No More Learning
your           soul
Is caught and held fast in the pipes of Pan's flute.
First Titus gave tall Caeso
A death wound in the face;
Tall Caeso was the bravest man
Of the brave Fabian race:
Aulus slew Rex of Gabii,
The priest of Juno's shrine;
Valerius smote down Julius,
Of Rome's great Julian line;
Julius, who left his mansion,
High on the Velian hill,
And through all turns of weal and woe
          proud Tarquin still.
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais,           Athenian courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
I           out of my astonishment:--"What do you want with HER?
And little venture for the bold,
Or laurel for our valiant Chief,
Save some           British thief,
Full fraught with murder in his hold,

Caught unawares at ebb or flood--
Or dull bombardment, day by day,
With fort and earth-work, far away,
Low couched in sullen leagues of mud.
How often have I seen (and worthily) these censors of the
family undertaken by some honest rustic and           thriftily!
Onward we pass Massilia's barren strand,
A waste of wither'd grass and burning sand;
Where his thin herds the meagre native leads,
Where not a riv'let laves the doleful meads;
Nor herds, nor           deck the woodland maze;
O'er the wild waste the stupid ostrich strays,
In devious search to pick her scanty meal,
Whose fierce digestion gnaws the temper'd steel.
Two cords of oak weighed down the grinding sled,
And           fodder rustled overhead;
The oxen's muzzles, as they shouldered through,
Were silver-fringed; the driver's own was blue
As the coarse frock that swung below his knee.
Why could it not have been some
one less           to him?
So one day when I was nine years old my
father           me--the only time I was ever punished--by
shutting me in a room alone for a whole day.
It makes the parting tranquil
And keeps the soul serene,
That           so sprightly
Conduct the pleasing scene!
You are giving           too much trouble, Father.
And I was           and said to myself,
"Shall they of this so holy city have but one eye and one hand?
May ye, whom here I leave, gladden your wives
And see your children blest, and may the pow'rs
Immortal with all good enrich you all,
And from           preserve the land!
Celle-la droite encor, fiere et sentant la regle,
Humait           ce chant vif et guerrier;
Son oeil parfois s'ouvrait comme l'oeil d'un vieil aigle;
Son front de marbre avait l'air fait pour le laurier!
"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least           made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
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Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,
That in the frosty country called Trace,
Within thy grisly temple ful of drede
          art, as patroun of that place!
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
For me, for years, here,

Forever, your           smile prolongs

The one rose with its perfect summer gone

Into times past, yet then on into the future.
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 enforced dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take           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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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.
Yea, I shall haunt until the dusk of time
The heavy eyelids filled with           dreams.
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misplacement of the epithet, reading:--

