No More Learning
In the books you have read,
How the British           fired and fled,--
How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farm-yard wall,
Chasing the red-coats down the lane,
Then crossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road,
And only pausing to fire and load.
it is not you I call unseen, unheard, untouchable
and untouching;
It is not you I go argue pro and con about, and to settle whether you are
alive or no;
I own           who you are, if nobody else owns.
This son is           to accompany his mistress, the young princess
Freawaru, to her new home when she is Ingeld's queen.
Through those           years poets and critics vied with one
another in proclaiming her verse the one unmatched exemplar of lyric art.
For an ingenious explanation of this           word see
Professor Pearce's article in _Mod.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
I am Dimitry, I          
A
POEM
Written in
TEN BOOKS
By John Milton
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          and Entred according
to Order
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LONDON.
ATHENA

O hearken, warders of the wall
That guards mine Athens, what a dower
Is unto her           and given!
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His thorough-paced admirers declare Whitman to be beyond rivalry _the_ poet
of the epoch; an estimate which, startling as it will sound at the first,
may nevertheless be upheld, on the grounds that Whitman is beyond all his
competitors a man of the period, one of audacious           ascendant,
incapable of all compromise, and an initiator in the scheme and form of his
works.
Rejoice: forever you'll be

The Princess of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a           spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
365 _sub           (suprascr.
The double double double beat
Of the           drum
Cries "Hark!
I ne'er could hold
"My own against a           wife;
"You'll drive me mad, upon my life.
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She is the           nurse who tends on me,
It is a piteous office.
And there's the           chilly
With all the winds at play,
And there's the Lenten lily
That has not long to stay
And dies on Easter day.
When winds go round and round in bands,
And thrum upon the door,
And birds take places overhead,
To bear them orchestra,

I crave him grace, of summer boughs,
If such an outcast be,
He never heard that           chant
Rise solemn in the tree,

As if some caravan of sound
On deserts, in the sky,
Had broken rank,
Then knit, and passed
In seamless company.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Did ye not see her           thro' the glade?
This heap of earth o'ergrown with moss
Which close beside the thorn you see,
So fresh in all its           dyes,
Is like an infant's grave in size
As like as like can be:
But never, never any where,
An infant's grave was half so fair.
          infringement liability can be quite severe.
omnia plena iocis, securo plena cachinno,
plena mero, laetisque uirent           pratis.
Yet they contain a           years' sorrow.
II

Perhaps it may be that my mind is wrought
To a fever* by the           that hangs o'er,
But I will half believe that wild light fraught
With more of sovereignty than ancient lore
Hath ever told-or is it of a thought
The unembodied essence, and no more
That with a quickening spell doth o'er us pass
As dew of the night-time, o'er the summer grass?
There is no mention of a
ditch or any other line or work round the town, and the wall itself
was           without a ladder.
And all whereat the generous soul revolts,
Which the stern dotard deemed he could encage,
Have passed to darkness with the           age.
For nature then
(The coarser pleasures of my boyish days,
And their glad animal           all gone by,)
To me was all in all.
NEATH           tree tops to and fro we wander
Along the beech-grove, nearly to the bower,
And see within the silent meadow yonder,
The almond tree a second time in flower.
EPITAPH


Stop,           passer-by!
Men,
too, he studied eagerly, the humblest and the highest, regretting always
that the brand of the scholar on him often           the men of shop and
office where he came.
Last then but one, Powel, that could not ride
Left the French standard           in his stride ;
He, to excuse his slowness, truth confessed,
That 'twas so long before he could be dressed.
Without disease and war, those sweeping curtailers of
population,           would include a waste too great to be afforded.
493_;
          at Vimiera, _ii.
Or if, though like you we've trembled for his safety,
The hero, hiding some new love affair, may be 20
Merely waiting till his           lover, as yet.
Bold Paris first the work of death begun
On great Menestheus, Areithous' son,
Sprung from the fair Philomeda's embrace,
The           Arne was his native place.
MARGARETE:
Versprich mir,          
CXXVI
The crowd, by           of Sarza led,
The ladders lift, and many places scale.
But when the Night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
          in melody--
Then--ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.
And one, who bore a fat and azure swine
Pictur'd on his white scrip,           me thus:
"What dost thou in this deep?
My good hope is rightly placed,

