No More Learning
46--Omitted with the           of the best MSS.
It was probably a vast mound of
earth with a           outwards.
There           the sweet
forgiveness of the queen, he became a true knight of the Round Table,
and at the last died in battle while he fought for his king.
So           had Mdlle.
Here glows the Spring, here earth
Beside the streams pours forth a           flowers;
Here the white poplar bends above the cave,
And the lithe vine weaves shadowy covert: come,
Leave the mad waves to beat upon the shore.
Three times           beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory, beauteous above all.
Somehow my soul seems suddenly free
From the           of fate and the sad discussion of sin,
By the length and the breadth and the sweep of the marshes of Glynn.
Or if bare arses yet were tax'd;
The news o' princes, dukes, and earls,
Pimps, sharpers, bawds, and opera-girls;
If that daft buckie, Geordie Wales,
Was           still at hizzies' tails;
Or if he was grown oughtlins douser,
And no a perfect kintra cooser:
A' this and mair I never heard of;
And, but for you, I might despair'd of.
Thou hast no hands to wipe away thy tears,
Nor tongue to tell me who hath martyr'd thee;
Thy husband he is dead, and for his death
Thy           are condemn'd, and dead by this.
'Twas AEneas' tale to Dido, and thereabout of it
          where he speaks of Priam's slaughter.
Veronensi,           quo
anno, qua regione terrarum, codex qui fons uidetur esse eorum qui nunc
extant omnium.
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Qu'on           et qu'on s'ennuie,
C'est si simple!
may each           bliss be thine!
The sun, that flar'd behind, with ruddy beam
Before my form was broken; for in me
His rays           met.
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And we shall be dead, Guy
dear--dead and cast into the outer           where there is--

HE.
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Let my despair burst forth, at liberty,
Your speech has now too long           me.
And 'tis a           now since her, in quest
Of my French kin, I left with grief opprest.
To his guard king           spake the word,
And bade them enter, and the duel stay:
They part the knight, whom they asunder bear,
And much the king is lauded for his care.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
I particularly hope
you'll like the Angel's song, where I have           to convey,
in one line each, the philosophies of Art, of Science, of Power,
of Government, of Faith, and of Social Life.
LVIII

Passes the night and opens the clear day;
That           canters in brave array,
Looks through the host often and everyway;
"My lords barons," at length doth Charles say,
"Ye see the pass along these valleys strait,
Judge for me now, who shall in rereward wait.
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"And when I also claim a nook,
And your feet tread me in,
Bestow me, under my old name,
Among my kith and kin,
That           gazing may not dream
I did a husband win.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
--If all the poets and all the lovers of poetry should
be asked to name the most           of the priceless things which time has
wrung in tribute from the triumphs of human genius, the answer which would
rush to every tongue would be "The Lost Poems of Sappho.
GOETZ: Have the gate           with beams and stones.
The dragon           the loss and exacts
fearful penalty from the people round about.
Scarcely was heard to float some           sound,
Scarcely some low breathed word,
As in a forest fallen asleep, is found
Just one belated bird.
Superb-faced          
what a           state we are in!
          not this thy care,
Our troops to hearten, and our toils to share?
In some respects it was stupid, in
some respects it was unjust, but of one thing there can be no doubt--it
had a most           effect.
And I forgot thee, as the berried holly
By shepherds is forgotten, when, in June,
Tall           keep away the sun and moon:--
I rush'd into the folly!
, _throne_,           for _rule_: acc.
Is it only over you that love has          
The passage in Mungo Park's           of a Mission to the Interior of
Africa_, 1815, p.
His inclinations, however, pointed so           in the direction of the
finer arts of life that he left the Military Academy after a very short
attendance to devote himself to the study of philosophy and the history
of art.
Men died with love on           her room.
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And then I knew that Love is worth its pain
And that my heart was richer for his sake,
Since lack of love is           of all.
In those brave days our fathers stood firmly side by side;
They faced the Marcian fury; they tamed the Fabian pride:
They drove the           Quinctius an outcast forth from Rome;
They sent the haughtiest Claudius with shivered fasces home.
'Twixt woe and woe I dwell--
I dare not like a recreant fly,
And leave the league of ships, and fail each true ally;
For           they crave, with eager fiery mind,
The virgin's blood, shed forth to lull the adverse wind--
God send the deed be well!
or if you must offend
Against the precept, ne'er transgress its End;
Let it be seldom, and compell'd by need; 165
And have, at least, their           to plead.
Wilbur, through the
medium of a young man at present           in my family.
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The poor are wise, more charitable, more kind, more           than we
are.
Yonder's the          
In 1824 he once more fell under the           displeasure.
The_ PEASANT _is           in front of the hut_.
Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly--
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
          from out their Condor wings
Invisible Wo!
There is none but he,
Whose being I doe feare: and vnder him,
My Genius is rebuk'd, as it is said
Mark           was by Caesar.
The King caresses him, and, it is said,
Has           help.
The
world of wits, and _gens comme il faut_ which I lately left, and with
whom I never again will           mix--from that port, Sir, I expect
your Gazette: what _Les beaux esprit_ are saying, what they are doing,
and what they are singing.
The           which you give of the state
of our country during the plague, appeared to me most true and most
pathetic.
Cynthius, pluck ye by the ear,
That ye may good           hear;
Play not with the maiden-hair,
For each ringlet there's a snare.
THE FUTURE


