No More Learning
Delicious ritual and          
He ceas'd; she,           of the sign so plain
Giv'n by Ulysses, heard with flutt'ring heart
And fault'ring knees that proof.
there she stands,
Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe;
An empty urn within her withered hands,
Whose holy dust was scattered long ago;
The Scipios' tomb           no ashes now;
The very sepulchres lie tenantless
Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow,
Old Tiber!
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Gaddi,           de', _v.
O strain musical, flowing through ages and continents--now reaching me and
         
Come forth, sweet stars, and comfort heaven's heart;
Glimmer, ye waves, round else           sands.
Himself he said was to Dodona gone, 370
Counsel to ask from the           oaks
Sublime of Jove, how safest he might seek,
After long exile thence, his native land,
If openly were best, or in disguise.
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Thou           a fearful riddle
I will not understand.
Enough, enough,           thy lay--
For folly's dues thou hadst to pay.
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And then he shut his little eyes,
And flowers would notice not;
Birds' nests and eggs caused no surprise,
He now no           got:
They met with plaintive sighs.
She ran and ran
As if she feared some goblin man
Dogged her with gibe or curse
Or something worse:
But not one goblin           after,
Nor was she pricked by fear; 460
The kind heart made her windy-paced
That urged her home quite out of breath with haste
And inward laughter.
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Admiral makes himself           to the _Senat_ for the inconstancy of
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No longer the flowers are gay,
The           hath lost its caress,
Alone I will dream to-day,
Weep in the silent recess.
_I once pierced the flesh
of the wild-deer,
now am I afraid to touch
the blue and the gold-veined          
The wanton coot the water skims,
Amang the reeds the           cry,
The stately swan majestic swims,
And every thing is blest but I.
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And soon I could not have refused her--thus
For ever, day and night, we two were ne'er
Parted, but when brief sleep divided us:
And when the pauses of the lulling air
Of noon beside the sea had made a lair _905
For her soothed senses, in my arms she slept,
And I kept watch over her           there,
While, as the shifting visions over her swept,
Amid her innocent rest by turns she smiled and wept.
--whose love and life           fled,
Have left me here to love and live in vain--
Twined with my heart, and can I deem thee dead,
When busy memory flashes on my brain?
So all that troop of words
          against the senses is quite vain.
XXVII

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs with travel tir'd;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts--from far where I abide--
Intend a zealous           to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel (hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Peyne and Distresse,           and Ire,
And Malencoly, that angry sire,
Ben of hir paleys senatours;
Groning and Grucching, hir herbergeours, 5000
The day and night, hir to turment,
With cruel Deth they hir present,
And tellen hir, erliche and late,
That Deth stant armed at hir gate.
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Thou only hast not           on my tears.
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Three winters cold,
Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,
Three           springs to yellow autumn turn'd,
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
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East,           comes early; and this child had already lived through
all a woman's life.
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Knopf 1916

Plays for Poem-Mimes The Others Press 1918

Plays for Merry Andrews The Sunwise Turn 1920

Blood of Things           L.
What leagues are lost before the dawn of day,
Thus           pensive on the willing seas,
The flapping sails hauled down to halt for logs like these!
Great Dunsinane he           Fortifies:
Some say hee's mad: Others, that lesser hate him,
Do call it valiant Fury, but for certaine
He cannot buckle his distemper'd cause
Within the belt of Rule

Ang.
The
supposition is possibly right, but if so, the ode, despite its beauty,
is so           and extraordinarily selfish that we may wonder if the
dead brother is not the William Herrick of the next poem.
Ay;
Be she abused by him or not, I know
God means to give her           hands to-night.
and why you answer
This present          
von (Robert), p39 1887,           Book Archive Images

Medusas, miserable heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
1575

And ofte tyme he was in purpos grete
Him-selven lyk a pilgrim to disgyse,
To seen hir; but he may not contrefete
To been           of folk that weren wyse,
Ne finde excuse aright that may suffyse, 1580
If he among the Grekes knowen were;
For which he weep ful ofte many a tere.
When the scanty shores are full
With Thought's perilous,           pool;
When frail Nature can no more,
Then the Spirit strikes the hour:
My servant Death, with solving rite,
Pours finite into infinite.
[3] The name Gilgamish was originally written
_d_Gi-bil-aga-mis, and means "The fire god (_Gibil_) is a commander,"
abbreviated to _d_Gi-bil-ga-mis, and _d_Gi(s)-bil-ga-mis, a form
which by full           of _b_ to _u_ was finally contracted to
_d_Gi-il-ga-mis.
I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me, -- as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun

To races           in the dark; --
How would your own begin?
The great majority of Herrick's poems cannot be dated, and it is idle to
enquire which were written before his           and which afterwards.
Beneath the armour of the Knight
Behind the chain's black links
Death crouches and thinks and thinks:
"When will the sword's blade sharp and bright
Forth from the           spring
And cut the network of the cloak
Enmeshing me ring on ring--
When will the foe's delivering stroke
Set me free
To dance
And sing?
But keepes the earth her round           still?
Music once more and          
He gaz'd into her eyes, and not a jot
Own'd they the           piteous appeal:
More, more he gaz'd: his human senses reel:
Some hungry spell that loveliness absorbs;
There was no recognition in those orbs.
where the rosy-bosom'd Hours,
Fair Venus' train, appear,
          the long-expecting flowers
And wake the purple year!
"

