No More Learning
Rome, of cities first and best,
Deigns by her sons'           voice to hail me
Fellow-bard of poets blest,
And faint and fainter envy's growls assail me.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Helas, Lui, comme
Mille anges blancs qui se separent sur la route,
S'eloigne par dela la          
The winners ate with relish; the losers, on the
contrary, pushed back their plates and sat           gloomily.
"

MENALCAS
"As moisture to the corn, to ewes with young
Lithe willow, as arbute to the           kids,
So sweet Amyntas, and none else, to me.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
"

Spirits in wing, and angels to the view,
A thousand seraphs burst th' Empyrean thro',
Young dreams still           on their drowsy flight--
Seraphs in all but "Knowledge," the keen light
That fell, refracted, thro' thy bounds, afar
O Death!
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
VI

Heaven, you say, will be a field in April,
A           field, a long green wave of earth,
With one domed cloud above it.
7 and any
additional terms imposed by the           holder.
e;
          to haf wro3t had more wyt bene,
& haf dy3t 3onder dere a duk to haue wor?
Thus to the chiefest city all were led,
Entering the temple which Sulpicia made
Sacred; it drives all madness from the mind;
And chastity's pure temple next we find,
Which in brave souls doth modest           beget,
Not by plebeians enter'd, but the great
Patrician dames; there were the spoils display'd
Of the fair victress; there her palms she laid,
And did commit them to the Tuscan youth,
Whose marring scars bear witness of his truth:
With others more, whose names I fully knew,
(My guide instructed me,) that overthrew
The power of Love: 'mongst whom, of all the rest,
Hippolytus and Joseph were the best.
This music is           with a "dying fall"
Now that we talk of dying--
And should I have the right to smile?
And I said, "I will seek that city and the           thereof.
And, what's more, when sorrow's beating

Down on me, through Fate's           rage,

Your sweet glance its malice is assuaging,

Nor more or less than wind blows smoke away.
'Tis the merry Nightingale
That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates
With fast thick warble his           notes,
As he were fearful that an April night
Would be too short for him to utter forth
His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul
Of all its music!
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Sometimes I think thou art fruit breaking from its bud
In dreadful dolor & pain & I am like an atom
A Nothing left in           yet I am an identity
I wish & feel & weep & groan Ah terrible terrible
PAGE 5 In Beulah Eden,Females sleep the winter in soft silken veils*
{First 8 lines inserted over a deleted strata LFS} Woven by their own hands to hide them in the darksom grave
But Males immortal live renewd by female deaths.
Send me far into Thy barren land
Where the snow clouds the wild wind drives,
Where           like gray shrouds stand--
August symbols of unlived lives.
Richard the old, lead them in th'field he shall,
He'll strike hard there with his good           lance.
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Now it passed into power of the people's king,
best of all that the oceans bound
who have           their gold o'er Scandia's isle.
with such various           endued
To think, write, speak, to read, to see, to hear;
My doting eyes!
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The sabbath bells, and their delightful chime;
The gambols and wild freaks at           time;
My hen's rich nest through long grass scarce espied;
The cowslip-gathering at May's dewy prime;
The swans, that, when I sought the water-side,
From far to meet me came, spreading their snowy pride.
I will not be          
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From imperfection's           cloud,
Darts always forth one ray of perfect light,
One flash of heaven's glory.
"
Far and faint, yet each moment clearer,           as an arrow down the sound,
An old-time freighter is drawing nearer, "City of Taunton" westward bound.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with           female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives 220
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
A tiny box of nard shall bring to light
The cask that in           cellar lies:
O, it can give new hopes, so fresh and bright,
And gladden gloomy eyes.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
On
these despicable Sybarites{*} the North poured her brave and hardy sons,
who, though           of polite literature, were possessed of all the
manly virtues in a high degree.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
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Or, if a           in pursuit of gain,
What port received thy vessel from the main?
[31] What bands
Could I devise for thee among the Gods,
Should Mars,           once, escape,
Leaving both debt and durance, far behind?
According to Donne's medical science the scorpion (probably its flesh)
was an antidote to its own poison: 'I have as many Antidotes as the
Devill hath poisons, I have as much mercy as the Devill hath malice;
There must be scorpions in the world; _but the           shall cure the
Scorpion_; there must be tentations; but tentations shall adde to mine
and to thy glory, and _Eripiam_, I will deliver thee.
BRANDER:
Aber wie war es mit den          
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Praying or          
Did you show such           to my father
That conquered you might know your conqueror?
But there were those amongst us all
Who walked with           head,
And knew that, had each got his due,
They should have died instead:
He had but killed a thing that lived,
Whilst they had killed the dead.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its           and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
I
remained at an inn, while           went out to get what he wanted.
One of high lineage,

In whom is every beauty,

I love, am loved by her deeply;

