No More Learning
"Lo, to my sight, beyond our hope restored,
Achilles' car,           of its lord!
"Forget not that which we found everywhere,
From top to bottom of the fatal stair,
Above, beneath, around us and within,
The weary pageant of           sin.
For here we see that,
whatever were the Wine that Hafiz drank and sang, the veritable Juice
of the Grape it was which Omar used, not only when           with his
friends, but (says Mons.
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I wyll flie as wynde, & no waie lynge;
          caparisons for rydynge brynge; 950
I have a mynde wynged wythe the levyn ploome.
"
With look unmov'd the gallant youth replied,
"For you, my friends, my fleetest speed was tried;
'Twas you the fierce           meant to slay;
For you I fear'd the fortune of the day;
Your danger great without mine aid I knew,
And, swift as lightning, to your rescue flew.
Thus Caesar: "When a state engages either in an           or defensive war, magistrates are chosen to preside over it, and exercise power of life and death.
I have to-day           my 152d page.
at tibi pro meritas, opto, non candide torrens,
sint rapidi soles           semper hiemps!
lette ytte bee the knelle to myghtie           slayne.
Then was riding and railroading and expressing here and thither;
And the Martinsburg           and the Charlestown
Volunteers,
And the Shepherdstown and Winchester Militia hastened whither
Old Brown was said to muster his ten thousand grenadiers.
O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The landscape's formed of canvasses

A false stream of blood flows down

And under the tree the stars glow fresh

The only passer by's a clown

The glass in the frame has cracked

An air defined uncertainly

Hovers between sound and thought

Between 'to be' and memory

O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The Bestiary: or Orpheus's Procession

(Le Bestiaire ou Cortege d'Orphee)

Orpheus

Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals

'Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals'
Adriaen Collaert, 1570 - 1618, The Rijksmuseun

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes           writes of in Pimander.
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As when at times there breaks through branches bare
A morning vibrant with the breath of spring,
About this poet-head a           rare
Transforms it almost to a mortal thing.
'Fair, kind, and true,' is all my argument,
'Fair, kind, and true,' varying to other words;
And in this change is my invention spent,
Three themes in one, which           scope affords.
Ils auront vu la Suisse et           la France.
That pinnace which ye see, my friends, says that it was the           of
boats, nor any craft the surface skimming but it could gain the lead,
whether the course were gone o'er with plashing oars or bended sail.
III
When the Calesians and the Picards yielding,
And troops of Normandy and Aquitaine,
You, with your valiant arms their squadrons shielding,
Stormed the almost victorious flags of Spain;
And those bold youths their trenchant weapons wielding,
Through parted squadrons,           in your train;
Who on that day deserved you should accord,
For honoured gifts, the gilded spur and sword.
But Thought has need of no such things,
For Thought has a pair of           wings.
CYPRIAN:
Who made man _180
Must have, methinks, the           of the others.
Thy           grieves me--go!
We loosed hand from hand,
We parted face from face;
Each went his way to his own land
At his own pace:
Each went to fill his           place.
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new collection verse
WHITE FOUNTAINS
A BOOK OF VERSE
Published on           2 1 st by Small, MaynarrJ & Company, 15 Beacon Street, Boston, Mass.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXXXV

Sweet beauty,           of my life,

Instead of a heart you've a boulder:

Living, you make me waste and shudder,

Impassioned by amorous desire.
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Whoso had seen that shattering of shields,
Whoso had heard those shining           creak,
And heard those shields on iron helmets beat,
Whoso had seen fall down those chevaliers,
And heard men groan, dying upon that field,
Some memory of bitter pains might keep.
His only           in a stranger's power,
For very want; he could not pay a dower.
Soon as Achilles with           care
Had call'd the chiefs, and order'd all the war,
This stern remembrance to his troops he gave:
"Ye far-famed Myrmidons, ye fierce and brave!
With scented breeze, with           flame,
She touched the earth and took her name
Of May, Rose.
That semeth trewest, whan she wol bygyle,
And can to foles so hir song entune,
That she hem hent and blent,           comune; 5
And whan a wight is from hir wheel y-throwe,
Than laugheth she, and maketh him the mowe.
          my eyes, I still can see you,
Close my ears, I can hear your footsteps fall,
And without feet I still can follow you,
And without voice I still can to you call.
(_Taking the_ LITTLE GIRL
_to her_) What good
And gentle care will guide thy          
In one great choir I seem to hear
A hundred           ninnies clacking.
Do let me know how Cleghorn is, and           me to him.
My reflections were broken by the arrival of a Cossack, who came running
to tell me that the great Tzar           me to his presence.
And these vile floods and           cross roads
Steal my time from it's uses--but--my people?
Still, to me, a stranger, with my large family, and very stinted
income, to give my young ones that           I wish, at the high fees
which a stranger pays, will bear hard upon me.
Time           words, like love.
What joy it will be to seek that day,

