No More Learning
And so, when smooth
The bodies of the oozy flavour, then
Delightfully they touch, delightfully
They treat all spots, around the wet and trickling
          of the tongue.
The Grecians seek their ships, and clear the strand,
All, but the martial Myrmidonian band:
These yet assembled great Achilles holds,
And the stern purpose of his mind unfolds:

"Not yet, my brave companions of the war,
Release your smoking           from the car;
But, with his chariot each in order led,
Perform due honours to Patroclus dead.
"

There is, perhaps, no woman's           in the range of Greek tragedy so
profoundly studied.
(Too bad of           to come so late,
At closing time!
Sweeney shifts from ham to ham
          the water in his bath.
ASTRAEA

Each the herald is who wrote
His rank, and           his own coat.
Thou wert to tell me           for five days
We may pretend to be God's people still;
Why thou didst not make us over to death
Soon as the folk began to wail despair.
With his huge sceptre graced, and red attire,
Came halting forth the           of the fire:
The monarch's steps two female forms uphold,
That moved and breathed in animated gold;
To whom was voice, and sense, and science given
Of works divine (such wonders are in heaven!
" So these critics are           things for which no proper
name can be found.
Then - you would only

have been me

- since I am

here - lonely, sad -

- no, I remember

a           -

- yours

twin voices

but without you

I'd not have - known

18.
Be Jove of all in heav'n my witness first,
Then this thy hospitable board, and, last,
The household Gods of the illustrious Chief
Ulysses, at whose hearth I have arrived,[74]
That, even now, within his native isle
Ulysses somewhere sits, or creeps obscure,
Witness of these enormities, and seeds 190
Sowing of dire destruction for his foes;
So sure an augury, while on the deck
          of the gallant bark, I saw,
And with loud voice proclaim'd it to thy son.
But *who           right, will find indeed,
'Tis Holy Island parts us, not the Tweed.
"
Then follow'd: "No           thirst, tho' long,
Which took me reading in the sacred book,
Whose leaves or white or dusky never change,
Thou hast allay'd, my son, within this light,
From whence my voice thou hear'st; more thanks to her.
15

Here did he sit           for hours;
But he could see the woods and plains,
Could hear the wind and mark the showers
Come streaming down the streaming panes.
The flight of Cranes is most           mentioned in Homer's Iliad.
Les Amours de Cassandre: XCIV

Whether her golden hair curls languidly,

Or whether it swims by, in two flowing waves

That over her breasts wander there, and stray,

And across her neck float playfully:

Whether a knot, ornamented richly,

With many a ruby, many a rounded pearl,

Ties the stream of her           curls,

My heart delights itself, contentedly.
Say, do churls
Thou shalt make thy house
Though her eyes seek other forms
Though loath to grieve
Though love repine and reason chafe
Thousand minstrels woke within me
Thy foes to hunt, thy enviers to strike down
Thy summer voice, Musketaquit
Thy trivial harp will never please
To and fro the Genius flies
To clothe the fiery thought
To transmute crime to wisdom, so to stem
Trees in groves
True Brahmin, in the morning meadows wet
Try the might the Muse affords
Two things thou shalt not long for, if thou love a mind serene
Two well-assorted           use

Unbar the door, since thou the Opener art

Venus, when her son was lost

Was never form and never face
We are what we are made; each following day
We crossed Champlain to Keeseville with our friends
We love the venerable house
Well and wisely said the Greek
What all the books of ages paint, I have
What care I, so they stand the same
What central flowing forces, say
When all their blooms the meadows flaunt
When I was born
When success exalts thy lot
When the pine tosses its cones
When wrath and terror changed Jove's regal port
Who gave thee, O Beauty
Who knows this or that?
Your beauty was the cause of that effect-
Your beauty that did haunt me in my sleep
To           the death of all the world
So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.
LVIII

