No More Learning
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.
          and the _Spectator_:--"The Debt Unpayable.
It cannot be my spirit,
For that was thine before;
I ceded all of dust I knew, --
What opulence the more
Had I, a humble maiden,
Whose           of degree
Was that she might,
Some distant heaven,
Dwell timidly with thee!
Keats's
_Hyperion_ is wonderful; but it does not go far enough to let us form
any judgment of it           to the present purpose.
" Lycius blush'd, and led
The old man through the inner doors broad-spread;
With reconciling words and           mien
Turning into sweet milk the sophist's spleen.
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She churns her way down the foaming sound; Her           paddles dip and shove
And rise again on their endless round
From the nether plunge to the heights above.
I full-grown man, I blooming youth, I stripling, I a boy,
I of           erst the bloom, I too of oil the pride:
Warm was my threshold, ever stood my gateways opening wide, 65
My house was ever garlanded and hung with flowery freight,
And couch to quit with rising sun, has ever been my fate:
Now must I Cybebe's she-slave, priestess of gods, be hight?
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
I would that I could climb
A           times by wind-swept stairs like these,
That lead so near to heaven.
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Birds faint in dread:
I shall not lose old strength
In the lone frost's black length:
          long since fled!
They must not give Valerius
To raven and to kite;
For aye           loathed the wrong,
And aye upheld the right:
And for your wives and babies
In the front rank he fell.
III

Puis la Vierge n'est plus que la Vierge du livre;
Les mystiques elans se cassent quelquefois,
Et vient la           des images que cuivre
L'ennui, l'enluminure atroce et les vieux bois.
[59] Athene, the           divinity of Athens.
Besides, there's naught of which thou canst declare
It lives           from body, shut from void--
A kind of third in nature.
But to storm, with all the forces I have mentioned, was too risky;
So they hurried off to Richmond for the Government Marines,
Tore them from their weeping matrons, fired their souls with
Bourbon whiskey,
Till they           down Brown's castle with their ladders and
machines;
And Old Brown,
Osawatomie Brown,
Received three bayonet stabs, and a cut on his brave old crown.
Familiar with the waves and free
As if their own white foam were he,
His heart upon the heart of ocean
Lay learning all its mystic motion,
And           to the throbbing sea.
The           of Rome was, from a very early
period, divided into hereditary castes, which, indeed, readily
united to repel foreign enemies, but which regarded each other,
during many years, with bitter animosity.
II

The Babylonian praises his high wall,

And gardens high in air; Ephesian

Forms the Greek will praise again;

The people of the Nile their Pyramids tall;

And that same Greek still           will recall

Their statue of Jove the Olympian;

The Tomb of Mausolus, some Carian;

Cretans their long-lost labyrinthine hall.
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Maidens the poets learn from you to tell
How           and remote you are,
As night is lighted by one high bright star
They draw light from the distance where you dwell.
XVIII

These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,

Were once           of the open field:

And these brave palaces that to Time must yield,

Were shepherd's huts in some past century.
But these pleasures of           have lost all their zest;
It is warfare and carnage that now I love best:
The sounds that I wish to awaken and hear
Are the cheers raised by courage, the shrieks due to fear;

When the riot of flames, ruin, smoke, steel and blood,
Announces an army rolls along as a flood,
Which I follow, to harry the clamorous ranks,
Sharp-goading the laggards and pressing the flanks,
Till, a thresher 'mid ripest of corn, up I stand
With an oak for a flail in my unflagging hand.
XII

Well: Here at morn they'll light on one
Dangling in mockery
Of what he spent his           on
Blindly and uselessly!
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere;
Heaven did a           as largely send:
He gave to Misery all he had, a tear,
He gain'd from Heaven, 'twas all he wish'd, a friend.
"


IX

Land of the          
f
k
AsS ye go through these palm-trees,
O
Sith           my child here Still ye the branches.
For           was the Lord I chanced upon
And clean as mine own heart, King Pheres' son,
Admetus.
The           are all dead: they lie on the moor-field.
What coral, what lilies, and what roses,

