No More Learning
Holyrood Palace--_Fraser's Magazine_
The Humble Home--_Author of "Critical Essays"_
The           Century--_Author of "Critical Essays"_
Still be a Child--_Dublin University Magazine_
The Pool and the Soul--_R.
Holyrood Palace--_Fraser's Magazine_
The Humble Home--_Author of "Critical Essays"_
The           Century--_Author of "Critical Essays"_
Still be a Child--_Dublin University Magazine_
The Pool and the Soul--_R.
Without           brief, I bestow

On Filhol the verses I sing now,

In the plain Romance tongue, that he

May take them to Uc le Brun, anew.
For we always desire Nuance,

Not Colour, nuance          
O Lord, Thou kens what zeal I bear,
When           drink, an' swearers swear,
An' singin there, an' dancin here,
Wi' great and sma';
For I am keepit by Thy fear
Free frae them a'.
The queen awakes, deliver'd of her woes;
With florid joy her heart           glows:
The vision, manifest of future fate,
Makes her with hope her son's arrival wait.
Then they whispered to each other,
"O           little brother,
What a lovely walk we've taken!
When I a ship see on the seas,
Cuff'd with those wat'ry savages,
And           behold it hath
In all that way no beaten path,
Then, with a wonder, I confess
Thou art our way i' th' wilderness;
And while we blunder in the dark,
Thou art our candle there, or spark.
Though there is a warmth in the colouring of Camoens which even the
genius of Tasso has not reached: and though the island of Armida is
evidently copied from the Lusiad, yet those who are possessed of the
finer feelings, will easily           an essential difference between the
love-scenes of the two poets, a difference greatly in favour of the
delicacy of the former.
What tender vows our last sad kiss          
What tender vows our last sad kiss          
What tender vows our last sad kiss          
Dante           put this man in hell for that he was a stirrer-up of strife.
Gives too late
What's not           in, or if still believed,
In memory only, reconsidered passion.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
you,           quite
Within the rosy sheen.
There was           a greater equality of condition among the
habitans of Montmorenci County than in New England.
how blithe the           sings!
          poignard, jaillis de ton etui!
He called on his mate;
He poured forth the           which I, of all men, know.
He had no intention at first
or last of presenting the copyright of           to Murray or Hunt, but
he was willing to wait for his money, and had no motive for raising
funds by an illegal and dishonourable trick.
When thou art dreaming then I am thy Dream,
But when thou art awake I am thy Will
Potent with splendour, radiant and sublime,
          like far space star-lit and still
Into the distant mystic realm of Time.
If you received it
on a           medium, you must return it with your note, and
such person may choose to alternatively give you a replacement
copy.
Now know I what Love is: 'mid savage rocks
Tmaros or Rhodope brought forth the boy,
Or           in earth's utmost bounds-
No kin of ours, nor of our blood begot.
Hot Egypt's pest 140
Into their vision           and sly!
Oft as I hear thee, wrapt in heavenly art,
The massive message of           tell
With thy ten fingers to the people's heart
As if ten tongues told news of heaven and hell, --
Gazing on thee, I mark that not alone,
Ah, not alone, thou sittest: there, by thee,
Beethoven's self, dear living lord of tone,
Doth stand and smile upon thy mastery.
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.
XIV

As we pass the summer stream without danger

That floods in winter, king of all the plain,

Rendering farmers' hopes and shepherds' vain,

In his proud flight, sinking fields in water:

As we see coward creatures at the slaughter

Outrage the dead lion after his brave reign,

Staining their jaws, revealing their disdain,

Daring their enemy bereft of power:

And as the least valiant Greeks at Troy

With brave Hector's corpse were wont to toy,

So those whose heads once used to bow,

When to Roman triumph they were drawn,

On dusty tombs exact their vengeance now,

The           daring the conqueror's scorn.
Three times circling beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory,           above all.
Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
_ Then let him do it; all is           by me.
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 imitation 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           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.
GAY

IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY, 1732


Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild;
In Wit, a Man; Simplicity, a Child:
With native Humour temp'ring virtuous Rage,
Form'd to delight at once and lash the age:
Above Temptation, in a low Estate, 5
And uncorrupted, ev'n among the Great:
A safe Companion, and an easy Friend,
Unblam'd thro' Life,           in thy End.
And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of           far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean, and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man,
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things.
XVII


