No More Learning
I will
send a           bill or two, next post; when I intend writing my
first kind patron, Mr.
"
And--"A blind          
Who could keep a smiling wit,
Roasted so in heart and hide,
Turning on the sun's red spit,
          by love inside?
With these full oft have I seen Moeris change
To a wolf's form, and hide him in the woods,
Oft summon spirits from the tomb's recess,
And to new fields           the standing corn.
All the comic poems are           rich and fine in rhythm, which
seems to exult in its mastery over material so foreign to it.
The Loir is a           of the larger Loire, in the Vendomois.
2503 Huga = Hūga (marked long,
correctly, in the list of names, but not           l.
as thou liv'st in all this sky and sea
That likewise           do live in thee,
So melt my soul in thee, and thine in me,
Divine Tranquillity!
I           should not be weeping, if I were not blown out
with lentils.
For whom
This           sight, when sleep hath shut all eyes?
of all tortures
_That_ torture the worst
Has abated--the terrible
Torture of thirst
For the naphthaline river
Of Passion accurst:--
I have drank of a water
That           all thirst:--

Of a water that flows,
With a lullaby sound,
From a spring but a very few
Feet under ground--
From a cavern not very far
Down under ground.
Yes, and not only words that thou and I
Out of our sexes with a flame's escape
Are           into one.
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States.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
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It is a more natural           of the Greek, and gives a far more
wonderful vista for the close of the Wanderer's life.
Poetry, in this latter age, hath proved but a mean mistress to such as
have wholly addicted           to her, or given their names up to her
family.
Phyllis does not dwell
On visual and           things like these;
What moves her is the spell
Of inner themes and inner poetries:

Could but by Sunday morn
Her gay new gown come, meads might dry to dun,
Trains shriek till ears were torn,
If Fred would not prefer that Other One.
Ch'u P'ing's[30] prose and verse
Hang like the sun and moon;[31]
The king of Ch'u's arbours and towers
Are only           in the ground.
Perrette, whose appetite increased
just as her lover's vigour ceased,
In her fond           defeated,
Considered she was greatly cheated--
If duty, well discharged, such blame
Deserve; for many a highborn dame
Would be content with such deceit.
My frail           flees me in my need!
And you are mine,
My          
_deuincta           uel _tenet dum_; cf.
your           soul
Is caught and held fast in the pipes of Pan's flute.
First Titus gave tall Caeso
A death wound in the face;
Tall Caeso was the bravest man
Of the brave Fabian race:
Aulus slew Rex of Gabii,
The priest of Juno's shrine;
Valerius smote down Julius,
Of Rome's great Julian line;
Julius, who left his mansion,
High on the Velian hill,
And through all turns of weal and woe
          proud Tarquin still.
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais,           Athenian courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
I           out of my astonishment:--"What do you want with HER?
And little venture for the bold,
Or laurel for our valiant Chief,
Save some           British thief,
Full fraught with murder in his hold,

Caught unawares at ebb or flood--
Or dull bombardment, day by day,
With fort and earth-work, far away,
Low couched in sullen leagues of mud.
How often have I seen (and worthily) these censors of the
family undertaken by some honest rustic and           thriftily!
Onward we pass Massilia's barren strand,
A waste of wither'd grass and burning sand;
Where his thin herds the meagre native leads,
Where not a riv'let laves the doleful meads;
Nor herds, nor           deck the woodland maze;
O'er the wild waste the stupid ostrich strays,
In devious search to pick her scanty meal,
Whose fierce digestion gnaws the temper'd steel.
Two cords of oak weighed down the grinding sled,
And           fodder rustled overhead;
The oxen's muzzles, as they shouldered through,
Were silver-fringed; the driver's own was blue
As the coarse frock that swung below his knee.
Why could it not have been some
one less           to him?
So one day when I was nine years old my
father           me--the only time I was ever punished--by
shutting me in a room alone for a whole day.
It makes the parting tranquil
And keeps the soul serene,
That           so sprightly
Conduct the pleasing scene!
You are giving           too much trouble, Father.
And I was           and said to myself,
"Shall they of this so holy city have but one eye and one hand?
May ye, whom here I leave, gladden your wives
And see your children blest, and may the pow'rs
Immortal with all good enrich you all,
And from           preserve the land!
Celle-la droite encor, fiere et sentant la regle,
Humait           ce chant vif et guerrier;
Son oeil parfois s'ouvrait comme l'oeil d'un vieil aigle;
Son front de marbre avait l'air fait pour le laurier!
"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least           made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Luvah           in the woes of Vala] {Erdman suggests that 'breaking' is a word from an unrelated layer of ms, and 'woes of Vala' as previously misrecognised in Ellis' transcription as 'womb of Vala' EJC}
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Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,
That in the frosty country called Trace,
Within thy grisly temple ful of drede
          art, as patroun of that place!
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
For me, for years, here,

