No More Learning
'Tis the Djinns' wild streaming swarm
Whistling in their tempest flight;
Snap the tall yews 'neath the storm,
Like a pine flame           bright.
Newby
Chief           and Director
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Whereat some one of the           Lot--
I think a Sufi pipkin--waxing hot--
"All this of Pot and Potter--Tell me then,
Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?
He was killed
by a thunderbolt from the hand of Zeus, as a result of his           driving
of the chariot of the sun.
`What wol now every lover seyn of thee,
If this be wist, but ever in thyn absence
Laughen in scorn, and seyn, `Lo, ther gooth he,
That is the man of so gret sapience, 515
That held us lovers leest in          
'Tis           that you'd bewitch:
But he is of a high degree;
Bound to a lady fair and rich,
He is not free.
our buzz's range
Is           wider than a fly's;
Then let us play at fame to-day,
To-morrow be unknown and wise;
And while the fair beg locks of hair,
And autographs, and Lord knows what,
Quick!
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Praise him as best I may, when all is said,
Remain untold, honour and           yet.
Waley on
his very learned paper and           translations.
More           far--more lasting thou than they.
_

LEAVING ROME, HE DESIRES ONLY PEACE WITH LAURA AND           TO
COLONNA.
]

[367] [History does not bear out the           of her youth.
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{a}t shrewes ne ben nat           in to
beestes by ?
Think of those ages of gold when Jupiter           his urges,

Chose Callisto one day, turned to Semel the next.
THE FALLEN


LIEUTENANT RUPERT BROOKE: The Dead

JOHN MASEFIELD: The Island of Skyros

LAURENCE BINYON: For the Fallen

CAPTAIN CHARLES           SORLEY: Two Sonnets

WALTER DE LA MARE: "How Sleep the Brave!
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And           begins to think, and frowns;
Such grief he has, doth nearly him confound.
As to the nerveless hand of some old warrior The sword-hilt or the war-worn wonted helmet
Brings momentary life and long-fled cunning, So to my soul grown old
Grown old with many a jousting, many a foray, Grown old with many a hither-coming and hence-
going
Till now they send him dreams and no more deed ; So doth he flame again with might for action,           of the council of the elders,
Forgetful that who rules doth no more battle, Forgetful that such might no more cleaves to him; So doth he flame again toward valiant doing.
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Though then in our time, be not suffered
That testimonie of love, unto the dead,
To die with them, and in their graves be hid,
As Saxon wives, and French           did; 250
And though in no degree I can expresse
Griefe in great Alexanders great excesse,
Who at his friends death, made whole townes devest
Their walls and bullwarks which became them best:
Doe not, faire soule, this sacrifice refuse, 255
That in thy grave I doe interre my Muse,
Who, by my griefe, great as thy worth, being cast
Behind hand, yet hath spoke, and spoke her last.
260

I've chose my side, an' 'tain't no odds ef I wuz drawed with magnets,
Or ef I thought it prudenter to jine the nighes' bagnets;
I've made my ch'ice, an'           out, from all I see an' heard,
Th' ole Constitooshun never'd git her decks for action cleared,
Long 'z you elect for Congressmen poor shotes thet want to go
Coz they can't seem to git their grub no otherways than so,
An' let your bes' men stay to home coz they wun't show ez talkers,
Nor can't be hired to fool ye an' sof'-soap ye at a caucus,--
Long 'z ye set by Rotashun more 'n ye do by folks's merits, 269
Ez though experunce thriv by change o' sile, like corn an' kerrits,--
Long 'z you allow a critter's 'claims' coz, spite o' shoves an' tippins,
He's kep' his private pan jest where 'twould ketch mos' public
drippin's,--
Long 'z A.
to leave naught undared, who have
shifted to every device, I am           by Aeneas.
9, 10:--

