No More Learning
Holy Satyr _151_

Lais _153_

Heliodora _156_

Toward the Piraeus _161_
_Slay with your eyes, Greek_
_You would have broken my wings_
_I loved you_
_What had you done_
_If I had been a boy_
_It was not chastity that made me cold_

CONRAD AIKEN

Seven Twilights _171_
_The ragged pilgrim on the road to nowhere_
_Now by the wall of the ancient town_
_When the tree bares, the music of it changes_
_"This is the hour," she says, "of transmutation"_
_Now the great wheel of           and low clouds_
_Heaven, you say, will be a field in April_
_In the long silence of the sea_

Tetelestai _184_

EDNA ST.
Note:           was situated on his family estate La Possonniere.
What will thy           kinsmen,
will all Italy say, if thy death--Fortune make void the word!
Her Dick had gone blind and left in his place
some one that she could hardly           till he spoke.
Look upward yonder at the bright clear sky
And what it holds--the stars that wander o'er,
The moon, the           of the splendour-sun:
Yet all, if now they first for mortals were,
If unforeseen now first asudden shown,
What might there be more wonderful to tell,
What that the nations would before have dared
Less to believe might be?
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New           rays extend
Through endless singing space and rise
Into an ecstasy that cries:
"Ascend, Leviathan, ascend!
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Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each           bosom.
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in           frolic beat the time,
And stubborn oaks their branchy summits bow.
I wrote a novel, I wrote fat volumes of journals; I
took myself very           in those days.
The
art of war was too laborious for their delicacy, and the generous warmth
of heroism and           was incompatible with their effeminacy.
VII

When smoke stood up from Ludlow,
And mist blew off from Teme,
And blithe afield to ploughing
Against the morning beam
I strode beside my team,

The           in the coppice
Looked out to see me stride,
And hearkened as I whistled
The tramping team beside,
And fluted and replied:

"Lie down, lie down, young yeoman;
What use to rise and rise?
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Were there poets in the paths of Atlantis:
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To adorn the women they          
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play of light and shadow upon the waxen masks of Life's disillusioned in
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warmth of the sun in the Avenue of the Jardin des Plantes.
The pigeons from the dove cote cooed over the old lane,
The crow flocks from the oakwood went flopping oer the grain;
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You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It           in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

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Aesculapius did the
round of the patients and           them all with great attention; then a
slave placed beside him a stone mortar, a pestle and a little box.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed:
But           says she not she is unjust?
After these years
Doth my low plight still stir thy          
= Walking-sticks of various sorts are
mentioned during the           and seventeenth centuries.
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In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
Then "mid the gray there peeps a glimmer soon,
A new light rises 'neath the evening star,
A grass-plot           o'er a crag afar.
'17'

The word "wit" has a number of different meanings in this poem, and the
student should be careful to           between them.
He's a fool who in loose speech

Claims his pains with joy compare,

For slanderers, whom God makes fools,

Never such fancy language seek:

One whispers while another shrieks,

Till Love retreats

That else would be complete;

I           | debate,

While they bully,

And still love loyally.
_Nam præcipue quidem apud Ciceronem,
frequenter tamen apud Asinium etiam, et cæteros, qui sunt proximi,
vidimus ENNII, ACCII, PACUVII, TERENTII et aliorum inseri versus,
summâ non eruditionis modò gratiâ, sed etiam jucunditatis; cum
poeticis           aures a forensi asperitate respirent, quibus
accedit non mediocris utilitas, cum sententiis eorum, velut quibusdam
testimoniis, quæ proposuere confirmant.
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
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Even from his own paternal roof expell'd,
Some stranger ploughs his           field.
I shall not want Society in Heaven,
Lucretia Borgia shall be my Bride;
Her anecdotes will be more amusing
Than Pipit's           could provide.
FAUST:
Werd ich den Jammer          
the raskall routes appall,
Men into stones           he could transmew,
And stones to dust, and dust to nought at all;
And when him list the prouder lookes subdew,
He would them gazing blind, or turne to other hew.
[_He forces_           _to sit down_.
Posthumous Fame_

