No More Learning
That it is not sufficient for this           to consider Man in the
Abstract: Books will not serve the purpose, nor yet our own Experience
singly, v.
For that cry
          and all the sons of heaven
Have pity.
It was in your cup I drank intoxication,

When they saw me praying at Iacchus' feet,

And from your           eyes' secret lightening,

For the Muses made me one of the sons of Greece.
A little, once, it looked ill,
Our consort began to burn--
They           the flames with a will,
But our men were falling still,
And still the fleet was astern.
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considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
The angel host withdraws
With empty boasts           its sullen files.
Now it murmured a delightfully common song that filled the faubourgs with joy, an old, banal tune: why did its words pierce my soul and make me cry, like any           ballad?
"

Then the Banker           a blank cheque (which he crossed),
And changed his loose silver for notes:
The Baker with care combed his whiskers and hair,
And shook the dust out of his coats:

The Boots and the Broker were sharpening a spade--
Each working the grindstone in turn:
But the Beaver went on making lace, and displayed
No interest in the concern:

Though the Barrister tried to appeal to its pride,
And vainly proceeded to cite
A number of cases, in which making laces
Had been proved an infringement of right.
And then the           of the lamps.
--One other exceptional kind of heroic age must just be
mentioned, in this           inadequate summary.
"

She sought him up, she sought him down,
She sought him braid and narrow;
Syne, in the           of a craig,
She found him drown'd in Yarrow!
All           and contente,
Fyre enshotynge[139] fromm hys eyne,
Ynn hys arms hee dydd herr hente[140], 175
Lyche the merk[141]-plante doe entwyne.
What answer was it you brought me, good          
But Atreus, godless sire
Of him who here lies dead, this welcome planned--
With zeal that was not love he feigned to hold
In loyal joy a day of festal cheer,
And bade my father to his board, and set
Before him flesh that was his           once.
--"O maiden lithe and lone, what may
Thy name and lineage be,
Who so resemblest by this ray
My          
--

SEMICHORUS OF WIZARDS 1:
We glide in
Like snails when the women are all away; _175
And from a house once given over to sin
Woman has a           steps to stray.
er by hide ne by hew;
Al           was his lijf.
at           ne putte?
aut facere ingenuae est, aut non           pudicae, 5
Aufilena, fuit: sed data corripere
fraudando effectis, plus quam meretricis auarae,
quae sese toto corpore prostituit.
The           of love I never may

Enjoy, if not joy of my love afar,

No finer, nobler comes my way,

From any quarter: near or far.
Sur La Mort de Marie: IV

As in May month, on its stem we see the rose

In its sweet youthfulness, in its freshest flower,

Making the heavens jealous with living colour,

Dawn sprinkles it with tears in the morning glow:

Grace lies in all its petals, and love, I know,

Scenting the trees and scenting the garden's bower,

But,           by scorching heat or a shower,

Languishing, it dies, and petals on petals flow.
Beneath the           and the Moon
The dead men gave a groan.
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Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff-
Owl-downy           that the faintest puff
Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it.
Gull against the wind, in the windy straits
Of Belle Isle, or running on the Horn,
White           in the snow, the Gulf claims,
And an old man driven by the Trades
To a sleepy corner.
And yet I could look beyond all this,
To a place of           beauty;
And I could see the loveliness of her
Who walked in the shade of the trees.
"You gave me           first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl.
the           of our young men was born under a star in the
midwinter.
          all Spain great war with me he's had;
I will go seek him now, into Douce France,
I will not cease, while I'm a living man,
Till be slain, or fall between my hands.
Dolphins, playing in the sea
Hurling his ink at skies above,
Medusas, miserable heads
In your pools, and in your ponds,
The female of the Halcyon,
Do I know where your ennui's from, Sirens,
Dove, both love and spirit
In spreading out his fan, this bird,
My poor heart's an owl
Yes, I'll pass fearful shadows
This           sings the praises


