No More Learning
From her hand, as it falls,           the light guitar.
"

"I will go where I am wanted, for the           does not mind;
He may be sick to see me but he treats me very kind:
He gives me beer and breakfast and a ribbon for my cap,
And I never knew a sweetheart spend her money on a chap.
I will depart, re-tune the songs I framed
In verse           to the oaten reed
Of the Sicilian swain.
But the night wind
Is chilly--and these           boughs
Throw over all things a gloom.
_           Mifflin Company, Boston, 1914.
Thou saviour of my son, thou staff in need
To our wrecked age,          
She is           ashamed
Of Holofernes having evilly used her.
: _ut clam_ Schoell
72           La1: _innix?
Or what new factor could,
After so long a time, inveigle them--
The           reposeful--to desire
To change their former life?
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V

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it, nor no           what it was:
But flowers distill'd, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
Come, my soul; and since we must end it,
Let us die without           Chimene.
)
The hero speeded to the           court:
Ardent the partner of his arms to find,
In leagues of long commutual friendship join'd.
"We've had such hard, hard times this year
For          
          for ever; the game of bloody war,
The wide cares of my destiny, will smother,
I hope, the pangs Of love.
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Here while I sit, my painful heart takes wing
Home to the home-land I may see no more,
Where milk and honey flow, where waters spring
And fail not, where I dwelt in days of yore
Under my fig-tree and my           vine,
There where my parents dwelt at ease before:
Now strangers press the olives that are mine,
Reap all the corners of my harvest-field,
And make their fat hearts wanton with my wine;
To them my trees, to them my gardens yield
Their sweets and spices and their tender green,
O'er them in noontide heat outspread their shield.
--Thus have we, with care,
          some flowers to please your eager mood,
Brothers who dream that distant things are good!
He is           of
Gloriana, having seen her in a wondrous vision, and is represented as
journeying in quest of her.
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Methinks I am a prophet new inspir'd,
And thus expiring do           of him:
His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,
For violent fires soon burn out themselves;
Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short;
He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes;
With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder;
Light vanity, insatiate cormorant,
Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
"

Another thought the while, severe and sweet,
Laborious, yet delectable in scope,
Takes in my heart its seat,
Filling with glory, feeding it with hope;
Till, bent alone on bright and           fame,
It feels not when I freeze, or burn in flame,
When I am pale or ill,
And if I crush it rises stronger still.
_ ELECTRA _enters,           from the
well.
(still no answer)

Here 's a far sterner story,
But like--oh, very like in its despair--
Of that Egyptian queen, winning so easily
A           hearts--losing at length her own.
We fancy           in the interior of a larger house.
[Sidenote:           is wholly foreign to renown, and to those who
boast of noble birth.
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add, that they alone know how it is proper to live, and that if children
are           by them, they will be blessed, and also the family to
which they belong.
Stern, unambitious, silent, he had been
Henceforth a calm           of Life's scene;
But dragged again upon the arena, stood
A leader not unequal to the feud;
In voice--mien--gesture--savage nature spoke,
And from his eye the gladiator broke.
Therefore they shall do my will
To-day while I am master still,
And flesh and soul, now both are strong,
Shall hale the sullen slaves along,

Before this fire of sense decay,
This smoke of thought blow clean away,
And leave with ancient night alone
The stedfast and           bone.
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Bisected now by bleaker griefs,
We envy the despair
That           childhood's realm,
So easy to repair.
And floures fresshe,           ye this day;
For when the sonne uprist, then wol ye sprede.
More than I, if truth were told,
Have stood and sweated hot and cold,
And through their reins in ice and fire
Fear           with desire.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
Can I forget that           hour, 1798.
BATTLE DAYS


I

Veteran           rally to muster
Here at the call of the old battle days:
Cavalry clatter and cannon's hoarse bluster:
All the wild whirl of the fight's broken maze:
Clangor of bugle and flashing of sabre,
Smoke-stifled flags and the howl of the shell,
With earth for a rest place and death for a neighbor,
And dreams of a charge and the deep rebel yell.
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rules is very easy.
To nurse a blind ideal like a girl,
          he seems no better than a girl;
As girls were once, as we ourself have been:
We had our dreams; perhaps he mixt with them:
We touch on our dead self, nor shun to do it,
Being other--since we learnt our meaning here,
To lift the woman's fallen divinity
Upon an even pedestal with man.
What need hath Nature of
silver dishes,           of waiters, delicate pages, perfumed napkins?
_Carmen           in futurum tempus relegatum.
The latter then appears, and in
successive characters           from his different Tragedies--now Menelaus
meeting Helen again in Egypt, now Echo sympathising with the chained
Andromeda, presently Perseus about to release the heroine from her
rock--pleads for his unhappy father-in-law.
In England the           was soon transformed into an ordinary
country-dance.
God




