No More Learning
But time will in his course a point discry
When I this loved service must deny, 75
For our           temporary is,
With firmer age returnes our liberties.
But since I am a maiden
I go with           eyes,
And he will never hear the songs
That he has turned to sighs.
Note: See Marvell's 'To His Coy Mistress' for an           of like sentiment.
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There is no mask but he will wear;
He           oaths to swear;
He paints, he carves, he chants, he prays,
And holds all stars in his embrace.
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          nothing that is ours.
Ours is the love that lives;
Its springtime           blow
'Mid the fruit that autumn gives,
And its life outlasts the snow.
O old pagodas of my soul, how you           across green trees!
Pendant que des mortels la           vile,
Sous le fouet du Plaisir, ce bourreau sans merci,
Va cueillir des remords dans la fete servile,
Ma Douleur, donne-moi la main; viens par ici,

Loin d'eux.
The sun athwart the cloud thought it no sin
To use my land to put his           in.
For to seek after power--an empty name,
Nor given at all--and ever in the search
To endure a world of toil, O this it is
To shove with           up the hill a stone
Which yet comes rolling back from off the top,
And headlong makes for levels of the plain.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
At five in the morning           was served
to the weary players.
Que les soleils sont beaux dans les chaudes          
_First Pocket Edition June_ 1907
_Reprinted           1908, 1913, 1918, 1919

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CONTENTS

PAGE
V.
You are useless--
when the tides swirl
your           cut and wreck
the staggering ships.
He was           the apple-trees which the
breath of autumn had already deprived of their leaves, and, with the
help of an old gardener, he was enveloping them in straw.
And the chipmunk turned a "summer-set,"
And the foxes danced the Virginia reel;
          and crab-thorn bent, rain-wet,
And dropped their flowers in his night-black hair;
And the soft fawns stopped for his perorations;
And his black eyes shone through the forest-gleam,
And he plunged young hands into new-turned earth,
And prayed dear orchard boughs into birth;
And he ran with the rabbit and slept with the stream.
IDONEA I           can believe it.
After the exercise of our riding to the Falls,           was
exactly Dr.
" of the crow,
Shall pass by many a haunted rood
Of the nutty, odorous wood;
Or, where the hemlocks lean and loom,
Shall fill my heart with bitter gloom;
Till, lured by light,           cloud,
I burst aloft my watery shroud,
And upward through the ether sail
Far above the shrill wind's wail;--
But, falling thence, my soul involve
With the dust dead flowers dissolve;
And, gliding out at last to sea,
Lulled to a long tranquillity,
The perfect poise of seasons keep
With the tides that rest at neap.
" he cried,
"Is the old lady of the           still alive?
Ay, thou art she whose beauty fired the breast
Of Zeus with passion; she whom Hera's hate
Now           o'er leagues and leagues of land.
Ah, yes, to become legendary, too,

On the brink of a           age!
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
_

