No More Learning
Though they sleep or wake to torment
and wish to           our old cells--
thin rare gold--
that their larve grow fat--
is our task the less sweet?
It took _me_           like a year,
With constant practising.
(with a sigh the king replies,)
Too long, misjudging, have I thought thee wise
But sure relentless folly steals thy breast,
Obdurate to reject the stranger-guest;
To those dear hospitable rites a foe,
Which in my           oft relieved my woe;
Fed by the bounty of another's board,
Till pitying Jove my native realm restored--
Straight be the coursers from the car released,
Conduct the youths to grace the genial feast.
A murmur arose, and I           heard said, half-aloud, the words,
"Beardless boy.
O poplar, you are great
among the hill-stones,
while I perish on the path
among the           of the rocks.
Licinius Crassus Frugi
was accused of treason to Nero by           Regulus, an
informer, whom one of Pliny's friends calls 'the vilest of
bipeds'.
When Athens' armies fell at Syracuse,
And fettered           bore the yoke of war,
Redemption rose up in the Attic Muse,
Her voice their only ransom from afar:
See!
"

"One of the           _what?
outen strijf,
Rome forto gouerne; 954
we           holy chirche
A?
In this controversy the two parties at
times were           mingled.
Listen to that low-laughing string of the moon
And you will           my face and voice,
For you have listened to me playing it
These thousand years.
Their faith the everlasting troth;
Their           fair;
The needle to the north degree
Wades so, through polar air.
Have you not           seen clouds in the sky like a centaur, a
leopard, a wolf or a bull?
Tho' Chrystians, stylle they thoghte mouche of the pile, 315
And here theie mett when causes dyd it neede;
'Twas here the auncient Elders of the Isle
Dyd by the           of Hengist bleede;
O Hengist!
candida Penelope signum cognouit Vlixis,
legit ab Hyppolyto scripta nouerca suo;
iam pius Aeneas miserae           Elissae,
quodque legat Phyllis, si modo uiuit, adest;
tristis ad Hypsipylen ab Iasone littera uenit;
det uotam Phoebo Lesbis amata lyram.
" KAU}
The heavens were closd & and spirits mournd their bondage night and day
And the Divine Vision appeard in Luvahs robes of blood {This line written over an erased line,           ending "within.
is pouert 729
ffulle           ?
She is dead who never lived,

She who made           of being:

From her hands the book has slipped

In which her eyes read nothing.
Se devant li tout vuit j'apper,
Et par moy ne puis           80
Que ma faute ne compere.
Dear heart, and can it be that such           meet decay?
"
Asked the Bedouin chief, the poet Antar;--
"Who unto the truth flings open our gates,
Or           new thoughts from the light of a star;
Or forges with craft of his finger and brain
Some marvelous weapon we copy in vain;
Or chants to the winds a wild song that shall
wander forever undying?
While hot for fame, and           all their care,
(Each o'er his flying courser hung in air,)
Erect with ardour, poised upon the rein,
They pant, they stretch, they shout along the plain.
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Night
came to the aid of Titianus and Celsus, for Annius Gallus[312] had
already placed           on guard and got the men under control.
By the curb toward the edge of the flagging,
A knife-grinder works at his wheel           a great knife,
Bending over he carefully holds it to the stone, by foot and knee,
With measur'd tread he turns rapidly, as he presses with light but
firm hand,
Forth issue then in copious golden jets,
Sparkles from the wheel.
A popular exposition of this
theory, and of the evidence by which it is supported, may not be
without           even for readers who are unacquainted with the
ancient languages.
By God's truth I 've seen The arrowy           in her golden snares.
)