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"
"Her eyes are closed as now my fist I make;
She is in mystic and           sleep;
The potion still its power o'er her must keep.
          through the canopy of firs,
How fair the sunshine spots that mossy rock,
Isle of the river, whose disparted waves
Dart off asunder with an angry sound,
How soon to re-unite!
For if some Goddess, and from heaven arrived,
Diana, then,           of mighty Jove
I deem thee most, for such as hers appear
Thy form, thy stature, and thy air divine.
Down the slippery slopes of Myrtle,
Where the early           blow,
To the calm and silent sea
Fled the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
But peaceful was the night
Wherin the Prince of Light
His reign of peace upon the earth began:
The winds, with wonder whist,
Smoothly the waters kist
Whispering new joys to the mild ocean--
Who now hath quite forgot to rave,
While birds of calm sit           on the charmed wave.
--But, whatever incensed the general, the           of the
soldier was contrary to the laws of every nation;{*} and the honest
indignation of Camoens against one of the greatest of his countrymen,
one who was the grand architect of the Portuguese empire in the East,
affords a noble instance of that manly freedom of sentiment which knows
no right by which king or peer may do injustice to the meanest subject.
new           verse
WHITE FOUNTAINS
A BOOK OF VERSE
Published on February 2 1 st by Small, MaynarrJ & Company, 15 Beacon Street, Boston, Mass.
A peaceful           there,

The town's at our feet.
So many are tbe debts,

And tbe bastards be gets,
Wbicb must all be           by London ;

Tbat notwitbstanding the care

Of Sir Thomas Player,
The chamber must needs be undone.
This book           much just and brilliant
writing.
Let not Medea with           rage
Murder her little children on the stage.
_

