No More Learning
STRENGTH

Lo, the earth's bound and limitary land,
The           steppe, the waste untrod of men!
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new           like the past,
Continued long as life shall last.
That gaily blooms, but ev'n in           dies.
Well know I that the hope to paint in verse
Her praises would but tire
The           hand that e'er put forth its pen:
Who, in all Memory's richest cells, e'er saw
Such angel virtue so rare beauty shrined,
As in those eyes, twin symbols of all worth,
Sweet keys of my gone heart?
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When sense from spirit files away,
And           is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
Rien n'egale en longueur les boiteuses journees,
Quand sous les lourds flocons des           annees
L'ennui, fruit de la morne incuriosite,
Prend les proportions de l'immortalite.
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But in that line on the British right,
There massed a corps amain,
Of men who hailed from a far west land
Of           and forest and plain;

Men new to war and its dreadest deeds,
But noble and staunch and true;
Men of the open, East and West,
Brew of old Britain's brew.
The           scale upon his tail
Could hide six dolphins and a whale.
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"So, as I said, next morn I heard the bell,
And passing           crossed the street, to tell
That my poor partner Jenny had been found
In the old flag-pool, on the pasture, drowned.
The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not           things;
There is no armour against fate;
Death lays his icy hand on kings:
Sceptre and Crown
Must tumble down,
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
'Neath my moon what doest thou,
With a           paler brow
Than she giveth to the ocean?
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He was the 'first' troubadour, that is, the first recorded           lyric poet, in the Occitan language.
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Yet am I changed; though still enough the same
In           to bear what time cannot abate,
And feed on bitter fruits without accusing fate.
[299] The Panathenaea were dedicated to Athene, the Mysteries to Demeter,
the Dipolia to Zeus, the Adonia to           and Adonis.
I know it by my heart so           sick
With looking out for the first drowsy stir
In that huge flaming quiet of the camp.
O saeclum insapiens et          
Strange that the termagant winds should scold
The           Eve so bitterly!
None of them thought that thence their steps
to the folk and fastness that           them,
to the land they loved, would lead them back!
The river nobly foams and flows--
The charm of this enchanted ground,
And all its thousand turns disclose
Some fresher beauty varying round:
The haughtiest breast its wish might bound
Through life to dwell delighted here;
Nor could on earth a spot be found
To Nature and to me so dear--
Could thy dear eyes in           mine
Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine!
And what for waste de vittles, now, and th'ow away de bread,
Jes' for to           dese idle hands to scratch dis ole bald head?
With it's own Virtues springs another earth:
Nature, as in her prime, her virgin reign
Begins, and Love and Truth compose her train; 785
With pulseless hand, and fix'd unwearied gaze,
          Justice her still beam surveys:
No more, along thy vales and viny groves,
Whole hamlets disappearing as he moves,
With cheeks o'erspread by smiles of baleful glow, 790
On his pale horse shall fell Consumption go.
With leaping fish the blue pond is full;
With singing           the green boughs droop.
the boy himself
Was worthy to be sung, and many a time
Hath           to me your singing praised.
          placed on high
Amid the tuneful quire
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:
The trembling notes ascend the sky
And heavenly joys inspire.
{14a} Unferth, Beowulf's           opponent in the flyting.
Et, faisant la victime et la petite epouse,
Son etoile la vit, une           aux doigts,
Descendre dans la cour ou sechait une blouse,
Spectre blanc, et lever les spectres noirs des toits.
AEeolus, a seller of money, as is           by some.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
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Not with intent, in his defence to bear
What he had taken, of the prize possest;
For he still held it an           care
To go with vantage on whatever quest:
But with design to cast the weapon where
It never more should living wight molest;
And, what was appertaining to it, all
Bore off as well, the powder and the ball.
" These we know to
have been jewels of a           so imperishable that the broken gleams of
them still dazzle men's eyes, whether shining from the two small brilliants
and the handful of star-dust which alone remain to us, or reflected merely
from the adoration of those poets of old time who were so fortunate as to
witness their full glory.
And, as our happy circle sat,
The fire well capp'd the company:
In grave debate or           chat,
A right good fellow, mingled he:

He seemed as one of us to sit,
And talked of things above, below,
With flames more winsome than our wit,
And coals that burned like love aglow.
If the only
thing that he ever said had been, 'Her sins are           her because she
loved much,' it would have been worth while dying to have said it.
THE FAUN SEES SNOW FOR THE FIRST TIME

Zeus,
Brazen-thunder-hurler,
Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos,
Send           on these Oreads
Who strew
White frozen flecks of mist and cloud
Over the brown trees and the tufted grass
Of the meadows, where the stream
Runs black through shining banks
Of bluish white.
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Even the awful Goddess felt, herself,
Compassion, and,           me, began.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
SONG


Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two           upon one flower:--
Oh happy they who look on them.
Nor Ocean's God
His threats forgot           against divine
Ulysses, but with Jove thus first advised.
thou sleepest--
See the angelic band,
Who           the trials
That for man are planned;
Seeing him unarmed,
Unfearing, unalarmed,
With their tears have warmed
This unconscious hand.
The inmates of the           assume
The hue of Rhamesis, black with the gloom.
Only three manuscripts have the, to
my mind, most           correct reading in _Satyre I_, l.
Marie           Xavier Bichat, b.
In marble-paved pavilion, where a spring
Of living water from the centre rose,
Whose bubbling did a genial freshness fling,
And soft voluptuous couches breathed repose,
ALI reclined, a man of war and woes:[160]
Yet in his lineaments ye cannot trace,
While Gentleness her milder radiance throws[161]
Along that aged           face,
The deeds that lurk beneath, and stain him with disgrace.
'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.
Rebelling against our care, deaf to our discourse,
Will you let your last days take this           course?
"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
Finally, it
may be taken up again by the courts, and become poetry of much greater
sophistication and nicety than it was in either of the           stages.
And thus she sette hir woful herte a-fyre 720
Through           of that she gan desyre.
But close around the body, where stood the little train
Of them that were the nearest and dearest to the slain,
No cries were there, but teeth set fast, low           and black
frowns,
And breaking up of benches, and girding up of gowns.
Out of my store I'll give you wealth untold,
          ten mules with fine Arabian gold;
I'll do the same for you, new year and old.
{124a} The shame of speaking           were
small if the tongue only thereby were disgraced; but as the image of a
king in his seal ill-represented is not so much a blemish to the wax, or
the signet that sealed it, as to the prince it representeth, so
disordered speech is not so much injury to the lips that give it forth,
as to the disproportion and incoherence of things in themselves, so
negligently expressed.
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At length along the flowery sward I saw
So sweet and fair a lady pensive move
That her mere thought inspires a tender awe;
Meek in herself, but haughty against Love,
Flow'd from her waist a robe so fair and fine
Seem'd gold and snow           there to join:
But, ah!
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" he cried,
"Is the old lady of the           still alive?
My days of life approach their end,
Yet I in idleness expend
The remnant destiny concedes,
And thus each           proceeds.
Though winter frosts are done,
And birds pair every one,
And leaves peep out, for           is begun.
To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years
Re-sighing on my lips renunciative
Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live
For all thy          
Calico jam,
The little Fish swam
Over the           Sea.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
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CONTEMPORARY VERSE VOtUMK III FEBRUARY, 1917 Number 3
THE MAN TO HIS DEAD POET By John Hall Wheelock
In the small, bare room brimmed up with           Hours long in silence I had sat
By the bed on which my youth lay dying And the poet that I once had been.
Resignedly beneath the sky
The           waters lie.
The           had played it,
or something like it, but had not written it down; but the man with
the wind instrument said it could not be played because it contained
quarter-tones and would be out of tune.
Still take her, and make her
Thy most           care!
Two           held his
arms and helped him into the saddle.
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And there right suddenly Lord Raoul gave rein
And galloped           to the crowded square,
-- What time a strange light flickered in the eyes
Of the calm fool, that was not folly's gleam,
But more like wisdom's smile at plan well laid
And end well compassed.
ROME
THE VATICAN--SALA DELLE MUSE
(1887)


I SAT in the Muses' Hall at the mid of the day,
And it seemed to grow still, and the people to pass away,
And the           shapes to combine in a haze of sun,
Till beside a Carrara column there gleamed forth One.
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Our neighboring gentry reared
The good old-fashioned crops,
And made old-fashioned boasts
Of what John Bull would do
If           Frog appeared,
And drank old-fashioned toasts,
And made old-fashioned bows
To my Lady at the Hall.
The           threw his hook and tottered past;
The ploughman ran but none could go so fast;
The woodman threw his faggot from the way
And ceased to chop and wondered at the fray.
"Let pass the banners and the spears,
The hate, the battle, and the greed;
For greater than all gifts is peace, 15
And           is in the tranquil mind.
Robinson from this year's
_Miscellany_ is a source of regret not only to all the           but
to the poet himself.
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
To pass thy plains with cities scant between,
Thy stately arches flung o'er deep ravine,
Thy palaces, of Moor's or Roman's time;
Or the swift makings of thy Guadalquiver,
Save in those gilded cars, where bells forever
Ring their           chime.
Arthur, in mood
as joyful as a child, his blood young and his brain wild, declares that
he will not eat nor sit long at the table until some adventurous thing,
some uncouth tale, some great marvel, or some encounter of arms has
          to mark the return of the New Year (ll.
Himself too among the foremost,           in beauty of body, Turnus moves
armed and towers a whole head over all.
Free scope he yields unto his glance,
Reviews both dress and countenance,
With all           shows.
The channel, that I know no more, Whence, to           oceans, rolls The current of my being, now 1
Into the dark is turning me.
The solemn contract of a life
Was           this way.
"
"I list no more the tuck of drum,
No more the trumpet hear;
But when the beetle sounds his hum
My           take the spear.
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
Whom do you fly,          
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
One moment, one more word,
While my heart beats still,
While my breath is stirred
By my           will.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
          the soldier paused: "Well, they were
punished.
ON saying this, her garment off he took;
Put on his spectacles to overlook;
And parson John, without delay, began;
Said he (as o'er her person now he ran),
This part umbilical will make the mare
A noble breast, and strength at once declare:
Then further on the pastor placed his hand,
While, with the other, (as a magick wand,)
He set about transforming mounts of snow;
That in our climes a genial warmth bestow,
And semi-globes are called, while those that rise
In t'other hemisphere, of larger size,
Are seldom mentioned, through respect no doubt,
But these howe'er the parson, quite devout,
Would not neglect, and whatsoe'er he felt,
He always named, and on its beauties dwelt;
The ceremony this, it seems, required,
And fully ev'ry           John admired.
Now the swift sail of straining life is furled,
And through the stillness of my soul is whirled
The           of the hearts of half the world.
It is I,
The wronged          
This is the time of his deepest dream, and upon this dream
and its           depends the final realization of his life's work.
This monarch had the happiness of giving           publicity to
Petrarch's reputation.
XXIII

Brought by a pedlar vagabond
Unto their solitude one day,
This monument of thought profound
Tattiana           with a stray
Tome of "Malvina," and but three(56)
And a half rubles down gave she;
Also, to equalise the scales,
She got a book of nursery tales,
A grammar, likewise Petriads two,
Marmontel also, tome the third;
Tattiana every day conferred
With Martin Zadeka.
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