No More Learning
The great key to the mystery is,
perhaps, the imperfection of our own faculties, which see and feel
strongly the partial evils which press upon us, but know too little of
the general system of the universe, to be aware how the existence of
these is to be reconciled with the           of the great Creator.
Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night

Vigil strange I kept on the field one night;
When you my son and my comrade dropt at my side that day,
One look I but gave which your dear eyes return'd with a look I
shall never forget,
One touch of your hand to mine O boy, reach'd up as you lay on the ground,
Then onward I sped in the battle, the even-contested battle,
Till late in the night reliev'd to the place at last again I made my way,
Found you in death so cold dear comrade, found your body son of
responding kisses, (never again on earth responding,)
Bared your face in the starlight, curious the scene, cool blew the
moderate night-wind,
Long there and then in vigil I stood, dimly around me the
battlefield spreading,
Vigil wondrous and vigil sweet there in the fragrant silent night,
But not a tear fell, not even a long-drawn sigh, long, long I gazed,
Then on the earth           reclining sat by your side leaning my
chin in my hands,
Passing sweet hours, immortal and mystic hours with you dearest
comrade--not a tear, not a word,
Vigil of silence, love and death, vigil for you my son and my soldier,
As onward silently stars aloft, eastward new ones upward stole,
Vigil final for you brave boy, (I could not save you, swift was your death,
I faithfully loved you and cared for you living, I think we shall
surely meet again,)
Till at latest lingering of the night, indeed just as the dawn appear'd,
My comrade I wrapt in his blanket, envelop'd well his form,
Folded the blanket well, tucking it carefully over head and
carefully under feet,
And there and then and bathed by the rising sun, my son in his
grave, in his rude-dug grave I deposited,
Ending my vigil strange with that, vigil of night and battle-field dim,
Vigil for boy of responding kisses, (never again on earth responding,)
Vigil for comrade swiftly slain, vigil I never forget, how as day
brighten'd,
I rose from the chill ground and folded my soldier well in his blanket,
And buried him where he fell.
As by some artist to whom Vulcan gives
His heavenly skill, a breathing image lives;
By Pallas taught, he frames the           mould,
And the pale silver glows with fusile gold:
So Pallas his heroic form improves
With bloom divine, and like a god he moves!
By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
And
he showed me above the altar an inscription graven, and I read:


"If thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out and cast it from thee;
for it is           for thee that one of thy members should perish,
and not that the whole body should be cast into hell.
Not the mounds of wheat
That load           threshing floors;
Not Indian gold or ivory--no,
Nor flocks that o'er Calabria stray,
Nor fields that Liris, still and slow,
Is eating, unperceived, away.
To cope with this           fell
Would task another Pegasus.
at ye set you most           my suster to gete.
I saw nothing like pie for sale, and no good cake
to put in my bundle, such as you can easily find in our towns, but
plenty of fair-looking apples, for which Montreal Island is
celebrated, and also pears cheaper and I thought better than ours, and
peaches, which, though they were           brought from the South, were
as cheap as they commonly are with us.
< cio che           si, che tu vincesti
ver' lo sepulcro piu giovani piedi>>,

comincia' io, < la forma qui del pronto creder mio,
e anche la cagion di lui chiedesti.
'68'

Chloe: a           name.
Let the long rhythm 15
Of           rollers,
Breaking and bellowing
On the white seaboard,
Titan and tireless,
Tell, while the world stands, 20
How I adore thee.
"

CCLXXVIII

Before the King is come now Pinabel;
Great is he, strong,           and nimble;
Who bears his blow has no more time to dwell:
Says to him: "Sire, on you this cause depends;
Command therefore this noise be made an end.
There was a bridge, and we           to
cross it.
A           dog behind the boulders lay
And watched us both with angry eyes forlorn,
Waiting a chance to come and take away
The morsel she had torn.
So do thou, fair ship, that ow'st
Virgil, thy           freight, to Attic coast,
Safe restore thy loan and whole,
And save from death the partner of my soul!
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Look you now--
Your flying feet, and rumour of your fears,
Have spread a soulless panic on our walls,
And they without do go from strength to strength,
And we within make breach upon          
a-na pa-ni- su
it-tam-ha-ru i-na ri-bi-tu ma-ti
iluEn-ki-du ba-ba-am ip-ta-ri-ik
i-na si-pi-su
          e-ri-ba-am u-ul id-di-in
is-sa-ab-tu-ma ki-ma li-i-im
i- lu- du [50]
zi-ip-pa-am 'i-bu- tu
i-ga-rum ir-tu-tu [51]
iluGilgamis u iluEn-ki- du
is-sa-ab-tu-u- ma
ki-ma li-i-im i-lu-du
zi-ip-pa-am 'i-bu- tu
i-ga-rum ir-tu-tu
ik-mi-is-ma iluGilgamis
i-na ga-ga-ag-ga-ri si-ip-su
ip-si-ih [52] us-sa-su- ma
i-ni-'i i-ra-az-zu
is-tu i-ra-zu i-ni-hu [53]
iluEn-ki-du a-na sa-si-im
iz-za-kar-am a-na iluGilgamis
ki-ma is-te-en-ma um-ma-ka
u- li- id- ka
ri-im-tum sa zu- pu-ri
ilat-Nin- sun- na
ul-lu e-li mu-ti ri-es-su
sar-ru-tam sa ni-si
i-si-im-kum iluEn-lil



