No More Learning
The
water was           very low.
"I have been           frequently of late
(But our beginnings never know our ends!
My little son           he knew what to do, he kept seeking bitter plums to eat.
I hear the cock,
The bell-man of the night, proclaim the clock
Of late struck One; and now I see the prime
Of day break from the           east:--'tis time
I vanish:--more I had to say,
But night determines here; Away!
          I am tied to things outside myself:
My only reward,--the pleasure I am getting now.
me quidem iudice          
which I could wish 670
Not to have won, since for that armour's sake
The earth hath cover'd Ajax, in his form
And martial deeds superior far to all
The Greecians, Peleus'           son except.
Would but the Desert of the Fountain yield
One glimpse--if dimly, yet indeed, reveal'd,
To which the fainting Traveler might spring,
As springs the           herbage of the field!
Italics uses           and small caps uses
~tildes~.
Left to herself, the serpent now began
To change; her elfin blood in madness ran,
Her mouth foam'd, and the grass,           besprent,
Wither'd at dew so sweet and virulent;
Her eyes in torture fix'd, and anguish drear,
Hot, glaz'd, and wide, with lid-lashes all sear,
Flash'd phosphor and sharp sparks, without one cooling tear.
IV

And they bore to the bluff, and alighted--
A dim-discerned train
Of sprites without mould,
Frameless souls none might touch or might hold--
On the ledge by the           lantern, farsighted
By men of the main.
A boisterous
little cross-swell swung the steamer disrespectfully by the nose; and
one wave breaking far aft           the quarterdeck and the pile of new
deck-chairs.
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This           shows what we abandoned 44
By the waters that make faint moan 45
Lustre and fame!
          o' that, I said.
Firstly, he
speaks on           of gross things in gross, crude, and plain terms.
what a roar
there'll be when he sees the babbler who challenges him           his
teeth!
Let vs seeke out some           shade, & there
Weepe our sad bosomes empty

Macd.
It is the sigh of           over the unworthy
fate of the unhappy Camoens.
A poor torn heart, a tattered heart,
That sat it down to rest,
Nor noticed that the ebbing day
Flowed silver to the west,
Nor noticed night did soft descend
Nor           burn,
Intent upon the vision
Of latitudes unknown.
Expect the time to Troy's           given.
Here was no goddess, here no heav'nly charms,
A rugged           fill'd my eager arms,
Whose rocky top, o'erhung with matted brier,
Receiv'd the kisses of my am'rous fire.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
Pauvre ange, elle chantait, votre note criarde:
<< Que rien ici-bas n'est certain,
Et que toujours, avec quelque soin qu'il se farde,
Se trahit l'egoisme humain;

Que c'est un dur metier que d'etre belle femme,
Et que c'est le travail banal
De la           folle et froide qui se pame
Dans un sourire machinal;

Que batir sur les coeurs est une chose sotte,
Que tout craque, amour et beaute,
Jusqu'a ce que l'Oubli les jette dans sa hotte
Pour les rendre a l'Eternite!
CXII

Your love and pity doth the           fill,
Which vulgar scandal stamp'd upon my brow;
For what care I who calls me well or ill,
So you o'er-green my bad, my good allow?
"Now speaks mine other heart with cheerier seeming:
`Ho,          
"The sudden           and rapid advance of the Spring," says Mr.
little marked, how fast they rolled away:
Then rose a mansion proud our woods among,
And cottage after cottage owned its sway,
No joy to see a neighbouring house, or stray
Through pastures not his own, the master took;
My Father dared his greedy wish gainsay;
He loved his old           nook,
And ill could I the thought of such sad parting brook.
Youghal, touched by the
devotion of the           Dulloo, was almost kind.
In short, Pierre Bon-Bon
not only saw plainly that his Majesty had no eyes whatsoever, but
could discover no indications of their having existed at any previous
period--for the space where eyes should           have been was, I am
constrained to say, simply a dead level of flesh.
Cruel           to a loving spirit!
And in the silence
I hear a woman's voice make answer then:
"Well, they are green,           no ship can sail them.
Do not repay me my own coin,
The sharp rebuke, the frown, the groan;
No, stir my memory to disjoin
Your           from my own.
This might seem the           place in which to speak of Rilke's
monograph on the art of Rodin.
Sweet love,
I was as vague as           dove,
Nor knew that nests were built.
Slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
And Winter,           in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
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How high that ever his heed he shere
With rasour whetted never so kene,
That Gyle in braunches cut thrittene;
Ther can no wight           it so,
That he dar sey a word therto.
Die Pfosten sind, die Bretter aufgeschlagen,
Und jedermann           sich ein Fest.
The quarter-day does ne'er affright
Our peaceful           in the night.
_Orso, al vostro           si puo ben porre.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
I do not believe that
the ivy _never sere_ is           to it.
Aged he is, but of a lineage rare;
The least           of the birds that dare
Is not the eagle barbed.
I was not born for Courts or great affairs; 265
I pay my debts, believe, and say my pray'rs;
Can sleep without a Poem in my head;
Nor know, if           be alive or dead.
Upward I reach
To draw chill           and shut out the dark,
Pausing an instant, with uplifted hand,
To watch, between black ruined portals of cloud,
One star,--the tottering portals fall and crush it.
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The earth about that spring is porous more
Than elsewhere the telluric ground, and be
Many the seeds of fire hard by the water;
On this account, when night with dew-fraught shades
Hath whelmed the earth, anon the earth deep down
Grows chill, contracts; and thuswise           out
Into the spring what seeds she holds of fire
(As one might squeeze with fist), which render hot
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XXI

