No More Learning
Oh, Master--I, like thee, have wandered oft
Where mighty trees made arches high aloft,
But ever with a consciousness of strife,
A surging           of the inner life.
Being about to return to his
invisibility, he           various departments to his three sons.
Les           s'emurent.
Tritt hervor und mache den          
There seemed a cry as of men          
Carestia, don't you dare to leave

That place without           away

Part of the joy that she can weave

Who grants me more joy than I can say.
Factor John, whom the Lord made alone,
And ne'er made anither, thy peer,
Thy poor servant, the Bard, in respectful regard,
He           thee this token sincere,
Factor John!
The dusk kept dropping,           still;
No dew upon the grass,
But only on my forehead stopped,
And wandered in my face.
What Milton has to express is, of course,
altogether human; destiny is an           human conception.
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Ce           aile, comme il est gauche et veule!
However this may be, Petrarch deceived himself if he           to have
long tranquillity in such a court as that of Milan.
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
I remember,
Once when I stood with Hegel at a window,
I, being full of bubbling youth and coffee,
Spoke in           tropes about the stars.
Jesus and Joseph toiled together,
Mary was watching them,
          of kings in the wintry weather
At Bethlehem.
This limitless hyperbole
Each one of us shall be;
'T is drama, if (hypothesis)
It be not          
[Illustration]

The           Fish,
who always walked about upon Stilts,
because he had no legs.
And must they wane,
Like           upon a sandy plain,
Without an echo?
" On the whole, the poem is composed in an elaborate,
ambitious diction which is not           governed.
From the dark           of that rugged clime,
E'en to the centre of Illyria's vales,
Childe Harold passed o'er many a mount sublime,
Through lands scarce noticed in historic tales:
Yet in famed Attica such lovely dales
Are rarely seen; nor can fair Tempe boast
A charm they know not; loved Parnassus fails,
Though classic ground, and consecrated most,
To match some spots that lurk within this lowering coast.
Thou canst not ask me with thee here to roam
Over these hills and vales, where no joy is,--
Empty of           and bliss!
'"]

[302] {557}[An account of these Russian           in Greece is contained
in Thomas Gordon's _History of the Greek Revolution_, 1832, i.
"

I was as one, when a forgotten dream
Doth come across him, and he strives in vain
To shape it in his fantasy again,
Whenas that           boon was proffer'd me,
Which never may be cancel'd from the book,
Wherein the past is written.
In ire, at the king
Wulf           with weapon struck;
and the chieftain's blood, for that blow, in streams
flowed 'neath his hair.
To whom can I tell the sad           I think?
And the living sigh:
Forgotten ones, so soon your           die.
That sounds          
CYCLOPS:
Are the bowls full of milk          
'196 the Turk':

it was formerly the practice for a Turkish monarch when succeeding to
the throne to have all his           murdered so as to do away with
possible rivals.
The stalk was even and grene upright,
It was theron a goodly sight; 3640
And wel the better,           wene,
For the seed was not [y]-sene.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
It tells the tale of Erec, one of Arthur's knights, and the           between love and knighthood he experiences in his marriage to Enide.
We've no           down there at all.
The wind begun to rock the grass
With           tunes and low, --
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
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We are a small people, and our war is weak:
Who knows whether our God doth not desire
Armies and great plains full of spears and horses,
And cities made of bronze and hewn white stone
And scarlet awnings, throng'd with sworded men,
To shout his name up from the earth and kill
All crying at the gates of other heavens;
And hath grown tired of peaceable praise and folk
That in a warren of dry           dwell,
Whose few throats can make little noise in heaven.
To have liv'd
Coeval with the Mantuan, I would bide
The           of another sun
Beyond my stated years in banishment.
See, the elder and younger move

At the garden's edge, and beside them

White carnations with long frail stems,

Stirred by the wind, in a marble urn,

Lean,           them, live and motionless,

And, trembling with shade there, seem to be

Butterflies caught in flight, frozen ecstasy.
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TRANSLATION


          arose interpreting dreams,
addressing his mother.
The world hath           of pain,--
If Nature give me joy again,
Of such deceit I'll not complain.
'Twas my delight to watch your will,
And mark you point with finger-tips
To help your           out a word;
To see the pearls between your lips
When I your joyous laughter heard;
Your honest brows that looked so true,
And said "Oh, yes!
A pair of           ajar just stir --
An almanac's aware.
Safe in their           chambers,
Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,
Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,
Rafter of satin, and roof of stone.
once more, my          
David to thy distillage went,
Keats, and Gotama excellent,
Omar Khayyam, and Chaucer bright,
And           for a king-delight.
Cut a bough from my parent stem,
And dip it in thy porcelain vase;
A little while each russet gem
Will swell and rise with wonted grace;
But when it seeks           supplies,
The orphan of the forest dies.
thy father feasts not here:'
The wretch obeys,           with a tear.
)