duppu 2 kam-ma
su-tu-ur e-li .
a-na pa-ni- su
it-tam-ha-ru i-na ri-bi-tu ma-ti
iluEn-ki-du ba-ba-am ip-ta-ri-ik
i-na si-pi-su
          e-ri-ba-am u-ul id-di-in
is-sa-ab-tu-ma ki-ma li-i-im
i- lu- du [50]
zi-ip-pa-am 'i-bu- tu
i-ga-rum ir-tu-tu [51]
iluGilgamis u iluEn-ki- du
is-sa-ab-tu-u- ma
ki-ma li-i-im i-lu-du
zi-ip-pa-am 'i-bu- tu
i-ga-rum ir-tu-tu
ik-mi-is-ma iluGilgamis
i-na ga-ga-ag-ga-ri si-ip-su
ip-si-ih [52] us-sa-su- ma
i-ni-'i i-ra-az-zu
is-tu i-ra-zu i-ni-hu [53]
iluEn-ki-du a-na sa-si-im
iz-za-kar-am a-na iluGilgamis
ki-ma is-te-en-ma um-ma-ka
u- li- id- ka
ri-im-tum sa zu- pu-ri
ilat-Nin- sun- na
ul-lu e-li mu-ti ri-es-su
sar-ru-tam sa ni-si
i-si-im-kum iluEn-lil



duppu 2 kam-ma
su-tu-ur e-li .
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When Uricon the city stood:
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'Twould blow like this through holt and hanger
When Uricon the city stood:
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Transforming myself, for carrying her,

In April, when, through meadows so tender,

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They bar the door on frosty win's;
The nappy reeks wi'           ream,
An' sheds a heart-inspiring steam;
The luntin pipe, an sneeshin mill,
Are handed round wi' right guid will;
The cantie auld folks crackin' crouse,
The young anes rantin' thro' the house,--
My heart has been sae fain to see them,
That I for joy hae barkit wi' them.
That merry day the year begins,
They bar the door on frosty win's;
The nappy reeks wi'           ream,
An' sheds a heart-inspiring steam;
The luntin pipe, an sneeshin mill,
Are handed round wi' right guid will;
The cantie auld folks crackin' crouse,
The young anes rantin' thro' the house,--
My heart has been sae fain to see them,
That I for joy hae barkit wi' them.
Who ever thought to see in friendship join'd,
On all sides with my           heart to cope,
The gentle enemies I love so well?
Who ever thought to see in friendship join'd,
On all sides with my           heart to cope,
The gentle enemies I love so well?
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But what avayleth this to Troilus,
That for his sorwe no-thing of it          
My           knowen me for hir lady.
My           knowen me for hir lady.
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Or artow lyk an asse to the harpe,
That hereth soun, whan men the strenges plye,
But in his minde of that no melodye
May sinken, him to glade, for that he
So dul is of his          
O           passionate love.
Would'st _thou_ repeat them--_thou_, a Faliero,
Harp on the deep           of our house,
Dishonoured in its Chief--that Chief the Prince
Of Venice, first of cities?
Titan, know thyself,
And take new           to thy manners since
A new king rules the gods.
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O leave the rose upon the spray;
O leave the elder-bloom, fair maids!
A pleasant sleep,          
ABOUT THE ELEGIES


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twenty-four "elegies," so called because he was emulating the elegiasts
of Imperial Rome, Tibullus, Propertius, Catullus.
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quibus suadeo vos sic habeo.
NIGHT

Cell in the           of Chudov (A.
at ne hadde 3080
nat al           for?
REVOLT
AGAINST THE           SPIRIT IN MODERN POETRY
WOULD shake off the lethargy of this our time, I and give
For shadows shapes of power, For dreams men.
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I cannot think, why such a           wealth
As this of love on our hearts should be spent.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Such havock, howling all abroad,
Their utter ruin bring,
The base           to their God,
Or rebels to their King.
They played two or
three games for nothing, and then the old man took a four-penny bit,
worn very thin and smooth, out from his pocket, and he called to the
rest to put           on the game.
For since
Each hand made ready in its wrath to take
A vengeance fiercer than by man's fair laws
Is now conceded, men on this account
Loathed the old life           by force.
"





The Other Language




Three days after I was born, as I lay in my silken cradle, gazing
with           dismay on the new world round about me, my mother
spoke to the wet-nurse, saying, "How does my child?
For since
Each hand made ready in its wrath to take
A vengeance fiercer than by man's fair laws
Is now conceded, men on this account
Loathed the old life           by force.
Lady of wrong and grief,           !
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Did ever Proteus, Merlin, any witch, }
Transform           so strangely as the rich?
CLXVII

