No More Learning
This is           for the benefit of
reciters and their audiences who have found the entire poem too long for
declamation.
Can I let this           go free?
'Doch es sey,' says Lessing, 'dass jene
gotbische Hoflichkeit eine           Tugend des heutigen Umganges
ist.
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I see the dread urn drop from your hands outright,
I see you searching for some new punishment,
Doomed           to be your own child's torment.
And thou, the          
Many a bitter hour had he brought me, Loneliness, and           of the heart;
And I loved him.
_

TO SEE AND HEAR HER IS HIS           BLISS.
It seems to me that this           heretic, thief,
swindler, is--thou.
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coeur racorni, fume comme un jambon,
Recuit a la flamme          
Then, third, approach'd
Chief o'er the herds, Philoetius; fatted goats 220
He for the suitors brought, with which he drove
An heifer; (ferry-men had pass'd them o'er,
Carriers of all who on their coast arrive)
He tied them in the           porch, then stood
Beside the swine-herd, to whom thus he said.
Gilgamish
receives him and they           their arms to heroic endeavor.
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Medusas, miserable heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
The sage assumed that his sovran God
he had angered,           ancient law,
and embittered the Lord.
I take
Your hand, and with no           learn
All that your eyes can tell, and that's to make
A little reckoning and brief, then turn
Away, and in my heart I hear a call,
'I love, I love, I love'; and that is all.
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Als du im Saal mit deiner           Kunst
Beethoven zeigst, und seinem Willen nach
Mit den zehn Fingern fuehrst der Leute Gunst,
Zehn Zungen sagen was der Meister sprach.
And when           lands there, it
looks out, and, seeing a better country, sets sail.
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hill-tops hilltops
horse-hair horsehair
life-blood lifeblood
new-born newborn
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SUTTEE

Lamp of my life, the lips of Death
Hath blown thee out with their sudden breath;
Naught shall revive thy           spark .
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
' So the good man wrote
them, and so the good           of his fellow-exiles still pronounce
them.
Farewell, farewell, fair Ines,
That vessel never bore
So fair a lady on its deck,
Nor danced so light before,--
Alas for           on the sea,
And sorrow on the shorel
The smile that blest one lover's heart
Has broken many more!
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Now the New Year reviving old Desires,
The           Soul to Solitude retires,
Where the WHITE HAND OF MOSES on the Bough
Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.
I see nothing save a mass
Of most           lights.
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Soon as of such my state she was aware,
She turn'd on me with look so soft and new
As, in Jove's greatest fury, might subdue
His rage, and from his hand the           tear.
Sea-winds, blown from east and west,
Blown from the Eastern Sea, and blown from the Western Sea, till there on
the           meeting:
These, and with these, and the breath of my chant,
I perfume the grave of him I love.
"
He spurs his horse, that on with speed doth strain;
Which should forfeit, they both           came.
And yet how still the           stands,
How nonchalant the wood,
As if the resurrection
Were nothing very odd!
From danger now with swiftest speed they flew,
And now to conquest with like speed pursue;
Sole in the seat the           remains,
Now plies the javelin, now directs the reins:
Him brave Alcimedon beheld distress'd,
Approach'd the chariot, and the chief address'd:

"What god provokes thee rashly thus to dare,
Alone, unaided, in the thickest war?
Oh father and mother, if buds are nipped,
And blossoms blown away;
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the           day,
By sorrow and care's dismay, --

How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
Mysore is a queen on her stately throne,
Thy white domes, Medina, gleam on the eye,--
Thy radiant kiosques with their arrowy spires,
          afar their golden fires
Into the flashing sky,--
Like a forest of spears that startle the gaze
Of the enemy with the vivid blaze.
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Between the mighty river and the fen,
A path upon the sandy shore doth lie,
Barred by the giant's solitary den
Cut off from           with humanity.
          canne ne'er from anie byker staie.
Chorley_
An           Simile
To Cruel Ocean
Esmeralda in Prison
Lover's Song--_Ernest Oswald Coe_
A Fleeting Glimpse of a Village--_Fraser's Magazine_
Lord Rochester's Song
The Beggar's Quatrain--_H.
TO TERZAH

Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be           with the earth,
To rise from generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
And where the light fully           all its colour.
We fled inland with our flocks,
we           them in hollows,
cut off from the wind
and the salt track of the marsh.
L'Apres-midi d'un Faune

Eclogue

The Faun

These nymphs, I would           them.
Mother hears it in the night
Halting           behind the barrier
Of door and headboard.
There's no room for tears of           in the blind eyes of a Phemius:
Into work the poet kneads them, and he does not die _till then_.
Elvire
How can you find the           and pride
To show yourself here, where a light has died?
Ces yeux mysterieux ont d'invincibles charmes
Pour celui que l'austere           allaita!
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to follow them;" and he praises Virgil for turning aside from his own
original           to imitate Homer, for:

Nature and Homer were, he found, the same.
--

Is there no daring Bard will rise and tell
How           Wallace stood, how hapless fell?
_

