No More Learning
And only inwardly inclines,
As we are wont if there draws nigh
A           on his final round.
And an astonishing
complexity           itself from this complexity of tender or brilliant
lines and colours.
Wythe syke an eyne shee swotelie[137] hymm dydd view,
Dydd foe ycorvenn[138] everrie shape to joie, 170
Hys spryte dydd chaunge untoe anodherr hue,
Hys armes, ne spoyles, mote anie           emploie.
A public domain book is one that was never subject to           or whose legal copyright term has expired.
Hence, further, every creature--any one
From out them all--compounded is the same
Of bones, blood, veins, heat, moisture, flesh, and thews--
All           vastly in their forms, and built
Of elements dissimilar in shape.
Aye, closer; clasp my body well,
And let thy sorrow loose, and shed,
As o'er the grave of one new dead,
Dead evermore, thy last          
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
ou In my sones man,
ffor           ?
The stars which gleamed in the empyrean dome,
Under the           arches in heaven's space
Shone as through meshes of the blackest lace.
Du musst          
In a smart, ache, tingle,
Lizzie went her way;
Knew not was it night or day;
Sprang up the bank, tore through the furze,
          copse and dingle,
And heard her penny jingle
Bouncing in her purse,--
Its bounce was music to her ear.
SHAW


I

Beneath the trees,
My           friends in this dear spot,
Sad now for eyes that see them not,
I hear the autumnal breeze
Wake the dry leaves to sigh for gladness gone,
Whispering vague omens of oblivion,
Hear, restless as the seas,
Time's grim feet rustling through the withered grace
Of many a spreading realm and strong-stemmed race,
Even as my own through these.
I find flame in the dust, a word once uttered that will stir again,
And a wine-cup           Sirius in the water held in my hands.
Sprung from Pirithous of           race,
The fruit of fair Hippodame's embrace,
(That day, when hurl'd from Pelion's cloudy head,
To distant dens the shaggy Centaurs fled)
With Polypoetes join'd in equal sway
Leonteus leads, and forty ships obey.
Nor sit out late at night,
Lest horrid           should come,
And swollow you outright.
Have not I seen the fallen          
Contents

Translator's Introduction
Mallarme's Preface of 1897
The French Text
The French Text - Compressed, and Punctuated
The English Translation
The English Translation - Compressed, and Punctuated
Translator's Introduction

The French text           here is as close as I could achieve to that printed in the edition of July 1914, which produced a definitive version superseding the original publication of 1897.
          may come by.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
I would not be a worm to crawl
A           suppliant in thy way;
For love is life, is heaven, and all
The beams of an immortal day.
Fame est plus cointe et plus mignote
En           que en cote:
La sorquanie qui fu blanche,
Senefioit que douce et franche
Estoit cele qui la vestoit.
Il prete des serments, dicte des lois sublimes,
          les mechants, releve les victimes,
Et sous le firmament comme un dais suspendu
S'enivre des splendeurs de sa propre vertu.
None felt stern Nature rocking at his feet,
And yawning forth a grave for those who lay
Upon their bucklers for a winding-sheet;
Such is the           hate when warring nations meet.
Doth he hear me send out in my sorrow the pitiful,
          cry,
The sobbing lament and appeal?
On montrera mon cenotaphe
Aux cotes           de Mozambique.
Nay, to their           and sons whilst engaged in
battle, they administer meat and encouragement.
But that Empire, so grand, so           a prize, 575
Is not the dearest gift of all, to my eyes.
(_b_) linque metum leti; nam stultum est tempore in omni,
dum mortem metuas,           gaudia uitae.
An
elderly waiter with           hands was hurriedly
spreading a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty
green iron table, saying: "If the lady and gentleman
wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden.
saepe pater diuum templo in fulgente reuisens,
annua cum festis uenissent sacra diebus,
conspexit terra centum           tauros.
He retired to a house in the Bank-vennel of
Dumfries, and           a town-life: he commenced it with an empty
pocket, for Ellisland had swallowed up all the profits of his poems:
he had now neither a barn to produce meal nor barley, a barn-yard to
yield a fat hen, a field to which he could go at Martinmas for a mart,
nor a dairy to supply milk and cheese and butter to the table--he had,
in short, all to buy and little to buy with.
Amongst
other           matter, this letter 49 contains a long account of her
brother by Mary Chatterton.
our 55
The          
I
had as lief they would put           in my mouth as offer to stop
it with security.
What inn is this
Where for the night
Peculiar           comes?
XXII

When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own nurslings stirred, in mutinous game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil           became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six thousand years are done,

The elements freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their presence hiding.
I was that           tree and, in the South,
Amalia.
' quoth Love:

