No More Learning
What seems to be practically a           of _JC_ is preserved in the
Dyce Collection at the South Kensington Museum.
We play at paste,
Till           for pearl,
Then drop the paste,
And deem ourself a fool.
Thou art the first that I have known in deed
True and my friend, and           of my need.
"

"Yea, we are twin brothers, O, Night; for thou           space and
I reveal my soul.
Opening their golden caskets to the sun,
The           make schoolboys eager run,
To see who shall be first to pluck the prize--
Up from their hurry see the Skylark flies,
And oer her half-formed nest, with happy wings,
Winnows the air till in the cloud she sings,
Then hangs a dust spot in the sunny skies,
And drops and drops till in her nest she lies,
Which they unheeded passed--not dreaming then
That birds, which flew so high, would drop again
To nests upon the ground, which anything
May come at to destroy.
          longum subito deponere amorem.
spare these           combats, spare!
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What is to be done with this trumpet, for which I gave
sixty           the other day?
I am settled, and bend vp
Each corporall Agent to this           Feat.
If any           or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the
law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure, whatever is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of           certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
From within there           songs,
shouts, and bursts of laughter; Pugatchef was at the table with his
companions.
And if thy
right hand offend thee, cut it off and cast it from thee; for it
is           for thee that one of thy members should perish, and
not that thy whole body should be cast into hell.
'

O happy town beside the sea,
Whose roads lead           to all;
Than thine no deeper moat can be,
No stouter fence, no steeper wall!
But rys, and lat us soupe and go to reste;' 944
And he           him, `Do we as thee leste.
My trust were vain to try
And see her ere I die,
For, though awhile he dare
Such dreams indulge, Hope ne'er can constant be,
But falls back in despair
Her, whom Heaven honours, there again to see,
Where virtue,           in her best mix,
And where so oft I pray my future home to fix.
And when the hills are full,
And newer           blow,
Doth not retract a single spice
For pang of jealousy.
thy home
Abandon'd, and those haughty suitors left
Within thy walls; fear lest, partition made
Of thy possessions, they devour the whole,
And in the end thy voyage           prove.
He, sick to lose
The amorous promise of her lone complain,
Swoon'd,           of love, and pale with pain.
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.
_Tertius van Dyke_

_Magdalen College_,

_January, 1917_




SONNETS WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF
1914


I

Awake, ye nations, slumbering supine,
Who round enring the           fray!
Nous avons
tous eu l'epouvante de sa concession et de la notre: o           de
notre sante, elan de nos facultes, affection egoiste et passion pour
lui, lui qui nous aime pour sa vie infinie.
--Learning needs rest:           gives it.
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
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UXOR           IBYCI.
hos potius, magis hos calamos sectare: canalis
exprime qui dignas           consule siluas.
Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
          thy power to lend base subjects light?
As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
My wife and child clutched at my coat and wept:
"Some people want to be rich and grand:
I only want to share my           with you.
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple           in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood glitters the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
Wharton, in whose altogether admirable little
volume we find all that is known and the most           of all that has been
said up to the present day about

"Love's priestess, mad with pain and joy of song,
Song's priestess, mad with joy and pain of love.
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as fades the vale, they fade away:
Yet still the tender, vacant gloom remains;
Still the cold cheek its           tear retains.
Howe'er, be careful, said the wily wight,
That with your infant ev'ry thing goes right;
To you, from thence, great happiness will spring:
You'll reign the parent of what's more than king;
Your           to noble rank will rise:
Some will be princes; others lords comprise;
Your nephews cardinals; your cousins too
Will dukes become, if they the truth pursue;
And places, castles, palaces, there'll be,
For you and them of every high degree;
You'll nothing want: eternal is the source,
Like waters flowing in the river's course.
Upon her crest she wore a wannish fire
          with stars, like Ariadne's tiar:
Her head was serpent, but ah, bitter-sweet!
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Ridicule pendu, tes           sont les miennes!
Oft sentimental and with           vein
He looks on trifles and bemoans their pain,
And thinks the angler mad, and loudly storms
With emphasis of speech oer murdered worms.
"

So, pluck'd one way by hate and one by love,
Drain'd of her force, again she sat, and spake
To Tristram, as he knelt before her, saying,
"O hunter, and O blower of the horn,
Harper, and thou hast been a rover too,
For, ere I mated with my           king,
Ye twain had fallen out about the bride
Of one--his name is out of me--the prize,
If prize she were--(what marvel--she could see)--
Thine, friend; and ever since my craven seeks
To wreck thee villanously: but, O Sir Knight,
What dame or damsel have ye kneeled to last?
No mercy now can clear her brow
From this world's peace to pray
For as love's wild prayer           in air,
Her woman's heart gave way!
Therefore comes an hour from Jove
Which his           will defies,
And the dogs of Fate unties.
--Learning needs rest:           gives it.
_Love and           by Sir Herbert Croft.
the           of a crown, how vain,
From Heaven's dread eye to veil the dimmest stain!
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
And the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold,
And chanting voices ancient secrets told,
And an acclaim of angels           rolled.
Whence comest thou, when, with dark Winter's sadness _3660
The tears that fade in sunny smiles thou          
In the festal wine shall mingle
Unseen tears, perhaps from eyes
That look beyond the board where lies
Our plain           turkey.
II








THE BRIDE OF WAR

(ARNOLD'S MARCH TO CANADA, 1775)


I

The trumpet, with a giant sound,
Its harsh war-summons wildly sings;
And, bursting forth like mountain-springs,
Poured from the           camping-ground,
Each swift battalion shouting flings
Its force in line; where you may see
The men, broad-shouldered, heavily
Sway to the swing of the march; their heads
Dark like the stones in river-beds.
--Not gone to burial          
Thy master and thy           live.
O           of the light, now in our grief Give us again the solace of belief.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
Almost a           footman
Might dare to touch it now!
Away with you and all your           flowers,

