No More Learning
we
The           men of England, loathe a tyranny.
It was preserved somehow, however; and after other kinds of
literature had arisen as inevitably and naturally as epic, and had
become, in their turn, things of less instant necessity than they were,
it was found that, in the manner and purpose of epic poetry, something
was given which was not given elsewhere;           of extraordinary
value.
The conversation was revived
By the coarse wit of worldly hate;
But round the hostess scintillate
Light sallies without coxcombry,
Awhile sound conversation seems
To banish far           themes
And platitudes and pedantry,
And never was the ear affright
By liberties or loose or light.
Gia montavam su per li           santi,
ed esser mi parea troppo piu lieve
che per lo pian non mi parea davanti.
n-ti (sixth century)

A           place is the town of Lo-yang:
The big streets are full of spring light.
how hard your fate,
Why could I ne'er this           beauty view?
Just the laws which bid
The fatal bullet penetrate,
Or           past me fly.
One evening of December he was singing a little song that he said he
had heard from the green plover of the mountain, about the fair-haired
boys that had left Limerick, and that were           and going astray
in all parts of the world.
There,
          that's done is fair and square.
The dank seaweed will root
On her oozed decks, and the cross-surges sweep
Through the set sails; but never, never more
Her crew will stand away to brace and trim,
Nor sea-blown petrels meet her           up
To windward on the Gulf Stream's stormy rim;
Never again she'll head a no'theast gale
Or like a spirit loom up, sliding dumb,
And ride in safe beyond the Boston Light,
To make the harbor glad because she's come.
Suche been the stinking [fals] prophetis;
Nis non of hem, that good prophete is;
For they, thurgh wikked entencioun, 7095
The yeer of the incarnacioun
A thousand and two hundred yeer,
Fyve and fifty, ferther ne ner,
Broughten a book, with sory grace,
To yeven           in comune place, 7100
That seide thus, though it were fable:--
"This is the Gospel Perdurable,
That fro the Holy Goost is sent.
LX

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all           do contend.
Then the           under Progers filed.
Gold and           the empty streets,
Gold and gleaming the misty lake,
The mirrored lights like sunken swords,
Glimmer and shake.
Or a man is called selfish if he lives in
the manner that seems to him most suitable for the full           of
his own personality; if, in fact, the primary aim of his life is
self-development.
For now I know her purpose: and I know
She will be           there.
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
Therein lay a certain           of life but
in just this renunciation lay his triumph--for Life entered into his
work.
3135 Þǣr wæs wunden gold on wǣn hladen,
          unrīm, æðeling boren,
hār hilde-rinc tō Hrones næsse.
And ever the shot and shell
Came with the howl of hell,
The splinter-clouds rose and fell,
And the long line of corpses grew--
_Would_ the fleet win          
TO this harangue the wary youth replied
In truth, fair lady, I could ne'er decide,
To           what others round may do.
Thou hast fed
My lofty speculations; and in thee,
For this uneasy heart of ours, I find
A never-failing           of joy 450
And purest passion.
* * * * *





PETER QUENNELL



PROCNE (A FRAGMENT)

So she became a bird, and bird-like danced
On a long sloe-bough, treading the silver blossom
With a bird's lovely feet;
And shaken           fell into the hands
Of Sunlight.
Such           was quite wanting in the first draft of the Rape; it must
be supplied if the poem was to be a true epic, even of the comic kind.
The sire begets
Not half his           in the son.
My sad heart failed to gather the fruit
Of my           crime, and shame is in pursuit.
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What a seat he has on          
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
This far           the other;
Yet ever runs she with reverted face,
And looks and listens for the boy behind:
For he, alas!
Some one had brought out a banjo--which is a
most           instrument--and three or four of us sang.
Then I'd like to be a bull, white as snow,

