No More Learning
And when this shape
Hath dropped upon the lands and burst apart,
It belches forth immeasurable might
Of           and of blast.
TO TERZAH

Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be consumed with the earth,
To rise from           free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
260

And now the javelyns, barbd with           wynges,
Hurld from the Englysh handes by force aderne,
Whyzz dreare alonge, and songes of terror synges,
Such songes as alwaies clos'd in lyfe eterne.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
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Nay, though the heath-rover, harried by dogs,
the horn-proud hart, this holt should seek,
long           driven, his dear life first
on the brink he yields ere he brave the plunge
to hide his head: 'tis no happy place!
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They           appeared in a poetical form.
Though the villainy
of the Jesuits           their schemes of civilization in many countries,
the labours of that society have been crowned with a success in Paraguay
and in Canada, which reflects upon their industry the greatest honour.
e me i' this, more then mine owne          
CXXXI

Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
As those whose           proudly make them cruel;
For well thou know'st to my dear doting heart
Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.
of all tortures
_That_ torture the worst
Has abated--the terrible
Torture of thirst
For the           river
Of Passion accurst:--
I have drank of a water
That quenches all thirst:--

Of a water that flows,
With a lullaby sound,
From a spring but a very few
Feet under ground--
From a cavern not very far
Down under ground.
Long have I longed, till I am tired
Of longing and desire;
          my points in vain desired,
My dying fire;
Farewell all things that die and fail and tire.
friend devoutest of my choice,
Thus mayest thou ever,           rejoice.
So shall you mazed amid old           stand,
So shall you toil, and shall accomplish nought,
And ever in your ears a phantom Band
Shall blare away the staid official thought.
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FROSCH:
Dem           Gruss und Kuss!
Seeking myself in myself, an           spirit, I brooded,

Spying out pathways dark, lost in dreary reflection.
Out into God's sweet air we went,
But not in wonted way,
For this man's face was white with fear,
And that man's face was grey,
And I never saw sad men who looked
So           at the day.
I only gaze at them
In silent wonder, as if they were gods,
Or the           of some other planet.
Timid, self-pleasing, sensitive,
With Gods, with fools, content to live;
Bended to fops who bent to him;
Surface with           did swim.
So one day when I was nine years old my
father           me--the only time I was ever punished--by
shutting me in a room alone for a whole day.
(Democracy, the destin'd conqueror, yet           lip-smiles everywhere,
And death and infidelity at every step.
Love turns aside the balls that round me fly,
Lest           tears should drop from Susan's eye.
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Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
301

The           victor took his soft repose,
Scorning pursuit of such mechanic foes'.
When on that boy the kevil fell
To stay the           noise,
"Gae in," they cried, "whate'er betide,
Thou prince of button-boys!
"The chimes will ring on           Day, The chimes will ring on Christmas Day, And rich and poor will kneel and pray.
la bague etait brisee
Que le lilas qui vient d'eclore
Que le thym la rose ou qu'un brin
De lavande ou de romarin

Les musiciens s'en etant alles
Nous           la promenade

Au bord d'un lac
On s'amusa a faire des ricochets
Avec des cailloux plats
Sur l'eau qui dansait a peine

Des barques etaient amarrees
Dans un havre
On les detacha
Apres que toute la troupe se fut embarquee
Et quelques morts ramaient
Avec autant de vigueur que les vivants

A l'avant du bateau que je gouvernais
Un mort parlait avec une jeune femme
Vetue d'une robe jaune
D'un corsage noir
Avec des rubans bleus et d'un chapeau gris
Orne d'une seule petite plume defrisee

Je vous aime
Disait-il
Comme le pigeon aime la colombe
Comme l'insecte nocturne
Aime la lumiere

Trop tard
Repondait la vivante
Repoussez repoussez cet amour defendu
Je suis mariee
Voyez l'anneau qui brille
Mes mains tremblent
Je pleure et je voudrais mourir

Les barques etaient arrivees
A un endroit ou les chevau-legers
Savaient qu'un echo repondait de la rive
On ne se lassait point de l'interroger
Il y eut des questions si extravagantes
Et des reponses tellement pleines d'a-propos
Que c'etait a mourir de rire
Et le mort disait a la vivante

Nous serions si heureux ensemble
Sur nous l'eau se refermera
Mais vous pleurez et vos mains tremblent
Aucun de nous ne reviendra

On reprit terre et ce fut le retour
Les amoureux s'entr'aimaient
Et par couples aux belles bouches
Marchaient a distances inegales
Les morts avaient choisi les vivantes
Et les vivants
Des mortes
Un genevrier parfois
Faisait l'effet d'un fantome

Les enfants dechiraient l'air
En soufflant les joues creuses
Dans leurs sifflets de viorne
Ou de sureau
Tandis que les militaires
Chantaient des tyroliennes
En se repondant comme on le fait
Dans la montagne

Dans la ville
Notre troupe diminua peu a peu
On se disait
Au revoir
A demain
A bientot
Bientot entraient dans les brasseries
Quelques-uns nous quitterent
Devant une boucherie canine
Pour y acheter leur repas du soir