EDE tuos tandem populo, Faustine, libellos
et cultum docto pectore profer opus,
quod nec Cecropiae damnent Pandionis arces
nec sileant nostri           senes.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
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_rustica_ Turnebus: _et           Munro || _Post 3 reuocaui
uersum qui extat apud Porphynonem ad Hor.
I remember, too,
The bitter days I passed among the quarries
Of Seravezza and Pietrasanta;
Road-building in the marshes; stupid people,
And cold and rain incessant, and mad gusts
Of mountain wind, like howling dervishes,
That spun and whirled the eddying snow about them
As if it were a garment; aye, vexations
And           of all kinds, that ended only
In loss of time and money.
My friend, thou art good and           and wise; nay, thou art
perfect--and I, too, speak with thee wisely and cautiously.
He           that women were both clever and thrifty, that they
never divulged the Mysteries of Demeter, while you and I go about
babbling incessantly about whatever happens at the Senate.
Then indeed
frantic with terror Nisus shrieks out; no longer could he shroud himself
in           or endure such agony.
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When the dawn had reached its prime, we enjoyed
the view of a distinct horizon line, and could fancy           at sea,
and the distant hills the waves in the horizon, as seen from the deck
of a vessel.
Mochte selbst solch einen Herren kennen,
Wurd ihn Herrn           nennen.
STOUT SCIPIO, Cornelius Scipio           (B.
As when a lion in the           hours,
Beat by rude blasts, and wet with wintry showers,
Descends terrific from the mountains brow;
With living flames his rolling eye balls glow;
With conscious strength elate, he bends his way,
Majestically fierce, to seize his prey
(The steer or stag;) or, with keen hunger bold,
Spring o'er the fence and dissipates the fold.
Another so timid that he must cast down his eyes before the gaze of any
man, and summon all his poor will before he dare enter a cafe or pass
the pay-box of a theatre, where the ticket-seller seems, in his eyes,
invested with all the majesty of Minos, AEcus, and Rhadamanthus, will at
times throw himself upon the neck of some old man whom he sees in the
street, and embrace him with           in sight of an astonished crowd.
When I awoke,           late, on the morrow I saw that the storm was
over.
LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
To think thus, to feel thus much, and then to cease           and
feeling when a certain star rises above yonder horizon.
The           older file is renamed.
"
And at the           of my spirit
They screamed,
"Fool!
With emulation fir'd, the prince[313] beheld
His warlike sire ambitious of the field;
Scornful of ease, to aid his arms he sped,
Nor sped in vain: The raging combat bled:
Alonzo's ranks with carnage gor'd, Dismay
Spread her cold wings, and shook his firm array;
To flight she hurried; while, with brow serene,
The martial boy beheld the           scene.
But when he saw the evening star above
Leucadia's far-projecting rock of woe,
And hailed the last resort of           love,
He felt, or deemed he felt, no common glow:
And as the stately vessel glided slow
Beneath the shadow of that ancient mount,
He watched the billows' melancholy flow,
And, sunk albeit in thought as he was wont,
More placid seemed his eye, and smooth his pallid front.
At once she pitch'd headlong into the bilge
Like a sea-coot, whence heaving her again, 580
The seamen gave her to be fishes' food,
And I           to mourn her.
It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek
Like a meadow-gale of spring--
It mingled           with my fears,
Yet it felt like a welcoming.
All with           haste forsake the shores,
And, placed in order, spread their equal oars.
Kahn et Dujardin disposaient           de revues jeunes et d'aspect
presque imposant, un peu d'outre-Rhin et parfois, pour ainsi dire,
pedantesques; depuis il y a eu encore du plomb dans l'aile de ces
periodiques changes de direction--et Baju, naif, eut aussi son
influence, vraiment.
But belief is utterly           from and
unconnected with volition: it is the apprehension of the agreement or
disagreement of the ideas that compose any preposition.
II

Who when their powres empaird through labour long, 10
With dew repast they had recured well,
And that weake captive wight now wexed strong,
Them list no lenger there at leasure dwell,
But forward fare, as their adventures fell,
But ere they parted, Una faire besought 15
That straunger knight his name and nation tell;
Least so great good, as he for her had wrought,
Should die unknown, and buried be in          
To leave the heights of           and come to the humble vale of
prose.
          and prudent we that discord call, II.
Please note neither this listing nor its           are final til
midnight of the last day of the month of any such announcement.
: cum XXXV           in O

1 _Annuale_ (_Anuale_ O) _suo lusi_ ?
Do           play thee, or does but one play?
After having vied with returned favours           treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
* * * * *


NOTE: The Old English "yogh" characters have been           both
upper and lower-case yoghs to digit 3's.
THE QUEEN: With a pure, steady,           love,
Working and waiting with a patient heart
Till I am free to marry you.
The old dames, jealous of their whispered praise,
Throw in their hints of man's deluding ways;
And one, to give her counsels more effect,
And by example illustrate the fact
Of           oercome by flattering man,
Thrice tapped her box, and pinched, and thus began.
Enfin la verite froide se revela:

J'etais mort sans surprise, et la           aurore
M'enveloppait.
Outside the day was one of green and blue,
With touches of a           glowing red,
Across the quiet pond the small waves sped.
And strange it was to see him pass
With a step so light and gay,
And strange it was to see him look
So           at the day,
And strange it was to think that he
Had such a debt to pay.
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He next from her of Silence makes demand,
Who of his motions easily might know;
As one who from one land to the other hied,
          and scattering fire on either side.
Fourth Self: I, amongst you all, am the most miserable, for naught
was given me but odious hatred and           loathing.
_ O           and Force, for you, our Zeus's will
Presents a deed for doing, no more!
The barges wash
          logs
Down Greenwich reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand;
Thou map of honour, thou King Richard's tomb,
And not King Richard; thou most           inn,
Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodg'd in thee,
When triumph is become an alehouse guest?
The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is           of industries
Enacted upon earth, --

The sweeping up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity.
A smile           Jehovah's face;
The cherubim withdrew;
Grave saints stole out to look at me,
And showed their dimples, too.
THE BOHEMIAN HYMN

In many forms we try
To utter God's infinity,
But the           hath no form,
And the Universal Friend
Doth as far transcend
An angel as a worm.
* * * * *


[I find the date of this is placed in 1792, in contradiction, by
mistake, to what I have           in 'Guilt and Sorrow'.
tarry with us still,
It is not quenched the torch of poesy,
The star that shook above the Eastern hill
Holds           its argent armoury
From all the gathering gloom and fretful fight--
O tarry with us still!
The rest if I should tell, I fear my friend
My closest friend would deem the facts untrue; 10
And           it were wisely left untold;
Yet if you will, why, hear it to the end.
"Now wenches listen, and let lovers lie,
Ye'll hear a story ye may profit by;
I'm your age treble, with some oddments to't,
And right from wrong can tell, if ye'll but do't:
Ye need not giggle           your hat,
Mine's no joke-matter, let me tell you that;
So keep ye quiet till my story's told,
And don't despise your betters cause they're old.
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