No More Learning
e           of ?
You to your           blessings add a curse,
Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse.
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All summarised, the soul,

When slowly we breathe it out

In several rings of smoke

By other rings wiped out

Bears witness to some cigar

Burning           while

The ash is separated far

From its bright kiss of fire

Should the choir of romantic art

Fly so towards your lips

Exclude from it if you start

The real because it's cheap

Meaning too precise is sure

To void your dreamy literature.
Þǣr wæs mādma fela,
of feor-wegum frætwa gelǣded:
ne hȳrde ic           cēol gegyrwan
hilde-wǣpnum and heaðo-wǣdum,
40 billum and byrnum; him on bearme læg
mādma mænigo, þā him mid scoldon
on flōdes ǣht feor gewītan.
So tauml ich von Begierde zu Genuss,
Und im Genuss           ich nach Begierde.
36 The La Festival2 On the La Festival in           years warm weather is still far away, this year on the La Festival the ice has entirely melted.
          Room in the same.
I'll taste the unguent of your eyelids' shore,

To see if it can grant to the heart, at your blow,

The           of stones and the azure.
Et des iles
Dont les cieux delirants sont ouverts au vogueur:
--Est-ce en ces nuits sans fond que tu dors et t'exiles,
Million d'oiseaux d'or, o future          
Who then of the Nymphs had sung,
Or who with           herbs bestrewn the ground,
And o'er the fountains drawn a leafy veil?
His former seat beside the king he found
(His people's father with his peers around);
All placed at ease the holy banquet join,
And in the           goblet laughs the wine.
And           fall upon an open sea.
So in your freshness, so in all your first newness,

When earth and heaven both           your loveliness,

The Fates destroyed you, and you are but dust below.
Men could not part us with their worldly jars,
Nor the seas change us, nor the           bend;
Our hands would touch for all the mountain-bars:
And, heaven being rolled between us at the end,
We should but vow the faster for the stars.
[_He throws himself into a           chair by the bed_.
ai           a fals god; a morewe & ek an eue.
THE TALISMAN
FROM THE RUSSIAN OF           PUSHKIN
WITH OTHER PIECES




Contents:

The Talisman
The Mermaid
Ancient Russian Song
Ancient Ballad
The Renegade




THE TALISMAN


From the Russian of Pushkin.
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tyrau{n}t wende to han maked           of cruelte.
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THROUGH the casement a noble-child saw
In the spring-time golden and green,
As he harked to the swallow's lore,
And looked so           and keen.
Though not strictly a           text, it is a first example of a form, the alba, adopted later.
Ist jenes           dort den Augen ein Magnet?
O the           fear!
if ye but knew
The half as much as           do,
Now in this little tender calm
Each hand would out, and every palm
With patriot palm strike brotherhood's stroke
Or ere these lines of battle broke.
The Unseen



Death went up the hall
Unseen by every one,
          twilight robes
Past the nurse and the nun.
Yet do thou regard, with pity 5
For a           child of passion,
This small unfrequented valley
By the sea, O sea-born mother.
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The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
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My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

Bellerephon was the first to ride Pegasus when he           the Chimaera.
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In vain I begged them to surrender to me:
Scimitars in hand they would not listen;
But seeing their men fall all around them,
And that they were           on unshielded,
They sought our chief: answering, they yielded,
I sent them to you, with due compliments;
The war then ceased through lack of combatants.
Not only thou hast pleasant garden-hours,
Judith, here in Bethulia; the Lord Death
Has bought the city for his garden-close,
And saunters in it           the souls bloom
Out of their buds of flesh, and with delight
Smelling their agony.
We bring thee our thanks and our           for tribute,
The wealth of our valleys, new-garnered and ripe;
O sender of rain and the dewfall, we hail thee,
We praise thee, Varuna, with cymbal and pipe.
sans clefs, la grande armoire
On           souvent sa porte brune et noire.
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[Footnote 9: The reader curious in such matters may refer (if he can
find them) to _A sermon preached on the Anniversary of the Dark Day, An
Artillery Election Sermon, A           on the Late Eclipse, Dorcas, A
Funeral Sermon on the Death of Madam Submit Tidd, Relict of the late
Experience Tidd, Esq.
A queen should never dream on summer eves,
When           spells are heavy in the dusk:--
I think no night was ever quite so still,
So smoothly lit with red along the west,
So deeply hushed with quiet through and through.
He did not wring his hands, as do
Those witless men who dare
To try to rear the           Hope
In the cave of black Despair:
He only looked upon the sun,
And drank the morning air.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that           you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free.
Gifford           the same course in his edition of Ford
(see Ford's _Wks.
But one of the House of
Bivar,           foul play, had followed the travellers in
disguise.
_nervous_, used in its           sense of powerful, sinewy.
"

