No More Learning
So, indeed, is the tragedy of _The Trojan Women_;
but on very           lines.
She had long
considered Miss Leland among           things, like the chimney-pots on
the roof, and submitted, as we do, to any unalterable fact, but had
never praised her or expressed liking in any way.
Then
The sun was his turned-up broken barrel,
Out of which his juicy apples rolled,
Down the           terraces,
Thumping across the gold,
An angel in each apple that touched the forest mold,
A ballot-box in each apple,
A state capital in each apple,
Great high schools, great colleges,
All America in each apple,
Each red, rich, round, and bouncing moon
That touched the forest mold.
The dogs were           provided for,
But shortly afterwards the parrot died too.
in the cross-ways used you not
On grating straw some           tune
To mangle?
The honorable orators,
Always the honorable orators,
Buttoning the buttons on their prinz alberts,
Pronouncing the syllables "sac-ri-fice,"
          those bitter salt-soaked syllables--
Do they ever gag with hot ashes in their mouths?
II

His crimson form, with clang and chime,
Flashed on each murk and murderous meeting-time,
And kings invoked, for rape and raid,
His           aid in rune and rhyme.
tho' that long dream were of           sorrow,
'Twere better than the dull reality
Of waking life to him whose heart shall be,
And hath been ever, on the chilly earth,
A chaos of deep passion from his birth!
"
I asked           him.
--
'Tis true that when we've set him well alight
(As I, please God, have set this Morris burning)
We must be serving him like           worshipt;
But is it to a man we kneel?
XI

--Not a           cares in Lodi
How Napoleon swept each arch,
Or where up and downward trod he,
Or for his memorial March!
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
For, thou           me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body's treason;
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,
But rising at thy name doth point out thee,
As his triumphant prize.
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
_
By the mighty word thus spoken
Both for living and for dying,
We our homage-oath, once broken,
Fasten back again in sighing,
And the creatures and the           renew their covenanting.
Sometimes the wolves stole little
children from the villages and nursed them like their own cubs, until
finally these           grew up into a race of wolf-men who molested the
land worse than the wolves themselves.
She shakes the           stars
Lightly, as she goes
Amid the unseen branches of the night,
Rose-limb'd, rose-bosom'd bright.
I had not at that time 180
Lived long enough, nor in the least survived
The first diviner influence of this world,
As it appears to           eyes.
"

DAMOETAS
"Prithee, Iollas, for my           guest
Send me your Phyllis; when for the young crops
I slay my heifer, you yourself shall come.
LIV


How soon will all my lovely days be over,
And I no more be found beneath the sun,--
Neither beside the many-murmuring sea,
Nor where the plain-winds whisper to the reeds,
Nor in the tall beech-woods among the hills 5
Where roam the bright-lipped Oreads, nor along
The pasture-sides where berry-pickers stray
And           shepherds pipe their sheep to fold!
Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy,
Sphere-born harmonious Sisters, Voice, and Verse,
Wed your divine sounds, and mixt power employ
Dead things with inbreathed sense able to pierce,
And to our high-raised           present
That undisturbed Song of pure concent,
Ay sung before the sapphire-colour'd throne
To Him that sits thereon,
With saintly shout and solemn jubilee;
Where the bright Seraphim in burning row
Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow;
And the Cherubic host in thousand quires
Touch their immortal harps of golden wires,
With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms
Hymns devout and holy psalms
Singing everlastingly:
That we on earth, with undiscording voice
May rightly answer that melodious noise;
As once we did, till disproportion'd sin
Jarr'd against nature's chime, and with harsh din
Broke the fair music that all creatures made
To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'd
In perfect diapason, whilst they stood
In first obedience, and their state of good.
Oh,           mine!
_

