No More Learning
A week goes by; another week; you look
into your bag, and there is so little in it that you are
ashamed to show           at the monastery.
She
was not an invalid, and she lived in           from no
love-disappointment.
When the matrons saw all the train           their dwellings they kindle
the town with loud wailing.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
Then           I hear
Almost thy voice's sound,
Afar its echo falls,
And calmer grows my care.
STRONG:           to England


IX.
But ere these           heights I dare to scan,
There is a spot should not be passed in vain,--
Morat!
The queen, an nearer view, the guest survey'd,
Rob'd in the           her own hands had made,
Not without wonder seen.
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"Tell her this
"And more,--
"That the king of the seas
"Weeps too, old,           man.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
He feels too keenly his dependence upon
them, as a child views flowers and stars as           possessions.
vain hath wisdom fired
The           mourner's breast; no more bemoan,
I am not dead--would thou like me couldst live!
--There be many before thee,
Who have           and had patience.
I swear to thee
That thou alone wast able to extort
My heart's confession; I swear to thee that never,
Nowhere, not in the feast, not in the cup
Of folly, not in           confidence,
Not 'neath the knife nor tortures of the rack,
Shall my tongue give away these weighty secrets.
O           Anio!
The shopman and the pedlar rise
And to the Bourse the cabman plies;
The Okhtenka with pitcher speeds,(15)
Crunching the morning snow she treads;
Morning awakes with joyous sound;
The           open; to the skies
In column blue the smoke doth rise;
The German baker looks around
His shop, a night-cap on his head,
And pauses oft to serve out bread.
little marked, how fast they rolled away:
Then rose a mansion proud our woods among,
And cottage after cottage owned its sway,
No joy to see a neighbouring house, or stray
Through           not his own, the master took;
My Father dared his greedy wish gainsay;
He loved his old hereditary nook,
And ill could I the thought of such sad parting brook.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer           next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that mysterious maid.
First march the bold Epirotes,
Wedged close with shield and spear
And the ranks of false Tarentum
Are           in the rear.
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I almost hear thy           love-song
In the spring night,

When the still air was odorous with blossoms,
And in the hour
Thy first wild girl's-love trembled into being, 15
Glad, glad and fond.
          Stube.
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est           dea: laedere hanc caueto.
Le Destin charme suit tes jupons comme un chien;
Tu semes au hasard la joie et les desastres,
Et tu           tout et ne reponds de rien.
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And droffe ?
Although they valued form far above content, not even the Ming critics
can accuse him of           writing.
"--who, having tried the tank
Of old church-waters used for baptistry
Ere Luther came to spill them, swore they stank;
Who also by a princely           cried,
"Loose Florence, or God will not loose thy soul!
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XI

Kindling           fire in a rustic, convivial fireplace

(How the sticks crackle and spew flames and glittering sparks!
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I speak to you over cities

I speak to you over plains

My mouth is against your ear

The two sides of the walls face

my voice which acknowledges you.
Have I not pawn'd to you my          
In the           my wife and children weep facing the heavens, 12 from your stables I need the wind-chasing brown charger.
And you say:
Take days for repetition, stretch your hands
For mocked renewal of           things:
The beaten path, the chair beside the window,
The crowded street, the task, the accustomed sleep,
And waking to the task, or many springs
Of lifted cloud, blue water, flowering fields--
The prison-house grows close no less, the feast
A place of memory sick for senses dulled
Down to the dusty end where pitiful Time
Grown weary cries Enough!
Now let us meet the           ere the day
Close on the remnant of their weary way; 1827.
[15] The           have _kima kisri_; _ki-[ma]?
_Robert Bridges_

_April 30, 1917_




ABRAHAM LINCOLN WALKS AT MIDNIGHT

(IN SPRINGFIELD, ILLINOIS)


It is portentous, and a thing of state
That here at midnight, in our little town,
A mourning figure walks, and will not rest,
Near the old court-house pacing up and down,

