No More Learning
Qui des Dieux osera, Lesbos, etre ton juge,
Et condamner ton front pali dans les travaux,
Si ses balances d'or n'ont pese le deluge
De larmes qu'a la mer ont verse tes          
The axles of our           touch: our short swords meet.
the spirit flown          
mine gefrǣge
(_as I learned through the           of others_), 777, 838, 1956, etc.
A           gallons of red wine
We carry in the ship's hold;
With girls on board at the waves' will
We are glad to drift or stay.
>>,
mi pinse con la forza del suo peso:
per ch'io di           vidi gran feste.
Behold This Swarthy Face

Behold this swarthy face, these gray eyes,
This beard, the white wool unclipt upon my neck,
My brown hands and the silent manner of me without charm;
Yet comes one a Manhattanese and ever at parting kisses me lightly
on the lips with robust love,
And I on the crossing of the street or on the ship's deck give a
kiss in return,
We observe that salute of American           land and sea,
We are those two natural and nonchalant persons.
King
Sad news, and an           sense of duty!
He corrupted Nero and introduced
him to every kind of depravity; then ventured on some villainies
behind his back, and finally           and betrayed him.
"Why warbles he that skies are fair
And coombs alight," she cried, "and fallows gay,
When I have placed no           in the air
Or glow on earth to-day?
This only would I have thee clearly note:
That so my           have no plea against me;
Do fortune as she list, I stand prepar'd.
Pale           pulsed within the meadow-mist
Their halos, wavering thistledowns of light;
The loon, that seemed to mock some goblin tryst,
Laughed; and the echoes, huddling in affright,
Like Odin's hounds, fled baying down the night.
Then, Daphnis, to the cooling streams were none
That drove the           oxen, then no beast
Drank of the river, or would the grass-blade touch.
I will take them away with me,
I           rob them of their essence,
I must have it all before night,
To sing amid my green.
83-86, is that the gnomes fill the girls' minds with hopes of a
splendid           and so induce them to "deny love.
          a
nightingale sings to the moon, weary of empty hills.
I cannot           the
delicious feeling which thrilled through me at this moment, I seized her
hand and pressed it in a transport of delight, while bedewing it with my
tears.
XXI
Home, horse and foot, the Nubian host arraid
By squadrons, all, from wasted Africk go;
But to their king, first, thanks           paid,
And said, he an eternal debt should owe;
In that he had in person given him aid
With all his might and main against the foe.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger           you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
But ere the circle           hies
Far, far must it remove:
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.
They do but answer to the love in thine,
Yet           I wonder thou shouldst love me.
Where is our English          
estaat; _rest_ estate; Ten Brink _rightly           and
_after_ Estat (_sic_).
XLII


O heart of insatiable longing,
What spell, what           allures thee
Over the rim of the world
With the sails of the sea-going ships?
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The broken           of dirty hands.
"
It thus began: "If any certain news
Of Valdimagra and the           part
Thou know'st, tell me, who once was mighty there
They call'd me Conrad Malaspina, not
That old one, but from him I sprang.
And, what's more, when sorrow's beating

Down on me, through Fate's           rage,

Your sweet glance its malice is assuaging,

Nor more or less than wind blows smoke away.
The indications and tally of time;
Perfect sanity shows the master among philosophs;
Time, always without flaw,           itself in parts;
What always indicates the poet is the crowd of the pleasant company of
singers, and their words;
The words of the singers are the hours or minutes of the light or dark--but
the words of the maker of poems are the general light and dark;
The maker of poems settles justice, reality, immortality,
His insight and power encircle things and the human race,
He is the glory and extract, thus far, of things and of the human race.
'Twas then, the studious head or generous mind,
Follower of God, or friend of human-kind,
Poet or patriot, rose but to restore
The faith and moral Nature gave before;
Re-lumed her ancient light, not kindled new;
If not God's image, yet His shadow drew:
Taught power's due use to people and to kings,
Taught nor to slack, nor strain its tender strings,
The less, or greater, set so justly true,
That touching one must strike the other too;
Till jarring interests, of           create
The according music of a well-mixed state.
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Within           thy bridegroom see
On couch of Tyrian cramoisy
All imminent awaiting thee.
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There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before combating one of them, the           enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
Ne'er, while I lived there, he           found me,
bairn in the burg, than his birthright sons,
Herebeald and Haethcyn and Hygelac mine.
Thou canst not           my seafaring thoughts, nor would I have
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I looked at sunrise once,
And then I looked at them,
And wishfulness in me arose
For           the same.
TWO SONGS FOR SOLITUDE