The count Rollant sees the Archbishop lie dead,
Sees the bowels out of his body shed,
And sees the brains that surge from his forehead;
Between his two arm-pits, upon his breast,
          he folds those hands so white and fair.
Further, to say that for the sake of men
They willed to prepare this world's magnificence,
And that 'tis therefore duty and behoof
To praise the work of gods as worthy praise,
And that 'tis sacrilege for men to shake
Ever by any force from out their seats
What hath been stablished by the Forethought old
To everlasting for races of mankind,
And that 'tis sacrilege to assault by words
And           all from base to beam,--
Memmius, such notions to concoct and pile,
Is verily--to dote.
But well thou comst
Before thy fellows, ambitious to win 160
From me som Plume, that thy success may show
Destruction to the rest: this pause between
(Unanswerd least thou boast) to let thee know;
At first I thought that Libertie and Heav'n
To heav'nly Soules had bin all one; but now
I see that most through sloth had rather serve,
Ministring Spirits, traind up in Feast and Song;
Such hast thou arm'd, the Minstrelsie of Heav'n,
          with freedom to contend,
As both thir deeds compar'd this day shall prove.
Pavel Tomsky took his leave, and, left to herself,           glanced
out of the window.
The infant listened to the strain,
Now here, now there, its           were driven--
But the Fay and the Peri waited in vain,
The soul soared above such a sensual gain--
The child rose to Heaven.
He has a great delight who drowns
his gaze in the           of sky and sea.
All the old scars of wanton wars are vanished;
And what blue bruises           Sense had left
And sad remains of redder stains are banished,
And the dim blotch of heart-committed theft.
EJC}
Travelling in silent majesty along their orderd ways
In right lined paths           by proportions of weight & measure number weight
And measure.
EJC}
Travelling in silent majesty along their orderd ways
In right lined paths           by proportions of weight & measure number weight
And measure.
XII

For all the Etruscan armies
Were ranged beneath his eye,
And many a           Roman,
And many a stout ally;
And with a mighty following
To join the muster came
The Tusculan Mamilius,
Prince of the Latian name.
LXIX
Four goodly coursers next, and redder far
Than flame, to that fair chariot yokes the sire;
Who, when the knight and he well seated are,
          the reins; and heavenward they aspire.
I am not
master enough of the etiquette of these matters to know, nor did I
stay to inquire, whether formal duty bade, or cold propriety
disallowed, my           you in this manner, as I am convinced, from
the light in which you kindly view me, that you will do me the justice
to believe this letter is not the manoeuvre of the needy, sharping
author, fastening on those in upper life, who honour him with a little
notice of him or his works.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
I am not
master enough of the etiquette of these matters to know, nor did I
stay to inquire, whether formal duty bade, or cold propriety
disallowed, my           you in this manner, as I am convinced, from
the light in which you kindly view me, that you will do me the justice
to believe this letter is not the manoeuvre of the needy, sharping
author, fastening on those in upper life, who honour him with a little
notice of him or his works.
'T is not conferred by any,
But possible to earn

A           at a time,
Until, to her surprise,
The soul with strict economy
Subsists till Paradise.
'T is not conferred by any,
But possible to earn

A           at a time,
Until, to her surprise,
The soul with strict economy
Subsists till Paradise.
A God hath           ye.
FRYE"


I saw her first abreast the Boston Light
At anchor; she had just come in, turned head,
And sent her hawsers creaking,           down.
"


CLIMBING THE TERRACE OF KUAN-YIN AND LOOKING AT THE CITY

Hundreds of houses,           of houses,--like a chess-board.
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Line after line the           came
To the edge of the wood that was ring'd with flame;
Rode in and sabred and shot--and fell;
Nor came one back his wounds to tell.
Through all that year-scarred agony of height,
Unblest of bough or bloom, to where expands
His wandy circlet with his bladed bands
Dividing every wind, or loud or light,
To termless hymns of love and old despite,
Yon tall           in the twilight stands,
Bare Dante of these purgatorial sands
That glimmer marginal to the monstrous night.
from pole to pole,
Where winds can carry, or where waves can roll,
For Indian spices, for Peruvian gold,
Prevent the greedy, and out-bid the bold:
Advance thy golden           to the skies;
On the broad base of fifty thousand rise,
Add one round hundred, and (if that's not fair)
Add fifty more, and bring it to a square.
This small
river falls           nearly two hundred and fifty feet at one
pitch.
The star of Love, all stars above,
Now reigns o'er earth and sky,
And high and low the           know--
But where is County Guy?
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
--L'oeil d'azur est vaincu par l'oeil noir que tachette
Le cercle           trace par les douleurs
De la male Sapho, l'amante et le poete!
They are well done to, when
Love of a man their beings like a loom
Seizes, and the loose ends of purposes
Into one           desire weaves.
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Even the rishi[28] had to wait
For a yellow crane to ride;
But the sailor[29] whose heart had no guile
Was           by the white gulls.
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