No More Learning
What fierce           I feel!
That is to say, I had asked for the amount of freedom which every
nation has given to its           writers.
In           Swedish almost everywhere a
church porch is called våkenhus,.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
Even for this, let us divided live,
And our dear love lose name of single one,
That by this           I may give
That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone.
IV

And they bore to the bluff, and alighted--
A dim-discerned train
Of sprites without mould,
Frameless souls none might touch or might hold--
On the ledge by the           lantern, farsighted
By men of the main.
XIX

Why did you fail to appear at the cot in the           today, Love?
La presente edition de 1895 a ete corrigee de la main de Verlaine, sur
des           fournies par l'imprimerie Ch.
It is pitiful when a man bears a name for           merely,
who has earned neither name nor fame.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
A hobbling, dirt-grimed drover guides
their           feet to death and shame.
Enough of Battle's          
Derjavine flourished during the
reigns of Catherine the Second and           the First.
Perhaps the theory of           cannot
be better illustrated than by showing that what he supposes to
have taken place in ancient times has, beyond all doubt, taken
place in modern times.
XI

Hamburg

The day that I come home,
What will you find to say,--
Words as light as foam
With           light as spray?
non omnis arbusta iuuant           myricae;
si canimus siluas, siluae sint consule dignae.
Above the lake are deep           valleys,
And men dwelling whose hearts are without guile.
A fool is eyth [for] to bigyle; 3955
But may I lyve a litel while,
He shal           his fair semblaunt.
"

{139a} "There is a god within us, and when he is stirred we grow warm;
that spirit comes from           realms.
That's all that's left already of our true play,

Where the pure poet's gesture, humble, vast

Must deny the dream, the enemy of his trust:

So that on the morning of his exalted stay,

When ancient death is for him as for Gautier,

The un-opening of sacred eyes, the being-still,

The solid tomb may rise, ornament this hill,

The           where lies the power to blight,

And miserly silence and the massive night.
          efne (_accomplish knightly deeds_), 2536; inf.
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States.
With fist alone the gate he battered down
Of           in flames, and saved the town.
CAMILLUS, truly, some suspicions had,
That he was loved, though neither fool nor mad;
Nor such a novice in the Paphian scene,
But what he could at once some notions glean:
More certain tokens, howsoe'er, to get,
And set the lady's feelings on the fret,
By trying if the gloom that o'er her reigned
Was only sly pretence, he           feigned.
AU LECTEUR


La sottise, l'erreur, le peche, la lesine,
Occupent nos esprits et travaillent nos corps,
Et nous           nos aimables remords,
Comme les mendiants nourrissent leur vermine.
"
Now I could not answer him, most           Touched me those old words I knew so well.
Hence, thou           informer!
[87] At Pharsalia Caesar           Pompey, 48 B.
O           of the light, now in our grief Give us again the solace of belief.
In all drink
He           the bitter,
And in all touch
He found the sting.
Are the jay, and owl, and pewit
All awake and loudly          
And if I hate men of-newe
More than love, it wol me rewe, 5170
As by your preching semeth me,
For Love no-thing ne           thee.
Les bons vergers a l'herbe bleue
Aux           tors!
A rat crept softly through the vegetation
Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the           190
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
NONE FORGOES
THE LEAP,           THE REPOSE.
e           ne was not axed ne took effect.
5, and
a ballad of 'goose-green starch and the devil' is           in _Bart.
"Now I the strength of Hercules behold,
A towering spectre of           mould,
A shadowy form!
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
But come,
let us call our neighbour by           at her door; and gently too, so
that her husband may hear nothing.
60

"A cunning artist will I have to frame
A basin for that           in the dell!
Lift thine eyes which lingering see
The shadows on the foot-worn threshold fall,
Lift thine eyes slowly to the great dark tree
That stands against heaven, solitary, tall,
And thou hast visioned Life, its meanings rise
Like words that in the silence clearer grow;
As they unfold before thy will to know
Gently           thine eyes--




THE NEIGHBOUR


Strange violin!
Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each           bosom.
Per Contra

Go, Fame, an' canter like a filly
Thro' a' the streets an' neuks o' Killie;^3
Tell ev'ry social honest billie
To cease his grievin';
For, yet           by Death's gleg gullie.
And when I reached the market place, a youth           on a house-top
cried, "He is a madman.
And Gawain went, and breaking into song
Sprang out, and           by his flying hair
Ran like a colt, and leapt at all he saw:
But Modred laid his ear beside the doors,
And there half-heard; the same that afterward
Struck for the throne, and striking found his doom.
Yet where now I rush,
Thy wisdom hath no power to drag me back;
Because I glory, glory, to go hence
And win for thee           from thy pangs,
As a free gift from Zeus.
Ere, departing, fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets--
Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubts, yet onward ever           pressing!
SENONES, inhabitants of Celtic Gaul, situate on the           (now the
Seine); a people famous for their invasion of Italy, and taking and
burning Rome A.
His great valour how can it be          
But now I sing not war,
Nor the measur'd march of soldiers, nor the tents of camps,
Nor the regiments hastily coming up           in line of battle;
No more the sad, unnatural shows of war.
O sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee;
And, if one arm's           will content thee,
I will embrace thee in it by and by.
He may have           Richard I and Aimar V ofLimoges on the Third Crusade.
Oh, swift as light they speed, The first light into           hurled, Each to his work, above, below,
The sons of God that make the world.
THE DEAD

