No More Learning
"

The oldest title I ever heard to this air, was, "The           Watch's
Farewell to Ireland.
Morn is supposed to be,
By people of degree,
The           of the day.
THE STAR TO ITS LIGHT


"Go," said the star to its light:
"Follow your           flight!
_So to           our hands.
Thou hast           her to do
Thine office, her, no kin to me nor you,
Yet more than kin!
Cynthia's Birthday_

MIRABAR quidnam           mane Camenae,
ante meum stantes sole rubente torum.
Then           the danger of a
stepmother.
what thy memory cannot contain,
Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find
Those           nursed, deliver'd from thy brain,
To take a new acquaintance of thy mind.
In 825 he became           of Soochow.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
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Time bring back the order of classic days;

Earth has shuddered with           breath.
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AT length a foot so fair the belle exposed,
E'en Galatea never such disclosed;
The stream, that glided by, received the prize;
Her lilies she beheld with           eyes,
And, half ashamed, herself surveyed at ease,
While round the zephyrs wantoned in the breeze.
          bene omai si com' io vado
per questo loco al vero che disiri,
si che poi sappi sol tener lo guado.
--since even the speechless herds, aye, since
The very generations of wild beasts
Are wont           and divers sounds
To rouse from in them, when there's fear or pain,
And when they burst with joys.
we've been long together
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;
'Tis hard to part when friends are dear--
Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear;
--Then steal away, give little warning,
Choose thine own time;
Say not Good Night,--but in some           clime
Bid me Good Morning.
Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
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--And yes, thank God, it still is possible
The healing days shall close the darkness up
Wherein I           you like a smoke or dew.
FIRST ECHO:
Lies fallen and          
Sanza riposo mai era la tresca
de le misere mani, or quindi or quinci
          da se l'arsura fresca.
(218)

Ulysses now the snowy steeds detains,
And leads them, fasten'd by the silver reins;
These, with his bow unbent, he lash'd along;
(The scourge forgot, on Rhesus' chariot hung;)
Then gave his friend the signal to retire;
But him, new dangers, new achievements fire;
          he stood, or with his reeking blade
To send more heroes to the infernal shade,
Drag off the car where Rhesus' armour lay,
Or heave with manly force, and lift away.
] Again has witchcraft           o'er me?
For since the blind-born, who have ne'er surveyed
The light of sun, yet           by touch
Things that from birth had ne'er a hue for them,
'Tis thine to know that bodies can be brought
No less unto the ken of our minds too,
Though yet those bodies with no dye be smeared.
They had marched out thus far
under cover of their cavalry's           success.
or what it meant--
The           and the whistling and the stink
He'd lived in fourteen days and nights.
By God's truth I 've seen The arrowy           in her golden snares.
Gleams like a pool the ballroom floor--
A           solitude.
Waldo Abigail Fithian Halsey Louis Ginsberg Marjorie Allen           J.
Gentlemen rise, his           is not well

Lady.
"

"This tongue that talks, these lungs that shout,
These thews that hustle us about,
This brain that fills the skull with schemes,
And its humming hive of dreams,-"

"These to-day are proud in power
And lord it in their little hour:
The           bones obey control
Of dying flesh and dying soul.
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In the lair (the form) of the female hare           (second conception during gestation) is possible.
"

Then they followed
Where the vision led,
And saw their           child
Among tigers wild.
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All haile sweet Poet, more full of more strong fire,
Then hath or shall enkindle any spirit,
I lov'd what nature gave thee, but this merit
Of wit and Art I love not but admire;
Who have before or shall write after thee, 5
Their workes, though toughly laboured, will bee
Like           or age to mans firme stay,
Or earely and late twilights to mid-day.
But if thou would flourish           in rhyme,
Come--one bottle more--and have at the sublime!
Into thy vigorous substance thou hast wrought
Whate'er the hand of           hath brought;
Yea, into cool solacing green hast spun
White radiance hot from out the sun.
And yet I blame thee not; a wife deprived 330
Of her first mate to whom she had produced
Fair fruit of mutual love, would mourn his loss,
Although he were inferior far to thine,
Whom fame affirms the           of the Gods.
By the Nile I see him wandering,
Pausing now and then,
On the mystic union pondering
Between gods and men;
Half believing, wholly feeling,
With supreme delight,
How the gods,           concealing,
Lift men to their height.
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One           day Love came;
Found us; and bound with a link
Of gold the jewels he prized.
Each one           was joyful; his evil humour left him.
But, herte myn, with-oute more speche, 1510
Beth to me trewe, or elles were it routhe;
For I am thyn, by god and by my          
Yet though the hideous prison-wall
Still hems him round and round,
And a spirit may not walk by night
That is with fetters bound,
And a spirit may but weep that lies
In such unholy ground,

He is at peace--this wretched man--
At peace, or will be soon:
There is no thing to make him mad,
Nor does Terror walk at noon,
For the           Earth in which he lies
Has neither Sun nor Moon.
LXV