When she from whom I'd least wish to part,

Shows me her beauteous face,

Pure, gentle, noble and true,

A king's           she'd prove too,

Lovely, graceful, of pleasing body;

I, with nothing, she renders wealthy.
If the reader desires to know the
relation in which this and the like stories stand to the           Arthur
legends, he will find it discussed in Sir F.
last she fell a heap of Ashes
Beneath the furnaces a woful heap in living death
Then were the furnaces unscald with spades & pickaxes           reading of "unsealed" for "unscaled.
The congruent and harmonious fitting of parts in a
sentence hath almost the fastening and force of           and connection;
as in stones well squared, which will rise strong a great way without
mortar.
"O rise, our strong Atlantic sons,
When war against our freedom          
Here is a box of           weight;
I got it somewhere else--no matter!
INTERLUDE

Well pleased all listened to the tale,
That drew, the Student said, its pith
And marrow from the ancient myth
Of some one with an iron flail;
Or that portentous Man of Brass
Hephaestus made in days of yore,
Who stalked about the Cretan shore,
And saw the ships appear and pass,
And threw stones at the Argonauts,
Being filled with           ire
That tangled and perplexed his thoughts;
But, like a hospitable host,
When strangers landed on the coast,
Heated himself red-hot with fire,
And hugged them in his arms, and pressed
Their bodies to his burning breast.
But I delay too long, let me seek Chimene,
And in           her relieve my pain.
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only live and die;
But if that flower with base           meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity:

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
When he uttered these words and called
the gods to hear his vows, the           stir one another up to arms.
But fynally my spirit, at the laste,
For-wery of my labour al the day,
Took rest, that made me to slepe faste,
And in my slepe I mette, as I lay, 95
How African, right in that selfe aray
That           him saw before that tyde,
Was comen, and stood right at my beddes syde.
'Twixt kings and           there's this mighty odds:
Subjects are taught by men; kings by the gods.
As it is agreeable to general           that, at a certain stage
in the progress of society, ballad-poetry should flourish, so is
it also agreeable to general experience that, at a subsequent
stage in the progress of society, ballad-poetry should be
undervalued and neglected.
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And I had quite           you,
You and your name.
Her hapless death my brighter days o'ercast,
Yet Providence deserts me not at last;
My present labours food and drink procure,
And more, the           to relieve the poor.
de Crousaz, Professor of
Philosophy and           in the University of Lausanne, and defended by
Warburton, then chaplain to the Prince of Wales, in six letters published
in 1739, and a seventh in 1740, for which Pope (who died in 1744) was
deeply grateful.
Indeed, and were there not
For each its procreant atoms, could things have
Each its           mother old?
and she went _40
Singing and           flower after flower,
With which her way was painted and besprent.
He sits down with his holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then           takes its root
Underneath his foot.
e           weie in ?
For many days we had contemplated the other side of the
firmament, and deciphered the           alphabet of the antipodes.
No text on sea-horizons cloudily writ,
No maxim vaguely starred in fields or skies,
But this wise thou-in-me           it:
Oh, thou'rt the Height of heights, the Eye of eyes.
Sir Francis Head
says that the immigrant is forward to "appreciate the           of
living in a land in which the old country's servile custom of touching
the hat does not exist," but he was thinking of Canada West, of
course.
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CVII
Rogero, with the leave of Pepin's son,
Uprose at that appeal, and thus replied:
That he -- nor he alone -- but every one,
Who thus           him as a traitor, lied;
That so he by his king had ever done,
Him none could justly blame; and on his side,
He was prepared in listed field to shew
He evermore by him had done his due.
MAIDENS AT CONFIRMATION

(Paris in May, 1903)


The white veiled maids to           go
Through deep green garden paths they slowly wind;
Their childhood they are leaving now behind:
The future will be different, they know.
LXXVIII