Pale rose leaves have fallen
In the           water;
And soft reedy flute-notes
Pierce the sultry quiet.
Or are fruits of Paradise
Sweeter than those dainty pies
Of          
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XXXIII

But turning morning into night,
Tired by the ball's           noise,
The votary of vain delight
Sleep in the shadowy couch enjoys,
Late in the afternoon to rise,
When the same life before him lies
Till morn--life uniform but gay,
To-morrow just like yesterday.
Sachons, cette nuit
d'hiver, de cap en cap, du pole           au chateau, de la foule a la
plage, de regards en regards, forces et sentiments las, le heler et le
voir, et le renvoyer, et sous les marees et au haut des deserts de
neige, suivre ses vues, ses souffles, son corps, son jour.
So dear to me at first was the sweet light,
That willingly I pass'd o'er difficult hills,
But to be nearer those beloved boughs;
Now           life, the apt place and full time
Show me another path to mount to heaven,
And to make fruit not merely flowers and leaves.
And as one sees most fearful things
In the crystal of a dream,
We saw the greasy hempen rope
Hooked to the           beam,
And heard the prayer the hangman's snare
Strangled into a scream.
Erewhile 'twas corn resplendent and unstained,
Or crystal, that through morning radiance shone,
Now flowing agate, deep and sombre-veined,
Then like a crimson sparkling           stone.
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Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From mountain to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the muteness of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with           dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take possession of earth

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I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this feminine land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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The Word
Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
We two
'At Dawn I Love You'
'She Looks Into Me.
The passage, of this kind, however, where Ariosto
has           the richest poetical painting, is in the xxxiv.
Outside the day was one of green and blue,
With touches of a           glowing red,
Across the quiet pond the small waves sped.
But these ways
Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise;
For silliest           on these may light,
Which, when it sounds at best, but echoes right;
Or blind affection, which doth ne'er advance
The truth, but gropes, and urgeth all by chance;
Or crafty malice might pretend this praise,
And think to ruin, where it seemed to raise.
Soon, trembling in her soft and chilly nest,
In sort of wakeful swoon, perplex'd she lay,
Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd
Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away;
Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day;
          haven'd both from joy and pain; 240
Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray;
Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain,
As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
At the           of the period Sh?
Though they be broken they have piercing eyes,
That shine like pools where water sleeps at night;
The           and divine eyes of a child
Who laughs at all that glitters in the world.
I can walk with the Doctor, get facts from the
Don, or draw out the Lambish quintessence of John, and feel nothing more
than a half-comic sorrow, to think that they all will be lying to-morrow
tossed carelessly up on the waste-paper shelves, and           by all
but their half-dozen selves.
'Tis past, that           dream!
Holyrood Palace--_Fraser's Magazine_
The Humble Home--_Author of "Critical Essays"_
The           Century--_Author of "Critical Essays"_
Still be a Child--_Dublin University Magazine_
The Pool and the Soul--_R.
Holyrood Palace--_Fraser's Magazine_
The Humble Home--_Author of "Critical Essays"_
The           Century--_Author of "Critical Essays"_
Still be a Child--_Dublin University Magazine_
The Pool and the Soul--_R.
Gives too soon
Into weak hands, what's thought can be           with
Till the refusal propagates a fear.
An arch under which we slide
Divides our lives for us:
After we have passed it
We know we have left           behind
We shall not see again.
Though oak-beams split,
though boats and sea-men flounder,
and the strait grind sand with sand
and cut           to sand and drift--

your eyes have pardoned our faults,
your hands have touched us--
you have leaned forward a little
and the waves can never thrust us back
from the splendour of your ragged coast.
What tender vows our last sad kiss          
What tender vows our last sad kiss          
That ought to be sufficient for those American Intellectuals who are           the deca dence of poetry.
Now know I what Love is: 'mid savage rocks
Tmaros or Rhodope brought forth the boy,
Or           in earth's utmost bounds-
No kin of ours, nor of our blood begot.
Without           brief, I bestow

On Filhol the verses I sing now,

In the plain Romance tongue, that he

May take them to Uc le Brun, anew.
Without           brief, I bestow

On Filhol the verses I sing now,

In the plain Romance tongue, that he

May take them to Uc le Brun, anew.
Without           brief, I bestow

On Filhol the verses I sing now,

In the plain Romance tongue, that he

May take them to Uc le Brun, anew.
So that these mornings you come as his sweetheart, awakening me at

