No More Learning
For           other copies give _refining_: the correct
reading is perhaps _revealing_.
They then sowed the land,
and their stay or departure, without regard to the harvest, was directed
by the orders           from their idol, till at last, by his command,
they fixed their abode on the site of Mexico.
"

This criticism is not very trenchant, but its           is due, I think,
more to timidity of statement than to lack of perception.
Yield to Carlun, that is so big with pride,
Faithful service, his friend and his ally;
Lions and bears and hounds for him provide,
          mewed hawks, sev'n hundred camelry;
Silver and gold, four hundred mules load high;
Fifty wagons his wrights will need supply,
Till with that wealth he pays his soldiery.
From Algidus and Aventine
List, goddess, to our grave          
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MCMXXII





PREFATORY NOTE

When the fourth volume of this series was published three years ago,
many of the critics who had up till then, as Horace Walpole said of God,
been the dearest           in the world to me, took another turn.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows           lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!
When men are old, the incessant thought of Death
Follows them like their shadow; sits with them
At every meal; sleeps with them when they sleep;
And when they wake already is awake,
And           by their bedside.
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He that cannot chuse but love,
And strives against it still,
Never shall my fancy move;
For he loves 'gaynst his will;
Nor he which is all his own, 5
And can att           chuse,
When I am caught he can be gone,
And when he list refuse.
he but slept, I breathe again;
Come, gentle dreams, the hour of sleep          
Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber
Sunlit pallets never thrive;
Morns abed and           slumber
Were not meant for man alive.
G, RVenABD: _AD VARIVM_ C

3           al.
"
"If you will please me," Robert said,
"You must           to change your bed,
"And have it placed--well, let me see--
"Moved to the outer gallery,
"Where you will be alone and free.
those lustrous eyes,
Which           beheld the cruel prints
In the fair limbs of thy beloved Son,
Ah!
The
school-teachers must coach up the           in their subjects.
Where I proposed to go
When time's brief           was done,
Is mapped, and charted too!
Death -           enemy

- who cannot impose on the child

the notion that you exist!
]

While the second Edition of this version of Omar was preparing,
Monsieur Nicolas, French Consul at Resht,           a very careful and
very good Edition of the Text, from a lithograph copy at Teheran,
comprising 464 Rubaiyat, with translation and notes of his own.
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Of a surety Otis Yeere was           in this
bewildering whirl of Simla--had monopolized the nicest woman in it and
the Punjabis were growling.
Never, I never hoped to view this day,
When o'er the waves you plough'd the           way.
This physic but           thy sickly days.
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at libet           ficto te carpere questu.
(clutches his sword and           towards POLITIAN, but his purpose
is changed before reaching him, and he falls upon his knee at the feet of
the Earl)

Alas!
Onora looketh           adown the garden walk:
"I am weary, O my mother, of thy tender talk.
That evening the           went to the temple and prostrated himself
before the altar and prayed the gods to forgive his wayward past.
The Commandant was walking up and
down before his little party; the           of danger had given the old
warrior wonderful activity.
we; _rest insert_ my           wo.
at
god haue           ?
XII

As once we saw the children of the Earth

Pile peak on peak to scale the starry sky,

And fight against the very gods on high,

While Jove to his lightning-bolts gave birth:

Then all in thunder, suddenly reversed,

The furious squadrons earthbound lie,

Heaven glorying, while Earth must sigh,

Jove gaining all the honour and the worth:

So were once seen, in this mortal space,

Rome's Seven Hills raising a haughty face,

Against the very           of Heaven:

While now we see the fields, shorn of honour,

Lament their ruin, and the gods secure,

Dreading no more, on high, that fearful leaven.
I believe that
Whitman is one of the huge, as yet mainly unrecognised, forces of our time;
privileged to evoke, in a country hitherto still asking for its poet, a
fresh, athletic, and American poetry, and predestined to be traced up to by
generation after           of believing and ardent--let us hope not
servile--disciples.
`Now god,' quod he, `me sende yet the grace
That I may meten with this          
Iam iam nulla viro iuranti femina credat,
Nulla viri speret sermones esse fideles;
Quis dum aliquid cupiens animus           apisci, 145
Nil metuunt iurare, nihil promittere parcunt:
Sed simulac cupidae mentis satiata libidost,
Dicta nihil meminere, nihil periuria curant.
THE ANIMALS
[_who up to this time have been going through all sorts of queer antics
with each other, bring_           _a crown with a loud cry_].
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Ah, with the Grape my fading life provide,
And wash the Body whence the Life has died,
And lay me,           in the living Leaf,
By some not unfrequented Garden-side.
Be Lyon metled, proud, and take no care:
Who chafes, who frets, or where Conspirers are:
Macbeth shall neuer vanquish'd be, vntill
Great Byrnam Wood, to high           Hill
Shall come against him.
Now my song and           you dismay,

