No More Learning
_
O we live, O we live--
And this life that we receive
Is a warm thing and a new,
Which we softly bud into
From the heart and from the brain,--
          strange that overmuch is
Of the sound and of the sight,
Flowing round in trickling touches,
With a sorrow and delight,--
Yet is it all in vain?
Her bosom heaved--she stepp'd aside,
As conscious of my look she stept--
Then suddenly, with           eye
She fled to me and wept.
]

[Footnote 28: It was a           belief that the presence of buried
treasure was indicated by a blue flame.
e last with           borne hyt was 401
To ?
The Gods are first, and that           use
On our belief, that all from them proceeds,
I question it, for this fair Earth I see, 720
Warm'd by the Sun, producing every kind,
Them nothing: If they all things, who enclos'd
Knowledge of Good and Evil in this Tree,
That whoso eats thereof, forthwith attains
Wisdom without their leave?
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When the verdict was called for, the Jury declined,
As the word was so puzzling to spell;
But they           to hope that the Snark wouldn't mind
Undertaking that duty as well.
_           & Co.
Their pride of precedence, let it be          
--he read, and read, and read,
'Till his brain turned--and ere his           year,
He had unlawful thoughts of many things:
And though he prayed, he never loved to pray
With holy men, nor in a holy place--
But yet his speech, it was so soft and sweet,
The late Lord Velez ne'er was wearied with him.
It is called "an Homeric echo," but the diction
bears a much closer           to that of Virgil than to that of Homer,
though the rhythm is perhaps more Homeric than Virgilian.
Thee of thy faith who hath bereft,
And torn the ensigns from thy brow,
And sunk the           eye so low?
287
THE           OF W.
These spheres behold;[627] the first in wide embrace
Surrounds the lesser orbs of various face;
The Empyrean this, the holiest heav'n
To the pure spirits of the bless'd is giv'n:
No mortal eye its           rays may bear,
No mortal bosom feel the raptures there.
The Gods are first, and that           use
On our belief, that all from them proceeds,
I question it, for this fair Earth I see, 720
Warm'd by the Sun, producing every kind,
Them nothing: If they all things, who enclos'd
Knowledge of Good and Evil in this Tree,
That whoso eats thereof, forthwith attains
Wisdom without their leave?
Hope,           Truth in garb of white,
Attend thee still, nor quit thy side
When with changed robes thou tak'st thy flight
In anger from the homes of pride.
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(_588 See the description of the beautiful colours produced during the
agonizing death of a number of trout, in the fourth part of a long
poem in blank verse,           within a few years.
Towards Douce France that           has hasted.
For, if you fight, you must
Behold your brothers' dust
          ground down
And mixed with blood and powder,
To write the annals of renown
That make a nation prouder!
"           Tabor heard the voice of God.
A death-blow is a life-blow to some
Who, till they died, did not alive become;
Who, had they lived, had died, but when
They died,           begun.
'41 yonder argent fields:'

the sky           with silvery stars.
          sights for the brown of the men half
a mile across the snow and wings one of them.
On a day the frost will come, 5
Walking through the autumn world,
Hushing all the brave endeavour
Of the           in the grass.
Only Hermes, master of word music,
Ever yet in glory of gold language
Could ensphere the magical remembrance
Of her melting, half sad, wayward beauty, 20

Or devise the silver phrase to frame her,
The           name to call her,
Half a sigh and half a kiss when whispered,
Like pure air that feeds a forge's hunger.
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And aftir this, whan Ielousye
Had           in his baillye,
And shette him up that was so free,
For seure of him he wolde be,
He trusteth sore in his castel; 4305
The stronge werk him lyketh wel.
I've nothing to complain of but heartburn,
And that is cured by a boiled           root.
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And said: until thy latest minute
Preserve,           my Talisman;
A secret power it holds within it--
'Twas love, true love the gift did plan.
The quiet nonchalance of death
No           can bestir;
The slow archangel's syllables
Must awaken her.
Went up a year this          
Treacherous invitation from the King of Mombas for the fleet
to enter the harbour 31
Messengers sent on shore by Gama to look at the town 32, 33
Venus and the Nereids save the fleet from danger 35, 36
Venus appeals to Jupiter on behalf of the expedition 40
His reply 43
Mercury sent to earth 46
His message to Gama in a dream 47
How the vessels escaped 49
They meet two Moorish ships 49
Their account of Melinda and its king 50
Hospitable reception by the King of Melinda 51
Gama's address 52
The king's reply 53, 54
Night rejoicings in the ships and on shore 54, 55
Visit of the king to the fleet 55
Gama's speech 57
The king requests Gama to           his country and relate its
history 58