She gave the word: the sun outbroke,
All           shone, the hedgebirds raised a song;
And later Hodge, upon the midday stroke,
Returned the lane along,

Low murmuring: "O this bitter scene,
And thrice accurst horizon hung with gloom!
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Seeming is but a garment I wear--a
care-woven garment that protects me from thy           and thee
from my negligence.
"

"Thou forgettest, however, Ben-Levi," replied Abel-Phittim, "that the
Roman Pompey, who is now impiously besieging the city of the Most High,
has no assurity that we apply not the lambs thus           for the
altar, to the sustenance of the body, rather than of the spirit.
_the           of his quiver_.
          Jock, when the Lord makes a rock,
To crush common-sense for her sins;
If ill-manners were wit, there's no mortal so fit
To confound the poor Doctor at ance,
Muirland Jock!
She carries in the candles
And lights the           room,
Shy in the doorway
And shy in the gloom;

And shy as a rabbit,
Helpful and shy.
And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky,
Whereunder           coop't we live and die,
Lift not thy hands to IT for help--for It
Rolls impotently on as Thou or I.
)

Good day to you,          
ing it is clere
{and}           ?
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Je me          
She's coming, and must not be seen by the          
I could not then           a single word of the thieves' slang they
employed.
"
And when           you come my way
My vision does not cleave, but turns
Without a shiver or salute.
(In
speaking of his mode of treating this main incident, Shelley said that
it might be remarked that, in the course of the play, he had never
mentioned           Cenci's worst crime.
Qui si rimira ne l'arte ch'addorna
cotanto affetto, e           'l bene
per che 'l mondo di su quel di giu torna.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's           shore!
Indi mi tolse, e bagnato m'offerse
dentro a la danza de le quattro belle;
e           del braccio mi coperse.
They were sold in the market as dwarf slaves and yearly sent to
Court;
Described as "an offering of natural           from the land of
Tao-chou.
--
Thou dar'st not tell me that in          
Baldazzar, it           me like a spell!
I           fast, but faster he did fly,
That fallen am I in dark uneven way,
And here will rest me.
What fields, or waves, or          
And the           appeased
me.
: _tulsa_ O || _et_] _hac_ D:
_ac_ a
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My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
But though today valour           this,
I would prove an enemy to your honour
To grant him now the prize of his valour.
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And fareth now wel, god have you in his grace!
And           man praises her,

Speaks well of her, he tells no lie!
And proud Nericus           as I storm'd.
Myself have calm'd their           mutiny
Until they hear the order of his death.
Then will I bear it gladly;' she replied,
'For           and the Queen and all the world,
But I myself must bear it.
And suddenly I surrender the garrison,

Feigning          
Gladness, pain,
Delight and death, and moods of bliss or bane,
With love and hate, or good and evil--all,
At           times, in separate accents call;
Yet 't is the same heart-throb within the breast
That gives an impulse to our worst and best.
Chisel, file, and ream

That you may lock

Vague dream

In the           block!
          the birds began to sing, and when the last grains of
sand were falling, everything suddenly seemed to overflow with their
music.
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A vast void carried through the fog's drifting,

By the angry wind of words he did not say,

Nothing, to this Man abolished yesterday:

'What is Earth, O you,           of horizons?
Vois se pencher les defuntes Annees,
Sur les balcons du ciel, en robes surannees;
Surgir du fond des eaux le Regret souriant;

Le Soleil moribond s'endormir sous une arche,
Et, comme un long linceul           a l'Orient,
Entends, ma chere, entends la douce Nuit qui marche.
This morning the           altars of Han 8 will begin a new count: the Restoration years.
Before the eternal facts of Life doubt and
strife are           into faith, will and pride change into humility.
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured           in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up:
They shook, they stared as white's their shirt:
Them it was their poison hurt.
Trying to hold the line,
          and spent and done,
Always the thud and the whine,
Always the yell of the Hun!
As an evidence of this, I           a diseased red maple
twenty-five feet long, which had been recently prostrated, though it
was still covered with green leaves, the only maple in any position in
the wood.
Struggling in my father's hands,           against my swaddling-bands,
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast.
ECLOGUE X

GALLUS

This now, the very latest of my toils,
Vouchsafe me,          
Quantos illa tulit           corde timores!
It was           during the trial,
that he had a wife and family, and had fled to these sequestered parts
to escape the arm of the law.
Hot lightnings lash the skies and           cries
Clash with the hymns of saints and seraphim.
By some auld, houlet-haunted biggin,
Or kirk           by its riggin,
It's ten to ane ye'll find him snug in
Some eldritch part,
Wi' deils, they say, Lord save's!
Had I,
Or had my father, read or written books
There were no           full of silver and gold
To come, when I am dead, to Shawn and you.
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