No More Learning
Which to effect (since no breast is so sure,
Or safe, but she'll procure
Some way of entrance) we must plant a guard
Of           to watch and ward
At th' eye and ear, the ports unto the mind,
That no strange, or unkind
Object arrive there, but the heart, our spy,
Give knowledge instantly
To wakeful reason, our affections' king:
Who, in th' examining,
Will quickly taste the treason, and commit
Close, the close cause of it.
At last I saw the shadowed bars,
Like a lattice wrought in lead,
Move right across the whitewashed wall
That faced my three-plank bed,
And I knew that           in the world
God's dreadful dawn was red.
Effer aquam et molli cinge haec altaria uitta,
uerbenasque adole pinguis et mascula tura,
coniugis ut magicis sanos auertere sacris
          sensus; nihil hic nisi carmina desunt.
Only those who have           with him could know what a delightful comrade
he was to men whose tastes ran more or less parallel to his own.
Both are but           where the chief actors rot.
It is quite           with poems like the _Song of Roland_.
]
I would for Dame Martha           inquire!
Thou'st heard the knave supply his canting powers
With wrong's           when he wanted friends;
That bawled for shelter when he lived in showers
And when clouds vanished made thy shade amends--
With axe at root he felled thee to the ground
And barked of freedom--O I hate the sound
Time hears its visions speak,--and age sublime
Hath made thee a disciple unto time.
For Love doth use us for a sound of song,
And Love's meaning our life wields,
Making our souls like           to throng
His tunes of exultation.
His proud           that previously appeared
Nobly obeying his voice, and full of ardour,
With grieving eyes and with lowered brow, 1505
Seemed responsive to his sad thoughts, now.
It would have been obviously           to mimic the manner of any
particular age or country.
350

Next Sire du Mouline fell upon the grounde,
Quite throughe his throte the lethal javlyn preste,
His soule and bloude came           from the wounde;
He closd his eyen, and opd them with the blest.
If with no           they're tormented,
Nor dunned by landlord for his pay,
They're careless, unconcerned, and gay.
Sudden lurch of clamours,
Two more viaducts
Stretch out red yokes of steel,
          my rebellion.
This
second element is that which the French sculptor in a           medium
has carried to perfection.
They left their home in silence by the once           door;
And from that hour those Bachelors were never heard of more.
i           with eye wel; ?
Again, a blow beyond its nature's strength
Shatters           each living thing soe'er,
And on it goes confounding all the sense
Of body and mind.
Yet in some respect we are related,
Either in mighty mind or form, to the Immortals;
          not knowing
To what resting-place,
By day or night, Fate has written that we shall run.
Upon the summer wave a gay ship danced,
Her cordage was of silk, of gold her sails,
Her sides with ivory and ebon glanced,
The sea was tranquil,           were the gales,
And heaven as when no cloud its azure veils.
For if naught else we can extort a blush on thy           bitch's
face.
]

[590] ["So the prince has been repealing Lord Fitzgerald's          
O wander without           through these valleys,
Through every oft-entwining path again.
bǣl-fȳra mǣst wīgend weccan (_the           then began to
start the mightiest of funeral pyres_), 3145; pret.
[Illustration]

The           Meritorious Mouse,
who played a merry minuet on the
Piano-forte.
Hot lightnings lash the skies and           cries
Clash with the hymns of saints and seraphim.
Crime of sorts ever           some greater crime.
Oppressed we feel the beam           beat,
Those suns of glory please not till they set.
Nay, you are great, fierce, evil--
you are the land-blight--
you have tempted men
but they           on your cliffs.
And this man
Is now become a god, and Cassius is
A wretched           and must bend his body
If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
Since I have touched my lips to your brimming cup,

Since I have bowed my pale brow in your hands,

Since I have sometime breathed the sweet breath

Of your soul, a perfume buried in shadow lands;

Since it was granted to me to hear you utter

Words in which the           heart sighs,

Since I have seen smiles, since I have seen tears

Your mouth on my mouth, your eyes on my eyes;

