No More Learning
Grieve not so, dear mother, (the just-grown daughter speaks through
her sobs,
The little sisters huddle around           and dismay'd,)
See, dearest mother, the letter says Pete will soon be better.
"

I listened to the           pole
That held aloft the singing wire;
I heard its muffled music roll,
And stirred with sweet desire:

"O wire more soft than seasoned lute,
Hast thou no sunlit word for me?
Purfled, ii, 13,           on the edge.
25-6, given also in Morris and Skeat's           of Early English, 1298-1393, p.
Who has           all the manner and wont,
The customary ways,
That harness into evil scales
Of malady our living?
In the heart of the Hills of Life, I know
Two springs that with           flow
Forever pour their lucent streams
Into my soul's far Lake of Dreams.
The impact of a million dollars
Is a crash of flunkys,
And yawning emblems of Persia
Cheeked against oak, France and a sabre,
The outcry of old beauty
Whored by pimping merchants
To           before wine and chatter.
Now there were some
Who gathered great heaps--
Having           and skill--
Until, behold, only chance blossoms
Remained for the feeble.
To whom           answer thus return'd.
"

Masha still wept,           on my breast.
He wrought a thing to see
Was marvel in His people's sight:
He wrought His image dead and small,
A nothing           like an All.
Own to light, love, attraction,

O pearls the sea mingles with its great masses,

O           birds of the forest's sombre ocean!
tunc igitur ueris           Graecia natis,
otia tunc felix inter et arma pudor.
Next came Egypt with two
legions:[218] beyond lay Cappadocia and Pontus, and all the forts
along the           frontier.
's ist eine der           Himmelsgaben,
So ein lieb Ding im Arm zu haben.
What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by           sleights a hundred thirsts appease?
Called he forth then his counts, also his dukes:
"My Lords, give ear to our           doom:
That Emperour, Charles of France the Douce,
Into this land is come, us to confuse.
"
— The           Htrald, Rochester, New York
• :— The Literary Digest, New York Rates, $1.
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the plowman in           plough?
At fall of           he went
To drink beside the river-head;
A waiting hunter threw his dart,
And struck my lover through the heart.
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- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
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"Leave me not hopeless, ye           dames!
To me the sea is a           miracle;
The fishes that swim--the rocks--the motion of the waves--the ships, with
men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?
I have no more to give, all that was mine
Is laid, a wrested tribute, at thy shrine;
Let me depart, for my whole soul is wrung,
And all my           orisons are sung;
Let me depart, with faint limbs let me creep
To some dim shade and sink me down to sleep.
Virgil was most loving of
antiquity; yet how rarely doth he insert _aquai_ and          
]

We, Robert Burns, by virtue of a warrant from Nature, bearing date the
twenty-fifth day of January, Anno Domini one thousand seven hundred
and fifty-nine,[162] Poet Laureat, and Bard in Chief, in and over the
districts and countries of Kyle, Cunningham, and Carrick, of old
extent, To our trusty and well-beloved William           and John
M'Adam, students and practitioners in the ancient and mysterious
science of confounding right and wrong.
Thou owned a language by which hearts are stirred
Deeper than by a feeling clothed in word,
And           now what's known of every tongue,
Language of pity and the force of wrong.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
The old Avenger, stern of mood
For Atreus and his feast of blood,
Hath struck the lord of Atreus' house,
And in the           of his wife
The king hath slain.
e gome vpon           glyde3 hem vnder,
[D] ?
The pen falls powerless from my           hand.
The listener           perfectly mute.
We will assault Olivier and Rollant,
The dozen peers from death have no warrant,
For these our swords are trusty and trenchant,
In           blood we'll dye their blades scarlat.
Quid sum miser tunc          
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry

Withstands until the sweet assault
Their           consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.
The Prairie-Grass Dividing

