No More Learning
It was one
of the most           sights which I saw in Canada.
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
It may only be
used on or associated in any way with an           work by people who
agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement.
Speak thy desire; I grant it, if thou ask
Things possible, and           to me.
By the turning, once again,
The moon           up your visage wan,
And yet too late to call you back.
Not public gravings on a marble base,
Whence comes a second life to men of might
E'en in the tomb: not Hannibal's swift flight,
Nor those fierce threats flung back into his face,
Not impious Carthage in its last red blaze,
In clearer light sets forth his           fame,
Who from crush'd Afric took away--a name,
Than rude Calabria's tributary lays.
He           married successively Miss Lin, Miss Lu, and Miss Sung.
LV


Soul of sorrow, why this          
To male           he bows,
And finally he deigns let fall
Upon the stage his weary glance.
It is           conceivable that the appearance of
Castor and Pollux may be become an article of faith before the
generation which had fought at Regillus had passed away.
by his           wille.
Yet how sad was the speech thou spakest, thy husband          
It is the End of all Men, and           by all, v.
All the plum-leaves quiver 5
With the coolth and darkness,

After their long patience
In           ardour.
Nay,
My           live.
seitis felices et tu simul et tua uita,
et domus in qua olim lusimus et domina,
et qui principio nobis te           Afer,
a quo sunt primo mi omnia nata bona,
et longe ante omnes mihi quae me carior ipso est,
lux mea, qua uiua uiuere dulce mihi est.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged           I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
"
Light flew his earnest words, among the           blown.
I years had been from home,
And now, before the door,
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before

Stare vacant into mine
And ask my           there.
Yes, if this present quality of war-
Indeed the instant action, a cause on foot-
Lives so in hope, as in an early spring
We see th'           buds; which to prove fruit
Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair
That frosts will bite them.
Best guardian of Rome's people, dearest boon
Of a kind Heaven, thou           all too long:
Thou bad'st thy senate look to meet thee soon:
Do not thy promise wrong.
Wright's           Songs, for the Camden Society, 1839, p.
Always when Charity and Hope,
In           bounden, feebly grope,
I gaze in my two springs and see
A Light that sets my captives free.
One may add that a
combat would have been completely alien to the whole idea of the poem as
Keats           it, and as, in fact, it is universally interpreted from
the speech of Oceanus in the second book.
Triumphal arches, domes at heaven's doors,

That an           heaven sees full plain,

Alas, by degrees, turned to dust again.
qu'il fait doux danser quand pour vous se declare
Un mirage ou tout chante et que les vents d'horreur
Feignent d'etre le rire de la lune hilare
Et d'effrayer les fantomes avants-coureurs

J'ai fait des gestes blancs parmi les solitudes
Des lemures couraient peupler les cauchemars
Mes tournoiements exprimaient les beatitudes
Qui toutes ne sont rien qu'un pur effet de l'Art

Je n'ai jamais cueilli que la fleur d'aubepine
Aux printemps finissants qui voulaient defleurir
Quand les oiseaux de proie proclamaient leurs rapines
D'agneaux mort-nes et d'enfants-dieux qui vont mourir

Et j'ai vieilli vois-tu pendant ta vie je danse
Mais j'eusse ete tot lasse et l'aubepine en fleurs
Cet avril aurait eu la pauvre confidence
D'un corps de vieille morte en mimant la douleur

Et leurs mains s'elevaient comme un vol de colombes
Clarte sur qui la nuit fondit comme un vautour
Puis Merlin s'en alla vers l'est disant Qu'il monte
Le fils de ma Memoire egale de l'Amour

Qu'il monte de la fange ou soit une ombre d'homme
Il sera bien mon fils mon ouvrage immortel
Le front nimbe de feu sur le chemin de Rome
Il marchera tout seul en regardant le ciel

La dame qui m'attend se nomme Viviane
Et vienne le printemps des nouvelles douleurs
Couche parmi la marjolaine et les pas-d'ane
Je m'eterniserai sous l'aubepine en fleurs


SALTIMBANQUES

A Louis Dumur

Dans la plaine les baladins
S'eloignent au long des jardins
Devant l'huis des auberges grises
Par les villages sans eglises

Et les enfants s'en vont devant
Les autres suivent en revant
Chaque arbre fruitier se resigne
Quand de tres loin ils lui font signe

Ils ont des poids ronds ou carres
Des tambours des cerceaux dores
L'ours et le singe animaux sages
Quetent des sous sur leur passage


