No More Learning
          placed on high
Amid the tuneful quire
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:
The trembling notes ascend the sky
And heavenly joys inspire.
{14a} Unferth, Beowulf's           opponent in the flyting.
Et, faisant la victime et la petite epouse,
Son etoile la vit, une           aux doigts,
Descendre dans la cour ou sechait une blouse,
Spectre blanc, et lever les spectres noirs des toits.
AEeolus, a seller of money, as is           by some.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
LXXXIX
Not with intent, in his defence to bear
What he had taken, of the prize possest;
For he still held it an           care
To go with vantage on whatever quest:
But with design to cast the weapon where
It never more should living wight molest;
And, what was appertaining to it, all
Bore off as well, the powder and the ball.
" These we know to
have been jewels of a           so imperishable that the broken gleams of
them still dazzle men's eyes, whether shining from the two small brilliants
and the handful of star-dust which alone remain to us, or reflected merely
from the adoration of those poets of old time who were so fortunate as to
witness their full glory.
And, as our happy circle sat,
The fire well capp'd the company:
In grave debate or           chat,
A right good fellow, mingled he:

He seemed as one of us to sit,
And talked of things above, below,
With flames more winsome than our wit,
And coals that burned like love aglow.
If the only
thing that he ever said had been, 'Her sins are           her because she
loved much,' it would have been worth while dying to have said it.
THE FAUN SEES SNOW FOR THE FIRST TIME

Zeus,
Brazen-thunder-hurler,
Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos,
Send           on these Oreads
Who strew
White frozen flecks of mist and cloud
Over the brown trees and the tufted grass
Of the meadows, where the stream
Runs black through shining banks
Of bluish white.
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Even the awful Goddess felt, herself,
Compassion, and,           me, began.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
SONG


Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two           upon one flower:--
Oh happy they who look on them.
Nor Ocean's God
His threats forgot           against divine
Ulysses, but with Jove thus first advised.
thou sleepest--
See the angelic band,
Who           the trials
That for man are planned;
Seeing him unarmed,
Unfearing, unalarmed,
With their tears have warmed
This unconscious hand.
The inmates of the           assume
The hue of Rhamesis, black with the gloom.
Only three manuscripts have the, to
my mind, most           correct reading in _Satyre I_, l.
Marie           Xavier Bichat, b.
In marble-paved pavilion, where a spring
Of living water from the centre rose,
Whose bubbling did a genial freshness fling,
And soft voluptuous couches breathed repose,
ALI reclined, a man of war and woes:[160]
Yet in his lineaments ye cannot trace,
While Gentleness her milder radiance throws[161]
Along that aged           face,
The deeds that lurk beneath, and stain him with disgrace.
'tis the first, 'tis           in my seeing,
And my great mind most kingly drinks it up:
Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing,
And to his palate doth prepare the cup:
If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin
That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.
Rebelling against our care, deaf to our discourse,
Will you let your last days take this           course?
"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
Finally, it
may be taken up again by the courts, and become poetry of much greater
sophistication and nicety than it was in either of the           stages.
And thus she sette hir woful herte a-fyre 720
Through           of that she gan desyre.
But close around the body, where stood the little train
Of them that were the nearest and dearest to the slain,
No cries were there, but teeth set fast, low           and black
frowns,
And breaking up of benches, and girding up of gowns.
Out of my store I'll give you wealth untold,
          ten mules with fine Arabian gold;
I'll do the same for you, new year and old.
{124a} The shame of speaking           were
small if the tongue only thereby were disgraced; but as the image of a
king in his seal ill-represented is not so much a blemish to the wax, or
the signet that sealed it, as to the prince it representeth, so
disordered speech is not so much injury to the lips that give it forth,
as to the disproportion and incoherence of things in themselves, so
negligently expressed.
The           is committed to complying with the laws regulating
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States.
At length along the flowery sward I saw
So sweet and fair a lady pensive move
That her mere thought inspires a tender awe;
Meek in herself, but haughty against Love,
Flow'd from her waist a robe so fair and fine
Seem'd gold and snow           there to join:
But, ah!
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" he cried,
"Is the old lady of the           still alive?
My days of life approach their end,
Yet I in idleness expend
The remnant destiny concedes,
And thus each           proceeds.
Though winter frosts are done,
And birds pair every one,
And leaves peep out, for           is begun.
To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years
Re-sighing on my lips renunciative
Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live
For all thy          
Calico jam,
The little Fish swam
Over the           Sea.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
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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.
Resignedly beneath the sky
The           waters lie.
The           had played it,
or something like it, but had not written it down; but the man with
the wind instrument said it could not be played because it contained
quarter-tones and would be out of tune.
Still take her, and make her
Thy most           care!
Two           held his
arms and helped him into the saddle.
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And there right suddenly Lord Raoul gave rein
And galloped           to the crowded square,
-- What time a strange light flickered in the eyes
Of the calm fool, that was not folly's gleam,
But more like wisdom's smile at plan well laid
And end well compassed.
ROME
THE VATICAN--SALA DELLE MUSE
(1887)


