No More Learning
And I felt the night between us deepen,
Heard the clock that ticked upon the shelf,
The great silence closing in around us,
And his hand that he           from mine.
As lights at           seen in any port,
Sometimes from the main sea by passing bark,
Save when their ray is lost 'mid storms or rocks;
So I too from above the swollen sail
Saw the sure colours of that other life,
And could not help but sigh to reach my end.
XXIV

If that blind fury that           wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
The pasture cows that herded on the moor
Printed their           to the very door,
Where little summer flowers with seasons blow
And scarcely gave the eldern leave to grow.
For fine repute you are           to become minister, by special grace you were ranked as one of the high lords.
VIII

Now with what eager interest
She the           novel reads,
With what avidity and zest
She drinks in those seductive deeds!
*****

Is rendered back; and since, beyond a doubt,
Earth, the all-mother, is beheld to be
Likewise the common           of things,
Therefore thou seest her minished of her plenty,
And then again augmented with new growth.
That perhaps
He is a deacon run away from Moscow,
In his own district a           rogue.
          was, accordingly, arrested upon the spot, and the
crowd, after some further search, proceeded homeward, having him in
custody.
Bailly establish the existence of a people who           a tract
in Tartary 49 degrees north latitude, of greater antiquity than either
the Indians, the Chinese, or the Chaldeans, from whom these nations
derived their sciences and theology.
With your air           and imperious
At a stroke our mad poetics to confute--"
And--"Are we then so serious?
A few days after writing this letter, as the Cardinal of Boulogne had
not kept his word about           to Avignon, and as he heard no news of
him, Petrarch determined to set out for Italy.
Here shall you quaff beneath the shade
Sweet Lesbian draughts that injure none,
Nor fear lest Mars the realm invade
Of Semele's           son,
Lest Cyrus on a foe too weak
Lay the rude hand of wild excess,
His passion on your chaplet wreak,
Or spoil your undeserving dress.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
CXCIX

Both           did on their horses mount;
From that city nimbly they issued out.
Madden reads gracons for gracios, and
          Greek as the meaning of it.
) Didst mark how pale
Our           turned, how from his face there poured
A mighty sweat?
There a fald-stool stood in a pine-tree's shade,
Enveloped all in Alexandrin veils;
There was the King that held the whole of Espain,
Twenty thousand of           his train;
Nor was there one but did his speech contain,
Eager for news, till they might hear the tale.
" and instantly           him with stones.
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But all this
while he forgot not the main chance ; but hearing of a
Tacancy with a nobleman, he clapped in, and easily

*           Trcmproted, vol.
A scene, where, if a god should cast his sight,
A god might gaze, and wander with          
Blind with thine hair the eyes of day,
Kiss her until she be wearied out,
Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land,
          all with thine opiate wand--
Come, long-sought!
"           is attainable by all men who think right and mean well.
Clootie, cloots, hoofie, hoofs (a           of the Devil).
Thee the poor hind that tills the soil
Implores; their queen they own in thee,
Who in Bithynian vessel toil
Amid the vex'd           sea.
Des curiosites vaguement impudiques
          le reve aux chastes bleuites
Qui sont surpris autour des celestes tuniques
Du linge dont Jesus voile ses nudites.
II

~The Solitary~

My heart has grown rich with the passing of years,
I have less need now than when I was young
To share myself with every comer,
Or shape my           into words with my tongue.
_Dodici donne           lasse.
Aricia's finally           of her fate,
And you'll soon see all Greece is at your feet.
What not put vpon
His spungie          
Look upward where the poplar trees
Sway and sway in the summer air,
Here in the valley never a breeze
Scatters the thistledown, but there
Great winds blow fair
From the mighty murmuring           seas,
And the wave-lashed leas.
_Death_

Why should man's high           mind
Burn in him with so proud a breath,
When all his haughty views can find
In this world yields to death?
This           monster won't escape: believe me.
III