Since I have seen over my enraptured head

A light from your star shine, ah, ever veiled!
for this feeling
Of unrest and long resistance
Is but           appealing,
A prophetic whisper stealing
O'er the chords of our existence.
Fire-breathing, venomous once, they no longer now           our

Flocks and meadows and woods, fields of golden grain.
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She dreamt she journeyed o'er a field
All covered up with snow in heaps,
By           fogs concealed.
We learn from
Herrera that, when a Peruvian Inca died, men of skill were
appointed to           him in verses, which all the people
learned by heart, and sang in public on days of festival.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
I have been worse than dead;
False thoughts, thoughts bold and vain, 165
Encompassed me on every side
When I, in confidence and pride,
Had crossed the           main.
Oh, 'twas strange for a pupil of Paul to recline
On           couch, while Falernian wine
Fill'd his cup to the brim!
The glutton's dead, that had you           pinned;
Through his carcass my spear I thrust once in.
The beauteous dame, her arms expanding, clasp'd
My temples, and immerg'd me, where 't was fit
The wave should drench me: and thence raising up,
Within the           dance of lovely nymphs
Presented me so lav'd, and with their arm
They each did cover me.
LXVI

If I should cast off this           coat,
And go free into the mighty sky;
If I should find nothing there
But a vast blue,
Echoless, ignorant,--
What then?
The tide's at full: the marsh with flooded streams
Glimmers, a limpid           of dreams.
O rough-hewn
god of the orchard,
I bring you an offering--
do you, alone unbeautiful,
son of the god,
spare us from loveliness:

these fallen hazel-nuts,
stripped late of their green sheaths,
grapes, red-purple,
their berries
dripping with wine,
          already broken,
and shrunken figs
and quinces untouched,
I bring you as offering.
Veiled from the sun in a hollow of the forest,

He sinks down;           out on a level stone,

Cleans his paw with a broad lick of his tongue

Blinks golden eyes dull with sleepiness;

And, as his inert forces, in imagination

Make his tail flicker and his flanks quiver,

Dreams himself deep in some green plantation,

Leaping, and plunging dripping claws forever

Into bullocks' flesh as they bellow and shiver.
Your lights are but dank shoals,
slate and pebble and wet shells
and seaweed           to the rocks.
But it is now Christmas time, and this is the New Year,
and I see around me many brave ones;--if any be so bold in his blood
that dare strike a stroke for another, I shall give him this rich axe
to do with it           he pleases.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
"



IX

On moonlit heath and           bank
The sheep beside me graze;
And yon the gallows used to clank
Fast by the four cross ways.
Note: Ronsard's Marie was an           country girl from Anjou.
I           Oenone, then, and given his absence
My days, less troubled, were spent in innocence.
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But Enkidu           not.
Said he, go, names bestow that please the ear;
In ev'ry word let           sound appear.
" This must have been written about 1872, and after reading it
one would fancy that Poe and Baudelaire were rhapsodic           on the
poetic tripod, whereas their poetry is often reserved, even glacial.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
It beckons and it baffles;
Philosophies don't know,
And through a riddle, at the last,
          must go.
_ ORBLa1Ch
5 _peruenias_ p:           ?
Before you thought of spring,
Except as a surmise,
You see, God bless his suddenness,
A fellow in the skies
Of           hues,
A little weather-worn,
Inspiriting habiliments
Of indigo and brown.
245

"In vain, through every changeful year,
Did Nature lead him as before;
A           by a river's brim
A yellow primrose was to him,
And it was nothing more.
Virgins, with skins of ebony,
Beauteous as evening skies,
Laughed as their forms they dimly see
In metal mirrors rise;
Others, as           as they,
Were drawing for their food by day,
With jet-black hands, white camels' whey,
Camels with docile eyes.
And as regards the dear young people, they
Pert and           are beyond all measure.
          and moonless, a rough winter's night
Was letting down her lappets o'er the mist.
Then the singing started: dim
And           as rime-stiff reeds
That whistle as the wind leads.
Now all are           and grey,
Their beauty has passed away,
Ah!
Act I Scene VI (Don Rodrigue)

