No More Learning
Intra Siestri e           s'adima
una fiumana bella, e del suo nome
lo titol del mio sangue fa sua cima.
In the shadow, year out, year in,
The silent           waits forever.
At present I ask not you to sound;
Not at the head of my cavalry, all on their spirited horses,
With their sabres drawn and glistening, and carbines           by their
thighs--(ah, my brave horsemen!
at tu uix primas           gurgite palmas
saepe meum nomen iam peritura uocas.
He saw a cottage with a double coach-house,
A cottage of          
The battle
relaxing during the absence of Hector, Glaucus and Diomed have an
interview between the two armies; where, coming to the knowledge, of the
friendship and           passed between their ancestors, they make
exchange of their arms.
          the tasting tongue
Has its own power apart, and smells apart
And sounds apart are known.
these gloomy boughs
Had charms for him; and here he loved to sit,
His only visitants a straggling sheep,
The stone-chat, or the glancing sand-piper;
And on these barren rocks, with juniper,
And heath, and thistle, thinly sprinkled o'er,
Fixing his           eye, he many an hour
A morbid pleasure nourished, tracing here
An emblem of his own unfruitful life:
And lifting up his head, he then would gaze
On the more distant scene; how lovely 'tis
Thou seest, and he would gaze till it became
Far lovelier, and his heart could not sustain
The beauty still more beauteous.
Little Bobby and
Frank are           well and healthy.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
It is
certain that           poems were common at Rome from a very
early period.
And while the pony moves his legs,
In Johnny's left-hand you may see,
The green bough's           and dead;
The moon that shines above his head
Is not more still and mute than he.
"
Whereat the star of Lethe not delay'd
His rosy eloquence, and thus inquired:
"Thou smooth-lipp'd serpent, surely high          
Restored at once to manhood, they appear'd
More vig'rous far, and           than before.
When, then, you came to the Molossian ground,
And near the high-ridged Dodona, where
Oracle and seat is of Thesprotian Zeus,
And prodigy incredible, the speaking oaks,
By whom you clearly, and naught enigmatically,
Were called the illustrious wife of Zeus
About to be, if aught of these things soothes thee;
Thence, driven by the fly, you came
The seaside way to the great gulf of Rhea,
From which by courses           you are now tempest-tossed.
Amongst the swarms fixed like the rooted stars, my folk is a
streaming Comet,
Comet of the Asian tiger-darkness,
The Wanderer of Eternity, the eternal           Jew.
That Archbishop, Turpins, he calls apart:
"Sir, you're afoot, and I my charger have;
For love of you, here will I take my stand,
          we'll endure things good and bad;
I'll leave you not, for no incarnate man:
We'll give again these pagans their attack;
The better blows are those from Durendal.
Still in marble stone stood he,
And           he looked at me.
{133a} Is it such an           crime in poets
to tax vices generally, and no offence in them, who, by their exception
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And if I do, when morning comes,
It is as if a hundred drums
Did round my pillow roll,
And shouts fill all my           sky,
And bells keep saying 'victory'
From steeples in my soul!
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O Thou unknown,           Cause
Of all my hope and fear?
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tarry with us still,
It is not           the torch of poesy,
The star that shook above the Eastern hill
Holds unassailed its argent armoury
From all the gathering gloom and fretful fight--
O tarry with us still!
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 friendly pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From           climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
The rich will feast on           Day;
The poor will fast on Christmas Day.
God made none so           nor may,

