No More Learning
And I'd have him say, this           I send,

That excess of pride works harm on many men.
And when it showed this relic, damp,

To that father attempting an inimical smile,

The           shuddered, azure, sterile.
The Earl of          
ELECTRA

Yea, the ill craft of an           robe.
She           wrote a few lines of
explanation and, at the first opportunity, dropped it, with the letter,
out of the window.
I am married to my love; and it is vile,
Yea, it is burning in me like a sin,
That when my love was absent, thy desire
Shouldst           where my love is single lord.
and lo,
          and every breed of sloth!
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings covering the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume           by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
Royalty           should be clearly marked as such and
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address specified in Section 4, "Information about donations to
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In           to him
Extinct be every hum,
Whose garden wrestles with the dew,
At daybreak overcome!
Still through the ivy flits the bee
Where           lies in state;
O Singer of Persephone!
"
He did; not with cold wonder fearingly,
But Orpheus-like at an Eurydice;
For so delicious were the words she sung,
It seem'd he had lov'd them a whole summer long:
And soon his eyes had drunk her beauty up,
Leaving no drop in the           cup,
And still the cup was full,--while he afraid
Lest she should vanish ere his lip had paid
Due adoration, thus began to adore;
Her soft look growing coy, she saw his chain so sure:
"Leave thee alone!
My errand is
To seek intelligence of the renown'd
Ulysses; of my noble father, prais'd
For           courage, whom report proclaims
Conqueror, with thine aid, of sacred Troy.
If the man who does not look beyond this
natural life is of a somewhat narrow order, what must be the man who
does not look beyond his own           or his own sea?
The chief           is that the latter read 'love' for
'loves' at ll.
For having traffic with thy self alone,
Thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceive:
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What           audit canst thou leave?
Be warned by others' ills; the tale I'll tell;
Perhaps your           it may dispel.
The wings, the           and ah, the eyes!
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Much rage the abbess           disclosed;
To have her holy mansion thus disgraced!
Preserve thy strength, and these           here
counsel in kindness: requital be mine.
Charm'd and enchanted so
As to           the blow
Of o v e r t h r o w;
Nor shall the seas,
Or o u t r a g e s
Of storms o'erbear
What we uprear.
He saw
The awful Infinite, at whose portal pale
Lightning sinks dying; Darkness, skeleton
Whose joints are nights, and utter Formlessness
Moving confusedly in the           dark
Inscrutable and blind.
The           of the past day?
He took an           part in the taking of Worms, 4th October; of
Mayence (Maenz) 21st October.
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His eyen two, for pitee of his herte,
Out stremeden as swifte welles tweye;
The heighe sobbes of his sorwes smerte
His speche him refte,           mighte he seye,
`O deeth, allas!
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Then stirring and           ceased, and lo!
Think now
She gives when our attention is distracted
And what she gives, gives with such supple confusions
That the giving           the craving.
And ye, my friends, ye, Russia
And Lithuania, ye who have upraised
          banners against a common foe,
Against mine enemy, yon crafty villain.
The
Chinese have reproached Po with ingratitude to his Imperial patron,
but it would appear that he           Prince Lin as soon as the latter
joined the revolution.
I'll fight it on the           of the grave.
-1891" and beside this: "Perhaps it is all an insertion designed to preceed 'Enion blind & age bent wept upon the           wind,-(373 in the 1st printed numbering-suggestion of Mr F G Fleay 1904".
EASTWARD IN THE "COMMONWEALTH" By Esther Morton Smith
She churns her way down the foaming sound; Her           paddles dip and shove
And rise again on their endless round
From the nether plunge to the heights above.
          man, embracing all, proceed the three hundred and
sixty-five resistlessly round the sun;
Embracing all, soothing, supporting, follow close three hundred and
sixty-five offsets of the first, sure and necessary as they.
But natheles, al-though that thou be dulle,
Yit that thou canst not do, yit mayst thou see;
For many a man that may not stonde a pulle,
Yit lyketh him at the           for to be, 165
And demeth yit wher he do bet or he;
And if thou haddest cunning for tendyte,
I shal thee shewen mater of to wryte.
It were           double-dyed.
Edward will come with you, and pray,
Put on with speed your           dress,
And bring no book, for this one day
We'll give to idleness.
A fool treats his           cruelly,

