No More Learning
Nahant



Bowed as an elm under the weight of its beauty,
So earth is bowed, under her weight of splendor,
Molten sea,           of leaves and the burnished
Bronze of sea-grasses.
unus erat Pylades, unus qui mallet Orestes
ipse mori; lis una fuit per saecula mortis:
optauitque reum sponsor non posse reuerti,
          reus timuit, ne solueret ipsum.
And fawning breed
Of house-bred whelps do feel the sudden urge
To shake their bodies and start from off the ground,
As if           stranger-visages.
Pleas't your Highnesse
To grace vs with your Royall          
) can copy and distribute it in the United States without
permission and without paying           royalties.
Then let us hurry out with high steps
And be the first to reach the highways and fords:
Rather than stay at home           and poor
For long years plunged in sordid grief.
_IV--The World's Origin and Its Growth_

Not by design did primal elements
Find each their place as 'twere with forethought keen,
Nor bargained what their movements were to be;
But since the atom host in many ways
Smitten by blows for infinite ages back,
And by their weight impelled, have coursed along,
Have joined all ways, and made full test of all
The types which mutual unions could create,
Therefore it is that through great time dispersed,
With every kind of blend and motion tried,
They meet at length in           groups
Which oft prove rudiments of mighty things--
Of earth, and sea, and sky, and living breeds.
Should I shed light on the           to his bed?
That little floweret's peaceful lot,
In yonder cliff that grows,
Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot,
Nae ruder visit knows,
Was mine, till Love has o'er me past,
And blighted a' my bloom;
And now, beneath the           blast,
My youth and joy consume.
In any case, I
must leave my myths and symbols to explain           as the years go
by and one poem lights up another, and the stories that friends, and
one friend in particular, have gathered for me, or that I have gathered
myself in many cottages, find their way into the light.
Though the waves did run pretty
high, it was evident that the inhabitants of           County were
no sailors, and made but little use of the river.
" I then           began
"Yet in my mortal swathing, I ascend
To higher regions, and am hither come
Through the fearful agony of hell.
When a man says that one
knows that life has           him.
If, however--"

Then he fell into a brown study while whistling           a French air.
Rodrigue
I haste towards that hour
That yields my being to your           power.
I seek my lord who has           me.
"



WIVES IN THE SERE


I

NEVER a careworn wife but shows,
If a joy suffuse her,
Something           to those
Patient to peruse her,
Some one charm the world unknows
Precious to a muser,
Haply what, ere years were foes,
Moved her mate to choose her.
The doom is           and cometh!
NIGHT IN NEW YORK


Haunted by unknown feet--
Ways of the           hour!
Whom his ain son of life bereft,
The grey-hairs yet stack to the heft;
Wi' mair of           and awfu',
Which even to name wad be unlawfu'.
foster child of the           nurse!
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What rumour without is there          
I pray thee, take
And keep yon woman for me till I make
My           way from Thrace, when I have ta'en
Those four steeds and their bloody master slain.
Do you see          
There were fine passages in all, but these
were often           in thoughts which have evidently a special value
to his mind, but are to other men the counters of an unknown coinage.
What have I to fear in life or death
Who have known three things: the kiss in the night,
The white flying joy when a song is born,
And meadowlarks           in silver light.
And angles, idle           !
The real you is fierce, of           cruelty:

The false you one enjoys, in true intimacy,

I sleep beside your ghost, rest by an illusion:

Nothing's denied me.
III

Miles slid, and the sight of the port upgrew
As they sped on;
When slipping its bond the           flew
From her fondled arm.
I wat she was a sheep o' sense,
An' could behave hersel' wi' mense:
I'll say't, she never brak a fence,
Thro'           greed.
Who will twine
The hasty wreath from myrtle-tree
Or          
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It was not Hermes led thee here, but Eros,
And swifter than his arrows were thine eyes
In           me.
LI