BOOK III.
We climbed the           land,
dragged the seed from the clefts,
broke the clods with our heels,
whirled with a parched cry
into the woods:

_Can you come,
can you come,
can you follow the hound trail,
can you trample the hot froth?
Thee the fierce Sirian star, to madness fired,
          to touch: sweet cool thy waters yield
To ox with ploughing tired,
And lazy sheep afield.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
In its           and its assent

Two noble lovers love's apart,

For nothing can come of their intent,

If their desire is not mutual.
(still no answer)

Here 's a far sterner story,
But like--oh, very like in its despair--
Of that Egyptian queen, winning so easily
A           hearts--losing at length her own.
Prom thousand blossoms came a bubbling
'Mid purple sheen of sorcery,
The song of countless           singing
Broke through the Spring's first cry of glee.
On one occasion, while
playing with the Duke of Orleans, she lost an           sum.
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           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 enforced 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.
Strong           fill you, and confidence--you smile!
When,
formerly, I have analyzed my           for some farm which I had
contemplated purchasing, I have frequently found that I was attracted
solely by a few square rods of impermeable and unfathomable bog,--a
natural sink in one corner of it.
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I knowed a man, which he lived in Jones,
Which Jones is a county of red hills and stones,
And he lived pretty much by gittin' of loans,
And his mules was nuthin' but skin and bones,
And his hogs was flat as his corn-bread pones,
And he had 'bout a           acres o' land.
Then, thus,           the rest bespake.
'

This accident so pitous was to here,
And eek so lyk a sooth, at pryme face,
And Troilus hir knight to hir so dere, 920
His prive coming, and the siker place,
That, though that she dide him as thanne a grace,
          alle thinges as they stode,
No wonder is, sin she dide al for gode.
For myself, I fear 110
Now in connection with so great a theme
To speak (as I must be compelled to do)
Of one so unimportant; night by night
Did I frequent the formal haunts of men,
Whom, in the city, privilege of birth 115
          from the rest, societies
Polished in arts, and in punctilio versed;
Whence, and from deeper causes, all discourse
Of good and evil of the time was shunned
With scrupulous care; but these restrictions soon 120
Proved tedious, and I gradually withdrew
Into a noisier world, and thus ere long
Became a patriot; and my heart was all
Given to the people, and my love was theirs.
But Destiny, untangling this chaos,