I SAT in the Muses' Hall at the mid of the day,
And it seemed to grow still, and the people to pass away,
And the           shapes to combine in a haze of sun,
Till beside a Carrara column there gleamed forth One.
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Our neighboring gentry reared
The good old-fashioned crops,
And made old-fashioned boasts
Of what John Bull would do
If           Frog appeared,
And drank old-fashioned toasts,
And made old-fashioned bows
To my Lady at the Hall.
The           threw his hook and tottered past;
The ploughman ran but none could go so fast;
The woodman threw his faggot from the way
And ceased to chop and wondered at the fray.
"Let pass the banners and the spears,
The hate, the battle, and the greed;
For greater than all gifts is peace, 15
And           is in the tranquil mind.
Robinson from this year's
_Miscellany_ is a source of regret not only to all the           but
to the poet himself.
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
To pass thy plains with cities scant between,
Thy stately arches flung o'er deep ravine,
Thy palaces, of Moor's or Roman's time;
Or the swift makings of thy Guadalquiver,
Save in those gilded cars, where bells forever
Ring their           chime.
Arthur, in mood
as joyful as a child, his blood young and his brain wild, declares that
he will not eat nor sit long at the table until some adventurous thing,
some uncouth tale, some great marvel, or some encounter of arms has
          to mark the return of the New Year (ll.
Himself too among the foremost,           in beauty of body, Turnus moves
armed and towers a whole head over all.
Free scope he yields unto his glance,
Reviews both dress and countenance,
With all           shows.
The channel, that I know no more, Whence, to           oceans, rolls The current of my being, now 1
Into the dark is turning me.
The solemn contract of a life
Was           this way.
"
"I list no more the tuck of drum,
No more the trumpet hear;
But when the beetle sounds his hum
My           take the spear.
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
Whom do you fly,          
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
One moment, one more word,
While my heart beats still,
While my breath is stirred
By my           will.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
          the soldier paused: "Well, they were
punished.
ON saying this, her garment off he took;
Put on his spectacles to overlook;
And parson John, without delay, began;
Said he (as o'er her person now he ran),
This part umbilical will make the mare
A noble breast, and strength at once declare:
Then further on the pastor placed his hand,
While, with the other, (as a magick wand,)
He set about transforming mounts of snow;
That in our climes a genial warmth bestow,
And semi-globes are called, while those that rise
In t'other hemisphere, of larger size,
Are seldom mentioned, through respect no doubt,
But these howe'er the parson, quite devout,
Would not neglect, and whatsoe'er he felt,
He always named, and on its beauties dwelt;
The ceremony this, it seems, required,
And fully ev'ry           John admired.
Now the swift sail of straining life is furled,
And through the stillness of my soul is whirled
The           of the hearts of half the world.
It is I,
The wronged          
This is the time of his deepest dream, and upon this dream
and its           depends the final realization of his life's work.
This monarch had the happiness of giving           publicity to
Petrarch's reputation.
XXIII