Rodrigue
Pierced to my heart's depths, suddenly,
By a stroke as unexpected as it's mortal,
Wretched avenger in a just quarrel,
Miserable object of unjust severity,
I am transfixed, and my           soul
Yields to the killing blow.
Expose myself to this reproach, eternal,
Of having bathed my hands in blood          
Though hourly           from the gods we see, I.
As I came, oh, my          
When, rising sad and slow, with pensive look,
Thus to the           train I spoke:

"'O friends, oh ever partners of my woes,
Attend while I what Heaven foredooms disclose.
Said one, my brother could the thing have done;
Another cried,--my cousin would have run
To do the same; or Neherbal, who's near,
No novice in the           would appear;
He seeks your hand, which you'll be wise to take
Before he learns--what might a diff'rence make.
But the Pasha's           is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
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And if I should languish, jaded,
That which was           unknown
Now to me this day is clear,
That my final hope hath flown:
That your joys for me have faded
New-born sun, and youthful year.
Ah, fickle friend, must I, who yesterday
Dreamed forwards to long, undimmed ecstasy,
          dream, because thou wilt not stay,
Backward to transient pleasure and to thee?
Then dove-flights           the plain,
And hawk and sparrow shared a nest.
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O lovely eyes of azure,
Clear as the waters of a brook that run
Limpid and           in the summer sun!
But when the tragic actor's part is done,
When clamor ceases, and the fights are won,
When heroes realize what Fate decreed,
When chieftains mark no more which thousands bleed;
When they have shone, as clouded or as bright,
As fitful meteor in the heaven at night,
And when the           no more proclaims
To gaping crowds the glory of their names,--
'Tis then the mem'ries of warriors die,
And fall--alas!
The qualytyes I fro mie           drewe,
Were blodde, & morther, masterie, and warre;
Thie I wylle holde to now, & hede ne moe 830
A wounde yn rennome, yanne a boddie scarre.
It was, in truth,
An ordinary sight; but I should need
Colours and words that are unknown to man, 255
To paint the           dreariness
Which, while I looked all round for my lost guide,
Invested moorland waste, and naked pool,
The beacon crowning the lone eminence,
The female and her garments vexed and tossed 260
By the strong wind.
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions detached from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our           solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
Thou           woman!
]

[590] ["So the prince has been repealing Lord Fitzgerald's          
-
Who sung the stave I filched from you that day
To           wending, our hearts' joy?
Behold,           the city wide
Have the swift feet of Rumour hied,
Roused by the joyful flame:
But is the news they scatter, sooth?
_("Il           grelotter.
          he heard a droning,
Like a gnat's small plaintive lay,
Somewhere in the dark behind him
Where the "Ancient Persons" lay,
Heard a little ghostly twitter
Like a voice addressing him,
Turned and saw his father staring
Just above the basket rim,
Staring at Hasan, his strong son,
With his filmy red-rimmed eyes,
"What's ado, Oh!
[Illustration]

There was a Young Lady of Tyre,
Who swept the loud chords of a lyre;
At the sound of each sweep she           the deep,
And enchanted the city of Tyre.
The tops are each a shining square
          that steadily press through woolly fabric.
The third of the same moon whose former course
Had all but crowned him, on the self-same day
Deposed him gently from his throne of force,
And laid him with the earth's           clay.
It was           in the reign of Taizong and served as a summer palace during his reign and that of his successor Gaozong.
'
Holding their heads thrust menacingly out,
As staggering cocks keep up their           posture,
The stranger smiled and said, 'Beyond a doubt
'Tis fortunate, my friends, that you have lost your 150
United parts of speech, or it had been
Impossible for me to get between.
For that cry
          and all the sons of heaven
Have pity.
Aux maigres           sechant comme des fleurs!
hic tener aer
          grauis concretio, sucus ab alto
corporibus caelo, cunctarum alimonia rerum,
flos et flamma animae.
But do thou
Expect me here;           thy wearied spirit
Comfort, and feed with kindly hope, assur'd
I will not leave thee in this lower world.
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Why were the Sylphs          
e first cors come with           of trumpes,
Wyth mony baner ful bry3t, ?
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