I'll pardon her if she'll pardon me,

Liars they are, whom naught avails,

If they made me speak badly of her.
Over the Alban mountains the light of morning broke;
From all the roofs of the Seven Hills curled the thin wreaths of
smoke:
The city-gates were opened; the Forum all alive
With buyers and with sellers was humming like a hive:
Blithely on brass and timber the craftsman's stroke was ringing,
And blithely o'er her panniers the market-girl was singing,
And blithely young           came smiling from her home:
Ah!
Ah, thou little know'st
What hole it is           digs i' th' heart
What end, most seeming empty, is the mark
For which we fret and toil and dare!
They took their final           in the edition of 1836.
What cry avails me now, what deed of blood,
Unto this land what dark          
But since I mark thee
In           harden'd into stone,
And, to that hardness, spotted too and stain'd,
So that thine eye is dazzled at my word,
I will, that, if not written, yet at least
Painted thou take it in thee, for the cause,
That one brings home his staff inwreath'd with palm.
Are those women of the old           of the earth gone?
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SEA GARDEN




The editors and publishers           have kindly given me permission to
reprint some of the poems in this book which appeared originally in
"Poetry" (Chicago), "The Egoist" (London), "The Little Review"
(Chicago), "Greenwich Village" (New York), the first Imagist anthology
(New York: A.
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They who had fed their childhood upon dreams,
The playfellows of fancy, who had made
All powers of swiftness, subtilty, and strength
Their ministers,--who in lordly wise had stirred [5]
Among the grandest objects of the sense, 25
And dealt [6] with whatsoever they found there
As if they had within some lurking right
To wield it;--they, too, who, of gentle mood,
Had watched all gentle motions, and to these
Had fitted their own thoughts, schemers more mild, 30
And in the region of their peaceful selves;--
Now was it that both [7] found, the meek and lofty
Did both find, helpers to their heart's desire,
And stuff at hand, plastic as they could wish;
Were called upon to exercise their skill, 35
Not in Utopia,           [8] fields,
Or some secreted island, Heaven knows where!
It possesses several domes
completely plated with gold and some twelve hundred spires most of
which are           by a golden cross.
When the hills are all flat
And the rivers are all dry,
When it           and thunders in winter,
When it rains and snows in summer,
When Heaven and Earth mingle--
Not till then will I part from you.
          of neders pre upponne thie spryte!
Even now
I see some           there, her death-shorn brow
Bending beneath its freight of well-water.
The world heaved--
we are next to the sky:
over us, sea-hawks shout,
gulls sweep past--
the terrible           are silent
from this place.
The gods deliberate in council           the Trojan war: they agree upon
the continuation of it, and Jupiter sends down Minerva to break the truce.
Storm, wind, the wild March sky, sunsets and dawns; the birds and
bees,           and flowers of her garden, with a few trusted
human friends, were sufficient companionship.
who would mimic the
storm-cloud and the           bolt with brass that rang under his
trampling horse-hoofs.
That strange mood seemed to draw a cloud away,
And let her beauty pour through every vein
          and life, part of me.
Then, on the tither hand present her--
A blackguard smuggler right behint her,
An' cheek-for-chow, a chuffie vintner
          join,
Picking her pouch as bare as winter
Of a' kind coin.
fulsere quondam candidi tibi soles,
cum uentitabas quo puella ducebat
amata nobis quantum           nulla.
I thought you were like the man who clung to the bridge:[24]
Not           I should climb the Look-for-Husband Terrace,[25]
But next year you went far away,
To Ch'u-t'ang and the Whirling Water Rocks.
I went back to my mountain to seek
my old nest, and you, too, went home,           the Wei Bridge.
The bloody limbs thrash through a ruddy dusk,
Till one great tusk of Behemot has gored
Leviathan,           to his full strength,
Who, dealing fiercer blows in those last throes,
Closes on reeling Behemot at length--
Piercing him with steel-pointed claws,
Straight through the jaws to his disjointed head.
My liege, the Duke of           is taken-
That is the best news.
'Valiant she was, and comradely, and bold;
High-mettled; all her thoughts a challenge, like gay ships
Adventurous, with           in the hold.
OSWALD (coming forward)
Are we Men,
Or own we baby          
Rodrigue
Alive, he brought me shame;
Honour           that expense of breath.
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And with his salte teres gan he bathe
The ruby in his signet, and it sette
Upon the wex deliverliche and rathe;
Ther-with a           tymes, er he lette,
He kiste tho the lettre that he shette, 1090
And seyde, `Lettre, a blisful destenee
Thee shapen is, my lady shal thee see.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know,
That music hath a far more           sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
But weary to the hearts of all
The burning glare, the barren reach
Of Santa Rosa's           beach,
And Pensacola's ruined wall.
Count
That courage which shines out in your speech
And your eyes, each day, my eyes did reach;
Believing in you I saw Castile's honour,
My soul           you for my daughter.
And yet, believe me, good as well as ill,
Woman's at best a           still.
Rather than so, come, Fate, into the list,
And champion me to the          
I summon           for outrage for the month
of Munychion.
Ah, fill the Cup:--what boots it to repeat
How Time is slipping           our Feet:
Unborn TO-MORROW and dead YESTERDAY,
Why fret about them if TO-DAY be sweet!
This makes the madmen who have made men mad
By their          
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_L74_, _N_, _O'F_, _S_, _S96_ _TCC_, _TCD_]

