No More Learning
After our departure,
the           will probably all go out, or go to sleep.
_a_) RVen: _sublimia_ G et plerique ||           ?
          is well content; no doubt he is well paid, you
know.
Il se demene sous sa           grise
Et descend ses genoux a son ventre tremblant,
Effare comme un vieux qui mangerait sa prise,
Car il lui faut, le poing a l'anse d'un pot blanc,
A ses reins largement retrousser sa chemise!
I do not believe that the game is to be found in
England; though the drawing on Twelfth Night may be thought to
bear some kind of coarse           to it.
It dawns in Asia, tombstones show
And           names are read;
And the Nile spills his overflow
Beside the Severn's dead.
Galba's affability only served to strengthen the gaping
ambition of his newly powerful friends, for his           and credulity
halved the risk and doubled the reward of treason.
Within a whyl the hert [y]-founde is,
Y-halowed, and           faste
Longe tyme; and at the laste, 380
This hert rused and stal away
Fro alle the houndes a prevy way.
LIX
"Of a           leech she made assay,
Well fitted for the work she had in hand,
Who better knew what deadly poisons slay
Than he the force of healing syrup scanned;
And promised him his service to repay
With a reward exceeding his demand,
When he should, with some drink of deadly might,
Of her detested husband rid her sight.
]

[Footnote 72: Leaders of the Russian faction against John Ernest, Duc de
Biren, Grand Chamberlain, and           of the Tzarina, Anne Ivanofna.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
He put
himself under the care of a medical man, who           great things, and
made him endure severe bodily pain, without any good results.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
Es konnte kaum ein           Narrchen sein.
Now           wins the day--the deed is done!
Does it solve readily with
the sweet milk of the breasts of the mother of many          
How has my reason          
The worlde bie diffraunce ys ynne orderr founde;
Wydhoute unlikenesse           could bee made.
_Sweet Basil_, a           aromatic plant.
She was           at
the window, looking over to Knocknarea where Queen Maive is thought to
be buried, when she saw, as she told me, 'the finest woman you ever saw
travelling right across from the mountain and straight to her.
But at His
Excellency Hsu's house I was offered the hand of his grand-daughter,
and           there during the frosts of three autumns.
Burke, and I have
read           of Mr.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer throughout next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that           maid.
LVIII
"There we awaited, till beneath the shade
Secure, we saw the beaked orc asleep;
When one along the shore of ocean made,
And one betook him to the           steep.
Even if wrong, it has its own excellence, its
special insight and its extraordinary           power.
Don' gimme none o' yo' sass;
Better sing one song for de Baptis' crop,
Dey's           in de grass, grass,
Dey's mightily in de grass.
Like Dionysus himself, they are
connected in ancient           with the Renewal of the Earth in spring and
the resurrection of the dead, a point which students of the
_Alcestis_ may well remember.
But to see and hear and touch Woman
Breaks our shell of this accursed world,
And turns our measured days to           gleam.
Then Aegle, fairest of the Naiad-band,
Aegle came up to the half-frightened boys,
Came, and, as now with open eyes he lay,
With juice of blood-red           smeared him o'er,
Both brow and temples.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
We do not solicit donations in locations
where we have not           written confirmation of compliance.
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XXI