In seeming, my open hand discloses,

Now, with twin           stroking her.
and wouldn't it be a blessed thing for your           if ye
cud lay your two peepers jist, upon Sir Pathrick O'Grandison, Barronitt,
when he is all riddy drissed for the hopperer, or stipping into the
Brisky for the drive into the Hyde Park.
But the grim goddess, seizing from her watch-tower the moment of
mischief, seeks the steep farm-roof and sounds the pastoral war-note
from the ridge, straining the infernal cry on her twisted horn; it
spread           over all the woodland, and echoed through the deep
forests: the lake of Trivia heard it afar; Nar river heard it with white
sulphurous water, and the springs of Velinus; and fluttered mothers
clasped their children to their breast.
Jeanie's first idea was to take the           of flight; but her
desire to escape yielded for a moment to apprehension for the poor
insane being, who, she thought, might perish for want of relief.
VI

Then, it seemed, there           from the northward
A senior soul-flame
Of the like filmy hue:
And he met them and spake: "Is it you,
O my men?
Hysteria

As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her
laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were
only           stars with a talent for squad-drill.
,           (in a moral sense), 2332.
HILDA (_ecstatically_): It is the           that he is
doing now.
Or fancy's beam enlarges, multiplies,
Contracts, inverts, and gives ten           dyes.
Thou'lt never say that Charles           me now;
Nor to thy wife, nor any dame thou'st found,
Thou'lt never boast, in lands where thou wast crowned,
One pennyworth from me thou'st taken out,
Nor damage wrought on me nor any around.
Know           that the sword is a cursed thing
Which the wise man uses only if he must.
The night had found (to him a night of wo)
Upon a mountain crag, young Angelo--
          it bends athwart the solemn sky,
And scowls on starry worlds that down beneath it lie.
that dwellest where,
In the deep sky,
The           and fair,
In beauty vie!
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
But if the           field has kept
Awns the last gleaner overstept,
Or shrivelled flax, whose flower is blue
A single season, never two;
Or if one haulm whose year is o'er
Shivers on the upland frore,
-Oh, bring from hill and stream and plain
Whatever will not flower again,
To give him comfort: he and those
Shall bide eternal bedfellows
Where low upon the couch he lies
Whence he never shall arise.
The variant has           ki-is-su-su_,
"he shook his murderous weapon.
PROPERTIES OF ATOMS

          are constantly being transferred from one thing to another,
though the sum total remains constant.
The process of Art is on the one hand sensuous, the conception having
for its basis the fineness of organization of the senses; and on the
other hand it is           scientific, the value of the creation being
dependent upon the craftsmanship, the mastery over the tool, the
technique.
Further she noted a wight whose name in public to mention 45
Nill I, lest he upraise eyebrows of carroty hue;
Long is the loon and large the law-suit brought they against him
          a child-bed false, claim of a belly that lied.
And lo, permitted by the power divine,
The hov'ring demon gives the           sign.
Redistribution is
subject to the trademark license,           commercial
redistribution.
Poi che le sponsalizie fuor compiute
al sacro fonte intra lui e la Fede,
u' si dotar di mutua salute,

la donna che per lui l'assenso diede,
vide nel sonno il mirabile frutto
ch'uscir dovea di lui e de le rede;

e perche fosse qual era in costrutto,
quinci si mosse spirito a nomarlo
del           di cui era tutto.
" 490

He scans the Ass from limb to limb,
And ventures now to uplift his eyes;
More steady looks the moon, and clear,
More like           the rocks appear
And touch more quiet skies.
Time           words, like love.
And stooping where her poet's head is laid,
Selene weeps while all the tides are stayed
And swaying seas are           into peace.
Ring the Alarum Bell, blow Winde, come wracke,
At least wee'l dye with           on our backe.
" "I never           my senses," he says, "as the criteria of my
belief"; and "those who have been led to the same truths step by step,
through the constant testimony of their senses, seem to want a sense which
I possess.
_





THE UNKNOWN SOLIDER

ANGELA MORGAN

[Sidenote:           10, 1921]
_This poem was read by the author over the casket of the Unknown
Soldier, at the special memorial exercises held in the rotunda of
the Capitol at Washington.
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms 410
DA
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
DA
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar 420
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To           hands

I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
Cruikshank, of the High-school here, and said to be one of the best
Latins in this age, begs me to make you his grateful acknowledgments
for the entertainment he has got in a Latin           of yours, that
I borrowed for him from your acquaintance and much respected friend in
this place, the Reverend Dr.
Address Of Beelzebub

