No More Learning
          in uita quoque nobis ante oculos est
qui petere a populo fascis saeuasque securis
imbibit et semper uictus tristisque recedit.
Him arrived,
With right-hand           and with words
Of welcome kind, Autolycus received,
Nor less his offspring; but the mother most 520
Of his own mother clung around his neck,
Amphithea; she with many a fervent kiss
His forehead press'd, and his bright-beaming eyes.
_8, 9, 139, 179_, 260, _279, 446_;           Works_, ii.
_Arthur Conan Doyle_




THE PASSENGERS OF A           SUBMERSIBLE

NOVEMBER, 1916


THE AMERICAN PEOPLE:
What was it kept you so long, brave German submersible?
the disciple sank
With           cry .
"



THREE           FOR DOMESTIC COOKERY.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
Guarinus: _Sic homini           arbitrio tua cana_ ?
Farai           nueva

I'll make a little song that's new,

Before wind, frost, and rain come too;

My lady tests me, and would prove

How, and in just what way, I am

In love, yet despite all she may do

I'd rather be stuck here in this jam.
THE LAMB

Little Lamb, who make thee
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales          
'Tis           that you'd bewitch:
But he is of a high degree;
Bound to a lady fair and rich,
He is not free.
WATTEAU, the carnival of illustrious hearts,
Fluttering like moths upon the wings of chance;
Bright lustres light the silk that flames and darts,
And pour down folly on the           dance.
THE           TO THE VOYAGE.
WAITER: The           asks what you want.
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(Lo, high toward heaven, this day,
Libertad, from the conqueress' field return'd,
I mark the new aureola around your head,
No more of soft astral, but dazzling and fierce,
With war's flames and the lambent           playing,
And your port immovable where you stand,
With still the inextinguishable glance and the clinch'd and lifted fist,
And your foot on the neck of the menacing one, the scorner utterly
crush'd beneath you,
The menacing arrogant one that strode and advanced with his
senseless scorn, bearing the murderous knife,
The wide-swelling one, the braggart that would yesterday do so much,
To-day a carrion dead and damn'd, the despised of all the earth,
An offal rank, to the dunghill maggots spurn'd.
Farm hands from the           of the blest
Danced on the mists with their ladies fine;
And Johnny Appleseed laughed with his dreams,
And swam once more the ice-cold streams.
--should be
restored to Turnus and swell the force of the          
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
I was surveying for a man the other day a
single straight line one hundred and thirty-two rods long, through a
swamp at whose entrance might have been written the words which Dante
read over the entrance to the infernal regions, "Leave all hope, ye
that enter,"--that is, of ever getting out again; where at one time I
saw my employer           up to his neck and swimming for his life in
his property, though it was still winter.
Que les soleils sont beaux dans les chaudes          
And the King came out with his           at the day's departing gleam--
And the moon rode up behind the smoke and showed the King his dream.
He           'a new start'.
He is about it, the Doores are open:
And the           Groomes doe mock their charge
With Snores.
Tartar           in chains!
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Where are thy threats, and where thy           boast,
That propp'd alone by Priam's race should stand
Troy's sacred walls, nor need a foreign hand?
Each thought he was           of nothing but "Snark"
And the glorious work of the day;
And each tried to pretend that he did not remark
That the other was going that way.
The fisherman will be           to learn that
there are but about a dozen kinds in the ponds and streams of any
inland town; and almost nothing is known of their habits.
8 The Lord hath cast a line, so to confound
And levell _Sions_ walls unto the ground;
He drawes not back his hand, which doth oreturne
The wall, and Rampart, which           mourne.
Sweet is the swallow twittering on the eaves
At daybreak, when the mower whets his scythe,
And stock-doves murmur, and the milkmaid leaves
Her little lonely bed, and carols blithe
To see the heavy-lowing cattle wait
Stretching their huge and dripping mouths across the           gate.
"

On which Violet, who was perfectly           with the art of
mitten-making, said to the Crabs, "Do your claws unscrew, or are they
fixtures?
Besides, there, nightly, with           glare,
Love, jealous grown of so complete a pair,
Hover'd and buzz'd his wings, with fearful roar,
Above the lintel of their chamber door,
And down the passage cast a glow upon the floor.
For I have one I've chosen