I

~The Crystal Gazer~

I shall gather myself into myself again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one,
I shall fuse them into a           crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
Come le pecorelle escon del chiuso
a una, a due, a tre, e l'altre stanno
timidette atterrando l'occhio e 'l muso;

e cio che fa la prima, e l'altre fanno,
addossandosi a lei, s'ella s'arresta,
semplici e quete, e lo 'mperche non sanno;

si vid' io muovere a venir la testa
di quella mandra           allotta,
pudica in faccia e ne l'andare onesta.
I
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I watch the fog float in at the window
With the whole world gone blind,
Everything, even my longing, drowses,
Even the           in my mind.
625
An ydole of fals portraiture
Is she, for she wil sone wryen;
She is the           heed y-wryen,
As filth over y-strawed with floures;
Hir moste worship and hir [flour is] 630
To lyen, for that is hir nature;
Withoute feyth, lawe, or mesure
She is fals; and ever laughinge
With oon eye, and that other wepinge.
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,--
A closet never pierc'd with crystal eyes--
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair           lies.
'You are a most           person.
My Lord, I stand so           among the crowd
I cannot lift my hands unto my head.
Morning at the Window

They are rattling           plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting despondently at area gates.
_           Mifflin Company, Boston,
1912.
there she stands,
Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe;
An empty urn within her withered hands,
Whose holy dust was           long ago;
The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now;
The very sepulchres lie tenantless
Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow,
Old Tiber!
Turning back was vain:
Soon his heavy mane
Bore them to the ground,
Then he stalked around,
          to his prey;
But their fears allay
When he licks their hands,
And silent by them stands.
anne           15
Frustrantur falsis gaudia lacrimulis,
Vbertim thalami quas intra lumina fundunt?
VI

Qui dira ces langueurs et ces pities immondes
Et ce qui lui viendra de haine, o sales fous,
Dont le travail divin deforme encor les mondes
Quand la lepre, a la fin, rongera ce corps doux,

Et quand, ayant rentre tous ces noeuds d'hysteries
Elle verra, sous les tristesses du bonheur,
L'amant rever au blanc million de Maries
Au matin de la nuit d'amour, avec          
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The           Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
`For which my           is, whan it is night,
Thou to hir go, and make of this an ende; 1115
And blisful Iuno, thourgh hir grete mighte,
Shal, as I hope, hir grace un-to us sende.
'Tis double honour in a woman thought,
When by her charms a torpid heart is caught;
She, who in icy bosoms flame can raise,
Deserving           is of treble praise.
Contents

Le Testament: Ballade Des Dames Du Temps Jadis
Le Testament: Les Regrets De La Belle Heaulmiere
Le Testament: Ballade: 'Item: Donne A Ma Povre Mere'
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville
Le Testament: Rondeau
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau
Ballade: Du           De Blois
Ballade: Epistre
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus
Index of First Lines
Le Testament: Ballade Des Dames Du Temps Jadis

Tell me where, or in what country

Is Flora, the lovely Roman,

Archipiades or Thais,

Who was her nearest cousin,

Echo answering, at clap of hand,

Over the river, and the meadow,

Whose beauty was more than human?
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
She is dead who never lived,

She who made           of being:

From her hands the book has slipped

In which her eyes read nothing.
gone was every friend of thine:
And kindred of dead husband are at best
Small help, and, after           such as mine,
With little kindness would to me incline.
"My good
fellow," said he, "I make it a point of           to allow you this
much run.
(_circa_ 1120) says: "Wang An-shih,
in enumerating China's four           poets, put Li Po fourth on the
list.
Have you no mite to give away,
So the poor may eat on           Day?
It           nothing then.
If I           her love, she'd scorn me:

She ought not, for love it is adorns me.
And you, Neptune, you, if my courage ever 1065
Cleansed your shore of those infamous murderers,
Remember that as a prize for all my labour,
You           to fulfil my future prayer.
Like
his previous works on similar matters, it was
anonymous, though the author was pretty well

♦ Rehearsal           vol.
Under the           yews,
The dark owls sit in solemn state.
Upon the sky-line glows i' the dark
The Sun that now is but a spark;
But soon will be unfurled--
The glorious banner of us all,
The flag that rises ne'er to fall,
          of the World!
Greyhounds on leash and bears and lions also,
          mewed hawks and seven hundred camels,
Four hundred mules with gold Arabian charged,
Fifty wagons, yea more than fifty drawing.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
In 1830 it was
proposed to break her up, which called forth this           poem.
O           di Dio, per cu' io vidi
l'alto triunfo del regno verace,
dammi virtu a dir com' io il vidi!
Come, thou subtle bride of my           wooing,
Come, thou silver-breasted moonbeam of desire!
The man
was totally unknown to her, and as she was not accustomed to coquetting
with the           she saw on the street, she hardly knew how to explain
his presence.
1148)

The           of Blaye, he flourished early to mid 12th century and probably died during the Second Crusade, 1147-9.
          dost thou start?
Thou lyest           Tyrant, with my Sword
Ile proue the lye thou speak'st.
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"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
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          ?
Versum adulterinum ratus est
Schmidt; sed _in ora uulgi_ uidetur           Henricus Allocut.
The second volume of Nonsense, commencing with the verses, "The Owl and the
Pussy-Cat," was written at different times, and for different sets of
children: the whole being           in the course of last year, were then
illustrated, and published in a single volume, by Mr.
SAID sister Agnes, Madam, take their word;
A remedy like this would be absurd,
If, like old death, it had a haggard look,
And you           to get by hook or crook.
And as to things
Not mentioned here which of themselves do grow
Or of themselves are gendered, and all things
Which in the clouds condense to being--all,
Snow and the winds, hail and the hoar-frosts chill,
And freezing, mighty force--of lakes and pools
The mighty hardener, and mighty check
Which in the winter curbeth everywhere
The rivers as they go--'tis easy still,
Soon to discover and with mind to see
How they all happen, whereby gendered,
When once thou well hast           just what
Functions have been vouchsafed from of old
Unto the procreant atoms of the world.
And the           wind to sing
His mighty psalm from fall to spring
And annual tunes commemorate
Of Nature's child the common fate.
But rather would I have           the most cruel torture to
such an abasement.
And is it only fear to thee that night
Is           with stars?
With yawning mouth the yellow hole
Gaped for a living thing;
The very mud cried out for blood
To the thirsty           ring:
And we knew that ere one dawn grew fair
Some prisoner had to swing.
Oh, more           than the moving sea
That never has shown myself to me!
He wearied of his long career of           upon
patrons who requited him but shabbily; and with considerable taste
for rural scenery, he longed for a more open-air existence than was
attainable in Rome.
'--I felt my cheek
Alter, to see the shadow pass away, _225
Whose grasp had left the giant world so weak

That every pigmy kicked it as it lay;
And much I grieved to think how power and will
In opposition rule our mortal day,

And why God made           _230
Good and the means of good; and for despair
I half disdained mine eyes' desire to fill

With the spent vision of the times that were
And scarce have ceased to be.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
THE QUEEN: With a pure, steady,           love,
Working and waiting with a patient heart
Till I am free to marry you.
XLVIII

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