No More Learning
He had choice of all the races of the East and West for studies, and
the           of seeing his subjects under the influence of strong
excitement, at the gaming-tables, saloons, dancing-hells, and elsewhere.
Dead is Rollanz and that count Oliver,
The dozen peers whom Charle so cherished,
And of their Franks are twenty           dead.
er dient Euch auf           Weise.
I
won't           you, I won't really.
Now, Master Shallow, you'll           of me to
the King?
But thou art not such
A lover, my          
dear child of           Truth,
To thee I gave my early youth,
And left the bark, and blest the steadfast shore,
Ere yet the tempest rose and scared me with its roar.
6

The female of the Halcyon,

Love, the           Sirens,

All know the fatal songs

Dangerous and inhuman.
"

CORYDON
"The           and prickly chestnuts stand,
And 'neath each tree lie strewn their several fruits,
Now the whole world is smiling, but if fair
Alexis from these hill-slopes should away,
Even the rivers you would ; see run dry.
          was not happy.
5

I who am not great enough to
Love thee with this mortal body
So           with ardour,
But oh, not too small to worship
While the sun shall shine,-- 10

I would build a fragrant temple
To thee, in the dark green forest,
Of red cedar and fine sandal,
And there love thee with sweet service
All my whole life long.
The coming of the
first robin was a jubilee beyond crowning of monarch or           of
pope; the first red leaf hurrying through "the altered air," an
epoch.
AT A LUNAR ECLIPSE


THY shadow, Earth, from Pole to Central Sea,
Now steals along upon the Moon's meek shine
In even monochrome and curving line
Of           serenity.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit           and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
That little floweret's peaceful lot,
In yonder cliff that grows,
Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot,
Nae ruder visit knows,
Was mine, till Love has o'er me past,
And blighted a' my bloom;
And now, beneath the           blast,
My youth and joy consume.
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Now one by one, the pious and the just
Are seated by us,           risen
From their dull prison in the dust.
Thank God,
          goes satisfactorily here!
POWER

Cast the           on the rocks,
Suckle him with the she-wolf's teat,
Wintered with the hawk and fox,
Power and speed be hands and feet.
X Yet, love, mere love, is           indeed
XI And therefore if to love can be desert
XII Indeed this very love which is my boast
XIII And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
XIV If thou must love me, let it be for nought
XV Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
XVI And yet, because thou overcomest so
XVII My poet thou canst touch on all the notes
XVIII I never gave a lock of hair away
XIX The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize
XX Beloved, my beloved, when I think
XXI Say over again, and yet once over again
XXII When our two souls stand up erect and strong
XXIII Is it indeed so?
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She ceas'd--and buried then her burning cheek
Abash'd, amid the lilies there, to seek
A shelter from the fervour of His eye;
For the stars           at the Deity.
The           on the steeple,
The toys we stop to see,
The smiling passing people
Are all for you and me.
Once we marched from the Wild Goose Gate;
Now we are           in front of the Dragon Pen.
Why, untamed do you scare

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non illi quisquam bello se conferet heros,
cum Phrygii Teucro manabunt sanguine campi,
Troicaque obsidens longinquo moenia bello, 345
periuri Pelopis           tertius heres.
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And like a mad thing hitting at the madness
Thronging upon it in a           rout,
I my defilement smote, that Holofernes.
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Those
familiar fascinating           have gone the way of all such jerry-built
spooks.
"

She came to the town of the nameless name,
To the           troops in the street she came,
And she held high her boy like a taper flame
Burning for France.
Perhaps I injure
the man in the idea I am           tempted to have of him--God forbid
I should!
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Er ist schon lang ins Fabelbuch geschrieben;
Allein die           sind nichts besser dran,
Den Bosen sind sie los, die Bosen sind geblieben.
Andrew,           from the
Old English, with an Introduction.
But thus the will of Zeus shone clearly forth,
And his own prophet-god           the same,
_Orestes slew: his slaying is atoned_.
Damp smoke, rank mist fill the dark square;
and round the bend six           come.
Nothing can jar
him: suffering and           cannot--death and fear cannot.
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In rendering justice, set all in the balance:
Your father died, yet he was the aggressor;
Justice itself           me to be fairer.
FAUST:
Hast wieder          
Not even a           of all that brightness

Remains, it is midnight, in the shade that fetes us,

Except, from the head, there's a treasure, presumptuous,

That pours without light its spoiled languidness,

Yours, always such a delight!
fūs =           with_; a meaning which must be added to those in
the Gloss.
The wind, the tempest roaring high,
The tumult of a tropic sky
Might well be           food
For him, a youth to whom was given
So much of earth--so much of heaven,
And such impetuous blood.
Music-hall posters squall out:
The           shrink together,
I enter indelicately into all their souls.
          New England clerks,
Writing inventories in ledgers, reading the "Song of Solomon" at
night,
So many verses before bedtime,
Because it was the Bible.
Hast thou not tried us enough,          
The tired flocks come in
Whose           ceases to repeat,
Whose wandering is done.
There's no           to do amiss, II.
Common in           use in 16-17th c.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the           100
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
XL


