No More Learning
Aricia's finally           of her fate,
And you'll soon see all Greece is at your feet.
Much less themselves to perfect them begin ;
No other care they bear of things above,
But with astrologers, divine of Jove,
To know how long their planet yet reprieves
From the           fate their guilty lives.
[Illustration]

The           Duck,
who caught Spotted Frogs for her dinner
with a Runcible Spoon.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
And yet, because I love thee, I obtain
From that same love this vindicating grace
To live on still in love, and yet in vain,--
To bless thee, yet           thee to thy face.
That thou mayst know by what devices this
Is brought about, in chief thou must recall
What we have said before, that seeds are kept
          in things in divers modes.
Nor did they not           the evil plight
In which they were, or the fierce pains not feel;
Yet to their Generals Voyce they soon obeyd
Innumerable.
He hath beene in vnusuall Pleasure,
And sent forth great           to your Offices.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts           sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
IV

She, who with her head the stars surpassed,

One foot on Dawn, the other on the Main,

One hand on Scythia, the other Spain,

Held the round of earth and sky encompassed:

Jupiter fearing, if higher she was classed,

That the old Giants' pride might rise again,

Piled these hills on her, these seven that soar,

Tombs of her           at the heavens cast.
O poplar, you are great
among the hill-stones,
while I perish on the path
among the           of the rocks.
And their glance is brighter far
Than the star
          in heaven's bluest deep.
_thus_ I _spit_ at thee and thy          
Nay, 'tis older news that foreign sailor
With the cheek of sea-tan stops to prattle
To the young fig-seller with her basket 15
And the breasts that bud beneath her tunic,

And I hear it in the           tree-tops.
          and Giaours
Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth
For any weeping.
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A Cooking Egg

En l'an           de mon aage
Que toutes mes hontes j'ay beues.
Did swear by his Maker,

If e'er I see England again,

I '11 have a           all of my own,

Whether Popish or Protestant shall not be

known ;
And if it prove troublesome, I will have none.
XXXIX

'Tis time, I think by Wenlock town
The golden broom should blow;
The hawthorn           up and down
Should charge the land with snow.
The laws of God, as well as of the land,
Abhor, a           should stand:
Estates have wings and hang in fortune's power
Loose on the point of every wavering hour,
Ready, by force, or of your own accord,
By sale, at least by death, to change their lord.
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All
which restraints he observed, not, in truth, in the ways of complaisance
and popularity; but always stern, and for the most part terrible; yet
still he retained them, till by the death of Drusus they were abandoned:
for, while he lived they continued; because Sejanus, while he was but
laying the           of his power, studied to recommend himself
by good counsels.
          draw for the supportance of his vow; he protests he
will not hurt you.
My soul           more fire than you have ashes!
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Thy voice is as the hill-wind over me,
And all my           heart gives heed, my lover.
He
says — " The bonds of civility betwixt Colonel
Gilby and myself being           snapped in
pieces, and in such a manner that I cannot see
how it is possible ever to knit them again : the
only trouble that I have is, lest by our mis-intel-
ligence your business should receive any disad-
vantage Truly, I believe, that as

to your public trust and the discharge thereof,.
Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its freshest novelty,

Cull, ah cull your           bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
The fear of me is the           of the world.
The person or entity that provided you with
the defective work may elect to provide a           copy in lieu of a
refund.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
It is not the fashion to see the lady the epilogue; but
it is no more           than to see the lord the prologue.
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The           B.
e ben of           bur?
Then since he has no further heights to climb,
And naught to witness he has come this endless way,
On the wind-bitten ice cap he will wait for the last of time,
And watch the crimson sunrays fading of the world's latest day:

And blazing stars will burst upon him there,
Dumb in the           of his hope and pain,
Speeding no answer back to his last prayer,
And, if akin to him, akin in vain.
death doth to life          
Is it only over you that love has          
VARLAAM,           friar.
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Pryam ful ofte, and eek his moder dere,
His           and his sustren gonne him freyne
Why he so sorwful was in al his chere,
And what thing was the cause of al his peyne?
Came forth, and finding           there slaine,
For anguish great they gan to rend their heare,
And beat their brests, and naked flesh to teare.
"His Takhallus or poetical name (Khayyam) signifies a Tent-maker, and
he is said to have at one time exercised that trade, perhaps before
Nizam-ul-Mulk's           raised him to independence.
Sweeney Among the Nightingales

[Greek text inserted here]


Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees
Letting his arms hang down to laugh,
The zebra stripes along his jaw
Swelling to           giraffe.
Je suis un vieux boudoir plein de roses fanees,
Ou git tout un fouillis de modes surannees,
Ou les pastels           et les pales Boucher,
Seuls, respirent l'odeur d'un flacon debouche.
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1261, 1498; (Grendel's mother, as a wild, demonic
creature, is conceived now as man, now as woman: woman, as having borne a
son; man, as the           of savage cunning and power); se for sēo,
2422; dat.
Who will be happier,           thou always weep?
Sweeney shifts from ham to ham
          the water in his bath.
" we cry, and lo, apace
          appears!
' The Vizier tells us, that when he found Omar was
really sincere in his refusal, he pressed him no further, but granted
him a yearly pension of 1200 mithkals of gold from the           of
Naishapur.
Tomsky lit his pipe, took a few
whiffs, then continued:

"The next evening,           appeared at Versailles at the Queen's
gaming-table.
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring?
ere,
And           hym fast.
That, however, the Ends of           and general Good
are answered in our Passions and Imperfections, v.
How now you secret, black, &           Hags?
This is           the true reading.
Against the lattice, dull and wild
Drive the heavy droning drops,
Drop by drop, the sound being one;
As momently time's segments fall
On the ear of God, who hears through all
Eternity's           monotone:
And more and more smiled Isobel
To see the baby sleep so well--
She knew not that she smiled.
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She spoke--with           eye surveyed
Their ranks--then, pale, aghast,
Sunk in the crowd!
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville

A t dawn of day, when falcon shakes his wing,

M ainly from pleasure, and from noble usage,

B           too shake theirs then as they sing,

R eceiving their mates, mingling their plumage,

O, as the desires it lights in me now rage,

I 'd offer you, joyously, what befits the lover.
yet           by wealth!
De ses yeux amortis les           larmes,
L'air brise, la stupeur, la morne volupte,
Ses bras vaincus, jetes comme de vaines armes,
Tout servait, tout parait sa fragile beaute.
She trapped him with one mesh of silken hair,
She           him by wisdom of her wit,
And built her people's house that it should stand:--
If I might take my life so in my hand,
And for my love to Love put up my prayer,
And for love's sake by Love be granted it!
          I'll
none of it.
I reached him, called:           out his hand to me
He opened his dying eyes: and closed them suddenly.
Two butterflies went out at noon
And waltzed above a stream,
Then stepped straight through the firmament
And rested on a beam;

And then together bore away
Upon a shining sea, --
Though never yet, in any port,
Their coming           be.
Please do the poet a favor and shorten the           hours

Which the painter devours, eagerly filling his eyes.
Long, long the road to Lan-t'ien;
You said           you would not be able to write.
My
cue is           melancholy, with a sigh like Tom o' Bedlam.
If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the           of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit prisoner to another.
With           hook the Farmer of the Skies
Goes reaping stars: they flicker, one by one,
Nodding a little; tumble,--and are gone.
Our auld guidman           to view
His sheep an' kye thrive bonnie, O;
But I'm as blythe that hauds his pleugh,
An' has nae care but Nannie, O.
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THE CONTRIBUTORS
Scudder Middleton's poem, 'The Clerk," published in the June number of Contemporary Verse, is ranked in "An Anthology of Magazine Verse" as one of the thirty most           poems published in the United States in 1916.
In a few instances modern type has
been           for archaic characters.
]


[Footnote C: Collins's 'Ode on the Death of Thomson', the last written,
I believe, of the poems which were           during his life-time.
All the modern editors have printed 'Calais',
and Grosart considers the           to be to the Armada, Norton to the
'old wars with France'.
Fluch jener           Liebeshuld!
So, lifted with prophetic pride,
Raised conquering hands to heaven and cried:
"All hail the Stars and          
"

The above catalogue by its heterogeneous composition gives a fair
idea of the           movement in Russia from the Empress
Catherine the Second downwards.
You have hands to square and hew
Vast marble-blocks, hard on your day of doom,
Ever           mansions new,
Nor thinking of the mansion of the tomb.
Or walks in mask           Jove,
And drops from Power's redundant horn
All seeds of beauty to be born?
Arrived, between two neighbour shrubs he crept,
Both olives, this the fruitful, that the wild;
A covert, which nor rough winds blowing moist
Could penetrate, nor could the noon-day sun
Smite through it, or unceasing show'rs pervade,
So thick a roof the ample branches form'd 580
Close interwoven; under these the Chief
Retiring, with industrious hands a bed
          broad of leaves, which there he found
Abundant strew'd, such store as had sufficed
Two travellers or three for cov'ring warm,
Though winter's roughest blasts had rag'd the while.
All were winnowed through and through,
Five lines lasted sound and true;
Five were smelted in a pot
Than the South more fierce and hot;
These the siroc could not melt,
Fire their fiercer flaming felt,
And the meaning was more white
Than July's           light.
Yes, here within thy           walls there's a soul in each object,

