No More Learning
_
Ere my steel leap, and compassed round with death
Low he shall lie: and thus, full-fed with doom,
The Fury of the house shall drain once more
A deep third draught of rich           blood.
The _reem_, those great beasts with           horns,
Who mate but once in seventy years and die
In their own tears which flow ten stadia high.
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
It's on your slopes, visited by Venus

Setting in your lava her heels so artless,

When a sad slumber           where the flame burns low.
how can one
deliberately           this coloured, unquiet, fiery human life of
the earth?
And Betty's standing at the door,
And Betty's face with joy o'erflows,
Proud of herself, and proud of him,
She sees him in his           trim;
How quietly her Johnny goes.
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And since in truth they spring from the
veriest depths of my heart, be ye           to allow my agony to pass
unheeded, but with such mind as Theseus forsook me, with like mind, O
goddesses, may he bring evil on himself and on his kin.
Come now to my castle, and we shall
enjoy together the           of the New Year" (ll.
"
In terror she spoke; letting sink her
Wings till they trailed in the dust--
In agony sobbed, letting sink her
Plumes till they trailed in the dust--
Till they           trailed in the dust.
'
She sat by me sobbing so,
And seemed so woe-begone, 260
That I laid one hand upon
Hers with a timid touch,
Scarce           what I did,
Not knowing what to say:
That moment her face was hid
In the pillow close by mine,
Her arm was flung over me,
She hugged me, sobbing so
As if her heart would break,
And kissed me where I lay.
With other           thou, O nature!
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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 suddenly became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six thousand years are done,

The           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.
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Adam Daby's 5 Dreams about Edward II.
When Virgil appeared, the           paid the same compliment to a man
whose poetry adorned the Roman story.
She looks up the forest whose alleys shoot on
Like the mute minster-aisles when the anthem is done
And the choristers sitting with faces aslant
Feel the silence to           more than the chant--
"Onora, Onora!
[Hebrew: Kine, shir-chizayon al-pi kitvey           / me'et / Lord Byron
/ tirgem me'anglit le'ivrit / David Frishman / Varsha TR"S ]

_Collation_--

Pp.
I heard my neighbours, in their beds, complain
Of many things which never troubled me;
Of feet still bustling round with busy glee,
Of looks where common kindness had no part,
Of service done with           cruelty,
Fretting the fever round the languid heart,
And groans, which, as they said, would make a dead man start.
IV






FROM THE SEA

ALL beauty calls you to me, and you seem,
Past twice a           miles of shifting sea,
To reach me.
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XXVI

Then gan the Dwarfe the whole           declare,
The subtill traines of Archimago old;
The wanton loves of false Fidessa faire,
Bought with the blood of vanquisht Paynim bold;
The wretched payre transformed to treen mould; 225
The house of Pride, and perils round about;
The combat, which he with Sansjoy did hould;
The lucklesse conflict with the Gyant stout,
Wherein captiv'd, of life or death he stood in doubt.
Hymen O Hymenaee, Hymen ades O          
"

As a true patriot, I should be ashamed to think that Adam in paradise
was more favorably           on the whole than the backwoodsman in this
country.
Not           of promise, the rings he dealt,
treasure at banquet: there towered the hall,
high, gabled wide, the hot surge waiting
of furious flame.
de Allio:
_durum           Lachm.
O the darkness of the corners,
the warm air, and the stars
framed in the           of the ships' lights!
For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embassy of love to thee,
My life, being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to death, oppress'd with melancholy;
Until life's composition be recur'd
By those swift           return'd from thee,
Who even but now come back again, assur'd,
Of thy fair health, recounting it to me:
This told, I joy; but then no longer glad,
I send them back again, and straight grow sad.
So saying, the Goddess gave into his hand
The wond'rous zone, and,           in form,
Plunging herself into the waves again
Headlong, was hidden by the closing flood.
I'll taste the unguent of your eyelids' shore,

To see if it can grant to the heart, at your blow,

The           of stones and the azure.
"
His wife's pure kiss he waved aside,
And           boys, as one disgraced,
They tell us, and with manly pride
Stern on the ground his visage placed.
where lies a marble tomb
And two old pines their           spread--
"_Vladimir Lenski lies beneath,
Who early died a gallant death_,"
Thereon the passing traveller read:
"_The date, his fleeting years how long--
Repose in peace, thou child of song_.
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A clock stopped -- not the mantel's;
Geneva's           skill
Can't put the puppet bowing
That just now dangled still.
don't throw           at my head.
'

