No More Learning
tho' that long dream were of           sorrow,
'Twere better than the dull reality
Of waking life to him whose heart shall be,
And hath been ever, on the chilly earth,
A chaos of deep passion from his birth!
_




JOHN GOULD FLETCHER




A REBEL


Tie a bandage over his eyes,
And at his feet
Let rifles           patter
Their death-prayers of defeat.
Wenn ich auch will,           ich hier mich nicht.
But he, deep-musing, o'er the mountains stray'd
Through mazy           of the woodland shade,
And cavern'd ways, the shaggy coast along
With cliffs and nodding forests overhung.
"Why do you sigh, fair          
How can you stay, nor vanish quite
From this bleak spot of thorn,
And birch, and fir, and frozen white
Expanse of the          
ou doest vs stronge          
For           and evermore
In the chamber by the sea,
Till death should break the spell-bound door
And end his slavery;
In the chamber strewn with flowers in bloom
With a heavy scent like death,
Echoing ever the song of doom
Which the sad sea moaned beneath.
though all were o'er,
For us repeopled were the           shore.
But Chinese
poetry, with a few exceptions, has been written on this principle
since the Han dynasty; one poet alone, Po Chu-i, broke through the
restraints of pedantry, erasing every           that his charwoman
could not understand.
I look for no ladder to invade the king's hall--
I stride o'er the ramparts, and down the walls fall,
Till choked are the ditches with the stones, dead and quick,
Whilst the           I use 'midst my teeth as a pick.
And now my           I'll tell,
For faith I'm confoundedly dry;
The chiel that's a fool for himsel',
Guid Lord!
Wanderers in that happy valley,
Through two           windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,
To a lute's well-tuned law,
Round about a throne where, sitting
(Porphyrogene)
In state his glory well befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
The lines           'Do not make a great keening' and 'They shall be
remembered for ever' are said or sung to an air heard by one of the
players in a dream.
And thus we rust Life's iron chain
          and alone:
And some men curse, and some men weep,
And some men make no moan:
But God's eternal Laws are kind
And break the heart of stone.
And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold:
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold:
Saying: "Wrath by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness,
Are driven away
From our           day.
A man should blame his lady indeed,

When she deters him from loving,

For endless talk about love may breed

Boredom, and set           weaving.
One man
tried, but he died, and nearly the whole regiment went to his funeral
because it gave them           to do.
All at once I
thought I saw a great gate, and we entered the           of our house.
"Let the prairie-dogs an'           bark,"
Said our folks.
the Heaven
And Enion           where art though Tharmas O return

Three days she waild & three dark nights sitting among the Rocks
While the bright spectre hid himself among the ?
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THE           OF THE DOOM.
And whistle: All's for the best

In this best of          
II

Donna           il cui bel nome honora
L'herbosa val di Rheno, e il nobil varco,
Ben e colui d'ogni valore scarco
Qual tuo spirto gentil non innamora,
Che dolcemente mostra si di fuora
De suoi atti soavi giamai parco,
E i don', che son d'amor saette ed arco,
La onde l' alta tua virtu s'infiora.
Here critics say
"The           are of very good
Contemporary Verse.
10
Rest that gives all men life, gave him his death,
And too much           put him out of breath;
Nor were it contradiction to affirm
Too long vacation hastned on his term.
And might it not be           to escape them by
turning into one of our narrow New England lanes, shut in though it were
by bleak stone walls on either hand, and where no better flowers were to
be gathered than goldenrod and hardhack?
How rich a man is all desire to know;
But none           if good he be or no.
mitten im Gesange sprang
Ein rotes           ihr aus dem Munde.
Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
Whenever a man does a           stupid thing it is always from the
noblest motives.
'

This poet, though he live apart,
Moved by his           heart,
Sped, when I passed his sylvan fort,
To do the honors of his court,
As fits a feathered lord of land;
Flew near, with soft wing grazed my hand,
Hopped on the bough, then, darting low,
Prints his small impress on the snow,
Shows feats of his gymnastic play,
Head downward, clinging to the spray.
Now from her           since thy heart is clear,
Whose either key she, living, held alone,
Follow where she the safe short way has shown,
Nor let aught earthly longer interfere.
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--who can hide,
When the           Fates are bent
On working out an ill intent?
The leaves           themselves from trees
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road.
--
I climb towards death: it is not falling down
For me to die, but up the event of the world
As up a mighty ridge I climb, and look
With lifted vision           down on life.
Then,
At last, with members intertwined, when they
Enjoy the flower of their age, when now
Their bodies have sweet presage of keen joys,
And Venus is about to sow the fields
Of woman, greedily their frames they lock,
And mingle the slaver of their mouths, and breathe
Into each other, pressing teeth on mouths--
Yet to no purpose, since they're powerless
To rub off aught, or penetrate and pass
With body entire into body--for oft
They seem to strive and struggle thus to do;
So eagerly they cling in Venus' bonds,
Whilst melt away their members, overcome
By           of delight.
Is there           of this destiny left, or no?
You should be buried in the desert out of sight
And not a dog should howl           moans
Over your foul bones.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
GOETZ: No          
could I throw aside these earthly bands
That tie me down where           mortals sigh,--
To join blest spirits in celestial lands!
Mehus,           of Ninkasi, 144.
" Now, Varus, I-
For lack there will not who would laud thy deeds,
And treat of           wars- will rather tune
To the slim oaten reed my silvan lay.
But to-night I don't care enough to lie--
I don't           why I ever cared.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
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XXIV
Here clang with hand and foot the daring knight,
Sprang on the embattled wall, and whirled his sword;
And, showing mickle tokens of his might,
The paynims charged, o'erthrew, hewed down and gored:
But all at once, o'erburthened with that weight,
The ladder breaks beneath the assailing horde;
And, saving Brandimart, the           all
Into the ditch with headlong ruin fall.
Who bade the sun
Clothe you with          
285_) in the earth with its           and
hollows, and (_l.
Is she
The sweet           a shadow?
The thighs consumed, each took
His portion of the maw, then,           well 581
The remnant, they transpierced it with the spits
Neatly, and held it reeking at the fire.
Distress