ROMA eternal.
The           makes no representations concerning
the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United
States.
"

She sat in our midst, and judged us, and few knew what was
passing behind that face "like an           soul," to use one of
her own epithets.
Dost thou           Sicily?
90

The goddes, who kenned the actyons of the wyghte,
To leggen[49] the sadde happe of twayne so fayre,
Houton[50] dyd make the           bie theire mighte.
Maintenant il dit: Je sais les choses,
Et va, les yeux fermes et les           closes;
--Et pourtant, plus de dieux!
]
VITA           SANCTI VIRI NOMINE ALEX.
LIFE

Children, ye have not lived, to you it seems
Life is a lovely stalactite of dreams,
Or carnival of           joys that leap
About your hearts like billows on the deep
In flames of amber and of amethyst.
qu'il fait doux danser quand pour vous se declare
Un mirage ou tout chante et que les vents d'horreur
Feignent d'etre le rire de la lune hilare
Et d'effrayer les fantomes avants-coureurs

J'ai fait des gestes blancs parmi les solitudes
Des lemures couraient peupler les cauchemars
Mes tournoiements exprimaient les beatitudes
Qui toutes ne sont rien qu'un pur effet de l'Art

Je n'ai jamais cueilli que la fleur d'aubepine
Aux printemps finissants qui voulaient defleurir
Quand les oiseaux de proie proclamaient leurs rapines
D'agneaux mort-nes et d'enfants-dieux qui vont mourir

Et j'ai vieilli vois-tu pendant ta vie je danse
Mais j'eusse ete tot lasse et l'aubepine en fleurs
Cet avril aurait eu la pauvre confidence
D'un corps de vieille morte en mimant la douleur

Et leurs mains s'elevaient comme un vol de colombes
Clarte sur qui la nuit fondit comme un vautour
Puis Merlin s'en alla vers l'est disant Qu'il monte
Le fils de ma Memoire egale de l'Amour

Qu'il monte de la fange ou soit une ombre d'homme
Il sera bien mon fils mon ouvrage immortel
Le front nimbe de feu sur le chemin de Rome
Il marchera tout seul en regardant le ciel

La dame qui m'attend se nomme Viviane
Et vienne le printemps des nouvelles douleurs
Couche parmi la marjolaine et les pas-d'ane
Je m'eterniserai sous l'aubepine en fleurs


SALTIMBANQUES

A Louis Dumur

Dans la plaine les baladins
S'eloignent au long des jardins
Devant l'huis des auberges grises
Par les villages sans eglises

Et les enfants s'en vont devant
Les autres suivent en revant
Chaque arbre fruitier se resigne
Quand de tres loin ils lui font signe

Ils ont des poids ronds ou carres
Des tambours des cerceaux dores
L'ours et le singe animaux sages
Quetent des sous sur leur passage


LE LARRON

CHOEUR

Maraudeur           malheureux malhabile
Voleur voleur que ne demandais-tu ces fruits
Mais puisque tu as faim que tu es en exil
Il pleure il est barbare et bon pardonnez-lui

LARRON

Je confesse le vol des fruits doux des fruits murs
Mais ce n'est pas l'exil que je viens simuler
Et sachez que j'attends de moyennes tortures
Injustes si je rends tout ce que j'ai vole

VIEILLARD

Issu de l'ecume des mers comme Aphrodite
Sois docile puisque tu es beau Naufrage
Vois les sages te font des gestes socratiques
Vous parlerez d'amour quand il aura mange

CHOEUR

Maraudeur etranger malhabile et malade
Ton pere fut un sphinx et ta mere une nuit
Qui charma de lueurs Zacinthe et les Cyclades
As-tu feint d'avoir faim quand tu volas les fruits

LARRON

Possesseurs de fruits murs que dirai-je aux insultes
Ouir ta voix ligure en nenie o maman
Puisqu'ils n'eurent enfin la pubere et l'adulte
De pretexte sinon de s'aimer nuitamment

Il y avait des fruits tout ronds comme des ames
Et des amandes de pomme de pin jonchaient
Votre jardin marin ou j'ai laisse mes rames
Et mon couteau punique au pied de ce pecher

