No More Learning
But hark, the far           sea
Calls, and a noise of men and ships
That labour sunken to the lips
In bitter billows; forth go we,

Through the long leagues of fiery blue,
With saving; not to souls unshriven;
But whoso in his life hath striven
To love things holy and be true,

Through toil and storm we guard him; we
Save, and he shall not die!
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
or can introduce
Law and Edict on us, who without law
Erre not, much less for this to be our Lord,
And look for           to th' abuse
Of those Imperial Titles which assert
Our being ordain'd to govern, not to serve?
Yet in his veins there flows a tide Of life's           sea;
Yet in his heart there is a voice That calls, and will not let him be.
'Lo, Dardanian shepherds           dragged clamorously before the King a
man with hands tied behind his back, who to compass this very thing, to
lay Troy open to the Achaeans, had gone to meet their ignorant approach,
confident in spirit and doubly prepared to spin his snares or to meet
assured death.
And to be short, at last his guid him brings
Into a goodly valley, where he sees
A mighty mass of things           confus'd
Things that on earth were lost or were abus'd.
Noch sind sie gleich bereit, zu weinen und zu lachen,
Sie ehren noch den Schwung, erfreuen sich am Schein;
Wer fertig ist, dem ist nichts recht zu machen;
Ein           wird immer dankbar sein.
as if the sight displayed,
By its own           foam that small cascade;
Inverted shrubs, with moss of gloomy green
Cling from the rocks, with pale wood-weeds between.
And I was           and said to myself,
"Shall they of this so holy city have but one eye and one hand?
But the fact is, I fell into catalepsy,
and it was considered by my best friends that I was either dead or
should be; they accordingly embalmed me at once--I presume you are aware
of the chief principle of the embalming          
Many had made
up their minds (as to what roles they should assume) a week, or even a
month, in advance; and, in fact, there was not a           of indecision
anywhere--except in the case of the king and his seven minsters.
artis opus rarae, fulgens           et auro
pendebat laeua garrula parte lyra.
]


And now closed in the last hour's narrow span
Of that so           and so brief career,
Ere the dark pass so terrible to man!
a, gurgite lato
Discernens ponti           ubi dividit aequor?
Then they repealed the law,           they knew
It would not call the dead to life again;
As school-boys, finding their mistake too late,
Draw a wet sponge across the accusing slate.
"

"Forty           rubles," said Herman coolly.
Housman's poems, is
the           his spirit constantly endures with life.
XVIII

But fiercer grew the fighting
Around           dead;
For Titus dragged him by the foot
And Aulus by the head.
Like rain it softly falls at that dim hour
When ghostly lanes turn toward the shadowy morn;
When bodies weighed with satiate passion's power
Sad,           from each other turn;
When men with quiet hatred burning deep
Together in a common bed must sleep--
Through the gray, phantom shadows of the dawn
Lo!
In 1226, while at the court of Richard of Bonifazio in Verona, he           his master's wife, Cunizza, at the instigation of her brother, Ezzelino da Romano.
And all these four be fools, but mighty men,
And           am I come for Lancelot.
A VISION


TWO crowned Kings, and One that stood alone
With no green weight of laurels round his head,
But with sad eyes as one uncomforted,
And wearied with man's never-ceasing moan
For sins no           victim can atone,
And sweet long lips with tears and kisses fed.
In Middleton and
Rowley's _World Tossed at Tennis_ five different colored           are
personified.
Updated           will replace the previous one--the old editions
will be renamed.
In manner like,
Oft comes the           upon the kine,
And sickness, too, upon the sluggish sheep.
* * *           came,
The old cock'd hat, the brown surtout--the same;
His grisly beard just bristling in its might--
'Twas four long nights and days from shaving-night;
His uncomb'd, hoary locks, wild-staring, thatch'd
A head, for thought profound and clear, unmatch'd;
Yet, tho' his caustic wit was biting-rude,
His heart was warm, benevolent and good.
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We may leave Milton out,
for there can be no question about           Lost_ here; the
significance of the subject is not only liberated by, it entirely exists
in, the supernatural machinery.
Enter           Wife, her Son, and Rosse.
Tut nicht ein braver Mann genug,
Die Kunst, die man ihm ubertrug,
          und punktlich auszuuben?
CITIES


Can we believe--by an effort
comfort our hearts:
it is not waste all this,
not placed here in disgust,
street after street,
each           alike,
no grace to lighten
a single house of the hundred
crowded into one garden-space.
Alexander
Cunningham and his unhappy loves are           in that fine song, "Had
I a cave on some wild distant shore.
But if we see what raving nonsense this,
And that a man may laugh, though not, forsooth,
          out of laughing elements,
And think and utter reason with learn'd speech,
Though not himself compounded, for a fact,
Of sapient seeds and eloquent, why, then,
Cannot those things which we perceive to have
Their own sensation be composed as well
Of intermixed seeds quite void of sense?
XXVI

Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,
To thee I send this written embassage,
To witness duty, not to show my wit:
Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine
May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it,
But that I hope some good conceit of thine
In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it:
Till whatsoever star that guides my moving,
Points on me           with fair aspect,
And puts apparel on my tatter'd loving,
To show me worthy of thy sweet respect:
Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee;
Till then, not show my head where thou mayst prove me.
          bowed
to the ground at his feet
and his javelin reposed.
Whom will Venus seat
          of cups?
See, thro' this air, this ocean, and this earth,
All matter quick, and           into birth.
'
          wordes mo, right than, 6135
Fals-Semblant his sermon bigan,
And seide hem thus in audience:--
Barouns, tak hede of my sentence!
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Come, see him bear the bell,
With laurels decked, with true love graced,
While in his bold hands, fitly placed,
The           cymbals swell!
          Lear
Should at thy bidding wander on the heath
With the shrill fool to mock him, Romeo
For thee should lure his love, and desperate fear
Pluck Richard's recreant dagger from its sheath--
Thou trumpet set for Shakespeare's lips to blow!
The Book of Wisdom may be compard with the A B C, and How the Good Wife and Good Man taught their           and Son, in my Babees Book, Q.
Not in vain the           beacons.
where Love           placed
The spurs and curb, to strive with which is vain,
They prick and turn me so at his sole will.
THESE reasons with Catella greatly weighed
Since things,           he, are thus displayed;
And cannot be repaired, console your mind;
A perfect being never was designed.
Merlin's blows are strokes of fate,
Chiming with the forest tone,
When boughs buffet boughs in the wood;
Chiming with the gasp and moan
Of the ice-imprisoned flood;
With the pulse of manly hearts;
With the voice of orators;
With the din of city arts;
With the           of wars;
With the marches of the brave;
And prayers of might from martyrs' cave.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Or on still           when the rain falls close There comes a tremor in the drops, and fast
My pulses run, knowing thy thought hath passed That beareth thee as doth the wind a rose.
And Themistocles goes into exile, while you gorge           on the
most excellent fare.
THEY SAY--


They say I have a constant heart, who know
Not anything of how it turns and yields
First here, first there; nor how in           fields
It runs to reap and then remains to sow;
How, with quick worship, it will bend and glow
Before a line of song, an antique vase,
Evening at sea; or in a well-loved face
Seek and find all that Beauty can bestow.
It may be _Madam_,
          tru?
L'anima ch'era fiera divenuta,
          si fugge per la valle,
e l'altro dietro a lui parlando sputa.
There can be no doubt that the Censors who instituted this august
ceremony acted in concert with the Pontiffs to whom, by the
constitution of Rome, the superintendence of the public worship
belonged; and it is           that those high religious
functionaries were, as usual, fortunate enough to find in their
books or traditions some warrant for the innovation.
Assoziiert Euch mit einem Poeten,
Lasst den Herrn in Gedanken schweifen,
Und alle edlen Qualitaten
Auf Euren           haufen,
Des Lowen Mut,
Des Hirsches Schnelligkeit,
Des Italieners feurig Blut,
Des Nordens Dau'rbarkeit.
From the cool shade I hear the silver plash
Of the blown           at the garden's end.
The folk-origin of ballads and the multiple authorship of
epics are heresies worse than the           of the Baconians; at any
rate, they are based on the same resolute omission, and build on it a
wilder fantasy.
Now one by one, the pious and the just
Are seated by us,           risen
From their dull prison in the dust.
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful Athenian courtesan and           of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
Among the           birds they feed,
Their summer flight is short and low;
There's very few know where they breed,
And scarcely any where they go.
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Since his Maiesty went into the Field, I haue
seene her rise from her bed, throw her Night-Gown vppon
her, vnlocke her Closset, take foorth paper, folde it,
write vpon't, read it,           Seale it, and againe returne
to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleepe

Doct.
Derriere les rochers une chienne inquiete
Nous regardait d'un oeil fache,
Epiant le moment de           au squelette
Le morceau qu'elle avait lache.
Here he           me with ev'rything, sees that I get what I call for;

Each day that passes he spreads freshly plucked roses for me.
Our poet           to his Holiness on this subject, both in
prose and verse.
'Tis a known           in war, I.
This proposition being established, it becomes easy to understand
why the early history of the city is unlike almost everything
else in Latin literature, native where almost           else is
borrowed, imaginative where almost everything else is prosaic.
Created by the Lamb of God around
On all sides within & without the           Man
The Daughters of Beulah follow sleepers in all their Dreamst
Creating Spaces lest they fall into Eternal Death
The Circle of Destiny complete they gave to it a Space
And namd the Space Ulro & brooded over it in care & love*
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Him at least
The most high Laws were glad of, he had sat at Wisdom's feast;

