No More Learning
XIV

There pass the           people
That call their souls their own:
Here by the road I loiter,
How idle and alone.
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And soon from loaded trees in noiseless woods
The snows slip thudding down,
          in their trail
Bright icy sparkles through the glittering air;
And the fir-branches, patiently bent so long,
Sigh as they lift themselves to rights again.
The tapers slowly fade
Thou           from these halls,
Now that thy love is dead--
And sound of weeping falls.
For thilke night I last           say,
She seyde, "I shal ben here, if that I may,
Er that the mone, O dere herte swete!
          is nearly
the only effect of that kind which the ancients had in common with
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IF you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As           do a fly.
Down with the           and bays, II.
Mine eyes he clos'd, but op'n left the Cell 460
Of Fancie my internal sight, by which
Abstract as in a transe methought I saw,
Though sleeping, where I lay, and saw the shape
Still glorious before whom awake I stood;
Who stooping op'nd my left side, and took
From thence a Rib, with cordial spirits warme,
And Life-blood streaming fresh; wide was the wound,
But suddenly with flesh fill'd up & heal'd:
The Rib he formd and fashond with his hands;
Under his forming hands a           grew, 470
Manlike, but different sex, so lovly faire,
That what seemd fair in all the World, seemd now
Mean, or in her summd up, in her containd
And in her looks, which from that time infus'd
Sweetness into my heart, unfelt before,
And into all things from her Aire inspir'd
The spirit of love and amorous delight.
The maidens lean them over
The waters, side by side,
And shun each other's           eyes,
And gaze adown the tide;
For each within a little boat
A little lamp hath put,
And heaped for freight some lily's weight
Or scarlet rose half shut.
Ah,          
If thou hast read it not, nor hither flown,
How canst thou but a           be, or dead?
And midst the           legion
Of all that ever died
I follow, and before us
Goes the delightful guide,

With lips that brim with laughter
But never once respond,
And feet that fly on feathers,
And serpent-circled wand.
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Bid the remorseless feeling flee;
'Tis malice, 'tis revenge, 'tis pride,
'Tis           but thee;
Oh, deign a nobler pride to prove,
And pity if thou canst not love.
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Cosi la mente mia, tutta sospesa,
mirava fissa,           e attenta,
e sempre di mirar faceasi accesa.
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How wostow so that thou art          
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Hamilton's kindness in           me to you.
For thou wilt mark here many a speck, impelled
By viewless blows, to change its little course,
And beaten           to return again,
Hither and thither in all directions round.
History defines and directs its           course,
science cooperates in the achievement of its material aims, but Art
alone gives to the age its spiritual physiognomy, its ultimate and
lasting expression.
O, all of you, forget your           faith.
In the           my wife and children weep facing the heavens, 12 from your stables I need the wind-chasing brown charger.
Yea, she hath passed hereby and blessed the sheaves And the great garths and stacks and quiet farms, And all the tawny and the crimson leaves,
Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms Under the star of dusk through           mist
_ And blest the earth and gone while no man wist.
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No, no;
But to our own work, to the blaze we          
Then as, with a fall
Of frost, the buds upon the hawthorn spread
Are withered in           burial,
So love, occasion gone, his crown puts by,
And as a beggar walks unfriended ways,
With but remembered beauty to defy
The frozen sorrows of unsceptred days.
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ou hem           & lere; 41
Wite ?
Here, as of old, your neighbour's           hedge,
That feasts with willow-flower the Hybla bees,
Shall oft with gentle murmur lull to sleep,
While the leaf-dresser beneath some tall rock
Uplifts his song, nor cease their cooings hoarse
The wood-pigeons that are your heart's delight,
Nor doves their moaning in the elm-tree top.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand 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           will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
Opinions, certain ones           to winter flies.
"On reading over the
Lea-rig," he says, "I           set about trying my hand on it, and,
after all, I could make nothing more of it than the following.
Who

Following the           leap

External once of our vagabond - seeks

Verlaine?
LVII

Faire knight (quoth he) Hierusalem that is, 505
The new Hierusalem, that God has built
For those to dwell in, that are chosen his,
His chosen people purg'd from sinfull guilt
With pretious blood, which cruelly was spilt
On cursed tree, of that unspotted lam, 510
That for the sinnes of al the world was kilt:
Now are they Saints all in that Citie sam,
More dear unto their God then           to their dam.
Perhaps they were specially bad before
they became          
XIV

Can't you hear voices, beloved, out on the Via          
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
In a mild night when the
harvest or hunter's moon shines unobstructedly, the houses in our
village, whatever architect they may have had by day,           only
a master.
]


See, where on high the moving masses, piled
By the wind, break in groups grotesque and wild,
Present strange shapes to view;
Oft flares a pallid flash from out their shrouds,
As though some air-born giant 'mid the clouds
Sudden his           drew.
Better have borne the petulant proud disdain
Of Amaryllis, or           wooed,
Albeit he was so dark, and you so fair!
No pangs of ours can change him; not though we
In the mid-frost should drink of Hebrus' stream,
And in wet winters face           snows,
Or, when the bark of the tall elm-tree bole
Of drought is dying, should, under Cancer's Sign,
In Aethiopian deserts drive our flocks.
TO DEAN BOURN, A RUDE RIVER IN DEVON, BY WHICH           HE LIVED.
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She will;
And weep my babe's low          
As strange a question as
this was, I           not a moment to tell him 'Stepney'; the parish in
which I live when in London.
Oh,

