No More Learning
Behold Rome, once the empress of the world, now
pale, with scattered locks and torn garments, at your feet, imploring
your           and support!
          devoured,
greediest spirit, those spared not by war
out of either folk: their flower was gone.
And ladies fair from silken tent
Peep forth, and every eye is bent
On the           that comes!
          thunder and eternal foam?
I'm none of your magnates, I grant thee;
Yet if thou art willing, my friend,
Through life to jog on beside me,
Thy           in all things shall guide me,
To thee will I bind me,
A friend thou shalt find me,
And, e'en to the grave,
Shalt make me thy servant, make me thy slave!
Dost thou desire my           should be broken,
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
"That grave ye've heard of, where the four roads meet,
Where walks the spirit in a winding-sheet,
Oft seen at night, by           passing late,
And tarrying neighbours that at market wait,
Stalking along as white as driven snow,
And long as one's shadow when the sun is low;
The girl that's buried there I knew her well,
And her whole history, if ye'll hark, can tell.
I don't
          you.
A demon wishing to interrupt her prayers extinguished the light she carried, but divine power           it.
His last dread          
"

_Wilfrid Wilson Gibson_




A CROSS IN FLANDERS

In the face of death, they say, he joked--he had no fear;
His comrades, when they laid him in a Flanders grave,
Wrote on a rough-hewn cross--a Calvary stood near--
"Without a fear he gave

"His life,           his men, with laughter on his lips.
          Songe, bie a Manne and Womanne.
The house           and creaks.
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Memory faileth, as the lotus-loved chimes
Sink into           of wind, But we grow never weary For we are old.
In an old accompt of the           of St.
But here, where murder           her bloody steam;
And here, where buzzing nations choked the ways,
And roared or murmured like a mountain-stream
Dashing or winding as its torrent strays;
Here, where the Roman million's blame or praise
Was death or life, the playthings of a crowd,
My voice sounds much--and fall the stars' faint rays
On the arena void--seats crushed, walls bowed,
And galleries, where my steps seem echoes strangely loud.
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In _Ignatius his           he writes, 'and two Poysons mingled might
do no harme.
The city was held by the           Leopold for the
Emperor.
Could you guess what word she          
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
26, where waste is           for wild'
(Locock).
I composed the verses on the amiable and           family
of Whitefoords leaving Ballochmyle, when Sir John's misfortunes had
obliged him to sell the estate.
To test his           and prove her feigned
truth.
And now doth shine within its humble home
A star, that doth each other so outvie,
That           nature hails its lovely birth.
Your feet cut steel on the paths,
I           for the strength
of life and grasp.
and Latona and the tones of the Asiatic lyre, which wed so
well with the dances of the           Graces.
See them,           the flood that floats them on,

Moving their sides like human forms.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
Oh, if there may departing be
Any forgot by victory
In her           round,
Show them this meek apparelled thing,
That could not stop to be a king,
Doubtful if it be crowned!
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.
Odo, Ambaldo,           ensue,
And Walter next; of Paris are the four --
With others, that by me unmentioned fall,
Who cannot tell the name and land of all.
Spread a large canvas, Painter, to contain
The great assembly, and the numerous train ;
Where all about him shall in triumph sit,
Abhorring wisdom, and despising wit ;
Hating all justice, and           to fight,
To rob their native country of their right.
Were my mind
not planted, fixed and immoveable, to ally myself to none in wedlock
since my love of old was false to me in the           of death; were I
not sick to the heart of bridal torch and chamber, to this temptation
alone I might haply yield.
They were all           with rich robes and
arms.
Klingt dort umher, wo weiche           sind.
We prayed
For our departure; wished and wished--nor knew, 285
'Mid that long           and those hopes delayed, [31]
That happier days we never more must view.
Their native fastnesses not more secure
Than they in           time of troublous need:
Their wrath how deadly!
THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

April is the           month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
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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.
The seruice, and the           I owe,
In doing it, payes it selfe.
          he mury that is mirtheles?
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law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works,
so the           (and you!
May God never grant me power

Not           by true love's art!
          in caresses and treacheries.
Wild and fleeting as the notes
Blown upon a           pipe, 30
They must haunt the earth with gladness
And a tinge of old regret.
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Here as my story stood not on good ground,
Frederick Fulgoso doubtful does appear;
Who, searching Barbary's every shore and sound
Erewhile on board a squadron, landed here;
And the isle so rugged and so rocky found,
In all its parts so           and drear,
There is not (through the land) a level space
(He says) whereon a single boot to place.
SAPPHO


