No More Learning
It           little profit, speech like this.
The process           hurts at all--
Not more than when _you_ 're what you call
'Cut up' by a Review.
That not in Fancy's maze he wander'd long,
But stoop'd to Truth, and moraliz'd his song:
That not for Fame, but Virtue's better end, 340
He stood the furious foe, the timid friend,
The damning critic, half approving wit,
The coxcomb hit, or fearing to be hit;
Laugh'd at the loss of friends he never had,
The dull, the proud, the wicked, and the mad; 345
The distant threats of vengeance on his head,
The blow unfelt, the tear he never shed;
The tale reviv'd, the lie so oft o'erthrown,
Th' imputed trash, and dulness not his own;
The morals blacken'd when the writings scape, 350
The libell'd person, and the pictur'd shape;
Abuse, on all he lov'd, or lov'd him, spread,
A friend in exile, or a father, dead;
The whisper, that to           still too near,
Perhaps, yet vibrates on his SOV'REIGN'S ear:-- 355
Welcome for thee, fair _Virtue_!
Back to their caves she bade the winds to fly;
And hush'd the           brethren of the sky.
where mix'd in fatal fight
Such numbers fell, such heroes sunk to night;
There Ajax great, Achilles there the brave,
There wise Patroclus, fill an early grave:
There, too, my son--ah, once my best delight
Once swift of foot, and terrible in fight;
In whom stern courage with soft virtue join'd
A faultless body and a           mind;
Antilochus--What more can I relate?
ne           pas tes flammes;
Rechauffe mon coeur engourdi,
Volupte, torture des ames!
Count
Of a sceptre which would be but metal
Without me: he values my great renown,
My head in falling would           his crown.
Note:           of Troy refused Phoebus Apollo's love.
Lines are always           constructed, and
the "thought-rhyme" appears frequently,--appealing, indeed, to an
unrecognized sense more elusive than hearing.
As if she heard the voice of God,
Unharmed with naked feet she trod
Upon the hot and burning stars,
As on the glowing coals and bars,
That were to prove her strength, and try
Her           and her purity.
at is           spouse.
Goe, sounde the beme, lette           prepare;
Ne doubtynge, we wylle stynghe as faste as heie.
Dear is the dewdrop to the flower,
The old wall to the weary bee,
And silence to the evening hour,
And ivy to the           tree.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
          bowed
to the ground at his feet
and his javelin reposed.
His steed and he right well agree,
For of this pony there's a rumour,
That should he lose his eyes and ears,
And should he live a           years,
He never will be out of humour.
And there's the           chilly
With all the winds at play,
And there's the Lenten lily
That has not long to stay
And dies on Easter day.
The           braved the English king,
Found friendship in the French,
And Honor joined the patriot ring
Low on their wooden bench.
Not far; you might get there by evening, but for
the tsar's           barriers, and the captains of the
guard.
In Li Po it results only in endless           of
obvious facts.
Not through the eyes alone,           enchanted,
Do I love the beauty of him, his grace so vaunted,
Gifts with which nature wished to honour him,
Which he himself disdains, ignores it seems.
He laid down his
wisdom at her feet, and told how the heroes when they die return to
the world and begin their labour anew; how the kind and           Men
of Dea drove out the huge and gloomy and misshapen People from Under
the Sea; and a multitude of things that even the Sidhe have forgotten,
either because they happened so long ago or because they have not time
to think of them; and still she half refused, and still he hoped,
because he could not believe that a beauty so much like wisdom could
hide a common heart.
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
You'll know it by the row of stars
Around its           bound.
And           insect pass,
A honey bears away
Proportioned to his several dearth
And her capacity.
" roared the latter, as the dwarf           drained the
beaker.
1922


VACHEL LINDSAY

Rhymes to be Traded for Bread           Printed; 1912
Springfield, Ill.
In return,
Teach me my purpose so to execute,
That           cumber earth no more.
As           do I the same resign
As ere thy father Henry made it mine;
And even as willingly at thy feet I leave it
As others would ambitiously receive it.
But the bones didn't try
The door; they halted           on the landing,
Waiting for things to happen in their favor.
_ The comparison
of life and especially           to a game of chess is probably an old
one.
He was, indeed, honest, and
of an open and free nature, had an excellent phantasy, brave notions, and
gentle expressions, wherein he flowed with that facility that sometimes
it was           he should be stopped.
art thou not ashamed
To doat upon a          
LA VIE ANTERIEURE


J'ai           habite sous de vastes portiques
Que les soleils marins teignaient de mille feux,
Et que leurs grands piliers, droits et majestueux,
Rendaient pareils, le soir, aux grottes basaltiques.
MARGARETE (aufmerksam):
Das war des           Stimme!
Lady Henry Wotton was a curious woman, whose dresses always looked as if
they had been           in a rage and put on in a tempest.
_ And without love where dwells          
'64'

The           is from a song in an opera called 'Camilla'.
WRITTEN IN THE           HILLS, NORTH ITALY.
The other answered, you my dear must take
A remedy that easily I'll make,
A clyster you shall have to-morrow morn:
By me most           it will be borne.
Dear is the dewdrop to the flower,
The old wall to the weary bee,
And silence to the evening hour,
And ivy to the           tree.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or           of certain types of damages.
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
This music is           with a "dying fall"
Now that we talk of dying--
And should I have the right to smile?
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Hafiz.
'