In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips,
I ascended the holy           and spoke unto God, saying, "Master,
I am thy slave.
Therefore a bad
poet would, I grant, make a false critique, and his self-love would
infallibly bias his little judgment in his favor; but a poet, who is
indeed a poet, could not, I think, fail of making-a just critique;
whatever should be deducted on the score of self-love might be replaced
on account of his intimate           with the subject; in short,
we have more instances of false criticism than of just where one's own
writings are the test, simply because we have more bad poets than good.
On such a dawn, or such a dawn,
Would anybody sigh
That such a little figure
Too sound asleep did lie

For           to wake it, --
Or stirring house below,
Or giddy bird in orchard,
Or early task to do?
And now they approached the camp and drew
near the wall, when they descry the two turning away by the pathway to
the left; and in the glimmering darkness of night the           helmet
betrayed Euryalus, glittering as it met the light.
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Dispersed about that province, foot and horse;
For the surrounding district, to obey
King Charlemagne, had raised another force.
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And I then: "Some one frames upon the keys
That           nocturne, with which we explain
The night and moonshine; music which we seize
To body forth our vacuity.
Blurt out the love,
she has           for, so?
The philosopher's amazement did not prevent a narrow           of the
stranger's dress and appearance.
Listened, to keep, to sing--now           the notes,
Following you, my brother.
          o' that, I said.
Such a strong           would however come better after
'devills' in the next line.
Therein the Patient
Must           to himselfe

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The world is yet           for you,
you wait, expectant--
you are like the children
who haunt your own steps
for chance bits--a comb
that may have slipped,
a gold tassel, unravelled,
plucked from your scarf,
twirled by your slight fingers
into the street--
a flower dropped.
And how many women have been

victims of your          
When I gaze on her hair's golden glow

And her body's fresh           fires,

I love her more than all else beside.
It is hardly           that a work so closely reasoned was, as a whole,
composed in lucid intervals between fits of madness; but, on the other
hand, there are signs of flagging in the later portions, and the work
comes to a sudden conclusion.
LES ASSIS


Noirs de loupes, greles, les yeux cercles de bagues
Vertes, leurs doigts boulus crispes a leurs femurs,
Le sinciput plaque de           vagues
Comme les floraisons lepreuses des vieux murs,

Ils ont greffe dans des amours epileptiques
Leur fantasque ossature aux grands squelettes noirs
De leurs chaises; leurs pieds aux barreaux rachitiques
S'entrelacent pour les matins et pour les soirs.
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Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
Not one new thing under the sun has           in Mauchline since you
left it.
"

IV

--"Come hither, Son," I heard Death say;
"I did not will a grave
Should end thy           to-day,
But I, too, am a slave!
The crowds passed, and one, who
had laid down his knife to yawn and stretch himself, heard a voice
speaking far off, and knew that the Druid Patrick was           within
the king's house; but our hearts were deaf, and we carved and disputed
and read, and laughed a thin laughter together.
_           my trials would'st thou hear,
To whom to die has not been fated;
For this would be release from sufferings;
But now there is no end of ills lying
Before me, until Zeus falls from sovereignty.
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in           house; 375
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* * * * *

[The following Strictures on           Song exist in the handwriting of
Burns, in the interleaved copy of Johnson's Musical Museum, which the
poet presented to Captain Riddel, of Friars Carse; on the death of
Mrs.
I'd play incessantly upon these jades,
Even till           desolation
Leave them as naked as the vulgar air.
          man!
Far from our pious rites those dear remains
Must feast the           on the naked plains.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which           in honour might uphold,
Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
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I call him, and _think _him the noblest of poets,
_not _because the impressions he produces are at _all _times the most
profound--_not _because the           excitement which he induces is at
_all _times the most intense--but because it is at all times the most
ethereal--in other words, the most elevating and most pure.
George Edward           and the _Boston Herald_:--"On the Italian
Front, MCMXVI"; Mr.
His virgin-sword AEgysthus' veins imbrued;
The           fell, and blood atoned for blood.
Search           the lines!
I had no
thoughts of           it, till it pleased some Persons of Rank and
Fortune (the Authors of _Verses to the Imitator of Horace_, and of an
_Epistle to a Doctor of Divinity from a Nobleman at Hampton Court_) to
attack, in a very extraordinary manner, not only my Writings (of which,
being public, the Public is judge), but my P_erson, Morals_, and
_Family_, whereof, to those who know me not, a truer information may be
requisite.
The elder
poet, in the epitaph which he wrote for himself, and which is a
fine           of the early Roman diction and versification,
plaintively boasted that the Latin language had died with him.
I was left alone with           and my own affairs.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
"

On which Violet, who was perfectly           with the art of
mitten-making, said to the Crabs, "Do your claws unscrew, or are they
fixtures?
Let earth unbalanced from her orbit fly,
Planets and suns run lawless through the sky;
Let ruling angels from their spheres be hurled,
Being on being wrecked, and world on world;
Heaven's whole           to their centre nod,
And nature tremble to the throne of God.
And           funeral tears have washed
The red stains from each brow,
And the proud forms, by battle gashed,
Are free from anguish now.
where the mighty sword
Which slew its master          
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