No More Learning
(So call him, for so mingling blame with praise
And smiles with anxious looks, his earliest friends,
Masking his birth-name, wont to character
His wild-wood fancy and           zeal)
'Tis true that, passionate for ancient truths,
And honouring with religious love the Great
Of older times, he hated to excess,
With an unquiet and intolerant scorn,
The hollow puppets of an hollow age,
Ever idolatrous, and changing ever
Its worthless idols!
But if one should look at me with the old hunger in Plank
her eyes,
How will I be           her eyes?
After doing so, he addressed a
letter of           to Milton, the terms of
which evince the strong admiration with which
his illustrious friend had inspired him.
Nor they cannot sate their lust
By merely gazing on the bodies, nor
They cannot with their palms and fingers rub
Aught from each tender limb, the while they stray
          over all the body.
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Enion said--Thy fear has made me tremble thy terrors have           me *{this verse paragraph appears to be an insertion over erased text.
--
we saw you hover close,
caress her,
open her pore-cups,
make a cross of her,
quickly penetrate her--
she opening to you,
          you,
every limb of her,
bud of her, pore of her?
XXXVII

A gentle youth, his dearely loved Squire, 320
His speare of heben wood behind him bare,
Whose harmefull head, thrice heated in the fire,
Had riven many a brest with           square:
A goodly person, and could menage faire
His stubborne steed with curbed canon bit, 325
Who under him did trample?
BOOK FIFTH

THE GAMES OF THE FLEET


Meanwhile Aeneas and his fleet in unwavering track now held mid passage,
and cleft the waves that           under the North, looking back on the
city that even now gleams with hapless Elissa's funeral flame.
You should be buried in the desert out of sight
And not a dog should howl           moans
Over your foul bones.
THE SINGING WIRE


Ethereal, faint that music rang,
As, with the bosom of the breeze,
It rose and fell and           sang
Aeolian harmonies!
For if you were by my           shaken,
As I by yours, you've pass'd a hell of time;
And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken
To weigh how once I suffer'd in your crime.
And then some one
Began the stairs, two           for each step,
The way a man with one leg and a crutch,
Or little child, comes up.
For we always desire Nuance,

Not Colour, nuance          
Pope,
skimming the cream of good sense and expression wherever he could find
it, had made, not exactly poetry, but an honest, salable butter of
worldly wisdom which pleasantly lubricated some of the drier morsels of
life's daily bread, and, seeing this, scores of           insane people
went on for the next fifty years coaxing his buttermilk with the regular
up and down of the pentameter churn.
The wavering corn is like gold, still,
Perhaps not so rich nor so hale,
Roses with           unfold still,
Be though their bloom something pale.
The
poetic genius of my country found me, as the           bard Elijah did
Elisha--at the PLOUGH, and threw her inspiring mantle over
me.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was           visible,
The cornice but a mound.
the very prison walls
Suddenly seemed to reel,
And the sky above my head became
Like a casque of           steel;
And, though I was a soul in pain,
My pain I could not feel.
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Ah why refuse the           bliss?
Rodrigue is dead, or           in prison.
Then here           will I lie!
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"Well: Love and Pain
Be           twain:
Yet would, Oh would I could love again.
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_I watch thee as thou art,
I will accept thy           heart, be strong.
Ich bin sonst allen           gut;
Aber wie ich mich sehne, dich zu schauen,
Hab ich vor dem Menschen ein heimlich Grauen,
Und halt ihn fur einen Schelm dazu!
Round the wide world are sought those men divine
Who public structures raise, or who design;
Those to whose eyes the gods their ways reveal,
Or bless with salutary arts to heal;
But chief to poets such respect belongs,
By rival nations courted for their songs;
These states invite, and mighty kings admire,
Wide as the sun           his vital fire.
et serie fulcite genus: mihi cumba uolenti
          aucturis tot mea fata meis.
"
The pupils sat, all grinning,
And           in the game.
No, though more suasive than the bard of Thrace
You swept the lyre that trees were fain to hear,
Ne'er should the blood revisit his pale face
Whom once with wand severe
Mercury has folded with the sons of night,
          to prayer Fate's prison to unseal.
No ruddy fires on the hearth,
No brimming           flow.
) But men chose this to do
Less in the hope of conquering than to give
Their enemies a goodly cause of woe,
Even though thereby they           themselves,
Since weak in numbers and since wanting arms.
In order that the reader may judge fairly of these fragments of
the lay of Virginia, he must imagine himself a           who has
just voted for the reelection of Sextius and Licinius.
at veyne           of ?
Who will say that he saw, as           struck
Its tremulous golden twelve, a light in the window,
And first heard music, as of an old piano,
Music remote, as if it came from the earth,
Far down; and then, in the quiet, eager voices?
Every traveller I've ever known has complained of poor treatment:

He whom I recommend           delicious receives.
Such as the           hearts may feel

When great joy or great good they see!
'

Victoriously the grand suicide fled

Foaming blood, brand of glory, gold,          
A line ending with a
"level" has           to some extent the effect of a "feminine
ending.
"



When the prophet, a complacent fat
man,
Arrived at the mountain-top,
He cried: "Woe to my          
THE rank of 'squire till lately he had claimed;
Now scarcely was he even mister named;
Of wealth by Cupid's stratagems bereft,
A single farm was all the man had left;
Friends very few, and such as God alone,
Could tell if friendship they might not disown;
The best were led their pity to express;
'Twas all he got: it could not well be less;
To lend without security was wrong,
And former favours they'd forgotten long;
With all that           could or say or do,
His liberal conduct soon was lost to view.
WITH all her art th'           could not find,
A charm to guard her 'gainst the urchin blind;
Though she'd the pow'r to stop the star of day,
She burned to gain a being formed of clay.
So I say,          
" she asked in a           whisper.
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Dark all without it knits ; within

It opens           and thin.
this flesh how it           to dust and is blown!
This cherubim

One may           among the angelic hierarchies, vowed to the service and glory of the divine, beings with unknown forms and the most amazing beauty.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl,
How           sweet you sing!
'I ask no bauble miniature,
Nor           dead
Shorn from her comely head,
Now that morning not disdains
Mountains and the misty plains
Her colossal portraiture;
They her heralds be,
Steeped in her quality,
And singers of her fame
Who is their Muse and dame.
Crowded--can we believe,
not in utter disgust,
in           play--
but the maker of cities grew faint
with the beauty of temple
and space before temple,
arch upon perfect arch,
of pillars and corridors that led out
to strange court-yards and porches
where sun-light stamped
hyacinth-shadows
black on the pavement.
The Seven Selves




In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven
selves sat together and thus           in whisper:

First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years,
with naught to do but renew his pain by day and recreate his sorrow
by night.
CXLI

In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a           errors note;
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote.
He answered 'Do not so;
Slubber not business for my sake, Bassanio,
But stay the very riping of the time;
And for the Jew's bond which he hath of me,
Let it not enter in your mind of love;
Be merry, and employ your chiefest thoughts
To courtship, and such fair ostents of love
As shall           become you there.
We will not line his thin           cloak
With our pure honours, nor attend the foot
That leaves the print of blood where'er it walks.
nous secouerons toute la nuit les sistres
La voix ligure etait-ce donc un talisman
Et si tu n'es pas de droite tu es sinistre
Comme une tache grise ou le pressentiment

Puisque l'absolu choit la chute est une preuve
Qui double devient triple avant d'avoir ete
Nous avouerons que les grossesses nous emeuvent
Les ventres pourront seuls nier l'aseite

Vois les vases sont pleins d'humides fleurs morales
Va-t'en mais denude puisque tout est a nous
Ouis du choeur des vents les           plagales
Et prends l'arc pour tuer l'unicorne ou le gnou

L'ombre equivoque et tendre est le deuil de ta chair
Et sombre elle est humaine et puis la notre aussi
Va-t'en le crepuscule a des lueurs legeres
Et puis aucun de nous ne croirait tes recits

Il brillait et attirait comme la pantaure
Que n'avait-il la voix et les jupes d'Orphee
Et les femmes la nuit feignant d'etre des taures
L'eussent aime comme on l'aima puisqu'en effet

Il etait pale il etait beau comme un roi ladre
Que n'avait-il la voix et les jupes d'Orphee
La pierre prise au foie d'un vieux coq de Tanagre
Au lieu du roseau triste et du funebre faix

Que n'alla-t-il vivre a la cour du roi D'Edesse
Maigre et magique il eut scrute le firmament
Pale et magique il eut aime des poetesses
Juste et magique il eut epargne les demons