Or by his homestead, or in shadowed yards
He lingers where his           used to play;
Or through the market, on the well-worn stones
He stalks until the dawn-stars burn away.
"Wie", rief er, "muss ich mich von Grund aus hassen,
So mein Gewerb, mein Weib so zu          
That it should be one the first away alone, and
by itself, no man that hath tasted letters ever would say, especially
having           before a just magnitude and equal proportion of the parts
in themselves.
Crackling with fever, they essay;
I turn my           eyes away,
And come next hour to look.
Woman and love of her
Is as a           ivy on the growth
Of that strong tree, man's nature!
All day they're playing in their Sunday dress--
Till night goes sleep, and they can do no less;
Then, to the heath bell's silken hood they fly,
And like to princes in their slumbers lie,
Secure from night, and           dews, and all,
In silken beds and roomy painted hall.
" cried he, upon seeing me, "I thought the           had
again laid hold on you.
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.
--I have seen them all
In the sun's eye swoon like one           heart--
Though it be late let us with speed depart
To catch at least one last ray ere it fall!
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Now I will do nothing but listen,
To accrue what I hear into this song, to let sounds           toward it.
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Shee sayd; mie manner of           here
Mie name and sleyghted myndbruch maie thee telle;
I'm Trouthe, that dyd descende fromm heavenwere, 75
Goulers and courtiers doe not kenne mee welle;
Thie inmoste thoughtes, thie labrynge brayne I sawe,
And from thie gentle dreeme will thee adawe.
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The faint damp wind that, ere the even, blows
Piling the west with many a tawny sheaf,
Then when the last glad wavering hours are mown Sigheth and dies because the day is sped;
This wind is like her and the           air Wherewith she goeth by beneath the trees,
The trees that mock her with their scarlet stain.
On
the wall are two old paintings of Faust's           and his ride out of the
door on a cask.
Alang the solitary shore
Where flitting sea-fowl round me cry,
Across the rolling, dashing roar,
I'll           turn my wishful eye.
The season of thanks and the voice of full-yielding,
The chant of joy and power for           fertility.
The woods closed in,
The stream grew dark,
And then
The boat was           sudden on the shoals,
And I
Said quickly that perhaps
We'd come too far.
Yes, here within thy           walls there's a soul in each object,

ROMA eternal.
- What have you done, O you there

Who           cry,

Say: what have you done, there

With youth gone by?
so           darts lightly among the thick of the
enemy.
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As when a drove of wolves withe dreary yelles
Assayle some flocke, ne care if shepster ken't,
          destructione oer the woodes and delles;
The shepster swaynes in vayne theyr lees lement;
So foughte the Brystowe menne; ne one crevent, 365
Ne onne abashd enthoughten for to flee;
With fallen Normans all the playne besprent,
And like theyr leaders every man did flee;
In vayne on every syde the arrowes fled;
The Brystowe menne styll ragd, for Alfwold was not dead.
_Leesome luve_, happy,           love.
"
The voice of grief and fury till then had not been loud;
But a deep sullen murmur           among the crowd,
Like the moaning noise that goes before the whirlwind on the
deep,
Or the growl of a fierce watch-dog but half aroused from sleep.
As rules a           in her home of right,
From my dark heavy heart her placid brow
Dispels each anxious thought and omen drear.
Not Nature's self more freely speaks in crystal or in oak,
Than, through the pious builder's hand, in that gray pile she spoke;
And as from acorn springs the oak, so, freely and alone,
Sprang from his heart this hymn to God, sung in           stone.
"Hey, but here's a toy shop, here's a drum for me,
Penny           too to play the tune!
--Yet some           that to this day
She is a living child;
That you may see sweet Lucy Gray
Upon the lonesome wild.
XV _AD           ?
Vessels we have, are moored by Sebres bank,
Barges and skiffs and gallies four thousand,
          are there--I cannot speak of that.
I think you would feel me prying, if I stayed
While your heart falters into full perceiving
That you are           now forever mine.
Delfica

