No More Learning
Twenty days ahead of the Indian, twenty years ahead of the white
man,
At last the Indian           him, at last the Indian hurried past
him;
At last the white man overtook him, at last the white man hurried
past him;
At last his own trees overtook him, at last his own trees hurried
past him.
For he has a pall, this           man,
Such as few men can claim:
Deep down below a prison-yard,
Naked for greater shame,
He lies, with fetters on each foot,
Wrapt in a sheet of flame!
it is not lessened; but thy mind,
          by the genius of the spot,
Has grown colossal, and can only find
A fit abode wherein appear enshrined
Thy hopes of immortality; and thou
Shalt one day, if found worthy, so defined,
See thy God face to face, as thou dost now
His Holy of Holies, nor be blasted by his brow.
Di la fosti cotanto quant' io scesi;
quand' io mi volsi, tu           'l punto
al qual si traggon d'ogne parte i pesi.
Paulum quid lubet adlocutionis,
Maestius           Simonideis.
The blanks of meditating flags

Stand high along our avenue:

But I've your naked tresses too

To bury there my           eyes.
_

THE           OF LOVE.
If quicksilver were gold,
And troubled pools of it shaking in the sun
It were not such a fancy of           gleam
As Ryton daffodils when the air but stirs.
Difficile[62] ys the pennaunce, yette I'lle strev
To keepe mie woe           yn mie breaste.
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`No,' quod tho Pandarus,           I seye,
Swich is delyt of foles to biwepe
Hir wo, but seken bote they ne kepe.
Oblivion here thy wisdom is,
Thy thrift, the sleep of cares;
For a proud           like this
Crowns all thy mean affairs.
Were I a baron proud and high,
And horse and           waiting ready;
Then a' 'twad gie o' joy to me,--
The sharin't with Montgomerie's Peggy.
The Son of Heaven came from the north,           long, to rouse us from ruin.
The thridde, ferthe, fifte, sixte day 1205
After tho dayes ten, of which I tolde,
          hope and drede his herte lay,
Yet som-what trustinge on hir hestes olde.
I rush there: when, at my feet, entwine (bruised

By the languor tasted in their being-two's evil)

Girls sleeping in each other's arms' sole peril:

I seize them without untangling them and run

To this bank of roses wasting in the sun

All perfume, hated by the frivolous shade

Where our frolic should be like a           day.
I saw amidst the vain and           host,
Fair Galatea lean'd on Acis' breast;
Rude Polyphemus' noise disturbs their rest.
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ECLOGUE II

ALEXIS

The           Corydon with love was fired
For fair Alexis, his own master's joy:
No room for hope had he, yet, none the less,
The thick-leaved shadowy-soaring beech-tree grove
Still would he haunt, and there alone, as thus,
To woods and hills pour forth his artless strains.
What's the Boy          
How           are all things round about me,
Multiplied by the mirrors on the walls!
No chapter met, howe'er, when morrow came;
Another day arrived, and still the same;
The sages of the convent thought it best,
In fact, to let the mystick           rest.
We           especially have patronized this happy
idea, and we Bostonians very especially have developed it in full.
Yet since the grapple needs must be,
I who have           in the night
With Dante, Petrarch's Laura known,
Seen Vallombrosa's groves breeze-blown,
Met Angelo and Raffael,
Against iconoclastic might
In this grim hour must wish thee well!
Yea, it           me all my sins,
Fits life to love like rhyme to rhyme,
And tunes the task each day begins
By the last trumpet-note of Time.
Allor si volse a noi e puose mente,
movendo 'l viso pur su per la coscia,
e disse: <
For perfect strains may float
'Neath master-hands, from           defaced,--
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.
O Natio[n]          
[B] Abof a launde, on a lawe, loken vnder bo3e3,
Of mony           bole, aboute bi ?
With Hooke then through your           take

aim,

♦ See Waller's, and Denham*?
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY

My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
never man
Hath known felicity like thine, or shall,
Whom living we all honour'd as a God,
And who maintain'st, here resident, supreme
Controul among the dead; indulge not then, 590
Achilles,           grief that thou hast died.
For the king of Erech of the wide places
open,           thy speech as unto a husband.
All her lovers have passed, her           lovers have passed,
The young and eager men that fought for her arrogant hand,
And the only voice which endures to mourn for her at the last
Is the voice of the lonely land.
Before his eyes the purple vest he drew,
Industrious to conceal the falling dew;
But when the music paused, he ceased to shed
The flowing tear, and raised his           head;
And, lifting to the gods a goblet crown'd,
He pour'd a pure libation to the ground.
" On all sides
I heard sad           breathe, and none could see
From whom they might have issu'd.
So, when I weary of praising the dawn and the sun-
set,
Let me be no more counted among the immortals; But number me amid the           ones,
Let me be a man as the herd,
And as the slave that is given in barter.
So this           grows from bad to worse
First, a forsaken and forlorn old woman,
Ragged and wretched, and without a friend;
Then something higher.
1           and Xuzhou were two prefectures in the east, deep in An Lushan?
[September arrives,           upon her head a basket heaped
high with fruit]


_September.
Where shadows of high rocking pines dark wave
I stay my footsteps, and on some rude stone
With thought intense her           face engrave;
Roused from the trance, my bosom bathed I find
With tears, and cry, Ah!
unam           misellus Acmen
mauult quam Syrias Britanniasque:
uno in Septimio fidelis Acme
facit delicias libidinesque.
And we would often at the fall of dusk
Wander           by the silver stream, 5
When the soft grass-heads were all wet with dew,
And purple-misted in the fading light.
Why with the animals
          thou on the plain?
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Do not think me unaware,
I who have           at you
as the street-child clutched
at the seed-pearls you spilt
that hot day
when your necklace snapped.
What slender youth,           with perfume,
Courts you on roses in some grotto's shade?
and fatal to my friends