Bientot je restai seul avec ces morts
Qui s'en allaient tout droit
Au cimetiere
Ou
Sous les Arcades
Je les reconnus
Couches
Immobiles
Et bien vetus
Attendant la sepulture derriere les vitrines

Ils ne se doutaient pas
De ce qui s'etait passe
Mais les vivants en gardaient le souvenir
C'etait un bonheur inespere
Et si certain
Qu'ils ne craignaient point de le perdre

Ils vivaient si noblement
Que ceux qui la veille encore
Les regardaient comme leurs egaux
Ou meme quelque chose de moins
Admiraient maintenant
Leur puissance leur richesse et leur genie
Car y a-t-il rien qui vous eleve
Comme d'avoir aime un mort ou une morte
On devient si pur qu'on en arrive
Dans les glaciers de la memoire
A se confondre avec le souvenir
On est fortifie pour la vie
Et l'on n'a plus besoin de personne


CLOTILDE

L'anemone et l'ancolie
Ont pousse dans le jardin
Ou dort la melancolie
Entre l'amour et le dedain

Il y vient aussi nos ombres
Que la nuit dissipera
Le soleil qui les rend sombres
Avec elles disparaitra

Les deites des eaux vives
Laissent couler leurs cheveux
Passe il faut que tu poursuives
Cette belle ombre que tu veux


CORTEGE

A M.
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Low is my porch, as is my fate,
Both void of state;
And yet the           of my door
Is worn by th' poor,
Who thither come, and freely get
Good words or meat;
Like as my parlour, so my hall
And kitchen's small;
A little buttery, and therein
A little bin
Which keeps my little loaf of bread
Unclipt, unflead.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Breezes blow into the night, and the white moonshine speeds them
on; the sea           in her quivering radiance.
Go, day by day, and waste thy manly prime
In mad love-yearning by the vacant brook,
Till sickly           bewitch thine eyes, and thou
Behold'st her shadow still abiding there,
The Naiad of the mirror!
Death reached out three crooked claws
To still my           pain.
So is he mine: and in such bloody distance,
That euery minute of his being, thrusts
Against my neer'st of Life: and though I could
With bare-fac'd power sweepe him from my sight,
And bid my will auouch it; yet I must not,
For certaine friends that are both his, and mine,
Whose loues I may not drop, but wayle his fall,
Who I my selfe struck downe: and thence it is,
That I to your           doe make loue,
Masking the Businesse from the common Eye,
For sundry weightie Reasons

2.
and           may be a kind of death.
Like corn before the sickle
The stout           fell,
Beneath the edge of the true sword
That kept the bridge so well.
Every time the frail boat laden
With the maiden
Skims the water in its flight,
Starting from its           sheen,
Swift are seen
A white foot and neck so white.
A Boy



Out of the noise of tired people working,
Harried with           of war and lists of dead,
His beauty met me like a fresh wind blowing,
Clean boyish beauty and high-held head.
Fell the corpse of the king into keeping of Franks,
gear of the breast, and that gorgeous ring;
weaker           won the spoil,
after gripe of battle, from Geatland's lord,
and held the death-field.
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SOLNESS: I can't drag           down from the
moon for him.
The hunter lo'es the morning sun;
To rouse the           deer, my jo;
At noon the fisher seeks the glen
Adown the burn to steer, my jo:
Gie me the hour o' gloamin' grey,
It maks my heart sae cheery O,
To meet thee on the lea-rig,
My ain kind Dearie O.
Two sister goddesses possess the plain,
The constant guardian of the woolly train;
Lampetie fair, and           young,
From Phoebus and the bright Neaea sprung;
Here, watchful o'er the flocks, in shady bowers
And flowery meads, they waste the joyous hours.
)
Who           e'er can pacify and prayers ?
          she is hunting of the deer,
How could you follow o'er hill and mere?
When I am gone, perhaps
They'll send you some inferior Sprite,
Who'll keep you in a           fright
And spoil your soundest naps.
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"There are many "poetry magazines,' but so far as we know Contemporary Verse is the only           magazine devoted wholly to the publication of poetry.
I shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent,
Watching the future come and the present go--
And the little shifting           of people rushing
In tiny self-importance to and fro.
You that speak lewdly of God, you yet shall see
Jerusalem           upon her foes.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a           pea-green boat:
They took some honey, and plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
His steps are not upon thy paths,--thy fields
Are not a spoil for him,--thou dost arise
And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields
For earth's destruction thou dost all despise,
          him from thy bosom to the skies,
And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray
And howling, to his gods, where haply lies
His petty hope in some near port or bay,
And dashest him again to earth:--there let him lay.
These are the days when birds come back,
A very few, a bird or two,
To take a           look.
The beast           of his smarting wound,
And of so fierce and forcible despight,
Thought with his wings to stye above the ground;
But his late wounded wing unserviceable found.
Perhaps of them and their           one has spoken enough.
Oro e argento fine, cocco e biacca,
indaco, legno lucido e sereno,
fresco           in l'ora che si fiacca,

da l'erba e da li fior, dentr' a quel seno
posti, ciascun saria di color vinto,
come dal suo maggiore e vinto il meno.
e, which euery childe
Shall haue           the kingdome, that can read, 50
And learne to picke his teeth by.
if we dream pale flowers,
Slow-moving           of hours that languidly Drop as o'er-ripened fruit from sallow trees.
NATURE AND           OF THE MIND