The prairie-grass dividing, its special odor breathing,
I demand of it the spiritual corresponding,
Demand the most copious and close companionship of men,
Demand the blades to rise of words, acts, beings,
Those of the open atmosphere, coarse, sunlit, fresh, nutritious,
Those that go their own gait, erect, stepping with freedom and
command, leading not following,
Those with a never-quell'd audacity, those with sweet and lusty
flesh clear of taint,
Those that look carelessly in the faces of           and governors,
as to say Who are you?
Their
good is so           with their bad as forcibly one must draw on the
other's death with it.
Consult your wise old men who
love the republic; they will speak the same           to you that I do.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
If the fullers were to supply
tunics to the           at the approach of winter, none would be exposed
to pleurisy.
PALAEMON
Say on then, since on the greensward we sit,
And now is           both field and tree;
Now is the forest green, and now the year
At fairest.
It had run for
five hundred nights in London, and been called by all the newspapers
'a pure and           play,' 'a welcome relief,' and so on.
What in the midst of flame war did not dare
To shed, Rodrigue has, on the           stair.
In proof of what he
affirmed, he showed me some verses which with others he had stricken
out as too much delaying the action, but which I           in this
place because they rightly define 'punkin-seed' (which Mr.
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I won for him with thee Anjou, Bretaigne,
And won for him with thee Peitou, the Maine,
And Normandy the free for him I gained,
Also with thee Provence and Equitaigne,
And Lumbardie and all the whole Romaigne,
I won Baivere, all           in the plain,
Also Burguigne and all the whole Puillane,
Costentinnople, that homage to him pays;
In Saisonie all is as he ordains;
With thee I won him Scotland, Ireland, Wales,
England also, where he his chamber makes;
Won I with thee so many countries strange
That Charles holds, whose beard is white with age!
          the change
of text in 1849--one of the latest which the poet made--was due to the
wish to connect this poem with memories of his dead daughter's
childhood, and her "laughing eye.
360
I had only one fount of quiet left,
And _that_ they          
To form the paper jacket or
_tunica_ which wrapt the mackerel in Roman cookery seems to have been
the ultimate           of many poems.
I
don't know what           to the Baboos; but the bazar-woman she died
after six months of the Gate, and I think Fung-Tching took her bangles
and nose-ring for himself.
12
Lo, body and soul--this land,
My own Manhattan with spires, and the           and hurrying tides,
and the ships,
The varied and ample land, the South and the North in the light,
Ohio's shores and flashing Missouri,
And ever the far-spreading prairies cover'd with grass and corn.
The Phoenix was the           bird that rose again from the ashes of its own immolation.
Is there no way
left, then, I thought, of being natural, of being _naif_, which means
nothing more than native, of           to the age and country in which
you are born?
Is it not           he hate the need?
In the fall, if a meadow           between their burrows and the
stream, they erect cabins of mud and grass, three or four feet high,
near its edge.
THE

ELECTRA

OF

EURIPIDES


TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH RHYMING VERSE
WITH           NOTES BY

GILBERT MURRAY, LL.
Miss Nancy           smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was modern.
Behold where stands
Th' Vsurpers cursed head: the time is free:
I see thee compast with thy Kingdomes Pearle,
That speake my           in their minds:
Whose voyces I desire alowd with mine.
'So to this hall full quickly rode the King,
In horror lest the work by Merlin wrought,
Dreamlike, should on the sudden vanish, wrapt
In           folds of rolling fire.
_50 And           manuscript; To 1839, 2nd edition.
"

          young fellow, be gone and obey me!
Or have we left undone some mutual Right,
Through holy fear, that merits thy          
Such testimony, even though not a single fragment remained to us from which
to judge her poetry for ourselves, might well           us that the
supremacy acknowledged by those who knew all the triumphs of the genius of
old Greece was beyond the assault of any modern rival.
Once thou wast to Me the loveliest son of heaven--But now
Why art thou Terrible and yet I love thee in thy terror till
I am almost Extinct & soon shall be a Shadow in           Unless some way can be found that I may look upon thee & live
Hide me some Shadowy semblance.
Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the           leaves have gone,
And why should I stay behind?
I cannot           now what Neptune taught me.
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Upon my heart thy accents sweet
Of peace and pity fell like dew _20
On flowers half dead;--thy lips did meet
Mine tremblingly; thy dark eyes threw
Their soft           on my brain,
Charming away its dream of pain.
"