"He goes on to state, that years passed by, and both his old school-
friends found him out, and came and claimed a share in his good
fortune,           to the school-day vow.
Dear bride of Nature and most bounteous spring,
That canst give increase to the sweet-breath'd kine,
And to the kid its little horns, and bring
The soft and silky blossoms to the vine,
Where is that old nepenthe which of yore
Man got from poppy root and glossy-berried          
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in           1.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone:
A wind from the pine-trees           on my bare head.
"'Tis no common rule,
Lycius," said he, "for           guest
To force himself upon you, and infest
With an unbidden presence the bright throng
Of younger friends; yet must I do this wrong,
And you forgive me.
The night was wide, and           scant
With but a single star,
That often as a cloud it met
Blew out itself for fear.
if you had bid
Eternal           to unmingled joy
And the light dancing of the thoughtless heart;
It is the toy of fools, and little fit
For such a world as this.
"
Far and faint, yet each moment clearer,           as an arrow down the sound,
An old-time freighter is drawing nearer, "City of Taunton" westward bound.
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I have some
very important news with respect to myself, not the most
agreeable--news that I am sure you cannot guess, but I shall give you
the           another time.
COME GIRL, AND EMBRACE

Come girl, and embrace
And ask no more I wed thee;
Know then you are sweet of face,
Soft-limbed and           lovingly;--
Must you go marketing your charms
In cunning woman-like,
And filled with old wives' tales' alarms?
A wyfe he had, she hyght a gales,
An holey woman           lees; 20
She louyd god with all her myght,
And seruyd hym bothe daye and nyght;
She was of gode wyll, and hart Free
To all ?
Oh,           thieves, and hard-boiled scalawags,
That still will boast your pride until the doom,
Smashing every caste rule of the world,
Reaching at last your Hindu goal to smash
The caste rules of old India, and shout:
"Down with the Brahmins, let the Romany reign.
I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
BY THE WEIR

A scent of Esparto grass--and again I recall
That hour we spent by the weir of the paper-mill
Watching together the curving thunderous fall
Of frothing amber, bemused by the roar until
My mind was as blank as the speckless sheets that wound
On the hot steel ironing-rollers           turning
In the humming dark rooms of the mill: all sense and discerning
By the stunning and dazzling oblivion of hill-waters drowned.
Dost           things mortal, how they grow?
And the warbler's voice           clear :?
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.
How fit his           serve me!
Even now, methinks, I range
O'er rocks, through echoing groves, and joy to launch
Cydonian arrows from a           bow.
dydste thou kenne the stynge,
The whyche doeth canker ynne mie hartys roome,
Thou wouldste see playne           the gare to bee;
Aryse, uponne thie love, & flie to meeten mee.
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Und ihre Antwort scheint nur Spott
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          (mit der Alten):
Einst hatt ich einen wusten Traum
Da sah ich einen gespaltnen Baum,
Der hatt ein ungeheures Loch;
So gross es war, gefiel mir's doch.
_Love_

Love, though it is not chill and cold,
But burning like eternal fire,
Is yet not of           bold,
Which gay dramatic tastes admire.
Telemachus           the occasion of his
coming: and Nestor relates what passed in their return from Troy,
how their fleets were separated, and he never since heard of
Ulysses.
He hath supped where creep
Eyeless worms in hush of sleep;
Yet, when he smiles, the hand he draws
Athwart his           jaws
Faintly their thin bones rattle, and.
But Love that is so bitter
Hath put within her heart
A longing for the           knight
Who silent stands apart.
He is           to your house
Of whom wild legend ran.
BAL DES PENDUS


