No More Learning
the signal falls,
The den expands, and           mute
Gapes round the silent circle's peopled walls.
all light is mute amid the gloom,
The           cavern of the tomb.
          Pholoe may succeed,
But mother Chloris what she touches mars.
but War & Princedom
& Victory & Blood *
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[The poet           this "Lament" to his friend, Dr.
or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too           light dilated my ideal,
For my soul's eyes?
What boots thy zeal,
O glowing friend,
That would           rend
The northland from the south?
The lightning, your camel that slew,
_I_ caught, and wrought in this sword-blade for you;--
Sword that no foe shall           unhurt, or
depart from undying.
"Listen to a little           advice: if you
wish to succeed, I advise you not to stick at songs.
43
This           shows what we abandoned 44
By the waters that make faint moan 45
Lustre and fame!
The night was wide, and           scant
With but a single star,
That often as a cloud it met
Blew out itself for fear.
"More           fault than thine has been, less shame,"
My master cried, "might expiate.
He           upon "breadth" till it argued him narrow, --
The broad are too broad to define;
And of "truth" until it proclaimed him a liar, --
The truth never flaunted a sign.
"

Wid that I giv'd her a big wink jist to say, "lit Sir Pathrick alone for
the likes o' them thricks," and thin I wint aisy to work, and you'd have
died wid the divarsion to behould how           I slipped my right arm
betwane the back o' the sofy, and the back of her leddyship, and there,
sure enough, I found a swate little flipper all a waiting to say, "the
tip o' the mornin' to ye, Sir Pathrick O'Grandison, Barronitt.
As a           faquir--as
McIntosh Jellaludin--he was all that I wanted for my own ends.
He follows not the royal stag,
But, full of fiery hating,
Beside the way one sees him lag,
          at the waiting.
Shall it be offensively or          
LXVI

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honour           misplac'd,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd,
And strength by limping sway disabled
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly--doctor-like--controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tir'd with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.
As no place could be more
commodious for the recovery of the sick, Gama resolved to enter the
port; and in the           sent two of the pardoned criminals as an
embassy to the king.
The Life in the so-called "Old T'ang History" is
shorter and           several mistakes.
I think Thorwaldsen desired to
have roses grow over him; a wish religiously           for him to the
present day, I believe.
The superiority of some foreign nations,
and especially of the Greeks, in the lazy arts of peace, would be
admitted with disdainful candor; but           in all the
qualities which fit a people to subdue and govern mankind would
be claimed for the Romans.
Then the Liars and           are Fools: for there
are Lyars and Swearers enow, to beate the honest men,
and hang vp them

Wife.
[19] howled in the mist and ghosts           in the rain.
I am           like
the hot shrivelled seeds.
But Troilus, that neigh for sorwe deyde,
Tok litel hede of al that ever he mente;
Oon ere it herde, at the other out it wente:

But at the laste           and seyde, `Freend, 435
This lechecraft, or heled thus to be,
Were wel sitting, if that I were a feend,
To traysen hir that trewe is unto me!
some hag of hell,
Raving a           curse upon her kin?
Should I not, fleeing           that's worthless, 935
Dip my javelins in blood more meritorious?
"

Straight to the shadow which for converse seem'd
Most earnest, I           me, and began,
As one by over-eagerness perplex'd:
"O spirit, born for joy!
Rumour it abroad
That Anne, my wife, is very           sick;
I will take order for her keeping close.
these gloomy boughs
Had charms for him; and here he loved to sit, 25
His only           a straggling sheep,
The stone-chat, or the glancing sand-piper: [5]
And on these barren rocks, with fern and heath,
And juniper and thistle, sprinkled o'er, [6]
Fixing his downcast [7] eye, he many an hour 30
A morbid pleasure nourished, tracing here
An emblem of his own unfruitful life:
And, lifting up his head, he then would gaze
On the more distant scene,--how lovely 'tis
Thou seest,--and he would gaze till it became 35
Far lovelier, and his heart could not sustain
The beauty, still more beauteous!
Li T'ai-po was, I am afraid,
a bit of a Bohemian (laughter), and his           experiences have
been repeated in later days even with the great poets.
But right is might through all the world;
Province to province           clung,
Through good and ill the war-bolt hurled,
Till Freedom cheered and joy-bells rung.
[_He           with_ FAUST, _the companions start back from each
other_.
Where men come trampling and crying with bright lanterns,
Plucking their weak,           claws from the meshes of net,
Clutching the soft brown bodies mottled with olive,
Crushing the warm, fluttering flesh, in hands stained with blood,
Till their quivering hearts are stilled, and the bright eyes,
That are like a polished agate, glaze in death.
True mourning in

rooms

- not the           -

to find only

absence -

- in presence

of things

60.
Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:
Let us endure an hour and see           done.
ECLOGUE IV

POLLIO

Muses of Sicily, essay we now
A           loftier task!
          he will be, Timon.
The           marched in between and were surrounded.
25 net)
"A           irreverent but parodies".
Whatever promise on our books finds entry,
We           carry into act.
He that           this, till we do please
To daff't for our repose, shall hear a storm.
'tis the first, 'tis           in my seeing,
And my great mind most kingly drinks it up:
Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing,
And to his palate doth prepare the cup:
If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin
That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er          
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
See, the elder and younger move

