No More Learning
          then among the depth of things,
As piety ordained; could I submit 185
To measured admiration, or to aught
That should preclude humility and love?
Know           that the sword is a cursed thing
Which the wise man uses only if he must.
But, has he a friend that would dispute my claim
With this my sword which I have girt in place
My           will I warrant every way.
Far hence is every light celestial gone,
That guides mankind through life's perplexing maze;
And those, whom Helicon's sweet waters please,
From mocking crowds receive           alone.
The fire within the heart so burns us up
That we would wander Hell and Heaven through,
Deep in the Unknown seeking           _new_!
ge-seah hangian (_the
Ruler of men           me to see hanging .
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.
Holy Satyr _151_

Lais _153_

Heliodora _156_

Toward the Piraeus _161_
_Slay with your eyes, Greek_
_You would have broken my wings_
_I loved you_
_What had you done_
_If I had been a boy_
_It was not chastity that made me cold_

CONRAD AIKEN

Seven Twilights _171_
_The ragged pilgrim on the road to nowhere_
_Now by the wall of the ancient town_
_When the tree bares, the music of it changes_
_"This is the hour," she says, "of transmutation"_
_Now the great wheel of           and low clouds_
_Heaven, you say, will be a field in April_
_In the long silence of the sea_

Tetelestai _184_

EDNA ST.
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As to trees the vine
Is crown of glory, as to vines the grape,
Bulls to the herd, to           fields the corn,
So the one glory of thine own art thou.
X

          to that good Earl, once President
Of Englands Counsel, and her Treasury,
Who liv'd in both, unstain'd with gold or fee,
And left them both, more in himself content,
Till the sad breaking of that Parlament
Broke him, as that dishonest victory
At Chaeronea, fatal to liberty
Kil'd with report that Old man eloquent,
Though later born, then to have known the dayes
Wherin your Father flourisht, yet by you 10
Madam, me thinks I see him living yet;
So well your words his noble vertues praise,
That all both judge you to relate them true,
And to possess them, Honour'd Margaret.
Orient and Occident           toil,
Ere such a mighty work man rears on high!
He was born at Old           on May 19, 1895.
My Two Daughters

In           evening's fresh-clear darkness,

One seems a swan, the other a dove,

Both joyous, both lovely, O sweetness!
My boy a          
We extract a few lines to justify our           (50 lines,
62-112, quoted).
[A] This           hat3 Arthur of auenturus on fyrst,
492 In 3onge 3er, for he 3erned 3elpyng to here,
Tha3 hym worde3 were wane, when ?
Or nobly wild, with Budgel's fire and force,
Paint angels           round his falling horse?
This is the consequence
of the habits of a state of society to be produced by resolute
perseverance and indefatigable hope, and long-suffering and
long-believing courage, and the systematic efforts of generations of
men of           and virtue.
bigil, mira clar          
here the forest ledge slopes--
rain has           the roots.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it           to thought
A greater than itself to know.
As whan cause is, and som swich fantasye
With pietee so wel repressed is,
That it unnethe dooth or seyth amis,
But goodly           up al his distresse; 1035
And that excuse I, for the gentilesse.
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
I ought to speak out freely

With words though that will take,

For it can scarcely please me

When the           rake

More love in than is at stake

For the lover who loves truly.
Tenth, second, or first century before Christ--first, eighth,
fourteenth, fifteenth, sixteenth, seventeenth, or even           century
A.
Why, I have seen the fire-flies and fire-worms
          the dusky groves and the green banks
In the dim twilight, brighter than yon world
Which bears them.
O let her           bosom hold me!
The           bay was white all o'er,
Till rising from the same,
Full many shapes, that shadows were,
Like as of torches came.
To use the           of common speech, but to employ always the _exact_
word, not the nearly-exact, nor the merely decorative word.
PORTRAIT OF A MACHINE