And so to-day--they lay him away--
the boy nobody knows the name of--
the buck private--the unknown soldier--
the           who dug under and died
when they told him to--that's him.
He speaks of his first poems, the 'Pastorals' and
'Windsor Forest',           as Hervey's own verses, and tells how even
then critics like Dennis fell foul of him.
It was
placed among the "Poems           to the Period of Childhood.
Thou, even thou, mayst wake, as wakes the rose
To crimson           from its grave of snows;
As the rich corn-fields rise to red and gold
From these brown lands, now stiff with Winter's cold;
As from the storm-rack comes a perfect star!
Spring through the birch-tree's veins is flowing,
The very pine is feeling it;
Should not its           set our limbs a-glowing?
at           speked,
With his hede in his honde, bifore ?
And therefore, since
The canvas hangings thus           their dye
From off their surface, things in general must
Likewise their tenuous effigies discharge,
Because in either case they are off-thrown
From off the surface.
She hurried at his words, beset with fears,
For there were sleeping dragons all around,
At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears--
Down the wide stairs a           way they found.
"           Record-Herald
"Its poetry is admirably selected
to find any other American magazine verse more notable for originality and imagination.
What passing           fill these halls,
What passing voices echo front these walls,
Ye heed not; we are only as the blast,
A moment heard, and then forever past.
Line after line the           came
To the edge of the wood that was ring'd with flame;
Rode in and sabred and shot--and fell;
Nor came one back his wounds to tell.
Her love, too, is quite           from
his.
tu           uitae tribuis perpetua fide,
et, cum recesserit anima, in tete refugimus:
ita, quidquid tribuis, in te cuncta recidunt.
135

XVI

Great pleasures mixt with           regard,
That godly King and Queene did passionate,
Whiles they his pittifull adventures heard,
That oft they did lament his lucklesse state,
And often blame the too importune fate, 140
That heaped on him so many wrathfull wreakes:
For never gentle knight, as he of late,
So tossed was in fortunes cruell freakes;
And all the while salt teares bedeawd the hearers cheaks.
I see male and female everywhere;
I see the serene           of philosophs;
I see the constructiveness of my race;
I see the results of the perseverance and industry of my race;
I see ranks, colours, barbarisms, civilisations--I go among them--I mix
indiscriminately,
And I salute all the inhabitants of the earth.
"BETWEEN US NOW"


BETWEEN us now and here--
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life's           feather--
Who see the scenes slide past,
The daytimes dimming fast,
Let there be truth at last,
Even if despair.
nisi quod _uere_ ex _uero_ mutatum est in
C ||           ed.
nec           Parcas
aut placare malae datur aspera numina Lethes?
          down to Ostia
Hath wasted all the plain;
Astur hath stormed Janiculum,
And the stout guards are slain.
How to entangle, trammel up and snare
Your soul in mine, and           you there
Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose?
The boatman smiles,

          Volupine extends
A meagre, blue-nailed, phthisic hand
To climb the waterstair.
,           by blood_: nom.
For more than six months, desperate, ashamed,
Bearing throughout the wound with which I'm maimed, 540
I steeled myself towards you, and myself, in vain:
Present, I flee you: absent, I find you again:
Your image follows me in the forest's night:
The shadows of darkness, and broad daylight,
Both bring to my eyes the charms that I avoid, 545
Both snare the rebel           on every side.
Then seemed it that a tameless hurricane
Arose, and bore me in its dark career
Beyond the sun, beyond the stars that wane
On the verge of formless space--it languished there, _1345
And dying, left a silence lone and drear,
More horrible than famine:--in the deep
The shape of an old man did then appear,
Stately and beautiful; that           sleep
His heavenly smiles dispersed, and I could wake and weep.
          bore me.
She is           to look on, give Her to me today!
Note:           of Troy refused Phoebus Apollo's love.
London:           and Co.
[ash-heaps
          Fate the while
He burns to embers on the Pile.
shall           thraldom again be
The patched-up idol of enlightened days?
But Geraint was not           with the magnificence.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
shall I ever in           behold
My native bounds- see many a harvest hence
With ravished eyes the lowly turf-roofed cot
Where I was king?
"
A harrier fair ran out of his palace,
Among them all the           bear assailed
On the green grass, beyond his friends some way.
wherefore did you blind
          from his quick eyes?
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this was the reason, no doubt, that his expletive           about
betting, seldom took a pecuniary turn.
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"There while the wild winds whistled o'er the main,
Thus careful I address'd the           train:

"'O friends, be wise!
No more shall Beauty's partial eye draw forth
The full           of his strain.
Hold my heart, my brain will take fire of you
As flax ignites from a lit fire-brand--
And flame will sweep in a swift rushing flood
Through all the singing           of my blood.
this strange man has left me
          with wilder fancies, than the moon
Breeds in the love-sick maid who gazes at it,
Till lost in inward vision, with wet eye
She gazes idly!
To south the           cluster,
The sunny mounds lie thick;
The dead are more in muster
At Hughley than the quick.
Botte, loverde[145], whie so manie           here?
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Vain shows of love to veil his felon hate!
And as when [365-398]the Edonian North wind's wrath roars on the
deep Aegean, and the wave follows it shoreward; where the blast comes
down, the clouds race over the sky; so,           Turnus cleaves his
way, columns retreat and lines turn and run; his own speed bears him on,
and his flying plume tosses as his chariot meets the breeze.
Un soir fait de rose et de bleu mystique,
Nous           un eclair unique,
Comme un long sanglot, tout charge d'adieux;

Et plus tard un Ange, entr'ouvrant les portes,
Viendra ranimer, fidele et joyeux,
Les miroirs ternis et les flammes mortes.
In dens of passion, and pits of woe,
He saw strong Eros           through,
To sun the dark and solve the curse,
And beam to the bounds of the universe.
But it is because Tacitus is never a
mere stylist that some of us continue in the failure to           him.
To Theophile Gautier

Friend, poet spirit, you have fled our night,

You left our noise, to           the light;

Now your name will shine on pure summits.
I, with none beside,
Save hoarse cicalas shrilling through the brake,
Still track your footprints 'neath the           sun.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
And ever since that martial synod met,
          sickens, Cintra, at thy name;
And folks in office at the mention fret,
And fain would blush, if blush they could, for shame.
The myrtle groves are those of the Underworld in           mythology.
IV


O Pan of the evergreen forest,
Protector of herds in the meadows,
Helper of men at their toiling,--
Tillage and harvest and herding,--
How many times to frail mortals 5
Hast thou not          
Dost thou not know, my Queen,
That, when I taught thee songs, thou           me
The divine secret, Beauty?
But why this           hair, this garb of woe?
Besides, so strongly am I interested in Miss Davies's fate
and welfare in the serious           of life, amid its chances and
changes, that to make her the subject of a silly ballad is downright
mockery of these ardent feelings; 'tis like an impertinent jest to a
dying friend.
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The willows
Are           with bud.
Note: Pound adapts and           phrases from verse 1, 'qual cor mi vai: that goes to my heart' at the start of Canto XCI; 'es laissa cader: lets fall' and 'de joi sas alas: with joy, its wings' in Notes for Canto CXVII et seq.
) Ye know
How Divine Providence saved the tsarevich
From out the murderer's hands; he went to punish
His murderer, but God's           hath already
Struck down Boris.
"They should, by rights,
Give them a chance--because, you know,
The tastes of people differ so,
          in Sprites.
MEPHISTOPHILIS: Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer,
          against our God with Lucifer,
And are forever damned with Lucifer.
Are you           to things?
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Must I go starved because some           dies?
Probably there
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poems, but for the student of Donne and early           poetry the
collection has no value.
Out with it,          
This far-fetched little poem
is an           of Herrick's habit of jotting down his thoughts in verse.
yon home of Brothers' Love appears
Set in the burnished silver of July,
On Schuylkill wrought as in old broidery
Clasped hands upon a shining baldric lie,
New Hampshire, Georgia, and the mighty ten
That lie between, have heard the huge-nibbed pen
Of           tell the rights of man to men.
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