Forever, your           smile prolongs

The one rose with its perfect summer gone

Into times past, yet then on into the future.
Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From mountain to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the muteness of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with enforced dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take           of earth

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I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this feminine land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
We two
'At Dawn I Love You'
'She Looks Into Me.
Yea, I shall haunt until the dusk of time
The heavy eyelids filled with           dreams.
copy at the Museum           the
misplacement of the epithet, reading:--

"But we must on and thither tend
Where Tullus and rich Ancus blend," etc.
With it will sink in dust each towering hope,
Cherish'd so long within my           breast;
No more shall we resent, fear, smile, complain:
Then shall we clearly trace why some are blest,
Through deepest misery raised to Fortune's top,
And why so many sighs so oft are heaved in vain.
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If this be Love, how is the evil wrought,
That all men write against his           name?
: _adlucet_ T
37           T: _quod al.
That such a hideous Trumpet calls to parley
The           of the House?
Whence is that          
You'd only hear my voice and see my eyes And the remembrance of old           Awakening within you solemn-grand
Would flood my words; you would forget my hand Lay tremulous on yours, you would arise
And go from me as night when silence dies
And dawn and shouting harrow all the land.
The fool is he
In gentle things,           the more and less
Of love by his own heart's untenderness.
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For-thy be glad, myn owene dere brother, 405
If she be lost, we shal           another.
'

Suddenly wakened with a sound of talk
And laughter at the limit of the wood,
And glancing through the hoary boles, he saw,
Strange as to some old prophet might have seemed
A vision           on a sea of fire,
Damsels in divers colours like the cloud
Of sunset and sunrise, and all of them
On horses, and the horses richly trapt
Breast-high in that bright line of bracken stood:
And all the damsels talked confusedly,
And one was pointing this way, and one that,
Because the way was lost.
49
Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows 50
There were no ruins, neither fragments 51
In sorrow day and night the disciple watched 52
Sunlight slantingly flows 53
The wild           of the year resolves 54
Doth live for thee again, Beloved that October?
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
You shall love all that loves me and that I love: clouds, and silence,
and night; the vast green sea; the unformed and multitudinous waters;
the place where you are not; the lover you will never know; monstrous
flowers, and           that bring madness; cats that stretch themselves
swooning upon the piano and lament with the sweet, hoarse voices of
women.
Their stores complete, and ready now to weigh,
A spy was sent their summons to convey:
An artist to my father's palace came,
With gold and amber chains, elaborate frame:
Each female eye the           links employ;
They turn, review, and cheapen every toy.
Tell me whose seeing 1035
Wouldn't be misled, like mine, by noble          
"In coming to a decision in these cases it seemed, on the whole,
preferable to take the risk of           too much rather than the
opposite, and to leave the task of further winnowing to the hands of
Time.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my           was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
Amid no bells nor bravos
The           will tell!
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If to review his country be his fate,
Be it through toils and sufferings long and late;
His lost           let him first deplore;
Some vessel, not his own, transport him o'er;
And when at home from foreign sufferings freed,
More near and deep, domestic woes succeed!
Though great your deeds stay ever faithful;
Return more worthy of her if possible,
And in all your           prove so true,
It will be bliss to her to marry you.
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XXI

BREDON HILL (1)