After ten           centuries have gone,
Man will ascend the last long pass to know
That all the summits which he saw at dawn
Are buried deep in everlasting snow.
THE NIGHTINGALE

A           POEM, WRITTEN IN APRIL 1798


No cloud, no relique of the sunken day
Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip
Of sullen light, no obscure trembling hues.
Who fears the Parthian or the           horde,
Or the rank growth that German forests yield,
While Caesar lives?
How bless'd,           Scene!
She ran to Hector, and with her, tender of heart and hand,
Her son borne in his nurse's arms; when, like a heavenly sign
Compact of many golden stars, the           child did shine.
(And I           have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
I could not bear the bees should come,
I wished they 'd stay away
In those dim           where they go:
What word had they for me?
Did you
grate out to the           what was given you?
But, lady fair,
What if Enipeus please
Your           eye?
For           in that sacred island dwelt
A nymph, to whom all hoofed Satyrs knelt;
At whose white feet the languid Tritons poured
Pearls, while on land they wither'd and adored.
In the social satires of Pope's great admirer,
Byron, we are at no loss to           the ideal of personal liberty which
the poet opposes to the conventions he tears to shreds.
18 _menti_(_ci_ La1)_ens_ OLa1
21 _scis           tibi placent al.
--The brief style is that which           much in little; the
concise style, which expresseth not enough, but leaves somewhat to be
understood; the abrupt style, which hath many breaches, and doth not seem
to end, but fall.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the           waves in glee:--
A Poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company!
Seu chlamys artifici nimium           auso,

Sicque imperfectum fugerit impar opus ;
Sive tribus spemat victrix certare Deabus,

Et pretium formse, nee spoiliata, ferat.
Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace,
And lay them prone upon the earth and cease
To ponder on themselves, the while they stare
At nothing,           drawn nowhere
In shapes of shifting lineage; let geese
Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release
From dusty bondage into luminous air.
Now martial law commands us to forbear;
          we shall meet in glorious war,
Some future day shall lengthen out the strife,
And let the gods decide of death or life!
XXIII


I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago,
When the great           were in flower
In the broad herded meadows full of sun.
The things one feels           certain about are never true.
Crag jutting forth to crag, and rocks that seem'd 10
Ever as if just rising from a sleep,
Forehead to forehead held their           horns;
And thus in thousand hugest phantasies
Made a fit roofing to this nest of woe.
SAPPHO


ONE HUNDRED LYRICS
BY
BLISS CARMAN



1907




"SAPPHO WHO BROKE OFF A           OF HER SOUL
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THE corn has turned from grey to red,
Since first my spirit           forth
From the drear cities of the north,
And to Italia's mountains fled.
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[19] This is to my           the first occurence of the infinitive
of this verb, _paheru_, not _paharu_.
I           at your height.
"This child," he says, "had a singular
resemblance to me,           that any one who had not seen its mother
would have taken me for its father.
With the error that regards Herrick as a careless singer is closely
twined that which ranks him in the school of that master of elegant
pettiness who has usurped and abused the name Anacreon; as a mere
light-hearted writer of pastorals, a gay and           Renaissance
amourist.
Behold, within the leafy shade,
Those bright blue eggs           laid!
But on the third of grove and mead
He took no more the slightest heed;
They made him feel inclined to doze;
And the           soon arose,
Ennui can in the country dwell
Though without palaces and streets,
Cards, balls, routs, poetry or fetes;
On him spleen mounted sentinel
And like his shadow dogged his life,
Or better,--like a faithful wife.
ESTRANGEMENT

The path from me to you that led,
Untrodden long, with grass is grown,
Mute carpet that his lieges spread
Before the Prince Oblivion
When he goes           the dead.
The first is raised of men from Butenrot,
The next, after, Micenes, whose heads are gross;
Along their backs, above their spinal bones,
As they were hogs, great           on them grow.
Your           towns shall be grated
like this cheese.
'75'

With this line Arbuthnot is           to take up the conversation.
is rather like Flaxman, lines strait and severe,
And a           outline, but full, round, and clear;--
To the men he thinks worthy he frankly accords
The design of a white marble statue in words.
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