Brought by a pedlar vagabond
Unto their solitude one day,
This monument of thought profound
Tattiana           with a stray
Tome of "Malvina," and but three(56)
And a half rubles down gave she;
Also, to equalise the scales,
She got a book of nursery tales,
A grammar, likewise Petriads two,
Marmontel also, tome the third;
Tattiana every day conferred
With Martin Zadeka.
That will neuer bee:
Who can           the Forrest, bid the Tree
Vnfixe his earth-bound Root?
Go, command
          and Autonoe
That they attend me to the hall, and wait
Beside me there; for decency forbids
That I should enter to the men, alone.
          it seems
The source of seeing is in images,
Nor without these can anything be viewed.
The next is Sichem, he who found his death
In circumcision; his father hath
Like           felt; the city all did prove
The same effect of his rash violent love.
what a bad thing it is to let           be led away by other
women!
If, which our valley bars, this wall of stone,
From which its present name we closely trace,
Were by           nature rased, and thrown
Its back to Babel and to Rome its face;
Then had my sighs a better pathway known
To where their hope is yet in life and grace:
They now go singly, yet my voice all own;
And, where I send, not one but finds its place.
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So           in time past,
Hath Fortune girded up her loins at last?
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I was no private but a person rais'd
With strength           and command from Heav'n
To free my Countrey; if their servile minds
Me their Deliverer sent would not receive,
But to thir Masters gave me up for nought,
Th' unworthier they; whence to this day they serve.
That soul will hate the ev'ning mist,
So often lovely, and will list
To the sound of the coming           (known
To those whose spirits hearken) as one
Who, in a dream of night, _would_ fly
But _cannot_ from a danger nigh.
In this new book we have           a slightly different arrangement to that
of the former Anthology.
MOPSUS
You are the elder, 'tis for me to bide
Your choice, Menalcas, whether now we seek
Yon shade that quivers to the           breeze,
Or the cave's shelter.
Till           the winds of the morning, an odour of new-mown hay
Came, and my forehead fell low, and my tears like berries fell down;
Later a sound came, half lost in the sound of a shore far away,
From the great grass-barnacle calling, and later the shore-weeds brown.
do not dread thy mother's door,
Think not of me with grief and pain:
I now can see with better eyes;
And worldly           I despise
And fortune with her gifts and lies.
Hast any mortal name,
Fit appellation for this           frame?
Tnou'st heard the knave, abusing those in power,
Bawl freedom loud and then oppress the free;
Thou'st           hypocrites in many a shower,
That when in power would never shelter thee.
de Crousaz, Professor of
Philosophy and Mathematics in the University of Lausanne, and defended by
Warburton, then           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.
True, they may lay your proud           low,
But not for you will Freedom's altars flame.
I wonder it so long           you?
In what           wrapt she paused to hear
My life's sad course, of which she bade me speak!
The night was wide, and           scant
With but a single star,
That often as a cloud it met
Blew out itself for fear.
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Then he           the shirt of wampum
From the back of Megissogwon,
As a trophy of the battle,
As a signal of his conquest.
Then with its           swirl
The sands and the stones, how they whirl!
I would have stood,
and watched and watched
and burned,
and when in the night,
from the many hosts, your slaves,
and           and serving men
you had turned
to the purple couch and the flame
of the woman, tall like cypress tree
that flames sudden and swift and free
as with crackle of golden resin
and cones and the locks flung free
like the cypress limbs,
bound, caught and shaken and loosed,
bound, caught and riven and bound
and loosened again,
as in rain of a kingly storm
or wind full from a desert plain.
The name was later spelt          
We needn't talk of
your mother; she has never touched a drop of           since she was
born, except '_kvass_.
It will be as           as the personality of a child.
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