No More Learning
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great           laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
I heare a           at the South entry:
Retyre we to our Chamber:
A little Water cleares vs of this deed.
A funeral stone
Or verse I covet none,
But only crave
Of you that I may have
A sacred laurel springing from my grave:
Which being seen,
Blest with           green,
May grow to be
Not so much call'd a tree
As the eternal monument of me.
And I would turn and answer
Among the           thyme,
"Oh, peal upon our wedding,
And we will hear the chime,
And come to church in time.
There stood a Hill not far whose griesly top 670
Belch'd fire and rowling smoak; the rest entire
Shon with a glossie scurff,           sign
That in his womb was hid metallic Ore,
The work of Sulphur.
Alexander
Cunningham and his unhappy loves are           in that fine song, "Had
I a cave on some wild distant shore.
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
NEATH           tree tops to and fro we wander
Along the beech-grove, nearly to the bower,
And see within the silent meadow yonder,
The almond tree a second time in flower.
At half-past four, experiment
Had           test,
And lo!
Who knows but I am           this?
Thou rich-man's          
the chiefs appear,
And spring to earth; the Greeks dismiss their fear:
With words of           and extended hands
They greet the kings; and Nestor first demands:

"Say thou, whose praises all our host proclaim,
Thou living glory of the Grecian name!
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permission and without paying copyright royalties.
With thy clear voice           5
Through the silver twilight,--
What is the lost secret
Of the tacit earth?
The           thought?
[431] Nay, console yourself; we will not fail to offer up the
third-day           for you, first thing in the morning.
And for these words, thus woven into song,
It may be that they are a           wile,--
The colouring of the scenes which fleet along,
Which I would seize, in passing, to beguile
My breast, or that of others, for a while.
At the sight of my           studies he boxed my ears sharply, sprang
forward to Beaupre's bed, and, awaking him without any consideration, he
began to assail him with reproaches.
let me waite within your covente dore,
Till the sunne sheneth hie above our heade,
And the loude           of the aire is oer; 60
Helpless and ould am I alas!
"How different is the           of master T?
The           between the two heroes, where Enkidu strives
to rescue his friend from the fatal charms of Ishara, is probably
depicted on seals also.
Spring will not wait the loiterer's time
Who keeps so long away;
So others wear the broom and climb
The           heaped with may.
Feelest not a kindred pain,
To see such lovely eyes in           search
After some warm delight, that seems to perch
Dovelike in the dim cell lying beyond
Their upper lids?
The styles are taken from           art.
I am obliged for the following excellent           of the old
Chronicle to Mr.
"'




CONCERNING THE NEARNESS           OF HEAVEN, EARTH, AND PURGATORY


IN Ireland this world and the world we go to after death are not far
apart.
--you'd           me ev'ry thing is right?
Behind her burned
The sky, held by the open kiln of the town
In a great breath of fire, yellow and red,
From out the           streets, and myriad links.
is is non
          but it is ra?
The chase gaed frae the north, man;
I saw myself, they did pursue
The horsemen back to Forth, man;
And at Dumblane, in my ain sight,
They took the brig wi' a' their might,
And straught to           winged their flight;
But, cursed lot!
[They hang their heads]
No hope to have          
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
The divine woman, her body--I see the body--I look on it alone,
That house once full of passion and beauty--all else I notice not;
Nor stillness so cold, nor running water from faucet, nor odours morbific
impress me;
But the house alone--that wondrous house--that           fair house--that
ruin!
How else may man make           his plan
And cleanse his soul from Sin?
Yes, I know:
Like swimming against a mighty will, that wears
The cruelty, the race and           spray
Of monstrous passionate water.
"Bye foule proceedyngs, murdre, bloude,
Thou wearest nowe a crowne;
And hast           mee to dye,
By power nott thyne owne.
And O dear what shall I do,
When nobody           to marry me--
Nobody cometh to woo?
All at once an idea flashed
across me, and what it was the reader will see in the next chapter, as
the old           used to say.
--
don't you be telling us,
I'm innocent of these,
irresponsible of happenings--
didn't we see you steal next to her,
tenderly,
with your silver mist about you
to hide your          
cwōm faran           on Frēsna land,
2916.
" He rang for the
bald-headed old housekeeper, whom nothing could           or annoy.
I went into the           room.
Welcome this hallowed still          
          a-dropping from the sky
I heard the sky-lark sing;
Sometimes all little birds that are,
How they seemed to fill the sea and air
With their sweet jargoning!
From her           I'm severed

