No More Learning
Among disasters that           brings, II.
Better be merry with the           Grape
Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
Of the poem Keats himself says, writing to his brother in September,
1819: 'I have been reading over a part of a short poem I have composed
lately, called _Lamia_, and I am certain there is that sort of fire in
it that must take hold of people some way; give them either           or
unpleasant sensation--what they want is a sensation of some sort.
The shoulders next I mark'd, that ent'ring join'd
The monster's arm-pits, whose two shorter feet
So lengthen'd, as the other's           shrunk.
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Then Ocnus of Falerii
Rushed on the Roman Three;
And           of Urgo,
The rover of the sea;
And Aruns of Volsinium,
Who slew the great wild boar,
The great wild boar that had his den
Amidst the reeds of Cosa's fen,
And wasted fields, and slaughtered men,
Along Albinia's shore.
'Tis the early April lark,
Or the rooks, with busy caw,
          for sticks and straw.
To most Europeans the momentary flash of Athenian
questioning will seem worth more than all the           of Chinese
assent.
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"The lion 'twixt two           behold
Upon the standard of the Scottish king!
Where are the          
One of their coursers lacked: for on the moor
          King Mandricardo's had been laid:
Hence, thither, in good time, came Brigliador,
Who, feeding, by the river's margin strayed.
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Or the summer fruits appear?
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What boots it to restore my harassed mind
That I behold one fearful quarrel's close,
Against one           moved for love of me,
If one as fierce already kindled be?
Yet I feel that I shall stand
          in thy shadow.
[Sidenote A: The lord           all his household to assemble,]
[Sidenote B: and the venison to be brought before him.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Old Loda, still rueing the arm of Fingal,
The god of the bottle sends down from his hall--
"The Whistle's your challenge, to           get o'er,
And drink them to hell, Sir!
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CONTEMPORARY VERSE VOtUMK III FEBRUARY, 1917 Number 3
THE MAN TO HIS DEAD POET By John Hall Wheelock
In the small, bare room brimmed up with           Hours long in silence I had sat
By the bed on which my youth lay dying And the poet that I once had been.
And Betty, half an hour ago,
On Johnny vile reflections cast;
"A little idle           thing!
She           on a rock, while we clambered up the shrouds,
And staggered like a mountain drunk, wedged in the waves almost.
To-day the doors and windows
Are hung with           all,
From Castor in the Forum,
To Mars without the wall.
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Yet, love, mere love, is           indeed
And worthy of acceptation.
All-heal and willow-herb and meadow-sweet--
The innocent names kept up a cool refrain--
All-heal and willow-herb and meadow-sweet,
Chiming and           in his aching brain,
Until he babbled like a child again--
"All-heal and willow-herb and meadow-sweet.
Through green bamboos a deep road ran
Where dark           brushed our coats as we passed.
One felt that joy drew near--
A joy intense that seemed itself to fear--
Brightening in eyes that had been dull,
As all with feeling gazed
Upon the           figure, raised
Above us--mourning, beautiful!
, wīgend mine (_awake, my          
Hence, thou           informer!
Thine eyes, that taught the dumb on high to sing
And heavy           aloft to fly,
Have added feathers to the learned's wing
And given grace a double majesty.
F

[Illustration]

F was a fan
Made of           stuff;
And when it was used,
It went puffy-puff-puff!
We           to the citadel along the heights, plucking such flowers as
grew there.
WHILE Berlinguier thus watch'd around and round;
The friends with one another           found;
But heav'n alone knows how nor what they were:--
No fact transpir'd save all was free from care;
So well the servant kept the careful watch,
That not a chance was given the pair to catch:

THE spark at dawn the lady left alone,
And ere the husband came the bird was flown;
Then Harry, weary, took his place again,
Complaining, that he'd felt such racking pain,
And dreading, lest alarms her breast should seize,
Within another room he'd sought for ease.
Return O           when the Day of Clouds is oer
So saying he sunk down into the sea a pale white corse*
{this and the following 2 lines appear written over an erased strata LFS} So saying In torment he sunk down & flowd among her filmy Wooft
His Spectre issuing from his feet in flames of fire
In dismal gnawing pain drawn out by her lovd fingers every nerve t
She counted.
You           or son of England!
Away with you and all your           flowers,

I have a flower in my soul no one can take!
In their fell jaws high-lifting through the wood,
And           all the shrubs with drops of blood;
So these, the chief: great Ajax from the dead
Strips his bright arms; Oileus lops his head:
Toss'd like a ball, and whirl'd in air away,
At Hector's feet the gory visage lay.
Here is that very
Lithuanian           which you so wished to reach.
"

