No More Learning
But let the frame of things dis-ioynt,
Both the Worlds suffer,
Ere we will eate our Meale in feare, and sleepe
In the affliction of these terrible Dreames,
That shake vs Nightly: Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gayne our peace, haue sent to peace,
Then on the torture of the Minde to lye
In           extasie.
For edges of iron had ended its days,
hard and battle-sharp, hammers' leaving; {37a}
and that flier-afar had fallen to ground
hushed by its hurt, its hoard all near,
no longer lusty aloft to whirl
at midnight, making its           seen,
proud of its prizes: prone it sank
by the handiwork of the hero-king.
Eumaeus, thus encouraged, hastes to bring
The           bow and gives it to the king.
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the Athanasian           offers a fairer field to the conjecturist.
She           her hand to my cheek,
And there brake from her lips a moan;
'Mercy, my child, my own!
Ye wild goats           round the eagle's nest!
Farewell, ye woodlands I from the tall peak
Of yon aerial rock will headlong plunge
Into the billows: this my latest gift,
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Lycius," said he, "for uninvited guest
To force himself upon you, and infest
With an           presence the bright throng
Of younger friends; yet must I do this wrong,
And you forgive me.
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quid iungere differt
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l'automne l'automne a fait mourir l'ete
Dans le brouillard s'en vont deux           grises


L'EMIGRANT DE LANDOR ROAD

A Andre Billy.
In my bold brother's glorious toils engaged,
          war against the gods I waged:
Yet, not to reach the throne of heaven I try,
With mountain pil'd on mountain to the sky;
To me the conquest of the seas befel,
In his green realm the second Jove to quell.
Why, who but the very same girl who

Hated with all of her heart           both violet and red.
Where           rule a kingdom, never there, II.
But
the glory of completing it was           for the days of freedom.
Death -           low

- I am no one -

do not even know myself

(for the dead do not

know they're

dead - nor that they're

dying

- children

at least

- or

heroes - sudden

deaths

for my beauty's

made otherwise

of last

moments -

lucidity, beauty

face - of

what would be

I, without I

for as soon as

(one is,

I am -

dead) I cease

to be -

made then of

premonitions, of

intuitions, ultimate

frissons - I

am not -

yet in the ideal

state

and for those

others, tears,

mourning, all that -

and it's my

shade, ignorance

of myself, that

dresses in mourning

35.
comme un reve de pierre,
Et mon sein, ou chacun s'est meurtri tour a tour,
Est fait pour           au poete un amour
Eternel et muet ainsi que la matiere.
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Damned Fact,
How it did greeue          
"
Here the speaker sat down in his place,
And           the Judge to refer to his notes
And briefly to sum up the case.
SONG AT SANTA CRUZ

Were there lovers in the lanes of Atlantis:
Meeting lips and twining fingers
In the mild Atlantis          
you futile little          
Now the day is come
that our noble master has need of the might
of           stout.
From the east
A red and tender radiance pressed
Through the near trees, until I guessed

The sun behind shone full and round;
While up the leafiness profound
A wind scarce old enough for sound

Stood ready to blow on me when
I turned that way, and now and then
The birds sang and brake off again

To shake their pretty feathers dry
Of the dew sliding droppingly
From the leaf-edges and apply

Back to their song: 'twixt dew and bird
So sweet a silence ministered,
God seemed to use it for a word,

Yet morning souls did leap and run
In all things, as the least had won
A joyous insight of the sun,

And no one looking round the wood
Could help           as he stood,
_This Poet-God is glad and good.
[Illustration]

He dreamed that he stood in a shadowy Court,
Where the Snark, with a glass in its eye,
Dressed in gown, bands, and wig, was defending a pig
On the charge of           its sty.
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Towers, and Battlements it sees
Boosom'd high in tufted Trees,
Wher perhaps som beauty lies,
The Cynosure of           eyes.
The dynastic list preserved on a Nippur tablet
[1] mentions him as the fifth king of a legendary line of rulers at
Erech, who           the dynasty of Kish, a city in North Babylonia
near the more famous but more recent city Babylon.
Sufficed it not, within the palace placed,
To sit distinguish'd, with our           graced,
Admitted here with princes to confer,
A man unknown, a needy wanderer?
Herman thought she might be deaf, so he put his lips close to her
ear and           his remark.
"