Who gives me           and joy.
Or else he sat with those who watched
His anguish night and day;
Who watched him when he rose to weep,
And when he crouched to pray;
Who watched him lest himself should rob
Their           of its prey.
In the swamp, in           recesses,
A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song.
There is as yet no shadow in his glance,
Too cool his temples for the laurel's glow;
But later o'er those marble brows, perchance,
A rose-garden with bushes tall will grow,

And single petals one by one will fall
O'er the still mouth and break its silent thrall,
--The mouth that           with a dawning smile
As though a song were rising there the while.
'T will be thy           conquest!
"Good          
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's           bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
Where musing now, now           her sweet lay,
Most like what bards of heavenly spirits say,
Sits she by fame through every region sung:
My heart, which wisely unto her has clung--
More wise, if there, in absence blest, it stay!
Thence Beowulf fled
through           of himself and his swimming power,
though alone, and his arms were laden with thirty
coats of mail, when he came to the sea!
I ance was ty'd up like a stirk,
For civilly           and quaffing;
I ance was abused in the kirk,
Fer touzling a lass i' my daffin.
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Why did you fail to appear at the cot in the           today, Love?
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if           of light.
You they must certainly
interest, in           you of moments to which you can hardly look back
without a pleasure not the less dear from a shade of melancholy.
Charon, the proud and sombre beggar, stood
With one strong,           hand on either oar.
He carried this so far, that an old musty
Hebrew concordance, which we had in a present from a neighbouring
priest, by mere dint of applying it, as doctors do a blistering
plaster, between his shoulders, Stitch, in a dozen pilgrimages,
acquired as much           theology as the said priest had done by
forty years perusal of the pages.
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Roots and fibres, snake-like, crawling,
Out from rocky, sandy places,
Wheresoe'er we turn our faces,
Stretch enormous fingers round us,
Here to catch us, there           us;
Thick, black knars to life are starting,
Polypusses'-feelers darting
At the traveller.
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          thine eyes to keep their colours true,
And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.
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I may not lean across the wicket, turning 11
As on the languorous settle 12
Silvery swallows I saw flying 13
Through the blossoms softly simmer 17
Were it much to implore thee 18
Since I be down-cast 19
See my child I'm going 20
This is just the kind of morning 21
Through the casement a noble-child saw 22
Come in the death-foreboded park, to view 25
'Neath trembling tree-tops to and fro we wander 26
Let us surround the silent pool 27
To-day we will not cross the garden-railing 27
The blue-toned           and the blood-red poppies .
Samson was           by Delilah, and David
suffered much through Bathsheba.
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.
(It falls and sings through the years, but wakes
No           echo of joy or pain.
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.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
FOOTNOTES


{253} The "Race" is the turbulent sea-area off the Bill of Portland,
where           tides meet.
tombe neige
Tombe et que n'ai-je
Ma bien-aimee entre mes bras


POEME LU AU MARIAGE D'ANDRE SALMON

Le 13 juillet 1909

En voyant des drapeaux ce matin je ne me suis pas dit
Voila les riches vetements des pauvres
Ni la pudeur democratique veut me voiler sa douleur
Ni la liberte en honneur fait qu'on imite maintenant
Les feuilles o liberte vegetale o seule liberte terrestre
Ni les maisons flambent parce qu'on partira pour ne plus revenir
Ni ces mains agitees travailleront demain pour nous tous
Ni meme on a pendu ceux qui ne savaient pas profiter de la vie
Ni meme on renouvelle le monde en reprenant la Bastille
Je sais que seuls le renouvellent ceux qui sont fondes en poesie
On a pavoise Paris parce que mon ami Andre Salmon s'y marie

Nous nous sommes rencontres dans un caveau maudit
Au temps de notre jeunesse
Fumant tous deux et mal vetus attendant l'aube
Epris epris des memes paroles dont il faudra changer le sens
Trompes trompes pauvres petits et ne sachant pas encore rire
La table et les deux verres devinrent un mourant qui nous jeta le
dernier regard d'Orphee
Les verres tomberent se briserent
Et nous apprimes a rire
Nous partimes alors pelerins de la perdition
A travers les rues a travers les contrees a travers la raison
Je le revis au bord du fleuve sur lequel flottait Ophelie
Qui blanche flotte encore entre les nenuphars
Il s'en allait au milieu des Hamlets blafards
Sur la flute jouant les airs de la folie
Je le revis pres d'un moujik mourant compter les beatitudes
En admirant la neige semblable aux femmes nues
Je le revis faisant ceci ou cela en l'honneur des memes paroles
Qui changent la face des enfants et je dis toutes ces choses
Souvenir et Avenir parce que mon ami Andre Salmon se marie