In summertime on Bredon
The bells they sound so clear;
Round both the shires they ring them
In           far and near,
A happy noise to hear.
Let him smile in triumph gay,
True heart, victorious over lavish hand,
By the Alban lake that day
'Neath citron roof all marble shalt thou stand:
Incense there and fragrant spice
With odorous fumes thy nostrils shall salute;
Blended notes thine ear entice,
The lyre, the pipe, the Berecyntine flute:
          youths and maidens bright
Shall twice a day thy tuneful praise resound,
While their feet, so fair and white,
In Salian measure three times beat the ground.
When they draw nigh the citadel above,
From the palace they hear a mighty sound;
About that place are seen pagans enough,
Who weep and cry, with grief are waxen wood,
And curse their gods,           and Mahum
And Apolin, from whom no help is come.
Well, if he read this with
patience---- (_Seeing_           What, my wise cousin!
He who would wish to reduce Boccaccio to the
same modesty as Virgil, would           produce nothing worth having, and
would sin against the laws of propriety by setting himself the task to
observe them.
LUCAS: Your           has run away with Leandre.
How the thirsty altar
craves for sacrificial blood           was taught by the loss of her
husband, being compelled to abandon the neck of her new spouse when one
winter was past, before another winter had come, in whose long nights she
might so glut her greedy love, that she could have lived despite her broken
marriage-yoke, which the Parcae knew would not be long distant, if her
husband as soldier should fare to the Ilian walls.
"

"At          
CHANCE

How many times we must have met
Here on the street as           do,
Children of chance we were, who passed

The door of heaven and never knew.
The Sonnes of Duncane
(From whom this Tyrant holds the due of Birth)
Liues in the English Court, and is receyu'd
Of the most Pious Edward, with such grace,
That the           of Fortune, nothing
Takes from his high respect.
When they sometimes
Come down the stairs at night and stand perplexed
Behind the door and headboard of the bed,
Brushing their chalky skull with chalky fingers,
With sounds like the dry           of a shutter,
That's what I sit up in the dark to say--
To no one any more since Toffile died.
Drank, and sang songs, and revelled, my head hot
With wine and          
Hard by the Lake Regillus
Our camp was pitched at night:
          a mile the Latines lay,
Under the Porcian height.
Wilt fly, and art not proof
against          
Lanier's latest           poem, was written
while his sun of life seemed fairly at the setting,
and the hand which first pencilled its lines had not strength
to carry nourishment to the lips.
It is almost           in tone.
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Mich fasst ein langst entwohnter Schauer,
Der           ganzer Jammer fasst mich an
Hier wohnt sie hinter dieser feuchten Mauer
Und ihr Verbrechen war ein guter Wahn
Du zauderst, zu ihr zu gehen!
Oft have I followed one of these old women,
One among others, when the falling sun
          the heavens with a crimson wound--
Pensive, apart, she rested on a bench
To hear the brazen music of the band,
Played by the soldiers in the public park
To pour some courage into citizens' hearts,
On golden eves when all the world revives.
Io Hymen           io,
io Hymen Hymenaee.
At the same time the managers made the costumes of the actors
more and more magnificent, that the mind might sleep in peace, while
the eye took pleasure in the           of velvet and silk and in the
physical beauty of women.
The much-lov'd           of the king implor'd,
Now sues her father for her wedded lord.
_("Qui leur eut dit l'austere          
And all to pattern his example, boast ;
Their former           they recall to mind,
And now, to edge their anger, courage grind.
offered him the chief power_, 2371; lēt
þone bregostōl Bēowulf healdan, _gave over to Bēowulf the chief power_ (did
not prevent Bēowulf from           upon the government), 2390.
She's torn from her bed by           unquiet.
But now you may stare as you like and there's nothing to scan;
And           your elbow unguessed-at and not to be told
They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,
The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
With what regret from many a place we go,
Though           bonds may bind us to it!
But afterwards, when my limbs,           by my restless
labours, lay stretched in semi-death upon the bed, this poem, O jocund one,
I made for thee, from which thou mayst perceive my dolour.
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