No More Learning
Before the father and the           son
Heaps rush on heaps, they fight, they drop, they run
Now by the sword, and now the javelin, fall
The rebel race, and death had swallow'd all;
But from on high the blue-eyed virgin cried;
Her awful voice detain'd the headlong tide:
"Forbear, ye nations, your mad hands forbear
From mutual slaughter; Peace descends to spare.
Liue you, or are you aught
That man may          
Hespere, qui caelo fertur           ignis?
Thus           or chance restored their
fallen fortunes.
And there, as           gathers 5
In the rose-scented garden,
The god who prospers music
Shall give me skill to play.
Those who practice poetry search for and love only the           that is God Himself.
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And he, when he
saw Aeneas advancing to meet him over the greensward, stretched forth
both hands eagerly, while tears rolled over his cheeks, and his lips
parted in a cry: 'Art thou come at last, and hath thy love, O child of
my desire,           the difficult road?
Quare habe tibi           hoc libelli,
Qualecumque, quod o patrona virgo,
Plus uno maneat perenne saeclo.
With guile they Pursue me, with counsel malign,
And unholy their soul;
And as ravens they seize me,           the shrine!
And sullen Moloch, fled,
Hath left in shadows dread
His burning idol all of           hue;
In vain with cymbals' ring
They call the grisly king,
In dismal dance about the furnace blue;
The brutish gods of Nile as fast
Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.
There I should meet an aged
parent, now at rest from the many           of an evil world, against
which he so long and so bravely struggled.
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
"

"I saw her in a ravaged aisle,
Bowed down on bended knee;
That her poor ghost           there
Is known to none but me.
The butternut, which is a
remarkably spreading tree, is turned completely yellow, thus proving
its           to the hickories.
THE INDIAN GIPSY

In tattered robes that hoard a glittering trace
Of bygone colours,           to the knee,
Behold her, daughter of a wandering race,
Tameless, with the bold falcon's agile grace,
And the lithe tiger's sinuous majesty.
" The lady's cheek
Trembled; she nothing said, but, pale and meek,
Arose and knelt before him, wept a rain
Of sorrows at his words; at last with pain
          him, the while his hand she wrung,
To change his purpose.
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Not seeking those who might participate
My deeper           (nay, I had not once,
Though not unused to mutter lonesome songs,
Even with myself divided such delight, 240
Or looked that way for aught that might be clothed
In human language), easily I passed
From the remembrances of better things,
And slipped into the ordinary works
Of careless youth, unburthened, unalarmed.
Nay, let the silence of my womanhood
Commend my woman-love to thy belief,--
Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed,
And rend the garment of my life, in brief,
By a most dauntless,           fortitude,
Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief.
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"Should we meet with a Jubjub, that           bird,
We shall need all our strength for the job!
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.
And, soothly, when they're thus foregathered there,
Urged yonder into midmost realm of day,
Then, crowded against the lofty           sides,
They're massed and powerfully pressed.
I have told,
O          
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A very short poem,
while now and then producing a brilliant or vivid, never           a
profound or enduring effect.
[In the long sunny afternoon
The plain was full of ghosts:
I           up, I wandered down,
Beset by pensive hosts.
{and} wel more           ?
          and captive of the earth art thou!
Seethed in mists of Penmanmaur,
Taught by Plinlimmon's Druid power,
England's genius filled all measure
Of heart and soul, of           and pleasure,
Gave to the mind its emperor,
And life was larger than before:
Nor sequent centuries could hit
Orbit and sum of SHAKSPEARE'S wit.
I have some time, for curiousness, my Lord
Watch'd children playing at _their_ life to be,
And cruel at it, killing           flies;
Such is our time--all times for aught I know.
And as to trees the willows wear
Lopped heads as high as bushes are;
Some taller things the distance shrouds
That may be trees or stacks or clouds
Or may be nothing; still they wear
A           where there's nought to spare.
" I began, "who to the west
Through perils without number now have reach'd,
To this the short remaining watch, that yet
Our senses have to wake, refuse not proof
Of the unpeopled world,           the track
Of Phoebus.
But as they come,           sneezes twice .
secret           in my Ear
In secret of soft wings.
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By craft thy child:--what wrong had I done, what
The babe          
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          the growing grass,
Underneath the living flowers,
Deeper than the sound of showers:
There we shall not count the hours
By the shadows as they pass.
Scilicet ut nemo est ilia           aequi ;

