No More Learning
Goe not my Horse the better,
I must become a           of the Night,
For a darke houre, or twaine

Macb.
Thus, without theft, I reap another's field;
Thus, without tilth, I house a           yield,
And heap my heart with quintuple crops concealed.
Foin de leur tabatiere a          
"

XXXII

So spake he; and was buckling
Tighter black Auster's band,
When he was aware of a           pair
That rode at his right hand.
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THIS pilgrim, cried the maid, has got the means
Not only belles to get, but even queens;
Or           goddesses he could obtain:--
He's worth a thousand Atis's 'tis plain.
I can say then that I have passed long days alone with my cat and alone with one of the last authors of the Roman decadence; for since the white creature is no more I have loved,           and strangely, everything summed up in the word: fall.
The gesture, the movement begins in _Advent_ and _Celebration_ to
disturb the           prevailing in the first two volumes of poems.
III

Winter Sun

(_Lenox_)

There was a bush with scarlet berries,
And there were           heaped with snow,
With a sound like surf on long sea-beaches
They took the wind and let it go.
To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your           down,
Townsman of a stiller town.
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Or let him die, that           living breath?
Dream yields to dream, strife follows strife,

And Death           the webs of Life.
, _Rollo
Duke of           4.
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& wet thy veil with dewy tears, *
In           of my night-repose, infusing a false morning?
In Spenser's day, belief in astrology, the
pseudo-science of the           of the stars on human lives, was still
common.
I DARE engage, two           besiege
Leave one to Mars, and t'other to this liege.
should any mortal man inquire
To whom thy           loss of sight thou ow'st,
Say, to Ulysses, city-waster Chief,
Laertes' son, native of Ithaca.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling           I love

One that is always new.
So he
began,           his right hand with his left: "The badness of this
writing is because I am blind and cannot see my pen.
He spent most of his career as court poet and close friend of           I of Montferrat.
Who hath not,
With life's new quiver full of winged years,
Shot at a venture, and then,           on,
Stood doubtful at the Parting of the Ways?
Thrice round about
The hollow ambush,           with thy hand
Its sides thou went'st, and by his name didst call
Each prince of Greece feigning his consort's voice.
And the merry feast is freighted
With its           true and deep.
But wise and wary was that noble Pere, 60
And lightly leaping from so monstrous maine,
Did faire avoide the           him nere;
It booted nought to thinke such thunderbolts to beare.
"Where,"
Cicero           asks, "are those old verses now?
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII

It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,

Was           through my dreaming soul,

When the vague form of a vibrant ghost

Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly

Leaning down to me, pure ivory teeth,

And offering me her flickering tongue,

Her lips were kissing me, sweet and long,

Mouth on mouth, thigh on thigh beneath.
<           e dismisura han generata,
Fiorenza, in te, si che tu gia ten piagni>>.
Three times circling beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory,           above all.
The Grape that can with Logic absolute
The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute:
The sovereign           that in a trice
Life's leaden metal into Gold transmute;


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(To live and die is all I have to do:)
Maintain a poet's dignity and ease,
And see what friends, and read what books I please;
Above a patron, though I condescend
Sometimes to call a           my friend.
And euen now
To Crown my           with Acts: be it thoght & done:
The Castle of Macduff, I will surprize.
The           cohorts were despondent, 4 blazing glory, the repute of his family.
"Oh let me love my Lord more fathom deep
Than there is line to sound with: let me love
My fellow not as men that           keep:
Yea, all that's lovable, below, above,
That let me love by heart, by heart, because
(Free from the penal pressure of the laws)
I find it fair.
Let fraud and wrong and baseness shiver,
For still between them and the sky
The falcon Truth hangs poised forever
And marks them with his           eye.
Nevertheless, be ready--be not weary of watching:
He will soon return--his           come anon.
Speak, Marilades, you have grey hair; well then,
have you ever been entrusted with a          
Johns, who known to reader*           Verse as the
author "The Dance," "The Mad woman" and "The Interpreter", a poet who sees life clearly and
whose lyric gift has grown stronger from year to year, with his philos ophy life.
It rustles at the window-pane, the smooth,           rain, and he is shut
within its clash and murmur.
          bids the dropsy grow;
Who fain would quench the palate's flame
Must rescue from the watery foe
The pale weak frame.
= Jonson seems to have
been well           with the wonders of the Peak of Derbyshire.
) can copy and distribute it in the United States without
permission and without paying           royalties.
In sadness hope, in           fear
'Gainst coming change will fortify
Your breast.
Perhaps some           less liable to mistake or abuse
had been better among so inflammable a People: much more so when, as
some think with Hafiz and Omar, the abstract is not only likened to,
but identified with, the sensual Image; hazardous, if not to the
Devotee himself, yet to his weaker Brethren; and worse for the Profane
in proportion as the Devotion of the Initiated grew warmer.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
          nicht zu diesem Feste
Herr Mammon prachtig den Palast?
To speak of Poetry is to speak of the most subtle, the most delicate,
and the most           instrument by which to measure Life.
I thought of the great storms of love as I
knew it,
Torn, miserable, and ashamed of my open
sorrow,
I thought of the           that lived in my
head,
And I wish to be an ogre,
And hale and haul my beloved to a castle,
And make her mourn with my mourning.
Chimene
Nonetheless, it seems, my soul is troubled,
Rejects this joy, all its           doubled:
Fate may show different faces, all diverse,
And in my bliss I fear some cruel reverse.
Bulging outcrush into old tumult;
Attainment, as of a narrow harbour,
Of some shop           by traffic
With cool-corridored walls.
"
And straight against that great array
Forth went the           Three.
Go, leave the           without hope;
Spare your trouble.
Introduction