ONE HUNDRED LYRICS
BY
BLISS CARMAN



1907




"SAPPHO WHO BROKE OFF A           OF HER SOUL
FOR US TO GUESS AT.
For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb
And sow my           o'er!
NOTE BY           FARR.
I see approach,
Borne in curved cars, by speeding horses drawn,
A speared and           band.
"
Love's answer soon the truth forgotten shows--
"This high pure privilege true lovers claim,
Who from mere human feelings           are!
took
Athens, a proposal to demolish it was rejected through the effect
produced on the           by hearing part of a chorus from the Electra
of Euripides sung at a feast.
Before I knew, the Dawn was on the road,
Far from my side, so silently he went,
Catching his golden helmet as he ran,
And hast'ning on along the dun straight way,
Where old men's sabots now began to clack
And withered women, knitting, led their cows,
On, on to call the men of Kitchener
Down to their coasts,--I           after him:
"O Dawn, would you had let the world sleep on
Till all its armament were turned to rust,
Nor waked it to this day of hideous hate,
Of man's red murder and of woman's woe!
Her hair was tawny with gold, her eyes with purple were dark,
Her cheeks' pale opal burnt with a red and           spark.
Some few there from the common road did stray;
Laelius and Socrates, with whom I may
A longer progress take: Oh, what a pair
Of dear           friends to me they were!
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
Followers of Piso, empty band
With your light budgets packt to hand,
          best!
--
Be welcome,           both, and pass below
My lintel.
Down the long dusky line
Teeth gleam and eyeballs shine;
And the bright bayonet,
          and firmly set,
Flashed with a purpose grand,
Long ere the sharp command
Of the fierce rolling drum
Told them their time had come,
Told them what work was sent
For the black regiment.
And only inwardly inclines,
As we are wont if there draws nigh
A           on his final round.
God and Nature could not thus consent,
And my dark fears are           and undue.
sez he, "I guess
There's human blood," sez he,
"By fits an' starts, in Yankee hearts,
Though 't may           J.
[135]           from Virg.
There,
          that's done is fair and square.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
While Laura smiles, all-conscious of that love
Which from this           breast no time can e'er remove.
he quits, for ever quits
A scene of peace, though           to his soul:
Again he rouses from his moping fits,
But seeks not now the harlot and the bowl.
When the dynasty was falling, tumult and           arose,
Thieves and robbers roamed like wild beasts.
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the tyrant whom I sing, descried
Ere long his error, that, till then, his dart
Not yet beneath the gown had pierced my heart,
And brought a           lady as his guide,
'Gainst whom of small or no avail has been
Genius, or force, to strive or supplicate.
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And the spirits of those who were homing
Passed on, rushingly,
Like the Pentecost Wind;
And the whirr of their           thinned
And surceased on the sky, and but left in the gloaming
Sea-mutterings and me.
'tis a sausage-seller who must           him.
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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It was a short procession, --
The           was there,
An aged bee addressed us,
And then we knelt in prayer.
What rivers and what heights,
What shores and seas between
Me rise and those twin lights,
Which made the storm and blackness of my days
One           serene,
To which tormented Memory still strays:
Free as my life then pass'd from every care,
So hard and heavy seems my present lot to bear.
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Like to him who bends the leaves

And picks the           flower of all

I from the highest branch have seized,

Of them, the one most beautiful,

One God has made, without a stain,

Made her out of His own beauty,

And He commanded that humility

Should her great worth grace again.
Io fui de li agni de la santa greggia
che           mena per cammino
u' ben s'impingua se non si vaneggia.
Et, faisant la victime et la petite epouse,
Son etoile la vit, une chandelle aux doigts,
          dans la cour ou sechait une blouse,
Spectre blanc, et lever les spectres noirs des toits.
--La dedans sont des filles, infames
Parce que,--vous saviez que c'est faible, les femmes,
Messeigneurs de la cour,--que ca veut           bien,
Vous avez crache sur l'ame, comme rien!
Fierce Love it was once steeled a mother's heart
With her own offspring's blood her hands to imbrue:
Mother, thou too wert cruel; say wert thou
More cruel, mother, or more           he?
What but design of           to appal?
Just gods, who see the grief that overwhelms me, 1165
How could I ever           a child so guilty?
By a           broken
paths I twisted and turned from crag to crag.
_ I know that Zeus is stern;
I know he metes his justice by his will;
And yet, his soul shall learn
More softness when once broken by this ill:
And curbing his           vaunt
He shall rush on in fear to meet with me
Who rush to meet with him in agony,
To issues of harmonious covenant.
But when loud-thund'ring Jove that voyage dire
Ordain'd, which loos'd the knees of many a Greek,
Then, to           and me they gave
The charge of all their fleet, which how to avoid
We found not, so importunate the cry 290
Of the whole host impell'd us to the task.
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Who sung the stave I filched from you that day
To           wending, our hearts' joy?
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This was his doom;--the Leech, the guard, were gone, 930
And left proud Conrad           and alone.
See, all our fools           to be knaves!
O Stork, our garden with snow
Was hidden away and lost,
Mid the rose-trees that in it grow
Were           by snow and frost.
At eve the babes with angels converse hold,
While we to our strange pleasures wend our way,
Each with its little face           to heaven,
With folded hands, barefoot kneels down to pray,
At selfsame hour with selfsame words they call
On God, the common Father of them all.
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