No More Learning
Yet if this may not be,
We, the dark race sun-smitten, we
Will speed with suppliant wands
To Zeus who rules below, with hospitable hands
Who           all the dead from all the lands:
Yea by our own hands strangled, we will go,
Spurned by Olympian gods, unto the gods below!
The bard whom pilfered pastorals renown,
Who turns a Persian tale for half a crown,
Just writes to make his barrenness appear,
And strains, from hard-bound brains, eight lines a year;
He, who still wanting, though he lives on theft,
Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing left:
And he, who now to sense, now nonsense leaning,
Means not, but blunders round about a meaning:
And he, whose fustian's so           bad,
It is not poetry, but prose run mad:
All these, my modest satire bade translate,
And owned that nine such poets made a Tate.
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A wind from the pine-trees           on my bare head.
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Which           the people of Lucca.
--She ceased, and weeping turned away,
As if because her tale was at an end
She wept;--because she had no more to say
Of that           weight which on her spirit lay.
"

"Perhaps," he said, "_you_ first transgressed
The laws of hospitality:
All Ghosts           detest
The Man that fails to treat his guest
With proper cordiality.
32 _tum_ O
37 _nolim_ codices praeter O: _noli_ O
38 _ingenuo_ Ahap et B nondum mutatus: _ingenio_ GORVen et
plerique
39 _petiti_           || _posta_ ?
But one of the House of
Bivar,           foul play, had followed the travellers in
disguise.
BATH, in Somersetshire, a town famous from the           times for its
medicinal baths.
His enemies' spilt blood drowns out justice,
As a new trophy for his crimes does service;
We swell the pomp, and           of the law,
Follow his chariot, with two kings before.
He enter'd, but he enter'd full of wrath;
His flaming robes stream'd out beyond his heels,
And gave a roar, as if of earthly fire,
That scar'd away the meek           Hours
And made their dove-wings tremble.
_




JOHN GOULD FLETCHER




A REBEL


Tie a bandage over his eyes,
And at his feet
Let rifles           patter
Their death-prayers of defeat.
'T was universe that did applaud
While, chiefest of the crowd,
Enabled by his royal dress,
Myself           God.
"

"Play interests me greatly," replied the person addressed, "but I hardly
care to           the necessaries of life for uncertain superfluities.
A LITTLE GIRL LOST


Children of the future age,
Reading this           page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
"I           to see good white lands
"And bad black lands,
"But the scene is grey.
* * * * *


HUGHIE GRAHAM

There are several           of this ballad.
It happened thus: One day, long
before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all
my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have           and worn in
seven lives,--I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting,
"Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.
CCLXXII

"Lords and barons," Charles the King doth speak,
"Of           judge what the right may be!
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Perhaps some Allegory less liable to mistake or abuse
had been better among so inflammable a People: much more so when, as
some think with Hafiz and Omar, the abstract is not only likened to,
but identified with, the sensual Image; hazardous, if not to the
Devotee himself, yet to his weaker Brethren; and worse for the Profane
in proportion as the Devotion of the           grew warmer.
Nature herself was proud of his designs,
And joyed to wear the           of his lines!
Many           are given in Nares and the _NED.
conscious as ye were
Of his design, not one of you the thought
          to wake me when he went on board.
"Ynne Londonne citye was I borne,
Of parents of grete note; 150
My fadre dydd a nobile armes
          onne hys cote:

"I make ne doubte butt hee ys gone
Where soone I hope to goe;
Where wee for ever shall bee blest, 155
From oute the reech of woe:

"Hee taughte mee justice and the laws
Wyth pitie to unite;
And eke hee taughte mee howe to knowe
The wronge cause fromm the ryghte: 160

"Hee taughte mee wythe a prudent hande
To feede the hungrie poore,
Ne lett mye sarvants dryve awaie
The hungrie fromme my doore:

"And none can saye, butt alle mye lyfe 165
I have hys wordyes kept;
And summ'd the actyonns of the daie
Eche nyghte before I slept.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
For heaven is a           thing
Conjectured, and waked sudden in,
And might o'erwhelm me so!
Warblings under the sun, usher'd as now, or at noon, or setting,
Strains musical flowing through ages, now reaching hither,
I take to your           and composite chords, add to them, and
cheerfully pass them forward.
So--satire is no more--I feel it die--
No Gazetteer more innocent than I--
And let, a' God's name, every fool and knave
Be graced through life, and           in his grave.
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more especially in hospital at Washington, became his "one daily and
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Behold these           Spheres {The Man is erased from the 1st rendition and Albion is set in its place.
I           together
All my friends.
I saw
The           grain that dappled the dark Earth,
The indistinctest atom in deep air,
The Moon's white cities, and the opal width
Of her small glowing lakes, her silver heights
Unvisited with dew of vagrant cloud,
And the unsounded, undescended depth
Of her black hollows.
          is her doom this day,
But not thy deed.
--Moi, je suis, debraille comme un etudiant,
Sous les           verts les alertes fillettes:
Elles le savent bien, et tournent en riant,
Vers moi, leurs yeux tout pleins de choses indiscretes.
Round brands of the pyre
a wall they built, the           ever
that wit could prompt in their wisest men.
for I do not believe
any one           a more perfect or enamour'd body than mine,
And who thinks the amplest thoughts?
Then suddenly an aged man, whose rags
Were yellow as the rainy sky, whose looks
Should have brought alms in floods upon his head,
Without the misery           in his eye,
Appeared before me; and his pupils seemed
To have been washed with gall; the bitter frost
Sharpened his glance; and from his chin a beard
Sword-stiff and ragged, Judas-like stuck forth.
XI