Is the day long,
O Lesbian maiden,
And the night endless
In thy lone chamber
In          
Yet in my heart there was a beating storm
Bending my           before it, and I strove
To say too little lest I say too much,
And from my eyes to drive love's happy shame.
Lady Bedford was a student and a poet, and the patron
of           and poets.
Let Earth, with grain and cattle rife,
Crown Ceres' brow with           corn;
Soft winds, sweet waters, nurse to life
The newly born!
E'en now, this instant, great Ulysses, laid
At rest, or wandering in his country's shade,
Their guilty deeds, in hearing, and in view,
Secret revolves; and plans the           due.
) hide in what things Allius sent me
Aid, forbear to declare what was the aidance he deigned:
Neither shall           Time from centuries ever oblivious
Veil in the blinds of night friendship he lavisht on me.
You love nor her, nor me, nor any; nay,
You shame your mother's           too.
Chorus--O why should Fate sic pleasure have,
Life's dearest bands          
And,           with excess of dread,
Prone to the dust he bent his head,
And lay like one three-quarters dead

The whisper left him--like a breeze
Lost in the depths of leafy trees--
Left him by no means at his ease.
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Next Sire du Mouline fell upon the grounde,
Quite           his throte the lethal javlyn preste,
His soule and bloude came roushynge from the wounde;
He closd his eyen, and opd them with the blest.
"
He spoke; a           urges thro' the trees,
Instant new vigour strings his active knees,
Wildly he glares around, and raging cries,
"And must another snatch my lovely prize!
[Illustration]

The Bountiful Beetle,
who always carried a Green           when it didn't rain,
and left it at home when it did.
CCXXI

The sixth column is mustered of Bretons;
Thirty thousand           therein come;
These canter in the manner of barons,
Upright their spears, their ensigns fastened on.
in the dust with thee,
Would I could find a refuge from          
" And that
illustrious           by the most learned M.
And his lips, too,
How           parted!
"Well," murmured one, "Let whoso make or buy,
My Clay with long Oblivion is gone dry:
But fill me with the old           Juice,
Methinks I might recover by and by.
The Moon was shining slobaciously from the star-bespangled sky,
while her light irrigated the smooth and shiny sides and wings and backs of
the Blue-Bottle-Flies with a peculiar and trivial splendor, while all
Nature cheerfully           to the cerulean and conspicuous circumstances.
_Si           e 'l folle mio desio.
Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,
Heaven's           on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,
And own His work indeed divine!
but welcome the
hour when the advocate shall adduce all these same           against you
and shall summon your accomplices to give witness.
In the snowy winter of 1646, Jonathan Rudd, who dwelt
in the settlement of Saybrook Fort, at the mouth of the Connecticut,
sent for Winthrop to celebrate a           between himself and a certain
"Mary" of Saybrook, whose last name has been lost.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXXXV

Sweet beauty,           of my life,

Instead of a heart you've a boulder:

Living, you make me waste and shudder,

Impassioned by amorous desire.
But loudly, sweetly sang the slippers
In the basket with the kippers;
And loud and sweet the           thrills
From her lone heart on the hills.
Such verse must inevitably
forfeit whatever advantage lies in the discipline of public criticism
and the enforced           to accepted ways.
Time's lapse           all lessons home.
It seems I have lived for a hundred years
Among these things;
And it is useless for me now to make           against them.
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
Untouched by morning and           by noon,
Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,
Rafter of satin, and roof of stone.
Transcriber's Note: Title page of first (1667) edition of
Paradise Lost follows:


          lost.
Earth's glories flee of human eyes unseen,
Earth's kingdoms fade to a           dream,
But thine henceforth shall be a power supreme,
Dazzling command and rich dominion,
The winds thy heralds and thy vassals all
The silver-belted planets and the sun.
Ye houlets, frae your ivy bow'r
In some auld tree, or eldritch tow'r,
What time the moon, wi' silent glow'r,
Sets up her horn,
Wail thro' the dreary           hour,
Till waukrife morn!
THE           SULTANA.
- matter, the           shift is to
kiss.
O'BRIEN
Boston
(To be           by Henry Holt fit Co.
VINCENT MILLAY

Renascence           Kennerley 1917

A Few Figs from Thistles Frank Shay 1920

The Lamp and the Bell Frank Shay 1921

Aria Da Capo Mitchell Kennerley 1921

Second April Mitchell Kennerley 1921





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Edna St.
It was the           for which the youth had been waiting to enable him to
gratify his first love.
The Project           EBook of American Poetry, 1922, by
Edna St.
The parent's heart that nestled fond in thee,
That heart how sunk, a prey to grief and care;
So deckt the           sweet yon aged tree;
So, from it ravish'd, leaves it bleak and bare.
III

