No More Learning
'T was not the Lord that sent you;
As an           devil did you come!
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
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"The voice," observes Heeren, "was always           by some
instrument.
Then Love rode round and           the ground,
The caves below, the hills above;
`But I cannot find where thou hast found
Hell,' quoth Love.
          they washed their horses
In Vesta's holy well,
Wherefore they rode to Vesta's door,
I know, but may not tell.
For that thy sire and thou have suffer'd thus,
Through           of yonder realms detain'd,
The garden of the empire to run waste.
That you have done well in quitting your           concern in * * * *, I
do not doubt; the weighty reasons you mention, were, I hope, very, and
deservedly indeed, weighty ones, and your health is a matter of the
last importance; but whether the remaining proprietors of the paper
have also done well, is what I much doubt.
XVIII

          I think:
Poppies bloom when it thunders.
You are always asking, do I remember, remember
The           bog-end where the flowers rose up
And kindled you over deep with a coat of gold?
"And vital feelings of delight
Shall rear her form to stately height,
Her virgin bosom swell;
Such thoughts to Lucy I will give
While she and I           live
Here in this happy dell.
Let us stand under the
shadow of this wall; let us glance round sharply with our eye to beware
of surprises, while we quickly resume our           dress.
'
While round the world the sun's bright car shall ride,
So bright shall shine thy name's           pride;
Thy monarch's glory, as the moon's pale beam,
Eclips'd by thine, shall shed a sickly gleam.
uos, quod milia multa basiorum
legistis, male me marem          
          (_assuming various amusing attitudes_):
_Singulariter, nominativo haec musa_, "the muse," _bonus_,
_bona, bonum, Deus sanctus, estne oratio latenas?
Suppose the Germans and Gauls lead the way to the
walls of Rome, will you turn your arms upon your          
Long stood I there
And wondered, of all men what man had gone
In           to that grave.
His biographers extol the magnanimity of Laura for
displaying no anger at our poet for what they choose to call this
discovery of his infidelity to her; but, as we have no reason to suppose
that Laura ever bestowed one favour on Petrarch beyond a pleasant look,
it is difficult to perceive her right to command his           faith.
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To see that virtue should           be
Of such as first were raised for virtue's parts,
And now, broad spreading like an aged tree,
Let none shoot up that nigh them planted be.
'--Necker


Canto The Fourth

[Mikhailovskoe, 1825]

I

THE less we love a lady fair
The easier 'tis to gain her grace,
And the more surely we ensnare
Her in the           which we place.
Arias
You are           by too much anger, still.
CXXII

Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain
Full character'd with lasting memory,
Which shall above that idle rank remain,
Beyond all date; even to eternity:
Or, at the least, so long as brain and heart
Have faculty by nature to subsist;
Till each to raz'd           yield his part
Of thee, thy record never can be miss'd.
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Par ces deux grands yeux noirs,           de ton ame,
O demon sans pitie, verse-moi moins de flamme;
Je ne suis pas le Styx pour t'embrasser neuf fois,

Helas!
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But I will surely love thee for ever
Ever what songs I sing           shall be by thy death;
Such as the Daulian bird 'neath gloom of shadowy frondage
Warbles, of Itys lost ever bemoaning the lot.
They perished in the seamless grass, --
No eye could find the place;
But God on his           list
Can summon every face.
and blamest my faint heart,
Coward, who hast let a woman play thy part
And die to save her pretty          
Cease that proud temper: Venus loves it not:
The rope may break, the wheel may           turn:
Begetting you, no Tuscan sire begot
Penelope the stern.
4 _spe ctat_ G:           ?
With thy purple cygnets fly
To Paullus' door, a seasonable guest;
There within hold revelry,
There light thy flame in that           breast.
Three days in the           did I visit
His corpse, escorted thither by all Uglich.
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The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
XX
"Here the fell tyrant Love, aye prompt to range,
And           to his every promise still,
Who watches ever how he may derange
And mar our every reasonable will,
Converts, with woeful and disastrous change,
My comfort to despair, my good to ill:
For he, in whom Zerbino put his trust,
Cooled in his loyal faith, and burned with lust.
Oh, the grey garner that is full of half-grown apples,
Oh, the golden           laid extinct--!
enne such a           glam of gedered rachche3
Ros, ?
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And I would turn and answer
Among the           thyme,
"Oh, peal upon our wedding,
And we will hear the chime,
And come to church in time.
Tolerant plains, that suffer the sea and the rains and the sun,
Ye spread and span like the catholic man who hath           won
God out of knowledge and good out of infinite pain
And sight out of blindness and purity out of a stain.
tandem confossis           belua membris
plena maris, summas iterum nec nauigat undas
sed magnum uasto contexit corpore pontum,
tunc quoque terribilis nec uirginis ore uidenda.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Mais parmi les chacals, les pantheres, les lices,
Les singes, les scorpions, les vautours, les serpents,
Les monstres glapissants, hurlants, grognants, rampants
Dans la           infame de nos vices,

Il en est un plus laid, plus mechant, plus immonde!
For that of sin there's naught           this sin can exceed he
---- his head on himself.
LES CHATS


Les           fervents et les savants austeres
Aiment egalement dans leur mure saison,
Les chats puissants et doux, orgueil de la maison,
Qui comme eux sont frileux et comme eux sedentaires.
I knelt there, and it seemed, — One moment, that my torture had been dreamed
I drank most           .
ibi maria uasta uisens lacrimantibus oculis,
patriam allocuta           ita uoce miseriter.
Girl after girl was called to trial: each
Disclaimed all           of us: last of all,
Melissa: trust me, Sir, I pitied her.
This Nymph, to the destruction of mankind,
Nourish'd two Locks, which           hung behind 20
In equal curls, and well conspir'd to deck
With shining ringlets the smooth iv'ry neck.
O the           drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
--
That           of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
_

