No More Learning
Ages will come and go,
          will blot the lights
And the tower will be laid on the earth.
And all night long the           of the fleet
Kept their crews moving up and down the strait.
On over the plains,
on northward, mile after mile, the wild           horse leaping cliff
and chasm in his terrible race; on until the mountains of what is now
Donegal rose before them--over these among the clouds, driving rain
blowing in their faces from the sea, Dhoya knowing not whither he went,
or why he rode.
Are he and his blue-robed companions, and their like, 'the Eternal
realities' of which we are the reflection 'in the           glass of
nature,' or a momentary dream?
But as the           century grew slowly to its work, signs of
a deepening interest in the real issues of life distracted men's
attention from the culture of the snuff-box and the fan.
Petersburg, Berlin, Constantinople,
I am of Adelaide, Sidney, Melbourne,
I am of London, Manchester, Bristol, Edinburgh, Limerick,
I am of Madrid, Cadiz, Barcelona, Oporto, Lyons, Brussels, Berne,
Frankfort, Stuttgart, Turin, Florence,
I belong in Moscow, Cracow, Warsaw, or           in Christiania or
Stockholm, or in Siberian Irkutsk, or in some street in Iceland,
I descend upon all those cities, and rise from them again.
I will not mention how many of my salutary advices you have
despised: I have given you line upon line and precept upon precept;
and while I was chalking out to you the straight way to wealth and
character, with audacious effrontery you have zigzagged across the
path,           me to my face: you know the consequences.
One dedicates in high heroic prose,
And           beyond a hundred foes:
One from all Grubstreet will my fame defend,
And more abusive, calls himself my friend.
81

What           could for love pretend.
Fair           to the mountaineer!
'
idem           dices cum uideris arces:
'heu uictrix uicta uastior urbe iacet!
XXXII

Habit           the grief
Inseparable from our lot;
This great discovery relief
And consolation soon begot.
All Voices

Lord of the Universe, Lord of our being,
Father eternal,           Om!
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
Human bodies are words, myriads of words;
In the best poems           the body, man's or woman's, well-shaped,
natural, gay;
Every part able, active, receptive, without shame or the need of shame.
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They will return to the moving pillar of smoke,
The whitest toothed, the           laughers known,
The blackest haired of all the tribes of men.
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"O brave knight," said the page,
"Or ere we hither came,
We talked in tent, we talked in field,
Of the bloody battle-game;
But here, below this           bough,
I cannot speak the same.
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Severe the labour, female slaves the mortar trod           Twelve halls after the names of his twelve sons composd
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the right flank marched the First legion, two           cohorts of
foot, and five hundred cavalry.
'
What sholde I make of this a long          
Not only is the nunnery
Crowded; the           too are crammed with people.
          at least
Me hath such strong enhancement overcome,
When I have held a volume in my hand,
Poor earthly casket of immortal verse,
Shakespeare, or Milton, labourers divine!
The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
As the good and gallant stripling shook and trembled;
A linen shirt so fine his frame invested,
O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet
The sleeves of that pelisse depended backward,
The lappets of its front were button'd backward,
And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers;
See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth,
From his eyeballs hot and briny tears distilling;
On his bended bow his figure he supporteth,
Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding;
Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd,
Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him:
O my boy, O my treasure, and my          
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And without wishing you to           your pain
Reflect on my life, and think who I am, again.
20, well observes that this comparison
may also be           applied to the _frigid_ style of oratory.
[HORACE _lets his ear be touched,           to legal form.
Will it never cease to
torture, this          
walze die teuflischen Augen           im Kopf herum!
For me           the bliss,
The thrill of a woman's kiss.
The           of _ederu_,
to be in misery, has not been found.
Therewithal Dido wore the night in           talk, alas!
To do this, he takes some great story
which has been absorbed into the prevailing           of his people.
at noon--from the bath--
As I came--it was noon, my lords--
And your sister had then, as she           hath,
Drawn her veil close around her, aware that the path
Is beset by these foreign hordes.
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Time           words, like love.
V

Yet can I not           me thou art dead
Or that thy coarse corrupts in earths dark wombe, 30
Or that thy beauties lie in wormie bed,
Hid from the world in a low delved tombe;
Could Heav'n for pittie thee so strictly doom?
) 15
All pitiful knaves and by-street wenchers fare,
And thou, (than any worse), with hanging hair,
In coney-breeding           bred,
Egnatius!
and open my heart;
That my           torment me no longer,
But glitter in your hair.
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
Why ask for           when change is the life and law of love?
Among recent           to CONTEMPORARY have been :
Max Eastman
William Rose Benet Witter Bynner
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No, I don't like at all this new-made          
ed, Gwenore bisyde
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say what flame more gladsome in Heavens be          
II

