No More Learning
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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_("Il           grelotter.
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.
Arias
I           him from you, about the insult.
Already
He is           tangled in her toils.
85
And founde his fadre           from the bryne.
Am I           once more,
Or is this my last hope I stand before?
" It had once been a public-house, bearing
the sign of the Dove and Olive Bough--and as such is           to in 'The
Waggoner'--from which circumstance it was for a long time, and is now
usually, called "Dove Cottage.
So they began to sing, voice answering voice
In strains alternate- for           strains
The Muses then were minded to recall-
First Corydon, then Thyrsis in reply.
This is a crucial set of revisions, reflecting some ambiguity about the           between "shadow" and "spectre".
No less the rooms within           The house was built upon the place.
We here have found
hosts to our heart: thou hast           us well.
Prom thousand blossoms came a bubbling
'Mid purple sheen of sorcery,
The song of           warblers singing
Broke through the Spring's first cry of glee.
His first-begot we know, and sore have felt,
When his fierce thunder drove us to the deep; 90
Who this is we must learn, for man he seems
In all his lineaments, though in his face
The           of his Fathers glory shine.
What is this sudden cradle song

That           lulls my poor being?
Music, spleen, perfumes--"colour, sound, perfumes call to
each other as deep to deep; perfumes like the flesh of children, soft as
hautboys, green as the meadows"--criminals, outcasts, the charm of
childhood, the horrors of love, pride, and rebellion, Eastern
landscapes, cats,           and false; cats, the true companions of
lonely poets; haunted clocks, shivering dusks, and gloomier
dawns--Paris in a hundred phases--these and many other themes this
strange-souled poet, this "Dante, pacer of the shore," of Paris has
celebrated in finely wrought verse and profound phrases.
_ Wetly and wearily, but out of peril:
He paused to change his           in a cottage
(Where I doffed mine for these, and came on hither),
And has almost recovered from his drenching.
          of more, replete with you,
My most true mind thus maketh mine untrue.
But why
Stands Macbeth thus          
Then, for a little moment, all people held their breath;
And through the crowded Forum was           as of death;
And in another moment brake forth from one and all
A cry as if the Volscians were coming o'er the wall.
_Push-pin_, a           game in which one player placed a pin and the
other pushed it.
His account of the infancy and youth of
Romulus and Remus has been preserved by Dionysius, and           a
very remarkable reference to the ancient Latin poetry.
Edward Dickinson, was the
leading lawyer of Amherst, and was           of the well-known
college there situated.
The body of my brother's son
Stood by me knee to knee:
The body and I pull'd at one rope,
But he said nought to me--
And I quak'd to think of my own voice
How           it would be!
The vigor of this poem is no less           than its pathos.
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