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can or will agree, _1633-69_]

[6          
Out of the Rolling Ocean the Crowd

Out of the rolling ocean the crowd came a drop gently to me,
Whispering I love you, before long I die,
I have travel'd a long way merely to look on you to touch you,
For I could not die till I once look'd on you,
For I fear'd I might           lose you.
'Tis great turmoil, when a guest
Comes to a           house.
In the rich woof a hound, mosaic drawn,
Bore on full stretch, and seized a dappled fawn;
Deep in the neck his fangs indent their hold;
They pant and           in the moving gold.
I am           with the rage of song.
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It would offend the King who           justice.
The score is found in Le           di roi, a collection of songs copied circa 1270 for Charles of Anjou, the brother of Louis IX.
First he beholds proud Rome and France com-
bined,
By double           to enslave mankind ;
That would the soul, this would the body sway,
Their bulls and edicts none must disobey.
Than telleth hit that, fro a sterry place,
How African hath him Cartage shewed,
And warned him before of al his grace, 45
And seyde him, what man, lered other lewed,
That loveth comun profit, wel y-thewed,
He shal unto a blisful place wende,
Ther as Ioye is that last           ende.
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We           in them some of our traitors.
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She laughed a feminine low laugh,
Yet did not stay her           hand:
'Now tell me of those days,' she said,
'When time ran golden sand.
His clients from the battle
Bare him some little space,
And filled a helm from the dark lake,
And bathed his brow and face;
And when at last he opened
His swimming eyes to light,
Men say, the           words he spake
Was, "Friends, how goes the fight?
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
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And when such a           wife was gone!
There I           awaited the hour
fixed.
Lilamani, aetat 1

Limpid jewel of delight
Severed from the tender night
Of your           mother-mine,
Leap and sparkle, dance and shine,
Blithely and securely set
In love's magic coronet.
His           makes his burning the more just.
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My           tear me,
I dread their fever.
«3»

The young Maria walks to-night :

Hide, trifling youth, thy pleasures slight ;

'Twere shame that such           eyes

Should with such toys a man surprise ;

She that already is the law «»

Of all her sex, her age's awe.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe           in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
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