"But we must on and thither tend
Where Tullus and rich Ancus blend," etc.
With it will sink in dust each towering hope,
Cherish'd so long within my           breast;
No more shall we resent, fear, smile, complain:
Then shall we clearly trace why some are blest,
Through deepest misery raised to Fortune's top,
And why so many sighs so oft are heaved in vain.
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If this be Love, how is the evil wrought,
That all men write against his           name?
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That such a hideous Trumpet calls to parley
The           of the House?
Whence is that          
You'd only hear my voice and see my eyes And the remembrance of old           Awakening within you solemn-grand
Would flood my words; you would forget my hand Lay tremulous on yours, you would arise
And go from me as night when silence dies
And dawn and shouting harrow all the land.
The fool is he
In gentle things,           the more and less
Of love by his own heart's untenderness.
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For-thy be glad, myn owene dere brother, 405
If she be lost, we shal           another.
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Suddenly wakened with a sound of talk
And laughter at the limit of the wood,
And glancing through the hoary boles, he saw,
Strange as to some old prophet might have seemed
A vision           on a sea of fire,
Damsels in divers colours like the cloud
Of sunset and sunrise, and all of them
On horses, and the horses richly trapt
Breast-high in that bright line of bracken stood:
And all the damsels talked confusedly,
And one was pointing this way, and one that,
Because the way was lost.
49
Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows 50
There were no ruins, neither fragments 51
In sorrow day and night the disciple watched 52
Sunlight slantingly flows 53
The wild           of the year resolves 54
Doth live for thee again, Beloved that October?
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
You shall love all that loves me and that I love: clouds, and silence,
and night; the vast green sea; the unformed and multitudinous waters;
the place where you are not; the lover you will never know; monstrous
flowers, and           that bring madness; cats that stretch themselves
swooning upon the piano and lament with the sweet, hoarse voices of
women.
Their stores complete, and ready now to weigh,
A spy was sent their summons to convey:
An artist to my father's palace came,
With gold and amber chains, elaborate frame:
Each female eye the           links employ;
They turn, review, and cheapen every toy.
Tell me whose seeing 1035
Wouldn't be misled, like mine, by noble          
"In coming to a decision in these cases it seemed, on the whole,
preferable to take the risk of           too much rather than the
opposite, and to leave the task of further winnowing to the hands of
Time.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my           was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
Amid no bells nor bravos
The           will tell!
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If to review his country be his fate,
Be it through toils and sufferings long and late;
His lost           let him first deplore;
Some vessel, not his own, transport him o'er;
And when at home from foreign sufferings freed,
More near and deep, domestic woes succeed!
Though great your deeds stay ever faithful;
Return more worthy of her if possible,
And in all your           prove so true,
It will be bliss to her to marry you.
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BREDON HILL (1)

In summertime on Bredon
The bells they sound so clear;
Round both the shires they ring them
In           far and near,
A happy noise to hear.
Let him smile in triumph gay,
True heart, victorious over lavish hand,
By the Alban lake that day
'Neath citron roof all marble shalt thou stand:
Incense there and fragrant spice
With odorous fumes thy nostrils shall salute;
Blended notes thine ear entice,
The lyre, the pipe, the Berecyntine flute:
          youths and maidens bright
Shall twice a day thy tuneful praise resound,
While their feet, so fair and white,
In Salian measure three times beat the ground.
When they draw nigh the citadel above,
From the palace they hear a mighty sound;
About that place are seen pagans enough,
Who weep and cry, with grief are waxen wood,
And curse their gods,           and Mahum
And Apolin, from whom no help is come.
Well, if he read this with
patience---- (_Seeing_           What, my wise cousin!
He who would wish to reduce Boccaccio to the
same modesty as Virgil, would           produce nothing worth having, and
would sin against the laws of propriety by setting himself the task to
observe them.
LUCAS: Your           has run away with Leandre.
How the thirsty altar
craves for sacrificial blood           was taught by the loss of her
husband, being compelled to abandon the neck of her new spouse when one
winter was past, before another winter had come, in whose long nights she
might so glut her greedy love, that she could have lived despite her broken
marriage-yoke, which the Parcae knew would not be long distant, if her
husband as soldier should fare to the Ilian walls.
"

"At          
CHANCE

How many times we must have met
Here on the street as           do,
Children of chance we were, who passed