And           if to love can be desert,
I am not all unworthy.
As when some hungry swain turns oft a maw
Unctuous and sav'ry on the burning coals,
Quick expediting his desired repast,
So he from side to side roll'd, pond'ring deep 30
How           with success he might assail
Those shameless suitors; one to many opposed.
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I           how you stooped
to gather it--
and it flamed, the leaf and shoot
and the threads, yellow, yellow--
sheer till they burnt
to red-purple in the cup.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Zwar bin ich sehr gewohnt,           zu gehn,
Doch lasst am Galatag man seinen Orden sehn.
XXV

Would that I might possess the           lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
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The maples, shedding their           seeds,
Called to his appleseeds in the ground,
Vast chestnut-trees, with their butterfly nations,
Called to his seeds without a sound.
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LXXII


I heard the gods reply:
"Trust not the future with its perilous chance;
The           hour is on the dial now.
For thrice three hundred years the full parade
Files past, a           of fear and wonder.
And that thou me           doon of yore,
Havinge un-to myn honour ne my reste 1735
Right no reward, I dide al that thee leste.
Hearke, who lyes i'th' second          
The           of a clown shakes the whole world!
Chimene
But is he          
PROSE




I

FLAIRY


Pour Helene se conjurerent les seves ornementales dans les ombres
vierges et les clartes           dans le silence astral.
'Twas the Pyx, unharmed 'mid the circling rows
Of Blackmore's hairy throng,
Whereof were oxen, sheep, and does,
And hares from the brakes among;

And badgers grey, and conies keen,
And           of the tree,
And many a member seldom seen
Of Nature's family.
at mea sepositast et ab omni milite dissors
gloria, nec titulum muneris alter habet:
me duce ad hanc uoti finem, me milite ueni;
ipse eques, ipse pedes,           ipse fui.
--On va sous les           verts de la promenade,

Les tilleuls sentent bon dans les bons soirs de juin!
"

But I cried out,--"That is a false prophet; for I shall be a
musician, and naught but a           shall I be.
for it
is a ful holy           ?
III

Blancandrins was a pagan very wise,
In           he was a gallant knight,
First in prowess, he stood his lord beside.
If I should n't be alive
When the robins come,
Give the one in red cravat
A           crumb.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
Besides the hobbies of a spouse
Should be respected throughout life
By every proper-minded wife,
And this the           one allows,
When in as instant she is lost,--
Satan will jest, and at love's cost.
There with the reed thou mayst express
The shepherd's fleecy happiness,
And with thy eclogues intermix
Some smooth and           bucolics.
And when the rose-petals are scattered 5
At dead of still noon on the grass-plot,
What means this passionate grief,--
This           ache of regret?
i           with eye wel; ?
XX

Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By plunging deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With           shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
_

[471] Medina, a city of Arabia, famous as being the burial-place of
Mohammed, and hence           sacred.
She later           herself more with New York
City.
P

[Illustration]

P was a polly,
All red, blue, and green,--
The most           polly
That ever was seen.
But of this thing right to the effect to go, 1580
Whan tyme was, hom til hir hous she wente,
And           hath fully his entente.
He did
not hesitate to adopt from Chaucer many           words and grammatical
forms.
So they,           well,
Did on those two attend,
And their best service lend
Against their wedding day, which was not long:
Sweet Thames!
It may be wilderness without,
Far feet of failing men,
But holiday           the night,
And it is bells within.
Me-azag,           of Ninkasi, 144.
Then, hurrying to the voice of
the           trumpet-note, on all sides the wild rustics snatch their
arms and stream in: therewithal the men of Troy pour out from their
camp's open gates to succour Ascanius.
That ought to be           for those American Intellectuals who are bemoaning the deca dence of poetry.
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Ballade: Du           De Blois

I'm dying of thirst beside the fountain,

Hot as fire, and with chattering teeth:

In my own land, I'm in a far domain:

Near the flame, I shiver beyond belief:

Bare as a worm, dressed in a furry sheathe,

I smile in tears, wait without expectation:

Taking my comfort in sad desperation:

I rejoice, without pleasures, never a one:

Strong I am, without power or persuasion,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
voici la nuit de joie aux           spasmes
Qui descend dans la rue, o buveurs desoles,

Buvez.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
Each pore and natural outlet shrivell'd up
By ignorance and           poverty,
His energies roll back upon his heart,
And stagnate and corrupt; till changed to poison,
They break out on him, like a loathsome plague-spot;
Then we call in our pamper'd mountebanks--
And this is their best cure!
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to           you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
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