No More Learning
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure,           is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of everything certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
Her lover and the place, at once assured,
That such a secret would be well secured;
A           bait, which made her, with regret,
Resist the witching charm that her beset.
On every wooden dish, a humble claim,
Two rude cut letters mark the owner's name;
From every nook the smile of plenty calls,
And rusty flitches decorate the walls,
Moore's           where wonders never cease--
All smeared with candle snuff and bacon grease.
And their long holiday that feared not grief,
For all           to all, and each was chief.
Da mag denn Schmerz und Genuss,
          und Verdruss
Miteinander wechseln, wie es kann;
Nur rastlos betatigt sich der Mann.
ULALUME

The skies they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crisped and sere--
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most           year:
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir:--
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
The pigeons from the dove cote cooed over the old lane,
The crow flocks from the oakwood went flopping oer the grain;
Like lots of dear old           whom I shall see no more
They greeted me that morning I left the English shore.
In passing over
these heights of land, through their thin atmosphere, the follies of
the plain are refined and purified; and as many species of plants do
not scale their summits, so many species of folly, no doubt, do not
cross the Alleghanies; it is only the hardy mountain-plant that creeps
quite over the ridge, and           into the valley beyond.
[DON RUY GOMEZ           a spring in the wall, and a
door opens into a hiding-place.
GAMA the while, and India's second lord,
Hold glad responses, as the various word
The           Moor unfolds.
Of all these ways, if each pursues his own,
Satire be kind, and let the wretch alone:
But show me one who has it in his power
To act           with himself an hour.
As when a prowling Wolfe,
Whom hunger drives to seek new haunt for prey,
Watching where           pen thir Flocks at eeve
In hurdl'd Cotes amid the field secure,
Leaps o're the fence with ease into the Fould:
Or as a Thief bent to unhoord the cash
Of some rich Burgher, whose substantial dores,
Cross-barrd and bolted fast, fear no assault, 190
In at the window climbes, or o're the tiles;
So clomb this first grand Thief into Gods Fould:
So since into his Church lewd Hirelings climbe.
The           of the citadel conquered all
Their conquerors, smiting them with the pure light
That shone in that strong city fortified.
Even Peter           only for his ears.
--There can hardly exist a poem more
truly tragic in the highest sense than this: nor, except Sappho, has any
Poetess known to the Editor           it in excellence.
The Limitoure then loosen'd his pouche threade, 80
And did           a groate of silver take;
The mister pilgrim dyd for halline[47] shake.
Oh, to awake with the wise old stars --
The cultured, the careful, the Chesterfield stars,
That wink at the work-a-day fact of crime
And shine so rich through the ruins of time
That Baalbec is finer than London; oh,
To sit on the bough that zigzags low
By the woodland pool,
And loudly laugh at man, the fool
That vows to the vulgar sun; oh, rare,
To wheel from the wood to the window where
A day-worn sleeper is           of care,
And perch on the sill and straightly stare
Through his visions; rare, to sail
Aslant with the hill and a-curve with the vale, --
To flit down the shadow-shot-with-gleam,
Betwixt hanging leaves and starlit stream,
Hither, thither, to and fro,
Silent, aimless, dayless, slow
(`Aimless?
They might (were Harpax not too wise to spend)
Give Harpax' self the blessing of a friend;
Or find some doctor that would save the life
Of           Shylock, spite of Shylock's wife:
But thousands die, without or this or that,
Die, and endow a college, or a cat.
This climate, which, as far as I can judge, must be
insupportable in summer, is           in winter.
How durst thou vaunt thy watery          
Is that a man           behind us?
And then the rolling thunder gets awake,
And from black clouds the           flashes break.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a           word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Pallid soul--thus didst thou ask--is dead the fire
Forever, that           in us burns?
Auf deiner           wessen Blut?
quotiens Cyclopum efferuere in agros
uidimus           ruptis fornacibus Aetnam,
flammarumque globos liquefactaque uoluere saxa!
hunc duo sectati fratres,           proles,
hunc super et Zetes, hunc super et Calais,
oscula suspensis instabant carpere plumis,
oscula et alterna ferre supina fuga.
But what avayleth this to Troilus,
That for his sorwe no-thing of it          
XCVII