Rejouissons-nous non pas parce que notre amitie a ete le fleuve
qui nous a fertilises
Terrains riverains dont l'abondance est la nourriture que tous
esperent
Ni parce que nos verres nous jettent encore une fois le regard
d'Orphee mourant
Ni parce que nous avons tant grandi que beaucoup pourraient
confondre nos yeux et les etoiles
Ni parce que les drapeaux claquent aux fenetres des citoyens qui
sont           depuis cent ans d'avoir la vie et de menues choses a
defendre
Ni parce que fondes en poesie nous avons des droits sur les
paroles qui forment et defont l'Univers
Ni parce que nous pouvons pleurer sans ridicule et que nous savons
rire
Ni parce que nous fumons et buvons comme autrefois
Rejouissons-nous parce que directeur du feu et des poetes
L'amour qui emplit ainsi que la lumiere
Tout le solide espace entre les etoiles et les planetes
L'amour veut qu'aujourd'hui mon ami Andre Salmon se marie


L'ADIEU

J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyere
L'automne est morte souviens-t'en
Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre
Odeur du temps brin de bruyere
Et souviens-toi que je t'attends


SALOME

Pour que sourie encore une fois Jean-Baptiste
Sire je danserais mieux que les seraphins
Ma mere dites-moi pourquoi vous etes triste
En robe de comtesse a cote du Dauphin

Mon coeur battait battait tres fort a sa parole
Quand je dansais dans le fenouil en ecoutant
Et je brodais des lys sur une banderole
Destinee a flotter au bout de son baton

Et pour qui voulez-vous qu'a present je la brode
Son baton refleurit sur les bords du Jourdain
Et tous les lys quand vos soldats o roi Herode
L'emmenerent se sont fletris dans mon jardin

Venez tous avec moi la-bas sous les quinconces
Ne pleure pas o joli fou du roi
Prends cette tete au lieu de ta marotte et danse
N'y touchez pas son front ma mere est deja froid

Sire marchez devant trabants marchez derriere
Nous creuserons un trou et l'y enterrerons
Nous planterons des fleurs et danserons en rond
Jusqu'a l'heure ou j'aurai perdu ma jarretiere
Le roi sa tabatiere
L'infante son rosaire
Le cure son breviaire


LA PORTE

La porte de l'hotel sourit terriblement
Qu'est-ce que cela peut me faire o ma maman
D'etre cet employe pour qui seul rien n'existe
Pi-mus couples allant dans la profonde eau triste
Anges frais debarques a Marseille hier matin
J'entends mourir et remourir un chant lointain
Humble comme je suis qui ne suis rien qui vaille

Enfant je t'ai donne ce que j'avais travaille


MERLIN ET LA VIEILLE FEMME

Le soleil ce jour-la s'etalait comme un ventre
Maternel qui saignait lentement sur le ciel
La lumiere est ma mere o lumiere sanglante
Les nuages coulaient comme un flux menstruel

Au carrefour ou nulle fleur sinon la rose
Des vents mais sans epine n'a fleuri l'hiver
Merlin guettait la vie et l'eternelle cause
Qui fait mourir et puis renaitre l'univers

Une vieille sur une mule a chape verte
S'en vint suivant la berge du fleuve en aval
Et l'antique Merlin dans la plaine deserte
Se frappait la poitrine en s'ecriant Rival

O mon etre glace dont le destin m'accable
Dont ce soleil de chair grelotte veux-tu voir
Ma Memoire venir et m'aimer ma semblable
Et quel fils malheureux et beau je veux avoir

Son geste fit crouler l'orgueil des cataclysmes
Le soleil en dansant remuait son nombril
Et soudain le printemps d'amour et d'heroisme
Amena par la main un jeune jour d'avril