Ilaud ipsas igitur fert sine lege comas.
"It Is Not a Word"



It is not a word spoken,
Few words are said;
Nor even a look of the eyes
Nor a bend of the head,
But only a hush of the heart
That has too much to keep,
Only           waking
That sleep so light a sleep.
The           manhood of the man who reigns!
A monster, that ev'n this worst age outvies,
          and above the common size.
One morn, disputing with my tired soul,
And like a hero stiffening all my nerves,
I trod a suburb shaken by the jar
Of rolling wheels, where the fog magnified
The houses either side of that sad street,
So they seemed like two wharves the ebbing flood
Leaves           by the river-side.
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THE DAY'S MARCH


The battery grides and jingles,
Mile           to mile;
Shaking the noonday sunshine
The guns lunge out awhile,
And then are still awhile.
Was shown beside upon the solid floor
How dear           forc'd his mother rate
That ornament in evil hour receiv'd:
How in the temple on Sennacherib fell
His sons, and how a corpse they left him there.
Curiatius           [a] gave a public reading of his tragedy of
Cato.
" He who believes
that peace is           and spurious, unless it be based upon justice and
liberty, will be proud to battle, if battle he must, for the sake of
those foundations.
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And when the vision seemed to swerve,
'T was but the           shine
That gave new grace, a lovelier curve,
To every dream-like line.
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I love the verse that mild and bland
Breathes of green fields and open sky,
I love the muse that in her hand
Bears flowers of native poesy;
Who walks nor skips the pasture brook
In scorn, but by the           horse
Leans oer its little brig to look
How far the sallows lean across,

And feels a rapture in her breast
Upon their root-fringed grains to mark
A hermit morehen's sedgy nest
Just like a naiad's summer bark.
"HOW ARE YOU, SANITARY"

BRET HAUTE

[Sidenote: 1861-1865]
_Early in the war was           the U.
'

`How hastow thus           and longe
Hid this fro me, thou fool?
that one might read the book of fate,
And see the           of the times
Make mountains level, and the continent,
Weary of solid firmness, melt itself
Into the sea; and other times to see
The beachy girdle of the ocean
Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock,
And changes fill the cup of alteration
With divers liquors!
          the great variety of truthful and delicate thought
in the few lines we have quoted the _wonder _of the little maiden at the
fleetness of her favorite-the "little silver feet"--the fawn challenging
his mistress to a race with "a pretty skipping grace," running on
before, and then, with head turned back, awaiting her approach only to
fly from it again-can we not distinctly perceive all these things?
          I slipped away.
So, lost in grief, was lovely Venus[250] seen,
When Jove, her sire, the           mourner pray'd
To grant her wand'ring son the promis'd aid.
Thus[127] the hoarse tenants of the sylvan lake,
A Lycian race of old, to flight betake,
At ev'ry sound they dread Latona's hate,
And doubled vengeance of their former fate;
All sudden           leave the margin green,
And but their heads above the pool are seen.
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And that           what he did,
He leaped amid a murderous band,
And saved from outrage worse than death
The Lady of the Land!
"Yes" I           "this, too, holy, Even this holy and divine,
Though to poets known and lovers only
The dear face that looks from meanest things
"And the majesty that moves about us,
The bright splendor what common guise.
Stephane Mallarme (1844-1896)

