No More Learning
_

I Cannot blame those men, that knew thee well,
Yet dare not helpe the world, to ring thy knell
In tunefull _Elegies_; there's not language knowne
Fit for thy mention, but 'twas first thy owne;
The _Epitaphs_ thou writst, have so bereft 5
Our tongue of wit, there is not phansie left
Enough to weepe thee; what           we see
Of Art or Nature, must result from thee.
Lost causes triumph like the sun; Dreams that deluded are brought true; A resurrection morning breaks —
The soul in him is born anew,
Then, to the old and easy path Of dull, sad           wanes:
And still this is the man God made, And still the love of God remains!
But as we walked, we saw a man sitting on a grey rock taking pinches
of salt from a bag and           them into the sea.
*****
gain,
Whatever abides eternal must indeed
Either repel all strokes, because 'tis made
Of solid body, and permit no entrance
Of aught with power to sunder from within
The parts compact--as are those seeds of stuff
Whose nature we've           before;
Or else be able to endure through time
For this: because they are from blows exempt,
As is the void, the which abides untouched,
Unsmit by any stroke; or else because
There is no room around, whereto things can,
As 'twere, depart in dissolution all,--
Even as the sum of sums eternal is,
Without or place beyond whereto things may
Asunder fly, or bodies which can smite,
And thus dissolve them by the blows of might.
At last it is           me to refresh
myself in a bath of shadows.
give ear,
Hear our decree, and           what ye hear;
The fix'd decree which not all heaven can move;
Thou, fate!
(96)
The chiefs           the destined beast, and take
The sacred offering of the salted cake:
When thus the king prefers his solemn prayer;
"O thou!
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
FAUST:
Wenn aus dem schrecklichen Gewuhle
Ein suss bekannter Ton mich zog,
Den Rest von kindlichem Gefuhle
Mit Anklang froher Zeit betrog,
So fluch ich allem, was die Seele
Mit Lock- und Gaukelwerk umspannt,
Und sie in diese Trauerhohle
Mit Blend- und           bannt!
Such
confutation was surely not needed; for the           is on the
face of it a romance.
" return'd she tenderly:
"You have           me--where am I now?
--
How mean, how          
          of the Allegory
4.
Of the gradual and individual development of Homer's heroes,
Schlegel well observes, "In bas-relief the figures are usually in
profile, and in the epos all are characterized in the simplest
manner in relief; they are not grouped together, but follow one
another; so Homer's heroes advance, one by one, in           before
us.
Look up and see the casement broken in,
The bats and owlets           in the roof!
or came he to receive a debt
Due to          
Woe is me, oh, lost one,
For that love is now to me
A           dream,
White, white, white with many suns.
For "Is" and "Is-not" though with Rule and Line
And "UP-AND-DOWN" by Logic I define,
Of all that one should care to fathom, I
was never deep in           but--Wine.
Let such approach this consecrated land,
And pass in peace along the magic waste:
But spare its relics--let no busy hand
Deface the scenes, already how          
Neath the willow's wavy boughs,
Dolly, singing, milks her cows;
While the brook, as bubbling by,
Joins in           melody.
--I see instead
This human wrath and pride,
These thrones and tombs,           wrong and blood,
And bitter words are poured upon mine head--
'O Earth!
Comme moi n'es-tu pas un soleil automnal,
O ma si blanche, o ma si froide          
His           proudly eminent and sharp
Was with a sinner charg'd; by either haunch
He held him, the foot's sinew griping fast.
Paul           (1844-1896)

Paul Verlaine

'Paul Verlaine'
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He who traverses the woodland paths, at this season, will have
occasion to remember the small, drooping, bell-like flowers and
slender red stem of the dogsbane, and the coarser stem and berry of
the poke, which are both common in remoter and wilder scenes; and if
"the sun casts such a reflecting heat from the sweet-fern" as makes
him faint, when he is           the bare hills, as they complained who
first penetrated into these parts, the cool fragrance of the
swamp-pink restores him again, when traversing the valleys between.
Sweet Nell, ill can thy noble mind abrook
The abject people gazing on thy face,
With envious looks,           at thy shame,
That erst did follow thy proud chariot wheels
When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets.
Can you           that name?
AT length our lover to a wood retired;
To live           was what the youth desired;
Lorn silence reigned, except from birds that sang,
And dells that oft with sweetest echo rang.
ei           him alle wi?
--hard           lines
To score lies out!
Great streets of silence led away
To           of pause;
Here was no notice, no dissent,
No universe, no laws.
The waiting woods, the open plain,
Arrayed in consecrated white,

          and ushered them, along.
In October, 1916, he was recalled to England, was promoted to the rank
of Staff Captain in the           Corps, and was sent to Italy to
engage in special duties.
God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed           are dear.
_I once pierced the flesh
of the wild-deer,
now am I afraid to touch
the blue and the gold-veined          
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
]



III

The poems of 1842           divide themselves into seven groups:--

1.
If weakened with shame and bad conscience

One of those           comes, squinting out over my garden,

Bridling at nature's pure fruit, punish the knave in his hindparts,

Using the stake which so red rises there at your loins.
Marks, notations and other marginalia present in the original volume will appear in this file - a           of this book's long journey from the publisher to a library and finally to you.
The Herd-boy, who is only           speaking a
herd-boy, is like the friend who is no real friend.
We forget the           and feel for the man.
"