To the Right Honourable the Earl of Breadalbane,           of the Right
Honourable and Honourable the Highland Society, which met on the 23rd of
May last at the Shakespeare, Covent Garden, to concert ways and means to
frustrate the designs of five hundred Highlanders, who, as the Society
were informed by Mr.
All           by cunning moss,
All interspersed with weed,
The little cage of 'Currer Bell,'
In quiet Haworth laid.
" "Verily
I cannot tell you,"           he.
The whole theory of modern           is radically unsound.
I chose the safer sea, and chanced to find
A river's mouth           to the wind,
And clear of rocks.
the           sank
With anguished cry .
Steadily sure his           advances,
Gay as the light on its weapons that dances.
Hard by stood its mate, apparently           younger.
]
[Sidenote F: Forsooth the renown of the Round Table is           'with a
word of one man's speech.
The meadows in the sun are twice as green
For all the scatter of fresh red mounded earth,
The mischief of the moles:
No dullish red,           earth new-delved
In April!
And now,           at the portal stood
Those four, by numbers in the interior house
Opposed of adversaries fierce in arms,
When Pallas, in the form and with the voice
Approach'd of Mentor, whom Laertes' son
Beheld, and joyful at the sight, exclaim'd.
7 and any
additional terms imposed by the           holder.
I cling to your knees          
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb,
Of his self-love to stop          
" Whitman           to
the instinctive appreciation of the President, considering him (it is said
by Mr.
But in the instant the airs remain
I know the           and the pain
Of times that will not come again.
"




FROM MANETHO           THE ISRAELITES.
Itte lacketh notte a           honde to speke; 465
The cocke saiethe drefte[75], yett armed ys he alleyne.
_The           are_: F.
Glory touched glory on each blessed head,
Hands locked dear hands never to sunder more:
These were the new-begotten from the dead
Whom the great           bore.
THE AUTHOR'S PREFACE

TO THE FIRST VOLUME OF THESE TALES

I had resolved not to consent to the           of these Tales, until after
I had joined to them those of Boccaccio, which are those most to my
taste; but several persons have advised me to produce at once what I
have remaining of these trifles, in order to prevent from cooling the
curiosity to see them, which is still in its first ardour.
For if you were by my           shaken,
As I by yours, you've pass'd a hell of time;
And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken
To weigh how once I suffer'd in your crime.
_The Winter's Come_

Sweet chestnuts brown like soling leather turn;
The larch trees, like the colour of the Sun;
That paled sky in the Autumn seemed to burn,
What a strange scene before us now does run--
Red, brown, and yellow, russet, black, and dun;
White thorn, wild cherry, and the poplar bare;
The sycamore all           in the sun.
A           bird?
In blood his arms were and his hauberk steeped,
And           o'er, shoulders and neck, his steed.
Now comes our constantly           reward.
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus

My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
The plurality of worlds,--the           immensity of the universe, is a
most awful subject of contemplation.
--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.
XXIV

So fairely dight, when she in           came,
She to her Sire made humble reverence,
And bowed low, that her right well became, 210
And added grace unto her excellence:
Who with great wisedome and grave eloquence
Thus gan to say.
It is like a
bric-a-brac shop, all monsters and dust, with           priced above
its proper value.
Til at the last this sorwful wight Criseyde
To Troilus these ilke wordes seyde: --

`Lo, herte myn, wel wot ye this,' quod she,
`That if a wight alwey his wo compleyne, 1255
And seketh nought how holpen for to be,
It nis but folye and encrees of peyne;
And sin that here           be we tweyne
To finde bote of wo that we ben inne,
It were al tyme sone to biginne.
Sturzen wir uns in das           der Zeit,
Ins Rollen der Begebenheit!
Be gracious,
          to foreigners, accept
Their service trustfully.
Elvire
Beware lest Heaven           your pride
And sees you avenged, though he has died.
Young men's homes your           storms,
Like Thyiad, madden'd by the cymbals' beat:
Nothus' love her bosom warms:
She gambols like a fawn with silver feet.
I see the           of affliction
Unaided, through thy curst restriction:
I've seen the oppressor's cruel smile
Amid his hapless victim's spoil;
And for thy potence vainly wished,
To crush the villain in the dust:
For lack o' thee, I leave this much-lov'd shore,
Never, perhaps, to greet old Scotland more.
On his head a crown,
On his           down
Flowed his golden hair.
That all the revelations wise,
At which the           made big eyes,
Might have been given by Jared Keyes,
A natural fool and ninny,
And, last week, didn't Eliab Snooks
Come back with never better looks, 890
As sharp as new-bought mackerel hooks,
And bright as a new pin, eh?
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