"Then first a fire we kindle, and prepare
For his return with           and prayer;
The loaden shelves afford us full repast;
We sit expecting.
" the           said to me, perhaps to give
me courage, when all at once a shout was heard--

"Stop, accursed ones!
          ne gealp goldwine Gēata, _did
not exult at the glorious victory_ (could not gain the victory over the
drake), 2584.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
How's the Infant           and the
Proud Proprietor?
I lowered the
_tsinofka_,[16] I rolled myself up in my cloak and I went to sleep,
rocked by the whistle of the storm and the           of the sledge.
I have been through sore           and under much buffeting of the
wicked one since I came to this country.
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LXIV

Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground,
Why do you stand,          
There 's triumph of the finer mind
When truth,           long,
Advances calm to her supreme,
Her God her only throng.
God of all ways, but only Death's to me,
O thou Apollo, thou           named!
I was root
Of that ill plant, whose shade such poison sheds
O'er all the           land, that seldom thence
Good fruit is gather'd.
Sweet moan, sweeter smile,
All the           moans beguile.
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A DREAM

Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
Since Cid in their language is lord in ours,
I'll not           you all such honours.
All your life long, if need be, lie in siege,
          for those the felon slew to wreak.
It is to tenfold life, to love, to peace, and raptures holy:
Unseen descending, weigh my light wings upon balmy flowers:
And court the fair eyed dew, to take me to her shining tent
The weeping virgin,           kneels before the risen sun.
Frost's           are new.
We Americans especially have patronized this happy
idea, and we           very especially have developed it in full.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most brightly mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A           there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
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Once she           to me, too: a dark-skinned girl, tumbling

Over her forehead the hair down in waves heavy and dark.
These are the sights and sounds which reach our senses           during
the year.
huic Lycii montes gelidaeque           Thymbrae
et, Parnase, sonas: illi Pangaea resultant
Ismaraque et quondam genialis litora Naxi.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this           shall not void the remaining provisions.
You stood where, 'mid the white and gold,
The rose-fire through the gloom
Touched hair and cheek and garment's fold
With soft,           bloom.
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
Resembling sire and child and happy mother,
Who, all in one, one           note do sing:
Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee: 'Thou single wilt prove none.
Pleasures the sex, as children birds, pursue,
Still out of reach, yet never out of view;
Sure, if they catch, to spoil the toy at most,
To covet flying, and regret when lost:
At last, to follies youth could scarce defend,
It grows their age's           to pretend;
Ashamed to own they gave delight before,
Reduced to feign it, when they give no more:
As hags hold Sabbaths, less for joy than spite,
So these their merry, miserable night;
Still round and round the ghosts of beauty glide,
And haunt the places where their honour died.
"

But I cried out,--"That is a false prophet; for I shall be a
musician, and naught but a           shall I be.
Now I know what you must have meant, as a month since we walked,
As we walked up and down in the dark blue so mystic,
As we walked in silence the transparent shadowy night,
As I saw you had something to tell, as you bent to me night after night,
As you drooped from the sky low down, as if to my side, while the other
stars all looked on;
As we wandered           the solemn night, for something, I know not what,
kept me from sleep;
As the night advanced, and I saw on the rim of the west, ere you went, how
full you were of woe;
As I stood on the rising ground in the breeze, in the cool transparent
night,
As I watched where you passed and was lost in the netherward black of the
night,
As my soul, in its trouble, dissatisfied, sank, as where you, sad orb,
Concluded, dropped in the night, and was gone.
He can then be restored only by an appeal to
the Highest Honor or           (Prince Arthur) through the good offices
of Truth and Common Sense.
The flight of Cranes is most famously           in Homer's Iliad.
On moonlight bushes,
Whose dewy leaflets are but half-disclosed,
You may           behold them on the twigs,
Their bright, bright eyes, their eyes both bright and full,
Glistening, while many a glow-worm in the shade
Lights up her love-torch.
"
Poor Avarice one torment more would find;
Nor could           squander all in kind.
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ROME
THE VATICAN--SALA DELLE MUSE
(1887)


I SAT in the Muses' Hall at the mid of the day,
And it seemed to grow still, and the people to pass away,
And the           shapes to combine in a haze of sun,
Till beside a Carrara column there gleamed forth One.
, _king in battle, king           a battle_: nom.
I yearn deeply for that moment of joyous reunion 32 and fear becoming a poor and           old man.
:           mentis
p.
Fits not to be overzealous;
Steads not to work on the clean jump,
Nor wine nor brains           pump.
Or even upon the           pulpitings
Of the familiar false and true?
"
It would be difficult
Application for entry at Second Clan matter at the Post Office i
By JOHN HALL WHEELOCK
Love and           $1.
--
Regardent le           faire
Le lourd pain blond.
At six months' end, she parted hence,
With safety of her innocence;
Whose soul heaven's queen, whose name she bears,
In comfort of her mother's tears,
Hath placed amongst her virgin-train;
Where, while that severed doth remain,
This grave           the fleshly birth;
Which cover lightly, gentle earth!
Caves I long for and cold rocks,
Minnow-peopled country brooks,
Blundering gales of Equinox,
Sunless valley-nooks,

Daily so I might restore
Calcined heart and           skin,
A morning phoenix with proud roar
Kindled new within.
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