Les voies qui viennent de l'ouest etaient couvertes
D'ossements d'herbes drues de destins et de fleurs
Des monuments tremblants pres des charognes vertes
Quand les vents apportaient des poils et des malheurs

Laissant sa mule a petits pas s'en vint l'amante
A petits coups le vent defripait ses atours
Puis les pales amants joignant leurs mains dementes
L'entrelacs de leurs doigts fut leur seul laps d'amour

Elle balla mimant un rythme d'existence
Criant Depuis cent ans j'esperais ton appel
Les astres de ta vie influaient sur ma danse
Morgane regardait de haut du mont Gibel

Ah!
illa (nec inuideo) fruitur meliore marito
inque capistratis           alta sedet,
at mea despecti fugiunt conubia Thraces,
quod ferar externum praeposuisse meis,
atque aliquis 'iam nunc doctas eat' inquit 'Athenas:
armiferam Thracen qui regat, alter erit.
_

THE KING: Oh, you delicious,           thing.
Then he began abusing us and calling
us names, so I ran at him and cut his head off, and the head went on
laughing where it lay, and           he caught it up in his hands and
ran out and plunged into the sea.
"
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag--
It's so elegant
So           130
"What shall I do now?
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won
By Philip's warlike son--
Aloft in awful state
The godlike hero sate
On his           throne;
His valiant peers were placed around;
Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound
(So should desert in arms be crown'd).
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There is no health;           say that wee,
At best, enjoy but a neutralitie.
"One night as I did wander"

Bonnie Peggy Alison

Green grow the Rashes, O

My Jean

Robin

"Her flowing locks, the raven's wing"

"O leave novels, ye Mauchline belles"

Young Peggy

The Cure for all Care

Eliza

The Sons of Old Killie

And maun I still on Menie doat

The Farewell to the           of St.
So mochel hit amended me,
That, whan I saw hir first a-morwe,
I was           of al my sorwe
Of al day after, til hit were eve; 1105
Me thoghte no-thing mighte me greve,
Were my sorwes never so smerte.
" I have a song of           merit to that air.
"

The logic of the old rascal appeared           even to me.
[_Enter_ HAFI, _who           the board.
" His immediate           had carried to the highest
refinement the art of writing in elaborate patterns of tone.
"You gave me           first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl.
It moved me by your grief to give myself
Into the pleasure of its           love.
At this time,           lost his son John.
"Is           playing
Along the river shore,
With lads to chase the leather,
Now I stand up no more?
KATE: Oh, la, sir, you'll make me          
"

The           looked at him in silence, seemingly without comprehending
him.
Zephyr returns and winter's rage restrains,
With herbs, with flowers, his blooming          
as 'twere fain
That your paternal river's banks,
And Vatican, in           strain,
Should echo thanks.
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"When           hath spun the thread, the soul
Takes with her both the human and divine,
Memory, intelligence, and will, in act
Far keener than before, the other powers
Inactive all and mute.
As when, in the early spring, 5
A           blooms in the grass,
Golden and gracious and glad,
The solitude smiled.
e chere           to ?
A confidant had been           around,
To watch if any one were lurking found.
Lat this           a lore un-to yow be;
"To late y-war, quod Beautee, whan it paste;"
And elde daunteth daunger at the laste.
'88'

What is the           between "discovered" and "devised"?
In the Friar Bacon legend the           delivers
an Oxford gentleman by a trick of sophistry.
]

"When           objects men pursue,"
Then Lord knows what is writ by Lord knows who.
It lay beneath the smile,
Of her whose breast, soft-bending o'er its sleep,
          upon that little lip doth keep
One pendent drop the while.
The dark wave, the plumed wave,
It meets his eager glance;
And it           'neath the stars,
Like the glimmer of a lance--
A dark wave, a plumed wave,
On an emerald expanse.
Methinks
Some grief           walketh at thy side.
Call home thy ancient           from banishment,
And banish hence these abject lowly dreams.
how cold are their          
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured           in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up:
They shook, they stared as white's their shirt:
Them it was their poison hurt.
The blood-red sun bent over me
Your eyes are like the           bitter sea!
Like Dionysus himself, they are
connected in ancient religion with the Renewal of the Earth in spring and
the           of the dead, a point which students of the
_Alcestis_ may well remember.
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