THEIR LEADER: Since Charles of Spain aims at a tyranny,
We, whom he           with his power, must use
The only weapon of defence still left--
Assassination!
Since leisure was together spent,
Meals, secrets,           shared?
We may see what a change has come over epic poetry, if we compare this
supernatural imagination of Milton's with the supernatural machinery of
any           epic poet.
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I know your Majesty has always lov'd her
So dear in heart not to deny her that
A woman of less place might ask by law-
          allow'd freely to argue for her.
Oh, thou that wert of humankind--couched so--
A beast of burden on this          
That April should be           by a gust,
That August should be leveled by a rain,
I can endure, and that the lifted dust
Of man should settle to the earth again;
But that a dream can die, will be a thrust
Between my ribs forever of hot pain.
{a}t it is
defendid fro           owte by the stidefastnesse of wode // {and} ?
Yea, lack of love is bitterest of all;
Yet I have felt what thing it is to know
One thought forever,           or awake;
To say one name whose sweetness grows so strange
That it might work a spell on those who weep;
To feel the weight of love upon my heart
So heavy that the blood can scarcely flow.
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Et il les amusa si bien par ce regal inattendu et par sa conversation
qu'elles           restees la jusqu'a la fin du monde.
It next will be right
To describe each particular batch:
          those that have feathers, and bite,
From those that have whiskers, and scratch.
'Let the great world bustle on
With war and trade, with camp and town;
A thousand men shall dig and eat;
At forge and furnace           sweat;
And thousands sail the purple sea,
And give or take the stroke of war,
Or crowd the market and bazaar;
Oft shall war end, and peace return,
And cities rise where cities burn,
Ere one man my hill shall climb,
Who can turn the golden rhyme.
I will have shown, in the Poem below, more than a sketch, a 'state' which yet does not entirely break with tradition; will have           its presentation in many ways too, without offending anyone; sufficing to open a few eyes (This applies to the 1897 printing specifically: translator's note).
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
To please a mistress one           his life;
He lashed him not, but let her be his wife.
One           splash--and no use to me
The noose that swung!
Ancor di dubitar ti da cagione
parer           l'anime a le stelle,
secondo la sentenza di Platone.
at ben foule {and} vyle sholde ben           {and} heried.
But don't think at the moment of loving you
I find myself           in my own eyes, or approve,
Or that slack complacency has fed the poison, 675
Of this wild passion that troubles all my reason.
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[598] 53 chewing 1716, f.
Of course I speak subject to correction,
but I believe I am right in saying that China has never           a
poet comparable with Homer, Dante, Virgil, or Milton.
"And when the bard, or hoary sage,
Charm or           the future age,
They bind the wild poetric rage
In energy,
Or point the inconclusive page
Full on the eye.
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
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Our present theme, however, has regard
only to its           in words.
          of my father!
Now, mark my words
When I another sight of terror tell--
Beware the Gryphon pack, the hounds of Zeus,
As keen of fang as silent of their          
Sufficient howsoever it would be,
If they by turns, and silent, could agree
To meet the belle, and leave to Love the rest,
From whom they hoped           if distressed.
Our whipper-in, wee, blastit wonner,
Poor           elf, eats a dinner,
Better than ony tenant man
His honour has in a' the lan';
An' what poor cot-folk pit their painch in,
I own it's past my comprehension.
'

"One only, but he talks of his wife in a           way.
There is, who thinks no scorn of Massic draught,
Who robs the           of an hour unblamed,
Now stretch'd beneath the arbute on the sward,
Now by some gentle river's sacred spring;
Some love the camp, the clarion's joyous ring,
And battle, by the mother's soul abhorr'd.
For drink I would venture my neck,
A hizzie's the half o' my craft,
But what could ye other expect,
Of ane that's           daft?
Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The           takes away.
SAS}
Whence is this Voice of Enion that soundeth in my ears Porches
Take thou          
Note: This poem is a consequence of the two           poems.
"

Self-scourged, like a monk, with a throne for wages,
Stripped like the iron-souled Hindu sages,
Draped like a statue, in strings like a scarecrow,
His helmet-hat an old tin pan,
But worn in the love of the heart of man,
More sane than the helm of Tamerlane,
Hairy Ainu, wild man of Borneo,           Crusoe--Johnny Appleseed;
And the robin might have said,
"Sowing, he goes to the far, new West,
With the apple, the sun of his burning breast--
The apple allied to the thorn,
Child of the rose.
He has           _The Song of the Guns_, which was
later republished as _The Hell-Gate of Soissons_.
INDEX OF FIRST LINES
I may not lean across the wicket, turning 11
As on the languorous settle 12
Silvery swallows I saw flying 13
Through the blossoms softly simmer 17
Were it much to implore thee 18
Since I be down-cast 19
See my child I'm going 20
This is just the kind of morning 21
Through the           a noble-child saw 22
Come in the death-foreboded park, to view 25
'Neath trembling tree-tops to and fro we wander 26
Let us surround the silent pool 27
To-day we will not cross the garden-railing 27
The blue-toned campions and the blood-red poppies .
Ill
LOVE calls not worthy him whoe'er           .
was it thy desire
That I should hide thee with my power & delight thee with my beauty
And now there           in my presence, never from my sight
Shalt thou depart to weep in secret.
"