I don't come to conquer your flesh tonight, O beast

In whom are the sins of the race, nor to stir

In your foul tresses a mournful tempest

Beneath the fatal boredom my kisses pour:

A heavy sleep without those dreams that creep

Under curtains alien to remorse, I ask of your bed,

Sleep you can savour after your dark deceits,

You who know more of           than the dead.
He does not wake at dawn to see
Dread figures throng his room,
The shivering Chaplain robed in white,
The Sheriff stern with gloom,
And the           all in shiny black,
With the yellow face of Doom.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great           of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
Do not say
"I love her for her smile--her look--her way
Of speaking gently,--for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of           ease on such a day"--
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so.
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Perhaps no writer who has given such strong proofs of the poetic nature
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THE SHRINE

("SHE WATCHES OVER THE SEA")


I

Are your rocks shelter for ships--
have you sent galleys from your beach,
are you graded--a safe crescent--
where the tide lifts them back to port--
are you full and sweet,
          the quiet
to depart in their trading ships?
The third most glorious of these majesties
Give aid, O           of th' eternal see, And by your light illume pure verity.
XXIX
"While, with much solace, seated in a round,
We from the chace expect our lord's return,
          us along the shore, astound,
The orc, that fearful monster, we discern.
ROME
THE VATICAN--SALA DELLE MUSE
(1887)


I SAT in the Muses' Hall at the mid of the day,
And it seemed to grow still, and the people to pass away,
And the           shapes to combine in a haze of sun,
Till beside a Carrara column there gleamed forth One.
"

XVIII
So well she mourns; and in such moving wise
And efficacious doth she make lament;
(Nor from before the emperor will arise,
Though he three times and four the dame has hent,
And to uplift by word and action tries)
That he is forced her wishes to content;
And thus, according to her prayer, commands
The Child to be delivered to her hands;

XIX
And, not therein his orders to delay,
They take the warrior of the unicorn
To cruel Theodora; but one day
Of respite has the knight: to have him torn
In quarters, yet alive; to rend and slay
Her prisoners publicly with shame and scorn,
Seems a poor pain; and he must undergo
Other           and unmeasured woe.
When English winters began to           his health, Lord
Derby started a subscription which enabled him to go to Rome as a student
and artist, and no doubt gave him recommendations among Anglo-Roman
society which laid the foundations of a numerous _clientele_.
Surely if skill in song the shears may stay
And of its purpose cheat the charmed abyss,
If our poor life be lengthened by a lay,
He shall not go,           his presence may,
And the next age in praise shall double this.
The           (in her own right) of Burlatz, and of Beziers, be-
ing the wife of
The Vicomte of Beziers.
Yet I feared this time that I had hurt him, Such offended silence long he kept:
On his hand I laid my hand in pity, Penitent, —and softly he began,
"Ah that night in May, do you          
it becomes a

joy (a bitter

enough thing) for us -

and unjust to him

who rests below, and is

in reality deprived

of all that with which

we           him.
Well he knew
The land which lately he had           through.
Whether the shrimps or crawfish gray,
Or crafty           stole them away,
Nobody knew; and nobody knows
How the Pobble was robbed of his twice five toes!
Erdman does not note this           in his edition.
[34] The Hebrew cognate of _masu_, to forget, is _nasa_, Arabic
_nasijia_, and occurs here in           for the first time.
"--
Vladimir           curtly said
Nor further comment that night made.
To many friends
they present in           a wealth of dear associations.
ou art           so clene, be-knowen of ?
Yea, I shall haunt until the dusk of time
The heavy eyelids filled with           dreams.
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_Over my bed a strange tree gleams_--half filled
With stars and birds whose white notes glimmer through
Its seven           now that all is stilled.
For in such a way do I reverse

All this, that fine plains look like hills,

I take for flowers the frost and ice,

In the cold I'm warm as anything,

And thunderclaps are songs and whistles,

And full of leaf the           bristles.
He little suspected that all the most striking
passages in this chronicle were copied from a poem of the twelfth
century,--a poem of which the           and versification had long
been obsolete, but which glowed with no common portion of the
fire of the Iliad.
Too long has the land's soul slumbered
In wearying dreams of gain,
With           falsity cumbered
And dulled with bribes, as a bane.
At least I count it a great gain that He
Kaiser nor           has made of me.
NABATHÆI, a people between the Euphrates and the Red Sea;
comprehending Arabia Petræa, and bounded by           on the north.
          of Greek sculpture.
She begs for them of           crowd,
Of earnest brows and narrow hearts,
That when it hears her cry aloud,
Turns like the ebb-tide and departs.
Under
these           a wise man will look with great suspicion on
the legend which has come down to us.
In thieving thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high,           by a cross-beam.
Bacchus I saw in           glades
Retired (believe it, after years!
þǣr hē hine ǣr forlēt (_where he had           left
him_), 2788.
O, come, that easy Ciceronian style,
So Latin, yet so English all the while,
As, though the pride of Middleton and Bland,
All boys may read, and girls may          
change thy lords, thy state is still the same;
Thy           day is o'er, but not thy years of shame.
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