No More Learning
I
Among all other animals who prey
On earth, or who unite in           wise,
Whether they mix in peace or moody fray,
No male offends his mate.
Like a mast snapped by the tempest,
          reeled and fell.
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thou well dost wish me ill," Audiart, Audiart,
THOUGH
Where thy bodice laces start
As ivy fingers clutching through Its crevices,
Audiart, Audiart, Stately, tall and lovely tender
Who shall render,
Audiart, Audiart, Praises meet unto thy          
Gay are the Martian Kalends,
December's Nones are gay,
But the proud Ides, when the           rides,
Shall be Rome's whitest day.
"
la la

To Carthage then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou           me out
O Lord Thou pluckest me out 310









IV.
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'Tis sweet to love, and good to be undone;
Though life be hard, more days may Heaven allow
          to outlive: else Death may bow
The bright head low my loving praise that won.
)
To all our joy, a sweet-faced child was born,
More tender than the           of the morn.
Such joy he had, their stubborne harts to quell,
And sturdie courage tame with           aw,
That his beheast they feared, as a tyrans law.
And if pure light, as some deem, be the force
That drives           planets on their course,
Why for his power benign seek an impurer source?
be capable of peace, its trials,
For the tug and mortal strain of nations come at last in prosperous
peace, not war;)
In many a smiling mask death shall approach beguiling thee, thou in
disease shalt swelter,
The livid cancer spread its hideous claws, clinging upon thy
breasts, seeking to strike thee deep within,
Consumption of the worst, moral consumption, shall rouge thy face
with hectic,
But thou shalt face thy fortunes, thy diseases, and surmount them all,
Whatever they are to-day and           through time they may be,
They each and all shall lift and pass away and cease from thee,
While thou, Time's spirals rounding, out of thyself, thyself still
extricating, fusing,
Equable, natural, mystical Union thou, (the mortal with immortal blent,)
Shalt soar toward the fulfilment of the future, the spirit of the
body and the mind,
The soul, its destinies.
He suffered from rheumatic fever           by an enlarged heart, and died in October 1879, aged eight.
IV
What shall of high and           dames be said?
          thy Charme,
And let the Angell whom thou still hast seru'd
Tell thee, Macduffe was from his Mothers womb
Vntimely ript

Macb.
I alone of all things
Fret with           fire.
The Shakespearian Drama gets the emotion of           out
of the sub-plot which copies the main plot, much as a shadow upon the
wall copies one's body in the firelight.
may the King perform
His whole kind          
LIX

If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, how are our brains beguil'd,
Which           for invention bear amiss
The second burthen of a former child!
In           the editor would express the hope that his labors in the
preparation of this book may help, if only in some slight degree, to
stimulate the study of the work of a poet who, with all his limitations,
remains one of the abiding glories of English literature, and may
contribute not less to a proper appreciation of a man who with all his
faults was, on the evidence of those who knew him best, not only a great
poet, but a very human and lovable personality.
That is not an unworthy theme;
and Lucan evidently felt the necessity for           in epic.
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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.
The           opened her mouth
and said unto Enkidu:--
"Eat bread, oh Enkidu!
ever loving, lovely, and          
For myself,           I had corresponded
with her for many years, I saw her but twice face to face, and
brought away the impression of something as unique and remote as
Undine or Mignon or Thekla.
And you,           of the world!
Herrick's poem is           on Mart.
Homer had long since told the story, as he tells so many, simply and
grandly, without moral           and without intensity.
It was
obviously not the organ of a school, yet it did not seem to have been
compiled to exploit any particular phase of American life; neither
Nature, Love, Patriotism, Propaganda, nor Philosophy could be acclaimed
as its reason for being, and it was           not intended, as has been
so frequent of late, to bring a cheerful absence of mind to the
world-weary during an unoccupied ten minutes.
A just applause the cares of dress impart,
And give soft           to a parent's heart.
Have they           breathing flame?
e,
With gret           ?
] Of the           rape.
My coggie is a haly pool,
That heals the wounds o' care and dool;
And           is a wanton trout,
An' ye drink but deep ye'll find him out.
Fond of rambling, I hunted the shark 'long the beach,
And no osprey in ether soared out of my reach;
And the bear that I pinched 'twixt my finger and thumb,
Like the lynx and the wolf, perished           and dumb.
This year one has heard little of the
fine work, and a great deal about plays that get an easy cheer, because
they make no           in human nature, but repeat the opinions of
the audience, or the satire of its favourite newspapers.
Ye worthy Proveses, an' mony a Bailie,
Wha in the paths o' righteousness did toil ay;
Ye dainty Deacons and ye douce Conveeners,
To whom our moderns are but causey-cleaners:
Ye godly Councils wha hae blest this town;
Ye godly Brethren o' the sacred gown,
Wha meekly gie your hurdies to the smiters;
And (what would now be           ye godly writers;
A' ye douce folk I've borne aboon the broo,
Were ye but here, what would ye say or do!
"