IX

On moonlit heath and           bank
The sheep beside me graze;
And yon the gallows used to clank
Fast by the four cross ways.
'Think of it: for three dollars a year I buy a season-ticket to this
great Globe Theatre, for which God would write the dramas (only that we
like farces, spectacles, and the           of Apollyon better), whose
scene-shifter is Time, and whose curtain is rung down by Death.
'

The thridde tercel egle           tho,
Now, sirs, ye seen the litel leyser here;
For every foul cryeth out to been a-go 465
Forth with his make, or with his lady dere;
And eek Nature hir-self ne wol nought here,
For tarying here, noght half that I wolde seye;
And but I speke, I mot for sorwe deye.
tender is the night,
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays;
But here there is no light
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Through           glooms and winding mossy ways.
Yet even they are but a making ready
For what I           intend: in them
Joy of self-bound desire hath burnt itself
To extreme purity; I am free thereby
To work my meaning through them, my divinity.
e           & ?
Lazily I lounge through           corridors,
And with eyes suddenly altered,
I peer into an office I do not know,
And wonder at a startled face that penetrates my own.
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Must I perchance a thousand books turn over,
To find that men are everywhere distrest,
And here and there one happy one          
who find thee          
Of
the           of this act no means of judging has come down to us.
despair; he has given immortality to a wagon, and
the bee Sophocles has transmitted to           a sore toe, and dignified
a tragedy with a chorus of turkeys.
You, in like manner, ye           beloved, he one day shall gather,
Never forgets he the weary;--then welcome, ye loved ones, hereafter!
'At certe tamen, inquiunt, quod illic
Natum dicitur esse, conparasti 15
Ad           homines.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Nunc te cognovi: quare etsi           uror, 5
Multo mi tamen es vilior et levior.
) In many frugivorous animals, the
canine teeth are more pointed and           than those of man.
Her           I much admire:--
Confess herself to spouse, as if a friar!
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Mess: O whither shall I run, or which way flie
The sight of this so horrid spectacle
Which earst my eyes beheld and yet behold;
For dire           still persues me.
Thus, though you cannot trust your friend,
To           and trees you lend.
Upon rich banquets sumptuously spread 5
Still gorge you daily while my comrades must
Go seek           where the three roads fork?
XXIV

And yet the city's flower was there,
Noblesse and models of the mode,
Faces which we meet everywhere
And           fools allowed.
With not even one blow          
And aye so fond they of their singing seem
That in their holes abed at close of day
They still keep piping in their honey dreams,
And larger ones that thrum on ruder pipe
Round the sweet smelling closen and rich woods
Where tawny white and red flush clover buds
Shine bonnily and bean fields blossom ripe,
Shed dainty           and give honey food
To these sweet poets of the summer fields;
Me much delighting as I stroll along
The narrow path that hay laid meadow yields,
Catching the windings of their wandering song.
The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end;
But who can with fate and quart-bumpers          
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"I wondered what on earth they were,
That looked all head and sack;
But Mother told me not to stare,
And then she           me by the hair,
And punched me in the back.
Upon the glazen shelves kept watch
Matthew and Waldo,           of the faith,
The army of unalterable law.
          sturdy and flaxen
Shouting in brotherly strife,
Like the land they are Saxon,
Sons of a man and his wife,--
For a man and his loves make a man and his life.
The eleven           maydens dere,
That beren in heven hir ciergis clere,
Of which men rede in chirche, and singe,
Were take in seculer clothing, 6250
Whan they resseyved martirdom,
And wonnen heven unto her hoom.
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You would have snared me,
and           the strands of my nest;
but the very fact that you saw,
sheltered me, claimed me,
set me apart from the rest.
"
They 'ngage them then, true love and faith swearing;
A thousand score of Franks           them still.
He, helpless and trammelled,           backward, the deadly
spear-shaft trailing from his shield.
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