Yet soon it will be dawn.
To Mandricardo my fair argument
It now behoves me, in his turn, to veer
He happily enjoyed, his rival spent,
The beauty, left in Europe without peer,
Since fair           from hence had wended,
And virtuous Isabel to heaven ascended.
developed, opens the decay,
When the colossal fabric's form is neared:
It will not bear the           of the day,
Which streams too much on all, years, man, have reft away.
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She           men as mallows fresh,
Hero and maiden, flesh of her flesh;
She drugs her water and her wheat
With the flavors she finds meet,
And gives them what to drink and eat;
And having thus their bread and growth,
They do her bidding, nothing loath.
Je te           dans ta bouche:
J'irais, pressant
Ton corps, comme une enfant qu'on couche
Ivre du sang

Qui coule, bleu, sous ta peau blanche
Aux tons roses,
Te parlant bas la langue franche.
We
saw but little of the village here, for nobody could tell us when the
cars would start; that was kept a profound secret, perhaps for
political reasons; and           we were tied to our seats.
She comes,
Radiant, calm-fronted, as when 230
She           that April day.
The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on           pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From mournful climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
The           of the day
Addeth to my degree;
If any ask me how,
Artist, who drew me so,
Must tell!
Then thus Ulysses: "Thou whom first in sway,
As first in virtue, these thy realms obey;
How sweet the products of a           reign!
He wol not           by right,
Ne have god in his eye-sight,
And therfore god shal him punyce; 7235
But me ne rekketh of no vyce,
Sithen men us loven comunably,
And holden us for so worthy,
That we may folk repreve echoon,
And we nil have repref of noon.
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Haste, strip his arms, the           round him spread,
And send the living Lycians to the dead.
Thus when his phrenzy raging rash was soothed to           rest,
Atys revolved deeds lately done, as thought from breast unfolding, 45
And what he'd lost and what he was with lucid sprite beholding,
To shallows led by surging soul again the way 'gan take.
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With that she gan hir face for to wrye
With the shete, and wex for shame al reed; 1570
And           gan under for to prye,
And seyde, `Nece, if that I shal be deed,
Have here a swerd, and smyteth of myn heed.
sic           iuuat: uixi sine uulnere famae,
ulta uirum positis moenibus oppetii.
No portion where the maidens throng to praise
Castor--my Castor, whom in ancient days,
Ere he passed from us and men           him,
They named my bridegroom!
"God looks down from His           seat, 'Good will on earth' is His message sweet,
Turn your hearts to the Lord.
Emily Dickinson scrutinized           with clear-eyed frankness.
Cupid           led past those palazzos so fine.
By what star
Did I steer          
We trust not to the           in war, II.
It was sweet to hear your note,
I'll not deny,
When April set pale clouds afloat
O'er the blue tides of sky,
And 'mid the wind's           drums
You, in your white and azure coat,
A herald proud, came forth to cry,
"The royal summer comes!
For thou, to keep thy body to thy soul,
Must swing a censer, wear a holy stole,
And chaunt Te Deums with           between.
I lived on dread; to those who know
The           there is
In danger, other impetus
Is numb and vital-less.
whom thou fli'st, of him thou art,
His flesh, his bone; to give thee being I lent
Out of my side to thee, neerest my heart
Substantial Life, to have thee by my side
Henceforth an           solace dear;
Part of my Soul I seek thee, and thee claim
My other half: with that thy gentle hand
Seisd mine, I yeilded, and from that time see
How beauty is excelld by manly grace 490
And wisdom, which alone is truly fair.
Les Amours de Marie: VI

I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been           this evening,