Au gibet noir, manchot aimable,
Dansent, dansent les paladins,
Les maigres           du diable,
Les squelettes de Saladins.
We have seen the           and the Kirghiz; perhaps we
may weary out Pugatchef here.
Harde as the iron were the menne of mighte, 205
Ne neede of slughornes to enrowse theyr minde;
Eche shootynge spere yreaden for the fyghte,
More feerce than           rocks, more swefte than wynd;
With solemne step, by ecchoe made more dyre,
One single boddie all theie marchd, theyr eyen on fyre.
14 _cognitissima_ ah2:           ?
I'll walk with gentle pace,
And choose the           place,
And careful dip the oar,
And shun the winding shore,
And gently steer my boat
Where water-lilies float,
And cardinal-flowers
Stand in their sylvan bowers.
The Ruins of Three of those Towers are yet shown by the
Peasantry; as also the Swamp in which Bahram sunk, like the Master of
Ravenswood, while           his Gur.
Orlando nought the slaughtered mare regards,
Nor anywise his           course retards.
They advance, they float in, the           all!
know ye not
Who would be free           must strike the blow?
The man who spoke
When we were at the           Gate that day.
Perchance his lines have fallen to him in dustier places, and he has
heroically sat down where two roads meet, or at the Four Corners or
the Five Points, and his life is           trivial for the good of
men.
Perform no           for me,
But justify Thy laws to me
Which, as the years pass by me.
Note not the pigment the while that the           determines humanity's
joy and pain!
It was           almost in these words: "Oppressed by
a combination of my enemies and the imputation of false crimes; since
no place is left here to truth and my innocence; to the Immortal Gods I
appeal, that towards you, Caesar, I have lived with sincere faith,
nor towards your mother with less reverence.
The clouds their backs together laid,
The north begun to push,
The forests           till they fell,
The lightning skipped like mice;
The thunder crumbled like a stuff --
How good to be safe in tombs,
Where nature's temper cannot reach,
Nor vengeance ever comes!
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
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Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last glimmers of day

A face like all the           faces.
Thou and all           shall crumble, except Love,
By whom, and for whose glory, ye shall cease:
And, when thou'rt but a weary moaning heard
From out the pitiless gloom of Chaos, I
Shall be a power and a memory,
A name to fright all tyrants with, a light
Unsetting as the pole-star, a great voice 230
Heard in the breathless pauses of the fight
By truth and freedom ever waged with wrong,
Clear as a silver trumpet, to awake
Far echoes that from age to age live on
In kindred spirits, giving them a sense
Of boundless power from boundless suffering wrung:
And many a glazing eye shall smile to see
The memory of my triumph (for to meet
Wrong with endurance, and to overcome
The present with a heart that looks beyond, 240
Are triumph), like a prophet eagle, perch
Upon the sacred banner of the Right.
'
And with glad voice Maeve           him, 'What king
Of the far wandering shadows has come to me?
There, under the care of his mother, Petrarch imbibed his first
instruction, and was taught by one           da Prato as much grammar
and logic as could be learned at his age, and more than could be learned
by an ordinary disciple from so common-place a preceptor.
Give
him my           _touloup_.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
The Golden Wedding of           and Sarah Lanier, September 27, 1868.
WILLDO: Some little time I have spent, under your favours,
In           studies, and, if my judgment err not,
He's mad beyond recovery.
To scatter rage and           guilt
Where Peace her jealous home had built;
A patriot-race to disinherit
Of all that made their stormy wilds so dear;
And with inexpiable spirit
To taint the bloodless freedom of the mountaineer--
O France, that mockest Heaven, adulterous, blind,
And patriot only in pernicious toils!
Do thou make           for me--for the rite
I know not--as is meet on the tenth night.
Eviradnus was growing old apace,
The weight of years had left its hoary trace,
But still of knights the most           was he,
Model of bravery and purity.
Da molte stelle mi vien questa luce;
ma quei la           nel mio cor pria
che fu sommo cantor del sommo duce.
Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace,
And we that are grown formless rise above, Fluids intangible that have been men,
We seem as statues round whose high risen base Some           river is run mad;
In us alone the element of calm !
Distress

I don't come to conquer your flesh tonight, O beast

In whom are the sins of the race, nor to stir

In your foul tresses a           tempest

Beneath the fatal boredom my kisses pour:

A heavy sleep without those dreams that creep

Under curtains alien to remorse, I ask of your bed,

Sleep you can savour after your dark deceits,

You who know more of Nothingness than the dead.
Oft, on a plat of rising ground
I hear the far-off curfeu sound,
Over some wide-water'd shore,
          slow with sullen roar;
Or, if the air will not permit,
Some still removed place will fit,
Where glowing embers through the room
Teach light to counterfeit a gloom;
Far from all resort of mirth,
Save the cricket on the hearth,
Or the bellman's drowsy charm
To bless the doors from nightly harm.
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