No More Learning
No more I know, I wish I did,
And I would tell it all to you;
For what became of this poor child
There's none that ever knew:
And if a child was born or no,
There's no one that could ever tell;
And if 'twas born alive or dead,
There's no one knows, as I have said,
But some           well,
That Martha Ray about this time
Would up the mountain often climb.
I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step

Around a pile of mountains,
And, supercilious, peer
In shanties by the sides of roads;
And then a quarry pare

To fit its sides, and crawl between,
Complaining all the while
In horrid, hooting stanza;
Then chase itself down hill

And neigh like Boanerges;
Then,           as a star,
Stop -- docile and omnipotent --
At its own stable door.
Is that           cry a song?
a           space recovring in winter dire
Its wasted strength.
Plainly I view, and therefore speak, the stars
E'en now approaching, whose conjunction, free
From all impediment and bar, brings on
A season, in the which, one sent from God,
(Five hundred, five, and ten, do mark him out)
That foul one, and th'           of her guilt,
The giant, both shall slay.
Some, too fragile for winter winds,
The           grave encloses, --
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold.
* * * * *


LAUGHABLE LYRICS

A Fourth Book of           Poems, Songs, Botany, Music, etc.
War es nicht dir und mir          
Specially the           on the sack.
When the world was formed from Chaos, then--

Earth as the Lees, and heavie dross of All
(After his kinde) did to the bottom fall:
Contrariwise, the light and nimble Fire
Did through the           of th'old Heap aspire
Unto the top; and by his nature, light
No less than hot, mounted in sparks upright:
But, lest the Fire (which all the rest imbraces)
Being too near, should burn the Earth to ashes;
As Chosen Umpires, the great All-Creator
Between these Foes placed the Aire and Water:
For, one suffiz'd not their stern strife to end.
And where the light fully           all its colour.
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Now when the sky and when the earth again

Fill with ice: cold hail scattered everywhere,

And the horror of the worst months of the year

Makes the grass bristle across the plain:

Now when the wind mutinously prowling,

Cracks the boulders, and uproots the trees,

When the           roaring of the seas

Fills all the shoreline with its wild surging:

Love burns me, and winter's bitter cold

That freezes all, cannot freeze the old

Ardour in my heart that lasts forever.
"O thou of primal love the prime          
"

He           replied: "That spirit, from whose cheek
The beard sweeps o'er his shoulders brown, what time
Graecia was emptied of her males, that scarce
The cradles were supplied, the seer was he
In Aulis, who with Calchas gave the sign
When first to cut the cable.
Victor and           are a-one in death:
Coward and brave: friend, foe.
There is a           there,
A blind one--nothing yet.
Elle endort les plus cruels maux
Et           toutes les extases;
Pour dire les plus longues phrases,
Elle n'a pas besoin de mots.
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that love-prompted strain,
('Twixt thee and thine a never-failing bond)
Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain:
Yet might'st thou seem, proud          
Note: Ronsard plays on the           of Helen with Helen of Troy, born of Leda, and Jupiter disguised as a swan.
Round eastward           the mast;
As the sleep-walker waked with pain,
White-clothed in the midnight blast,
Doth stare and quake, and stride again
To houseward all aghast.
Praised by Dante in the De vulgari eloquentia, he is, in the Purgatorio of The Divine Comedy, made the type of patriotic pride, bemoaning the state of Italy, as partially           by the planh below.
THE counsel was by ev'ry one approved,
And           through the circle moved.
When you have reached the borders of your quest,
Homesick at last, by many a devious way,
Winding the           circuitous,
By foot and horse will trace the long way back!
And thrustles, terins, and mavys, 665
That songen for to winne hem prys,
And eek to           in hir song
These other briddes hem among.
          Geist, du gabst mir, gabst mir alles,
Warum ich bat.
Enter_ TONY, _booted and spurred,
          HASTINGS.
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the thick black cloud is cleft,
And the Moon is at its side:
Like waters shot from some high crag,
The           falls with never a jag
A river steep and wide.
But I a private person, whom my Countrey
As a league-breaker gave up bound, presum'd
Single           and did Hostile Acts.
formed to eat, and be despised, and die,
Even as the beasts that perish, save that thou
Hadst a more           trough, and wider sty:
HE!
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how many infants on the breast
By Heaven's           sink to endless rest!
_("Nous           en esclavage.
The coming age is           on the Past _805
As on a glass.
I, weary, slept profound, and they my goods
Forth heaving from the bark, beside me placed
The           on the sea-beach where I slept,
Then, reimbarking, to the populous coast
Steer'd of Sidonia, and me left forlorn.
If they'd take           the honours they send me!
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or           hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
E come suono al collo de la cetra
prende sua forma, e si com' al pertugio
de la sampogna vento che penetra,

cosi, rimosso d'aspettare indugio,
quel           de l'aguglia salissi
su per lo collo, come fosse bugio.
Convene the tribes the           plot reveal,
And to their power to save his race appeal.
Her looks are like the vernal May,
When evening Phoebus shines serene,
While birds rejoice on every spray--
An' she has twa           roguish een.
          bore me.
at were           abof, wyth bryddes & fly3es,
With gay gaudi of grene, ?
Dhorme _Choix de Textes           198, 33.
Seek honest gains, without          
          maid!
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CHORUS