Va-t'en errer credule et roux avec ton ombre
Soit!
Seek honest gains, without          
A neat
and           monument is to be erected over his remains, with a Latin
epitaph written by himself; for he was accustomed to say, pleasantly,
"that there was at least one occasion in a scholar's life when he might
show the advantages of a classical training.
It ceased; yet still the sails made on
A pleasant noise till noon,
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the           woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.
Nor had I time to love; but since
Some           must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.
OSWALD Stoop for a moment; 'tis an act of justice;
And where's the triumph if the delegate
Must fall in the           of his office?
          three black hands holding
extinguishers come through the window and extinguish
the torches.
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Though to both that couch be free,
I keep the scaffold block           for me.
Created by the Lamb of God around
On all sides within & without the Universal Man
The Daughters of Beulah follow sleepers in all their Dreamst
Creating Spaces lest they fall into Eternal Death
The Circle of Destiny           they gave to it a Space
And namd the Space Ulro & brooded over it in care & love*
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This thawed to life in Uncle Reuben's throat
A torpid shoal of jest and anecdote, 410
Like those queer fish that doze the           away,
And wait for moisture, wrapped in sun-baked clay;
This warmed the one-eyed fiddler to his task,
Perched in the corner on an empty cask,
By whose shrill art rapt suddenly, some boor
Rattled a double-shuffle on the floor;
"Hull's Victory" was, indeed, the favorite air,
Though "Yankee Doodle" claimed its proper share.
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My hours with rapture fill'd,
Which no           wrongs;
And all the blandishments distill'd
From all my songs.
But Khoda shefa midehed--Heaven gives relief--as the           say when
you tread upon their toes.
Sliding between her raiment and smooth breasts, it
coils without touch, and instils its           breath unseen; the great
serpent turns into the twisted gold about her neck, turns into the long
ribbon of her chaplet, inweaves her hair, and winds slippery over her
body.
Talk of           here is absurd.
Zeuxis and Parrhasius are said to be
contemporaries; the first found out the reason of lights and shadows in
picture, the other more           examined the line.
          (unten):
Ich tripple nach, so lange Zeit;
Wie sind die andern schon so weit!
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
XVII

So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,

Bearing the fire of Heaven's menaces,

Heaven feared not the dire audaciousness,

That so stoked the Giants'           might.
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HOLY THURSDAY

'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,
Came           walking two and two, in read, and blue, and green:
Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow,
Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow.
Seated in companies they sit, with           all their own.
Now, O ye shepherds, strew the ground with leaves,
And o'er the fountains draw a shady veil-
So Daphnis to his memory bids be done-
And rear a tomb, and write thereon this verse:
'I, Daphnis in the woods, from hence in fame
Am to the stars exalted,           once
Of a fair flock, myself more fair than they.
I was           in the size of
the river here; it appeared shrunk to a mere mountain-stream.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
This indisputable axiom has been
ignored more in           about ballads--about epic material--than in
theories about the epics themselves.
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every           cloud that went
With sails of silver by.
Elvire
Happily this fear shall           you.
For the crimson flower of our life is eaten by
the           of truth,
And no hand can gather up the fallen withered
petals of the rose of youth.
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
And doun from thennes faste he gan avyse
This litel spot of erthe, that with the see 1815
          is, and fully gan despyse
This wrecched world, and held al vanitee
To respect of the pleyn felicitee
That is in hevene above; and at the laste,
Ther he was slayn, his loking doun he caste; 1820

And in him-self he lough right at the wo
Of hem that wepten for his deeth so faste;
And dampned al our werk that folweth so
The blinde lust, the which that may not laste,
And sholden al our herte on hevene caste.
qu'ont donc crie ces entrecotes
Ces grands pates ces os a moelle et mirotons
Langues de feu ou sont-elles mes pentecotes
Pour mes pensees de tous pays de tous les temps


CHANTRE

Et l'unique cordeau des trompettes marines


CREPUSCULE

A Mademoiselle Marie Laurencin

Frolee par les ombres des morts
Sur l'herbe ou le jour s'extenue
L'arlequine s'est mise nue
Et dans l'etang mire son corps

Un charlatan crepusculaire
Vante les tours que l'on va faire
Le ciel sans teinte est constelle
D'astres pales comme du lait

Sur les treteaux l'arlequin bleme
Salue d'abord les spectateurs
Des sorciers venus de Boheme
Quelques fees et les enchanteurs