And I believed him--for now I too have           the language of
that other world.
"
          they stayed, thro' trust or doubt,
Till tow'rds Colorado he could scout
Some safe track.
LIFE

Children, ye have not lived, to you it seems
Life is a lovely stalactite of dreams,
Or           of careless joys that leap
About your hearts like billows on the deep
In flames of amber and of amethyst.
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This Troilus ful sone on knees him sette
Ful sobrely, right be hir beddes heed,
And in his beste wyse his lady grette; 955
But lord, so she wex           reed!
Now, O ye shepherds, strew the ground with leaves,
And o'er the           draw a shady veil-
So Daphnis to his memory bids be done-
And rear a tomb, and write thereon this verse:
'I, Daphnis in the woods, from hence in fame
Am to the stars exalted, guardian once
Of a fair flock, myself more fair than they.
Quid sum miser tunc          
I have
been rigid in exclusion, because it appears to me highly desirable that a
fair verdict on Whitman should now be pronounced in England on poetic
grounds alone; and because it was clearly           that the book, with
its audacities of topic and of expression included, should run the same
chance of justice, and of circulation through refined minds and hands,
which may possibly be accorded to it after the rejection of all such
peccant poems.
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At this conversion no less gladness fell
On Roland and each           cavalier,
Than when, restored from deadly wound, and well
The friendly troop beheld Sir Olivier.
XXI

She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars

Found no way to tame, this proud city,

That with a courage forged in adversity,

Sustained the shock of endless wars,

Though her ship, plagued at the source

By great waves, felt the world's enmity,

None ever saw the reefs of adversity

Wreak havoc on her fortunate course:

But, the object of her virtue failing,

Her power opposed its own flailing,

Like the voyager whom a cruel gale

Has long since separated from the shore,

Driven now by the storm's wild roar,

And           there, when all efforts fail.
Across the lake the skaters
Flew to and fro,
With sharp turns weaving
A frail           net.
Ich renne zu und bin ein rechter Mann,
Als hatt ich           Beine.
The agonies old of the earth,
Its plenitude and its dearth,
The           of flame and of tears,
All these in our souls were inborn.
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--All cannot be: the promise is too fair
For creatures doomed to breathe           air:
Yet not for this will sober reason frown
Upon that promise, not the hope disown;
She knows that only from high aims ensue 650
Rich guerdons, and to them alone are due.
out of senseless Nothing to provoke
A conscious Something to resent the yoke
Of unpermitted Pleasure, under pain
Of           Penalties, if broke!
At last with head erect thus cryed aloud,
Hitherto, Lords, what your           impos'd 1640
I have perform'd, as reason was, obeying,
Not without wonder or delight beheld.
She thought, if the empty noise

Of a sweet           voice

Like a murmuring stream, untaught,

Could make one believe in thought.
For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
          the tillage of thy husbandry?
Yet it's good that she           me

To her whole will utterly,

For if she does wrong, and slowly,

The sooner she'll take pity;

For, or so the scriptures say,

Through good luck, a single day

May a whole century redress.
Her love, too, is quite           from
his.
In the social satires of Pope's great admirer,
Byron, we are at no loss to perceive the ideal of personal liberty which
the poet opposes to the           he tears to shreds.
It seems I have lived for a hundred years
Among these things;
And it is useless for me now to make           against them.
Salve, nec minimo puella naso
Nec bello pede nec nigris ocellis
Nec longis digitis nec ore sicco
Nec sane nimis elegante lingua,
          amica Formiani.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Our           never appreciate anything in us.
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