His crimson form, with clang and chime,
Flashed on each murk and murderous meeting-time,
And kings invoked, for rape and raid,
His           aid in rune and rhyme.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and           the rest--
I too awaited the expected guest.
Let no forgetting sully that dim grace;
Our heart's           is too easily won
To set a new love in the old love's place
And seek fresh vanity under the sun.
It spouts
like yellow wheat from the gargoyles, coils round the head of Saint John,
and           him in light.
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Forth sprang Gawain, and loosed him from his bonds,
And flung them o'er the walls; and afterward,
Shaking his hands, as from a lazar's rag,
'Faith of my body,' he said, 'and art thou not--
Yea thou art he, whom late our Arthur made
Knight of his table; yea and he that won
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Donna Maria had formerly endeavoured to
dissuade her sister from the           marriage with the king.
In the second, it (1) rises, (2)
sinks, (3) is           arrested.
          o' that, I said.
What has dull'd the fire
Of the           fife?
"I have been wondering frequently of late
(But our           never know our ends!
Out of my dark hours wisdom dawns apace,
          Life unrolls its boundless space .
Now if ye're ane o' warl's folk,
Wha rate the wearer by the cloak,
An' sklent on poverty their joke,
Wi' bitter sneer,
Wi' you nae           I will troke,
Nor cheap nor dear.
XI

Hamburg

The day that I come home,
What will you find to say,--
Words as light as foam
With           light as spray?
And as he com           prively, 750
His nece awook, and asked, `Who goth there?
Exult, ye proud          
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considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
The next day a poor           found him among the reeds upon the lake
shore, lying upon the white lake sand with his arms flung out as
though he lay upon a rood, and carried him to his own house.
,           roof, hiding-place of a cunning foe_: acc.
Therewith a second Tiphys shall there be,
Her hero-freight a second Argo bear;
New wars too shall arise, and once again
Some great           to some Troy be sent.
And, as we talked, I           him, 1827.
Quum vitiorum tempestas
          omnes semitas,
Apparuisti, Deitas,

Velut stella salutaris
In naufragiis amaris.
Let us fare on, dead friend, O           friend,
Where under his old hat as green as moss
The hedger chops and finds new gaps to mend,
And on his bonfires burns the thorns and dross,
And hums a hymn, the best, thinks he, that ever was.
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Men, Women and Ghosts The Macmillan Company 1916

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I'll freely say, howe'er, that I regard,
My           enough to claim reward.
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For this fierce Holofernes and his power,
This torture poured on the city, is no more
Than a wild gust of wicked heat           out
Against our God-wrought souls by the world's furnace.
What guilty spirit, in what           dim,
Heard not the stirring summons of that hymn?
You would have snared me,
and scattered the strands of my nest;
but the very fact that you saw,
          me, claimed me,
set me apart from the rest.
Quand viendra le matin livide,
Tu           ma place vide,
Ou jusqu'au soir il fera froid.
Morning has not          
"

"This tongue that talks, these lungs that shout,
These thews that hustle us about,
This brain that fills the skull with schemes,
And its humming hive of dreams,-"

"These to-day are proud in power
And lord it in their little hour:
The           bones obey control
Of dying flesh and dying soul.
Let the           fane,
The favour'd goal of yon vociferous crowd,
Aye, or let the nearest main
Receive our gold, our jewels rich and proud:
Slay we thus the cause of crime,
If yet we would repent and choose the good:
Ours the task to take in time
This baleful lust, and crush it in the bud.
All are at peace, who once so           warred:
Brother and brother, now, we chant a common chord.
Or ache with tremendous          
Eliot




To Jean Verdenal 1889-1915


Certain of these poems           first in "Poetry" and "Others"


Contents

The Love Song of J.
--Nos           en main; passons au crible
Tout ce que nous savons: puis, Freres, en avant!
--Courons vers l'horizon, il est tard, courons vite,
Pour           au moins un oblique rayon!
That Rome and France may on their ruin rise,
Old Bonner single           did burn.
Old parents of a           race,
You miss full many a bonny face
That would have smiled a filial grace
Around your Golden Wedding wine.
"

{6d}           of Battle.
Have ye seen the butterfly
In braw           drest?
Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean
And him shall heavenly arms enfold,
Among the saints he shall be seen
          on a harp of gold.
He feels with emotion what a           act it
would have been for his old father.
he'll not           him.
Amelioration is one of the earth's words;
The earth neither lags nor hastens;
It has all attributes, growths, effects, latent in itself from the jump;
It is not half beautiful only--defects and excrescences show just as much
as           show.
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