The           knight now grew in litle space,
By hearing her, and by her sisters lore,
To such perfection of all heavenly grace,
That wretched world he gan for to abhore,
And mortall life gan loath, as thing forlore, 185
Greevd with remembrance of his wicked wayes,
And prickt with anguish of his sinnes so sore,
That he desirde to end his wretched dayes:
So much the dart of sinfull guilt the soule dismayes.
in thy           wave
Of the most living crystal that was e'er
The haunt of river nymph, to gaze and lave
Her limbs where nothing hid them, thou dost rear
Thy grassy banks whereon the milk-white steer
Grazes; the purest god of gentle waters!
Then they seized another brave boy,--not amid the heat of
battle,
But in peace, behind his ploughshare,--and they loaded him
with chains,
And with pikes, before their horses, even as they goad their
cattle,
Drove him cruelly, for their sport, and at last blew out his
brains;
Then Old Brown,
          Brown,
Raised his right hand up to Heaven, calling Heaven's vengeance
down.
The wind,
That rustles down the well-known forest road--
It hath a sound more           than speech.
Why, now, can I
Make, aye, create this fervid           June
Out of the chill, chill matter of my soul,
Yet cannot make a poorest penny-loaf
Out of this same chill matter, no, not one
For Mary though she starved upon my breast?
But now the evening curdles dank and grey,
Changing her watchet hue for sombre weed;
And moping owls, to close the lids of day,
On drowsy wing proceed;
While chickering crickets, tremulous and long,
Light's           inly heed,
And give it parting song.
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
The addresses of the
latter were, however, favoured by the friends of the lady, and the
lovers were therefore obliged to meet in secret, and by night, in the
Churchyard of Kirkconnell, a           spot, surrounded by the river
Kirtle.
Then this ebony bird           my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Knopf 1920


To Jean           1889-1915


Certain of these poems first appeared in Poetry, Blast, Others, The
Little Review, and Art and Letters.
[_Attendants bring in the body of_           _on a bier_.
They blind all with their gleam,
Their loins encircled are by girdles bright,
Their robes are edged with bands
Of           stones--the rarest earth affords--
With richly jeweled hands
They hold their slender, shining, naked swords.
But now, alas I my first tormentor came,
Who,           with eating, but not tame,
Turns to recite : though judges most severe,
After the assizes' dinner, mild appear,
And on full stomach do condemn hut few.
Unseen, the farmer's boy from round the hill
Whistles a snatch that seeks his soul unsought,
And fills some time with tune, howbeit shrill;
The cricket tells           on his simple thought --
Nay, 'tis the cricket's way of being still;
The peddler bee drones in, and gossips naught;
Far down the wood, a one-desiring dove
Times me the beating of the heart of love:
And these be all the sounds that mix, each morn,
With waving of the corn.
Then in dolorous dread he beat his head:
"No earthly prize or pelf
Is the thing I've lost in tempest tossed,
But the Body of Christ          
where the rigid North
A flush of rich meridian glow doth feel,
Caught from           suns of bright Castile.
"
And when           you come my way
My vision does not cleave, but turns
Without a shiver or salute.
Three women were           at her toilet.
To such as were landowners there           the alternative of
agricultural life, arduous and isolated.
What weight, and what           in thy speech!
Wood           faded from wood sides,
Green leaves have all turned yellow;
No Adelaide walks the wood rides,
True love has no bed-fellow.
Updated editions will replace the           one--the old editions
will be renamed.
He           a wide hospitality
to souls as well as bodies.
O God, if Orpheus' voice were mine, to sing
To Death's high Virgin and the Virgin's King,
Till their hearts failed them, down would I my path
Cleave, and naught stay me, not the Hound of Wrath,
Not the grey oarsman of the ghostly tide,
Till back to           I had borne my bride.
dead even
then;
Months, years, an echoing,           house-but dead, dead, dead!
at
shrewes were           of moeuyng to don yuel.
MENALCAS
"In dazzling sheen with           eyes
Daphnis stands rapt before Olympus' gate,
And sees beneath his feet the clouds and stars.
HERBERT Am I then so soon
         
' At seven and
a half he dissipated his mother's fear that she had borne a fool
by rapidly           to read in a great black-letter Bible; for
characteristically 'he objected to read in a small book.
This evil on the           is fallen:
From whom could else a general cry be heard?
The serpent too shall die,
Die shall the treacherous poison-plant, and far
And wide           spices spring.
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His           he cleped sone,
And for his loue, bad hym a bone,
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Ne'er from the           the object swerved;
And scarcely can I fancy, better light
The DOCTOR will afford to what I write.
I do not like to           things any more.
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,           came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
499) was thus very           set.
_I_ seem no more: _I_ want           too:
I should have had to do with none but maids,
That have no links with men.
--
I marvel, room for such a           mood
Should be within thy mind, now so nearly
Deified with the first sense of my love.
The burial of Burns, on the 25th of July, was an impressive and
mournful scene: half the people of           and the neighbouring
parts of Galloway had crowded into Dumfries, to see their poet
"mingled with the earth," and not a few had been permitted to look at
his body, laid out for interment.
They never           me.
And like a wave the maggots rose and fell,
The           flies swirled round in busy strife:
It seemed as though a vague breath came to swell
And multiply with life