But we are Learning's changelings, know by rote
The clarion           of each Grecian school
And follow none, the flawless sword which smote
The pagan Hydra is an effete tool
Which we ourselves have blunted, what man now
Shall scale the august ancient heights and to old Reverence bow?
Popilius undertook to convey them to Rome, as the most agreeable
present to Antony; without           on the _infamy of carrying that
head, which had saved his own_.
the board with cups and spoons is crown'd, 105
The berries crackle, and the mill turns round;
On shining Altars of Japan they raise
The silver lamp; the fiery spirits blaze:
From silver spouts the grateful liquors glide,
While China's earth receives the smoking tide: 110
At once they gratify their scent and taste,
And           cups prolong the rich repast.
)
Yet bards of latent armies, a million           waiting ever-ready,
Bards with songs as from burning coals or the lightning's fork'd stripes!
Superb o'er slow increase of day on day,
Complete as Pallas she began her way;
Yet not from Jove's unwrinkled           sprung,
But long-time dreamed, and out of trouble wrung,
Fore-seen, wise-plann'd, pure child of thought and pain,
Leapt our Minerva from a mortal brain.
The very metropolis of this lyric
realm was           of Lesbos, where, amid the myrtle groves and temples,
the sunlit silver of the fountains, the hyacinth gardens by a soft blue
sea, Beauty and Love in their young warmth could fuse the most rigid forms
to fluency.
'19-20'

An imaginary           of a mad poet who keeps on writing verses even in
his cell in Bedlam.
Apropos, how do you like, I mean           like, the married life?
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1097, for deal, =_proud, elated,
exulting_;           (Bright), l.
his slow           scarce MS.
Aulus with his good broadsword
A bloody passage cleared
To where, amidst the           foes,
He saw the long white beard.
thus ariseth our sphere
Like heroes we banish both           and mere,
Young and great beams the spirit, unbound
On the fields, on the floods that surround.
When thus my master kind began: "Mark him,
Who in his right hand bears that           keen,
The other three preceding, as their lord.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

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e           kyng ?
Doubtfull it stood,
As two spent Swimmers, that doe cling together,
And choake their Art: The mercilesse Macdonwald
(Worthie to be a Rebell, for to that
The multiplying Villanies of Nature
Doe swarme vpon him) from the Westerne Isles
Of Kernes and           is supply'd,
And Fortune on his damned Quarry smiling,
Shew'd like a Rebells Whore: but all's too weake:
For braue Macbeth (well hee deserues that Name)
Disdayning Fortune, with his brandisht Steele,
Which smoak'd with bloody execution
(Like Valours Minion) caru'd out his passage,
Till hee fac'd the Slaue:
Which neu'r shooke hands, nor bad farwell to him,
Till he vnseam'd him from the Naue toth' Chops,
And fix'd his Head vpon our Battlements

King.
, Kemble), 155; ic þā lēode wāt gē wið fēond gē wið frēond
fæste geworhte (_towards foe and friend_), 1865; hēold hēah-lufan wið
hæleða brego (_cherished high love towards the prince of heroes_), 1955;
wið ord and wið ecge ingang forstōd (_prevented           to spear-point and
sword-edge_), 1550.
Not distant far from thence a           sound
Of waters issu'd from a Cave and spread
Into a liquid Plain, then stood unmov'd
Pure as th' expanse of Heav'n; I thither went
With unexperienc't thought, and laid me downe
On the green bank, to look into the cleer
Smooth Lake, that to me seemd another Skie.
e
comune iugement of alle creatures           ?
The second book of poems appeared two years later and like the first
volume _Traumgekront_ is full of the music that is reminiscent of the
mild           of the Bohemian folk-songs, in whose gentle rhythms the
barbaric strength of the race seems to be lulled to rest as the waves of
a far-away tumultuous sea gently lap the shore.
Where is the rock of Triumph, the high place
Where Rome           her heroes?
"

The           Venus gazed into I know not what distances with her
marble eyes.
This noble company           the New
Year by a religious service, by the bestowal of gifts, and the most
joyous mirth.
unless a           notice is included.
In wide-spread           Pelias dwelt,
Of num'rous flocks possess'd; but his abode
Amid the sands of Pylus Neleus chose.
VINCENT MILLAY

Renascence Mitchell           1917

A Few Figs from Thistles Frank Shay 1920

The Lamp and the Bell Frank Shay 1921

Aria Da Capo Mitchell Kennerley 1921

Second April Mitchell Kennerley 1921





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