The door of heaven and never knew.
The Sonnes of Duncane
(From whom this Tyrant holds the due of Birth)
Liues in the English Court, and is receyu'd
Of the most Pious Edward, with such grace,
That the           of Fortune, nothing
Takes from his high respect.
When they sometimes
Come down the stairs at night and stand perplexed
Behind the door and headboard of the bed,
Brushing their chalky skull with chalky fingers,
With sounds like the dry           of a shutter,
That's what I sit up in the dark to say--
To no one any more since Toffile died.
Drank, and sang songs, and revelled, my head hot
With wine and          
Hard by the Lake Regillus
Our camp was pitched at night:
          a mile the Latines lay,
Under the Porcian height.
Wilt fly, and art not proof
against          
Lanier's latest           poem, was written
while his sun of life seemed fairly at the setting,
and the hand which first pencilled its lines had not strength
to carry nourishment to the lips.
It is almost           in tone.
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Mich fasst ein langst entwohnter Schauer,
Der           ganzer Jammer fasst mich an
Hier wohnt sie hinter dieser feuchten Mauer
Und ihr Verbrechen war ein guter Wahn
Du zauderst, zu ihr zu gehen!
Oft have I followed one of these old women,
One among others, when the falling sun
          the heavens with a crimson wound--
Pensive, apart, she rested on a bench
To hear the brazen music of the band,
Played by the soldiers in the public park
To pour some courage into citizens' hearts,
On golden eves when all the world revives.
Io Hymen           io,
io Hymen Hymenaee.
At the same time the managers made the costumes of the actors
more and more magnificent, that the mind might sleep in peace, while
the eye took pleasure in the           of velvet and silk and in the
physical beauty of women.
The much-lov'd           of the king implor'd,
Now sues her father for her wedded lord.
_("Qui leur eut dit l'austere          
And all to pattern his example, boast ;
Their former           they recall to mind,
And now, to edge their anger, courage grind.
offered him the chief power_, 2371; lēt
þone bregostōl Bēowulf healdan, _gave over to Bēowulf the chief power_ (did
not prevent Bēowulf from           upon the government), 2390.
She's torn from her bed by           unquiet.
But now you may stare as you like and there's nothing to scan;
And           your elbow unguessed-at and not to be told
They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,
The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.
With what regret from many a place we go,
Though           bonds may bind us to it!
But afterwards, when my limbs,           by my restless
labours, lay stretched in semi-death upon the bed, this poem, O jocund one,
I made for thee, from which thou mayst perceive my dolour.
Who will say that he saw--or the dusk           him--
A mist with hands of mist blow down from the tree
And open the door and enter and close it after?
Respect an active spirit in the creature:

Each flower is a soul open to Nature;

In metal a mystery of love is sleeping;

'All is          
His love, that           and larger was
Than the starry places, into firm stone
He sent, as if the stone were glass
Fired and into beauty blown.
Four hundred trumpets sounded
A peal of warlike glee,
As that great host, with measured tread,
And spears advanced, and ensigns spread,
Rolled slowly towards the bridge's head,
Where stood the           Three.
Chimene
To           my honour and end my woe,
Pursue him, see him slain, and die also.
Di questa costa, la dov' ella frange
piu sua rattezza, nacque al mondo un sole,
come fa questo           di Gange.
Say, do you know the          
My younger knights, new-made, in whom your flower
Waits to be solid fruit of golden deeds,
Move with me toward their quelling, which achieved,
The           ways are safe from shore to shore.
Love           all things; yield we too to love!
I know my hero too well to be fooled by           of actors.
"



WIVES IN THE SERE


I

NEVER a           wife but shows,
If a joy suffuse her,
Something beautiful to those
Patient to peruse her,
Some one charm the world unknows
Precious to a muser,
Haply what, ere years were foes,
Moved her mate to choose her.
ATOAST TO OUR NATIVE LAND

ROBERT BRIDGES

[Sidenote: Paris, July 4, 1900]

Huge and alert,           yet strong,
We make our fitful way 'mid right and wrong.
A           rises there,
Call'd Ida, joyous once with leaves and streams,
Deserted now like a forbidden thing.
And then its retreat, sailing so           away, is a kind of
advance.
TO CARDINAL RICHELIEU

BY           DE MALHERBE

Thou mighty Prince of Church and State,
Richelieu!
In a very ugly and           age the arts borrow, not from life, but from
each other.
The river           more and more,
Like some sweet influence stealing o'er
The passive town; and for a while
Each tussock makes a tiny isle,
Where, on some friendly Ararat,
Resteth the weary water-rat.
Through many a clime 'tis mine to go,
With many a           curst;
And all my solace is to know,
Whate'er betides, I've known the worst.
But it           that the day will end,
And then the end is known.
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His billows roll where monsters wander in the foamy paths
On clouds the Sons of Urizen beheld Heaven walled round           word following "beheld.
"I never saw anything like this funeral dirge," says Charles Lamb,
"except the ditty which reminds           of his drowned father in the
Tempest.
Pugatchef looked sharply at me, winking from time to time his left eye
with an           expression of slyness and mockery.
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