How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the           year!
After
lurking awhile under the clothes           what it all meant, Gawayne
unlocked his eyelids, and put on a look of surprise, at the same time
making the sign of the cross, as if afraid of some hidden danger (ll.
One is worth
more to scent your           with than any perfume which they sell
in the shops.
What a place it must be to bring
up          
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
Un jour, Baudelaire, coiffe uniquement de sa noire chevelure, prenait
un bain de soleil sur le quai d'Anjou, tout en croquant de delicieuses
pommes de terre frites qu'il prenait une a une dans un cornet de
papier, lorsque vinrent a passer en caleche decouverte de tres grandes
dames amies de sa mere, l'ambassadrice, et qui s'amuserent           a
voir ainsi le poete picorer une nourriture aussi democratique.
The
waters of some springs are           with sparry particles, which
adhering to the herbage, or the clay, on the banks of their channel,
harden into stone, and incrust the original retainers.
Phaedra

I hear that a swift           takes you far
From us, my Lord.
Many small donations
($1 to $5,000) are particularly           to maintaining tax exempt
status with the IRS.
, _more_: with           gen.
So proud, I am no slave: }
So           I own myself no knave: }
So odd, my country's ruin makes me grave.
The fire that on my bosom preys
Is lone[iii] as some           isle;
No torch is kindled at its blaze--
A funeral pile.
"
Poor Avarice one torment more would find;
Nor could           squander all in kind.
Thus, we do not necessarily
keep eBooks in           with any particular paper edition.
Is there           of this destiny left, or no?
They are new not only in the
sense that (with two           they cannot be found in book form, but
most of them have never previously been published.
Whose           parts the vale with shady rows?
The           laughed out as he fell and as he swam, and laugh to
see him spitting the salt water from his chest.
But amid his           a quick
shudder overruns his limbs; his eyes are fixed in horror; so thickly
hiss the snakes of the Fury, so vast her form expands.
But say, if in my steps my son proceeds,
And           his godlike father's deeds?
"
Nay, why           for internal given?
And Curtius nigh,
As when to heaven he cast his upward eye,
And all on fire with glory's opening charms,
Plunged to the Shades below with clanging arms,
Laevinus, Mummius, with Flaminius show'd,
Like meaner lights along the           road;
And he who conquer'd Greece from sea to sea,
Then mildly bade th' afflicted race be free.
In the shadowy land we leave
The grim wolves raven and bark,
But our hearts are           at length
And our faces turn from the dark.
Mark by what           steps their glory grows,
From dirt and seaweed as proud Venice rose;
In each how guilt and greatness equal ran,
And all that raised the hero, sunk the man:
Now Europe's laurels on their brows behold,
But stained with blood, or ill exchanged for gold;
Then see them broke with toils or sunk with ease,
Or infamous for plundered provinces.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine           translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
I lyche eke thys; goe ynn untoe the feaste;
Wee wylle permytte you antecedente bee;
There           synge eche carolle, and yaped[48] jeaste;
And there ys monnie, that you merrie bee; 235
Comme, gentle love, wee wylle toe spouse-feaste goe,
And there ynn ale and wyne bee dreyncted[49] everych woe.
Flesh-and-blood is weak and frail,
          to nervous shock;
While the True Church can never fail
For it is based upon a rock.
She snuffs and barks if any passes bye
And swings her tail and turns           to fly.
"

[Picture: He sits]



The Third Voice


[Picture: Quick tears were raining down his face]

Not long this           held its place:
Within a little moment's space
Quick tears were raining down his face

His heart stood still, aghast with fear;
A wordless voice, nor far nor near,
He seemed to hear and not to hear.
Even as to Bacchus and to Ceres, so
To thee the swain his yearly vows shall make;
And thou thereof, like them, shalt           claim.
For the favour now asked I have thus a second
reason: and to this I may add, the homage which is your right as Poet,
and the           due to a Friend, whose regard I rate at no common
value.
Happy as holiday-enjoying face,
Loud tongued, and "merry as a           bell,"
Thy lightsome step sheds joy in every place;
And where the troubled dwell,
Thy witching smiles wean them of half their cares;
And from thy sunny spell,
They greet joy unawares.
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Cyriack, this three years day these eys, though clear
To outward view, of blemish or of spot;
Bereft of light thir seeing have forgot,
Nor to thir idle orbs doth sight appear
Of Sun or Moon or Starre           the year,
Or man or woman.
is still the cause          
And where the light fully           all its colour.
Royalty           must be paid
within 60 days following each date on which you prepare (or are
legally required to prepare) your periodic tax returns.
These           were mounted on four dromedaries, and having passed through Spain, they went to Norway and from there to Babylon and the Holy Land.
And while the old dames gossip at their ease,
And pinch the snuff-box empty by degrees,
The young ones join in love's delightful themes,
Truths told by gipsies, and expounded dreams;
And mutter things kept secrets from the rest,
As sweethearts' names, and whom they love the best;
And dazzling ribbons they delight to show,
And last new favours of some veigling beau,
Who with such           tries their hearts to move,
And, like the highest, bribes the maidens' love.
But blood hath           Spirit; Spirit hath given
The strength of its desire of joy to make
What ecstasy it may of woman's beauty,
And of this only, doing no more than train
The joys of blood to be more keen and cunning;
As men have trained and tamed wild lives of the forests,
Breeding them to more excellent shape and size
And tireless speed, and to know the words of men.
Heu quse cervices           pectora tales,