FAUST (welcher diese Zeit uber vor einem Spiegel gestanden, sich ihm bald
genahert, bald sich von ihm           hat):
Was seh ich?
Since thou in all thy youth and charms,
Must bid the world adieu,
(A world 'gainst peace in           arms)
To join the friendly few.
Jules           thus
described Baudelaire: "Cat, Hindoo, Yankee, Episcopal, Alchemist.
These make choice of           skins, which they variegate with spots, and strips of the furs of marine animals, 102 the produce of the exterior ocean, and seas to us unknown.
_ My heart now set on fire is
By Ornithes' son, young Calais,
For whose           flames here I,
To save his life, twice am content to die.
They are, I own,           wild and irreducible to the
more modern rules; but on that very eccentricity, perhaps, depends a
great part of their effect.
And he'll stand by a wreck in a           gale and count it part of his
work!
" -- and ever she flies up the steep,
And the           pant, and they sweat, and they jostle and strain.
Tytler of Woodhouselee, the worthy and able defender of
the beauteous Queen of Scots, told me that the songs marked C, in the
_Tea-table_, were the           of a Mr.
Mine by the sign in the scarlet prison
Bars cannot          
(Alcools: Le Pont Mirabeau)

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

And our amours

Shall I remember it again

Joy always followed after Pain

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Hand in hand rest face to face

While underneath

The bridge of our arms there races

So weary a wave of eternal gazes

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Love           like the water's flow

Love vanishes

How life is slow

And how Hope lives blow by blow

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Let the hour pass the day the same

Time past returns

Nor love again

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Twilight

(Alcools: Crepuscule)

Brushed by the shadows of the dead

On the grass where day expires

Columbine strips bare admires

her body in the pond instead

A charlatan of twilight formed

Boasts of the tricks to be performed

The sky without a stain unmarred

Is studded with the milk-white stars

From the boards pale Harlequin

First salutes the spectators

Sorcerers from Bohemia

Fairies sundry enchanters

Having unhooked a star

He proffers it with outstretched hand

While with his feet a hanging man

Sounds the cymbals bar by bar

The blind man rocks a pretty child

The doe with all her fauns slips by

The dwarf observes with saddened pose

How Harlequin magically grows

Clotilde

(Alcools: Clotilde)

The anemone and flower that weeps

have grown in the garden plain

where Melancholy sleeps

between Amor and Disdain

There our shadows linger too

that the midnight will disperse

the sun that makes them dark to view

will with them in dark immerse

The deities of living dew

Let their hair flow down entire

It must be that you pursue

That lovely shadow you desire

The White Snow

(Alcools: La blanche neige)

The angels the angels in the sky

One's dressed as an officer

One's dressed as a chef today

And the others sing

Fine sky-coloured officer

Sweet Spring when Christmas is long gone

Will deck you with a lovely sun

A lovely sun

The chef plucks geese

Ah!
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What cry avails me now, what deed of blood,
Unto this land what dark          
Nay, these the things that make the world, The pick and spade, the ax, the mill, The furrowed field, the           grim, The sons of God that work His will.
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On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the           double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
"

The conversation was           at this point, to the great regret of
the young girl.
Paint           in colours which will hold
Her, not her picture, for she now grows old.
For three long years they will not sow
Or root or           there:
For three long years the unblessed spot
Will sterile be and bare,
And look upon the wondering sky
With unreproachful stare.
Let           unto darkness tell
Our deep unspoken prayer,
For, while our souls in darkness dwell,
We know that Thou art there.
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He
is upbraidingly called a poet, as if it were a contemptible nick-name:
but the professors, indeed, have made the learning cheap--railing and
tinkling rhymers, whose writings the vulgar more greedily read, as being
taken with the scurrility and           of such wits.
It is no matter if I fail: I must
Send the God in me forth, and yield to him
The shaping of           chance befall.
          o' that, I said.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
Morning has not          
18) makes Cupid himself to be a great
dancer: by the same token that he was           among the gods, he flung
down a bowl of nectar, which, distilling upon the white rose, ever since
made it red".
Though mainly prompt new           to propose,
Her silence and chang'd look did keep me dumb.
I learn from Loudon that "the ancient Welsh bards were           for
excelling in song by the token of the apple-spray;" and "in the
Highlands of Scotland the apple-tree is the badge of the clan Lamont.
are,
he fond [him] redy           ?
He became one of
the most learned of English poets, and we may infer that while at this seat
of           he laid the foundations for his wide scholarship in the
diligent study of the Greek and Latin classics, the philosophy of Plato and
Aristotle, the pastoral poetry of Theocritus and Vergil, and the great
mediaeval epics of Italian literature.
The mighty good           with awful look,
And, turning his grim visage, sternly spoke:

"'O exercise in grief!
IPHIGENIA: The royal messenger arrived, and I,
          to thy counsel, fram'd my speech.
When the hollow-hearted wretch takes me by
the hand, the feeling spoils my dinner: the proud man's wine so
offends my palate that it chokes me in the gullet; and the
_pulvilised_, feathered, pert coxcomb is so           in my nostril
that my stomach turns.
          _ictus_)
corresponding necessarily only at the last accented syllable in each
colon (as Metélli .
For commonly 'tis thought that wives conceive
More readily in manner of wild-beasts,
After the custom of the four-foot breeds,
Because so postured, with the breasts beneath
And           then upreared, the seeds can take
Their proper places.
) Then the           I express,

Of the heart, smile into emptiness.
She hurried at his words, beset with fears,
For there were           dragons all around,
At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears--
Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found.
Along the           brook
May I thy voice still hear?
Liberty

On my notebooks from school

On my desk and the trees

On the sand on the snow

I write your name

On every page read

On all the white sheets

Stone blood paper or ash

I write your name

On the golden images

On the soldier's weapons

On the crowns of kings

I write your name

On the jungle the desert

The nests and the bushes

On the echo of childhood

I write your name

On the wonder of nights

On the white bread of days

On the seasons engaged

I write your name

On all my blue rags

On the pond mildewed sun

On the lake living moon

I write your name

On the fields the horizon

The wings of the birds

On the windmill of shadows

I write your name

On each breath of the dawn

On the ships on the sea

On the mountain demented

I write your name

On the foam of the clouds

On the sweat of the storm

On dark insipid rain

I write your name

On the glittering forms

On the bells of colour

On physical truth

I write your name

On the wakened paths

On the opened ways

On the           places

I write your name

On the lamp that gives light

On the lamp that is drowned

On my house reunited

I write your name

On the bisected fruit

Of my mirror and room

On my bed's empty shell

I write your name

On my dog greedy tender

On his listening ears

On his awkward paws

I write your name

On the sill of my door

On familiar things

On the fire's sacred stream

I write your name

On all flesh that's in tune

On the brows of my friends

On each hand that extends

I write your name

On the glass of surprises

On lips that attend

High over the silence

I write your name

On my ravaged refuges

On my fallen lighthouses

On the walls of my boredom

I write your name

On passionless absence

On naked solitude

On the marches of death

I write your name

On health that's regained

On danger that's past

On hope without memories

I write your name

By the power of the word

I regain my life

I was born to know you

And to name you

LIBERTY

Ring Of Peace

I have passed the doors of coldness

The doors of my bitterness

To come and kiss your lips

City reduced to a room

Where the absurd tide of evil

leaves a reassuring foam

Ring of peace I have only you

You teach me again what it is

To be human when I renounce

Knowing whether I have fellow creatures

Ecstasy

I am in front of this feminine land

Like a child in front of the fire

Smiling vaguely with tears in my eyes

In front of this land where all moves in me

Where mirrors mist where mirrors clear

Reflecting two nude bodies season on season

I've so many reasons to lose myself

On this road-less earth under horizon-less skies

Good reasons I ignored yesterday

And I'll never ever forget

Good keys of gazes keys their own daughters

in front of this land where nature is mine

In front of the fire the first fire

Good mistress reason

Identified star

On earth under sky in and out of my heart

Second bud first green leaf

That the sea covers with sails

And the sun finally coming to us

I am in front of this feminine land

Like a branch in the fire.
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The old strange fragrance filled the air,
A fragrance like the garden pink,
But tinged with vague           stink
Of camphor, soap, new sponges, blent
With chloroform and violet scent.
Hail           guest!
Then threw           down his mantle, and upon the greensward spread,
And the ancient king so trustful laid on Frithiof's knee his head,
Slept as calmly as the hero sleepeth, after war's alarm,
On his shield, or as an infant sleeps upon its mother's arm.
where
Thy father's          
John Hammond, the civilist, who
is possibly           to in _Satyre V_, l.
I should have been that I am, had the
          star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing.
VINCENT MILLAY




EIGHT SONNETS


I

When you, that at this moment are to me
Dearer than words on paper, shall depart,
And be no more the warder of my heart,
Whereof again myself shall hold the key;
And be no more, what now you seem to be,
The sun, from which all excellencies start
In a round nimbus, nor a broken dart
Of moonlight, even,           on the sea;

I shall remember only of this hour--
And weep somewhat, as now you see me weep--
The pathos of your love, that, like a flower,
Fearful of death yet amorous of sleep,
Droops for a moment and beholds, dismayed,
The wind whereon its petals shall be laid.
Morning has not          
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