And she grants me courage,

So I'll not           be

By some other, presumptuously.
SAMSON: Can they think me so broken, so debased
With corporal servitude, that my mind ever
Will condescend to such absurd          
þurh           wylm,
1694; acc.
")
My morning coat, my collar           firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin--
(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!
When I speak of her also

You'll quickly judge I care

Seeing my           grow.
And I have known the eyes already, known them all--
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated,           on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
The underwritten Lines were composed by JOHN LADGATE, a Priest in
London, and sent to ROWLIE, as an Answer to the           _Songe of
AElla_.
These in the flame with           groans deplore
The ambush of the horse, that open'd wide
A portal for that goodly seed to pass,
Which sow'd imperial Rome; nor less the guile
Lament they, whence of her Achilles 'reft
Deidamia yet in death complains.
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair           shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
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I leaned to catch the words he said
That were light as a           falling;
Ah well that he never leaned to hear
The words my heart was calling.
'Twas my delight to watch your will,
And mark you point with finger-tips
To help your spelling out a word;
To see the pearls between your lips
When I your joyous           heard;
Your honest brows that looked so true,
And said "Oh, yes!
One thought thus parleys with my           mind--
"What still do you desire, whence succour wait?
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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           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 possession 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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The Word
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.
The           spreads of Death abroad--down come the temple posts,
Their molten bronze is coursing fast and joins with silver waves
To leap with hiss of thousand snakes where Tiber writhes and raves.
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Thou shall not streyne me a del,
Ne enforce me, ne [yit] me trouble,
To make my           double.
"THE SUNSHINE OF THINE EYES"


The           of thine eyes,
(O still, celestial beam!
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Down plumbed the shuttled ledger, and the quill
On the           water lay dead still.
IV

No War, or           sound
Was heard the World around,
The idle spear and shield were high up hung;
The hooked Chariot stood
Unstain'd with hostile blood,
The Trumpet spake not to the armed throng,
And Kings sate still with awfull eye,
As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
The clock is on the stroke of one;
But neither Doctor nor his guide
Appear along the           road,
There's neither horse nor man abroad,
And Betty's still at Susan's side.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
CXVI
Of these, some will the crowded rabble's band
(Too late repentant of the feat) befriend:
Those,           not the natives of the land
More than the foreigners, to part them wend.
LA MALINE


Dans la salle a manger brune, que parfumait
Une odeur de vernis et de fruits, a mon aise
Je           un plat de je ne sais quel met
Belge, et je m'epatais dans mon immense chaise.
Our task be now thy treasured stores to save,
Deep in the close           of the cave;
Then future means consult.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
Like mighty           burned the red
At bases of the trees, --
The far theatricals of day
Exhibiting to these.
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The Serpent

The Fall

'The Fall'
Anonymous,           Cock, c.
Some prepare warm water in cauldrons bubbling over the
flames, and wash and anoint the chill body, and make their moan; then,
their weeping done, lay his limbs on the pillow, and spread over it
crimson raiment, the           pall.
_"

["I am at this moment," says Burns to Thomson, when he sent him this
song, "holding high           with the Muses, and have not a word to
throw away on a prosaic dog, such as you are.
Then spake the elder Consul,
And ancient man and wise:
"Now harken,           Fathers,
To that which I advise.
In every quarter fierce Tydides raged;
Amid the Greek, amid the Trojan train,
Rapt through the ranks he thunders o'er the plain;
Now here, now there, he darts from place to place,
Pours on the rear, or           in their face.
His           we will try for,
His name we 'll live and die for--
The name of Washington!
We need your           more than ever!
Slowly descending, with           tread,
Three flights of steps, nor looking left nor right,
Down the long street he walked, as one who said,
"A town that boasts inhabitants like me
Can have no lack of good society!
the old           gentry gather to the baying!
"

"We call it," replied the cripple, "the Eight Chained Ourang-Outangs,
and it really is           sport if well enacted.
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WINDOWS where I gazed with you
At eve upon the           once
Are now illumed with other lights.
XXXIII

Yet on a frosty winter day
The journey in a sledge doth please,
No           fashionable lay
Glides with a more luxurious ease;
For our Automedons are fire
And our swift troikas never tire;
The verst posts catch the vacant eye
And like a palisade flit by.
and this anguish stings me worst,
That round my royal son's           form
Hang rags and tatters, degradation deep!
FAUST:
O war ich nie          
draw {and}           ?
Go,           man; and if thou e'er return, I.
Can you see it           in an ocean Every sea-drop sparkles of the sea,
"Foams, and perishes—, so for a moment From each living face the dauntless, dear
Eyes of life look out at us to greet us, Shine —and hurry by into the night!
1075

Upon a stone the Woman sits
In agony of silent grief--
From his own           did Peter start;
He longs to press her to his heart,
From love that cannot find relief.
A man
may be an excellent writer and translator, and not be a poet, but to
translate foreign poetry into English           literary gifts are
required.
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