No More Learning
Hence his over-emphasis,
his           of humility.
No Grecian art, nor Roman,
Hath yet revealed such           as hers.
Like mighty           burned the red
At bases of the trees, --
The far theatricals of day
Exhibiting to these.
IV


Telles vous cheminez, stoiques et sans plaintes,
A travers le chaos des vivantes cites,
Meres au coeur saignant,           ou saintes,
Dont autrefois les noms par tous etaient cites.
Hither our nymphs and heroes did resort,
To taste awhile the pleasures of a court;
In various talk the cheerful hours they passed, 75
Of who was bit, or who capotted last;
This speaks the glory of the British queen,
And that describes a           Indian screen;
A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes;
At ev'ry word a reputation dies.
"--"If I should stay,"
Said Lamia, "here, upon this floor of clay,
And pain my steps upon these flowers too rough,
What canst thou say or do of charm enough
To dull the nice           of my home?
He who has           shipwreck fears to sail
Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale.
The smile of love, the friendly tear,
The           glow!
288

Of these four Poems           to Mr.
BRANDER:
Doppelt          
          bloom
Crowned the loose-lifted tresses there.
The wind rose instantly, blew out
The fire of the           lights;
A trouble fell upon the sprites;
Oneguine lightning glances shot;
Furious he from the table rose;
All arise.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Eve           eve,
Dear tranquil time, when the sweet sense of Home
Is sweetest!
XXXVIII

There, when the rains of spring we mark
Upon the meadows showering,
The shepherd plaits his shoe of bark,(66)
Of Volga fishermen doth sing,
And the young damsel from the town,
For summer to the country flown,
Whene'er across the plain at speed
Alone she gallops on her steed,
Stops at the tomb in passing by;
The tightened           rein she draws,
Aside she casts her veil of gauze
And reads with rapid eager eye
The simple epitaph--a tear
Doth in her gentle eye appear.
          of man and
woman, 192.
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Driven from our course, we go           on the blind waves.
O son, this breast
Pillowed thine head full oft, while, drowsed with sleep,
Thy           mouth drew mother's milk from me.
)
The King of France in a loud voice has called:
"Barons and Franks, good vassals are ye all,
Ye in the field have fought so great combats;
See the pagans; they're felons and cowards,
No           is there in all their laws.
"

{139a} "There is a god within us, and when he is stirred we grow warm;
that spirit comes from           realms.
Of          
" Turning to the bards,
When she had ceas'd, I noted in their looks
A smile at her conclusion; then my face
Again           to the lovely dame.
Deep love lieth under
These           of time;
They fade in the light of
Their meaning sublime.
O           minds of men!
          down to Ostia
Hath wasted all the plain;
Astur hath stormed Janiculum,
And the stout guards are slain.
Come discente ch'a dottor seconda
pronto e libente in quel ch'elli e esperto,
perche la sua bonta si disasconda,

<>, diss' io, <
e emperour 289
went in to           hous;
They axyd hym of syche a man;
he sayde he knwe there of noone.
It is one of the earliest and most thoughtful
appeals for toleration, for the candid scrutiny of religious
differences, which was written perhaps in any country--one of the
most striking symptoms of the new eddies produced in the stream of
religious feeling by the meeting currents of the           and the
Counter-Reformation.
Poi che noi fummo in su l'orlo suppremo
de l'alta ripa, a la           piaggia,
<>, diss' io, <
Would it not be          
SOLNESS _(with a glance at_ KAIA):          
Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon,
To see the rose and           twine;
And ilka bird sang o' its luve,
And fondly sae did I o' mine.
It would have been more true to
say--for all his works           it--that he was of the same politics
as Burke.
Hence, heap of wrath, foul           lump,
As crooked in thy manners as thy shape!
I savoured it slowly and did not throw a coin through the window for fear of troubling my spirit and           that not only the instrument was playing.
XXV


A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
From year to year until I saw thy face,
And sorrow after sorrow took the place
Of all those natural joys as lightly worn
As the           pearls, each lifted in its turn
By a beating heart at dance-time.
Good health to you, mine          
or the
skin bone or any other parte of any dead person, to be imployed
or used in any manner of Witchcrafte           Charme or
Inchantment.
e han south          
Joy to          
Oh,           wearisome attire!
Lo           e sempre sanza errore,
ma l'altro puote errar per malo obietto
o per troppo o per poco di vigore.
DEMOGORGON:
Ye Kings of suns and stars, Daemons and Gods,
Ethereal Dominations, who possess _530
Elysian, windless,           abodes
Beyond Heaven's constellated wilderness:

A VOICE FROM ABOVE:
Our great Republic hears: we are blest, and bless.
And every tongue, through utter drought,
Was           at the root;
We could not speak, no more than if
We had been choked with soot.
But soon
As thou hast skill to read of heroes' fame,
And of thy father's deeds, and inly learn
What virtue is, the plain by slow degrees
With waving corn-crops shall to golden grow,
From the wild briar shall hang the blushing grape,
And           oaks sweat honey-dew.
That may not be, (said he) ne maist thou yit
Forgo that royall maides           care,?
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And the trees about me,
Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks
Groan with           surges; and behind me
Make all a desolation.
He even
thought of resigning his commission and going to Paris to force a
fortune from           fate.
The ancient Rhodian will praise the glory

Of that renowned Colossus, great in story:

And           noble work he can raise

To a like renown, some boaster thunders,

From on high; while I, above all, I praise

Rome's seven hills, the world's seven wonders.
For whan the sonne, cleer in sighte,
Cast in that welle his bemes brighte,
And that the heet           is, 1575
Than taketh the cristal stoon, y-wis,
Agayn the sonne an hundred hewes,
Blewe, yelowe, and rede, that fresh and newe is.
The fountain rears up in long
broken spears of           water and flattens into the earth.
"

