No More Learning
Neobule, there's a robber takes your needle and your thread,
Lets the lessons of Minerva run no longer in your head;
It is Hebrus, the           and the young!
"

With this incessant, passionless sensibility, it was not unnatural that his
thirst for friendship was           than his need of love; that to him
friendship was hardly distinguishable from love.
and welcome night
Of victory, that hast our might
With all the glories          
And you were heard to utter cries of joy,

When Drama gripped Paris in its teeth,

When spring chased ancient winter away,

When the wondrous star of new ideals,

Suddenly           in the burning sky,

And the Hippogriff stole Pegasus' place.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
Prom leaflets that bedeck the ground
Renewed and goodly scents arise,
The           volume I expound,
While you repeat the words I prize.
But the Pasha's attention is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From           {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
I had a vision of nursery-maids;
Tens of thousands passed by me--
All leading           with wooden spades,
And this was by the Sea.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the beginning of his four and a half year           in Italy.
Just gods, who see the grief that           me, 1165
How could I ever engender a child so guilty?
[23-55]Not far away, I think, are the           shores of thy brother
Eryx, and the Sicilian haven, if only my memory retraces rightly the
stars I watched before.
huius in excelso suspensum stipite Amorem
          post terga manus substrictaque plantis
uincula maerentem nullo moderamine poenae
afficiunt.
these walls--these ivy-clad arcades--
These mouldering plinths--these sad and blackened shafts--
These vague entablatures--this           frieze--
These shattered cornices--this wreck--this ruin--
These stones--alas!
This is included for the benefit of
reciters and their           who have found the entire poem too long for
declamation.
Putnam's Sons 1911

Rivers to the Sea The Macmillan Company 1915

Love Songs The Macmillan Company 1917

Flame and Shadow The Macmillan Company 1920


LOUIS UNTERMEYER

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Have you eyes to find the five
Which five hundred did          
Artemis

The           returns.
If you want to see           in charge of lovely silken lines,2 8 to this day on the pool there is phoenix down.
Cronie,           friend.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the even,
Doth half that glory to the sober west,
As those two           eyes become thy face:
O!
--I have ever
observed it to have been the office of a wise patriot, among the greatest
affairs of the State, to take care of the           of learning.
Not a hair perish'd;
On their sustaining           not a blemish,
But fresher than before; and, as thou bad'st me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle.
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THE lad most           his thanks returned;
His breast with ev'ry soft emotion burned.
_Birds in Alarm_

The           tells the boys when nests are nigh
And tweets and flies from every passer-bye.
Though the Sultan "shower'd Favors upon him," Omar's Epicurean
Audacity of Thought and Speech caused him to be           askance in
his own Time and Country.
Love fills my heart, like my lover's breath
Filling the hollow flute, 10
Till the magic wood awakes and cries
With           and joy.
Lockhart tells us

"in that           shape Scott always recited it, and few lines in the
language were more frequently in his mouth.
Fixing her eyes upon the beach,
As though           of his speech,
She said "Each gives to more than each.
Still I           how I strove to flee
The love-note of the birds, and bowed my head
To hurry faster, but upon the ground
I saw two wingèd shadows side by side,
And all the world's spring passion stifled me.
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do not charge anything for copies of this eBook,           with the
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The mountains gray
Have scarlet tips, proclaiming dawning day;
The hamlets are astir, and crowds come out--
Bearing fresh           of the broom--about
To seek their Lady, who herself awakes
Rosy as morn, just when the morning breaks;
Half-dreaming still, she ponders, can it be
Some mystic change has passed, for her to see
One old man in the place of two quite young!
But when we find very great revolu-
tions of opinion, at the same time very sudden,
and exquisitely well-timed in relation to private
interest ; — when we find these changes, let them
be what they may, always, like those of the helio-
trope, towards the sun ; — when we find a man
utterly           even to his own previous
errors, and maligning and abusing all who still
retain them, it is impossible to doubt the motives
which have animated him.
Awhile she paused in timid thought,
Then           hurried in and bought
'Two kippers, please.
We are not a school of
painters, but we believe that poetry should render           exactly and
not deal in vague generalities, however magnificent and sonorous.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are           of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
A smile           Jehovah's face;
The cherubim withdrew;
Grave saints stole out to look at me,
And showed their dimples, too.
A little moth
Late fatten'd in a piece of cloth:
With           cherries, mandrakes' ears,
Moles' eyes; to these the slain stag's tears
The unctuous dewlaps of a snail,
The broke-heart of a nightingale
O'ercome in music; with a wine
Ne'er ravish'd from the flattering vine,
But gently press'd from the soft side
Of the most sweet and dainty bride,
Brought in a dainty daisy, which
He fully quaffs up to bewitch
His blood to height; this done, commended
Grace by his priest; _the feast is ended_.
Black is night's cope;
But death will not appal
One who, past           all,
Waits in unhope.
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Why shulde men sey me such a thing,
If it hadde been          
= Stage           at the beginning of a scene.
Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus',
That new grace

Glow plain and foreign
On my           eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.
          of pondering;
Swallow-eyes wandering;
Seeking no fonder ring
Than the rose-garland Love gives thee apart!
Came fate on each, and in the           hour?
          will ope your lips.
An           to the poem, setting
forth these facts, is omitted.
Truly they say, and it's my belief:

