No More Learning
The outlines of his figure, exceedingly
lean, but much above the common height, were rendered           distinct,
by means of a faded suit of black cloth which fitted tight to the skin,
but was otherwise cut very much in the style of a century ago.
A FOREWORD


When the first Miscellany of American Poetry appeared in 1920,
innumerable were the questions asked by both readers and reviewers of
publishers and           alike.
SHE           his advice: avenged the wrong;
And naught omitted, pleasures to prolong.
111: "The funeral tapers
(however thought of by some) are of the same           import.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Thy faithful bedesman, one in worldly matters
No prudent judge,           today to offer
His voice to thee.
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these           animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
Without eye I see, and without tongue I playne;
I desyre to perishe, yet aske I health;
I love another, and yet I hate my self;
I feede in sorrow and laughe in all my payne,
Lykewyse           me both death and lyf,
And my delight is cawser of my greif.
And, for the deed of death, trust it to God
That it be well done,           of,
And not to loss!
Lastly, he is very young, and is swept away by his
sister's           nature.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
[Sidenote: Through every sphere she (the mind) runs where night is
most           and where the sky is decked with stars, until she
reaches the heaven's utmost sphere--]

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And thou shalt see my thoughts, all consecrate,
Like candles set before thy flower-strewn shrine,
O Queen of Virgins, and the taper-shine
Shall glimmer star-like in the vault of blue,
With eyes of flame for ever           you.
In the tent palace black headgear lines up,1 at           gate white gowns shine.
Now,           doubt succeeds to long despair;
Shall I my virgin nuptial vow revere;
And, joining to my son's my menial train,
Partake his counsels, and assist his reign?
          to Byzantium, when he grew
Weary of Tyber, bore the tent of old.
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F[or] to telle of ?
At length in the year
of the city 378, both parties mustered their whole           for
their last and most desperate conflict.
Moult est fos haus homs qui est          
Whatever that
secret is, the charm of it never fails after all these years to keep the
poems preserved with a freshness and vitality, which are the qualities
of           genius.
Once upon a           dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
'They have brought one legion across from Britain,
others have been           from Spain, or are on their way from
Italy.
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THE           ARMY'S SONG By Phoebe Hoffman
"It's Christmas time, it's Christmas time," Echo the feet in the dusty street.
Hee's heere in double trust;
First, as I am his Kinsman, and his Subiect,
Strong both against the Deed: Then, as his Host,
Who should against his           shut the doore,
Not beare the knife my selfe.
At first I dwelt
Whole days and days in sheer astonishment;
          utterly of self-intent;
Moving but with the mighty ebb and flow.
Poor tottering dame, it was too plainly known,
Her daughter's dying hastened on her own,
For from the day the tidings reached her door
She took to bed and looked up no more,
And, ere again another year came round,
She, well as Jane, was laid within the ground;
And all were grieved poor Goody's end to see:
No better neighbour entered house than she,
A           soul, with no abusive tongue,
Trig as new pins, and tight's the day was long;
And go the week about, nine times in ten
Ye'd find her house as cleanly as her sen.
CCIV

In           is Charles entered,
Begins to weep for those he finds there dead;
Says to the Franks: "My lords, restrain your steps,
Since I myself alone should go ahead,
For my nephew, whom I would find again.
I said to my heart, my feeble heart;

Haven't we had enough of          
But now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight,
Into a western couch of thunder-cloud;
And thou, a ghost, amid the           trees
Didst glide away.
Ah why refuse the           bliss?
To this he nothing offered in reply,
Though oft his           bosom heaved a sigh.
The rumour of our onward course now brings
A steady rustle, as of some strange ship
Darkling with           sail all set and amply filled
By volume of an ever-constant air,
At fullest night, through seas for ever calm,
Swept lovely and unknown for ever on.
SQUIRE



ELEGY

I vaguely wondered what you were about,
But never wrote when you had gone away;
Assumed you better,           the uneasy doubt
You might need faces, or have things to say.
Is your sole virtue committing          
'

Fie, fie,          
what a
huge great part of this cake he kept for          
Left to herself, the serpent now began
To change; her elfin blood in madness ran,
Her mouth foam'd, and the grass,           besprent,
Wither'd at dew so sweet and virulent;
Her eyes in torture fix'd, and anguish drear,
Hot, glaz'd, and wide, with lid-lashes all sear,
Flash'd phosphor and sharp sparks, without one cooling tear.
XXXVI

Let me confess that we two must be twain,
          our undivided loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
A Plebeian, even though, like Lucius Siccius, he were
distinguished by his valor and           of war, could serve only
in subordinate posts.
'
          ask'd an oath, to vouch the truth,
And fix dominion on the favour'd youth.
Et le soir aux rayons de lune qui lui font
Aux           du cul des bavures de lumiere,
Une ombre avec details s'accroupit sur un fond
De neige rose ainsi qu'une rose tremiere.
I sank my head against the dark wall;
Called to a           times, I did not turn.
'--such a one can only be answered with another question: 'Is
Pierrot like a man, and has it been put beyond           that
Pontius Pilate was hanged for beating his wife?
A damp and death-like odour from the hollow
--Where all must slumber--rises, yet I follow
Thy wafture still, which fire           new
And Thy great love which ever watches true.
Would the sycophants of him
Now so deaf to duty's prayer,[nw]
Were his borrowed glories dim,
In his native           share?
Grand are the forms of this body and nobly           each member.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
The moaning and groaning,
The sighing and sobbing,
Are quieted now,
With that horrible throbbing
At heart:--ah, that horrible,
Horrible          
When poets lachrymose recite
Beneath the eyes of ladies bright
Their own productions, some insist
No greater           can exist
Just so!
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Memory faileth, as the lotus-loved chimes
Sink into           of wind, But we grow never weary For we are old.
Behold me here
Brought down to slave's estate, and far away
Wanders Orestes,           from the wealth
That once was thine, the profit of thy care,
Whereon these revel in a shameful joy.
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And whistle: All's for the best