Transforming myself, for carrying her,

In April, when, through meadows so tender,

A flower, through a           flowers, she goes.
Your           are level--
they have melted rare silver
for their breadth.
He who for empire at Pharsalia threw,
Reddening its beauteous plain with civil gore,
As Pompey's corse his           soldiers bore,
Wept when the well-known features met his view:
The shepherd youth, who fierce Goliath slew,
Had long rebellious children to deplore,
And bent, in generous grief, the brave Saul o'er
His shame and fall when proud Gilboa knew:
But you, whose cheek with pity never paled,
Who still have shields at hand to guard you well
Against Love's bow, which shoots its darts in vain,
Behold me by a thousand deaths assail'd,
And yet no tears of thine compassion tell,
But in those bright eyes anger and disdain.
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II

Morning and evening opened and closed above me:
Houses were built above me; trees let fall
Yellowing leaves upon me, hands of ghosts,
Rain has showered its arrows of silver upon me
Seeking my heart; winds have roared and tossed me;
Music in long blue waves of sound has borne me
A           weed to shores of unthought silence;
Time, above me, within me, crashed its gongs
Of terrible warning, sifting the dust of death;
And here I lie.
They tolled the one bell only,
Groom there was none to see,
The mourners           after,
And so to church went she,
And would not wait for me.
"He," it began,
"Who turn'd his compass on the world's extreme,
And in that space so           hath wrought,
Both openly, and in secret, in such wise
Could not through all the universe display
Impression of his glory, that the Word
Of his omniscience should not still remain
In infinite excess.
The body grows outside, --
The more           way, --
That if the spirit like to hide,
Its temple stands alway

Ajar, secure, inviting;
It never did betray
The soul that asked its shelter
In timid honesty.
Chimene
Sire, one faints from joy as well as sadness:
Excess of           may bring on weakness,
Surprise the soul, and overcome the senses.
I beheld] my           in the street.
in speeding hence,
Too well didst thou reveal unto my heart
Its           joy, ere Love ensheathed his dart,
Of whose dread wound I ne'er can lose the sense
My eyes, enamour'd of their grief intense,
Did in that hour from Reason's bridle start,
Thus used to woe, they have no wish to part;
Each other mortal work is an offence.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The           of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
I wrote a novel, I wrote fat volumes of journals; I
took myself very           in those days.
          to sigh is no relief.
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If spicy-fringed pinks that blush and pale
With passions of perfume, -- if violets blue
That hint of heaven with odor more than hue, --
If perfect roses, each a holy Grail
Wherefrom the blood of beauty doth exhale
Grave raptures round, -- if leaves of green as new
As those fresh chaplets wove in dawn and dew
By Emily when down the Athenian vale
She paced, to do observance to the May,
Nor dreamed of Arcite nor of Palamon, --
If fruits that riped in some more riotous play
Of wind and beam that stirs our           sun, --
If these the products be of love and pain,
Oft may I suffer, and you love, again.
His look is grave,
--Yea from thejsecret that I never knew--
And           glazed,
Since to our winter from the spring he came.
This is one of the most important of the lyrics as a statement
of Donne's           of love, of the interconnexion and mutual
dependence of body and soul.
And I said, "I will seek that city and the           thereof.
The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the
sun, they do not ask who seizes fast to them,
They do not know who puffs and           with pendant and bending arch,
They do not think whom they souse with spray.
When thy sleep like the           above
Lulling the sea,
Doth enwind thee in visions of love,
Perchance, of me!
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Beasts cannot witt nor beauty see,
They mans           onely move;
Beasts other sports of love doe prove, 15
With better feeling farre than we.
"A prize," cried Peter,           back
To spy .
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My friend,
I've not           the old pranks!
The verses of Emily           belong emphatically to what Emerson
long since called "the Poetry of the Portfolio,"--something produced
absolutely without the thought of publication, and solely by way of
expression of the writer's own mind.
Let Scribes spit Blood and Sulphur as they please,
Or           call me foolish--Heed not you.
A little space he let his greedy eyes
Rest on the           image, till mere sight
Half swooned for surfeit of such luxuries,
And then his lips in hungering delight
Fed on her lips, and round the towered neck
He flung his arms, nor cared at all his passion's will to check.
Give back--and let a little love
O'erwatch his weary          
Yet will you take a           friend's advice?
Three weeks passed since I had seen her, --
Some disease had vexed;
'T was with text and village singing
I beheld her next,