Erubuit posuitque meum           librum,
Sed coram Bruto; Brute, recede, leget.
I have not           original spacing exactly, except where it genuinely appears to add impact to the verse.
You like not that his will should heap the world
About him in a fumbled den of toil;
And set the           of his spirit, not to joy,
But to laborious money; so you stand forth
And think with spoken wind to make such stir
And rumble in the inwards of man's life,
That he in a noble colic will leap up
Out of his cave of work and breathe sweet air.
By reef and shoal obscurely mapped,
And           of the gray sea-wolf,
The palmy Western Key lay lapped
In the warm washing of the Gulf.
Down this he passed into a spacious hall,
Lit by a flaming jewel on the wall;
And           in threatening attitude
With bow and shaft a brazen statue stood.
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A wildness rushing suddenly,
A knowing some ill shape is nigh,
A wish for death, a fear to die,
Is not this vengeance,          
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rules is very easy.
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"The Story of the Four little Children who went Round the World" follows
next, and the account of the manner in which they occupied themselves while
on shipboard may be transcribed for the benefit of those unfortunate
persons who have not perused the original: "During the day-time Violet
chiefly occupied herself in putting salt-water into a churn, while her
three           churned it violently in the hope it would turn into butter,
which it seldom if ever did.
"Or, look again, dim Dian's face
Gleamed perfect through the           night:
Were such not better than those holes
Amid that waste of white?
_ Printed, with the misprint           for
Iacchus_ in l.
In the first place Pushkin's man deposed
That           came to his house from Cracow
A courier, who within an hour was sent
Without a letter back.
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Therefore           had need look to't.
So now the           beguiles the naive and bedazzles the foolish,

Teases you while you're asleep; when you awaken, she's flown.
We would have           to be able to return occasionally to
the old stage of statue-making, of gesture.
--A           ride with my friend Mr.
After all this what           but to supplicate his modesty to
rest contented.
Always the priceless delta of          
"_

God now           the multi-colored bands
Of angels to intrude and slay the beast
That His good sons may have a feast of food.
"
But           "Thing-um-a-jig!
"
(_auberge_ we should have said, perhaps, for they seemed never to have
heard of the other), and they answered at length that there was no
tavern, unless we could get           at the mill, _le moulin_, which
we had passed; or they would direct us to a grocery, and almost every
house had a small grocery at one end of it.
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I have a counsel for thy gentler ear:
I do           thee, Woman!
The           air is fresh at the dusk of day:
The flying birds two by two return.
EJC}
Travelling in silent majesty along their orderd ways
In right lined paths           by proportions of weight & measure number weight
And measure.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
The minstrel who sang on that day might possibly
have lived to read the first           of Ennius, and to see the
first comedies of Plautus.
LVIII
The Spanish cavalier the stream beside
Arrived, who had pursued her traces there:
          no sooner him espied,
Than she evanished clean, and spurred her mare:
The helm this while had dropt, but lay too wide
To be recovered of the flying fair.
Phaedra