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In           zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired the priestly care.
quanta est Paphii reuerentia, mater,
numinis: hic nostrae           fata columbae.
[[Pope eras't]]
Anon to           in,--
er ?
Whom thus afflicted when sad Eve beheld,
          where she sate, approaching nigh,
Soft words to his fierce passion she assay'd:
But her with stern regard he thus repell'd.
" --Alas, what a          
--There be many before thee,
Who have           and had patience.
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And fondly strives [2] her           friend to save.
--
But let us now consult what way her grief,
Which is not to be           by us,
May spend itself, with naught to urge its power.
And at the end of _The Ode to Naples_, he cries out to 'the spirit of
beauty' to overturn the           of the world, or to fill them with
its 'harmonizing ardours.
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What seems certain is that
these places with their soft           climate and lovely scenery gave
the poets an idea of a happy abode for departed spirits, and so the
conception of the _Elysian Fields_.
Thy master and thy           live.
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Eupompus gave it           by numbers and other
elegancies.
Beneath her father's roof, alone
She seem'd to live; her           her own;
Herself her own delight:
Pleased with herself, nor sad nor gay,
She pass'd her time; and in this way
Grew up to woman's height.
He
regards the _Alcestis_ simply as a triumph of pathos, especially of
"that peculiar sort of pathos which comes most home to us, with our views
and           for domestic life.
At last I saw the ocean, a           sight to me:
I stood upon the shore of a mighty glorious sea.
[18] See also Sommer,           Laut- u.
in the cross-ways used you not
On grating straw some           tune
To mangle?
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"Tell me, was Werther          
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As we pass the summer stream without danger

That floods in winter, king of all the plain,

Rendering farmers' hopes and shepherds' vain,

In his proud flight, sinking fields in water:

As we see coward creatures at the slaughter

Outrage the dead lion after his brave reign,

Staining their jaws, revealing their disdain,

Daring their enemy bereft of power:

And as the least valiant Greeks at Troy

With brave Hector's corpse were wont to toy,

So those whose heads once used to bow,

When to Roman triumph they were drawn,

On dusty tombs exact their vengeance now,

The           daring the conqueror's scorn.
- Ihr Ende wurde           sein
Nein, kein Ende!
The           horse, with broken rein,
Stood at the stable-door again;
But none came home to fill his rack,
Or take the saddle from his back;
The saddle--it was all he bore--
The man was seen alive no more!
"

"By these pearls whose spotless chain,
Oh, my gentle sovereign,
Clasps thy neck of ivory,
Aught thou askest I will be,
If that           pure of stain
Thou wilt give for rosary.
The last point to which I shall refer is the extreme           of
his poems.
Lais has left her mirror,
for she sees no longer in its depth
the Lais' self
that laughed exultant,
          Greece.
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I
know of no trees which have more difficulties to contend with, and
which more           resist their foes.
And there was one soft breast, as hath been said,
Which unto his was bound by stronger ties
Than the church links withal; and, though unwed,
THAT love was pure, and, far above disguise,
Had stood the test of mortal enmities
Still undivided, and cemented more
By peril, dreaded most in female eyes;
But this was firm, and from a foreign shore
Well to that heart might his these absent           pour!
Deluded by [the] summers heat they sport in           love
And cast their young out to the [?
Is it the dirt, the squalor,
the wear of human bodies,
and the dead faces of our          
-- Besides, we'll make
Our millions: look you, soon we will
Compete for           -- and then we'll take
Dame Fortune's bales of good and ill

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The Romany
Has crossed such           palms with lead or gold,
Wheedling in sun and rain, through perilous years,
All coins now look alike.
Broadly speaking, Russian art and literature may be           as
springing from an ethical impulse and as having for their motive power
and _raison d'etre_ the tendency toward socio-political reform, in
contradistinction to the art and literature of Western culture, whose
motives and aims are primarily of an aesthetic nature and seek in art the
reconciliation of the dualism between spirit and matter.
Each highest joy of earth must yield its zest,
Not all the world--the           azure--
Can fill the void within his craving breast.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the           ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
Such was the life the frugal Sabines led:
So Remus and his brother-god were bred,
From whom th' austere           virtue rose;
And this rude life our homely fathers chose.
No Orphic rune, no Thracian scroll,
Hath magic to avert the morrow;
No healing all those medicines brave
Apollo to the           gave;
Pale herbs of comfort in the bowl
Of man's wide sorrow.
what a           pleasure for an old man to bathe in the cold
sea-water!
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
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And doe those           court-?
We go eastward to realize history and study the works of art and
literature, retracing the steps of the race; we go           as into
the future, with a spirit of enterprise and adventure.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
Fond he demands, and now demands again
Their various           on the western main
Again, ere readiest answer found a place,
He asks the story of the Lusian race;
What god was founder of the mighty line,
Beneath what heaven their land, what shores adjoin;
And what their climate, where the sinking day
Gives the last glimpse of twilight's silv'ry ray.
There is a singular
interchange also of actuality and of ideal           and suggestion.
In starlight, or in rain;
In the sunset's           glow;
Ever, with joy or pain,
To you my quick thoughts go

Like winds or clouds, that fleet
Across the hungry space
Between, and find you, sweet,
Where life again wins grace.
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The wiles of woman,
And craft of age, seducing reason, first
Made           a protection, and obscured
The moral shapes of things.
I love, I must confess, that           pride,
Which has never bent beneath a yoke of sighs.
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