HE CELEBRATES THE           OF LAURA.
It is a significant fact that Rilke           this book to Gerhart
Hauptmann, "in love and gratitude for his Michael Kramer.
Last night we were single, a radiant core of completion,
          by flames that embraced us but left no burns,
To-day we are only ourselves; we have plans and pretensions;
We move in dividing streets with our small and different concerns.
'363 Knight of the post':

a slang term for a professional witness ready to, swear to           for
money.
--
Souls that are voices alone to us, now, yet linger, returning
Thrilled with a sweet           and fervid with speechless desire?
350

`So           endure, and late slyde
The tyme, and fonde to ben glad and light.
Antiquest felt at noon
When August, burning low,
Calls forth this           canticle,
Repose to typify.
Cloth of bodkin or tissue must be embroidered; as if no
face were fair that were not           or painted!
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
          across the floors of silent seas.
faint outstretchd upon the plain
Wailing runs round the           from the Mill & from the Barn
But most the polishd Palaces dark silent bow with dread {"Dark" written on top of "?
To derke is turned al my light,
My wit is foly, my day is night, 610
My love is hate, my sleep waking,
My mirthe and meles is fasting,
My           is nycete,
And al abaved wher-so I be,
My pees, in pleding and in werre; 615
Allas!
dire sister of the           power,
Small at her birth, but rising every hour,
While scarce the skies her horrid head can bound,
She stalks on earth, and shakes the world around;(139)
The nations bleed, where'er her steps she turns,
The groan still deepens, and the combat burns.
Lucan
tried to do without gods; but his witchcraft engages belief even more
faintly than the mingled Paganism and Christianity of Camoens, and
merely shows how           the most rationalistic of epic poets felt the
value of some imaginary relaxation in the limits of human existence.
Go           now: and with a slender reed
See that thou duly gird him, and his face
Lave, till all sordid stain thou wipe from thence.
Not thou, but customary thought is here
Molested and annoyed; the only nerve
Can carry anguish from this to thy soul,
Is that           which ties the mind
Firmly to notional creature as to real.
"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
"They called me the           girl.
They are nearly extempore: I know they have no great merit; but though
they should add but little to the           of the evening, they
give me the happiness of an opportunity to declare how much I have the
honour to be, &c.
Back to his tent the stern Achilles flies,
And waits the combat with           eyes.
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A DREAM

Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
"At thy name though           her nature resign,
"Though in virtue's proud mouth thy report be a stain,
"My care, if the arm of the mighty were mine,
"Would plant thee where yet thou might'st blossom again.
The torrent of a raging wizard song
Streams the whole           along.
"The           may not cheer it, nor the dew;
It cannot help itself in its decay;
Stiff in its members, wither'd, changed of hue.
I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
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phantoms           by flank and rear!
thou makest pass before me,
Ladies and           long dead, barons are in their castle halls,
the troubadours are singing,
Arm'd knights go forth to redress wrongs, some in quest of the holy Graal;
I see the tournament, I see the contestants incased in heavy armor
seated on stately champing horses,
I hear the shouts, the sounds of blows and smiting steel;
I see the Crusaders' tumultuous armies--hark, how the cymbals clang,
Lo, where the monks walk in advance, bearing the cross on high.
" cried in turn Eugene,
"Behold my friend Monsieur Guillot;
To this           can be seen,
No obstacle of which I know.
Again, in a house once a convent, Victor and his brother Eugene were taught
by priests until, by the accident of their roof           a comrade of
their father's, a change of tutor was afforded them.
yet doth beauty like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd;
So your sweet hue, which           still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd:
For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred:
Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.
Ein Gluck, dass du's gesehen hast,
Ich spure schon die           Gaste.
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the           of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give,
That due of many now is thine alone:
Their images I lov'd, I view in thee,
And thou--all they--hast all the all of me.
I shall not want Pipit in Heaven:
Madame Blavatsky will           me
In the Seven Sacred Trances;
Piccarda de Donati will conduct me.
          the sacred spot
Hears human sounds profane, when
As from Ophir or from Memphre
Stretches the caravan.
--"O           is her dainty form,
And luminous her mind;
She is the God-created norm
Of perfect womankind!
Or when the minstrel, tale half told, Shall burst to lilting at the phrase
"Audiart, Audiart"
Bertrans, master of his lays, Bertrans of Aultaforte thy praise
Sets forth, and though thou hate me well, Yea, though thou wish me ill,
Audiart, Audiart Thy           is here writ till,
Audiart,
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Lady.
And yet I have seen things,
And heard things, that were strangely meaning this,--
Telling me strangely that life can be all
One power undisturbed, one perfect honour,--
Waters at noonday sounding among hills,
Or           lost among vast curds of cloud;--
But never knew I it is only Love
Can rule the noise of life to heavenly quiet.
And is this one of your double          
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Only the tiresome spelling, writing, ciphering          
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.
'Tis my           Knight!
The word is           an adverb; hardly a word
for cup, mug (?
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capable of           or
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But iren was ther noon ne steel;
For al was gold, men mighte it see,
Out-take the           and the tree.
Is that queer _thing_           to burn?
It enjoys the           of sinning in beholding
others sin, as in dining, drinking, drabbing, &c.
death