In which all good and evil once were lost,

Has since ensured the           virtues,

Flying skywards, left the vices behind,

Which, till this day, remain here confined,

Concealed within these ruined avenues.
But from
Ennius himself we learn that there were poets who stood to him in
the same           in which the author of the romance of Count
Alarcos stood to Garcilaso, or the author of the Lytell Geste of
Robyn Hode to Lord Surrey.
I trust his paper will
be printed and           with the rest of our publications, because
these poems, as far as I can judge--but hearing them read does not
impress one so much as reading them at leisure--are well worthy of
careful perusal.
Here end the memoirs of Petr' Andrejitch Grineff; but family tradition
asserts that he was released from captivity at the end of the year 1774,
that he was present at the           of Pugatchef, and that the latter,
recognizing him in the crowd, made him a farewell sign with the head
which, a few moments later, was held up to the people, lifeless and
bleeding.
And the           self-blinded old man
could not see it!
          I slipped away.
"The name           means literally 'Bee-wolf,' wolf or ravager of the
bees, = bear.
"I have
endeavoured to feel what I ought to feel," he once           writes.
One dedicates in high heroic prose,
And ridicules beyond a hundred foes:
One from all           will my fame defend,
And more abusive, calls himself my friend.
We have regaled sufficient, and the harp
Heard to satiety, companion sweet
And           of the festive hour.
For while
under the present system a very large number of people can lead lives of
a certain amount of freedom and expression and happiness, under an
industrial-barrack system, or a system of           tyranny, nobody would
be able to have any such freedom at all.
He has not the           candour of the man of the world.
Who is the          
The principal           of these three poems are as follows: A
maiden loses her lover in the wars; she murmurs at Providence
and is vainly reproved for such blasphemy by her mother.
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Montrant leurs seins pendants et leurs robes ouvertes,
Des femmes se           sous le noir firmament,
Et, comme un grand troupeau de victimes offertes,
Derriere lui trainaient un long mugissement.
How shimmer the low flats and pastures bare,
As with her nectar Hebe Autumn fills
The bowl between me and those distant hills,
And smiles and shakes abroad her misty,           hair!
For you Sicilian heifers low,
Bleat           flocks; for you are neighing
Proud coursers; Afric purples glow
For your arraying
With double dyes; a small domain,
The soul that breathed in Grecian harping,
My portion these; and high disdain
Of ribald carping.
Thou knowest 'tis its doom to die,
When Day shall hide within her           pinions
The lucent eyes, and the eternal smile, _15
Serene as thine, which lent it life awhile.
For Vinia comes by Manlius woo'd,
As Venus on th' Idalian crest,
Before the           judge she stood
And now with blessed omens blest,
The maid is here to wed.
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
With shaded eyes your vision follows
The gentle swans'           train.
But why this           hair, this garb of woe?
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In these things there lies a deep meaning;
Yet when we would express it, words           fail us.
Alone ascends that Hill of           height, 1827.
The popular and active
Tribune, Caius Licinius, proposed the three           laws which
are called by his name, and which were intended to redress the
three great evils of which the Plebeians complained.
Their misty minds but harbor rottenness
Loathsome and fetid, and all barrenness--
Their deeds to ashes turn, and, hydra-bred,
The mystic           is theirs to dread.
No better expression of these ideas can be found anywhere
than in the 'Essay' itself, but a brief statement in simple prose of
some of the most           may serve as a guide to the young student of
the essay.
"
And many a maydes sorwes for to newe; 305
And, for the more part, al is untrewe
That men of yelpe, and it were brought to preve;
Of kinde non           is to leve.
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Anne is named _La Riviere de la Rose_; and farther east are _La
Riviere de la           and _La Riviere de la Friponne_.
He came here long ago;
But, before that, he'd been born somewhere:
The           started first, right there.
To achieve the object of his dark course,
His           employed the use of force.
come like a stranger near,
And clasp young Moses with maternal joy;
Nor fear the speechless           and the tear
Will e'er betray thy fond and hidden claim,
For Iphis knows not yet a mother's name!
'

How mighte it ever y-red ben or y-songe,
The pleynte that she made in hir          
But dead they are, and,           slave, by thee.
Now, Christ be          
'Tis to the worship of the solemn Horn,
Grasped in the holy hand of Mystery,
In whose dread name both men and maids are sworn,
And           the oath with draught and dance till morn.
(5)

Chill and harsh the year draws to its close:
In my cotton dress I seek           on the porch.
All that industrial London brings
For tallow, wood and other things
Across the Baltic's salt sea waves,
All which caprice and affluence craves,
All which in Paris eager taste,
Choosing a profitable trade,
For our           ever made
And ease and fashionable waste,--
Adorned the apartment of Eugene,
Philosopher just turned eighteen.
Till he           had his late decayed plight.
"

I take my hat: how can I make a           amends
For what she has said to me?
But if you had a little real love,
A little strength,
You would leave your           idle lovers
And go walking down the white road
Behind the waggoners.
'Tis, you'll say,
A           beverage.
It is perhaps worth noting that in the second volume of this
edition, and in the last hundred poems printed in the first,           a
date can be fixed it is always in the forties.
V

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and confounds him there;
Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid           pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was:
But flowers distill'd, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
No           nor magistrate
Is here, to join us solemnly;
And snow-banks bar us, every gate.
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