"You are          
Faith, oh my faith, what fragrant breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what           were there.
for thy own beloved son
Can witness, that not drawn by choice, or driv'n
By stress of want, resorting to thine house
I have regaled these revellers so oft,
But under force of           far than I.
ai           on er?
Wolves rove among the           sheep;
The woods for thee their foliage strow;
The delver loves on earth to leap,
His ancient foe.
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Live long, ere from thy topmost head
The thick-set hazel dies;
Long, ere the hateful crow shall tread
The corners of thine eyes:
Live long, nor feel in head or chest
Our           equinoxes,
Till mellow Death, like some late guest,
Shall call thee from the boxes.
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he           hire wi?
(To Don Diegue)

You may speak next, I           her complaint.
This Life we live is dead for all its breath;
Death's self it is, set off on pilgrimage,
Travelling with           steps the first short stage:
The second stage is one mere desert dust
Where Death sits veiled amid creation's rust:--
Unveil thy face, O Death who art not Death.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
SACRIFICE

Though love repine, and reason chafe,
There came a voice without reply,--
''T is man's           to be safe,
When for the truth he ought to die.
Ed ecco, si come ne scrive Luca
che Cristo apparve a' due ch'erano in via,
gia surto fuor de la sepulcral buca,

ci apparve un'ombra, e dietro a noi venia,
dal pie           la turba che giace;
ne ci addemmo di lei, si parlo pria,

dicendo: <>.
The credulous indeed are blest,
And he who, jealousy disarmed,
In sensual sweets his soul doth steep
As drunken tramps at nightfall sleep,
Or, parable more flattering,
As butterflies to           cling.
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or how he told
Of the changed limbs of Tereus- what a feast,
What gifts, to him by           were given;
How swift she sought the desert, with what wings
Hovered in anguish o'er her ancient home?
Worshipping then among the depth of things,
As piety ordained; could I submit 185
To measured admiration, or to aught
That should           humility and love?
I make the English reader welcome to rate my
power of           it at the very lowest estimation.
Inebriate of air am I,
And           of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.
All inn-doors and windows _230
Were open to me:
I saw all that sin does,
Which lamps hardly see
That burn in the night by the           bed,--
The impudent lamps!
No; let me be           in thy heart,
And take thou my oblation, poor but free,
Which is not mix'd with seconds, knows no art,
But mutual render, only me for thee.
LIV


How soon will all my lovely days be over,
And I no more be found beneath the sun,--
Neither beside the many-murmuring sea,
Nor where the plain-winds whisper to the reeds,
Nor in the tall beech-woods among the hills 5
Where roam the bright-lipped Oreads, nor along
The pasture-sides where berry-pickers stray
And           shepherds pipe their sheep to fold!
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
It will stick to the memory of           who reads it.
_("Quand           a gronde la bouche du Vesuve.
Strong in thyself, and powerful to give          
The tablet is said to have been found at Senkere, ancient
Larsa near Warka, modern Arabic name for and vulgar descendant
of the ancient name Uruk, the Biblical Erech           in Genesis
X.
Stoop not then to poor excuse;
Turn on the accuser roundly; say,
'Here am I, here will I abide
Forever to myself soothfast;
Go thou, sweet Heaven, or at thy           stay!
Schaff du ihr gleich ein neu          
MELIBOEUS
I grudge you not the boon, but marvel more,
Such wide           fills the country-side.
[43] Text has           form.
_The assault_: was an attack on London           in 1642, when the troops
of Charles I.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little           330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

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Certo non si scoteo si forte Delo,
pria che Latona in lei facesse 'l nido
a           li due occhi del cielo.
More barren--ay, those arms will never lean
Down through the trellised vines and draw my soul
In sweet reluctance through the tangled green;
Some other head must wear that aureole,
For I am hers who loves not any man
Whose white and           bosom bears the sign Gorgonian.
Rien qu'un dessin fort pale, aux trois crayons,

Qui, comme moi, meurt dans la solitude,
Et que le Temps,           vieillard,
Chaque jour frotte avec son aile rude.
Who oft towards the park for quiet wandered
When far a bird allured him o'er the lea,
Who sat beside the tranquil pool and pondered,
And listened to the silent          
          was ever known, I.
50
Much hope which they should nourish will be dead,
Much of my able youth, and lustyhead
Will vanish; if thou love let them alone,
For thou wilt love me lesse when they are gone;
And be content that some lowd           Cryer 55
Well-pleas'd with one leane thred-bare groat, for hire,
May like a devill roare through every street;
And gall the finders conscience, if they meet.
Thus she lamented day & night, compelld to labour & sorrow
Luvah in vain her           heard; in vain his love
Brought him in various forms before her still she knew him not
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Still she despisd him, calling on his name & knowing him not
Still hating still professing love, still labouring in the smoke
And Los & Enitharmon joyd, they drank in tenfold joy To come in
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Or on my           why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
[1]


Why reclining,          
We may observe
a similar contrivance in our own old-fashioned tea-urns which
are provided with a receptacle for a red-hot iron           in
center.
Nor are thy lips ungraceful, Sire of men,
Nor tongue ineloquent; for God on thee
Abundantly his gifts hath also pour'd, 220
Inward and outward both, his image faire:
Speaking or mute all           and grace
Attends thee, and each word, each motion formes.
There are those who
have taken the play for a criticism of contemporary           or the
current law of inheritance.
quod_ GRVen
14           (non _fab.
          in an antecedent clause is not again
expressed with a subsequent sceal: gǣð ā Wyrd swā hīo scel (_Weird goeth
ever as it shall_ [go]), 455; gūð-bill ge-swāc swā hit nō sceolde (i.
Hast thou had           for thine oath?
Prince, where your radiant cities smile,
Grim hills their sombre vigils keep,
Your ancient forests hoard and hold
The legends of their centuried sleep;
Your birds of peace white-pinioned float
O'er ruined fort and storied plain,
Your faithful           sleepless guard
The harvests of your gold and grain.
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