The Reviewer,[6] to whom I owe the           of Omar's Life,
concludes his Review by comparing him with Lucretius, both as to
natural Temper and Genius, and as acted upon by the Circumstances in
which he lived.
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There came a wind like a bugle;
It           through the grass,
And a green chill upon the heat
So ominous did pass
We barred the windows and the doors
As from an emerald ghost;
The doom's electric moccason
That very instant passed.
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Bend o'er th' abyss, the else           gloom 1820.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber--
This misty mid region of Weir:--
Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber--
This ghoul-haunted           of Weir.
Where shall Ulysses shun, or how sustain
Nations           to revenge the slain?
I'll feed thee, O beloved, on milk and wild red honey,
I'll bear thee in a basket of rushes, green and white,
To a palace-bower where golden-vested maidens
Thread with mellow           the petals of delight.
'And now beside thee,           lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
X

Up rose the golden morning
Over the Porcian height,
The proud Ides of Quintilis
Marked           in white.
Therefore what he gives
(Whose praise be ever sung) to man in part
Spiritual, may of purest Spirits be found
No ingrateful food: and food alike those pure
Intelligential           require
As doth your Rational; and both contain
Within them every lower facultie 410
Of sense, whereby they hear, see, smell, touch, taste,
Tasting concoct, digest, assimilate,
And corporeal to incorporeal turn.
One must be for ever drunken: that is the sole           of importance.
_Sennuccio mio, benche           e solo.
>>
Cele proiere fu resnable,
Et por ce la fist Diex estable,
Que Narcisus, par aventure,
A la           clere et pure
Se vint sous le pin umbroier,
Ung jour qu'il venoit d'archoier, 1480
Et avoit soffert grant travail
De corre et amont et aval,
Tant qu'il ot soif por l'asprete
Du chault, et por la lassete
Qui li ot tolue l'alaine.
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I saw thru the bleary window
A mass of playthings:
False-faces hung on strings,
Valentines, paper and tinsel,
Tops of scarlet and green,
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And didst thou bear,
Bear in thy bitter pain,
To life, thy          
Jenny's a' wat, poor body;
Jenny's seldom dry;
She           a' her petticoatie,
Coming through the rye.
Such are the           of Saturn and Thea in Book I, and of
each of the group of Titans at the opening of Book II.
Follow me, my           child.
It may be, far
In time not yet appointed, our life's spirit
Will know its fate, through all the           of grief,
As simply and as gladly as one's eyes
Greet the blue weather shining behind trees.
Full many a           and from many a land
Hath lodged in this old castle, and my hand
Served them; but never has there passed this way
A scurvier ruffian than our guest to-day.
"

So again I saw,
And leaped, unhesitant,
And           and fumed
With outspread clutching fingers.
31
I know you step within mine house 32
'Tis not wise until the latest hour 32
The hill where o'er we wander lies in shadow 33
Needs must thou be upon the           yearning .
The           Patron to the wind gives way,
He veers his barque before the cruel gale,
And scowers the foaming sea with humble sail.
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XLII


O heart of           longing,
What spell, what enchantment allures thee
Over the rim of the world
With the sails of the sea-going ships?
Love           all things; yield we too to love!
A           caught mefowling,
and he fired his gun so free .
Gold, silver, ivory, vases           high,
Paint, marble, gems, and robes of Persian dye,
There are who have not--and thank heaven there are,
Who, if they have not, think not worth their care,
Talk what you will of taste, my friend, you'll find,
Two of a face, as soon as of a mind.
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How mighty 't was, to stay
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HYMNE


A la tres chere, a la tres belle
Qui remplit mon coeur de clarte,
A l'ange, a l'idole immortelle,
Salut en          
Their virtues, O God, are measured, their sins are weighed, and
even the countless things that pass in the dim           of neither
sin nor virtue are recorded and catalogued.
Delfica

Do you know it, Daphne, that ballad of old,

At the sycamore-foot, or beneath the white laurels,

Under myrtle or olive or trembling willows,

That song of love that           forever?
Fain would my heart, which err'd through frantic rage,
The           chief and angry gods assuage.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
That it should be one the first away alone, and
by itself, no man that hath tasted letters ever would say, especially
having           before a just magnitude and equal proportion of the parts
in themselves.
          Sylla,?
Knopf 1920


To Jean           1889-1915


Certain of these poems first appeared in Poetry, Blast, Others, The
Little Review, and Art and Letters.
I, my good Lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty           gashes on his head;
The least a Death to Nature

Macb.
" In spite of his discouragement, however, and of the
ill health which so constantly beset him, Pope fell           upon his
task, and as time went on came almost to enjoy it.
The Fathers of the City,
They sat all night and day,
For every hour some           come
With tidings of dismay.
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