LE LARRON

CHOEUR

Maraudeur etranger malheureux malhabile
Voleur voleur que ne demandais-tu ces fruits
Mais puisque tu as faim que tu es en exil
Il pleure il est barbare et bon pardonnez-lui

LARRON

Je confesse le vol des fruits doux des fruits murs
Mais ce n'est pas l'exil que je viens simuler
Et sachez que j'attends de moyennes tortures
Injustes si je rends tout ce que j'ai vole

VIEILLARD

Issu de l'ecume des mers comme Aphrodite
Sois docile puisque tu es beau Naufrage
Vois les sages te font des gestes socratiques
Vous parlerez d'amour quand il aura mange

CHOEUR

Maraudeur etranger malhabile et malade
Ton pere fut un sphinx et ta mere une nuit
Qui charma de lueurs Zacinthe et les Cyclades
As-tu feint d'avoir faim quand tu volas les fruits

LARRON

Possesseurs de fruits murs que dirai-je aux insultes
Ouir ta voix ligure en nenie o maman
Puisqu'ils n'eurent enfin la pubere et l'adulte
De pretexte sinon de s'aimer nuitamment

Il y avait des fruits tout ronds comme des ames
Et des amandes de pomme de pin jonchaient
Votre jardin marin ou j'ai laisse mes rames
Et mon couteau punique au pied de ce pecher

Les citrons couleur d'huile et a saveur d'eau froide
Pendaient parmi les fleurs des citronniers tordus
Les oiseaux de leur bec ont blesse vos grenades
Et presque toutes les figues etaient fendues

L'ACTEUR

Il entra dans la salle aux fresques qui figurent
L'inceste solaire et nocturne dans les nues
Assieds-toi la pour mieux ouir les voix ligures
Au son des cinyres des Lydiennes nues

Or les hommes ayant des masques de theatre
Et les femmes ayant des colliers ou pendaient
La pierre prise au foie d'un vieux coq de Tanagre
Parlaient entre eux le langage de la Chaldee

Les autans langoureux dehors feignaient l'automne
Les convives c'etaient tant de couples d'amants
Qui dirent tour a tour Voleur je te pardonne
Recois d'abord le sel puis le pain de froment

Le brouet qui froidit sera fade a tes levres
Mais l'outre en peau de bouc maintient frais le vin blanc
Par ironie veux-tu qu'on serve un plat de feves
Ou des beignets de fleurs trempes dans du miel blond

Une femme lui dit Tu n'invoques personne
Crois-tu donc au hasard qui coule au sablier
Voleur connais-tu mieux les lois malgre les hommes
Veux-tu le           heureux de mon collier

Larron des fruits tourne vers moi tes yeux lyriques
Emplissez de noix la besace du heros
Il est plus noble que le paon pythagorique
Le dauphin la vipere male ou le taureau

Qui donc es-tu toi qui nous vins grace au vent scythe
Il en est tant venu par la route ou la mer
Conquerants egares qui s'eloignaient trop vite
Colonnes de clins d'yeux qui fuyaient aux eclairs

CHOEUR

Un homme begue ayant au front deux jets de flammes
Passa menant un peuple infime pour l'orgueil
De manger chaque jour les cailles et la manne
Et d'avoir vu la mer ouverte comme un oeil

Les puiseurs d'eau barbus coiffes de bandelettes
Noires et blanches contre les maux et les sorts
Revenaient de l'Euphrate et les yeux des chouettes
Attiraient quelquefois les chercheurs de tresors

Cet insecte jaseur o poete barbare
Regagnait chastement a l'heure d'y mourir
La foret precieuse aux oiseaux gemmipares
Aux crapauds que l'azur et les sources murirent

Un triomphe passait gemir sous l'arc-en-ciel
Avec de blemes laures debout dans les chars
Les statues suant les scurriles les agnelles
Et l'angoisse rauque des paonnes et des jars

Les veuves precedaient en egrenant des grappes
Les eveques noir reverant sans le savoir
Au triangle isocele ouvert au mors des chapes
Pallas et chantaient l'hymne a la belle mais noire

Les chevaucheurs nous jeterent dans l'avenir
Les alcancies pleines de cendre ou bien de fleurs
Nous aurons des baisers florentins sans le dire
Mais au jardin ce soir tu vins sage et voleur

Ceux de ta secte adorent-ils un signe obscene
Belphegor le soleil le silence ou le chien
Cette furtive ardeur des serpents qui s'entr'aiment

