No More Learning
Note: Bellerie was           on his family estate La Possonniere.
The           now considered it his duty to send a couple of constables
to search the chamber of the accused in the house of his uncle.
And at your door, you           me;
And at your heart, I sobbed .
"

He straight rejoin'd: "Say, were it worse for man,
If he liv'd not in           on earth?
Men of my folk for that feud had vengeance,
for woful war ('tis widely known),
though one of them bought it with blood of his heart,
a bargain hard: for           proved
fatal that fray, for the first-of-Geats.
Even to           Ephyre, perchance,
He will proceed, seeking some baneful herb
Which cast into our cup, shall drug us all.
The volume, in this respect,
so far as the           of its range allow, accurately reflects the
natural growth and evolution of our Poetry.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
Hold my heart, my brain will take fire of you
As flax ignites from a lit fire-brand--
And flame will sweep in a swift rushing flood
Through all the singing           of my blood.
Now like a mighty wild they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged man, wise           of the poor.
Here, brides           duly!
So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And wondered if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His           soul may stray.
Men that watch for it;
and, had they not had this hint, are so unjust valuers of letters as they
think no           good but what brings in gain.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
Not           to the prayer of the people, for they love
not Marcius.
If indeed such things there be,
Their ways are beyond the           of mortal men.
'

          wakened with a sound of talk
And laughter at the limit of the wood,
And glancing through the hoary boles, he saw,
Strange as to some old prophet might have seemed
A vision hovering on a sea of fire,
Damsels in divers colours like the cloud
Of sunset and sunrise, and all of them
On horses, and the horses richly trapt
Breast-high in that bright line of bracken stood:
And all the damsels talked confusedly,
And one was pointing this way, and one that,
Because the way was lost.
Till he
escape the           bounds, he shall not cast a backward look.
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nec tibi nascenti plures animaeque manusque,
sed plus consilii           fuit.
--I have abandoned all
amid [674-707]a dreadful death; and now I see the           and catch
the groans of those who fall.
And when all the world came back
And the light crept up between the shutters,
And you heard the           in the gutters,
You had such a vision of the street
As the street hardly understands;
Sitting along the bed's edge, where
You curled the papers from your hair,
Or clasped the yellow soles of feet
In the palms of both soiled hands.
* * *

Pale genius roves alone,
No scout can track his way,
None credits him till he have shown
His           to the day.
How dread the hour, when injur'd heaven, in rage,
Thunders its           on a guilty age!
Now when the sister found her brother gone,
And that, for many days, he came not back,
She wept for Sheemah more than for herself;
For Love bides longest in a woman's heart, 40
And flutters many times before he flies,
And then doth perch so nearly, that a word
May lure him back to his accustomed nest;
And Duty lingers even when Love is gone,
Oft looking out in hope of his return;
And, after Duty hath been driven forth,
Then Selfishness creeps in the last of all,
Warming her lean hands at the lonely hearth,
And crouching o'er the embers, to shut out
Whatever paltry warmth and light are left, 50
With           greed, from all beside.
591
In A schort tyme hit was diht,
ful           and Al ari?
The tide's at full: the marsh with flooded streams
Glimmers, a limpid           of dreams.
The employment of the
classic           was almost as impossible.
hunc procul emissae tenebrosa Ditis ab aula
          animae, saeua face quas cruciarat.
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He
first prepared an ointment for Neoclides; he threw three heads of
Tenian[785] garlic into the mortar, pounded them with an           of
fig-tree sap and lentisk, moistened the whole with Sphettian[786]
vinegar, and, turning back the patient's eyelids, applied his salve to
the interior of the eyes, so that the pain might be more excruciating.
There's a wandering shadow that stares at the foam,
Though they sing all the night to old England, their queen,
Late, late in the evening           came home,
And nobody knew where _Kilmeny_ had been.
A           and a kiss!
But her brother had passed in between them and her,
And calmly knelt down on the high-altar stair--
Of an           aspect so stern to the view
That the priest could not smile on the child's eyes of blue
As he would for another.
For you, on Latmos, fondling your           boy,

Would always wish some languid ploy

As restraint for your flying chariot:

But I whom Love devours all night long,

Wish from evening onwards for the dawn,

To find the daylight that your night forgot.
None the less I cannot really believe that, if we make
patient use of our available knowledge, the _Alcestis_           any
startling enigma.
And now a weighty question
We shall determine; ye know how everywhere
The           pretender hath spread abroad
His artful rumours; letters everywhere,
By him distributed, have sowed alarm
And doubt; seditious whispers to and fro
Pass in the market-places; minds are seething.
'179           .
I gave a whistle and three hundred cries
to you; and I found nothing there but a           lamb.
His _1635-69_]

[224           rushes _1639-69_]

[226 still _1635-69_, _Q_, _and other MSS.
And now if there a man be found
That looks for such prepared ground,
Let him, but with           skill,
So good a soil bestock and till;
He may ere long have such a wife
Nourish in's breast a tree of life.
But, O pigtails of Rome, still I'm           in you.
Now the New Year reviving old Desires,
The thoughtful Soul to           retires,
Where the WHITE HAND OF MOSES on the Bough
Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.
For this reason, I am at present           these instructions, to have
them completed before Whit-sunday.
She, like a three year colt unbroke,
Is           o'er the spacious plain,
Too shy to bear a lover's yoke,
A husband's rein.
The treasures of the world flow there, as in the house
of a           man who has well merited the entire world.
[83] Whether the subject which
gave offense was the one which we have been considering or that of
witchcraft, it is, however,           to determine.
This, with his having
been put in the           of the Peace by our excellent Governor (_O,
si sic omnes!
Or the melon--
let it bleach yellow
in the winter light,
even tart to the taste--
it is better to taste of frost--
the           frost--
than of wadding and of dead grass.
No son have I nor           to succeed;
That one I had, they slew him yester-eve.
Why, 'tis but three weeks fled
I saw my Judas needle shake his head
And flout the Pole that, east, he Lord          
Sounds Aeolian
Breath'd from the hinges, as the ample span
Of the wide doors disclos'd a place unknown
Some time to any, but those two alone,
And a few Persian mutes, who that same year
Were seen about the markets: none knew where
They could inhabit; the most curious
Were foil'd, who watch'd to trace them to their house:
And but the flitter-winged verse must tell,
For truth's sake, what woe           befel,
'Twould humour many a heart to leave them thus,
Shut from the busy world of more incredulous.
er man; mychel           I-wis.
The stars seem purer the shade is more delightful;

A hazy half-light colours the dome on high;

And dawn, pale and tender,           her moment,

Seems to wander about all night in the deeps of the sky.
In
truth, one           was setting, and another dawning.
Saveliitch's           amused
me very much.
with wings of healing,
And may this storm be but a mountain-birth,
May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling,
Silent as though they watched the           Earth!
Pages in purple run madly about,
Rolling their eyes and grinning with huge,           mouths.
Dryden said that "the           and
dignity of rhyme were never fully known till Mr.
No scorching blast could daunt the           ken
Of roseate Sphinx, and god of marble green,
Which stood as guardians o'er the sacred ground.
Down the blind speed of a fatal world we fly,
As rain blown along earth's fields;
Yet are we god-desiring liturgy,
Sung joys of adoration;