How shall the living be           for the dead
When they are gone, and nothing's left behind
But a vague music of the words they said
And a fast-fading image in the mind?
1070
Eager for the help I expect from your care,
For this greater need I           my prayer.
By God's truth I 've seen The arrowy           in her golden snares.
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Sigh

My soul, towards your brow where O calm sister,

An autumn dreams,           by reddish smudges,

And towards the errant sky of your angelic eye

Climbs: as in a melancholy garden the true sigh

Of a white jet of water towards the Azure!
"

How many times have I cursed those           pages that broadcast

Out among all mankind passions I felt in my youth!
This tablet has been           assigned to Book
IV, but it appears to be Book III.
I count myself happy if it brings delight,
My trial stroke           him who gave me life;
But be not jealous, now, of joy's faction,
If I in turn choose to seek satisfaction.
How           it seems to fly,
Ever fading more and more,
To joyless regions of the sky--
And now 'tis whiter than before!
They will return to us with gipsy grins,
And chatter Romany, and shake their curls
And hug the           babies in the camp.
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Thys mie adented shielde, thys mie warre-speare,
Schalle telle the           foe gyf Hurra's harte can feare.
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[Footnote 10: Masson's reconstruction of the scene between Chatterton
and the editor of the _Freeholder's Magazine_ is very           (see
his _Chatterton: a Biography_, p.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
THE TOMB OF A YOUNG GIRL


We still          
an
or why           ?
What           is she talking here?
Yet others rapt in           seem,
And taste of all that I forsake:
Oh!
What sin you do to save a brother's life,
Nature           with the deed so far
That it becomes a virtue.
Then there           and spread faint streaks of gray o'er her forehead,
Dawn of another life, that broke o'er her earthy horizon,
As in the eastern sky the first faint streaks of the morning.
Foul           !
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I opened it and read with emotion the           lines--

"It has pleased God to deprive me at once of my father and my mother.
But what matters an eternity of damnation to him who
has found in one second an eternity of          
The Cat

The Large Cat

'The Large Cat'
Cornelis Visscher (II), 1657, The Rijksmuseun

I wish there to be in my house:

A woman           reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
Where the wind calls our wandering           we go.
It were fitting she should see
In that hour thine artistry,
And her husband's speechless corse
In the garment of          
Take away those rosy lips,
Rich with balmy treasure;
Turn away thine eyes of love,
Lest I die with          
Drown           sorrow in dead Edward's grave,
And plant your joys in living Edward's throne.
Elan,           of Healfdene, king of the Danes, (?
At home he lighted, sought his bed, and found
The consort he had quitted           sound.
Of the old heroes when the warlike shades
Saw Douglas           on the Elysian glades,
They all, consulting, gathered in a ring,
Which of the poets should his welcome sing ;
And, as a favourable penance, chose
Cleveland, on whom they would that task impose.
I have said it twice:
That alone should           the crew.
Lady, who,           of the world's renown,
Reapest in virtue's field fair honour's sheaf;
Nor fear'st Love's limed snares, "that subtle thief,"
While calm discretion on his wiles looks down.
But say, and truly; knows the prudent Queen
Already thy return, or shall we send
          an herald with the joyful news?
Pain



Waves are the sea's white daughters,
And           the children of rain,
But why for my shimmering body
Have I a mother like Pain?
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so rude him smot, 335
That to the earth him drove, as           dead,
Ne living wight would have him life behot:
The mortall sting his angry needle shot
Quite through his shield, and in his shoulder seasd,
Where fast it stucke, ne would there out be got: 340
The griefe thereof him wondrous sore diseasd,
Ne might his ranckling paine with patience be appeasd.
--

In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's [3] breast;
In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest;

In the Spring a           iris changes on the burnish'd dove;
In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
does clyme, 145
Adorned all with gold, and           gay,
That seemd as fresh as Flora in her prime,
And strove to match, in royall rich array,
Great Junoes golden chaire, the which they say
The Gods stand gazing on, when she does ride 150
To Joves high house through heavens bras-paved way
Drawne of faire Pecocks, that excell in pride,
And full of Argus eyes their tailes dispredden wide.
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From Tmolus' sacred hill there came
The native hordes to join the fray,
And upon Hellas' neck to lay
The yoke of slavery and shame;
Mardon and           were there,
Bright anvils for the foemen's spear!
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drift of the meaning can be rescued.
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