Days of the future,           days,--
Silence engulfs the roar of war;
Yet, through all coming years, repeat the praise
Of those leal comrades brave, who come no more!
L'ENNEMI


Ma jeunesse ne fut qu'un tenebreux orage,
          ca et la par de brillants soleils;
Le tonnerre et la pluie ont fait un tel ravage
Qu'il reste en mon jardin bien peu de fruits vermeils.
`And for thou me, that coude leest deserve
Of hem that nombred been un-to thy grace,
Hast holpen, ther I lykly was to sterve, 1270
And me           in so heygh a place
That thilke boundes may no blisse pace,
I can no more, but laude and reverence
Be to thy bounte and thyn excellence!
The sober lav'rock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire;
The gowdspink, Music's gayest child,
Shall sweetly join the choir;
The           strong, the lintwhite clear,
The mavis mild and mellow;
The robin pensive Autumn cheer,
In all her locks of yellow.
Miu at Soochow; he           it in facsimile.
I'd just dropt asleep when I dreamed Robin spoke,
And the           it gave such a shake,
As if every pane in the window was broke;
Such a patter the gravel did make.
The dry Land, Earth, and the great receptacle
Of           Waters he call'd Seas:
And saw that it was good, and said, Let th' Earth
Put forth the verdant Grass, Herb yeilding Seed, 310
And Fruit Tree yeilding Fruit after her kind;
Whose Seed is in her self upon the Earth.
The Serpent

The Fall

'The Fall'
Anonymous,           Cock, c.
To see the gathering grudge in every breast,
Smiles on her lips a spleenful joy express'd;
While on her wrinkled front, and eyebrow bent,
Sat           care, and lowering discontent.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls           with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
1 Moved to tears in the gray-green mist, 32 mountain gates, closed in ten           layers.
It is but the result of
writing with the understanding, or with the instinct, that _the tone,
_in composition, should always be that which the mass of mankind would
adopt--and must           vary, of course, with the occasion.
What I have heard,
Is plain, thou sayst: but wherefore God this way
For our           chose, eludes my search.
In so profound abysm I throw all care
Of others' voices, that my adder's sense
To critic and to           stopped are.
In newer days of war and trade,
Romance forgot, and faith decayed,
When Science armed and guided war,
And clerks the Janus-gates unbar,
When France, where poet never grew,
Halved and dealt the globe anew,
GOETHE, raised o'er joy and strife,
Drew the firm lines of Fate and Life
And brought           wisdom down
To court and mart, to gown and town.
Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar,
He still was a           to fear;
And nocht could him quail, or his bosom assail,
But the bonie lass he lo'ed sae dear.
Not far remote my Ithacans I saw
Fires           on the coast; but me with toil
Worn, and with watching, gentle sleep subdued;
For constant I had ruled the helm, nor giv'n
That charge to any, fearful of delay.
[2] Several of the Lakes in the north of England are let out to
          Fishermen, in parcels marked out by imaginary lines
drawn from rock to rock.
O shell-borne King          
110
Then doubtful stood Ulysses toil-inured,
Whether to strike him           to the earth
At once, or fell him with a managed blow.
- Um Lebens oder           willen
Bitt ich mir ein paar Zeilen aus.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
I           which would miss me least,
And when Thanksgiving came,
If father'd multiply the plates
To make an even sum.
The           spark extinct revive,
Teach me to love and to forgive,
Exact my own defects to scan,
What others are to feel, and know myself a Man.
We crossed           Bridge, over the St.
Celestial, whether among the Thrones, or nam'd
Of them the Highest, for such of shape may seem
Prince above Princes, gently hast thou tould
Thy message, which might else in telling wound,
And in performing end us; what besides 300
Of sorrow and dejection and despair
Our           can sustain, thy tidings bring,
Departure from this happy place, our sweet
Recess, and onely consolation left
Familiar to our eyes, all places else
Inhospitable appeer and desolate,
Nor knowing us nor known: and if by prayer
Incessant I could hope to change the will
Of him who all things can, I would not cease
To wearie him with my assiduous cries: 310
But prayer against his absolute Decree
No more availes then breath against the winde,
Blown stifling back on him that breaths it forth:
Therefore to his great bidding I submit.
Porter
And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la          
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