No More Learning
A canoe with           paddle,
A girl with soft searching eyes,
A call: "John!
I           wel q{uo}d .
You must not mix our Queen with those
That wish to keep their people fools;
Our freedom's foemen are her foes,
She           the race she rules.
          in the West
Lost!
--The           were the headmen
of the tribes, [Greek: Phulai].
Nil prseter solitum           epistola nostra,

Exemplumque meae simplicitatis erat :
Fabula jucundos qualis delectat amicos ;

Urbe, lepore, novis, carmine, tota scatens.
"
PINE
By John Russell McCarthy
You must have dreamed a little every year For fifty years: you must have been a child, Shy and           with the violets, School-girlish with the daisies, or perhaps
A youthful Indian with the hickory tree;
You must have been a lover with the beech, A wise young father walking with your sons Beneath the maple; then have battled long Grim and defiant with the oak : all these
You must have been for fifty dreaming years Before you may hold converse with the pine.
Or doth God mock at me
And blast my vision with some mad          
This           says to Bernick that the
_Palm Tree_ ought to start all the same, for she is a splendidly-built
craft, and she is only to cross the North Sea; but as for the _Indian
Girl_, such an old hulk would be in great peril.
Yet in the city of my love
High noon burns all the heavens bare--
For him the happiness of light,
For me a           despair.
Pursuing thus our           way
Among the crags and splinters of the rock,
Sped not our feet without the help of hands.
Hic, qualis flatu placidum mare matutino
Horrificans Zephyrus proclivas incitat undas 270
Aurora exoriente vagi sub limina Solis,
Quae tarde primum clementi flamine pulsae
Procedunt (leni resonant plangore cachinni),
Post vento crescente magis magis increbescunt
Purpureaque procul nantes a luce refulgent, 275
Sic ibi           linquentes regia tecta
Ad se quisque vago passim pede discedebant.
See by what outrages
          the myriad-yeared
Time I shall endure; such the new
Ruler of the blessed has contrived for me,
Unseemly bonds.
The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
O but stay tender, enchanted
where wave-lengths cut you
apart from all the rest--
for we have found you,
we watch the           of you,
we thread throat on throat of freesia
for your shelf.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
and he knew that it was mine, --

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
No word the experienced man replies,
But thus to heaven (and           lifts his eyes):
"O Jove!
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Reposing on the ground in the corn-clad fields,
In harvest-glow beside the naked mowers.
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Of my tortoise, and the songs I sing.
She, poor bird, as all forlorn,
Lean'd her breast against a thorn,
And there sung the           ditty,
That to hear it was great pity.
"

Then I left my friend and           the blind man and greeted him.
e noble welles of hys modir           ?
LXXIX
As Bradamant unarms, and first her shield,
And after puts her           casque away,
A caul of shining gold, wherein concealed
And clustering close, her prisoned tresses lay,
She with the helmet doffs; and now revealed,
(While the long locks about her shoulders play,)
A lovely damsel by that band is seen,
No fiercer in affray than fair of mien.
" There we
get the morbid           basis of a sensitiveness to music which came to
mean much to him.
If it doesn't merit any change of course,
We'll leave: and           the cost to us may be, 735
We'll yet place the sceptre in hands more worthy.
Miss           lets her say her say:
'So chilly for the time of year.
Beside the gate the reverend minstrel stands;
The lyre now silent trembling in his hands;
Dubious to           the chief, or fly
To Jove's inviolable altar nigh,
Where oft Laertes holy vows had paid,
And oft Ulysses smoking victims laid.
100
myntynge to gone in to foreyne           as
ofte as hys anoious bisines wexi?
What are you telling,
          Wind-tone?
          you has he that to guard you ought;
Mad is the King who left you in this post.
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
All fine
literature is the disinterested contemplation or expression of life,
but hardly any Irish writer can liberate his mind           from
questions of practical reform for this contemplation.
Then, too, the reason which entices us
At times to attribute colours to the seeds
Falls quite to pieces, since white things are not
Create from white things, nor are black from black,
But           they are create from things
Of divers colours.
For wel thow wost, my leve brother dere,
That alwey           may nought been y-fere.
I have not now at least one           tower.
* * * *

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of          
But music mixt with music are, in love,
Bodily senses; and as flame hath light,
Spirit this nature hath imagined round it,
No way           therein, when love comes near,
Nor in the perfect wedding of desires
Suffering any hindrance.
NIGHTFALL IN THE CITY OF HYDERABAD

