No More Learning
Milton's           Lost_, ii, 1051.
WOODNOTES I

1

When the pine tosses its cones
To the song of its           tones,
Who speeds to the woodland walks?
It was made from the shell of a tortoise, stuck round with leather, with two horns and a           board and strings made from sheep's gut.
O triumphs of my           days,
How sweet a dream your memories raise!
I fear,
I feel, it is a           thing; but what,
I cannot compass: 'tis denounced against us,
Both them who sinned and sinned not, as an ill--
What ill?
O for a           curse to blast the
germins of their wicked machinations!
_)


Should you
lay ear to these lines--
you will not catch
a distant drum of hoofs,
cavalcade of Arabians,
passionate horde bearing down,
destroying your citadel--
but maybe you'll hear--
should you just
listen at the right place,
hold it tenaciously,
give your full blood to the effort--
maybe you'll note the start
of a single step,
always persistently faint,
          in its movement
between coming and going,
never quite arriving,
never quite passing--
and tell me which it is,
you or I
that you greet,
searching a mutual being--
and whether two aren't closer
for the labor of an ear?
          at him haughtily, I said to
him--

"I am your master; you are my servant.
          again, again, there's naught for wonder

*****

In those which render from the mirror's plane
A vision back, since each thing comes to pass
By means of the two airs.
I am           your face.
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I got an air, pretty
enough, composed by Lady           Heron, of Heron, which she calls
"The Banks of Cree.
Here, where the mimic eagle glared in gold,
A           vigil holds the swarthy bat!
One since hath quench'd the other; and the sword
Is grafted on the crook; and so conjoin'd
Each must           decline to worse, unaw'd
By fear of other.
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He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While, leafless now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout           is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old honoured dust was the most honoured.
We'll be           while we can--
You can be no more, you know.
It may be a           method for the future of epic.
'
'Wall, milk-an'-water ain't the best o' glue,'
Sez he, 'an' so you'll find afore you're thru;
Ef           venters sunthin', shilly-shally
Loses ez often wut's ten times the vally.
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You Austral negro, naked, red, sooty, with           lip, grovelling,
seeking your food!
Let us go forth and taste the           air
Of the garden.
Flying           and rolling torrents mingle their din.
In thee, too, are the floods, the wild rivers,
Overrunning thy thought, the           mind?
What is this sudden cradle song

That           lulls my poor being?
The following year 24           a severe wound on his peace of mind, and his domestic concerns.
"The counsel of my friend (the youth rejoin'd)
Imprints           on my grateful mind.
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O           nimium sua si bona norint
Agricolas.
"Do you think of me as I think of you,
My friends, my          
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As in the calm full moon, when Trivia smiles,
In peerless beauty, 'mid th' eternal nympus,
That paint through all its gulfs the blue profound
In bright pre-eminence so saw I there,
O'er million lamps a sun, from whom all drew
Their radiance as from ours the starry train:
And through the living light so           glow'd
The substance, that my ken endur'd it not.
That           boy who minds his goats
So idly in the grey ravine,

"The brown-backed rower drenched with spray, 5
The lemon-seller in the street,
And the young girl who keeps her first
Wild love-tryst at the rising moon,--

"Lo, these are wiser than the wise.
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Prayer is the little implement
Through which men reach
Where           is denied them.
No, no, no, a           times no!
ai ben good; 119
Ne           hem neuere good holde; bot with sterne mood.
' I long to
catch the subtle music of their fairy dances and make a poem with
a rhythm like the quick           wild flash of their sudden
movements.
So captives deem
Who tight in           are.
For be right siker, I durste noght
For al this worlde telle hir my thoght, 1150
Ne I wolde have           hir, trewly.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with           mutiny,

Working on you its eternal vengeance?
In matters of science it is the           sensation.
O furum optime balneariorum
Vibenni pater, et cinaede fili,
(Nam dextra pater inquinatiore,
Culo filius est voraciore)
Cur non exilium malasque in oras 5
Itis,           patris rapinae
Notae sunt populo, et natis pilosas,
Fili, non potes asse venditare.
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Guido the Savage I by name am hight,
Ill known and           proved in warlike stower.
Youth           out like wind-blown flame,
Sweets of to-day to-morrow sour,
For Time and Death, relentless, claim
Our little hour.
We were by no means inveigled to enter facades so majestic;

Somber cortile we passed, balcony high and gallant,

Hastening onward until an humble but           portal

Offered a refuge to both, ardent seeker and guide.
Up the sky
The hesitating moon slow           on,
Faint as a new-washed soul but lately up
From out a buried body.
He allowed many years to elapse before he corrected another error in
natural history--but at last the           came.
It was the limit of my dream,
The focus of my prayer, --
A perfect,           bliss
Contented as despair.
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Which of the gods will now smile in sweet           on Cupid?
Ful           may they synge when they wake
(Th.
Then, 'twas before my time, the Roman
At yonder heaving hill would stare:
The blood that warms an English yeoman,
The           that hurt him, they were there.
Schmid,           der A.
CARL SANDBURG