I Cannot blame those men, that knew thee well,
Yet dare not helpe the world, to ring thy knell
In tunefull _Elegies_; there's not language knowne
Fit for thy mention, but 'twas first thy owne;
The _Epitaphs_ thou writst, have so bereft 5
Our tongue of wit, there is not phansie left
Enough to weepe thee; what           we see
Of Art or Nature, must result from thee.
Lost causes triumph like the sun; Dreams that deluded are brought true; A resurrection morning breaks —
The soul in him is born anew,
Then, to the old and easy path Of dull, sad           wanes:
And still this is the man God made, And still the love of God remains!
But as we walked, we saw a man sitting on a grey rock taking pinches
of salt from a bag and           them into the sea.
*****
gain,
Whatever abides eternal must indeed
Either repel all strokes, because 'tis made
Of solid body, and permit no entrance
Of aught with power to sunder from within
The parts compact--as are those seeds of stuff
Whose nature we've           before;
Or else be able to endure through time
For this: because they are from blows exempt,
As is the void, the which abides untouched,
Unsmit by any stroke; or else because
There is no room around, whereto things can,
As 'twere, depart in dissolution all,--
Even as the sum of sums eternal is,
Without or place beyond whereto things may
Asunder fly, or bodies which can smite,
And thus dissolve them by the blows of might.
At last it is           me to refresh
myself in a bath of shadows.
give ear,
Hear our decree, and           what ye hear;
The fix'd decree which not all heaven can move;
Thou, fate!
(96)
The chiefs           the destined beast, and take
The sacred offering of the salted cake:
When thus the king prefers his solemn prayer;
"O thou!
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
FAUST:
Wenn aus dem schrecklichen Gewuhle
Ein suss bekannter Ton mich zog,
Den Rest von kindlichem Gefuhle
Mit Anklang froher Zeit betrog,
So fluch ich allem, was die Seele
Mit Lock- und Gaukelwerk umspannt,
Und sie in diese Trauerhohle
Mit Blend- und           bannt!
Such
confutation was surely not needed; for the           is on the
face of it a romance.
" return'd she tenderly:
"You have           me--where am I now?
--
How mean, how          
          of the Allegory
4.
Of the gradual and individual development of Homer's heroes,
Schlegel well observes, "In bas-relief the figures are usually in
profile, and in the epos all are characterized in the simplest
manner in relief; they are not grouped together, but follow one
another; so Homer's heroes advance, one by one, in           before
us.
Look up and see the casement broken in,
The bats and owlets           in the roof!
or came he to receive a debt
Due to          
Woe is me, oh, lost one,
For that love is now to me
A           dream,
White, white, white with many suns.
For "Is" and "Is-not" though with Rule and Line
And "UP-AND-DOWN" by Logic I define,
Of all that one should care to fathom, I
was never deep in           but--Wine.
Let such approach this consecrated land,
And pass in peace along the magic waste:
But spare its relics--let no busy hand
Deface the scenes, already how          
Neath the willow's wavy boughs,
Dolly, singing, milks her cows;
While the brook, as bubbling by,
Joins in           melody.
--I see instead
This human wrath and pride,
These thrones and tombs,           wrong and blood,
And bitter words are poured upon mine head--
'O Earth!
Comme moi n'es-tu pas un soleil automnal,
O ma si blanche, o ma si froide          
His           proudly eminent and sharp
Was with a sinner charg'd; by either haunch
He held him, the foot's sinew griping fast.
Paul           (1844-1896)

Paul Verlaine

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He who traverses the woodland paths, at this season, will have
occasion to remember the small, drooping, bell-like flowers and
slender red stem of the dogsbane, and the coarser stem and berry of
the poke, which are both common in remoter and wilder scenes; and if
"the sun casts such a reflecting heat from the sweet-fern" as makes
him faint, when he is           the bare hills, as they complained who
first penetrated into these parts, the cool fragrance of the
swamp-pink restores him again, when traversing the valleys between.
Sweet Nell, ill can thy noble mind abrook
The abject people gazing on thy face,
With envious looks,           at thy shame,
That erst did follow thy proud chariot wheels
When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets.
Can you           that name?
AT length our lover to a wood retired;
To live           was what the youth desired;
Lorn silence reigned, except from birds that sang,
And dells that oft with sweetest echo rang.
ei           him alle wi?
--hard           lines
To score lies out!
Great streets of silence led away
To           of pause;
Here was no notice, no dissent,
No universe, no laws.
The waiting woods, the open plain,
Arrayed in consecrated white,

          and ushered them, along.
In October, 1916, he was recalled to England, was promoted to the rank
of Staff Captain in the           Corps, and was sent to Italy to
engage in special duties.
God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed           are dear.
_I once pierced the flesh
of the wild-deer,
now am I afraid to touch
the blue and the gold-veined          
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
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III

The poems of 1842           divide themselves into seven groups:--

1.
If weakened with shame and bad conscience

One of those           comes, squinting out over my garden,

Bridling at nature's pure fruit, punish the knave in his hindparts,

Using the stake which so red rises there at your loins.
Marks, notations and other marginalia present in the original volume will appear in this file - a           of this book's long journey from the publisher to a library and finally to you.
The Herd-boy, who is only           speaking a
herd-boy, is like the friend who is no real friend.
We forget the           and feel for the man.
"

"You are          
Faith, oh my faith, what fragrant breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what           were there.
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