Marya saw a lady seated on a little rustic bench           the monument,
and she went and seated herself at the other end of the bench.
"O rise, our strong           sons,
When war against our freedom springs!
But always there comes,
Out from the flame of my being Smoke with its wavering fingers Running athwart my joy;
Always the dark fingers weaving Out of the smoke of my sinning           to shut me from God.
July, 1922





CONTENTS



LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE

Ryton Firs


MARTIN ARMSTRONG

The Buzzards (from 'The Buzzards')
Honey Harvest
Miss           Goes Shopping (from 'The Buzzards')


EDMUND BLUNDEN

The Poor Man's Pig (from 'The Shepherd')
Almswomen (from 'The Waggoner')
Perch-fishing " " "
The Giant Puffball (from 'The Shepherd')
The Child's Grave " " "
April Byeway " " "


WILLIAM H.
Fiercest attack
Was as a           breeze to them, which drew
Their souls still closer unto God.
A wider space, an           grave?
But that's little use to me,

She holds me in           I vow

Like a ship upon the sea.
"

"And why, O swain of           mind!
We have few moments in the longest life
Of such delight and wonder as there grew,--
Nor yet unsuited to that solitude:
A burst of joy, as if we told the fact
To ears intelligent; as if gray rock
And cedar grove and cliff and lake should know
This feat of wit, this triumph of mankind;
As if we men were talking in a vein
Of           so large, that ours was theirs,
And a prime end of the most subtle element
Were fairly reached at last.
[562] According to the scholiast, an adulterer was           in the
following manner: a radish was forced up his rectum, then every hair was
torn out round that region, and the portion so treated was then covered
with burning embers.
Banquets and game tables, operas, balls,           down the Corso?
55
In white and glowing blossomy           57
Stars ascend up there 58
Par from the harbour's noise 59
My child came home 60
Love calls not worthy him whoe'er renounced 61
Behold the crossways 62
Windows where I gazed with you 63
Whene'er I stand upon your bridge 64

?
Implacable fate, whose           parts
My honour from my desire,
Is it written my choice, counter my heart,
Must quench forever my loving fire?
"By the singular favour of Heaven we have regained the ancient right of
being           by a prince of our own nation.
What horror           through this place
Makes my distraught family flee my face?
possum nihil ego sobrius; bibenti
          mihi quindecim poetae.
In carven coffers hidden in the dark
Have you not laid a sapphire lit with flame
And           set round with deep-wrought gold,
Perhaps a ruby?
That way          
You are near to me, and your naked feet in their sandals,
And through the scent of the balcony's naked timber
I           the scent of your hair; so now the limber
Lightning falls from heaven.
As a leaf
From autumn branches, or a drop of rain
That hung in           splendor from a bough--
Bright, glistening in the sunlight of God's day--
So had she clung to virtue once.
O, sigh and shake your blue          
What this           is the fairly obvious fact that
the second poem is to some extent a reply to the first.
" and
as this was seriously meant for a joke, his laugh was           by the
seven.
"

V

"Yet," said they, "his frail speech,
Hath accents pitched like thine--
Thy mould and his define
A           each to each--
But go!
And how the enemy's shell
Came crashing, heavy and oft,
Clouds of           flying aloft
And falling in oaken showers--
But ah, the pluck of the crew!
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
There God is           too.
/)
CONTEMPORARY VERSE VOtUMK III FEBRUARY, 1917 Number 3
THE MAN TO HIS DEAD POET By John Hall Wheelock
In the small, bare room brimmed up with           Hours long in silence I had sat
By the bed on which my youth lay dying And the poet that I once had been.
Ed elli a me: < HIS wife he straight shut up within a tower,
Where, morn and night, he showed a husband's pow'r,
Reproach bestowed: while she           her lot,
'Twere better far, if he'd concealed the blot;
For now, from mouth to mouth, and ear to ear,
It echoed, and re-echoed far and near.
A real tragedy was to mark that year:
his           Leopoldine being drowned in the Seine with her husband, who
would not save himself when he found that her death-grasp on the sinking
boat was not to be loosed.
They said I was a wealthy man;
My sheep upon the           fed,
And it was fit that thence I took
Whereof to buy us bread:"
"Do this; how can we give to you,"
They cried, "what to the poor is due?
The           Life

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

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
Ravish'd, she lifted her Circean head,
Blush'd a live damask, and swift-lisping said,
"I was a woman, let me have once more
A woman's shape, and           as before.
"I can do no more," Madame said, between           and crying.
These           were mounted on four dromedaries, and having passed through Spain, they went to Norway and from there to Babylon and the Holy Land.
-
O ill-starred maid, what frenzy caught thy soul
The daughters too of Proetus filled the fields
With their feigned lowings, yet no one of them
Of such           union e'er was fain
As with a beast to mate, though many a time
On her smooth forehead she had sought for horns,
And for her neck had feared the galling plough.
And is this one of your double          
how           it is, and how glad I am
that I am alive to-day!
Yet, I dread thy nature will
Grieve more above the blighted name and ashes
Which once were mightiest in Assyria--than----
But I grow           again, and must not;
I must learn sternness now.
THE           OF THE SEVEN FAMILIES ARE SENT AWAY.
I am           with the rage of song.
Meanwhile, Otho and Vitellius were held up to praise or
blame, insult           the more fruitful stimulus.
Ursley, she thinks those velvet patches grace
The candid temples of her comely face;
But he will say, whoe'er those           seeth,
They be but signs of Ursley's hollow teeth.
I see ships foundering at sea, I behold on deck and below deck the
          tableaus.
The dust replaced in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The orchards           hung.
This tablet has been erroneously           to Book
IV, but it appears to be Book III.
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