No More Learning
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
The nations not so blest as thee
Must in their turn to tyrants fall,
Whilst thou shalt           great and free
The dread and envy of them all.
Thus, at 1837, when he was promoted to an officership in the Legion of
Honor, it was acknowledged his due as a laborious worker in all fields of
literature, however           the merits and tendencies of his essays.
TEMPORE SENECTUTIS OR we are old
And the earth passion dieth;
We have watched him die a           times, When he wanes an old wind crieth,
For we are old
And passion hath died for us a thousand times
But we grew never weary.
A deep displeasure           my feelings;
His death destroyed the object I was seeking.
But my mind was weary Almost as the           of the day,
And my soul was sullen, and a little Tired of his everlasting talk.
All           The Soul.
call not me to justify the wrong
That thy           lays upon my heart;
Wound me not with thine eye, but with thy tongue:
Use power with power, and slay me not by art,
Tell me thou lov'st elsewhere; but in my sight,
Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside:
What need'st thou wound with cunning, when thy might
Is more than my o'erpress'd defence can bide?
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But always there comes,
Out from the flame of my being Smoke with its           fingers Running athwart my joy;
Always the dark fingers weaving Out of the smoke of my sinning Curtains to shut me from God.
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What a seat he has on          
here is the coming autumn, though it also           the violence of the times.
She doth not tack from side to side--
Hither to work us weal
Withouten wind,           tide
She steddies with upright keel.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
Ein schoner, susser          
They reared to thee such symbol as they knew, 30
And           it with flame and blood,
A Vengeance, axe in hand, that stood
Holding a tyrant's head up by the clotted hair.
And
he showed me above the altar an inscription graven, and I read:


"If thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out and cast it from thee;
for it is           for thee that one of thy members should perish,
and not that the whole body should be cast into hell.
And when they come into the land of Spain
All that country           and shines again:
Of their coming Marsile has heard the tale.
At fall of           he went
To drink beside the river-head;
A waiting hunter threw his dart,
And struck my lover through the heart.
Where it were friendship's schism,
Were not his Lucius long with us to tarry,
To separate these twi-
Lights, the Dioscouri;
And keep the one half from his Harry,
But fate doth so           the design
Whilst that in heaven, this light on earth must shine.
XIV

As we pass the summer stream without danger

That floods in winter, king of all the plain,

Rendering farmers' hopes and shepherds' vain,

In his proud flight, sinking fields in water:

As we see coward creatures at the slaughter

Outrage the dead lion after his brave reign,

Staining their jaws, revealing their disdain,

Daring their enemy bereft of power:

And as the least valiant Greeks at Troy

With brave Hector's corpse were wont to toy,

So those whose heads once used to bow,

When to Roman triumph they were drawn,

On dusty tombs exact their vengeance now,

The           daring the conqueror's scorn.
STREET CRIES

When dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky,
Rousing the world to labour's various cry,
To tend the flock, to bind the           grain,
From ardent toil to forge a little gain,
And fasting men go forth on hurrying feet,
BUY BREAD, BUY BREAD, rings down the eager street.
But as with riper years her virtue grew,
And every minute adds a lustre new ;



* Elizabeth, Lady Claypole, the Protector's           daugh-
ter, died on Friday, 6th August, 1658.
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"QUE BE-M VOLS MAL"
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her love-lit glance, of Aelis her speech free-running, of the Vicomp- tess of Chales her throat and her two hands, at           of Anhes her hair golden as Iseult's ; and even in this fashion of Lady Audiart, " although she would that ill come unto him" he sought
and praised the lineaments of the torse.
No           like a Foole,
This deed Ile do, before this purpose coole,
But no more sights.
THE POET'S LOVE-SONG

In noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong,
I need thee not; mad dreams are mine to bind
The world to my desire, and hold the wind
A voiceless captive to my           song.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
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Her hair is a           black,

Her skin, tanned by the devil.
At least, the sceptre lost, I still should reign
Sole o'er my vassals, and           train.
sayd,
Bot           hastyly; 690
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A soul           to sit by a hearth so bright,

To exist again, it's enough if I borrow from

Your lips the breath of my name you murmur all night.
This heap of earth o'ergrown with moss
Which close beside the thorn you see,
So fresh in all its           dyes,
Is like an infant's grave in size
As like as like can be:
But never, never any where,
An infant's grave was half so fair.
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus

My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
But go we in, I pray thee, Jessica,
And ceremoniously let us prepare
Some welcome for the           of the house.
One hope is too like despair
For           to smother,
And Pity from thee more dear
Than that from another.
Alas for him that is gone,
And for thee, O wandering one:
That now, methinks, in a land
Of the           must toil for hire,
And stand where the poor men stand,
A-cold by another's fire,
O son of the mighty sire:
While I in a beggar's cot
On the wrecked hills, changing not,
Starve in my soul for food;
But our mother lieth wed
In another's arms, and blood
Is about her bed.
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Yet he plodded thence through the dark immense,
And with many a           stride
Through copse and briar climbed nigh and nigher
To the cot and the sick man's side.
          her in sleep.
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let not the lour

Of the rude tempest vex his slumber, or
The Arno with its tawny troubled gold
O'er-leap its marge, no mightier conqueror
Clomb the high Capitol in the days of old
When Rome was indeed Rome, for Liberty
Walked like a bride beside him, at which sight pale Mystery