The glance that my lady darts at me must slay.
how I loved my          
We need your           more than ever!
His ruddy face
shone with genial humor; his eyes sparkled and a           smile hovered
around his lips.
Keep thou thy name of 'Lover's bay': See, Sirs,
Even now the Goddess of the Past, that takes
The heart, and sometimes toucheth but one string,
That quivers, and is silent, and sometimes
Sweeps           all its half-moulder'd chords
To an old melody, begins to play
On those first-moved fibres of the brain.
Tell her that's young,
And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung
In deserts, where no men abide,
Thou must have           died.
And I--oh,          
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In the faint fragrance of flowers,
On the sweet draft of the sea-wind,
Linger strange hints now that loosen
Tears for thy gay gentle spirit,
O          
A few grey hairs his           temples crowned,
'Twas very want that sold them for two pound.
My feet kept drowsing,           still,
My fingers were awake;
Yet why so little sound myself
Unto my seeming make?
)
Stands           a billow,
A motionless billow
Of ankle-deep mosses;
Two great roots it crosses
To make a round basin.
Hardcastle's           with his wife.
And so I dare to hope
Though changed, no doubt, from what I was, when first
I came among these hills; when like a roe
I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides
Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams,
          nature led; more like a man
Flying from something that he dreads, than one
Who sought the thing he loved.
Sin I am free,
Sholde I now love, and putte in Iupartye
My sikernesse, and thrallen          
When jumping time away on old Crossberry Way,
And eating awes like sugarplums ere they had lost the may,
And skipping like a leveret before the peep of day
On the roly poly up and downs of           Swordy Well,
When in Round Oak's narrow lane as the south got black again
We sought the hollow ash that was shelter from the rain,
With our pockets full of peas we had stolen from the grain;
How delicious was the dinner time on such a showery day!
But over all its waves, once more
The           move, from shore to shore.
To hear the hiss of steam, the merry shriek, the steam-whistle, the
          locomotive!
Thus the joint contact of the body and soul
Learns from their earliest age the vital motions,
Even when still buried in the mother's womb;
So no           can hap to them,
Without their bane and ill.
She will return on foot, dreaming and meditating--and alone, always
alone, for the child is           and selfish, without gentleness or
patience, and cannot become, any more than another animal, a dog or a
cat, the confidant of solitary griefs.
Joie
Des chantiers           a l'abandon, en proie
Aux soirs d'aout qui faisaient germer ces pourritures!
named his eldest son thus, in           to British
feeling and legend.
Those eyes whose living lustre shed the heat
Of bright meridian day; the heavenly mould
Of that angelic form; the hands, the feet,
The taper arms, the crisped locks of gold;
Charms that the sweets of paradise enfold;
The radiant           of her angel-smile,
And every grace that could the sense beguile
Are now a pile of ashes, deadly cold!
Do you recall how, when you were with the army at the taking of
Naxos,[53] you           so readily from the top of the wall by means of
the spits you have stolen?
These vices are eschewed by
pondering your business well and distinctly concerning yourself, which is
much           by uttering your thoughts, and letting them as well come
forth to the light and judgment of your own outward senses as to the
censure of other men's ears; for that is the reason why many good
scholars speak but fumblingly; like a rich man, that for want of
particular note and difference can bring you no certain ware readily out
of his shop.
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He only hears and sees the war,
A cool           purely!
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She stirr'd not--breath'd not--for a voice was there
How           pervading the calm air!
A           in India is seldom more than a week long; but there is
nothing to hinder a couple from extending it over two or three years.
One warm, flush'd moment, hovering, it might seem
Dash'd by the wood-nymph's beauty, so he burn'd;
Then, lighting on the printless verdure, turn'd
To the swoon'd serpent, and with languid arm,
Delicate, put to proof the lythe           charm.
[191] He had been a rival candidate for           by Galba.
The time was scarce profaned by speech;
The symbol of a word
Was needless, as at sacrament
The           of our Lord.
pro quo           feris dabor alitibusque
praeda, neque iniacta tumulabor mortua terra.
Cold be the fierce winds,           round him.
And so to-day--they lay him away--
and an understanding goes--his long sleep shall be
under arms and arches near the Capitol Dome--
there is an authorization--he shall have tomb companions--
the martyred           of the Republic--
the buck private--the unknown soldier--that's him.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
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So spake the false dissembler unperceivd;
For neither Man nor Angel can discern
Hypocrisie, the only evil that walks
Invisible, except to God alone,
By his permissive will, through Heav'n and Earth:
And oft though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps
At wisdoms Gate, and to simplicitie
Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill
Where no ill seems: Which now for once beguil'd
Uriel, though Regent of the Sun, and held 690
The sharpest sighted Spirit of all in Heav'n;
Who to the fraudulent Impostor foule
In his           answer thus returnd.
MAIDENS AT CONFIRMATION

(Paris in May, 1903)