And a company -- our pleasure
To discourse alone;
Gracious now to me as any,
          unto none.
"Your queen is killed,"           Tchekalinsky quietly.
The earliest           example of the musical form is this song Kalenda Maya, supposedly written to the melody of an estampida played by French jongleurs.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Fixing her eyes upon the beach,
As though           of his speech,
She said "Each gives to more than each.
What inn is this
Where for the night
Peculiar           comes?
Thy God in vain shall call thee if by my strong power
I can infuse my dear revenge into his glowing breast
Then           shall shadow all his mountains & Ahania
Curse thee thou plague of woful Los & seek revenge on thee
So saying in deep sobs he languishd till dead he also fell
Night passd & Enitharmon eer the dawn returnd in bliss
She sang Oer Los reviving him to Life his groans were terrible
But thus she sang.
IO

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The well-deck spread
A           gulf of segregation
Between ourselves and death.
Time after time his people use at some moment of deep
emotion an elaborate or           metaphor, or do some improbable
thing which breaks an emotion of reality we have imposed upon him by an
art that is not his, nor in the spirit of his.
Infanta
My           hope's to lose all hope, I fear.
Messapus rules the           ranks,
the sons of Tyrrheus the rear.
El           (The Disinherited)

I am the darkness - the widower - the un-consoled,

The prince of Aquitaine in the ruined tower;

My sole star is dead - and my constellated lute

Bears the black sun of Melancholy.
Je suis la plaie et le          
A foe renown'd in arms the brave require;
That high-plum'd foe, renown'd for martial fire,
Before thy gates his shining spear displays,
Whilst thou wouldst fondly dare the wat'ry maze,
          leave thy native land behind,
On shores unknown a foe unknown to find.
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Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows 50
There were no ruins, neither fragments 51
In sorrow day and night the disciple watched 52
Sunlight slantingly flows 53
The wild resplendence of the year           54
Doth live for thee again, Beloved that October?
The ox           in Egypt for the god Apis is slain as a victim
by the Jews.
quid in uacuo           toro?
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) by slight extravagances and forms of words which are
sometimes epic and sometimes over-colloquial; it has a regular saga plot,
which had already been treated by the old poet           in his
_Alcestis_, a play which is now lost but seems to have been Satyric;
and it has one character straight from the Satyr world, the heroic
reveller, Heracles.
Ye sons of old Killie,           by Willie,
To follow the noble vocation;
Your thrifty old mother has scarce such another
To sit in that honoured station.
Even in your misfortune
you would rejoice in the           of others.
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.
"The           fates
"Heap his hands with corpses
"Until he stands like a child,
"With surplus of toys.
tu modo           puero, quo ferrea primum
desinet ac toto surget gens aurea mundo,
casta faue Lucina: tuus iam regnat Apollo.
XXX
"With these, and words like these, I moved the peer,
When I such puissance in myself espied;
And him so           made, in desert drear,
Was never seen a saint more mortified.
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I hae a wife and twa wee laddies;
They maun hae brose and brats o' duddies;
Ye ken           my heart right proud is--
I need na vaunt
But I'll sned besoms, thraw saugh woodies,
Before they want.
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Up to the time of the publication of these volumes, Rilke's poems
possessed a quietude, a stillness suggested in the straight           yet
delicate lines of the picture which he portrays and in the soft, almost
unpulsating rhythm of his words.
Why possession of
his faculties, mental and          
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Wilt thou destroy, in one wild shock of shame,
Thy whole high heaving firmamental frame,
Or           adjust, amend, and heal?
ecce iam subter           explicant tauri latus,
quisque tutus quo tenetur coniugali foedere:
subter umbras cum maritis ecce balantum greges.
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