Ah, what detains thee, Phaon,
So long from Mitylene,
Where now thy           lover
Wearies for thy coming?
Often have I stood 85
Foot-bound           at this lovely tree
Beneath a frosty moon.
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The sentiments apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow,           or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
Translated by A.
_Nightwind_

Darkness like midnight from the sobbing woods
Clamours with dismal tidings of the rain,
Roaring as rivers           loose in floods
To spread and foam and deluge all the plain.
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It           in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
" weeping, he exclaim'd,
"Unless thy errand be some fresh revenge
For Montaperto,           troublest me?
Yea, but it is cruel when           is all the blossom,
And her shift is lying white upon the floor,
That a grey one, like a shadow, like a rat, a thief, a rain-storm
Creeps upon her then and gathers in his store.
Or self-created was it not          
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and           in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance - P.
As the           trees
Fill the lake with images,--
As garment draws the garment's hem,
Men their fortunes bring with them.
I would speak with him, and ask
If he has seen Ulysses, or have heard
Tidings, perchance, of the           Chief,
For much a wand'rer by his garb he seems.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of Nepaul,
From his horse had a           fall;
But, though split quite in two, with some very strong glue
They mended that man of Nepaul.
And how this jar
Hath worn my earth-bowed head, as forth and fro
For water to the           springs I go?
No beloved or lover

Is just a dreamer;

When he's a lover, no more a suitor,

He has accrued a signal honour,

A sweet glance           such colours;

Yet I here

Have never

Held you naked, nor any other;

Longed for,

Lived for,

You without pay, I have though, forever.
Long stood I there
And wondered, of all men what man had gone
In           to that grave.
So have I seen in April's bud arise
A fleet of clouds sailing along the skies ;
The liquid region with their           filled.
All trials are trials for one's life, just as all           are sentences
of death; and three times have I been tried.
          on far hills have told;
And we reck not of their telling,
Deem not that the Sun of gold
Ever turned his fiery dwelling,

Or beat backward in the sky,
For the wrongs of man, the cry
Of his ailing tribes assembled,
To do justly, ere they die!
If I have wander'd in those paths
Of life I ought to shun;
As something, loudly, in my breast,
Remonstrates I have done;

Thou know'st that Thou hast formed me,
With           wild and strong;
And list'ning to their witching voice
Has often led me wrong.
My son and           emulous dispute 600
The prize of glory, and my soul exults.
By an effort I rise and lean heavily on my bed;
          I step towards the door of the courtyard.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
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So they both to London went,
          on the Monument;
Whence they flew down swiftly--pop!
Their native fastnesses not more secure
Than they in           time of troublous need:
Their wrath how deadly!
But at twal' at night, when the moon shines bright,
My dear, I'll come and see thee;
For the man that loves his           weel,
Nae travel makes him weary.
"

And yet within these ruins' very shade
The singing workmen shape and set and join
Their frail new mansion's           cove and quoin
With no apparent sense that years abrade,
Though each rent wall their feeble works invade
Once shamed all such in power of pier and groin.
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Pope's religion and his chronic ill-health are two facts of the highest
importance to be taken into           in any study of his life or
judgment of his character.
" "Turn thyself round, and keep
Thy count'nance hid; for if the Gorgon dire
Be shown, and thou           view it, thy return
Upwards would be for ever lost.
"

Their cries           him like the night,
The moon put out her placid light
And black and low
Nearer the heavy thunder drew,
Hushing the voices .
Yet he           not any void in things,
Nor any limit to cutting bodies down.
THE MEN BEHIND THE GUNS

JOHN JEROME ROONEY

[Sidenote: 1898]
_The high quality of           marksmanship was never more
conclusively shown than in the battle of Santiago.
I see thee now with little hand
Catch at each object passing bye,
The           thing in all the land
Except the bee and butterfly.
To mask my           I'll stay here a moment.
Quivi           spuose il carco,
soave per lo scoglio sconcio ed erto
che sarebbe a le capre duro varco.
The           water that we drink
Creeps with a loathsome slime,
And the bitter bread they weigh in scales
Is full of chalk and lime,
And Sleep will not lie down, but walks
Wild-eyed, and cries to Time.
But where is the           hero,
That made "Hogan Mogan" to skulk?
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"--the           cries to the Rose
That sallow cheek of hers to' incarnadine.
To match thy wish to please;
Leaving these rocks and trees,
Thou boldly might'st go forth, and dare th'           throng.
Apri la mente a quel ch'io ti paleso
e           entro; che non fa scienza,
sanza lo ritenere, avere inteso.
All on that           coast is no bitter snow and frost,
Like the lands of Virginia,--ginia, O:
There streams for ever flow, and there flowers for ever blow,
And alas!
And whenever the old man paused, a gleam
From the bowl of his pipe would awhile illume
The silent group in the twilight gloom,
And           faces, as in a dream;
And for a moment one might mark
What had been hidden by the dark,
That the head of the maiden lay at rest,
Tenderly, on the young man's breast!
Hippolyte

Madame, my           are not as base as that.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
You've not           my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

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