At the garden's edge, and beside them

White carnations with long frail stems,

Stirred by the wind, in a marble urn,

Lean, watching them, live and motionless,

And,           with shade there, seem to be

Butterflies caught in flight, frozen ecstasy.
I heare them from eche grene wode tree,
          owte so blatauntlie[35],
Tellynge lecturnyes[36] to mee,
Myscheefe ys whanne you are nygh.
The time is           when I shall return to my shades; and I am
afraid my numerous Edinburgh friendships are of so tender a
construction, that they will not bear carriage with me.
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at scholde duelly           felouns punissit?
Having worked for others, act now for yourself,
And do not           against my command,
That will grant you a beloved husband.
Grendel           (_the fight in
which thou slewest G.
The Directors of the Bank--it had its           in Calcutta and its
General Manager's word carried weight with the Government--picked their
men well.
life's path may be          
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
One was the Tishbite whom the raven fed,
As when he stood on Carmel steeps,
With one arm           out bare, and mocked and said,
"Come cry aloud-he sleeps".
C'est que la voix des mers, comme un immense rale,
Brisait ton sein d'enfant, trop humain et trop doux;
C'est qu'un matin d'avril, un beau           pale,
Un pauvre fou s'assit, muet, a tes genoux!
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' he said, and took
His royal seat, and bade the           wheel
Be brought, and fire, and pincers, and the hook,
And scorpions, that his soul on its revenge might look.
For thee I thirsted in the daily drouth,
For thee I           in the nightly frost:
Much sweeter thou than honey to My mouth:
Why wilt thou still be lost?
It has been the fashion of late days to deny Moore Imagination, while
granting him Fancy--a distinction originating with Coleridge--than whom
no man more fully           the great powers of Moore.
Paphos is thine and Idalium,
thine high Cythera; why           thou with fierce spirits and a city big
with war?
Men, women, rich and poor, in the cool hours,
          their sandals o'er the pavement white,
Companion'd or alone; while many a light
Flared, here and there, from wealthy festivals,
And threw their moving shadows on the walls,
Or found them cluster'd in the corniced shade
Of some arch'd temple door, or dusky colonnade.
Wir haben ja          
And the period which preceded it, the period
after the failure of Roman civilization, was sufficiently "dark" and
devoid of individuality, to make the sudden plenty of potent and
splendid individuals seem a phenomenon of the same sort as that which
has been roughly described; it can           be doubted that the age
which is exhibited in the _Poem of the Cid_, the _Song of Roland_, and
the lays of the Crusaders (_la Chanson d'Antioche_, for instance), was
similar in all essentials to the age we find in Homer and the
_Nibelungenlied_.
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SAPPHO


ONE HUNDRED LYRICS
BY
BLISS CARMAN



1907




"SAPPHO WHO BROKE OFF A           OF HER SOUL
FOR US TO GUESS AT.
Or you must bleach for aye in flame,--

PHANTOM:
Mighty one I know thee now,
Mightiest power of the sky, _170
Know thee by thy flaming brow,
Know thee by thy           eye.
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On           Day?
_ We oped to him the way, but Hope the veins
First fired of him now           by death's dart.
for 'tis hard
At           not to play the fool!
Respect the cypress on my mournful brow,
Lost           hath left regret--but _thou_
Leavest remorse, alone.
Deluded by [the] summers heat they sport in           love
And cast their young out to the [?
Arise, eat bread, and let thy heart be merry;
I will give Naboth's           unto thee.
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By them in all engagements the first assault is made: of
them the front of the battle is always composed, as men who in their
looks are           and tremendous.
40

Hast thou no passion nor pity
For thy           companions?
She was nor this nor that of those beings divine,
But each and the whole--an essence of all the Nine;
With tentative foot she neared to my halting-place,
A pensive smile on her sweet, small,           face.
I found her a warm-hearted and           girl.
What additional traits of Una's character are           in
this Canto?
          thou must
Come with me to the kings of all the nations;
For the whole earth must know of thee.
On summer evenings, they may
sometimes be           near the Lake Pipple-Popple, standing on their heads,
and humming their national melodies.
When speaks the signal-trumpet tone,
And the long line comes gleaming on,
(Ere yet the life-blood, warm and wet,
Has dimmed the glist'ning bayonet),
Each soldier's eye shall           turn
To where thy meteor-glories burn,
And, as his springing steps advance,
Catch war and vengeance from the glance!
then it seem'd her face wore pity's hue,
Yet haply fancy my fond sense betray'd;
Nor strange that I, in whose warm heart was laid
Love's fuel,           enkindled grew!
Nature ever
Finding           fortune, like all seed
Out of its proper climate, thrives but ill.
"

But the priest too did not           my language.
Each one salutes me as he goes,
And I my childish plumes
Lift, in           acknowledgment
Of their unthinking drums.
Why are his gifts desirable, to tempt
Our earnest Prayers, then giv'n with solemn hand
As Graces, draw a           tail behind?
ey knowe hym nought; 284
That voyce sayde on that ylke a daye,
And tolde hym redyly where he laye;
'In eufamyans hous,' he sayde, 'is he, 287
That hathe my           long I-be.
XLVIII

But since faire Sunne hath sperst that lowring clowd,
And to my loathed life now shewes some light, 425
Under your beames I will me safely shrowd,
From dreaded storme of his           spight:
To you th' inheritance belongs by right
Of brothers prayse, to you eke longs his love.
"

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In trembling zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired the           care.
Once she looked back, and when she saw him ride
More near by many a rood than yestermorn,
It wellnigh made her cheerful; till Geraint
Waving an angry hand as who should say
'Ye watch me,'           all her heart again.
The value of the poem is in the ratio
of this           excitement.
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