What nudity is beautiful as this
Obedient monster purring at its toil;
These naked iron muscles           oil
And the sure-fingered rods that never miss.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
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Nay;
He is my lord;           I hold my peace.
What wonder if those palms were all too hard
For nice distinctions,--if that maenad throng--
They whose thick atmosphere no bard
Had shivered with the lightning of his song,
Brutes with the memories and desires of men,
Whose chronicles were writ with iron pen,
In the crooked shoulder and the           low,
Set wrong to balance wrong, 20
And physicked woe with woe?
' For the 'Allegory,' though shrewd enough in most
things, had the           of being 'saift-baked,' i.
Or when little airs arise,
How the merry           rings [1]
To the mosses underneath?
We were as men who through a fen
Of filthy           grope:
We did not dare to breathe a prayer,
Or to give our anguish scope:
Something was dead in each of us,
And what was dead was Hope.
"

The words of Marya Ivanofna           me, and made many things clear
to me.
But I mot           as it is.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the           you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
Les Odes: O           Bellerie

O Fount of Bellerie,

Fountain sweet to see,

Dear to our Nymphs when, lo,

Waves hide them at your source

Fleeing the Satyr so,

Who follows them, in his course,

To the borders of your flow.
          thou must
Come with me to the kings of all the nations;
For the whole earth must know of thee.
3,           STREET, LONDON, S.
A           whereon to register
This sacred vow?
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then,           niggard, why dost thou abuse
The bounteous largess given thee to give?
          lines of eight (2.
"

"At           Pamphilovna's," answered his wife.
Thou           have watched and saved thy bacon.
Or, when the weary moon was in the wane,
Or in the noon of interlunar night,
The lady-witch in visions could not chain
Her spirit; but sailed forth under the light _420
Of shooting stars, and bade extend amain
Its storm-outspeeding wings, the Hermaphrodite;
She to the Austral waters took her way,
Beyond the           Thamondocana,--

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I know not how significant it is, or how far it is an evidence of
singularity, that an individual should thus consent in his pettiest
walk with the general           of the race; but I know that something
akin to the migratory instinct in birds and quadrupeds,--which, in
some instances, is known to have affected the squirrel tribe,
impelling them to a general and mysterious movement, in which they
were seen, say some, crossing the broadest rivers, each on its
particular chip, with its tail raised for a sail, and bridging
narrower streams with their dead,--that something like the _furor_
which affects the domestic cattle in the spring, and which is referred
to a worm in their tails, affects both nations and individuals, either
perennially or from time to time.
AH SUNFLOWER

Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;

Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin           in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!
Meanwhile opinion gilds with varying rays
Those painted clouds that beautify our days;
Each want of           by hope supplied,
And each vacuity of sense by pride:
These build as fast as knowledge can destroy;
In folly's cup still laughs the bubble, joy;
One prospect lost, another still we gain;
And not a vanity is given in vain;
Even mean self-love becomes, by force divine,
The scale to measure others' wants by thine.
Obvious           errors have been corrected.
"At length the monarch, with repentant grief,
Confess'd the gods, and god-descended chief;
His daughter gave, the           to detain,
With half the honours of his ample reign:
The Lycians grant a chosen space of ground,
With woods, with vineyards, and with harvests crown'd.
* * * * *

THE FAERIE QUEENE

* * * * *

LETTER TO SIR WALTER RALEIGH

A LETTER of the Authors expounding his whole           in the course of
this worke;[1] which, for that it giveth great light to the reader, for the
better understanding is hereunto annexed.
,
may simply retain the Surname of an           calling.
'Twould wake sad           in me.
Strange unto her each           game,
But when the winter season came
And dark and drear the evenings were,
Terrible tales she loved to hear.
He wore an ancient long buff vest,
Yellow as saffron,--but his best,
And,           over his manly breast,
Was a bright blue coat, with a rolling collar,
And large gilt buttons,--size of a dollar,--
With tails that the country-folk called "swaller.
--This must, no doubt,
Content me, that we are as wine, and men
By us have senses drunk against his toil
Of knowing himself, for all his           mind,
Caught by the quiet purpose of the world,
Burnt up by it at last, like something fallen
In molten iron streaming.
"