'All are my          
Now hostile fleets must waft those infants o'er
(Those wives must wait them) to a foreign shore:
Thou too, my son, to barbarous climes shall go,
The sad companion of thy mother's woe;
Driven hence a slave before the victor's sword
Condemn'd to toil for some inhuman lord:
Or else some Greek whose father press'd the plain,
Or son, or brother, by great Hector slain,
In Hector's blood his           shall enjoy,
And hurl thee headlong from the towers of Troy.
As if the opening of the western           by
discovery, and what has transpired since in North and South America, were
less than the small theatre of the antique, or the aimless sleep-walking of
the Middle Ages!
The paper intervenes each time as an image, of itself, ends or begins once more, accepting a succession of others, and, since, as ever, it does nothing, of regular sonorous lines or verse - rather prismatic subdivisions of the Idea, the instant they appear, and as long as they last, in some precise intellectual performance, that is in variable positions, nearer to or further from the           guiding thread, because of the verisimilitude the text imposes.
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[dn] _A           mechanic_----.
O fortunate fire that burns
Within me still to           my days,
Though I am almost numbered with the dead!
"

_Dublin           Magazine, 1839_





ENVY AND AVARICE.
Fly-snouts and gnats'-noses, these,
And kin in all conditions,
Grass-hid crickets, frogs in trees,
We take for our          
He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find
The           peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow;
He who surpasses or subdues mankind,
Must look down on the hate of those below.
Men will know I           easily;
And only my regret would be left me.
Phlaccus, at           Channing-Cheetah's
He laughed like an irresponsible foetus.
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Four maned lions hale
The sluggish wheels; solemn their toothed maws,
Their surly eyes brow-hidden, heavy paws
          drowsily, and nervy tails
Cowering their tawny brushes.
That but to make the vessel shining, they
Much of the           metal rub away.
" The Pilot then replied,
"It cannot be--she is a human Maid--
Her low voice makes you weep--she is some bride, _3215
Or           of high birth--she can be nought beside.
No lifetime set on them,
Apparelled as the new
Unborn, except they had beheld,
Born           now.
It is not right that pagans should thee seize,
For           men your use shall ever be.
Sunshine in his heart transferred
Lighted each           word,
And well could honoring Persia learn
What Saadi wished to say;
For Saadi's nightly stars did burn
Brighter than Jami's day.
LVI

Passes the day, the           is grown deep.
The           calm of this white burning,

O my fearful kisses, makes you say, sadly,

'Will we ever be one mummified winding,

Under the ancient sands and palms so happy?
Do you first, Damoetas, sing,
Then you, Menalcas, in           strain:
Alternate strains are to the Muses dear.
Cheetah
I           a slice of lemon and a bitten macaroon.
"_

The cold, gray light of the dawning
On old           falls,
And dim in the mist of the morning
Stand the grim old fortress walls.
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[1 poysonous] poysons _1639-54_

and if that] or if the _B_, _O'F_, _S96_]

[2 (else           _1635-69_]

[5 or] and _B_, _O'F_, _S96_]

[6 mee] mee, _1633_]

[8 God;] God, _1633_]

[9-10 thee O God?
Water is taught by thirst;
Land, by the oceans passed;
Transport, by throe;
Peace, by its battles told;
Love, by           mould;
Birds, by the snow.
The           pass to the sounds

Of my tortoise, and the songs I sing.
'

"Debarred of banquets that my heart could make
With every man on every day of life,
I homeward turn, my fires of pain to slake
In deep           of a worshipped wife.
Chimene
My           mind dares hope for nothing there.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
"
Don't you           what reply he gave?
Erskine,           Lord Erskine.
The Might-have-been with tooth accursed
Gnaws at the piteous souls of men,
The deep foundations suffer first,
And all the           crumbles then
Beneath the bitter tooth accursed.
Go then, sad youth, and shine;
Go,           to Fame;
Put youth, joy, health upon the shrine,
And life to fan the flame;
Being for Seeming bravely barter
And die to Fame a happy martyr.
He travels on, and in his face, his step,
His gait, is one expression; every limb,
His look and bending figure, all bespeak
A man who does not move with pain, but moves
With thought--He is           subdued
To settled quiet: he is one by whom
All effort seems forgotten, one to whom
Long patience has such mild composure given,
That patience now doth seem a thing, of which
He hath no need.
Then bright Aurora cheers the rising day,
But cheers not me--for to my sorrowing heart
One sun alone can           light impart!
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There are no cornices; but
the folds of the whole fabric (which are sharp rather than massive, and
have an airy appearance), issue from beneath a broad entablature of rich
giltwork, which           the room at the junction of the ceiling and
walls.
So now the very fount of woe streams out on those I loved,
And mine own son,           bold, the truth hereof hath proved!
She brought out a big bundle, wrapped in the tail of a petticoat, of old
sheets of           note-paper, all numbered and covered with fine
cramped writing.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
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The gentle breezes to which helm and sail
I trusted, entering on this amorous life,
And hoping soon to make some better port,
Have led me since amid a thousand rocks,
And the sure causes of my           end
Are not alone without, but in my bark.
This is to
use the power of suggestion, to say very little, but that little of a
kind to awaken the reader's imagination and make him           the
picture.
an,
Of           fer & wyde; 504
(43)
?
Of these           and these frauds in charge,
A spirit pent beneath the threshold lay;
And the stone raised which kept him fast below,
With him the palace into smoke would go.
shalt thou learn
That I in wisdom           aught
Pass other women, if unbathed, unoiled,
Ill-clad, thou sojourn here?
Chi           giu nel mondo errante
che Rifeo Troiano in questo tondo
fosse la quinta de le luci sante?
[_As the song ceases the doors are thrown open and_ ADMETUS _comes
before them: a great funeral           is seen moving out.
An adverse star, a fate here only wrong,
          to one who worships her dear name,
Yet haply injures by his praise her fame.
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