The white veiled maids to           go
Through deep green garden paths they slowly wind;
Their childhood they are leaving now behind:
The future will be different, they know.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
And neither the           nor any other man were ever
hostile to this dogma.
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Thence backwards he retraced his steps 'midst great laud, guiding his
errant footsteps by means of a tenuous thread, lest when           from
tortuous labyrinthines his efforts be frustrated by unobservant wandering.
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'So sweet a kiss the golden sun gives not
To those fresh morning drops upon the rose,
As thy eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote
The night of dew that on my cheeks down flows;
Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright
Through the           bosom of the deep,
As doth thy face through tears of mine give light.
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One thing alone imprisoned there had power
To hold me in the place that long half-hour:
A           this, a helm-surmounted shield,
Three griffins argent on a sable field; 330
A relic of the shipwrecked past was here,
And Ezra held some Old-World lumber dear.
Some youthful clod for once should take the lead,
And clear the way of ev'ry venom round
Then you with safety may commence to sound;
No time you'll lose, but           begin
And you'll most certainly your object win.
'

This Troilus, with blisse of that supprysed,
Put al in goddes hond, as he that mente 1185
No-thing but wel; and,           avysed,
He hir in armes faste to him hente.
Your           shall wave--
While man has power to perish and be free--
A golden flame of holiest Liberty,
Proud as the dawn and as the sunset brave.
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how sweet, in some fair April hour,
To see her pass, alone, in pure thought there,
Weaving fresh           in her own bright hair.
Let us think
Of our           from this much-loved city,
(Since you must _love_ it, as it seems,) and this
Chamber of state, her gratitude allots you.
I never loved her, I but lusted for her--
Away--'
He dashed the rowel into his horse,
And bounded forth and           through the night.
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Palais
Chantre
Crepuscule
Annie
La maison des morts
Clotilde
Cortege
Marizibill
Le voyageur
Marie
La blanche neige
Poeme lu au mariage d'Andre Salmon
L'Adieu
Salome
La porte
Merlin et la vieille femme
Saltimbanques
Le larron
Le vent nocturne
Lul de Faltenin
La tzigane
L'ermite
Automne
L'Emigrant de Landor Road
Rosemonde
Le brasier
Je flambe dans le brasier
Descendant des hauteurs
Rhenanes
Nuit rhenane
Mai
La synagogue
Les cloches
La Loreley
Schinderhannes
Rhenane d'automne
Les sapins
Les femmes
Signe
Un soir
La dame
Les fiancailles
Mes amis m'ont enfin avoue leur mepris
Je n'ai plus meme pitie de moi
J'ai eu le courage de regarder en arriere
Pardonnez-moi mon ignorance
J'observe le repos du dimanche
A la fin les mensonges ne me font plus peur
Au tournant d'une rue je vis des matelots
Templiers flamboyants je brule parmi vous
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ZONE

A la fin tu es las de ce monde ancien

Bergere o tour Eiffel le troupeau des ponts bele ce matin

Tu en as assez de vivre dans l'antiquite grecque et romaine

Ici meme les automobiles ont l'air d'etre anciennes
La religion seule est restee toute neuve la religion
Est restee simple comme les hangars de Port-Aviation

Seul en Europe tu n'es pas antique o Christianisme
L'Europeen le plus moderne c'est vous Pape Pie X
Et toi que les fenetres observent la honte te retient
D'entrer dans une eglise et de t'y confesser ce matin
Tu lis les prospectus les catalogues les affiches qui chantent
tout haut
Voila la poesie ce matin et pour la prose il y a les journaux
Il y a les livraisons a 25 centimes pleines d'aventures policieres
Portraits des grands hommes et mille titres divers

J'ai vu ce matin une jolie rue dont j'ai oublie le nom
Neuve et propre du soleil elle etait le clairon
Les directeurs les           et les belles steno-dactylographes
Du lundi matin au samedi soir quatre fois par jour y passent
Le matin par trois fois la sirene y gemit
Une cloche rageuse y aboie vers midi
Les inscriptions des enseignes et des murailles
Les plaques les avis a la facon des perroquets criaillent
J'aime la grace de cette rue industrielle
Situee a Paris entre la rue Aumont-Thieville et l'avenue des
Ternes

