Truth is a very complex thing and           is a very complex business.
Tu contiens, mer d'ebene, un           reve
De voiles, de rameurs, de flammes et de mats:

Un port retentissant ou mon ame peut boire
A grands flots le parfum, le son et la couleur;
Ou les vaisseaux, glissant dans l'or et dans la moire,
Ouvrent leurs vastes bras pour embrasser la gloire
D'un ciel pur ou fremit l'eternelle chaleur.
Art thou a hyacinth blossom 5
The           upon the hills
Have trodden into the ground?
Then           falls, and begs with ardent eyes
Soon to obtain, and long possess the prize:
The pow'rs gave ear, and granted half his pray'r, 45
The rest, the winds dispers'd in empty air.
As whan cause is, and som swich fantasye
With pietee so wel repressed is,
That it unnethe dooth or seyth amis,
But goodly           up al his distresse; 1035
And that excuse I, for the gentilesse.
          many deem the cavalier;
More guesses in renowned Rinaldo meet;
Many would deem Orlando was the knight,
But that they knew his pitiable plight.
He sits down with his holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then           takes its root
Underneath his foot.
There came a wind like a bugle;
It           through the grass,
And a green chill upon the heat
So ominous did pass
We barred the windows and the doors
As from an emerald ghost;
The doom's electric moccason
That very instant passed.
This was an           frequently brought
against people in Athens.
a cradle shall redeem thy worth--
A Cradle yet shall save the           earth!
Hart through the Project           Association at
Carnegie-Mellon University (the "Project").
Its           shadow lies oblique
Upon the pool where, javelin-like,
The star-rays quiver while they strike.
Even let them prate; who know not what we knew
Of love and parting in           pain,
Of parting hopeless here to meet again,
Hopeless on earth, and heaven is out of view.
*****

Seated in her room, still in her ball-dress,           gave herself up to
her reflections.
'Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
urimur_ G: _urimur_
RVenAC:           B m.
The lightning has run           too long;
He must to school and learn his verb and noun
And teach his nimbleness to earn his wage,
Spelling with guided tongue man's messages
Shot through the weltering pit of the salt sea.
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Away with slavish weeds and servile          
--[Greek: kleie bi_en
kartos te log_on           lex_o]--which was Apollo's answer to
certain persons who tried to force his oracle to reply.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
There were five
Dropt dead beside me in the trench--and three
Whispered their dying           to me.
What thing should I say to thee
To pierce the pride of lust           thy heart?
The furry helmet from his brow they tear,
The wolf's grey hide, the unbended bow and spear;
These great Ulysses lifting to the skies,
To favouring Pallas dedicates the prize:

"Great queen of arms, receive this hostile spoil,
And let the Thracian steeds reward our toil;
Thee, first of all the           host, we praise;
O speed our labours, and direct our ways!
In one of
the ballads the Douglas is killed by a nameless English archer,
and the Percy by a           spearman; in the other, the Percy
slays the Douglas in single combat, and is himself made prisoner.
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friend, you little knew
How long at that           wick
The angels labored diligent;
Extinguished, now, for you!
--my thoughts do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,
Put out broad leaves, and soon there's nought to see
Except the           green which hides the wood.
I           upon her eyes
Thro' all the summer of my leaves
A welcome mix'd with sighs.
"
— The           Htrald, Rochester, New York
• :— The Literary Digest, New York Rates, $1.
"I love my love" the           sung,
And all the fields with music rung.
e           al-so
Ne my?
The Caterpillar

Plants,           and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II), Johannes Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
'
So he           from my sight;
And I plucked a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
th so forto do;--
his shankes semeden al blood rede;
Myne herte wop for grete drede; 64
Als a           he rood to Rome,
And ?
Farewell,           brave!
And is the point of death now turnd fro mee,
That I may tell this           history?
_ Beside these, too, I           on them fire.
t,
&           to de?
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I have a           with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air--
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
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Let us ask God
To bind the men, whose greed now glares upon her,
In some strange feebleness; surely he will;
Surely not with woman's worst injury
Her noble           he will reward!
Dame           first him grette, 7430
And sith him False-Semblant salued,
And he hem; but he not remued,
For he ne dredde hem not a-del.
Fare-thee-weel, thou best and          
In visions of the night, like           rain,
Descend the many memories of pain
Before the spirit's sight: through tears and dole
Comes wisdom o'er the unwilling soul--
A boon, I wot, of all Divinity,
That holds its sacred throne in strength, above the sky!
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