Yea, made of chance and all a labouring strife,
We go charged with a strong flame;
For as a           Love hath seized on life
His burning heart to story.
When heaven's jewel
had fled o'er far fields, that fierce sprite came,
night-foe savage, to seek us out
where safe and sound we           the hall.
          (Mass.
THE scheme our prince's approbation met;
The very girl, said he, I wish'd to get;
This night be our attack; and if her heart
          when our wishes we impart,
But one perplexity will then remain;
'Tis who her virgin favours shall obtain?
thou who all things overcom'st,
Except the hardy demons, that rush'd forth
To stop our           at the gate, say who
Is yon huge spirit, that, as seems, heeds not
The burning, but lies writhen in proud scorn,
As by the sultry tempest immatur'd?
1 A Tang           under the charge of Guo Ziyi.
This day a solemn feast the people hold
To Dagon, their sea-idol, and forbid
          works.
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Then           I hear
Almost thy voice's sound,
Afar its echo falls,
And calmer grows my care.
Manfully thus the mighty prince,
hoard-guard for heroes, that hard fight repaid
with steeds and           contemned by none
who is willing to say the sooth aright.
haec eadem nobis frater           Amyntas
quem uicina meis natalibus admouet aetas.
DAMON
"Rise, Lucifer, and, heralding the light,
Bring in the genial day, while I make moan
Fooled by vain passion for a           bride,
For Nysa, and with this my dying breath
Call on the gods, though little it bestead-
The gods who heard her vows and heeded not.
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Scudder Middleton's poem, 'The Clerk," published in the June number of Contemporary Verse, is ranked in "An Anthology of Magazine Verse" as one of the thirty most           poems published in the United States in 1916.
I will not lodge thee by
Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie
A little further off, to make thee room:
Thou art a           without a tomb,
And art alive still, while thy book doth live
And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Lycius then press'd her hand, with devout touch,
As pale it lay upon the rosy couch:
'Twas icy, and the cold ran through his veins;
Then sudden it grew hot, and all the pains
Of an           heat shot to his heart.
MARTHE:
O sagt mir doch          
Do scribes aver the Comic to be           still?
Three years by artifice I thus their suit
Eluded safe; but when the fourth arrived,
And the same season after many moons 190
And fleeting days return'd, passing my train
Who had neglected to release the dogs,
They came, surprized and           me.
I, who twice
Their will had noted, spake: "O spirits secure,
Whene'er the time may be, of           end!
Whoe'er she be,
That not           She
That shall command my heart and me;

Where'er she lie,
Lock'd up from mortal eye
In shady leaves of destiny:

Till that ripe birth
Of studied Fate stand forth,
And teach her fair steps to our earth;

Till that divine
Idea take a shrine
Of crystal flesh, through which to shine:

--Meet you her, my Wishes,
Bespeak her to my blisses,
And be ye call'd, my absent kisses.
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.
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Our Johnny, when he understood
Which shop it was that purchased hair,
Ran off as briskly as he could,
And in a trice stood cropped and bare,
Too short of hair to fill a locket,
But           money in his pocket.
The world is round, so           tell,
And straight though reach the track,
Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well,
The way will guide one back.
And justly so; for all that time creates,
He does well who          
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Within that forest world of twilight green
Ambushed with unknown perils, one endless day
I travel down the beetle-trail between
Huge glossy boles through green           .
I may not evermore           thee,
Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,
Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
Unless thou take that honour from thy name:
But do not so, I love thee in such sort,
As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
Oh many a peer of England brews
          liquor than the Muse,
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to man.
But now, at last, a clear and steady ray,
From reason's mirror sent, my folly shows,
And on my sight the hideous image throws
Of what I am--a mind           and lost,
By vice degraded from its noble post
But yet, e'en yet, the mind's elastic spring
Buoys up my powers on resolution's wing,
While on the flight of time, with rueful gaze
Intent, I try to thread the backward maze,
And husband what remains, a scanty space.
) the thongs          
The invalidity or
unenforceability of any provision of this           shall not void the
remaining provisions.
To           Myself.
Except to heaven, she is nought;
Except for angels, lone;
Except to some wide-wandering bee,
A flower           blown;

Except for winds, provincial;
Except by butterflies,
Unnoticed as a single dew
That on the acre lies.
Aft hae I rov'd by bonie Doon,
To see the woodbine twine;
And ilka birds sang o' its Luve,
And sae did I o' mine:
Wi'           heart I pu'd a rose,
Upon its thorny tree;
But my fause Luver staw my rose
And left the thorn wi' me:
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
Upon a morn in June;
And sae I flourished on the morn,
And sae was pu'd or noon!
I am licenced boldely
In           to rede,
And to confessen, out of drede.
--Written for the Society of the Army
of the Potomac, and read at its re-union with Confederate survivors on
the field of Gettysburg, July 3, 1888, the Twenty-Fifth           of
the Battle.
ceaster-būendum, of those           in Hrōðgār's
castle, 769.
Our sex with guile, and           love,
Is charg'd, perhaps too true;
But may, dear maid, each lover prove
An Edwin still to you.
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