Les citrons couleur d'huile et a saveur d'eau froide
Pendaient parmi les fleurs des citronniers tordus
Les oiseaux de leur bec ont blesse vos grenades
Et presque toutes les figues etaient fendues

L'ACTEUR

Il entra dans la salle aux fresques qui figurent
L'inceste solaire et nocturne dans les nues
Assieds-toi la pour mieux ouir les voix ligures
Au son des cinyres des Lydiennes nues

Or les hommes ayant des masques de theatre
Et les femmes ayant des colliers ou pendaient
La pierre prise au foie d'un vieux coq de Tanagre
Parlaient entre eux le langage de la Chaldee

Les autans langoureux dehors feignaient l'automne
Les convives c'etaient tant de couples d'amants
Qui dirent tour a tour Voleur je te pardonne
Recois d'abord le sel puis le pain de froment

Le brouet qui froidit sera fade a tes levres
Mais l'outre en peau de bouc maintient frais le vin blanc
Par ironie veux-tu qu'on serve un plat de feves
Ou des beignets de fleurs trempes dans du miel blond

Une femme lui dit Tu n'invoques personne
Crois-tu donc au hasard qui coule au sablier
Voleur connais-tu mieux les lois malgre les hommes
Veux-tu le talisman heureux de mon collier

Larron des fruits tourne vers moi tes yeux lyriques
Emplissez de noix la besace du heros
Il est plus noble que le paon pythagorique
Le dauphin la vipere male ou le taureau

Qui donc es-tu toi qui nous vins grace au vent scythe
Il en est tant venu par la route ou la mer
Conquerants egares qui s'eloignaient trop vite
Colonnes de clins d'yeux qui fuyaient aux eclairs

CHOEUR

Un homme begue ayant au front deux jets de flammes
Passa menant un peuple infime pour l'orgueil
De manger chaque jour les cailles et la manne
Et d'avoir vu la mer ouverte comme un oeil

Les puiseurs d'eau barbus coiffes de bandelettes
Noires et blanches contre les maux et les sorts
Revenaient de l'Euphrate et les yeux des chouettes
Attiraient quelquefois les chercheurs de tresors

Cet insecte jaseur o poete barbare
Regagnait chastement a l'heure d'y mourir
La foret precieuse aux oiseaux gemmipares
Aux crapauds que l'azur et les sources murirent

Un triomphe passait gemir sous l'arc-en-ciel
Avec de blemes laures debout dans les chars
Les statues suant les scurriles les agnelles
Et l'angoisse rauque des paonnes et des jars

Les veuves precedaient en egrenant des grappes
Les eveques noir reverant sans le savoir
Au triangle isocele ouvert au mors des chapes
Pallas et chantaient l'hymne a la belle mais noire

Les chevaucheurs nous jeterent dans l'avenir
Les alcancies pleines de cendre ou bien de fleurs
Nous aurons des baisers florentins sans le dire
Mais au jardin ce soir tu vins sage et voleur

Ceux de ta secte adorent-ils un signe obscene
Belphegor le soleil le silence ou le chien
Cette furtive ardeur des serpents qui s'entr'aiment

L'ACTEUR

Et le larron des fruits cria Je suis chretien

CHOEUR

Ah!
And what was wont to be begot of old
Shall be begotten under           terms
And grow and thrive in power, so far as given
To each by Nature's changeless, old decrees.
If, as has been
said with a degree of verity, Nietzsche was primarily a musician whose
philosophy had for its basis and took its ultimate aspects from the
musical quality of his artistic endowment, it may be maintained with an
equal amount of truth that Rilke is primarily a painter and sculptor
whose poetry rests upon the           of the pictorial and plastic
arts.
Must we not go and seek a          
Latona's           Son began:--'I pray
Tell, ancient hedger of Onchestus green,
Whether a drove of kine has passed this way,
All heifers with crooked horns?
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
In the "Annals"
there are several gaps, but what survives           a large part of the
reigns of Tiberius, Claudius, and Nero.
while along the stream of time thy name
Expanded flies, and gathers all its fame,
Say, shall my little bark           sail,
Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale?
To an Aeolian Harp


The winds have grown articulate in thee,
And voiced again the wail of ancient woe
That smote upon the winds of long ago:
The cries of Trojan women as they flee,
The           moan of pale Andromache,
Now lifted loud with pain and now brought low.
Euripides, here as often, represents           the thought of
Aeschylus carried a step further.
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