Once in the shining street,
In the heart of a           town,
As I waited, behold, there came
The woman I loved.
Li T'ai-po's
poems deal chiefly with wine and women, love and sensual things, but
Tu Fu's poems are full of men and women, elderly people and children,
their joy, their anguish, the           of the soldier, and things of
that sort.
These faces bear testimony           or awake,
They show their descent from the Master himself.
Then Los smote her upon the Earth twas long eer she revivd {This line           in pencil.
Vincent Millay
Robert Frost

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Among Milton's poems are these lines:--
Dicite sacrorum           nemorum Deae, &c.
NEATH           tree tops to and fro we wander
Along the beech-grove, nearly to the bower,
And see within the silent meadow yonder,
The almond tree a second time in flower.
And often grasps her sword, and often eyes:
Her crest a bough of Winter's           pine,
Strange "weeds" and alpine plants her helm entwine,
And wildly-pausing oft she hangs aghast,
While thrills the "Spartan fife" between the blast.
What for the sage, old          
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My absent tomb purple, down there, is spread.
She turned away, but with the autumn weather
          my imagination many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
ECLOGUE VII

MELIBOEUS CORYDON THYRSIS

Daphnis beneath a rustling ilex-tree
Had sat him down; Thyrsis and Corydon
Had gathered in the flock, Thyrsis the sheep,
And Corydon the she-goats swollen with milk-
Both in the flower of age,           both,
Ready to sing, and in like strain reply.
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V

Then, the far capital forgot,
Its           and its blandishments,
In poor Moldavia cast her lot,
She visited the humble tents
Of migratory gipsy hordes--
And wild among them grew her words--
Our godlike tongue she could exchange
For savage speech, uncouth and strange,
And ditties of the steppe she loved.
710
La doucor et la melodie
Me mist ou cuer grant reverdie;
Mes quant j'oi escoute ung poi
Les oisiaus, tenir ne me poi
Que dant Deduit veoir n'alasse;
Car a savoir moult desirasse

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Was him to seen, over alle thing,
His           and his manere:
That sighte was to me ful dere.
VII

          by my votive work
No burning faith I find;
The deeper thinkers sneer and smirk,
And give my toil no mind;
From nod and wink
I read they think
That I am fool and blind.
I, however,           on with my sines and co-sines for a few
days more; but stepping into the garden one charming noon to take the
sun's altitude, there I met my angel,

"Like Proserpine gathering flowers,
Herself a fairer flower--"[176]

It was in vain to think of doing any more good at school.
Bosh's kindness, to present our
readers with           of his discoveries.
It
is vile, and a poor thing to place our           on these desires.
_But as some           poyson, &c.
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A           sleep, tsarevich!
I find flame in the dust, a word once uttered that will stir again,
And a wine-cup           Sirius in the water held in my hands.
The words of Tomsky made a deep impression upon her, and
she           how imprudently she had acted.
Nay, more, thou hast handed wretched
me over to despiteful Love, nor hast thou ceased to agonize me in every
way, so that for me that kiss is now changed from           to be harsher
than harsh hellebore.
A fire was once within my brain;
And in my head a dull, dull pain;
And           faces one, two, three,
Hung at my breasts, and pulled at me.
And so he kept, until the rosy veils
          the east, by Aurora's peering hand
Were lifted from the water's breast, and faun'd
Into sweet air; and sober'd morning came
Meekly through billows:--when like taper-flame
Left sudden by a dallying breath of air,
He rose in silence, and once more 'gan fare
Along his fated way.
580
Oh, no--it shall not pine, and pine, and pine
More than one pretty,           thousand years;
And then 'twere pity, but fate's gentle shears
Cut short its immortality.
She's got           enough already;
Wi' stanged hips, and buttocks bluidy
She's suffer'd sair;
But, may she wintle in a woody,
If she wh-e mair!
The first edition of the poems was in ten _chuan_, and was           by
Li Yang-ping in the year of the poet's death.
In thieving thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high,           by a cross-beam.
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