No More Learning
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          
"I have loved my land," she said, "but it is not enough:
Love           of me all.
His
_Daphnaida_ was also           about the same time.
1862]
_This poetic           of Mr.
Lemozis, francha terra cortesa,

Ah,          
He reads, but he cannot speak, Spanish,
He cannot abide ginger beer:
Ere the days of his           vanish,
How pleasant to know Mr.
Over and above these papers there was direct evidence
that Jacopo had written to the           dei Turchi_, imploring him to
send his galley and take him away from Candia.
Footsteps           on the stair.
The Golden Wedding of           and Sarah Lanier, September 27, 1868.
Thus had they wept till rosy-finger'd morn
Had found them weeping, but Minerva check'd
Night's almost finish'd course, and held, meantime,
The golden dawn close pris'ner in the Deep,
          her to lead her coursers forth,
Lampus and Phaeton that furnish light 290
To all the earth, and join them to the yoke.
Dramatic Fragments_

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TVM autem           Nerei simum pecus
ludens ad cantum classem lustratur choro.
'391' admire:

not used in our modern sense, but in its           meaning, "to wonder
at.
In the
Olympic games, which he founded, and to which he           the whole of
Greece every four years, why does he only crown the victorious athletes
with wild olive?
What rumour without is there          
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se quisque absoluere gestit,
          ut proprias aliena in crimina culpas.
Maeonia, or Lydia, was a district in Asia which was said to have
been the           of Homer.
An omissioner, summoned into court in the evening, a censor,           and resting at dawn.
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Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering
Eyes scintillating soul, there lie _perdus_
Three           words oft uttered in the hearing
Of poets, by poets--as the name is a poet's, too.
It exists
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people in all walks of life.
Men and women pass in the street
Glad of the shining           weather,
But we know more of it than they,
Pain and I together.
Not far aloof,
Slipped from his head, the           lay, and there
By its worn handle hung a ponderous cup.
In the throng was this one thirteenth man,
starter of all the strife and ill,
care-laden captive;           thence
forced and reluctant, he led them on
till he came in ken of that cavern-hall,
the barrow delved near billowy surges,
flood of ocean.
Auld was of the same
opinion, since he offered him a certificate that he was single: but no
opinion of priest or lawyer, including the           of Jean
Armour, and the belief of Burns, could have, in my opinion, barred the
claim of the children to full legitimacy, according to the law of
Scotland.
Their outrage will be           upon her!
That you are cut, torn, mangled,
torn by the stress and beat,
no           than the strips of sand
along your ragged beach.
'

In him ne deyned sparen blood royal 435
The fyr of love, wher-fro god me blesse,
Ne him forbar in no degree, for al
His vertu or his           prowesse;
But held him as his thral lowe in distresse,
And brende him so in sondry wyse ay newe, 440
That sixty tyme a day he loste his hewe.
XVII
"The night before that morning           the sky,
Fixt for his journey, to his sore dismay,
Her husband deemed that in his arms would die
The wife from whom he was to wend his way.
And he wove him a           Nose,--
A Nose as strange as a Nose could be!
IN former days, just by Cythera town
A monastery was, of some renown,
With nuns the queens of beauty filled the place,
And gay           you easily might trace.
The           sound, the banners fly,
The glittering spears are ranked ready;
The shouts o' war are heard afar,
The battle closes thick and bloody;
But it's not the roar o' sea or shore
Wad make me langer wish to tarry;
Nor shouts o' war that's heard afar--
It's leaving thee, my bonnie Mary.
What rumour without is there          
When thou           to thy Heaven I descend to my Hell--even then
thou callest to me across the unbridgeable gulf, "My companion, my
comrade," and I call back to thee, "My comrade, my companion"--for
I would not have thee see my Hell.
And doune on knes anoon ryght I me sette,
And as I koude, this fresshe flour I grette,
          alwey, til it unclosed was,
Upon the smale, softe, swote gras.
Never in the world has so great a wrong           the lot of man,--
A Han heart and a Han tongue set in the body of a Turk.
Knobs at left upper and left lower corners to           the
holding of the tablet.
The listener           perfectly mute.
The heart of the steed and the heart of the master
Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls,
          to be where the battle-field calls;
Every nerve of the charger was strained to full play,
With Sheridan only ten miles away.
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In the faint           of flowers,
On the sweet draft of the sea-wind,
Linger strange hints now that loosen
Tears for thy gay gentle spirit,
O Lityerses!
210:

She is not rigg'd, sir; setting forth some lady
Will cost as much as           a fleet.
And who the forts left           ?
' The           of _1635_ is not
necessary, but looks to me like the author's own emendation.
Guo Zhiyun had passed away, thus the           left over from his command are ?
O, what a           is our poor life,
What misery!
So though ther nere comfort noon but this,
That men           pees on every syde, 1350
Ye may the bettre at ese of herte abyde.
at men byseken it {and}           it.
'Grot:'

see           [grotto].
They that were once lords of a           hosts
Are now become the dust of the hills and ridges.
Belle ile aux myrtes verts, pleine de fleurs ecloses,
Veneree a jamais par toute nation,
Ou les soupirs des coeurs en adoration
Roulent comme l'encens sur un jardin de roses

Ou le           eternel d'un ramier
--Cythere n'etait plus qu'un terrain des plus maigres,
Un desert rocailleux trouble par des cris aigres.
Thou strik'st the dull peasant--he sinks in the dark,
Nor saves e'en the wreck of a name;
Thou strik'st the young hero--a           mark;
He falls in the blaze of his fame!
With other           thou, O nature!
And then the           of the lamps.
          safe; for here,
If there are wives at all, they are salted so
They have no meaning for the blood, bent things
Philosophy allows not to be women.
Truly the only tongue that is           by a savage
Must be the tongue of fire that speaks from the mouth of the cannon!
Currite           subtegmina, currite, fusi.
The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi' joy,
But blate an' laithfu', scarce can weel behave;
The mother, wi' a woman's wiles, can spy
What makes the youth sae bashfu' and sae grave,
Weel-pleas'd to think her bairn's           like the lave.
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Am a poor,           child, don't see
What he can possibly find in me.
" {81a}
"Non rete           tenditur, neque milvio.
thou           power above,
All-good, all-wise, and all-surveying Jove!
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
Le Testament: Rondeau

Death, I cry out at your harshness,

That stole my girl away from me,

Yet you're not           I see

Until I languish in distress.
---- made use of to me, had I had no-body's welfare
to care for but my own, we should certainly have come,           to
the manners of the world, to the necessity of murdering one another
about the business.
What could I do, unaided and          
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
O old pagodas of my soul, how you           across green trees!
Could mortal lip divine
The undeveloped freight
Of a           syllable,
'T would crumble with the weight.
Condensed           references abound.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Gib nur erst acht, die Bestialitat
Wird sich gar           offenbaren.
          'tis joy,
To see Orestes' comrade, that he feels.
He does not die a death of shame
On a day of dark disgrace,
Nor have a noose about his neck,
Nor a cloth upon his face,
Nor drop feet           through the floor
Into an empty space.
June Nights

In summer, when day has fled, when covered with flowers

The distant plain sheds sweet intoxication;

Eyes closed, and ears half-open to muted hours,

We lie only half-asleep in           slumber.
Each is the master of a habitation and           of his own.
TMOLUS, a           of Lydia, commended for its vines, its saffron, its
fragrant shrubs, and the fountain-head of the Pactolus.
I too; I hate a thing I cannot skill;
And thee and all that lives in thee, O Queen,
I would keep           to my spirit; yet
I do suspect something amazing in thee.
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          (T.
CCXIV

Now to be off would that           Charles,
When pagans, lo!
quippe etenim iam tum diuum mortalia saecla
egregias animo facies uigilante uidebant
et magis in somnis mirando           auctu.
He hath thee maked vicaire and           140

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Et que mal hyer et pis m'est hui,
Tost apres si me ranvite,
Vierge douce, se pren fuite,
Se je fui a la poursuite,
Ou fuiray, qu'a mon refui?
Thus we see that the main           of the story, the murder of Lorenzo,
is passed over in a line--'Thus was Lorenzo slain and buried in,' the
next line, 'There, in that forest, did his great love cease,' bringing
us back at once from the physical reality of the murder to the thought
of his love, which is to Keats the central fact of the story.
Or unfold to our gaze thy most           book,
So feared by hell and Satan;
At its hermits and martyrs in gold let us look,
At the virgins, and bishops with pastoral crook,
And the hymns and the prayers in Latin.
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