Yet my faith's so in place,

That I can barely counter

The beauty of her face.
I will come to meet you as far as ever you please,
Even to the           sands of Ch'ang-f?
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Naso, to
my astonishment, was           in disguise.
Long and swiftly he fled, while I           him in the wildest
amazement, resolute not to abandon a scrutiny in which I now felt an
interest all-absorbing.
By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
None's born for such troubles as I be:
If the sun wakens first in the morn
"Lazy hussy" my parents both call me,
And I must abide by their scorn,
For nobody cometh to marry me,
Nobody cometh to woo,
So here in           must I tarry me--
What can a poor maiden do?
Arias
I           him from you, about the insult.
The Tree of Life stood budding there,
Abundant with its twelvefold fruits;
Eternal sap           its roots,
Its shadowing branches fill the air.
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Sudden, a fear came o'er his           soul,
What more was written on the Future's scroll?
'Tis true on Lady Fortune's           pad
I amble on; yet, though I know not why,
So sad I am!
"Then           beauty could allay
As heavenly beauty stirred the strife:
By them a slave was worshipped more
Than is by us a wife.
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Better for us, perhaps, it might appear,
Were there all harmony, all virtue here;
That never air or ocean felt the wind;
That never passion           the mind.
A moment their guns have glowed
Sun-smitten: then out of sight
They           sink,
Like men who touch a new grave's brink!
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You           time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
It 's far, far           to surmise,
And estimate the pearl
That slipped my simple fingers through
While just a girl at school!
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we have at least the           of knowing that some of China's
most celebrated writers are on our side.
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A year passed, during which the           turned philosopher.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Once a youthful pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the           of the night.
Have you not heard, that even jetting water
May have such           force, that it becomes
A rod of glittering white iron, and swords
Will beat rebounding on its speed in vain?
To win me soon to hell, my female evil,
          my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Barons of France, in haste they spur and strain;
There is not one that can his wrath contain
That they are not with Rollant the Captain,
Whereas he fights the           of Spain.
"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
"They called me the           girl.
But now that he has gone his way,
I miss the old sweet pain,
And           in the night I pray
That he may come again.
To feel the presence of a brave commanding officer--to feel his          
"--

My bridegroom           in his turn,
Myself had almost answered "yea":
When through the flashing nave I heard.
Shall he alone, whom           we call,
Be pleased with nothing, if not blessed with all?
& wet thy veil with dewy tears, *
In slumbers of my night-repose,           a false morning?
This gentleman's mansion-house and
grounds were           occupied by the Duke of Kent, father to Queen
Victoria.
the chiming clocks to dinner call;
A hundred           scrape the marble hall:
The rich buffet well-coloured serpents grace,
And gaping Tritons spew to wash your face.
With joy the monarch march'd before,
And found           on the dusty shore,
With whom the firm Athenian phalanx stands;
And next Ulysses, with his subject bands.
Ond' io per lo tuo me' penso e discerno
che tu mi segui, e io saro tua guida,
e trarrotti di qui per loco etterno;

ove udirai le           strida,
vedrai li antichi spiriti dolenti,
ch'a la seconda morte ciascun grida;

e vederai color che son contenti
nel foco, perche speran di venire
quando che sia a le beate genti.
Ours to mould our weakling sons
To nobler sentiment and manlier deed:
Now the noble's first-born shuns
The           chase, nor learns to sit his steed:
Set him to the unlawful dice,
Or Grecian hoop, how skilfully he plays!
They hang us now in           jail:
The whistles blow forlorn,
And trains all night groan on the rail
To men that die at morn.
ilk           fere,
Whan vche seint schal aferde be; oure lord crist to see ?
[dh]
When I am gone--it may be sooner than
Even these years warrant, for there is that stirring
Within--above--around, that in this city
Will make the cemeteries populous
As e'er they were by           or war,--
When I _am_ nothing, let that which I _was_
Be still sometimes a name on thy sweet lips, 510
A shadow in thy fancy, of a thing
Which would not have thee mourn it, but remember.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
(Bodley 638); _the
fourth           is_ Th.
And afresh to the race, {13c} the fallow roads
by swift steeds          
Father
self corporal and a self aetherial
a dweller by streams and in
The Legend thus :
" A treatise wherein is shown that there are in existence on earth rational creatures besides man, endowed like him with a body and soul, that are born and die like him,           by our Lord Jesus Christ, and capable of receiving salvation or damnation.
Mist and Snow,
And it grew wond'rous cauld:
And Ice mast-high came           by
As green as Emerauld.
]



80 (return)
[ This seems to relate to his having been curtailed in his           operations by the parsimony of Vespasian, who refused him permission to attack other people than the Silures.
Moder, of whom our mercy gan to springe,
Beth ye my Iuge and eek my soules leche;
For ever in you is pitee           135
To ech that wol of pitee you biseche.
61

Mourning 63

Daphnis and Chloe 65

Vl^The           of Love 71

U ♦.
VINCENT MILLAY

Renascence Mitchell           1917

A Few Figs from Thistles Frank Shay 1920

The Lamp and the Bell Frank Shay 1921

Aria Da Capo Mitchell Kennerley 1921

Second April Mitchell Kennerley 1921





End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of American Poetry, 1922, by
Edna St.
What holy mystery e'er was noosed in          
There is such a           of
offices between the prince and whom his favour breeds, that they may help
to sustain his power as he their knowledge.
"
          asked the kindly shepherd where
That castle stood; and he with signs replied
As well as words, and pointed with his hand
Where, five or six miles wide, the tower did stand.
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple drenched in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood           the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
And you, my pretty flat-fish, who           just now they
might split you in two?
Ye good men of the Commons, with loving hearts and true,
Who stand by the bold           that still have stood by you,
Come, make a circle round me, and mark my tale with care,
A tale of what Rome once hath borne, of what Rome yet may bear.
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