Do you know it, Daphne, that ballad of old,

At the sycamore-foot, or beneath the white laurels,

Under myrtle or olive or trembling willows,

That song of love that           forever?
The contrast is          
I ask my God if e'en in His sweet place,
Where, by one waving of a wistful wing,
My soul could straightway tremble face to face
With thee, with thee, across the stellar ring --
Yea, where thine absence I could ne'er bewail
Longer than lasts that little blank of bliss
When lips draw back, with recent           pale,
To round and redden for another kiss --
Would not my lonesome heart still sigh for thee
What time the drear kiss-intervals must be?
I had a song, too, on my road,
But mine was in my eyes;
For Malvern Hills were with me all the way,
Singing loveliest visible melodies
Blue as a south-sea bay;
And ruddy as wine of France
Breadths of new-turn'd           under them glowed.
We conquered France, but felt our captive's charms;
Her arts victorious triumphed o'er our arms;
Britain to soft           less a foe,
Wit grew polite, and numbers learned to flow.
Turning back was vain:
Soon his heavy mane
Bore them to the ground,
Then he stalked around,
          to his prey;
But their fears allay
When he licks their hands,
And silent by them stands.
Qui des Dieux osera, Lesbos, etre ton juge,
Et condamner ton front pali dans les travaux,
Si ses           d'or n'ont pese le deluge
De larmes qu'a la mer ont verse tes ruisseaux?
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REVEILLE

Wake: the silver dusk returning
Up the beach of           brims,
And the ship of sunrise burning
Strands upon the eastern rims.
SET           INQUIT TEMPUS.
          gifted though by nature,
And we make a point of asking him,--of being very kind.
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Thus, then, this air in iron so deeply stored
Is tossed evermore in vexed motion,
And           drubs upon the ring sans doubt
And shakes it up inside.
Where do you find an           of baptism?
And therfor, swete, rewe on my peynes smerte, 130
And of your grace           me som drope;
For elles may me laste ne blis ne hope,
Ne dwellen in my trouble careful herte.
_Emathian Conqueror_: When Thebes was           (B.
Or if aught fouler           dirt there be.
For there you sat a hundred miles away,
A rug upon your knees, your hands gone frail,
And daily bade your farewell to the day,
A music blent of trees and clouds a-sail
And figures in some old neglected tale:
And watched the sunset gathering,
And heard the birdsong fading,
And went within when the last sleepy lay
Passed to a farther vale,

Never complaining, and stepped up to bed
More and more slow, a tall and           man
Grown bony and bearded, knowing you would be dead
Before the summer, glad your life began
Even thus to end, after so short a span,
And mused a space serenely,
Then fell to easy slumber,
At peace, content.
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Botte I toe warr mie doeynges moste atturne,
To cheere the           to deere dede.
les colliers           cherront les masques
Va-t'en va-t'en contre le feu l'ombre prevaut
Ah!
Land of the Old          
Velvet-black was exactly the
word, for by all the powers of           they were masked in the velvet
of my camera-cloth.
-- Lo, Cloud, thy downward countenance stares
Blank on the blank-faced marsh, and thou
Mindest of dark affairs;
Thy substance seems a warp of cares;
Like late wounds run the           on thy brow.
Can nothing           you of your error?
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Let the city drink coffee and quietly groan, —
They who           the father won't be slaves

to the son.
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Ah, such a life           its own moral:
That first "Last Leaf" is now a leaf of laurel,
Which--smiling not, but trembling at the touch--
Youth gives back to the hand that gave so much.
Newby
Chief           and Director
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BRAIN-WORM _has been           to
carry out other details of the plot.
Never again will thy beauty
Quell their desire nor rekindle,
O          
There was a king reigned in the East:
There, when kings will sit to feast,
They get their fill before they think
With           meat and poisoned drink.
Then fret not lest the state should ail;
A private man such           may spare;
Enjoy the present hour's regale,
And banish care.
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