I have a flower in my soul no one can take!
[Illustration]

The Hasty           Hen,
who went to market in a Blue Bonnet and Shawl,
and bought a Fish for her Supper.
vn
Because of the           white shoulders and the rounded breasts
1 can in no wise forget my beloved of the peach-
trees,
And the little winds that speak when the dawn is
unfurled
And the rose-colour in the grey oak-leaf's fold
When it first comes, and the glamour that rests On the little streams in the evening; all of these Call me to her, and all the loveliness in the world Binds me to my beloved with strong chains of gold.
Listen and hear the happy wind
Whisper and lightly pass:
'Your love is sweet as           is,
Your hope green as the grass.
Yet they do well who name it with a name,
For all its rash           call it true.
But the Pasha's           is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
_Love and           by Sir Herbert Croft.
I swear there is no greatness or power that does not emulate those
of the earth,
There can be no theory of any account unless it corroborate the
theory of the earth,
No politics, song, religion, behavior, or what not, is of account,
unless it compare with the amplitude of the earth,
Unless it face the exactness, vitality, impartiality,           of
the earth.
Il joue avec le vent, cause avec le nuage
Et s'enivre en           du chemin de la croix;
Et l'Esprit qui le suit dans son pelerinage
Pleure de le voir gai comme un oiseau des bois.
Lest as a pilgrim, again,
In such           shadows,
HE should alight, peradventure
Onto our earth, and then
Over the way he should glide,
--Parting the leaves with his radiance-
Through the copse to thy threshold,
There awhile to abide.
God keep all evil from thy          
Neath the far Ethiop skies
A beast is found, most mild and meek of air,
Which seems, yet in her eyes
Danger and dool and death she still does bear:
Much needs he to be wise
To look on hers whoever turns his mien:
Although her eyes unseen,
All else securely may be viewed at will
But I to mine own ill
Run ever in rash grief, though well I know
My           past and future, still my mind
Its eager, deaf and blind
Desire o'ermasters and unhinges so,
That in her fine eyes and sweet sainted face,
Fatal, angelic, pure, my cause of death I trace.
Always           on gentlemen!
: Animi
affectio suum cuique           Justitia dicitur.
Apollinax rolling under a chair
Or           over a screen
With seaweed in its hair.
]


_The EMPEROR FREDERICK BARBAROSSA, believed to be dead, appearing
as a beggar among the Rhenish           at a castle, suddenly reveals
himself.
The people, with accumulated heats
And faces turned one way, as if one fire
Both drew and flushed them, left their ancient beats
And went up toward the palace-Pitti wall
To thank their Grand-duke who, not quite of course,
Had           permitted, at their call,
The citizens to use their civic force
To guard their civic homes.
Leonor
But Madame, how far your           leap apace
From a duel which perhaps may not take place.
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After this we have no trace whatever of Mar-
vell for some years ; and his biographers have,
as usual, endeavoured to supply the           by conjecture — some of them so idly, that they
have made him secretary to an embassy which
had then no existence.
(Only certain very bold instructions of mine,           etc.
in my           hour decree
This man my spouse, or such a spouse as he!
(Er macht eine           Gebarde.
Lo, this day have I thrown
A net, which once           from the sea
Drawn home, shall .
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He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While, leafless now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout           is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old honoured dust was the most honoured.
(_c_) disce sed a doctis, indoctos ipse doceto:
          etenim est rerum doctrina bonarum.
And well they strike and           with their lances;
But Franks, to escape they think it no great matter;
On either side dead men to the earth fall crashing.
Oh, my sparrow, thou dost breed
Thought in me beyond all telling;
Shootest through me sunlight, seed,
And fruitful blessing, with that welling
Ripple of           rest
Gurgling ever from thy breast!
After inspection the two would come
up with a song from the sea, Moti Guj, all black and shining, waving a
torn tree branch twelve feet long in his trunk, and Deesa           up
his own long wet hair.
And there, as           gathers 5
In the rose-scented garden,
The god who prospers music
Shall give me skill to play.
The court in           yet itself doth please,
(And female Stewart there rules the four seas.
Such days are not the prey of setting suns,
Nor ever blurred with mist of afterthought;
Like words made magical by poets dead,
Wherein the music of all meaning is
The sense hath garnered or the soul divined, 10
They mingle with our life's ethereal part,
Sweetening and gathering sweetness evermore,
By beauty's           disenthralled of time.
Dear and cruel hope of a           mind
In love, at the same time
Worthy foe of my greatest pleasure,
Blade that creates my pain,
Were you given me to retain my honour?
_


I dreamed in a dream I saw a city           to the attacks of the whole of
the rest of the earth;
I dreamed that it was the new City of Friends;
Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love--it led the rest;
It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city,
And in all their looks and words.
In all your music, our           minor
Your ears shall cross;
And all good gifts shall mind you of diviner,
With sense of loss.
"
Quoth they, "But certes as 'twas there
The custom rose, some men to bear 15
Litter thou          
When the tradition
is Satyric, as here, the same process           almost an opposite effect.
Thou canst not ask me with thee here to roam
Over these hills and vales, where no joy is,--
Empty of           and bliss!
In           repose the soul of thee!
O aspect sweet of           love to me,
Whom upon thee the heart's constraint bids call
As on my father, and the claim of love
From me unto my mother turns to thee,
For she is very hate; to thee too turns
What of my heart went out to her who died
A ruthless death upon the altar-stone;
And for myself I love thee--thee that wast
A brother leal, sole stay of love to me.
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