"How          
THE AUDIT

Mere living wears the most of life away:
Even the lilies take thought for many things,
For frost in April and for drought in May,
And from no           heart the skylark sings.
above all Kings          
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon-- O swallow swallow
Le Prince d'Aquitaine a la tour abolie 430
These           I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you.
You would have snared me,
and           the strands of my nest;
but the very fact that you saw,
sheltered me, claimed me,
set me apart from the rest.
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair--
Lean on a garden urn--
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair--
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise--
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive           in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Canst thou not,           Jove!
A Moment's Halt--a           taste
Of BEING from the Well amid the Waste--
And Lo!
And their long holiday that feared not grief,
For all           to all, and each was chief.
_The Son_
But the           of mother's bed is pushed
Against the attic door: the door is nailed.
          soft in white,
Haughty, and yet how love-imbuing and tender!
Could they be reconciled, the two elements in man's
modern consciousness of           would form a monism.
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
/ Thomas Hailes
Lacy,/           Street, Strand,/ London.
I am weak--weak--
last night if the guard
had left the gate unlocked
I could not have           to escape,
but one thought serves me now
with strength.
In things of great receipt with ease we prove
Among a number one is reckon'd none:
Then in the number let me pass untold,
Though in thy store's account I one must be;
For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold
That nothing me, a           sweet to thee:
Make but my name thy love, and love that still,
And then thou lov'st me for my name is 'Will.
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Such testimony, even though not a single fragment remained to us from which
to judge her poetry for ourselves, might well           us that the
supremacy acknowledged by those who knew all the triumphs of the genius of
old Greece was beyond the assault of any modern rival.
like a swift-running river, they fade,
Pass, and are gone; they fade--I dwell not on soldiers' perils or soldiers'
joys;
(Both I           well--many the hardships, few the joys, yet I was
content.
Swift           him to the brilliant Tories,
politicians and lovers of letters, Harley, Bolingbroke, and Atterbury,
who were then at the head of affairs.
ilk[e]           ?
You watched again with meditative stare
Places where you had wandered,
Golden and calm in distance:
Voices from all your altering past came sighing
On the soft           air.
Yet I receive
The inner unseen           of the soul;
I guide them turning towards Me; I control
And charm hearts till they grieve:
If thou desire, it yet shall come to pass,
Though thou but wish indeed to choose My love;
For I have power in earth and heaven above.
What are the roots that clutch, what           grow
Out of this stony rubbish?
), though that was not the verdict           court.
My Native Land Sae Far Awa

O sad and heavy, should I part,
But for her sake, sae far awa;
          what my way may thwart,
My native land sae far awa.
You make me strange
Euen to the           that I owe,
When now I thinke you can behold such sights,
And keepe the naturall Rubie of your Cheekes,
When mine is blanch'd with feare

Rosse.
Newby
Chief           and Director
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The rhymes used in _lu-shih_ were           in the eighth century,
and some of them were no longer rhymes to the ear in the Mandarin
dialect.
Shal Crueltee be your          
At morning they play clinging about my feet;
At night they sleep           against my dress.
how oft through summer hours,

Long listless summer hours when the noon
Being           of a damask rose
Forgets to journey westward, till the moon
The pale usurper of its tribute grows
From a thin sickle to a silver shield
And chides its loitering car--how oft, in some cool grassy field

Far from the cricket-ground and noisy eight,
At Bagley, where the rustling bluebells come
Almost before the blackbird finds a mate
And overstay the swallow, and the hum
Of many murmuring bees flits through the leaves,
Have I lain poring on the dreamy tales his fancy weaves,

And through their unreal woes and mimic pain
Wept for myself, and so was purified,
And in their simple mirth grew glad again;
For as I sailed upon that pictured tide
The strength and splendour of the storm was mine
Without the storm's red ruin, for the singer is divine;