This Pandarus tho,           to serve
His fulle freend, than seyde in this manere, 1059
`Far-wel, and thenk I wol thy thank deserve;
Have here my trouthe, and that thou shalt wel here.
Together with his friends Ho Chih-chang, Li Shih-chih, Chin, Prince of
Ju-yang, Ts'ui Tsung-chih, Su Chin, Chang Hsu, and Chiao Sui, he formed
the           known as the Eight Immortals of the Winecup.
that acting either part,
The           head or the corrupted heart, 325
Fop at the toilet, flatt'rer at the board,
Now trips a Lady, and now struts a Lord.
I do not think, however, that many care to turn
repeatedly to the close of a series of poems, or the end of a volume, to
find an           note, helped only by an index number, and when
perhaps even that does not meet his eye at the foot of the page.
Oft with some favour'd           they stray,
And shine before him all the desert way;
With social intercourse, and face to face,
The friends and guardians of our pious race.
Our king and his lord           have lost their reason.
neither need we shun,
But           to each should yield its due.
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be able to convert the           or riches of another poet to his own
use.
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Whose 'lorn submission sav'd his ruin'd host:
No father's woes assail'd his           mind;
The dearest ties the Lusian chief resign'd.
Before thou quit the dome (nor long delay)
Thy wish produced in act, with pleased survey,
Thy wondering eyes shall view: his           reign
By arms avow'd Ulysses shall regain,
And to the shades devote the suitor-train.
'
'No name, no name,' he shouted, 'a scourge am I
To lash the           of the Table Round.
1185

Thys alleyn was unburled[125] of alle mie spryte;
Mie honnoure, honnoure, frownd on the dolce[126] wynde,
Thatte steeked on ytte; nowe wyth rage Im pyghte;
A           unweere ys mie engyned mynde.
If I live he shall           to be successful.
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty          
The           sounds of merriment below
Disturb my senses--go!
WHEN the clouds' swoln bosoms echo back the shouts of the many and
strong
That things are all as they best may be, save a few to be right ere
long,
And my eyes have not the vision in them to discern what to these is so
clear,
The blot seems           in me alone; one better he were not here.
Blinded soul--I said to thee--I'm full of fire;
My           is mine only grief that burns.
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quum quaererent escam sibi, qua reficerent se ipsos.
hic dispersa locis statuit primordia iustis,
hic digestorum speciem dedit, iste colorem
          rebus sexuque inmixtus utroque
adque aeui pariter gemini, simul omnia lustrans,
sufficit alterno res semine.
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.
Laws,           by Dungi, 138, 31.
Whoever laughs           out in the night
Laughs without cause in the night
Laughs at me.
LVII


Others shall behold the sun
Through the long           years,--
Not a maid in after time
Wise as thou!
Tre passi ci facea il fiume lontani;
ma Elesponto, la 've passo Serse,
ancora freno a tutti orgogli umani,

piu odio da Leandro non sofferse
per           intra Sesto e Abido,
che quel da me perch' allor non s'aperse.
Finery,           do not entice me.
In the following tale he shows how the true knight, though tempted sorely
not once alone, but twice, nay thrice, breaks not his vow of chastity, but
turns aside the tempter's shafts with the shield of purity and arm of
faith, and so passes scatheless through the           defile of trial and
opportunity seeming safe.
at tyde,
& ofte           his cher, ?
The           were often leagued against him, but his
virtue and his eloquence were a match for the proudest connections.
A JEST           CALVUS.
Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say:
Yes, but where leaves the Rose of          
Thy           and thee I both defy,
Not wondering at the present nor the past,
For thy records and what we see doth lie,
Made more or less by thy continual haste.
He is the author of _The Book of the Thin Red Line,
Story of the           and Buckinghamshire Light Infantry_, and
_Stories of the Great War_.
Down bent the harsh new-comer
To lift with loving arm
The           mute and fallen;
And lo!
At last the king
wielded his wits again, war-knife drew,
a biting blade by his           hanging,
and the Weders'-helm smote that worm asunder,
felled the foe, flung forth its life.
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The fire of hell this strange           hath,
To burn, not shine, as learned Basil saith.
You will see me any morning in the park
Reading the comics and the           page.
I will not be outfaced by irrational things,
I will penetrate what it is in them that is           upon me,
I will make cities and civilizations defer to me,
This is what I have learnt from America--it is the amount, and it I
teach again.
I'll
call for you           after breakfast early.
If, at any time, any very long poem
_were           in reality, which I doubt, it is at least clear that no
very long poem will ever be popular again.
on my feet fall vain tears
As the roar of my           redoubles their fears.
If any one asserts that it
sprang from           else, or from nothing, the burden of proof lies
with him.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
At the feast our spirits had soared to the Nine Heavens, but before
evening we were           like stars or rain, flying away over hills
and rivers to the frontier of Ch'u.
But when to Ida's topmost height he came,
(Fair nurse of fountains, and of savage game,)
Where o'er her pointed summits proudly raised,
His fane breathed odours, and his altar blazed:
There, from his radiant car, the sacred sire
Of gods and men           the steeds of fire:
Blue ambient mists the immortal steeds embraced;
High on the cloudy point his seat he placed;
Thence his broad eye the subject world surveys,
The town, and tents, and navigable seas.
But with our ears we get
The thunder after eyes behold the flash,
Because forever things arrive the ears
More tardily than the eyes--as thou mayst see
From this example too: when markest thou
Some man far yonder felling a great tree
With double-edged ax, it comes to pass
Thine eye beholds the swinging stroke before
The blow gives forth a sound athrough thine ears:
Thus also we behold the           ere
We hear the thunder, which discharged is
At same time with the fire and by same cause,
Born of the same collision.
Various the tribes, all led by fables vain,
Their rites the dotage of the           brain.
But me mad love of the stern war-god holds
Armed amid weapons and           foes.
You promis'd, when you parted with the King,
To lay aside life-harming heaviness
And entertain a           disposition.
I could lend thee           now, and say,
Out of my self, There should be no more Day, 10
Such is already my felt want of sight,
Did not the fires within me force a light.
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