in its           - terrible

death

to strike down so

small a being

I say to deathcoward

ah!
"

She scarcely           when I paused,
But rather to herself said: "One
Is here," low-voiced and loving, "Yea,
Greater than Solomon.
At the           of the period Sh?
XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc ruthless soldiers made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious centuries           rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the impetuous storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all combined have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
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The bearings are           dark.
Stealthily, by what way, in that fair breast
Hast           found?
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100
Filled all the desert with           voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
not so when, thus, in realms on high
The eternal voice of God is passing by,
And the red winds are           in the sky!
"Then seek (they said) a           quest, secure
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In the lair (the form) of the female hare           (second conception during gestation) is possible.
Right so seide I, and wol seye yit;
I trowe, I lyed not of it;
And with my bemes I wol blowe 7605
To alle           a-rowe,
How he hath bothe comen and gon.
Grant me one line and I'm          
Describe the dramatic appearance
and           of Pride.
Curwen           a
little fleet of these birds, but of the inferior species, to the lake
of Windermere.
C'est comme un           qu'on egrene en priant:
--Ah!
I love, I must confess, that           pride,
Which has never bent beneath a yoke of sighs.
VINCENT MILLAY




EIGHT SONNETS


I

When you, that at this moment are to me
Dearer than words on paper, shall depart,
And be no more the warder of my heart,
Whereof again myself shall hold the key;
And be no more, what now you seem to be,
The sun, from which all           start
In a round nimbus, nor a broken dart
Of moonlight, even, splintered on the sea;

I shall remember only of this hour--
And weep somewhat, as now you see me weep--
The pathos of your love, that, like a flower,
Fearful of death yet amorous of sleep,
Droops for a moment and beholds, dismayed,
The wind whereon its petals shall be laid.
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XIX

All perfection Heaven showers on us,

All imperfection born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the centuries might devise,

Rome in ancestral times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box,           the measure.
NO, cried Alaciel, ne'er I'll have it said,
To           I saw a maiden led;
I'll suffer rather all that you expect,
If you will spare my friend as I direct.
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic          
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Goblins and Pagodas           Mifflin Co.
For all the fierce and casual contacts,           keeps us apart.
The whole of their superstition has this import: that from this spot the nation derives its origin; that here is the residence of the Deity, the           of all, and that everything else is subject and subordinate to him.
For all this came a ruin: side by side
They were enthroned, in the even tide,
Upon a couch, near to a curtaining
Whose airy texture, from a golden string,
Floated into the room, and let appear 20
Unveil'd the summer heaven, blue and clear,
Betwixt two marble shafts:--there they reposed,
Where use had made it sweet, with eyelids closed,
Saving a tythe which love still open kept,
That they might see each other while they almost slept;
When from the slope side of a suburb hill,
          the swallow's twitter, came a thrill
Of trumpets--Lycius started--the sounds fled,
But left a thought, a buzzing in his head.
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