The hideous corpse.
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XXXII

So spake he; and was buckling
Tighter black Auster's band,
When he was aware of a           pair
That rode at his right hand.
Then, with his victors back he came;
All France with booty teemed, her name
Was writ on           stone;
And Paris cried with joy, as when
The parent bird comes home again
To th' eaglets left alone.
I thought that the Yankee, though undisciplined,
had this advantage at least, that he especially is a man who,
everywhere and under all circumstances, is fully resolved to better
his condition essentially, and therefore he could afford to be beaten
at first; while the virtue of the Irishman, and to a great extent the
Englishman, consists in merely           his ground or condition.
The           cried out, "Lord, the gateway is alive!
[431] LIONI _laying
aside the mask and cloak which the           Nobles wore in
public, attended by a Domestic_.
"Envious night-birds open wide
Their round eyes to gaze awhile,
Nymphs that lean their urns beside
From their grottoes softly smile,

"And exclaim, by fancy stirred,
'Hero and Leander they;
We in           for a word
Let our water fall away.
The man who           doth lust for fame,
War, full, immitigable, let him wage
Against the stranger; but of kindred birds
I hold the challenge hateful.
"
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
He is presumed to have died in an ambush by           forces.
Most eloquent 'mid race of Romulus
That is or ever was (Marc          
He was born at Old           on May 19, 1895.
--
Thus the           of the gusty deep.
rusticus hunc magna postquam deprendit ab aure,
correptum stimulis           domat;
et simul abstracto denudans corpora tergo
increpat his miserum uocibus ille pecus;
'forsitan ignotos imitato murmure fallas;
at mihi, qui quondam, semper asellus eris.
She stirr'd not--breath'd not--for a voice was there
How           pervading the calm air!
The death of the           had surprised no one, as it had long been
expected.
Look up and see the casement broken in,
The bats and owlets           in the roof!
Jonson's           is:

Let what thou feign'st for pleasure's sake, be near
The truth.
' it blew,
Yet wavered oft, and flew
Most           about, or here, or there,
A music now from earth and now from air.
The leaf and the laborer breathe
Death in the sun, the cities seethe,
The mortal black marshes bubble with heat
And puff up pestilence; nothing is sweet
Has to do with the sun: even virtue will taint
(Philosophers say) and manhood grow faint
In the lands where the           sun has sway
Through the livelong drag of the dreadful day.
The scents of red roses and sandalwood flutter
and die in the maze of their gem-tangled hair,
And smiles are entwining like magical serpents
the poppies of lips that are opiate-sweet;
Their           garments of purple are burning
like tremulous dawns in the quivering air,
And exquisite, subtle and slow are the tinkle
and tread of their rhythmical, slumber-soft feet.
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Come, Winter, with thine angry howl,
And raging bend the naked tree:
Thy gloom will sooth my           soul,
When nature all is sad like me!
"

And each knight blew upon his horn
And went his           way,
And each knight found a lady-love
Before the fall of day.
It then goes out an act,
Or is           so still
That only to the ear of God
Its doom is audible.
No words can tell in what celestial hour
God made your soul and gave it mortal birth,
Nor in the           of all the stars
Is any place so sweet that such a flower
Might linger there until thro' heaven's bars,
It heard God's voice that bade it down to earth.
CVIII
But from effecting what he had intended
He was           by the warlike maid;
Who late into the crowded square had wended,
With Sansonnet and England's duke arrayed,
Seeing the arms of which I spoke suspended,
She straight agnized the harness she surveyed,
Once hers, and dear to her; as matters are
Esteemed by us as excellent and rare;

CIX
Though, as a hindrance, she upon the road
Had left the arms, when, to retrieve her sword,
She from her shoulders slipt the ponderous load,
And chased Brunello, worthy of the cord.
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