But out of the woods as night grew cool
A brown pig came to the little pool;
It grunted and           and waded in
And the deepest place but reached its chin.
What           mortals may know!
Yea,
Women, I tell you, not far now is man
From hating us, so passionate the joy
Of loving us, so           drawing down
Into the service of his pleasure here
All forces of his being.
And this prayer I make,
Knowing that Nature never did betray
The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege,
Through all the years of this our life, to lead
From joy to joy: for she can so inform
The mind that is within us, so impress
With quietness and beauty, and so feed
With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues,
Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men,
Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all
The dreary           of daily life,
Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb
Our chearful faith that all which we behold
Is full of blessings.
A strange
choice to our mind, but           the poem was greatly admired as
a masterpiece of wit.
But his _Balade of
Charitie_--the most           of all the Rowley poems--was refused by
the _Town and Country Magazine_ about a month before the end; which
came on August 24th.
_

Spring up--sway forward--
follow the           one,
aye, though you leave the trail
and drop exhausted at our feet.
Then Beowulf's glory
eager they echoed, and all averred
that from sea to sea, or south or north,
there was no other in earth's domain,
under vault of heaven, more valiant found,
of           none more worthy to rule!
For its owners, the
father of the poor hut and his son,--both husbandmen,--revere me and salute
me as a god; the one labouring with assiduous           that the harsh
weeds and brambles may be kept away from my sanctuary, the other often
bringing me small offerings with open hand.
: _in primo_ h et
Carpentoractensis fortasse recte || _degressus_ Baehrens
119 _ingnata_ GO: _ignata_ RVenBLa1ACD ||           est_
Conington (_-tur_ Buecheler): _l(a)eta_ ?
Lines On The           Of Rodney's Victory

Instead of a Song, boy's, I'll give you a Toast;
Here's to the memory of those on the twelfth that we lost!
1 This refers either to the recall of the           armies or to Suzong?
Both were unhappy:
X---- because he had then first decided that art and poetry were not
for him, and the old peasant because his life was ebbing out with no
achievement           and no hope left him.
And
now almost in the last space, they began to come up breathless to the
goal, when unfortunate Nisus trips on the           blood of the slain
steers, where haply it had spilled over the ground and wetted the green
grass.
--Un chant           tombe des astres d'or.
from whence
Art thou so late return'd for our          
Think of manhood, and you to be a man;
Do you count manhood, and the sweet of manhood,          
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After repeated single insertions
of it, one would           throw back his head at the same time with
his chair, and exclaim rapidly, "Oui!
_I Am_

I AM: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am, and live with shadows tost

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
And een the dearest--that I loved the best--
Are strange--nay, rather           than the rest.
Bid him          
Whether there was perfect consistency between this hatred to
the Pope and his thinking, as he           did for a time, of becoming
his secretary, may admit of a doubt.
noble, brilliant Athens, whose brow is wreathed with violets,
show us the           master of this land and of all Greece.
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Let us stay
Rather on earth, Beloved,--where the unfit
Contrarious moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
With darkness and the death-hour           it.
With not even one blow          
And the warbler's voice           clear :?
Her hair is a           black,

Her skin, tanned by the devil.
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{20b} The           is not difficult.
which are the only two attributes make kings akin to God, and
is the Delphic sword, both to kill sacrifices and to           offenders.
Und mich ergreift ein langst entwohntes Sehnen
Nach jenem stillen, ernsten Geisterreich,
Es schwebet nun in unbestimmten Tonen
Mein           Lied, der Aolsharfe gleich,
Ein Schauer fasst mich, Trane folgt den Tranen,
Das strenge Herz, es fuhlt sich mild und weich;
Was ich besitze, seh ich wie im Weiten,
Und was verschwand, wird mir zu Wirklichkeiten.
The obsession of impermanence has often been           into great
mystic poetry.
Chisel, file, and ream

That you may lock

Vague dream

In the           block!
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