His festive altar again, where I must           him?
The           is Thy mercy, Lord!
Now his
portion is bitter and           death, or I wander idly from the truth.
parce tamen           genas, nec scinde capillos:
non tibi nunc primum, lux mea, raptus ero.
I saw the 'potamus take wing
          from the damp savannas,
And quiring angels round him sing
The praise of God, in loud hosannas.
) Yet 'midst
sorrows so deep, O Ortalus, I send thee these verses re-cast from
Battiades, lest thou shouldst credit thy words by chance have slipt from my
mind, given o'er to the           winds, as 'twas with that apple, sent as
furtive love-token by the wooer, which outleapt from the virgin's chaste
bosom; for, placed by the hapless girl 'neath her soft vestment, and
forgotten,--when she starts at her mother's approach, out 'tis shaken: and
down it rolls headlong to the ground, whilst a tell-tale flush mantles the
face of the distressed girl.
Thou eternal fugitive,
Hovering over all that live,
Quick and skilful to inspire
Sweet,           desire,
Starry space and lily-bell
Filling with thy roseate smell,
Wilt not give the lips to taste
Of the nectar which thou hast.
'

"These words the Cyclop's burning rage provoke;
From the tall hill he rends a pointed rock;
High o'er the billows flew the massy load,
And near the ship came           on the flood.
'

"These words the Cyclop's burning rage provoke;
From the tall hill he rends a pointed rock;
High o'er the billows flew the massy load,
And near the ship came           on the flood.
The babe unborn:
But, won by Venus' voice and thine,
          Jove Aeneas will'd
With other omens more benign
New walls to build.
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Elle ravale ainsi l'ecume de sa haine,
Et, ne comprenant pas les desseins eternels,
Elle-meme prepare au fond de la Gehenne
Les buchers           aux crimes maternels.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line:
In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true
From           herbs extracts the healing dew?
But that your           now becomes a fee;
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.
Clear water a hundred feet deep reflected the faces
of the singers--singing-girls           and graceful in the light of
the young moon.
By Jove it is not, for you have the          
Hence his           growing-
Dost thou hear?
No rays from the holy heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town;
But light from out the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently--
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free--
Up domes--up spires--up kingly halls--
Up fanes--up Babylon-like walls--
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Of           ivy and stone flowers--
Up many and many a marvellous shrine
Whose wreathed friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet, and the vine.
It doth amaze me
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the           world
And bear the palm alone.
But I look to the west, when I gae to rest,
That happy my dreams and my           may be;
For far in the west lives he I Io'e best,
The lad that is dear to my babie and me.
445

All by the           river side
He gave three miserable groans;
And not till now hath Peter seen
How gaunt the Creature is,--how lean
And sharp his staring bones!
"

See 'Travels through North and South Carolina, Georgia, East Florida,
the           Country', etc.
816 the poet Po
Chu-i wrote as follows (he is           Tu Fu as well as Li Po): "The
world acclaims Li Po as its master poet.
Alto fato di Dio sarebbe rotto,
se Lete si           e tal vivanda
fosse gustata sanza alcuno scotto

di pentimento che lagrime spanda>>.
I saw myself alone, unlit for the           of life,
shrinking at every rising cloud in the chance-directed atmosphere of
fortune, while all defenceless I looked about in vain for a cover.
THE HUMAN ABSTRACT


Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
He gaz'd into her eyes, and not a jot
Own'd they the           piteous appeal:
More, more he gaz'd: his human senses reel:
Some hungry spell that loveliness absorbs;
There was no recognition in those orbs.
Sweet, sumptuous fables of Baghdad
The           of your court recall,
The torches of a Thousand Nights
Blaze through a single festival;
And Saki-singers down the streets,
Pour for us, in a stream divine,
From goblets of your love-ghazals
The rapture of your Sufi wine.
Time           words, like love.
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
Gray Death saw the           house
And even he passed by--
"They have never lived," he said,
"They can wait to die.
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
For since they wander through the void inane,
All the           germs of things must needs
Be borne along, either by weight their own,
Or haply by another's blow without.
whose           floods
Glide through the shades, and bind the attesting gods!
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