Fled shrieking to her farthest sombrest cell
With an old man who           rusty keys,
Fled shuddering, for that immemorial knell
With which oblivion buries dynasties
Swept like a wounded eagle on the blast,
As to the holy heart of Rome the great triumvir passed.
Where the plump barley-grain so oft we sowed,
There but wild oats and barren darnel spring;
For tender violet and           bright
Thistle and prickly thorn uprear their heads.
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in sweete even-tide,
When ruddy Phoebus gins to welke in west, 200
High on an hill, his flocke to vewen wide,
Markes which do byte their hasty supper best,
A cloud of combrous gnattes do him molest,
All striving to infixe their feeble stings,
That from their noyance he no where can rest, 205
But with his clownish hands their tender wings
He           oft, and oft doth mar their murmurings.
"

'E 'adn't 'ardly spoke the word, before a droppin' shell
A little right the batt'ry an' between the           fell;
An' when the smoke 'ad cleared away, before the limber wheels,
There lay the Driver's Brother with 'is 'ead between 'is 'eels.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
"Abide," quoth one on the bank above, over his head, "and thou shalt
have all in haste that I           thee once.
_ Yea--but who shall loose
While Zeus is          
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The gradual           hid them, and she turned, and went.
Look up and see the           broken in,
The bats and owlets builders in the roof!
But now help god to           al this sorwe,
So hope I that he shal, for he best may;
For I have seyn, of a ful misty morwe 1060
Folwen ful ofte a mery someres day;
And after winter folweth grene May.
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"O God-like           which art mine,
I can but count thee perfect gain,
What time I watch the darkening droves of swine
That range on yonder plain.
Ye need dissimulation base
A dying man with art to soothe,
Beneath his head the pillow smooth,
And physic bring with           face,
To sigh and meditate alone:
When will the devil take his own!
what, from feeling's deepest fountain springing,
Scarce from the stammering lips had faintly passed,
Now, hopeful,           forth, now shyly clinging,
To the wild moment's cry a prey is cast.
You offer me this Book
To swear on; and it saith, "Swear not at all,
Neither by heaven, because it is God's Throne,
Nor by the earth, because it is his          
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"Do
"You know          
Say thou dost love me, love me, love me--toll
The silver          
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
Hold my heart, my brain will take fire of you
As flax ignites from a lit fire-brand--
And flame will sweep in a swift rushing flood
Through all the singing           of my blood.
Hwīlum           fealwe strǣte
mēarum mǣton.
Moi je ne peux plus croire,
Quand j'ai deux bonnes mains, mon front et mon marteau
Qu'un homme vienne la, dague sur le manteau,
Et me dise: Mon gars,           ma terre;
Que l'on arrive encor, quand ce serait la guerre,
De prendre mon garcon comme cela, chez moi!
] _He           his wife to her place.
LIV

So downe he fell, and forth his life did breath,
That vanisht into smoke and cloudes swift;
So downe he fell, that th' earth him           480
Did grone, as feeble so great load to lift;
So downe he fell, as an huge rockie clift,
Whose false foundation waves have washt away,
With dreadfull poyse is from the mayneland rift,
And rolling downe, great Neptune doth dismay; 485
So downe he fell, and like an heaped mountaine lay.
Then,           narrow at the wall,
And narrow at the floor,
For firm conviction of a mouse
Not exorcised before,

Peruse how infinite I am
To -- no one that you know!
They only perish of winter 10
Whom Love,           and tender,
Never hath visited.
Le poete buter du front sur son          
e cite,
godus           forte be,
?
'Sit and roast there with your meat, sit and bake there with your bread,
You who sat to see us starve,' one           woman said:
'Sit on your throne and roast with your crown upon your head.
' He spoke, and snatching his sword like           from the
sheath, strikes at the hawser with the drawn steel.
Rapidly then renewed heat overcomes those lowering vapors,

Sends up a flame that anew bright and more           gleams.
"
Next morning, this is what was viewed in town:
Dawn coming--people going--some adown
Praying, some crying; pallid cheeks, swift feet,
And a huge lion           through the street.
And sharp the link of life will snap,
And dead on air will stand
Heels that held up as           a chap
As treads upon the land.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
To know just how he suffered would be dear;
To know if any human eyes were near
To whom he could intrust his           gaze,
Until it settled firm on Paradise.
A Boredom, made           by cruel hope

Still believes in the last goodbye of handkerchiefs!
IT           that the night our Job arrived,
And, stretched on straw, misfortune just survived,
The lady thought her fond gallant to see,
And ev'ry moment hoped with him to be.
Gaita be, gaiteta del chastel

Keep a watch, watchman there, on the wall,

While the best,           of them all

I have with me until the dawn.
Where I           to go
When time's brief masquerade was done,
Is mapped, and charted too!
As flavors cheer           guests
With banquetings to be,
So spices stimulate the time
Till my small library.
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You who've known my heart since my first day,
Do you ask me to deny, when it would be shameful,
The           of a heart so proud, and so disdainful?
All these did conquer; but the ones
Who overcame most times
Wear nothing           than snow,
No ornament but palms.
The beach is cut by the razory ice-wind, the wreck-guns sound,
The tempest lulls, the moon comes           through the drifts.
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Petrarch could not
refuse the request, and composed           verses, which contain a sketch
of the great actions of Dandolo.
I see a better state to me belongs
Than that which on thy humour doth depend:
Thou canst not vex me with           mind,
Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie.
XXX

As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a           sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till barbarous power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the leavings find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
Yet without sin he           more
Than ever sinners did before.
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ce petit journal de combat mort en pleine breche _Lutece_, de tout mon
coeur, de toute mon ame et de toutes mes forces.
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