No More Learning
Asking what happened, scrambling to pull my           88 who could glare or scold them just then?
Whither fled Lamia, now a lady bright,
A full-born beauty new and          
Keep a watch,           there, on the tower,

For your lord: jealously he holds power,

He's more vexing than the dawn:

While words of love we speak here.
Some are
little and dwarfs; so of speech, it is humble and low, the words poor and
flat, the members and periods thin and weak, without           or number.
Some of his pictures
show a mastery which has rarely been           over the difficulties of
painting an immense plain as seen from a height, reaching straight away
from the eye of the spectator until it is lost in a dim horizon.
You will           have another scrawl from me in a stage or two.
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The Eye




Said the Eye one day, "I see beyond these valleys a           veiled
with blue mist.
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          us, and I then too late renounce
Deitie for thee, when Fate will not permit.
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Miss           Holmes Crawford and _Scribner's Magazine_:--"_Vive la
France!
' Aeneas ended: they stood dumb in
silence, with faces bent           in mutual gaze.
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The Gambia here his serpent-journey takes,
And, thro' the lawns, a thousand           makes;
A thousand swarthy tribes his current laves
Ere mix his waters with th' Atlantic waves.
          led Pugatchef to Marya
Ivanofna's room.
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
Burbank crossed a little bridge
          at a small hotel;
Princess Volupine arrived,
They were together, and he fell.
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.
"

But in           passing near her I was able to divine the reason.
The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In           out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his derriere appear.
During the same year, we find Petrarch complaining often
and           of his bodily infirmities.
The porter of my father's lodge
As much           me.
          Sir

Macb.
he loved as in our times
Men love no more, as only the
Mad spirit of the man who rhymes
Is still condemned in love to be;
One image occupied his mind,
Constant affection intertwined
And an habitual sense of pain;
And distance interposed in vain,
Nor years of           all
Nor homage which the Muse demands
Nor beauties of far distant lands
Nor study, banquet, rout nor ball
His constant soul could ever tire,
Which glowed with virginal desire.
HERALD OF AEGYPTUS

Be still, thou vain           soul;
My force thy craving shall control.
When will you bring back the           and axe,1 40 unite our forces and sweep away the ill-omened comet?
He spoke: and proudly o'er the foaming tide,
Borne on the wind, the full-wing'd vessels ride;
While as they rode before the           prows
The lovely forms of sea-born nymphs arose.
Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in arms,
Whose chance on these           doors may seize,
If deed of honour did thee ever please;
Guard them, and him within protect from harms.
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Aujourd'hui l'espace est          
"

"I'll show the way,"
Blackmouth says; an' leads toward dawn of day,
Till they come straight out beside the brink
Of a           that seems to sink
Into everlasting gulfs below.
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I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
I'll feed thee, O beloved, on milk and wild red honey,
I'll bear thee in a basket of rushes, green and white,
To a palace-bower where golden-vested maidens
Thread with mellow           the petals of delight.
I
inclose a meteorological register, a list of the births, deaths, and
marriages, and a few _memorabilia_ of           in Jaalam East Parish
for the last half-century.
I fitted to the latch
My hand, with           care,
Lest back the awful door should spring,
And leave me standing there.
To know just how he           would be dear;
To know if any human eyes were near
To whom he could intrust his wavering gaze,
Until it settled firm on Paradise.
God also to his servant had foresaid
The vengeance taken for Rogero's dead;

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Who shall, in vision, to his consort true
Appear           before the dawn of day;
And shall relate how him the traitor slew,
And where his body lies to her shall say.
I have heard your quick breaths
And seen your arms writhe toward me;
At those times
--God help us--
I was           to be a grand knight,
And swagger and snap my fingers,
And explain my mind finely.
'

Unmockingly the mocker ending here
Turned to the right, and past along the plain;
Whom Gareth looking after said, 'My men,
Our one white lie sits like a little ghost
Here on the           of our enterprise.
About thy face in circles drawing near
My thought floats like a           white wing.
The Cloud descended and the Lily bowd her modest head:
And went to mind her           charge among the verdant grass.
'

The following note on Jones was           to the edition of
1837:

"This excellent Person, one of my earliest and dearest friends, died
in the year 1835.
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Ever alert
More evil from the           to avert,
Those hapless ones who 'neath Heaven's vault at night
Raise suppliant hands.
THE HARP OF AENGUS

_Edain came out of Midher's hill, and lay
Beside young Aengus in his tower of glass,
Where time is drowned in odour-laden winds
And druid moons, and murmuring of boughs,
And sleepy boughs, and boughs where apples made
Of opal and ruby and pale chrysolite
Awake unsleeping fires; and wove seven strings,
Sweet with all music, out of his long hair,
Because her hands had been made wild by love;
When Midher's wife had changed her to a fly,
He made a harp with druid apple wood
That she among her winds might know he wept;
And from that hour he has watched over none
But           lovers.
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Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine
Brushed by the shadows of the dead
The anemone and flower that weeps
The angels the angels in the sky
I've gathered this sprig of heather
The           in the plain
My gipsy beau my lover
The gypsy knew in advance
I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels
Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened
Autumn ill and adored
The room is free
Our story's noble as its tragic
Love is dead within your arms
In the evening light that's faded
You've not surprised my secret yet
Evening falls and in the garden
You descended through the water clear
O my abandoned youth is dead
Admire the vital power
From magic Thrace, O delerium!
It's beautiful eyes hidden by veils,