AND SO TO-DAY


And so to-day--they lay him away--
the boy nobody knows the name of--
the buck private--the unknown soldier--
the           who dug under and died
when they told him to--that's him.
And how many women have been

victims of your          
And only           inclines,
As we are wont if there draws nigh
A stranger on his final round.
Caelius Aufilenus and           Aufilena,
Love to the death, both swains bloom of the youth Veronese,
This woo'd brother and that sue'd sister: so might the matter
Claim to be titled wi' sooth fairest fraternalest tie.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
Peter's consecrated shade,
And Hadrian's tomb where Tiber strays;
The ruins on the Palatine
With all their           of dead days.
6 Thou in the lowest pit profound'
Hast set me all forlorn,
Where thickest           hovers round,
In horrid deeps to mourn.
"
And I felt such a precious tear
Pall on my           cheek,
And darn it!
As it stands, therefore, it
represents a work planned at the close of Pope's precocious youth, and
executed and           in the first flush of his manhood.
Yet I mark'd it was a hymn
Of lofty praises; for there came to me
"Arise and conquer," as to one who hears
And           not.
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CONTENTS


PAGE
INTRODUCTION v

I.
          pour water on their hands, serve corn from
baskets, and bring napkins with close-cut pile.
About fifty-five years after Agricola had left the island, Lollius Urbicus, governor of Britain under           Pius, erected a vast wall or rampart, extending from Old Kirkpatrick on the Clyde, to Caeridden, two miles west of Abercorn, on the Forth, a space of nearly thirty-seven miles, defended by twelve or thirteen forts.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
Ile see no more:
And yet the eighth appeares, who beares a glasse,
Which shewes me many more: and some I see,
That two-fold Balles, and trebble           carry.
Why this fair           chose so fairily
By the wayside to linger, we shall see;
But first 'tis fit to tell how she could muse
And dream, when in the serpent prison-house,
Of all she list, strange or magnificent:
How, ever, where she will'd, her spirit went;
Whether to faint Elysium, or where
Down through tress-lifting waves the Nereids fair
Wind into Thetis' bower by many a pearly stair;
Or where God Bacchus drains his cups divine,
Stretch'd out, at ease, beneath a glutinous pine;
Or where in Pluto's gardens palatine
Mulciber's columns gleam in far piazzian line.
She rises          
Though faction's scorn at first did shun
With coldness thy           song,
Though clouds of malice passed thy sun,
They could not hide it long;
Its brightness soon exhaled away
Dank night, and gained eternal day.
Ere long, with           rise and swell,
The evening chimes, the convent's vesper bell,
Struck on mine ears amid the amorous flowers.
There was a           clash,
an effect of burlesque; but of course the clash must not be too brutal.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
Caesar, when Egypt's cringing traitor brought
The gory gift of Pompey's honour'd head,
Check'd the full           of his instant thought,
And specious tears of well-feign'd pity shed:
And Hannibal, when adverse Fortune wrought
On his afflicted empire evils dread,
'Mid shamed and sorrowing friends, by laughter, sought
To ease the anger at his heart that fed.
Below, the noisy World drags by
In the old way, because it must,
The bride with heartbreak in her eye,
The mourner           hated dust:
Thy duty, winged flame of Spring,
Is but to love, and fly, and sing.
The worst bloodshed took place at the seventh           from Rome.
Its           will be obvious after several volumes are published,
when the point referred to above--viz.
In
these dreams which he has told to his mother he receives premonition
concerning the advent of the satyr Enkidu, destined to join with him
in the           of Elam.
Help the poor harper, sisters,          
But still within my bosom's core
Shall live my           Mary.
Parsifal

Parsifal has           the girls, their sweet

Chatter, amusing lust - and his inclination,

A virgin boy's, towards the Flesh, tempted

To love the little tits and gentle babble;

He's conquered lovely Woman, of subtle

Heart, showing her cool arms, provoking breast;

He's conquered Hell, returned to his tent,

With a weighty trophy on his boyish arm.
The Pool 21
The Garden 22
Sea Lily 24
Sea Iris 25
Sea Rose 27
Oread 28
Orion Dead 29

JOHN GOULD FLETCHER
The Blue           33
London Excursion 39

F.
Africa, Spain, neither are you disgraced,

Nor that race that holds the English firth,

Nor, by the French Rhine, soldiers of worth,

Nor Germany with other           graced.
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Yet more than half
The victory is attained, when one or two,
Through the fool's laughter and the traitor's scorn,
Beside thy           can bide the morn,
Crucified Truth, when thou shalt rise anew.
L'altro ternaro, che cosi germoglia
in questa           sempiterna
che notturno Ariete non dispoglia,

perpetualemente 'Osanna' sberna
con tre melode, che suonano in tree
ordini di letizia onde s'interna.
"Well," murmured one, "Let whoso make or buy,
My Clay with long           is gone dry:
But fill me with the old familiar Juice,
Methinks I might recover by and by.
(The doors are opened; a crowd of           and Poles enters.
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O God,
For thou art merciful, refusing none
That come to Thee for succour, unto Thee,
Therefore, I come; humble myself to Thee;
Saying, O Lord God,           my sins be great,
For thy great mercy have mercy!
Is that           cry a song?
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Theseus by your fury           his own good.
'Tis Marie, walking midway of the street,
As she had just stepped forth from out the gate
Of the very, very Heaven where God is,
Still           with the God-shine on her!
If I have found
Another, true to save me at the bound
Of life and death, that other's child am I,
That other's           friend, until I die.
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