Voila la jeune rue et tu n'es encore qu'un petit enfant
Ta mere ne t'habille que de bleu et de blanc
Tu es tres pieux et avec le plus ancien de tes camarades Rene
Dalize
Vous n'aimez rien tant que les pompes de l'Eglise
Il est neuf heures le gaz est baisse tout bleu vous sortez du
dortoir en cachette
Vous priez toute la nuit dans la chapelle du college
Tandis qu'eternelle et adorable profondeur amethyste
Tourne a jamais la flamboyante gloire du Christ
C'est le beau lys que tous nous cultivons
C'est la torche aux cheveux roux que n'eteint pas le vent
C'est le fils pale et vermeil de la douloureuse mere
C'est l'arbre toujours touffu de toutes les prieres
C'est la double potence de l'honneur et de l'eternite
C'est l'etoile a six branches
C'est Dieu qui meurt le vendredi et ressuscite le dimanche

C'est le Christ qui monte au ciel mieux que les aviateurs
Il detient le record du monde pour la hauteur

Pupille Christ de l'oeil
Vingtieme pupille des siecles il sait y faire
Et change en oiseau ce siecle comme Jesus monte dans l'air
Les diables dans les abimes levent la tete pour le regarder
Ils disent qu'il imite Simon Mage en Judee
Ils crient s'il sait voler qu'on l'appelle voleur
Les anges voltigent autour du joli voltigeur
Icare Enoch Elie Apollonius de Thyane
Flottent autour du premier aeroplane
Ils s'ecartent parfois pour laisser passer ceux que transporte la
Sainte-Eucharistie
Ces pretres qui montent eternellement elevant l'hostie
L'avion se pose enfin sans refermer les ailes
Le ciel s'emplit alors de millions d'hirondelles
A tire-d'aile viennent les corbeaux les faucons les hiboux
D'Afrique arrivent les ibis les flamants les marabouts
L'oiseau Roc celebre par les conteurs et les poetes
Plane tenant dans les serres le crane d'Adam la premiere tete
L'aigle fond de l'horizon en poussant un grand cri
Et d'Amerique vient le petit colibri
De Chine sont venus les pihis longs et souples
Qui n'ont qu'une seule aile et qui volent par couples
Puis voici la colombe esprit immacule
Qu'escortent l'oiseau-lyre et le paon ocelle
Le phenix ce bucher qui soi-meme s'engendre
Un instant voile tout de son ardente cendre
Les sirenes laissant les perilleux detroits
Arrivent en chantant bellement toutes trois
Et tous aigle phenix et pihis de la Chine
Fraternisent avec la volante machine

Maintenant tu marches dans Paris tout seul parmi la foule
Des troupeaux d'autobus mugissants pres de toi roulent
L'angoisse de l'amour te serre le gosier
Comme si tu ne devais jamais plus etre aime
Si tu vivais dans l'ancien temps tu entrerais dans un monastere
Vous avez honte quand vous vous surprenez a dire une priere
Tu te moques de toi et comme le feu de l'Enfer ton rire petille
Les etincelles de ton rire dorent le fond de ta vie
C'est un tableau pendu dans un sombre musee
Et quelquefois tu vas le regarder de pres

Aujourd'hui tu marches dans Paris les femmes sont ensanglantees
C'etait et je voudrais ne pas m'en souvenir c'etait au declin de
la beaute

Entouree de flammes ferventes Notre-Dame m'a regarde a Chartres
Le sang de votre Sacre-Coeur m'a inonde a Montmartre
Je suis malade d'ouir les paroles bienheureuses
L'amour dont je souffre est une maladie honteuse
Et l'image qui te possede te fait survivre dans l'insomnie et dans
l'angoisse
C'est toujours pres de toi cette image qui passe

Maintenant tu es au bord de la Mediterranee
Sous les citronniers qui sont en fleur toute l'annee
Avec tes amis tu te promenes en barque
L'un est Nissard il y a un Mentonasque et deux Turbiasques
Nous regardons avec effroi les poulpes des profondeurs
Et parmi les algues nagent les poissons images du Sauveur

Tu es dans le jardin d'une auberge aux environs de Prague
Tu te sens tout heureux une rose est sur la table
Et tu observes au lieu d'ecrire ton conte en prose
La cetoine qui dort dans le coeur de la rose

Epouvante tu te vois dessine dans les agates de Saint-Vit
Tu etais triste a mourir le jour ou tu t'y vis
Tu ressembles au Lazare affole par le jour
Les aiguilles de l'horloge du quartier juif vont a rebours
Et tu recules aussi dans ta vie lentement
En montant au Hradchin et le soir en ecoutant
Dans les tavernes chanter des chansons tcheques