The October night comes down; returning as before
Except for a slight           of being ill at ease
I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door
And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
But first, and loudest, to your prince declare
(That lawless tyrant whose commands you bear),
Unmoved as death Achilles shall remain,
Though prostrate Greece shall bleed at every vein:
The raging chief in frantic passion lost,
Blind to himself, and useless to his host,
Unskill'd to judge the future by the past,
In blood and           shall repent at last.
Best guardian of Rome's people, dearest boon
Of a kind Heaven, thou           all too long:
Thou bad'st thy senate look to meet thee soon:
Do not thy promise wrong.
] Unuk-(ki) ri-bi-tim [22]
ha-as-si-nu na-di-i-ma
e-li-su pa-ah- ru
ha-as-si-nu-um-ma sa-ni bu-nu-su
a-mur-su-ma ah-ta-ta a-na-ku
a-ra-am-su-ma ki-ma as-sa-tim
a-ha-ap-pu-up el-su
el-ki-su-ma as-ta-ka-an-su
a-na a-hi-ia
um-mi           mu-da-at ka-la-ma
[iz-za-kar-am a-na iluGilgamish]
.
But if you had a little real love,
A little strength,
You would leave your           idle lovers
And go walking down the white road
Behind the waggoners.
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O quid solutis est beatius curis,
Cum mens onus reponit, ac peregrino
Labore fessi venimus larem ad nostrum
Desideratoque           lecto.
[93] A           love-song, to which Po Chu-i had himself written words.
I fear that I am not like thee:
For I walk through the vales of Har, and smell the           flowers:
But I feed not the little flowers: I hear the warbling birds,
But I feed not the warbling birds, they fly and seek their food:
But Thel delights in these no more because I fade away
And all shall say, without a use this shining women liv'd,
Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms.
'Gennle Cass, Sir, you needn't be twitchin' your collar,
_Your_ merit's quite clear by the dut on your knees, 50
At the North we don't make no           o' color;
You can all take a lick at our shoes wen you please,'
Sez John C.
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"

So these two fair sisters
Went with innocent will
Up the hill and down again,
And round the homestead hill:
While the fairest sat at home,
Margaret like a queen,
Like a blush-rose, like the moon
In her heavenly sheen,
Fragrant-breathed as milky cow
Or field of blossoming bean,
          as an ivy bough
Born to cling and lean;
Thus she sat to sing and sew.
When it was our mood, we took girls with us and gave ourselves
to the moments that passed,           that it would soon be over, like
willow-flowers or snow.
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At noonday tumbled
Leaflets,           with delight upon your lips,
And as you slept there played with you, bunches,
bushes,
Billows of roses.
If you will look the way the sunlight slants
Making the grass one great green gem of light,
Bright earth, crimson and even
Scarlet, everywhere tracks
The           underground affairs of moles:
Though 'tis but kestrel-bay
Looking against the sun.
Slowly and stately and still, they sail forth into the ocean;
With them sail my thoughts over the           deep,
Farther and farther away, borne on by unsatisfied longings,
Unto Hesperian isles, unto Ausonian shores.
The thirty-twos of Crowley
And Bluchi's twenty-four,
To Spotts's eighteen-pounders
          with their roar,
Sending the grape-shot deadly
That marked its pathway plain,
And paved the road it travell'd
With corpses of the slain.
and could you go with me
My helpmate in the woods to be,
Our shed at night to rear;
Or run, my own adopted bride,
A sylvan           at my side,
And drive the flying deer!
For yesterday arrove, newly appointed,
The           Chancellor of the Realm,
And was terribly afraid that the wet and mud
Would dirty his horse's hoofs.
e kny3t com hym-self,           his blonk,
Sy3 hym byde at ?
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
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Aux yeux du           que le monde est petit!
But it's to Bacchus, the sensuous dreamer, Cythera sends glances

Bathed in           desire--even in marble they're damp.
We Russians, friends from distant parts
Ever receive with kindly hearts
And           and good cheer.
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Even love that I built my spirit's house for,
Comes like a           and a baffled guest,
And music and men's praise and even laughter
Are not so good as rest.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
Till Alice got instruction in this school,
She was regarded as a silly fool,
Her           appeared to spin and sew:--
Not hers indeed, the hands alone would go;
For sense or wit had in it no concern;
Whate'er the foolish girl had got to learn,
No part therein could ever take the mind;
Her doll, for thought, was just as well designed.
" He is
chiefly known for his erotic poetry which attracted the
affectionate regard of the           Pushkin when a student
at the Lyceum.
I rush there: when, at my feet, entwine (bruised

By the languor tasted in their being-two's evil)

Girls sleeping in each other's arms' sole peril:

I seize them without           them and run

To this bank of roses wasting in the sun

All perfume, hated by the frivolous shade

Where our frolic should be like a vanished day.
Of such high blood, to suffer such          
          fish, 121-123.
William Morris if he had thought of writing a play, and
he           that he had, but would not write one, because actors did
not know how to speak poetry with the half-chant men spoke it with in
old times.
But your wife's too          
But when we've also seen the glass itself,
          that image which from us is borne
Reaches the glass, and there thrown back again
Comes back unto our eyes, and driving rolls
Ahead of itself another air, that then
'Tis this we see before itself, and thus
It looks so far removed behind the glass.
The poets who appear here have come together by
mutual accord and,           they may invite others to join them in
subsequent volumes as circumstance dictates, each one stands (as all
newcomers also must stand) as the exponent of fresh and strikingly
diverse qualities in our native poetry.
Beheld these things with terror every man,
And many said: "We in the           stand;
The end of time is presently at hand.
And the woods stare strange, and the wind is dumb,
-- O Wind, pray talk again --
And the Hand of the Frost spreads stark and numb
As Death's on the           window-pane.
"I have burdened you with orphan children,
With orphan           two or three.
The wounded bird, ere yet she           her last,
With flagging wings alighted on the mast,
A moment hung, and spread her pinions there,
Then sudden dropp'd, and left her life in air.
Ask how your brave cicada on the bough
Keeps the long sweet insistence of his cry;

Ask how the Pleiads steer across the night 5
In their serene unswerving mighty course;

Ask how the wood-flowers waken to the sun,
Unsummoned save by some           word;

Ask how the wandering swallows find your eaves
Upon the rain-wind with returning spring; 10

Ask who commands the ever-punctual tide
To keep the pendulous rhythm of the sea;

And you shall know what leads the heart of man
To the far haven of his hopes and fears.
Out of
ten thousand           I shall name one which I think the most
delicate and tender I ever saw.
* * * * *





JOHN FREEMAN



I WILL ASK

I will ask primrose and violet to spend for you
Their smell and hue,
And the bold, trembling anemone awhile to spare
Her flowers starry fair;
Or the flushed wild apple and yet sweeter thorn
Their           to keep
Longer than any fire-bosomed flower born
Between midnight and midnight deep.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great           of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
[June falls asleep; and is not           by the voice of July,
who behind the scenes is heard half singing, half calling.
"But I sent on my messenger,
With cunning arrows           and keen,
To take forthwith her laughing life from her,
And dull her little een,

"And white her cheek, and still her breath,
Ere her too buoyant Hodge had reached her side;
So, when he came, he clasped her but in death,
And never as his bride.
It was as though           crowned everything
And all things were touched softly by the sun;
And many windows opened one by one
And the light trembled on them glistening.
" Except in popular poetry, puns are rare;
but there are several characters which, owing to the           of their
import, are used in a way almost equivalent to play on words.
THE ECHOING GREEN

The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing Green.
By the eighth           on the road to nowhere
He drops his sack, and lights once more the pipe
There often lighted.
--Until the mystery
Of all this world is solved, well may we envy
The worm, that,           a stone whose weight
Would crush the lion's paw with mortal anguish,
Doth lodge, and feed, and coil, and sleep, in safety.
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(he cried)--a god          
But blood hath           Spirit; Spirit hath given
The strength of its desire of joy to make
What ecstasy it may of woman's beauty,
And of this only, doing no more than train
The joys of blood to be more keen and cunning;
As men have trained and tamed wild lives of the forests,
Breeding them to more excellent shape and size
And tireless speed, and to know the words of men.
Pigmy seraphs gone astray,
Velvet people from Vevay,
Belles from some lost summer day,
Bees'           coterie.
This           that I so shamefully,
Make to you, do you think it voluntary?
Every bone was aching, and had ached
For           days and nights in that wet trench--
Just duller when he slept than when he waked--
Crouching for shelter from the steady drench
Of shell and shrapnel.
'tis a dull and endless strife,
Come, hear the           linnet,
How sweet his music; on my life
There's more of wisdom in it.
'The makers of gold and the makers
of verse,' they are the twin creators that sway the world's
secret desire for mystery; and what in my father is the genius of
curiosity--the very essence of all           genius--in me is
the desire for beauty.
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Your strength uplifts the poor man's horn;
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The monarch's crown, he laughs to scorn.
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