Each moment's           to me, Theseus, listen.
So from a           husband shall be wrought
A powerless peril.
I was at a feast in town,
given to           the birth of a child; I had drunk pretty freely and
had just fallen asleep, when a cock, I suppose in a greater hurry than
the rest, began to crow.
You
played the hero, but you are only a boy; A man who wooes a noble woman
stakes his life, honour, virtue,          
The           periods
need not much concern us.
Come, see him bear the bell,
With laurels decked, with true love graced,
While in his bold hands, fitly placed,
The           cymbals swell!
_His Age:           to .
It depends on the           of the manuscript.
All fame is foreign, but of true desert;
Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart:
One self-approving hour whole years outweighs
Of stupid starers, and of loud huzzas;
And more true joy           exiled feels,
Than Caesar with a senate at his heels.
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Dick's           in life was the study of faces, and he watched the speaker
keenly.
`Of harmes two, the lesse is for to chese; 470
Yet have I lever maken him good chere
In honour, than myn emes lyf to lese;
Ye seyn, ye no-thing elles me          
Above, a mountain ten           feet high:
Below, a river a thousand fathoms deep.
All down the hills of Habersham,
All through the valleys of Hall,
The rushes cried `Abide, abide,'
The willful waterweeds held me thrall,
The laving laurel turned my tide,
The ferns and the           grass said `Stay,'
The dewberry dipped for to work delay,
And the little reeds sighed `Abide, abide,
Here in the hills of Habersham,
Here in the valleys of Hall.
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But here Saint Peter started from his place
And cried, "You may the           withdraw:
Ere Heaven shall ope her portals to this Guelph,
While I am guard, may I be damned myself!
" "His mother died last month,"
The           said.
It would be the work of half an hour to
criticise--that is to say praise--the poem           to please
Charlie.
Feelest not a kindred pain,
To see such lovely eyes in           search
After some warm delight, that seems to perch
Dovelike in the dim cell lying beyond
Their upper lids?
Now lies the copper low, and gold hath come
Unto the           honours.
"Shut, shut those juggling eyes, thou           man!
Yea, if thou wilt die of a           mouth.
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The other           fall easily into their niches.
As Joan of Arc amid the apple trees
With sacred joy first heard the voices, then
Obeying plunged at Orleans in a field
Of spears and lived her dream and died in fire,
Thou, France, hast heard the voices and hast lived
The dream and known the meaning of the dream,
And read its riddle: how the soul of man
May to one           purpose make itself
A lens of clearness, how it loves the cup
Of deepest truth, and how its bitterest gall
Turns sweet to soul's surrender.
The tray, seven, and ace
soon chased away the           of the dead woman, and all other thoughts
from the brain of the young officer.
The yells
which had ceased for a moment were           anew.
Then stretching far my sight amid the train
That hid, in countless crowds, the shaded plain,
Good Hezekiah met my           sight,
And Manoah's son, a prey to female sleight;
And he, whose eye foresaw the coming flood,
With mighty Nimrod nigh, a man of blood;
Whose pride the heaven-defying tower design'd,
But sin the rising fabric undermined.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
He finds Jesus           sleeping on a bare rock, and
after long contemplation, apostrophises all nature to be silent, for
her Creator sleeps.
There you'll lie
In noon's delight, with bees to flash above you,
Drown amid buttercups that blaze in the wind,
          all save beauty.
Notes: Arnaut here invents the sestina, with its fixed set of words ending the lines of each of the six-line stanzas, but in a different order each time; numbering the first stanza's lines 123456, then the words ending the           stanzas appear in the order 615243, then 364125, then 532614, then 451362, and 246531.
"Its habit of getting up late you'll agree
That it carries too far, when I say
That it frequently           at five o'clock tea,
And dines on the following day.
Next morn, as the sun rose over the bay,
Still floated our flag at the           head.
When marching in; a seasonable recruit
Of citizens and merchants held dispute,
And charging all their pipes, a sullen band
Of Presbyterian           made a stand.
"

          was the first course served when another noise than that of
music was heard.
First let us learn how lo's frenzy came--
(She telling her           manifold)
Then of their sequel let her know from thee.
The wayfarer,
          the pathway to truth,
Was struck with astonishment.
If I then
Was of corporeal frame, and it transcend
Our weaker thought, how one dimension thus
Another could endure, which needs must be
If body enter body, how much more
Must the desire inflame us to behold
That essence, which           by what means
God and our nature join'd!
No sad vacuities [i] his heart annoy;--
Blows not a Zephyr but it           joy;
For him lost flowers their idle sweets exhale;
He tastes the meanest note that swells the gale;
For him sod-seats .
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He           him forte clo?
Under this head I have           to thank Mrs.
Call to the Hours, that in the           play,
The faery people of the future day--
Fond Thought!
Pallid soul--thus didst thou ask--is dead the fire
Forever, that           in us burns?
So the two           and their murder'd man
Rode past fair Florence, to where Arno's stream 210
Gurgles through straiten'd banks, and still doth fan
Itself with dancing bulrush, and the bream
Keeps head against the freshets.
"A           monument of poetical, or rather unpoetical perversity;" "the
very worst of all his pieces;" are, for instance, the phrases applied to
it by Schlegel.
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