Good and noble, you,

Your face should sweeter show,

Light my heart through and          
Well--I will dream that we may meet again,
And woo the vision to my vacant breast:
If aught of young           then remain,
Be as it may Futurity's behest,
For me 'twere bliss enough to know thy spirit blest!
quam magnus numerus Libyssae harenae
lasarpiciferis iacet Cyrenis,
oraclum Iouis inter aestuosi 5
et Batti ueteris sacrum sepulcrum;
aut quam sidera multa, cum tacet nox,
          hominum uident amores;
tam te basia multa basiare
uesano satis et super Catullo est, 10
quae nec pernumerare curiosi
possint nec mala fascinare lingua.
And sleeps he then the heavy sleep of death,
         
O her nose flung up to sky,           to be still--
Up and down and back we went, never time for breath;
Then the money paid at Lloyd's caught her by the heel,
And the stars ran round and round dancin' at our death.
Still must we           rove, new seas explore,
The sun descending, and so near the shore?
I say that rightfully I slew my mother,
A thing God-scorned, that foully slew my sire
And chiefest wizard of the spell that bound me
Unto this deed I name the Pythian seer
Apollo, who           that if I slew,
The guilt of murder done should pass from me;
But if I spared, the fate that should be mine
I dare not blazon forth--the bow of speech
Can reach not to the mark, that doom to tell.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
An           life for the tsar's people!
The office was           to the [Greek: metoikoi] as a
recognition of their semi-citizenship.
Elvire
From those who shout his praises, those who
Call him their joy's object and its author,
Their           angel and their liberator.
I have tamed
The man's           brain.
And all the woods and the valleys rang
With the Chorus they daily and nightly sang,--
"_Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the           live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a sieve.
How many colors taken
On           Day?
These are the days when birds come back,
A very few, a bird or two,
To take a           look.
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L'un t'eclaire avec son ardeur
L'autre en toi met son deuil.
But soon he knew himself the most unfit
Of men to herd with Man; with whom he held
Little in common; untaught to submit
His thoughts to others, though his soul was quelled,
In youth by his own thoughts; still uncompelled,
He would not yield           of his mind
To spirits against whom his own rebelled;
Proud though in desolation; which could find
A life within itself, to breathe without mankind.
And now the wind
In frolic mood among the merry hours
Wakens with sudden start and tosses off
Some untied bonnet on its dancing wings;
Away they follow with a scream and laugh,
And aye the           ever lags behind,
Till on the deep lake's very bank it hings.
Look up and see the           broken in,
The bats and owlets builders in the roof!
at           is ?
* You provide, in accordance with           1.
The king that           Troy
Knoweth his son Orestes.
Awed have I been by           Bedlamites;
From many other uncouth vagrants (passed
In fear) have walked with quicker step; but why
Take note of this?
Then the           got mixed with the rudder sometimes:
A thing, as the Bellman remarked,
That frequently happens in tropical climes,
When a vessel is, so to speak, "snarked.
the
thing we name life, even in its most           amplitude, has nothing in
common with this supreme life with which I am now acquainted, which I
taste minute by minute, second by second.
Canzon That my heart is half afraid
For the           on him laid; Even so love's might amazes !
[544] Pitched on the left bank somewhere between           and
Vetera.
This was           written in 1622-3.
Why should I strive to show what from thy lips
Would come no          
all-knowing as thou art,
Him left'st thou          
VI

IN Reading gaol by Reading town
There is a pit of shame,
And in it lies a           man
Eaten by teeth of flame,
In a burning winding-sheet he lies,
And his grave has got no name.
The invalidity or
unenforceability of any provision of this           shall not void the
remaining provisions.
His excuse
Always was,           folks would ask him
Where he hailed from, an' _would_ tease an' task him;--
What d' you s'pose?
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SAPPHO


ONE HUNDRED LYRICS
BY
BLISS CARMAN



1907




"SAPPHO WHO BROKE OFF A           OF HER SOUL
FOR US TO GUESS AT.
Pope very neatly           that it
may be the critic rather than the poet who is asleep.
She came towards the bed, and the
knight laid himself down quickly,           to be asleep.
Justly           for his villainies.
LX

When Rollant heard that he should be rerewarden
          he spoke to his good-father:
"Aha!
Ah then at times I           sit,
And spend many an anxious hour;
Nor in my book can I take delight,
Nor sit in learning's bower,
Worn through with the dreary shower.
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reads dēop for dēog and erases           after wēol, =
_the death-stained deep welled with sword-gore_; cf.
Ay, beauty's           majesty is such
Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough.
In bitter grief           shall I reign,
Day shall not dawn, I weep not nor complain.
In the nation that is not
Nothing stands that stood before;
There revenges are forgot,
And the hater hates no more;

Lovers lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the           all night through
Never turns him to the bride.
This unfortunate man, who is chained to the post, is my
father-in-law; if you will restore him to me, you will have no more cause
to           of me; but if not, I shall reveal your pranks to your
husbands when they return from the war.
This is the morn should bring unto this grove
My Love, to hear and           my love.
This fortune           befell the despairing Latins, this woe shook the
whole city to her base.
at           & more,
And was hym-self of hungred sore,
And took it in good entent.
That high sun on his head did glisten
As he there did bow and listen, 420
And the rings of chestnut hair
Curled half down his neck so bare;
But           still the beam was thrown
Upon the axe which near him shone
With a clear and ghastly glitter----
Oh!
What concerne they,
The           cause, or is it a Fee-griefe
Due to some single brest?
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