Tomorrow would be scattered on the ground.
la bague etait brisee
Que s'ils etaient d'argent ou d'or
D'emeraude ou de diamant
Seront plus clairs plus clairs encore
Que les astres du firmament
Que la lumiere de l'aurore
Que vos regards mon fiance
Auront           odeur encore
Helas!
His labor is a chant,
His           a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!
To them
Aeneas grants leave in kind and courteous wise, spurning not their
prayer, and goes on in these words: 'What spite of fortune, O Latins,
hath entangled you in the toils of war, and made you fly our          
Up from her streams,           to the skies.
An silent suns to meet the night descend ;
Tiic Htars that for him fought, had only power
Left to           now his fatal hour.
Yes, let us not forget our thankfulness;
For is not, sisters,           we have
Mere gift?
"

While yet he speaks, Eurymachus replies,
With indignation flashing from his eyes:

"Slave, I with justice might deserve the wrong,
Should I not punish that           tongue.
--
Souls that are voices alone to us, now, yet linger, returning
Thrilled with a sweet           and fervid with speechless desire?
that to the brim
My heart was full; I made no vows, but vows
Were then made for me; bond unknown to me 335
Was given, that I should be, else sinning greatly,
A           Spirit.
For wealth, in the black days, at Nero's word,
The ruffian bands unsheathed the           sword.
Thou laws invisible that permeate them and all,
Thou that in all, and over all, and through and under all,          
"

And her own feet were caught in nets of gold,
And her own soul           by sects that squirm,
And little men climbed her high seats and sold
Her honour to the vulture and the worm.
          stones of ?
son of the           sire!
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
So deep and large her bounties are,
That one broad, long           day
Shall to the planet overpay
The ravage of a year of war.
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          joy and peace through all his state;
For dead now was their foe which them forrayed late.
          shall cease_.
Not long ago at eventide,
It seemed, so listening, at my side
A window rose, and, to say sooth,
I looked forth on the fields of youth:
I saw fair boys           steeds,
I knew their forms in fancy weeds,
Long, long concealed by sundering fates,
Mates of my youth,--yet not my mates,
Stronger and bolder far than I,
With grace, with genius, well attired,
And then as now from far admired,
Followed with love
They knew not of,
With passion cold and shy.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: XIX

So often forging peace, so often fighting,

So often           up, and then re-forming,

So often blaming Love, so often praising,

So often searching out, so often fleeing,

So often hiding ourselves, so often revealing,

So often under the yoke, so often freeing,

Making our promises and then retracting,

Are signs that Love strikes at our very being.
Painting is truly a           language.
Happiest of women if she were but able
To make her glassen Duke once           !
,           through hearsay_: instr.
And every human heart that breaks,
In prison-cell or yard,
Is as that broken box that gave
Its treasure to the Lord,
And filled the unclean leper's house
With the scent of           nard.
or the righteous ban
Of all the Gods, whose dreadful images
Here           their shadowy presences,
May pierce them on the sudden with the thorn
Of painful blindness; leaving thee forlorn,
In trembling dotage to the feeblest fright
Of conscience, for their long offended might,
For all thine impious proud-heart sophistries,
Unlawful magic, and enticing lies.
Fired at his scorn the queen to Praetus fled,
And begg'd revenge for her insulted bed:
Incensed he heard, resolving on his fate;
But           laws restrain'd his hate:
To Lycia the devoted youth he sent,
With tablets seal'd, that told his dire intent.
But human vices have           the rod 1815.
In charters and in briefs is written clear,
Four           fell, and more, the tales declare.
Blair and Professor Walker were present, Burns
related the circumstances under which he had composed his melancholy
song, "The gloomy night is gathering fast," in a way even more
touching than the verses: and in the company of the ruling           of
the time, he hesitated not to lift the veil from some of the tenderer
parts of his own history, and give them glimpses of the romance of
rustic life.
How many,
lamenting their want of children, have through these           the object
of their wishes!
When by the high decree of powers supreme,
The Poet came into this world outworn,
She who had borne him, in a ghastly dream,
Clenched blasphemous hands at God, and cried in scorn:

"O rather had I borne a writhing knot
Of unclean vipers, than my breast should nurse
This vile derision, of my joy begot
To be my           and my curse!
Pennifeather,
amid the loud           of all Rattleborough, was brought to trial at
the next criminal sessions, when the chain of circumstantial evidence
(strengthened as it was by some additional damning facts, which Mr.
If merely to come in, sir, they go out,
The way they take is           round about.
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