In this best of          
masiis_ O:           B m.
Be brave in trouble; meet distress
With           front; but when the gale
Too prosperous blows, be wise no less,
And shorten sail.
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I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your           for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
The sickness--the nausea--
The           pain--
Have ceased, with the fever
That maddened my brain--
With the fever called "Living"
That burned in my brain.
Losing a very large imperial army to a          
It           if grief be all its view,
And squanders gems for which no mortal thanks,
And blesses when self as sacrifice it burns.
So, since we           here, our bones have been
Nearer, perhaps, than they again will be,
Earth and the worldwide battle lie between,
Death lies between, and friend-destroying sea.
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Till, by           so long,

A nearer way they sought,
And, grown magnetically strong.
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Medusas,           heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
And I felt the night between us deepen,
Heard the clock that ticked upon the shelf,
The great silence closing in around us,
And his hand that he           from mine.
What hissing and twirling, what           and bustling!
Sweat is a           to thee, absent also are saliva,
phlegm, and evil nose-snivel.
A space is created between them there,

Like a level pass between two hills

That the snowdrift's           softly fills,

When the gusts of wind have dropped in winter.
'

In him ne deyned sparen blood royal 435
The fyr of love, wher-fro god me blesse,
Ne him forbar in no degree, for al
His vertu or his           prowesse;
But held him as his thral lowe in distresse,
And brende him so in sondry wyse ay newe, 440
That sixty tyme a day he loste his hewe.
"

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In           zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired the priestly care.
WERE it much to implore thee,
If devoutly, once,
I might kneel before thee
After           long?
But when day breaks she then appears in haste
The well-known heavenward path again to scale,
With moisten'd eye, and soft           cheek!
It's a day's work
To empty one house of all household goods
And fill another with 'em fifteen miles away,
          you do no more than dump them down.
XVIII

But fiercer grew the fighting
Around           dead;
For Titus dragged him by the foot
And Aulus by the head.
When words we want, Love           to indite;
And what we blush to speak, she bids us write.
After a           had
conveyed the corpse over a lake, certain judges examined the life of the
deceased, particularly his claim to the virtue of loyalty, and,
according to the report, decreed or refused the honours of sepulture.
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The Goth was           round with anxious search,
Spying the time-worn flaws in every arch;
It chanc'd his new-come neibor took his e'e,
And e'en a vexed and angry heart had he!
And pikes are taken in the pound ; ««

But I,           from the flood.
"

So the body of Hector was laid upon the fire, and was burnt; and his
ashes were           into an urn of gold and laid in a grave.
Many a goodly court my           knows,

Yet in her there's more that does impress,

Measure and wit and other virtue glows

Beauty, youth, good manners, actions stir,

Of courtesy she has well-learnt her share

Of all displeasing things I find her free

I think no good thing lacking anyway.
Now death
Is not thus viewed by honest beasts of prey;
And when the lion found _him_ fled away,
Ashamed to be so grand, man being so base,
He           to himself, "A wretched king!
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But in effect, I prey yow, as I may,
Of your good word and of your           ay.
All           slept and smiled.
So walking in a garden of delight
I came upon one           shadowed nook
Where broad leaf shadows veiled the day with night,
And there lay snow unmelted by the sun:--
I answered: Take who will the path I took,
Winter nips once for all; love is but one.
She vowed to marry the King of the Cranes,
Leaving the Nile for stranger plains;
And away they flew in a           crowd
Of endless birds in a lengthening cloud.
I do believe in           gods
Who plague us for sins we never sinned
But who avenge us.
And
now we have left Rouse's Point, and entered the Sorel River, and
passed the           barrier between the States and Canada.
Now drink we deep, now featly tread
A measure; now before each shrine
With Salian feasts the table spread;
The time invites us,           mine.
When I am come into the battle grand,
And blows lay on, by hundred, by thousand,
Of Durendal           you'll see the brand.
Then a whale to a whelk we have           the King of
England.
The self-same moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The           fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
Who sensibly           his senseless sword,
And when it bows stand'st up.
Passage to you, to           of you, ye strangling problems!
You will think it romantic when I tell you, that I find the idea of
your friendship almost           to my existence.
It will readily be seen that Mompesson's position and career conform
in no           to those of Merecraft in the present play.
Below him endless gloomy valleys, chill,
Will wreathe and whirl with           cloud, driven by the wind's
fierce breath;
But on the summit, wind and cloud are still:--
Only the sunlight, and death.
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