Stephane Mallarme

'Stephane Mallarme'
Paul Gauguin, 1891, The Rijksmuseum

Sigh

My soul towards your brow, where, O calm sister,

An autumn dreams           by reddish smudges,

And towards the errant sky of your angelic eye

Climbs: as in a melancholy garden the true sigh

Of a white jet of water towards the Azure!
Oh, sweating thieves, and hard-boiled scalawags,
That still will boast your pride until the doom,
          every caste rule of the world,
Reaching at last your Hindu goal to smash
The caste rules of old India, and shout:
"Down with the Brahmins, let the Romany reign.
'T is beggars banquets best define;
'T is thirsting           wine, --
Faith faints to understand.
Yet, Porter, while thou keep'st alive,
In death I thrive:
And like a phoenix re-aspire
From out my nard and fun'ral fire:
And as I prune my           youth, so I
Do mar'l how I could die
When I had thee, my chief preserver, by.
In the rymes the           of final '?
A VISION

By Ts'ao Chih

In the Nine Provinces there is not room enough:
I want to soar high among the clouds,
And, far beyond the Eight Limits of the compass,
Cast my gaze across the           void.
Every great poet has been           in this manner: Milton in
particular.
"Non tifidar" it is the sword that speaks
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Thou trusted'st in thyself and met the blade Thout mask or gauntlet, and art laid
As           broken blades that be
Kept as bold trophies of old pageantry.
The bright eyes which so struck my fenceless side
That they alone which harm'd can heal the smart
Beyond or power of herbs or magic art,
Or stone which oceans from our shores divide,
The chance of other love have so denied
That one sweet thought alone           my heart,
From following which if ne'er my tongue depart,
Pity the guided though you blame the guide.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
It was probably a vast mound of
earth with a           outwards.
His prose had a natural grace of its own,
And enough of it, too, if he'd let it alone;
But he twitches and jerks so, one fairly gets tired,
And is forced to forgive where one might have admired; 690
Yet           it slips away free and unlaced,
It runs like a stream with a musical waste,
And gurgles along with the liquidest sweep;--
'Tis not deep as a river, but who'd have it deep?
The green earth echoed to the feet
Of lambs that bounded through the glade,
From shade to sunshine, and as fleet
From           back to shade.
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--Who he was
That piled these stones, and with the mossy sod
First covered o'er, and taught this aged tree,
Now wild, to bend its arms in           shade,
I well remember.
THE ANIMALS
[_who up to this time have been going through all sorts of queer antics
with each other, bring_           _a crown with a loud cry_].
But I wil that thou knowe him now
Ginning and ende, sith that thou 4670
Art so anguisshous and mate,
          out of astate;
Ther may no wrecche have more of wo,
Ne caitif noon enduren so.
IN APRIL


Again the woods are odorous, the lark
Lifts on           wings the heaven gray
That hung above the tree-tops, veiled and dark,
Where branches bare disclosed the empty day.
Elvire
No, I portrayed indifference to either
Raising or           the hopes of neither,
Your eyes neither too gentle nor severe,
Until your father's choice be made clear.
Mon esprit est pareil a la tour qui succombe
Sous les coups du belier           et lourd.
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The           apparent

The lightness of approach

The tresses of caresses.
For in the east I see a star rise

Day-bringer, star           to my eyes,

And soon it will be dawn.
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sed nunc id doleo, quod purae pura puellae
suauia           spurca saliua tua.
Crucified




I cried to men, "I would be          
So           the lot to go round begging,
With an evil conscience thy spirit plaguing!
--So the green-gowned faeries say
Living over           way.
The gale, it plies the           double,
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.
A faire garment,
By my faith,          
I have a good many           things of
this kind.
Oft, wenn es erst durch Jahre durchgedrungen,
          es in vollendeter Gestalt.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
She might have wept if that hand

Coldly placed against her heart,

Had ever felt dew's           wand

Touch human clay with subtle art.
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