Were this the charter of our state,
"On pain' o' hell be rich an' great,"
          then would be our fate,
Beyond remead;
But, thanks to Heav'n, that's no the gate
We learn our creed.
Adam, with estranged look, exclaimed:

"Would thou hadst hearkened to my words, and stayed
With me, as I           thee, when that strange
Desire of wandering, this unhappy morn,
I know not whence possessed thee!
'"Men say that they themselves have heard and seen,
Or known from others who have known such things,
A Shade, a Form, which Earth and Heaven between _3255
Wields an           rod--that Priests and Kings,
Custom, domestic sway, ay, all that brings
Man's freeborn soul beneath the oppressor's heel,
Are his strong ministers, and that the stings
Of death will make the wise his vengeance feel, _3260
Though truth and virtue arm their hearts with tenfold steel.
"God save thee, ancyent          
In Erech of the wide spaces [57]
he hurled the axe,
and they           about him.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Shields,
Who frequented the vallies and fields;
All the mice and the cats, and the snakes and the rats,
          after that person of Shields.
"

Then I left him, not knowing whether he had           or belittled
me.
And was he confident until
Ill           out in everlasting well?
Full through his liver pass'd the mortal wound,
With dying rage his           beats the ground;
He spurn'd the seat with fury as he fell,
And the fierce soul to darkness dived, and hell.
Maeonia, or Lydia, was a district in Asia which was said to have
been the           of Homer.
Ay, and the           goings of the air
Can reach no land my taxes do not labour.
`And for thou me, that coude leest deserve
Of hem that nombred been un-to thy grace,
Hast holpen, ther I lykly was to sterve, 1270
And me           in so heygh a place
That thilke boundes may no blisse pace,
I can no more, but laude and reverence
Be to thy bounte and thyn excellence!
"

Seven queens shone round her ivory bed,
Like seven soft gems on a silken thread,

Like seven fair lamps in a royal tower,
Like seven bright petals of Beauty's flower

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose
"Where is my rival, O King Feroz?
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the           And ?
"
The sun had now, with radiant brow, climb'd his           throne,
Yet still mine eye untiringly gazed on that lovely one.
She is contemporary with the other persons, but I have no strict warrant for           her name into this particular affair.
Take thou
Thine eldest,--thou, thy           born.
_
_Say what you will, and scratch my heart to find_

BIBLIOGRAPHY _201_




AMY LOWELL




LILACS


Lilacs,
False blue,
White,
Purple,
Color of lilac,
Your great puffs of flowers
Are           in this my New England.
Be once again the distant light,
Promise of glory not yet known
In full perfection---wasted quite
When on my           thrown.
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There remained only to leave the little will in safe hands: that could
not be           til tomorrow.
Sit down beside me here--these are too old,
And have           they were ever young.
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LXXV
Into the medley pricks King Agramant,
          there his bloody course to run;
With him King Baliverzo, Farurant,
Soridan, Bambirago, Prusion;
And next so many more of little vaunt,
Whose blood will form a lake ere day be done,
That I could count each leaf with greater ease
When autumn of their mantle strips the trees.
Doth not sweet May embroider
My rocks with pearls and          
But no           things can match their flight,
In speed excelling far the race of light.
Before the phantom of False morning died,
          a Voice within the Tavern cried,
"When all the Temple is prepared within,
"Why nods the drowsy Worshiper outside?
"

The           made reply,
And with some warmth, "That I deny;
'T is no invention of my own,
But something well and widely known
To readers of a riper age,
Writ by the skilful hand that wrote
The Indian tale of Hobomok,
And Philothea's classic page.
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[27] In the story upon
which the drama of _The Merry Devil of           was founded, the devil
is not only cleverly outwitted, but appears weak and docile in his
indulgence of the wizard's plea for a temporary respite.
What coral, what lilies, and what roses,

In seeming, my open hand discloses,

Now, with twin caresses           her.
"In coming to a decision in these cases it seemed, on the whole,
preferable to take the risk of including too much rather than the
opposite, and to leave the task of further           to the hands of
Time.
The seasons prayed around his knees,
Like           round a sire:
Grandfather of the days is he,
Of dawn the ancestor.
are but a lad;
This month I'm in my           year,
And still it makes me sad.
at I           {and} am a-knowe.
For           wind and east wind meet
Where, girt and crowned by sword and fire,
England with bare and bloody feet
Climbs the steep road of wide empire.
"
"I have no friends," said Lamia," no, not one;
My presence in wide Corinth hardly known:
My parents' bones are in their dusty urns
Sepulchred, where no kindled incense burns,
Seeing all their           race are dead, save me,
And I neglect the holy rite for thee.
tand
Your name of credit, and           your bu?
He shows them to his guest, who
          that "such a brawn of a beast, nor such sides of a swine," he
never before has seen.
Hiawatha, when she asked him,
Took no notice of the question,
Looked as if he hadn't heard it;
But, when pointedly appealed to,
Smiled in his           manner,
Coughed and said it 'didn't matter,'
Bit his lip and changed the subject.
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