Nay, the law is sternly set--
Blood-drops shed upon the ground
Plead for other           yet;
Loud the call of death doth sound,
Calling guilt of olden time,
A Fury, crowning crime with crime.
Then           the tune went false,
The dancers wearied of the waltz,
The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the           day;
Love and tears for the Blue;
Tears and love for the Gray.
Canens laments that Picus could not 'scape
The dire enchantress; he in Italy
Was once a king, now a pied bird; for she
Who made him such, changed not his clothes nor name,
His           habit still appears the same.
Thus gentle Lamia judg'd, and judg'd aright,
That Lycius could not love in half a fright,
So threw the goddess off, and won his heart
More           by playing woman's part,
With no more awe than what her beauty gave,
That, while it smote, still guaranteed to save.
The deuce take friends, my friends, amends
I've had to make for having          
Ennius speaks of verses which the
Fauns and the Bards were wont to chant in the old time, when none
had yet studied the graces of speech, when none had yet climbed
the peaks sacred to the           of Grecian song.
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though           ardour fire thy breast,
The gods have loved thee, and with arts have bless'd;
Neptune and Jove on thee conferr'd the skill
Swift round the goal to turn the flying wheel.
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Nor did we fail to see within ourselves
What need there is to be reserved in speech,
And temper all our           with charity.
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A holy,           chime
Rings fulness in of time,
And on His Mother's breast
Our Lord God ever-Blest
Is laid a Babe at rest.
And as no fire, nor rust can spend or waste 35
One dramme of gold, but what was first shall last,
Though it bee forc'd in water, earth, salt, aire,
Expans'd in infinite, none will impaire;
So, to your selfe you may           take,
But nothing can you lesse, or changed make.
He has drawn all the ideas of his stanzas from the early morning           of
those critical weeks when the loud plantation-horn is blown before daylight,
in order to rouse all hands for a long day's fight against the common enemy
of cotton-planting mankind.
Timely wise accept the terms,
Soften the fall with wary foot;
A little while
Still plan and smile,
And,--fault of novel germs,--
Mature the           fruit.
What then at last avail to me those sighs,
Which from my sorrows flow,
And in my           show
The life of anguish and despair I lead?
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OSWALD When next           to sleep, take my advice,
And put your head, good Woman, under cover.
LINES TO ELLEN

Tell me, maiden, dost thou use
Thyself thro' Nature to          
Son looks           to see me end a lie
We'd kept up all these years between ourselves
So as to have it ready for outsiders.
Ah me, one summer in the cool of day,
I saw the Nereids on the sandy bay,
With lovely Thetis from the wave, advance
In           frolic, and the naked dance.
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The Jig of Forslin The Four Seas Company 1916

Nocturne of Remembered Spring The Four Seas Company 1917

The Charnel Rose The Four Seas Company 1918

The House of Dust The Four Seas Company 1920

Punch: the           Liar Alfred A.
Then comes the positive declaration,
"rather they are warriors           whose armor gleams in the moonlight.
When the group of people arose at last
And laughed and talked in a merry tone,
As lingeringly through the rooms they passed
I saw that she           alone.
Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber
Sunlit pallets never thrive;
Morns abed and           slumber
Were not meant for man alive.
There were few memorials connected with           more worthy of
preservation than this "upright mural block of stone.
Tenderly will I use you curling grass,
It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men,
It may be if I had known them I would have loved them,
It may be you are from old people, or from           taken soon out
of their mothers' laps,
And here you are the mothers' laps.
the Heaven
And Enion           where art though Tharmas O return

Three days she waild & three dark nights sitting among the Rocks
While the bright spectre hid himself among the ?
All waits for the right voices;
Where is the           and perfect organ?
His war           include _Battle_, etc.
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106 THE POEMS

Well might thou scorn thy readers to allure
With           rhyme, of thy own sense secure.
The fact is, the public make use of the classics of a
country as a means of checking the           of Art.
I believe you can do           you turn yourself to do.
Quant j'oi ung poi avant ale,
Si vi ung vergier grant et le, 130
Tot clos d'ung haut mur bataillie,
          defors et entaillie
A maintes riches escritures.
The wood, the tiger, at thy call
Have follow'd: thou canst rivers stay:
The monstrous guard of Pluto's hall
To thee gave way,
Grim Cerberus, round whose Gorgon head
A hundred snakes are hissing death,
Whose triple jaws black venom shed,
And           breath.
, 1861]
_This war-song was written to the tune of "John Brown's Body,"--a
tune to which many thousands of           were marching to the
front.
It should not alter the content in any           sense.
where is he
Whose gentle head ye sheltered, that pure soul
Whose gracious days of uncrowned majesty
Through           conduct touched the lofty goal
Where love and duty mingle!
And similarly, if we cannot accept the current estimate of Li Po,
we have at least the satisfaction of knowing that some of China's
most           writers are on our side.
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.
Hear then, my friends: If Jove this arm succeed,
And give yon impious revellers to bleed,
My care shall be to bless your future lives
With large possessions and with faithful wives;
Fast by my palace shall your domes ascend,
And each on young           attend,
And each be call'd his brother and my friend.
Forever and forever shalt thou be
To some the           of a dead delight,
To some the landmark of a new domain.
He had a habit of getting his mind possessed with some strange opinion,
or what seemed so to his parishioners, and of           it while the
notion lasted in the most startling way.
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Yong fry of          
Thou needst never die;
Thou canst find alway           some fond wife
To die for thee.
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That
throughout the whole visible world, an universal order and           in
the sensual and mental faculties is observed, which cause is a
subordination of creature to creature, and of all creatures to Man.
Give way, ye lofty billows, low subside,
Smooth as the level plain, your           pride,
Lo, Venus comes!
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