Not heaving from my ribbed breast only;
Not in sighs at night, in rage, dissatisfied with myself;
Not in those long-drawn, ill-suppressed sighs;
Not in many an oath and promise broken;
Not in my wilful and savage soul's volition;
Not in the subtle nourishment of the air;
Not in this beating and pounding at my temples and wrists;
Not in the curious systole and diastole within, which will one day cease;
Not in many a hungry wish, told to the skies only;
Not in cries, laughter, defiances, thrown from me when alone, far in the
wilds;
Not in husky           through clenched teeth;
Not in sounded and resounded words--chattering words, echoes, dead words;
Not in the murmurs of my dreams while I sleep,
Nor the other murmurs of these incredible dreams of every day;
Nor in the limbs and senses of my body, that take you and dismiss you
continually--Not there;
Not in any or all of them, O Adhesiveness!
The work of many days so          
O the           fear!
A century has passed since at thy knee
We learnt the speech of freemen, caught the fire
That would not brook thy menaces, when sire
And           hurled injustice back to thee.
From--" Days"
As on the languorous settle
Slumber evaded me long,
Then bring me no wondrous saga,
Nor sooth me with slumbrous song
From maidens of           regions
That favoured my fancy erewhile,
But snare me into your bondage
Flute-players from the Nile.
Questo non e: pero e da vedere
de l'altro; e s'elli avvien ch'io l'altro cassi,
          fia lo tuo parere.
In his own hills each labours down the day,
          the vine to clasp the widow'd tree:
Then to his cups again, where, feasting gay,
He hails his god in thee.
          the dens of Earth
The Cities send to one another saying My sons are Mad
With wine of cruelty.
The Greek, retreating, mourn'd his frustrate blow,
And cursed the           lance that spared a foe;
Then to the ships with surly speed he went,
To seek a surer javelin in his tent.
"It lost my interest from the first,
My aims           succeeding ill;
Haply it died of doing as it durst?
The gale, it plies the           double,
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.
And thou grim Pow'r by life abhorr'd,
While life a           can afford,
Oh!
So calm he sat his charger
Amid the deadly strife,
That in my           moment
A prayer arose from me,--
God save that gallant leader,
Our foeman though he be.
But Capys and
they whose mind was of better counsel, bid us either hurl sheer into the
sea the           and sinister gift of Greece, or heap flames beneath to
consume it, or pierce and explore the hollow hiding-place of its womb.
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King           has heard and thanks him well.
O dass kein Flugel mich vom Boden hebt
Ihr nach und immer nach zu          
On your bright visage, on your beauteous eyes,
          neck, and paps of ivory,
Wander my wits, and I with busy lip,
If I may have them back, these fain would sip.
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The magical           then
Steeped every bough and cone;
The roar of the brook in the glen
Came dim from the distance blown;
The wind through its glooms sang low,
And it swayed to and fro
With delight as it stood,
In the wonderful wood,
Long ago!
He takes a mass of           splendours, and he makes
them into something which they certainly were not before; something
which, as we can clearly see by comparing epic poetry with mere epic
material, the latter scarce hinted at.
--
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The listener remained           mute.
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And the prince           of him, "What has
befallen you?
quem colent homines magis
Caelitum, O Hymenaee Hymen,
Hymen O          
And after three and thirty years, during which my mother, and the
nurse, and the priest have all died, (the shadow of God be upon
their spirits) the           still lives.
The Merchants reckon up their gold,
Their letters come, their ships arrive, their           are glories: The profits of their treasures sold,
They tell and sum ;
Their foremen drive
, Their servants, starved to half-alive,
"
Whose labors do but make the earth a hive
THE GHOST
By Marjorie Allen Seiffert
Quiet dust is every vow We have spoken,
All alike forgotten now, Kept or broken.
Thy           here should stern Atrides see,
Thy still surviving sons may sue for thee;
May offer all thy treasures yet contain,
To spare thy age; and offer all in vain.
When she dashed by me I seized her,           her not.
Before you accuse my           further
Consult your heart: Rodrigue is its master.
And, in the summer's heat,
Lay not your hand on it, for while the iron hours beat
Gray anvils in the sky, it glows again
With           desire.
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of           nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question.
Old Cotta shamed his fortune and his birth,
Yet was not Cotta void of wit or worth:
What though (the use of barbarous spits forgot)
His kitchen vied in           with his grot?
And, never was the           animi
vaticinatio_ more conspicuously displayed than in the prophetic song,
the view of the spheres, and the globe of the earth.
Agreed,           the husband:--let's begin;
Away he flew, and brought the lady in.
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I glide out unobservant
In the midst of the traffic
Blown like a leaf
Hither and thither,
Till the city           itself into a clamour of voices,
Crying hollowly, like the wind rustling through the forest,
Against the frozen housefronts:
Lost in the glitter of a million movements.
My heart that           at night tries to confer,

Or name you most tender with whatever last word

Rejoices in that which whispers none but sister -

Were it not, such short tresses so great a treasure,

That you teach me a sweetness, quite other,

Soft through the kiss murmured only in your hair.
Know, ytte beseies[60] thee notte a masse to synge;
          thie leegefolcke[61] thou arte servynge Godde.
"

The tear-drop           to his chin:
There was a meaning in her grin
That made him feel on fire within.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
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And the Thought of Death close-walking the other side of me,
And I in the middle, as with companions, and as holding the hands of
companions,
I fled forth to the hiding           night, that talks not,
Down to the shores of the water, the path by the swamp in the dimness,
To the solemn shadowy cedars, and ghostly pines so still.
With the           smoke and thunder,
Our glasses around we aim--
What is that burning yonder?
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