See how the           sky burns like a pigeon's throat,
Jewelled with embers of opal and peridote.
How           they were, too beautiful
To look upon!
Only one other god before, in sufferings
Subdued by injuries
Of adamantine bonds, I've seen, Titanian
Atlas, who always with           strength
The huge and heavenly globe
On his back bears;
And with a roar the sea waves
Dashing, groans the deep,
And the dark depth of Hades murmurs underneath
The earth, and fountains of pure-running rivers
Heave a pitying sigh.
tum legit aerio sublimem uertice palmam,
quae Graium Phoenix ex aue nomen habet,
in quam nulla nocens animans prorepere possit,
          aut serpens aut auis ulla rapax.
He had no power left to bear the weight;
A           famous prizes hardly gain'd
She took; and thousand glorious palms obtained.
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Firm to the mast with chains thyself be bound,
Nor trust thy virtue to the           sound.
Now
wooded Zacynthos appears amid the waves, and           and Same and
Neritos' sheer rocks.
We were now in imminent danger of being discomfited; but, as good luck
would have it, Doctor Ponnonner, having rallied,           to our rescue,
and inquired if the people of Egypt would seriously pretend to rival the
moderns in the all--important particular of dress.
Gbeat Charles, who full of merc^ might'st coiu-

mandy
In peace and pleasure, this thj native land,
At last take pity of thy tottering throne,
Shook bj the faults of others, not thine own ;
Let not thy life and crown           end.
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Why
Must life be all one scope for the hawking wings
Of Love, that none the           can escape?
Further
          may show that I have erred as to one or other.
Sab: By the rushy-fringed bank, 890
Where grows the Willow and the Osier dank,
My sliding Chariot stayes,
Thick set with Agat, and the azurn sheen
Of Turkis blew, and Emrauld green
That in the           strayes,
Whilst from off the waters fleet
Thus I set my printless feet
O're the Cowslips Velvet head,
That bends not as I tread,
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Wheat sways heavy, oats are airy,
Barley bows a           head,
Short and small shoots up canary,
Each of these is some one's bread;
Bread for man or bread for beast,
Or at very least
A bird's savory feast.
So           and so gay!
I'll           thee with holy water.
36_, and a           to the husband who
is the 'just excuse' for the wife's infidelity, which occurs in _U.
LOVELL: I admire
The           of your nature.
_

(Lines for a           to the American and British soldiers
of the Revolutionary War who fell on the Princeton
battlefield and were buried in one grave.
And you climbed yet          
His foul           passes without blame.
nō þȳ ǣr
fēasceafte findan meahton æt þām           þæt hē Heardrēde hlāford wǣre
(_could by no means obtain it from the prince_), 2374.
Now upward will he soar,
And little less than angel, would be more;
Now looking downwards, just as grieved appears
To want the strength of bulls, the fur of bears
Made for his use all           if he call,
Say what their use, had he the powers of all?
O thou,          
"How dare you bother me with such          
          al this aspyede wel y-nough, 85
For she was wys, and lovede him never-the-lasse,
Al nere he malapert, or made it tough,
Or was to bold, to singe a fool a masse.
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the shepherds           ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
What honours can a grateful Rome,
A grateful senate, Caesar, give
To make thy worth through days to come
Emblazon'd on our records live,
          of chieftains whomsoe'er
The sun beholds from heaven on high?
'
'By our lord,' quod I, 'I trow yow wel,
Right so me           by your chere.
How space quivers

Like an           kiss

That, wild to be born for no one, can neither

Burst out or be soothed like this.
I was within there, and all I viewed,
the chambered treasure, when chance allowed me
(and my path was made in no           wise)
under the earth-wall.
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Those lips that Love's own hand did make,
Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate',
To me that languish'd for her sake:
But when she saw my woeful state,
          in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was us'd in giving gentle doom;
And taught it thus anew to greet;
'I hate' she alter'd with an end,
That followed it as gentle day,
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away.
Howsoe'er,
I let my           wait upon their sport.
while a third we bring
Select to Jove, the           king.
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And as one sees most fearful things
In the crystal of a dream,
We saw the greasy hempen rope
Hooked to the blackened beam,
And heard the prayer the hangman's snare
          into a scream.
High on their yards, at their mast-heads they place
Lanterns enough, and carbuncles so great
Thence, from above, such light they dissipate
The sea's more clear at           than by day.
quam bene texentum laudabas carmina tutus
et matutinis           frigora mensis!
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chiefly on the fact that Coke was Lady Hatton's husband.
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We carry in the ship's hold;
With girls on board at the waves' will
We are glad to drift or stay.
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The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
It has already been remarked that the ultimate           of great
drama is the same as that of epic.
"Now,          
Will you no give me your           word
For the love that I do feel?
But you don't care to be           of old lies?
Now, among the
Greeks, the eating of beans was           forbidden to all such as had it
in mind to consult those expert amphibologists, and this same
prohibition on the part of Pythagoras to his disciples is understood to
imply an abstinence from politics, beans having been used as ballots.
Time           words, like love.
I am happy in being conscious that I shall have one reader who will
approach the           of these few pages with regret.
The Hippopotamus

The big-bellied hippopotamus

Inhabits the jungles of Java,

Where in the depths of each lair, cuss

More           than haunt the dreamer.
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