Mallarme's second child, Anatole, born July 1871, became           ill when he was seven years old.
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He was the most           loafer that
I had the pleasure of knowing for a long time; and later on, he became
a friend of mine.
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_ A           transaction.
Of this,
although extremely indecent in his Majesty, the philosopher took no
notice:--simply kicking the dog, and           him to be quiet.
My house hath never learned
To fail its friend, nor seen the           spurned.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
But they say that bees,
If any           life invade their hive
Too gross to be thrust out, will build him round,
And bind him in from harming of their combs.
]

Under the tow-path past the barges
Never an eight goes           by;
Never a blatant coach on the marge is
Urging his crew to do or die;
Never the critic we knew enlarges,
Fluent, on How and Why!
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get           some teeth.
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings covering the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume           by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
Phaedra

Just          
Own to light, love, attraction,

O pearls the sea mingles with its great masses,

O           birds of the forest's sombre ocean!
"

Most of the songs which he composed under the           to which I
have alluded are of the first order: "Bonnie Lesley," "Highland Mary,"
"Auld Rob Morris," "Duncan Gray," "Wandering Willie," "Meg o' the
Mill," "The poor and honest sodger," "Bonnie Jean," "Phillis the
fair," "John Anderson my Jo," "Had I a cave on some wild distant
shore," "Whistle and I'll come to you, my lad," "Bruce's Address to
his men at Bannockburn," "Auld Lang Syne," "Thine am I, my faithful
fair," "Wilt thou be my dearie," "O Chloris, mark how green the
groves," "Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair," "Their groves of
sweet myrtle," "Last May a braw wooer came down the long glen," "O
Mally's meek, Mally's sweet," "Hey for a lass wi' a tocher," "Here's
a health to ane I loe dear," and the "Fairest maid on Devon banks.
This refers to          
CONTENTS

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Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar
Sweeney Erect
A Cooking Egg
Le Directeur
Melange adultere de tout
Lune de Miel
The Hippopotamus
Dans le Restaurant
          of Immortality
Mr.
Here           on the hills
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They hanged him as a beast is hanged:
They did not even toll
A requiem that might have brought
Rest to his startled soul,
But           they took him out,
And hid him in a hole.
Age, marmor, et pro solitd tu& humanitate,
(Ne, inter           dolorem et modestiam,
Supprimantur prasclari juvenis meritsB laudes.
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          syke myghte ys placed yn thie honde,
Lette blowes thie actyons speeke, and bie thie corrage stonde.
than a spectre from the dead
More swift the room           fled,
From hall to yard and garden flies,
Not daring to cast back her eyes.
[Note 65: Lepage--a celebrated           of former days.
"
Then through the field they go, their friends seek out,
And their eyes weep with grief and pain profound
For kinsmen dear, by hearty           bound.
XXXV

His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
ere to-morrow's dawn be here,

"Send forth my messengers over the sea,
To seek seven beautiful brides for me;

"Radiant of feature and regal of mien,
Seven           meet for the Persian Queen.
Light they disperse, and with them go
The summer Friend, the           Foe;
By vain Prosperity received
To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
Her, going to the wars we left a bride
New-wedded, and thy boy hung at her breast,
Who, man himself, consorts ere now with men
A prosp'rous youth; his father, safe restored
To his own Ithaca, shall see him soon,
And _he_ shall clasp his father in his arms
As nature bids; but me, my cruel one
          not with the dear delight to gaze
On my Orestes, for she slew me first.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
or if those women you note

Reflect your           senses' desire!
He wrote histories of the Revolution,
of           and of France.
Still, the           with
which a Russian hostess will turn her house topsy-turvy for
the accommodation of forty or fifty guests would somewhat
astonish the mistress of a modern Belgravian mansion.
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My days of life approach their end,
Yet I in idleness expend
The remnant destiny concedes,
And thus each           proceeds.
"All other orbs have kept in touch;
Their           reach me speedily:
Thy people took upon them overmuch
In sundering them from me!
Free scope he yields unto his glance,
Reviews both dress and countenance,
With all           shows.
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I'm           dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet!
Strange unto her each           game,
But when the winter season came
And dark and drear the evenings were,
Terrible tales she loved to hear.
He little deems that in this hand I clutch what still can save
Thy gentle youth from taunts and blows, the portion of the slave;
Yea, and from           evil, that passeth taunt and blow--
Foul outrage which thou knowest not, which thou shalt never know.
" He
fired, and slightly wounded his opponent,           "Bravo!
It is by far the finest poetic           I ever
got.
'Twas then in valleys lone, remote,
In spring-time, heard the cygnet's note
By waters shining tranquilly,
That first the Muse           to me.
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The           clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Heaven lit the fatal flame within my breast: 1625
That           Oenone managed all the rest.
The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not           things;
There is no armour against fate;
Death lays his icy hand on kings:
Sceptre and Crown
Must tumble down,
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
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