Te voici a Marseille au milieu des pasteques

Te voici a Coblence a l'hotel du Geant

Te voici a Rome assis sous un neflier du Japon

Te voici a Amsterdam avec une jeune fille que tu trouves belle et
qui est laide
Elle doit se marier avec un etudiant de Leyde
On y loue des chambres en latin Cubicula locanda

Je m'en souviens j'y ai passe trois jours et autant a Gouda

Tu es a Paris chez le juge d'instruction
Comme un criminel on te met en etat d'arrestation

Tu as fait de douloureux et de joyeux voyages
Avant de t'apercevoir du mensonge et de l'age
Tu as souffert de l'amour a vingt et a trente ans
J'ai vecu comme un fou et j'ai perdu mon temps

Tu n'oses plus regarder tes mains et a tous moments je voudrais
sangloter
Sur toi sur celle que j'aime sur tout ce qui t'a epouvante
Tu regardes les yeux pleins de larmes ces pauvres emigrants
Ils croient en Dieu ils prient les femmes allaitent des enfants
Ils emplissent de leur odeur le hall de la gare Saint-Lazare
Ils ont foi dans leur etoile comme les rois-mages
Ils esperent gagner de l'argent dans l'Argentine
Et revenir dans leur pays apres avoir fait fortune
Une famille transporte un edredon rouge comme vous transportez
votre coeur
Cet edredon et nos reves sont aussi irreels
Quelques-uns de ces emigrants restent ici et se logent
Rue des Rosiers ou rue des Ecouffes dans des bouges
Je les ai vus souvent le soir ils prennent l'air dans la rue
Et se deplacent rarement comme les pieces aux echecs
Il y a surtout des Juifs leurs femmes portent perruque
Elles restent assises exsangues au fond des boutiques

Tu es debout devant le zinc d'un bar crapuleux
Tu prends un cafe a deux sous parmi les malheureux

Tu es la nuit dans un grand restaurant

Ces femmes ne sont pas mechantes elles ont des soucis cependant
Toutes meme la plus laide a fait souffrir son amant

Elle est la fille d'un sergent de ville de Jersey

Ses mains que je n'avais pas vues sont dures et gercees

J'ai une pitie immense pour les coutures de son ventre

J'humilie maintenant a une pauvre fille au rire horrible ma bouche

Tu es seul le matin va venir
Les laitiers font tinter leurs bidons dans les rues

La nuit s'eloigne ainsi qu'une belle Metive
C'est Ferdine la fausse ou Lea l'attentive

Et tu bois cet alcool brulant comme ta vie
Ta vie que tu bois comme une eau-de-vie

Tu marches vers Auteuil tu veux aller chez toi a pied
Dormir parmi tes fetiches d'Oceanie et de Guinee
Ils sont des Christ d'une autre forme et d'une autre croyance
Ce sont les Christ inferieurs des obscures esperances

Adieu Adieu

Soleil cou coupe


LE PONT MIRABEAU

Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Et nos amours
Faut-il qu'il m'en souvienne
La joie venait toujours apres la peine.
thou caitiff, servile, base,
That tremblest at a despot's nod,
Yet, crouching under the iron rod,
Canst laud the hand that struck th'           blow!
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Crossing the river:
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Eyes, lakes of my simple passion to be reborn

Other than as the actor who           with his hand

As with a pen, and evokes the foul soot of the lamps,

Here's a window in the walls of cloth I've torn.
Civilis began as follows: 'If I were
defending myself before one of Vitellius' officers, I could expect
neither pardon for my conduct nor           for my words.
A maiden shining bright of blee,
As Myrtle           Asia bred,
Which Hamadryad deity
As toy for joyance aye befed
With humour of the dew.
Da steigt ein Dampf, dort ziehen Schwaden,
Hier           Glut aus Dunst und Flor
Dann schleicht sie wie ein zarter Faden
Dann bricht sie wie ein Quell hervor.
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to whom his family was deeply indebted.
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"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
Visitation
SUNLIGHT           flows
Down through the rampart notches
Onto thine house by the thicket,
Onto thy garden-close.
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Patiently they stayed, thro' trust or doubt,
Till tow'rds           he could scout
Some safe track.
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
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in pleasant places, And the beauty of this thy Venice
hast thou shown unto me Until is its           become unto me
a thing of tears.
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