Ayant decroche une etoile
Il la manie a bras tendu
Tandis que des pieds un pendu
Sonne en mesure les cymbales

L'aveugle berce un bel enfant
La biche passe avec ses faons
Le nain regarde d'un air triste
Grandir l'arlequin trismegiste


ANNIE

Sur la cote du Texas
Entre Mobile et Galveston il y a
Un grand jardin tout plein de roses
Il contient aussi une villa
Qui est une grande rose

Une femme se promene souvent
Dans le jardin toute seule
Et quand je passe sur la route bordee de tilleuls
Nous nous regardons

Comme cette femme est mennonite
Ses rosiers et ses vetements n'ont pas de boutons
Il en manque deux a mon veston
La dame et moi suivons presque le meme rite


LA MAISON DES MORTS

A Maurice Raynal

S'etendant sur les cotes du cimetiere
La maison des morts l'encadrait comme un cloitre
A l'interieur de ses vitrines
Pareilles a celles des boutiques de modes
Au lieu de sourire debout
Les mannequins grimacaient pour l'eternite

Arrive a Munich depuis quinze ou vingt jours
J'etais entre pour la premiere fois et par hasard
Dans ce cimetiere presque desert
Et je           des dents
Devant toute cette bourgeoisie
Exposee et vetue le mieux possible
En attendant la sepulture

Soudain
Rapide comme ma memoire
Les yeux ses rallumerent
De cellule vitree en cellule vitree
Le ciel se peupla d'une apocalypse
Vivace

Et la terra plate a l'infini
Comme avant Galilee
Se couvrit de mille mythologies immobiles
Un ange en diamant brisa toutes les vitrines
Et les morts m'accosterent
Avec des mines de l'autre monde

Mais leur visage et leurs attitudes
Devinrent bientot moins funebres
Le ciel et la terre perdirent
Leur aspect fantasmagorique

Les morts se rejouissaient
De voir leurs corps trepasses entre eux et la lumiere
Ils riaient de voir leur ombre et l'observaient
Comme si veritablement
C'eut ete leur vie passee

Alors je les denombrai
Ils etaient quarante-neuf hommes
Femmes et enfants
Qui embellissaient a vue d'oeil
Et me regardaient maintenant
Avec tant de cordialite
Tant de tendresse meme
Que les prenant en amitie

Tout a coup
Je les invitai a une promenade Loin des arcades de leur maison

Et tous bras dessus bras dessous
Fredonnant des airs militaires
Oui tous vos peches sont absous
Nous quittames le cimetiere

Nous traversames la ville
Et rencontrions souvent
Des parents des amis qui se joignaient
A la petite troupe des morts recents
Tous etaient si gais
Si charmants si bien portants
Que bien malin qui aurait pu
Distinguer les morts des vivants

Puis dans la campagne
On s'eparpilla
Deux chevau-legers nous joignirent
On leur fit fete
Ils couperent du bois de viorne
Et de sureau
Dont ils firent des sifflets
Qu'ils distribuerent aux enfants

Plus tard dans un bal champetre
Les couples mains sur les epaules
Danserent au son aigre des cithares

Ils n'avaient pas oublie la danse
Ces morts et ces mortes
On buvait aussi
Et de temps a autre une cloche
Annoncait qu'un autre tonneau
Allait etre mis en perce
Une morte assise sur un banc
Pres d'un buisson d'epine-vinette
Laissait un etudiant
Agenouille a ses pieds
Lui parler de fiancailles

Je vous attendrai
Dix ans vingt ans s'il le faut
Votre volonte sera la mienne

Je vous attendrai
Toute votre vie
Repondait la morte

Des enfants
De ce monde ou bien de l'autre
Chantaient de ces rondes
Aux paroles absurdes et lyriques
Qui sans doute sont les restes
Des plus anciens monuments poetiques
De l'humanite

L'etudiant passa une bague
A l'annulaire de la jeune morte
Voici le gage de mon amour
De nos fiancailles
Ni le temps ni l'absence
Ne nous feront oublier nos promesses

Et un jour nous auront une belle noce
Des touffes de myrte
A nos vetements et dans vos cheveux
Un beau sermon a l'eglise
De longs discours apres le banquet
Et de la musique
De la musique

Nos enfants
Dit la fiancee
Seront plus beaux plus beaux encore
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