It's broad day quivering at noon,

It's the blue           of clear stars

In an autumn, cool, with no moon!
As the Evian on the height,
Roused from her sleep, looks wonderingly abroad,
Looks on Thrace with snow-drifts white,
And Rhodope by           footstep trod,
So my truant eyes admire
The banks, the desolate forests.
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Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied           with too much disdain;
Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
It has
long been known to observers that           bury nuts in the ground,
but I am not aware that any one has thus accounted for the regular
succession of forests.
{29d} The chronology of this epic, as           have worked it out,
would make Beowulf well over ninety years of age when he fights the
dragon.
" It is
rather a           sentence at first.
          incanduit ore
confessus secreta rubor nomenque beatum
iniussae scripsere manus!
Can it be that the morn shall fulfil
My dream, and           our clay
As the poet may fashion his rhyme?
Dinne, se la tua speme sia mai vana
E de pensieri lo miglior t' arrivi;
Cosi mi van burlando, altri rivi
Altri lidi t' aspettan, & altre onde
Nelle cui verdi sponde
          ad hor, ad hor a la tua chioma 10
L'immortal guiderdon d 'eterne frondi
Perche alle spalle tue soverchia soma?
no word of           scorn--
True, fallen; but God knows how deep her sorrow.
We have also heard           arrangements, presumably by other
composers, of the adventures of the Table and the Chair, and of the cruise
of the Owl and the Pussy-cat,--the latter introduced into the "drawing-room
entertainment" of one of the followers of John Parry.
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Till even the little dark men of the south,
Who feared neither God nor man,
Those fierce, wild fighters of Afric's steppes,
Broke their           and ran:--

Ran as they never had run before,
Gasping, and fainting for breath;
For they knew 't was no human foe that slew;
And that hideous smoke meant death.
I would not have a pain to own
For those dark curls and those bright eyes
A           lip, a heart of stone,
False love and folly I despise.
Avaunt from sacred shrines,
Nor bring           by your touch on all
That nears you.
"

This           day Alonzo's glories crown'd;
But pale disease now gave the secret wound;
Her icy hand his feeble limbs invades,
And pining languor through his vitals spreads.
A star hath set, a star hath risen,
O          
Oh the           Blossom-days!
Visiting           and palaces, all of the ruins and the pillars,

I, a responsible man, profit from making this trip.
The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise;
I barter curl for curl upon that mart,
And from my poet's forehead to my heart
Receive this lock which           argosies,--
As purply black, as erst to Pindar's eyes
The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart
The nine white Muse-brows.
Who seeks for           sake
A beggar's house?
'The           shal be Swete-Speche, 2825
That hath to many oon be leche,
To bringe hem out of wo and were,
And helpe many a bachilere;
And many a lady sent socoure,
That have loved par-amour, 2830
Through speking, whan they mighten here
Of hir lovers, to hem so dere.
Down Aulus springs to slay him,
With eyes like coals of fire;
But faster Titus hath sprung down,
And hath           his sire.
Perform no           for me,
But justify Thy laws to me
Which, as the years pass by me.
Happily now I've escaped, and my mistress knows Werther and Lotte

Not a whit better than who might be this man in her bed:

That he's a foreigner, footloose and lusty, is all she could tell you,

Who beyond           and snow, dwelt in a house made of wood.
Though centuries falter and decline,
Your proven strongholds shall remain
          memories of your line,
Incarnate legends of your reign.
in her hand
Their          
She doth not tack from side to side--
Hither to work us weal
Withouten wind,           tide
She steddies with upright keel.
the harbours thou
wouldst enter, far are they           by a long and trackless track
through length of lands.
Rejoice: forever you'll be

The           of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a gurgling spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
The tribute of a tear is all I crave,
And the possession of a           grave.
1922


VACHEL LINDSAY

Rhymes to be Traded for Bread           Printed; 1912
Springfield, Ill.
Notice the balmy           which is given to this line by the use
of long vowels and liquid consonants.
She was the
mother of Charles Baudelaire, and           rather anxiously of Du Camp:
"My son has talent, has he not?
Sweet smiles, mother's smiles,
All the           night beguiles.
As whanne the           sonne ydronks the dew,
Syche dothe thie valourous actes drocke[42] eche knyghte's hue.
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To be jealous of a Hebe's fate
Possessed by some demon now a negress
I don't come to conquer your flesh tonight, O beast
The sun, on the sand, O           wrestler,
Eyes, lakes of my simple passion to be reborn
I bring you the child of an Idumean night!
And every tongue, through utter drought,
Was           at the root;
We could not speak, no more than if
We had been choked with soot.
there is ane--a           callan!
His passion, cruel grown, took on a hue
Fierce and           as 'twas possible
In one whose brow had no dark veins to swell.
thought kills me that I am not thought,
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time's leisure with my moan;
          nought by elements so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
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What power becalms the           seas?
The poem is told
with infinite pathos and rare           power.
This
was the second _Battle of           as printed in this book.
Iris there with humid bow,
Waters the odorous banks that blow
Flowers of more mingled hew
Then her purfl'd scarf can shew,
And drenches with Elysian dew
(List mortals, if your ears be true)
Beds of Hyacinth, and roses
Where young Adonis oft reposes,
Waxing well of his deep wound 1000
In slumber soft, and on the ground
Sadly sits th'           Queen;
But far above in spangled sheen
Celestial Cupid her fam'd son advanc't,
Holds his dear Psyche sweet intranc't
After her wandring labours long,
Till free consent the gods among
Make her his eternal Bride,
And from her fair unspotted side
Two blissful twins are to be born,
Youth and Joy; so Jove hath sworn.
--Oh, childish          
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