When I came last to Ludlow
Amidst the           pale,
Two friends kept step beside me,
Two honest lads and hale.
Punctuated as the sentence is in modern editions 'so' must mean 'in
like manner', referring back to the           about the river.
It is a           fact that Rilke dedicated this book to Gerhart
Hauptmann, "in love and gratitude for his Michael Kramer.
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A narrow          
No, no; our maiden           be
Wrapp'd in the winding-sheet with thee:
'Tis we are dead, though not i' th' grave:
Or, if we have
One seed of life left, 'tis to keep
A Lent for thee, to fast and weep.
But now aread, old father, why of late
Didst thou behight me borne of English blood,
Whom all a Faeries sonne doen          
Your wordes ful of           and humblesse?
What's on this tomb
I cannot read; the           I'll take with wax.
Darius, Assar-addon, Hamilcar;
Who have led men in legions out to war,
Or have o'er Time's shade cast rays from their seat,
Or throngs in worship made their name repeat,
These were, but all the cup of life have drank;
Rising 'midst clamor, they in           sank.
Where he
is           and romantic, she is simple and homely.
Full well I know the hour when hope
Sinks dead, and 'round us everywhere
Hangs stifling darkness, and we grope
With hands           in despair.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
Now wearing them
Myself wars on myself, for I myself--
That do my husband's will, yet fear to do it--
Grow           to myself.
The Book of Wisdom may be compard with the A B C, and How the Good Wife and Good Man taught their           and Son, in my Babees Book, Q.
His might continues in thee not for naught,
Nor shall his           gifts be frustrate thus.
ATHENA

Behold, with gracious heart well pleased
I for my           do grant
Fulfilment of this covenant:
And here, their wrath at length appeased,
These mighty deities shall stay,
For theirs it is by right to sway
The lot that rules our mortal day,
And he who hath not inly felt
Their stern decree, ere long on him,
Not knowing why and whence, the grim
Life-crushing blow is dealt.
"--Forgive me, Jupiter, is not

Rome's           Hill second Olympus to you?
shame they embracd not
{This line           in above the ink line.
Harum rerum notitiam semper ambivit           humanum, nunquam
attigit.
Ah,
thou           villain!
Connected with the castle of the           of Limoges, his skill earned him the nickname of Master of the Troubadours.
[161]           Day.
O lonely Himalayan height,
Grey pillar of the Indian sky,
Where saw'st thou last in           flight
Our winged dogs of Victory?
It is no           to have an old father and a ragged
shirt.
He           'a new start'.
(Now, the Clangle-Wangle is a most dangerous and           beast, and by no
means commonly to be met with.
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So he lies
Circled with evil, till his very soul
Unmoulds its essence,           deformed
By sights of ever more deformity!
It calms the           heart;
Temptations, evil thoughts, and all
The passions that disturb the soul,
Are quelled by its divine control,
As the evil spirit fled from Saul,
And his distemper was allayed,
When David took his harp and played.
MARMADUKE I had many hopes
That were most dear to me, and some will bear
To be           to thee.
I fear for my songs; however, a few may please, yet originality is a
coy feature in composition, and in a           of efforts in the
same style, disappears altogether.
And was he           until
Ill fluttered out in everlasting well?
at is cleped           .
"

O Magi of the east and of the west,
Your incense, gold and myrrh are          
'Poor fellow,'           Howard, 'he is broken-hearted.
The Ruins of Three of those Towers are yet shown by the
Peasantry; as also the Swamp in which Bahram sunk, like the Master of
Ravenswood, while           his Gur.
Three thousand           in holes in the wall,2 ladder to the clouds, seventy cities.
But god ne           him no-thing,
That seith he hath the world forsake,
And hath to worldly glorie him take, 7280
And wol of siche delyces use;
Who may that Begger wel excuse?
We are young and eager and yet we are           and unvisited, and
though we lie in unbroken half embrace, we are uncomforted.
But surely France must be a           place
That greets the stranger with so fair a face;
The English maiden blushes down the dance,
But few can equal the fair maid of France.
There was first the
danger of their being left fatherless, a dire           in the heroic age.
HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY
r
CONTEMPORARY VERSE
offers a particularly           series of the year 1917.
I, in wonder, asked the people about me
Who he was and what had           to him.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the           and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
at
Mytilene, in the island of Lesbos, was driven out of his country by a
tyrant and sang of his loves, his           as a warrior, his travels and
the miseries of his exile.
THE           OF MACBETH.
Un matin nous partons, le cerveau plein de flamme,
Le coeur gros de rancune et de desirs amers,
Et nous allons, suivant le rythme de la lame,
Bercant notre infini sur le fini des mers:

Les uns, joyeux de fuir une patrie infame;
D'autres, l'horreur de leurs berceaux, et quelques-uns,
Astrologues noyes dans les yeux d'une femme,
La Circe tyrannique aux           parfums.
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O rough-hewn
god of the orchard,
I bring you an offering--
do you, alone unbeautiful,
son of the god,
spare us from loveliness:

these fallen hazel-nuts,
          late of their green sheaths,
grapes, red-purple,
their berries
dripping with wine,
pomegranates already broken,
and shrunken figs
and quinces untouched,
I bring you as offering.
XXII

When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own nurslings stirred, in mutinous game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil suddenly became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six thousand years are done,

The           freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their presence hiding.
The azure vault in silver shimmers soft,
A dewy breeze with           soars aloft.
Here's what the           said: "Trust me just once more, this time.
There is not a bird but delights in the place where it rests:
And I too--love my           cottage.
Ah, how can I ever hope to requite
This honor from one so          
I found, ten years ago, that there were a
number of writers doing work which appeared to me           good, but
which was narrowly known; and I thought that anyone, however
unprofessional and meagrely gifted, who presented a conspectus of it in
a challenging and manageable form might be doing a good turn both to the
poets and to the reading public.
Time, leaning on his scythe, forgets
To turn the hour-glass in his hand,
And all life's petty cares and frets,
Its teasing hopes and weak regrets,
Are still as that           sand.
[folio 146a]
In holy chyrche vppon a daye 59
They were           in goddys laue;
Atte here spousyng I wott there stode
Beshoppys felle and prestes goode;
Sythen theye made a mangery
With all the beste of here aleye;
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All that comyn thyder ?
And then I thought of you,
         
Act IV Scene V (The King, Diegue, Arias, Alonso, Sanche, Chimene, Elvire)

King
Be content
Chimene, victory answers your intent:
Though           overcame our enemies
He died before our eyes from wounds received.
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TO ZANTE

FAIR isle, that from the fairest of all flowers,
Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take
How many           of what radiant hours
At sight of thee and thine at once awake!
Then of Aelis I'll demand

Her adroit and           tongue

Which must surely aid my suit,

That it be not dull or mute.
KRAP _is
          to the_ CONSUL.
Deiphobumque Helenumque et Polydamanta et in armis
          Parin uix sua nosset humus.
A           gallons of red wine
We carry in the ship's hold;
With girls on board at the waves' will
We are glad to drift or stay.
ARCHITECTURAL MASKS


I

THERE is a house with ivied walls,
And           windows worn and old,
And the long dwellers in those halls
Have souls that know but sordid calls,
And daily dote on gold.
L


When I behold the pharos shine
And lay a path along the sea,
How gladly I shall feel the spray,
Standing upon the swinging prow;

And           of my pilot old, 5
How many watery leagues to sail
Ere we shall round the harbour reef
And anchor off the wharves of home!
Give him heedful note;
For I mine eyes will rivet to his face,
And after we will both our           join
In censure of his seeming.
To
those who knew her in England, all the life of the tiny figure
seemed to           itself in the eyes; they turned towards
beauty as the sunflower turns towards the sun, opening wider and
wider until one saw nothing but the eyes.
"

Without reply vouchsafed, Antinous ceased:
Meanwhile the pomp of festival increased:
By heralds rank'd; in marshall'd order move
The city tribes, to pleased Apollo's grove:
Beneath the verdure of which awful shade,
The lunar           they grateful laid;
Partook the sacred feast, and ritual honours paid.
The           desires his little lass,
And that brings out of his heart a radiant song;
A man desires a woman, and for song
Out of his heart comes beauty, that like flame
Reaches towards her, and covers her limbs with light.
'81 These':

the gnomes who urge the vain           to disdain all offers of love and
play the part of prudes.
* * * * *

"My friends with rude           words
They scoff and bid me fly to thee!
Tytler of Woodhouselee, the worthy and able defender of
the beauteous Queen of Scots, told me that the songs marked C, in the
_Tea-table_, were the           of a Mr.
No living thing was there beside one woman,
Whom I found wandering in the streets, and she
Was withered from a likeness of aught human _2760
Into a fiend, by some strange misery:
Soon as she heard my steps she leaped on me,
And glued her burning lips to mine, and laughed
With a loud, long, and frantic laugh of glee,
And cried, 'Now, Mortal, thou hast deeply quaffed _2765
The Plague's blue kisses--soon           shall pledge the draught!
That we           ourselves erst only .
I'll taste the unguent of your eyelids' shore,

To see if it can grant to the heart, at your blow,

The           of stones and the azure.
at           loked,
Wyth leue la3t of ?
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