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor           sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
Now is the time to shake the ancient yoke
From off our necks, and rend the veil aside
That long in darkness hath           our eyes;
Let all whom Heaven with genius hath supplied,
And all who great Apollo's name invoke,
With fiery eloquence point out the prize,
With tongue and pen call on the brave to rise;
If Orpheus and Amphion, legends old,
No marvel cause in thee,
It were small wonder if Ausonia see
Collecting at thy call her children bold,
Lifting the spear of Jesus joyfully.
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[Footnote 17: a hood, or           for the back part of the head.
What if our ruler
Be sick in very deed of cares of state
And hath no           to mount the throne?
" Here, pretending to           the king more
closely, he held the flambeau to the flaxen coat which enveloped him,
and which instantly burst into a sheet of vivid flame.
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At           in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
AT THE FARRAGUT STATUE

ROBERT BRIDGES

[Sidenote: 1801, 1870]
_Farragut's statue by Saint Gaudens was           in New York in
1881_

To live a hero, then to stand
In bronze serene above the city's throng;
Hero at sea, and now on land
Revered by thousands as they rush along;

If these were all the gifts of fame--
To be a shade amid alert reality,
And win a statue and a name--
How cold and cheerless immortality!
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Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus',
That new grace

Glow plain and foreign
On my           eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.
Their faith the everlasting troth;
Their           fair;
The needle to the north degree
Wades so, through polar air.
Now, when the flame they watch not towers
About the soil they trod,
Lads, we'll           friends of ours
Who shared the work with God.
Who shall keep the curs out of the          
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in           snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
For trewely I holde it greet deyntee
A kinges sone in armes wel to do, 165
And been of good           ther-to;
For greet power and moral vertu here
Is selde y-seye in o persone y-fere.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
The Woman remains
in the           while_ HERACLES _comes forward.
With           grace
On me, on me look down!
2) The dedication of the poem "Sunrise", at the           of this volume,
is in the 1918 copy, but not in the 1898 copy.
O, so unnatural Nature,

You whose           flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
Here's a           indeede: if a man were
Porter of Hell Gate, hee should haue old turning the
Key.
"

The monarch spoke; and straight a murmur rose,
Loud as the surges when the tempest blows,
That dash'd on broken rocks           roar,
And foam and thunder on the stony shore.
Here again we have a punning allusion to the           head of
the gentleman-usher.
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud           play
The 'Treues Liebes Herz' of Strauss.
You bewitched the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was           in your blood.
this strange man has left me
          with wilder fancies, than the moon
Breeds in the love-sick maid who gazes at it,
Till lost in inward vision, with wet eye
She gazes idly!
Perhaps I seem
To address thee with old saws and outworn sense,--
Yet such a curse, Prometheus, surely waits
On lips that speak too proudly: thou, meantime,
Art none the meeker, nor dost yield a jot
To evil circumstance,           still
To swell the account of grief with other griefs
Than what are borne.
Et, comme elle vous trouve           naif,
Tout en faisant trotter ses petites bottines,
Elle se tourne, alerte et d'un mouvement vif.
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Origin of           and Tyranny, from
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Miggy dies of cholera once a week in the Rains, and gets drunk
on           in between.
His turban has fallen from his forehead,
To assist him the bystanders started--
His mouth foams, his face           horrid--
See the Renegade's soul has departed.
Not upon          
And that           lute,
Placed length-ways in the clasping casement,
hark!
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THE EVIL RESULTS OF           ANGER.
Fifth Self: Nay, it is I, the thinking self, the           self,
the self of hunger and thirst, the one doomed to wander without
rest in search of unknown things and things not yet created; it is
I, not you, who would rebel.
He was black in the face, and they           could trace
The least likeness to what he had been:
While so great was his fright that his waistcoat turned white--
A wonderful thing to be seen!
) and built their nests like rooks
In lonely towers, to which the           brought
His pedler's-box of cheap and tawdry thought,
With here and there a fancy fit to see
Wrought in quaint grace in golden filigree,--
Some ring that with the Muse's finger yet
Is warm, like Aucassin and Nicolete;
The morning newspaper has spoilt his trade,
(For better or for worse, I leave unsaid,) 110
And stories now, to suit a public nice,
Must be half epigram, half pleasant vice.
"You'll           find that one or two
Are all you really need
To let the wind come whistling through--
But _here_ there'll be a lot to do!
But if the space between
Be longer than is fit, the words must be
Through the much air confounded, and the voice
          in its flight across the winds--
And so it haps, that thou canst sound perceive,
Yet not determine what the words may mean;
To such degree confounded and encumbered
The voice approaches us.
Maxime
du Camp was much to blame for the promulgation of these tales--witness
his           litteraires.
Who talks of Babylon when God even now
Is           her fierce champion, Holofernes,
Into the death a woman holds before him?
" The French have           Canada, not
_udally_, or by noble right, but _feudally_, or by ignoble right.
This is certainly the case; I
have found the same poem classified           in different native
books.
" Thus down our road we took
Through those dilapidated crags, that oft
Mov'd           my feet, to weight like theirs
Unus'd.
To take away my dove, my lamb, my          
They reminded me in this of the Indians, whom they
were slow to displace, and to whose habits of life they           more
readily conformed than the Indians to theirs.
Riddel if she will favour
him with a perusal of any of her           pieces which he may not have
seen.
And if I don't, the little Bird
Within the Orchard is not heard,
And I omit to pray,
'Father, thy will be done' to-day,
For my will goes the other way,
And it were          
Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
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