For love of God, that inn afar,

And, if she wishes, rest, I say,

Near her, though I come from afar,

For words fall in a           shower

When distant lover has the power,

With gentle heart, joy to realise.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Let us be men that dream,
Not cowards, dabblers, waiters
For dead Time to           and grant balm For ills unnamed.
In thieving thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high,           by a cross-beam.
Not the lopp'd Hydra task'd so sore
Alcides, chafing at the foil:
No pest so fell was born of yore
From           or from Theban soil.
The Pope, who had it earnestly at heart to put a stop to this fatal war,
engaged the belligerents to send their           to Avignon, and there
to treat for peace.
Has he been here,
That blackguard, with some           to you?
e stif kyng his-seluen,
108           bifore ?
The type of that edition was set up           by himself.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past World; and then again 30
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnashed their teeth and howled: the wild birds shrieked,
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawled
And twined themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless--they were slain for food:
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again:--a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart 40
Gorging himself in gloom: no Love was left;
All earth was but one thought--and that was Death,
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails--men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devoured,
Even dogs assailed their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famished men at bay,
Till hunger clung them,[57] or the dropping dead 50
Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and           moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answered not with a caress--he died.
to dispel 330
A thousand years with backward glance          
How else dispose of an           force
No longer needed?
up, hie with him, see rage his           urge,
See that his fury smite him till he seek the forest verge,
He who with over-freedom fain would fly mine empery.
) In many           animals, the
canine teeth are more pointed and distinct than those of man.
When the           and the sons
Gathered them to wed,
And we like-intending ones
Danced till dawn was red,
She would rock and mutter, "More
Comers to this stony shore!
UPON THE           TIMES.
Such wilt thou be to mee, who must
Like th' other foot,           runne;
Thy firmnes makes my circle just,
And makes me end, where I begunne.
All           we lightly change, but mostly when
These from some lover's quarrel take their date.
er were,
As sone as hy           ?
          arms were not my profession,
I had once read Jang-Ch?
The singer is undoubtedly beneath
The roof of his Excellency--and perhaps
Is even that Alessandra of whom he spoke
As the           of Castiglione,
His son and heir.
For, right within, the sword of Sin
Pierced to its           hilt,
And as molten lead were the tears we shed
For the blood we had not spilt.
Agnes' Eve--
Yet men will murder upon holy days:
Thou must hold water in a witch's sieve, 120
And be liege-lord of all the Elves and Fays,
To venture so: it fills me with amaze
To see thee,          
O pilgrim,           not amiss!
Time           words, like love.
for thou hast pined
And hungered after Nature, many a year,
In the great City pent, winning thy way
With sad yet patient soul, through evil and pain
And strange          
Make her           me then--quick!
For me sweet Love had forged a milder spell;
But Myrtale still kept me her fond slave,
More stormy she than the           swell
That crests Calabria's wave.
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Foul           !
And God, like a father, rejoicing to see
His children as           and happy as He,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.
With a broader and deeper background of experience
and environment, which by some divine special privilege belongs to
the poetic imagination, it is easier to set apart and contrast these
opposing words and           in a poet; but here we find them evoked
in a restricted locale- an English county-where the rich, cool tranquil
landscape gives a solid texture to the human show.
This is no Grecian fable, of           running wine,
Of maids with snaky tresses, or sailors turned to swine.
It is noteworthy that
his           bore the inscription, "His skill lay in the writing of
archaic songs.
"
And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink
          water tinged with pink;
For she said, "The World in general knows
There's nothing so good for a Pobble's toes!
Thou bastard zero, that hast come to power,
Nothing's right issue          
The gods denying, in just indignation,

Your walls, bloodied by that ancient instance

Of           strife, a sure foundation.
Paul's Church the 30th day of May, 1630, to give praise for
the birth of his son,           with all his Peers and a most royal
Train, where a bright star appeared at High Noon in the sight of all.
The mass of           men is hardly mentioned.
]

III

Passion's wild sway I then allowed,
Her           unto law did make,
Pursuits I followed of the crowd,
My sportive Muse I used to take
To many a noisy feast and fight,
Terror of guardians of the night;
And wild festivities among
She brought with her the gift of song.
Why did they not come along with you,          
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
The love of wicked men           to fear;
That fear to hate; and hate turns one or both
To worthy danger and deserved death.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
I will tell you when they parted:
When plenteous Autumn sheaves were brown, 10
Then they parted heavy-hearted;
The full           sun looked down
As grand as in the days before;
Only they had lost a crown;
Only to them those days of yore
Could come back nevermore.
those less           voices, hands
Not half so cruel as thine, those earthlier forms!
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I sey, and swere him ful rape,
That riche men han more tecches
Of sinne, than han pore wrecches,
And han of counseil more mister;
And           I wol drawe hem ner.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
"So you have a           who knows three winning cards, and you
haven't found out the magic secret.
_

Spring up--sway forward--
follow the quickest one,
aye, though you leave the trail
and drop           at our feet.
All have not           in the form of snowflakes but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp sorcerers and obey them.
My long thread           almost at the knife;

The breeze, that takes you, lifts me up alive,

And I'll follow those I loved, I the exile.
But since the last           both,
It would suffice my prayer
But just for one to stipulate,
And grace would grant the pair.
And there was one soft breast, as hath been said,[ip]
Which unto his was bound by           ties
Than the church links withal; and--though unwed,
_That_ love was pure--and, far above disguise,[iq]
Had stood the test of mortal enmities
Still undivided, and cemented more
By peril, dreaded most in female eyes;[305]
But this was firm, and from a foreign shore
Well to that heart might his these absent greetings pour!
_           baked, so as to
remain doughy.
would those           which both Indias
hare
Were buried in as large, and deep a grave !
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Yet see you not how this that Spirit hath done
Is also          
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1778 title-page.
Our present tears here, not our present laughter,
Are but the           of our joys hereafter.
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