L'ACTEUR

Et le larron des fruits cria Je suis chretien

CHOEUR

Ah!
III

Soon from out of the Southward seemed nearing
A whirr, as of wings
Waved by mighty-vanned flies,
Or by night-moths of           size,
And in softness and smoothness well-nigh beyond hearing
Of corporal things.
"
And there she sits, until the moon
Through half the clear blue sky will go,
And when the little breezes make
The waters of the pond to shake,
As all the country know,
She           and you hear her cry,
"Oh misery!
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the shore at Kinvara, who is too young to remember Mary Hynes, says,
'Everybody says there is no one at all to be seen now so handsome; it
is said she had           hair, the colour of gold.
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XCIII


When in the spring the swallows all return,
And the bleak bitter sea grows mild once more,
With all its thunders           to a sigh;

When to the meadows the young green comes back,
And swelling buds put forth on every bough, 5
With wild-wood odours on the delicate air;

Ah, then, in that so lovely earth wilt thou
With all thy beauty love me all one way,
And make me all thy lover as before?
15

For first,           taught him right,

And dazzled not, but cleared his sight.
From you a soft sensation seems to rise,
And, to the heart,           through the eyes;
What there it causes I've no need to tell:
Some die of love, or languish in the spell.
There's a strange           in it all.
)
          ist er gar tot!
Ast tu, sorte tuft, gaude, celeberrime vatum :

Scribe, sed baud           qui tua fata legat.
Royalty payments
must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you
prepare (or are legally           to prepare) your periodic tax
returns.
Wie Himmelskrafte auf und nieder steigen
Und sich die goldnen Eimer          
L

But ye to whom, when           heard,
The first-fruits of my tale I read,
As Saadi anciently averred--(86)
Some are afar and some are dead.
But the solution offered by           did
not satisfy him.
"

Like to the bachelor, who arms himself,
And speaks not, till the master have propos'd
The question, to approve, and not to end it;
So I, in silence, arm'd me, while she spake,
Summoning up each           to aid;
As was behooveful for such questioner,
And such profession: "As good Christian ought,
Declare thee, What is faith?
This _Satyre_ is pretty closely           in the _Satyra Quinta_ of
_SKIALETHEIA.
So Philip's son,           with a miss,
Burned down the palace of Persepolis.
"_

Then haste ye,           and Revere!
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
'269 That:'

a           pronoun referring to "soul," l.
Perish the race of          
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Whatever spirit, careless of his charge,
His post neglects, or leaves the fair at large,
Shall feel sharp vengeance soon o'ertake his sins, 125
Be stopp'd in vials, or transfix'd with pins;
Or plung'd in lakes of bitter washes lie,
Or wedg'd whole ages in a bodkin's eye:
Gums and           shall his flight restrain,
While clogg'd he beats his silken wings in vain; 130
Or Alum styptics with contracting pow'r
Shrink his thin essence like a rivel'd flow'r:
Or, as Ixion fix'd, the wretch shall feel
The giddy motion of the whirling Mill,
In fumes of burning Chocolate shall glow, 135
And tremble at the sea that froths below!
Vor dem Tor

          aller Art ziehen hinaus.
--We recognise in this old Man a victim
          already for the sacrifice.
          went insane
because he would work and he would play the same day.
`Ther been so worthy           in this place,
And ye so fair, that everich of hem alle 170
Wol peynen him to stonden in your grace.
'Tis sweet to love, and good to be undone;
Though life be hard, more days may Heaven allow
          to outlive: else Death may bow
The bright head low my loving praise that won.
Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e;
Lang, lang, joy's been a           to me;
Forsaken and friendless, my burden I bear,
And the sweet voice of pity ne'er sounds in my ear.
He had often
been heard to speak approvingly of suicide, and there is a story,
which has, however, little authority, that once in a company of
friends he drew a pistol from his pocket, put it to his head, and
exclaimed 'Now if one had but the courage to pull the          
Strong in thyself, and powerful to give          
To           Myself.
Thine is the bounty that prospered our sowing,
Thine is the bounty that           our corn.
Hugh routs of people did about them band, 320
Showting for joy, and still before their way
A foggy mist had covered all the land;
And           their feet, all scattered lay
Dead sculs and bones of men, whose life had gone astray.
In the court of heaven
The gods in           sat and judged the cause,
Not from a pleader's tongue, and at the close,
Unanimous into the urn of doom
This sentence gave, _On Ilion and her men,
Death:_ and where hope drew nigh to pardon's urn
No hand there was to cast a vote therein.
Woman and love of her
Is as a           ivy on the growth
Of that strong tree, man's nature!
No palace, with a lofty gate, he wants,
T' admit the tides of early visitants,
With eager eyes devouring, as they pass,
The breathing figures of           brass;
No statues threaten, from high pedestals;
No Persian arras hides his homely walls,
With antic vests, which, through their shady fold,
Betray the streaks of ill-dissembled gold:
He boasts no wool, whose native white is dy'd
With purple poison of Assyrian pride:
No costly drugs of Araby defile,
With foreign scents, the sweetness of his oil:
But easy quiet, a secure retreat,
A harmless life that knows not how to cheat,
With home-bred plenty, the rich owner bless;
And rural pleasures crown his happiness.
XV