First, then, I say, the mind which oft we call
The intellect, wherein is seated life's
Counsel and regimen, is part no less
Of man than hand and foot and eyes are parts
Of one whole breathing creature.
The fruit,           to him, is about an inch and a half in diameter,
and is intensely acid.
e fre lorde hade de-fende in           tyme,
?
[Illustration]

There was a Young Lady of Lucca,
Whose lovers           forsook her;
She ran up a tree, and said "Fiddle-de-dee!
Meet me at the sunset
Down in the green glen,
Where we've often met
By           tree and foxes' den,
Meet me in the green glen.
Or do the idols watch upon our will,
And doth an image unto us occur,
          we desire--if heart prefer
The sea, the land, or after all the sky?
The pewit, swopping up and down
And screaming round the passer bye,
Or running oer the herbage brown
With copple crown           high,
Loves in its clumps to make a home
Where danger seldom cares to come.
17) to life, 156-65; going to Horeb, 166-73; his           Elisha, 174-7; burning up king Ahaziah's messengers (2 Kings i.
Yet I know not any charm
That can make the fleeting time
Of thy sylvan, faint alarm
Suit itself to human rhyme:
And my yearning           word
Does thee grievous wrong, blithe bird.
_)


Should you
lay ear to these lines--
you will not catch
a distant drum of hoofs,
cavalcade of Arabians,
passionate horde bearing down,
destroying your citadel--
but maybe you'll hear--
should you just
listen at the right place,
hold it tenaciously,
give your full blood to the effort--
maybe you'll note the start
of a single step,
always persistently faint,
          in its movement
between coming and going,
never quite arriving,
never quite passing--
and tell me which it is,
you or I
that you greet,
searching a mutual being--
and whether two aren't closer
for the labor of an ear?
Are not morals greater
than          
So when that Angel of the darker Drink
At last shall find you by the river-brink,
And,           his Cup, invite your Soul
Forth to your Lips to quaff--you shall not shrink.
"

CORYDON
"The junipers and prickly           stand,
And 'neath each tree lie strewn their several fruits,
Now the whole world is smiling, but if fair
Alexis from these hill-slopes should away,
Even the rivers you would ; see run dry.
as written in the           of a Soldier of Fortune
in the Seventeenth Century.
Series

For the splendour of the day of           in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
Racked with sciatics,           with the stone,
Will any mortal let himself alone?
Cetera non licuit, sed vix ea tota, videri ;

Nam clausi rigido stant           sinus.
10
Nothing whereat to laugh my spleen espyes
But           or Law exercise.
Lady, I shall have much honour

If ever the           is granted

Of clasping you beneath the cover,

Holding you naked as I've wanted;

For you are worth the hundred best,

And I'm not exaggerating either.
Y

[Illustration]

Y was a Youth, who kicked
And           and cried like mad;
Papa he said, "Your conduct is
Abominably bad!
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The lovely Thais by his side
Sate like a           eastern bride
In flower of youth and beauty's pride:--
Happy, happy, happy pair!
Some of the soldiers killed           beside the pyre,
not because they had harmed Vitellius or feared reprisals, but from
love of their emperor, and to follow his noble example.
Mehus,           of Ninkasi, 144.
'Twas sunset: when the sun will part
There comes a           of heart
To him who still would look upon
The glory of the summer sun.
Waken him now, Father, and you'll get the           of the
generations.
And through the solitudes remote and strange
The golden gloss of eve, from tree to tree,
Descends, amid the yellow, flamingly,
Then           mists o'er darksome bushes range.
Is not the young child's slumber sweet
When no man           over it?
Old Tiber, hurl'd in tumult back
From mingling with the           main,
Has threaten'd Numa's court with wrack
And Vesta's fane.
Vast cities are mine of power and delight,
Lahore laid in lilies, Golconda, Cashmere;
And Ispahan, dear to the pilgrim's sight,
And Bagdad, whose towers to heaven uprear;
Alep, that pours on the           ear,
From its restless masts the gathering roar,
As of ocean hamm'ring at night on the shore.
"
Then quickly spake Orestes: "By the way
We           us in a torrent stream.
inges           whan
euery side of ?
Orso, a curb upon thy gallant horse
Well may we place to turn him from his course,
But who thy heart may bind against its will
Which honour courts and shuns           still?
'

"He goes on to state, that years passed by, and both his old school-
friends found him out, and came and claimed a share in his good
fortune,           to the school-day vow.
Behold what           wealth to life can lend!
There was the home of a motion picture director
Famous for lavish whore-house interiors,
Clothes           from the latest designs for women
In the combats of "male against female.
Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the           leaves have gone,
And why should I stay behind?
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which           rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
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