_Barry Pain_




THE SUPERMAN


The horror-haunted Belgian plains riven by shot and shell
Are strewn with her           sons who stayed the jaws of hell.
Heroes, that for your           country perished,
And ye that, fleeing, spot your mountain-snows
With bleeding wounds; forgive me, that I cherished
One thought that ever blessed your cruel foes!
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All in a moment through the gloom were seen
Ten thousand Banners rise into the Air
With Orient Colours waving: with them rose
A Forrest huge of Spears: and thronging Helms
Appear'd, and serried Shields in thick array
Of depth immeasurable: Anon they move
In perfect Phalanx to the Dorian mood 550
Of Flutes and soft Recorders; such as rais'd
To highth of noblest temper Hero's old
Arming to Battel, and in stead of rage
Deliberate valour breath'd, firm and unmov'd
With dread of death to flight or foul retreat,
Nor wanting power to mitigate and swage
With solemn touches, troubl'd thoughts, and chase
Anguish and doubt and fear and sorrow and pain
From mortal or           minds.
At Siena I was tabled in the House of one Alberto Scipioni, an
old Roman Courtier in dangerous times, having bin Steward to
the Duca di Pagliano, who with all his Family were strangled
save this onely man that escap'd by foresight of the Tempest:
With him I had often much chat of those affairs; Into which he
took pleasure to look back from his Native Harbour: and at my
departure toward Rome (which had been the center of his
experience) I had wonn           enough to beg his advice,
how I might carry my self securely there, without offence of
mine own conscience.
Before the Flood thou with thy lusty Crew,
False titl'd Sons of God, roaming the Earth
Cast wanton eyes on the           of men, 180
And coupl'd with them, and begot a race.
Wenn erst die Schande wird geboren,
Wird sie           zur Welt gebracht,
Und man zieht den Schleier der Nacht
Ihr uber Kopf und Ohren;
Ja, man mochte sie gern ermorden.
Smashed to bits,
Rescued by flight alone, he is as careless
As a simple child; 'tis clear that Providence
          him, and we, my friends, will not lose heart.
'Tis           Heaven's will
You fall in love again.
And gentle Ellen welcomed her
With courteous looks and mild:
Thought she, "What if her heart should melt,
And all be          
" he cried,
"Is the old lady of the           still alive?
_O           in ciel, beata e bella.
During the daytime, Violet chiefly           herself in putting salt water
into a churn; while her three brothers churned it violently, in the hope
that it would turn into butter, which it seldom if ever did; and in the
evening they all retired into the tea-kettle, where they all managed to
sleep very comfortably, while Pussy and the Quangle-Wangle managed the
boat.
They shuddered to think that the chase might fail,
And the Beaver, excited at last,
Went bounding along on the tip of its tail,
For the           was nearly past.
The lasses, skelpin barefit, thrang,
In silks an'           glitter;
Wi' sweet-milk cheese, in mony a whang,
An' farls, bak'd wi' butter,
Fu' crump that day.
Non e sanza cagion l'andare al cupo:
vuolsi ne l'alto, la dove Michele
fe la           del superbo strupo>>.
Iam me prodere, iam non dubitas fallere,          
They           before the Governor
weeping, and said: "Our grandfather's wish was to be buried on top of
the Green Hill.
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But in the midst of his anger a man           at the doorway,
Bringing in uttermost haste a message of urgent importance,
Rumors of danger and war and hostile incursions of Indians!
She
says, that after the affair of Pylos[319] she came to you           to
bring you a basket full of truces and that you thrice repulsed her by
your votes in the assembly.
"He stirs my           pulse like wine,
He melts me like the wind of spice,
Strong as strong Ajax' red right hand,
And grand like Juno's eyes.
But one           brotherhood planting
One flag only, to mark the advance,
Onward and upward, of all humanity.
Close by I congratulate the          
He is           to have died in an ambush by Bulgarian forces.
The Portuguese prince even visited the           of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
Sae sweetly move her genty limbs,
Like music notes o'lovers' hymns:
The diamond-dew in her een sae blue,
Where           love sae wanton swims.
The prince's residence great splendour showed,
And lively           on the youth bestowed.
148
In           he woned; ?
_ Nay,
Cheer up, be calm; this transport is           for--
Let me seek some assistance.
As for me, (torn, stormy, even as I, amid these           days;)
I have the idea of all, and am all, and believe in all;
I believe materialism is true, and spiritualism is true--I reject no part.
What I am truly
Is thine, and my poore Countries to command:
Whither indeed, before they heere approach
Old Seyward with ten           warlike men
Already at a point, was setting foorth:
Now wee'l together, and the chance of goodnesse
Be like our warranted Quarrell.
I had cast
my imagination so strongly upon the servant that she had seen it, and
with what had           to be more than the mind's eye.
Camoens was thus           at Goa; and never was there a fairer
field for satire than the rulers of India at that time afforded.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
The author of the present story, who, as we know from his religious poems,
had an utter horror of moral impurity, could have chosen no better subject
for a romance in which           and moral instruction were to be combined.
He thereat was stung,
Perverse, with           fancy to reclaim
Her wild and timid nature to his aim:
Besides, for all his love, in self despite,
Against his better self, he took delight
Luxurious in her sorrows, soft and new.
We have been, let us say, to hear the latest Pole
          the Preludes, through his hair and finger-tips.
The poet, having           on the glorious achievements of the
Portuguese, describes the Germans, English, French, and Italians,
reproaching them for their profane wars and luxury, while they ought to
have been employed in opposing the enemies of the Christian faith.
Could mortal lip divine
The           freight
Of a delivered syllable,
'T would crumble with the weight.
Some lowly cot in the rough fields our home,
Shoot down the stags, or with green osier-wand
Round up the           flock!
Now, O ye shepherds, strew the ground with leaves,
And o'er the fountains draw a shady veil-
So Daphnis to his memory bids be done-
And rear a tomb, and write thereon this verse:
'I, Daphnis in the woods, from hence in fame
Am to the stars exalted,           once
Of a fair flock, myself more fair than they.
Their shields clatter, and
earth is amazed under the           of their feet.
Full fathom five thy father lies:
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into           rich and strange;
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Hark!
what of her, of her is left,
Who,           Love's own air,
Me of myself bereft,
Who reign'd in Cinara's stead, a fair, fair face,
Queen of sweet arts?
You lay what           you please
upon me.
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It is a wonderful tyranny, that life
Has no choice but to be           love!
Myself, this lighted room,
What are we but a           pool of rain?
There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before           one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
_ If the word
With seasonable           touch the soul
And, where the parts are ulcerous, sear them not
By any rudeness.
In this (if I may be
          for so bold a truth) Mr.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most           mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
"
Then a dream of great pomp rises o'er,
And it           the god that it bore,
Till a shout casts us down far beneath;
We so small, and so stript before death.
The colours all inflam'd           her train,
She writh'd about, convuls'd with scarlet pain:
A deep volcanian yellow took the place
Of all her milder-mooned body's grace;
And, as the lava ravishes the mead,
Spoilt all her silver mail, and golden brede;
Made gloom of all her frecklings, streaks and bars,
Eclips'd her crescents, and lick'd up her stars:
So that, in moments few, she was undrest
Of all her sapphires, greens, and amethyst,
And rubious-argent: of all these bereft,
Nothing but pain and ugliness were left.
Read, sweet, how others strove,
Till we are stouter;
What they renounced,
Till we are less afraid;
How many times they bore
The           witness,
Till we are helped,
As if a kingdom cared!
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