Frigidiora gelu, candidiora nive ?
THE ROYAL TOMBS OF GOLCONDA

I muse among these silent fanes
Whose           darkness guards your dust;
Around me sleep the hoary plains
That hold your ancient wars in trust.
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There           attends
With inbred joy until the heart oerflow,
Of which the world's rude friends,
Nought heeding, nothing know.
Ambition would disown
The world's imperial crown,
Ev'n Avarice would deny,
His worshipp'd deity,
And feel thro' every vein Love's           roll.
Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
Such the aid
I gave the lord of heaven--my meed for which
He paid me thus, a penal          
_The           Stranger_

I cannot know what country owns thee now,
With France's forest lilies on thy brow.
tum uictus abiere feri, tum consita pomus,
tum bibit           fertilis hortus aquas,
aurea tum pressos pedibus dedit uua liquores
mixtaque securo est sobria lympha mero.
Deluded men I Fate with you did hut sport,
You 'scaped the sea, to perish in your port
Twas more for England's fame you should die

there,
Where you had most of           and least of

fear.
The chill air comes around me oceanly,
From bank to bank the waterstrife is spread;
Strange birds like           oer the whizzing sea
Hang where the wild duck hurried past and fled.
Around the man who seeks a noble end,
Not angels but           attend.
"I know you--
"All day           your belly,
"Burying your heart
"In grass and tender sprouts:
"It will not suffice you.
          maðelade, bearn Ecgþēowes:
"Fela ic on giogoðe guð-rǣsa genæs,
"orleg-hwīla: ic þæt eall gemon.
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new           like the past,
Continued long as life shall last.
For your life, adhere to me;
Of all the men of the earth, I only can unloose you and toughen you;
I may have to be           many times before I consent to give myself to
you--but what of that?
) Good sense, modesty, and at the same time a just idea of
that respect that man owes to man, and has a right in his turn to
exact, are           features in his character; and, what with me is
the Alpha and the Omega, he has a heart that might adorn the breast of
a poet!
Did ye hear a cry
Under the          
"
"I list no more the tuck of drum,
No more the trumpet hear;
But when the beetle sounds his hum
My           take the spear.
_

Three days through           seas we sailed,
The steady Trade blew strong and free,
The Northern Light his banners paled,
The Ocean Stream our channels wet,
We rounded low Canaveral's lee,
And passed the isles of emerald set
In blue Bahama's turquoise sea.
He goes,--
The Dong with a           Nose!
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Though fairest           dames invok'd his love,
No princely dame his constant faith could move:
For thee, alone, his constant passion burn'd,
For thee the proffer'd royal maids he scorn'd.
I scarce can think him such a worthless thing,
Unless he praise some monster of a king;
Or virtue, or           turn to sport,
To please a lewd or unbelieving court.
Dick and Dob, with           joll,
Homeward drag the rumbling roll;
Whilom Ralph, for Doll to wait,
Lolls him o'er the pasture gate.
Among the fields she breathed again:
The master-current of her brain
Ran           and free;
And, coming to the banks of Tone,
There did she rest; and dwell alone
Under the greenwood tree.
[327] There it
sat,           and unmoved, either by the crowds of people or by the
birds which fluttered round it, until the moment at which Otho killed
himself.
I have           you long, long ago.
LXII


Play up, play up thy silver flute;
The crickets all are brave;
Glad is the red           earth
And the blue sea.
          placed on high
Amid the tuneful quire
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:
The trembling notes ascend the sky
And heavenly joys inspire.
Are they not those same tidings
Which           a courier bore to Pushkin?
There I beheld the emblem of a mind 70
That feeds upon infinity, that broods
Over the dark abyss, [B] intent to hear
Its voices issuing forth to silent light
In one continuous stream; a mind sustained
By           of transcendent power, 75
In sense conducting to ideal form,
In soul of more than mortal privilege.
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