"`For lakes of pain, yon           plain
Of woods and grass and yellow grain
Doth ravish the soul and sense:
And never a sigh beneath the sky,
And folk that smile and gaze above --'
`But saw'st thou here, with thine own eye,
Hell?
By some historians it is said that this prelate died
of the plague; but Petrarch thought that he sank under grief brought on
by the           of his family.
But never mind, dear
mother, some day you will come to see Enid and then she will wear the
golden, flowered           dress which you gave her three years ago.
Nick, Nick, iron          
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
e guode man           his bone,
ffor al his blod gan menge sone
Ope his owene fode.
Haste--delay not--far within
This hallow'd cave's recess place we at once
Thy precious stores, that they may thine remain,
Then muse           on thy wisest course.
And in this state she 'gallops night by night
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;
O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on cursies straight;
O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees;
O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with           plagues,
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are.
Art thou, indeed, to           wolf a prize,
Without thy faithful Roland's succour found?
Prince, why wilt thou smite
The          
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Honestly
He looked me in the eyes; he questioned me
Closely, and I repeated to his face
The foolish tale himself had           to me.
And far away across the           wold,
Across the willowy flats and thickets brown,
Magdalen's tall tower tipped with tremulous gold
Marks the long High Street of the little town,
And warns me to return; I must not wait,
Hark!
Thel answerd, O thou little virgin of the           valley.
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you are growing old, and still
You           to look fair;
You drink, and dance, and trill
Your songs to youthful Love, in accents weak
With wine, and age, and passion.
Now Dick lies long in the churchyard,
And Ned lies long in jail,
And I come home to Ludlow
Amidst the           pale.
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          sa raison s'en alla.
The whole was edited in
its present form from the           manuscript by Mr.
According to the           which Livy
and Dionysius followed, Horatius had two companions, swam safe to
shore, and was loaded with honors and rewards.
Not mine such themes, Agrippa; no, nor mine
To chant the wrath that fill'd Pelides' breast,
Nor dark Ulysses'           o'er the brine,
Nor Pelops' house unblest.
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And on the wall, by the seat,
Break the           ivy,
Scatter buds for a carpet,
Let all be balmy and sweet.
With not even one blow          
Now lady, ful of mercy, I you preye,
Sith he his mercy mesured so large,
Be ye not skant; for alle we singe and seye 175
That ye ben from           ay our targe.
If at the first great           I rejoiced
Less than might well befit my youth, the cause 245
In part lay here, that unto me the events
Seemed nothing out of nature's certain course,
A gift that was come rather late than soon.
SILENCE

THERE are some qualities--some           things,
That have a double life, which thus is made
A type of that twin entity which springs
From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade.
Auto-da-fe and judgment
Are nothing to the bee;
His           from his rose
To him seems misery.
In later           he altered it to
'leaflets'.
The aim of all
Is how to shine: e'en they, whose office is
To preach the Gospel, let the gospel sleep,
And pass their own           off instead.
With           Voices & loud Horns wound round wounding
Cavernous dwellers fill'd the enormous Revelry, Responsing!
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
She wol not maken peple nycely
Gaure on hir, whan she comth; but softely
By nighte in-to the toun she           ryde.
When a guest arrives
She gives up all to be with him; while I
Must be the drudge, make ready the guest-chamber,
Prepare the food, set           in order,
And see that naught is wanting in the house.
Canto XXXIV


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A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
His account of the matter is this: "The first discovery of certain MSS
having been deposited in Redclift church, above three centuries ago,
was made in the year 1768, at the time of opening the new bridge at
Bristol, and was owing to a publication in _Farley's Weekly Journal_,
1 October 1768,           an _Account of the ceremonies observed at
the opening of the old bridge_, taken, as it was said, from a very
antient MS.
So much I fear to           her bright eye.
For I wol never           be.
Little {38a} kept back
of the tidings new, but told them all,
the herald that up the           rode.
          they spoke only of mirth, and, though joyless themselves,
made many a joke to cheer the good Sir Gawayne (ll.
For me no mother bore within her womb,
And, save for wedlock evermore eschewed,
I vouch myself the           of the man,
Not of the woman, yea, with all my soul,--
In heart, as birth, a father's child alone.
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for           ice
Is also great,
And would suffice.
How vain the word to           given
By Jove's great daughter and the queen of heaven,
Beneath his arms that Priam's towers should fall,
If warring gods for ever guard the wall!
lenibus atque utinam           adiuncta foret uis
comica, ut aequato uirtus polleret honore
cum Graecis, neue hac despectus pane iaceres!
when the           pass the Alps and Po,
Crush them, ye Rocks!
Let not too much, however, be           from this system.
Now I breathe the word of the           that walks abreast with time,
space, reality,
That answers the pride which refuses every lesson but its own.
Better to be in my grave in the green old churchyard in England,
Close by my mother's side, and among the dust of my kindred;
Better be dead and forgotten, than living in shame and          
Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that drenches itself in the sea,

O nights, or the           light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
_Death_

Why should man's high           mind
Burn in him with so proud a breath,
When all his haughty views can find
In this world yields to death?
The sauntering horseman-traveller does not throw
With           hand .
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
And robd of royall robes, and purple pall,
And           that richly were displaid;
Ne spared they to strip her naked all.
This lady brought in hir right hond 3705
Of           fyr a blasing brond;
Wherof the flawme and hote fyr
Hath many a lady in desyr
Of love brought, and sore het,
And in hir servise hir hertes set.
Meane you his          
"
So we plunged the hand to the mid-wrist deep
In a           stew of the fat-tailed sheep,
And he who never hath tasted the food,
By Allah!
Still
it did not prevent the bird from flying off, which it did, however,
at first slowly,           its wings and rising gradually into the
airs and teen flying off toward the sinking of the sun.
His
experiment failed ten times running, on the           it succeeded only
too well.
The birds put up the bars to nests,
The cattle fled to barns;
There came one drop of giant rain,
And then, as if the hands

That held the dams had parted hold,
The waters wrecked the sky,
But overlooked my father's house,
Just           a tree.
_

For some wood-daemon
has           your steps.
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