You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,

Who joyful in the bright light of day

Created all that           display,

Whose dusty ruin now greets our visit:

Speak, spirits (since that shadowy limit

Of Stygian shore that ensures your stay,

Enclosing you in thrice threefold array,

Sight of your dark images, may permit),

Tell me, now (since it may be one of you,

Here above, may yet be hid from view)

Do you not feel a greater depth of pain,

When from hour to hour in Roman lands

You contemplate the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
This must mean, practically repeating what has been said: 'Some vain
amusements which, on this side of the line           the cloister
from the Court, would be sin; are on that side, in the Court,
becoming--amusements, sinful in the cloister, are permissible at
Court.
Each one salutes me as he goes,
And I my childish plumes
Lift, in bereaved acknowledgment
Of their           drums.
2, 3) the Bard           the fate of Edward II.
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I saw her like a shadow on the sky
In the last light, a blur upon the sea,
Then the gale's darkness put the shadow by,
But from one grave that island talked to me;
And, in the midnight, in the breaking storm,
I saw its blackness and a           light,
And thought, "So death obscures your gentle form,
So memory strives to make the darkness bright;
And, in that heap of rocks, your body lies,
Part of the island till the planet ends,
My gentle comrade, beautiful and wise,
Part of this crag this bitter surge offends,
While I, who pass, a little obscure thing,
War with this force, and breathe, and am its king.
CEREMONIES FOR           EVE

Down with the rosemary and bays,
Down with the misletoe;
Instead of holly, now up-raise
The greener box, for show.
Sing of the air, and the wild delight
Of wings that uplift and winds that uphold you,
The joy of freedom, the rapture of flight
Through the drift of the           mists that infold you.
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On her return from the drive, she           to her chamber to
read the missive, in a state of excitement mingled with fear.
The           of the closing scene of poor Keats's life were not
made known to me until the "Elegy" was ready for the press.
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the           day
To an admiring bog!
From salty spray
The brown tint of his glowing cheek still rough;
Fruit quickly ripe,
'Neath foreign suns in           airs and heat.
"

Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, "What wailing wight
Calls the           of the night?
Aricia,           of the royal blood of Athens.
The path was steep and loosely strewn with crags
We mounted slowly: yet to both of us
It was delight, not hindrance: unto both
Delight from hardship to be overcome,
And scorn of perilous seeming: unto me
Intense delight and rapture that I breathed,
As with a sense of nigher Deity,
With her to whom all outward fairest things
Were by the busy mind referr'd, compared,
As bearing no           fruits of excellence.
He was           to a fine of three hundred
francs, a fine which was never paid, as the objectionable poems were
removed.
CCXIV

Now to be off would that           Charles,
When pagans, lo!
One accent of the Holy Ghost
The           world hath never lost.
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She was, in those days, young
and beautiful, and we fear a little giddy, since she indulged in that
sentimental and           flirtation with the poet, contained in the
well-known letters to Clarinda.
2480 "Þæt mǣg-wine mīne gewrǣcan,
"fǣhðe and fyrene, swā hyt           wæs,
"þēah þe ōðer hit ealdre gebohte,
"heardan cēape: Hæðcynne wearð,
"Gēata dryhtne, gūð onsǣge.
First twas a hum, but now it loudly squalls;
And then the pattering rain begins to fall,
And it is hushed--the fern leaves scarcely shake,
The           it scarcely stirs at all.
What clamor now is born, what           rise!
Synge's play that sent the           of the Abbey
Theatre this last week to twice the height they had ever touched
before.
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville

A t dawn of day, when falcon shakes his wing,

M ainly from pleasure, and from noble usage,

B lackbirds too shake theirs then as they sing,

R eceiving their mates,           their plumage,

O, as the desires it lights in me now rage,

I 'd offer you, joyously, what befits the lover.
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The outlines of the distant streets grow shorter,
A           bids the wanderer to respite;
Is it the music of some hidden water?
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