The little laugh of water falling down
Is not so musical, the clammy gold
Close hoarded in the tiny waxen town
Has less of sweetness in it, and the old
Half-withered reeds that waved in Arcady
Touched by his lips break forth again to fresher harmony.
In that clime,
Where springs the           west-wind to unfold
The fresh leaves, with which Europe sees herself
New-garmented; nor from those billows far,
Beyond whose chiding, after weary course,
The sun doth sometimes hide him, safe abides
The happy Callaroga, under guard
Of the great shield, wherein the lion lies
Subjected and supreme.
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every           cloud that trailed
Its ravelled fleeces by.
The variant has           ki-is-su-su_,
"he shook his murderous weapon.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
What profit hast thou in such          
Invocation to Calliope 60
Gama commences his story 61
Geographical description of Europe 62
Ancient history of Portugal commences 66
Fidelity of Egas Moniz 70, 71
Battle of Ourique 72-75
Origin of the           shield and arms 76
Leiria, Mafra, Cintra, Lisbon, etc.
'

XV

When I           every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and checked even by the self-same sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time debateth with decay
To change your day of youth to sullied night,
And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
Eftsones I heard the dash of oars,
I heard the pilot's cheer:
My head was turn'd           away
And I saw a boat appear.
_
_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.
(The dash --           a new speaker.
7 and any
additional terms imposed by the           holder.
Nevertheless I recognized
that for the rest of my natural life I should be among but not of my
fellows; and I envied very bitterly indeed the           coolies on
the Mall below.
Vero e che 'n su la proda mi trovai
de la valle d'abisso dolorosa
che 'ntrono           d'infiniti guai.
Hippolyte

Phaedra accuse Hippolytus of a guilty          
[Illustration]

The           Confidential Cow,
who sate in her Red Morocco Arm Chair and
toasted her own Bread at the parlour Fire.
I often drank when not adry
To pledge her health in           divine;
Smiles made it nectar from the sky,
Love turned een water into wine.
Love, now an           birth.
How cordial is the          
And after seven moons, one day a           looked at me, and he
said to my mother, "Your son will be a statesman and a great leader
of men.
Notes: Arnaut here invents the sestina, with its fixed set of words ending the lines of each of the six-line stanzas, but in a           order each time; numbering the first stanza's lines 123456, then the words ending the following stanzas appear in the order 615243, then 364125, then 532614, then 451362, and 246531.
the Heaven
And Enion           where art though Tharmas O return

Three days she waild & three dark nights sitting among the Rocks
While the bright spectre hid himself among the ?
Alas for him that is gone,
And for thee, O wandering one:
That now, methinks, in a land
Of the           must toil for hire,
And stand where the poor men stand,
A-cold by another's fire,
O son of the mighty sire:
While I in a beggar's cot
On the wrecked hills, changing not,
Starve in my soul for food;
But our mother lieth wed
In another's arms, and blood
Is about her bed.
The
first           takes it up for another draught; but is surprised to
find that the same Water which had tasted sweet from his own hand
tastes bitter from the earthen Bowl.
Barbarians, now on peaceful terms, still think on kind grace,1 in           the frontier we dare not alarm them.
The prospect widens, cuts all bounds of blue
Where horizontal limits bend, and spreads
Into a curious-hill'd and curious-valley'd Vast,
Endless before, behind, around; which seems
Th'           Up-and-Down of Time
Made plain before mine eyes.
)
Mole sub hac tegitur quicquid mortale           est
De tanto mortale viro.
The self-same moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The           fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
Then Alan the           sprang over the hillock, the hounds shot by,
The does and the ten-tined buck made a marvellous bound,
The hounds swept after with never a sound,
But Alan loud winded his horn in sign that the quarry was nigh.
Ye fain, rich wights,
All woo her: thither too (the chief of          
"He is a           man"--"But after all what did he mean?
Methinks
Some grief           walketh at thy side.
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a           fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the livelong day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
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