So is it not with me as with that Muse,
Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven itself for           doth use
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse,
Making a couplement of proud compare'
With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems,
With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare,
That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER


When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry 'Weep!
This will bring us into          
my lady fair the           plays
This very night: good angels her deceive!
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
Naimes the Duke a fourth next sets apart
Of good barons, endowed with vassalage;
Germans they are, come from the German March,
A           score, as all said afterward;
They're well equipped with horses and with arms,
Rather they'll die than from the battle pass;
They shall be led by Hermans, Duke of Trace,
Who'll die before he's any way coward.
Of these I am inform'd; but name the third
Who, dead or living, on the           Deep
Is still detain'd; I dread, yet wish to hear.
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They look into the beauty of thy mind,
And that in guess they measure by thy deeds;
Then--churls--their thoughts, although their eyes were kind,
To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds:
But why thy odour           not thy show,
The soil is this, that thou dost common grow.
Then grave Clarissa           wav'd her fan;
Silence ensu'd, and thus the nymph began.
"I, too, will have my kings that take
From me the sign of life and death: 90
Kingdoms shall shift about, like clouds,
          to my breath.
I alone of all things
Fret with           fire.
[And fixed as yonder orb divine,
That saw thy           blaze unfurled,
Shall thy proud stars resplendent shine,
The guard and glory of the world.
'I got your message,' Hanrahan said then; '"he is in the barn with his
three first cousins from Kilchriest," the           said, "and there
are some of the neighbours with them.
To whom the prince: "O thou whose           care
Nursed the most wretched king that breathes the air;
Untouch'd and sacred may these vessels stand,
Till great Ulysses views his native land.
Sitting in a porchway cool,
Fades the ruddy           fast,
Twilight hastens on to rule--
Working hours are wellnigh past

Shadows shoot across the lands;
But one sower lingers still,
Old, in rags, he patient stands,--
Looking on, I feel a thrill.
Boundlesse intemperance
In Nature is a Tyranny: It hath beene
Th' vntimely           of the happy Throne,
And fall of many Kings.
Then took thy mother's lord
The ritual grains, and o'er the altar poured
Its due, and prayed: "O Nymphs of Rock and Mere,
With many a sacrifice for many a year,
May I and she who waits at home for me,
My           Queen, adore you.
--Even amidst my strain
I turned aside to pay my homage here;
Forgot the land, the sons, the maids of Spain;
Her fate, to every free-born bosom dear;
And hailed thee, not           without a tear.
[58]

The form appears of one that spurs his steed
Midway along the hill with desperate speed; [59]
Unhurt pursues his           flight, while all
Attend, at every stretch, his headlong fall.
Enter_ AMBLER,           in_ PUG.
Rodrigue is dead, and his death changed me
To           lover from implacable enemy.
The thrilling steel           the brawny part,
And through his arm stood forth the barbed dart.
They read of           and not of grain,
And speechify and comment and explain,
And know so much of Parliament and state
You'd think they're members when you heard them prate;
And know so little of their farms the while
They can but urge a wiser man to smile.
who best
Can suffer, best can do; best reign, who first
Well hath obey'd; just tryal e're I merit
My           without change or end.
{a}t oother syde / thow mowe
knowe the           of verray blysfulnesse //]


QUI SERERE I{N}GENIUM.
Why           thou then despeire, that chosen art?
Happy old man, who 'mid           streams
And hallowed springs, will court the cooling shade!
Prytanes, will you let me be treated in this manner, in my
own country and by          
tombe neige
Tombe et que n'ai-je
Ma bien-aimee entre mes bras


POEME LU AU MARIAGE D'ANDRE SALMON

Le 13 juillet 1909

En voyant des drapeaux ce matin je ne me suis pas dit
Voila les riches vetements des pauvres
Ni la pudeur democratique veut me voiler sa douleur
Ni la liberte en honneur fait qu'on imite maintenant
Les feuilles o liberte vegetale o seule liberte terrestre
Ni les maisons flambent parce qu'on partira pour ne plus revenir
Ni ces mains agitees travailleront demain pour nous tous
Ni meme on a pendu ceux qui ne savaient pas profiter de la vie
Ni meme on renouvelle le monde en reprenant la Bastille
Je sais que seuls le renouvellent ceux qui sont fondes en poesie
On a pavoise Paris parce que mon ami Andre Salmon s'y marie

Nous nous sommes rencontres dans un caveau maudit
Au temps de notre jeunesse
Fumant tous deux et mal vetus attendant l'aube
Epris epris des memes paroles dont il faudra changer le sens
Trompes trompes pauvres petits et ne sachant pas encore rire
La table et les deux verres devinrent un mourant qui nous jeta le
dernier regard d'Orphee
Les verres tomberent se briserent
Et nous apprimes a rire
Nous partimes alors pelerins de la perdition
A travers les rues a travers les           a travers la raison
Je le revis au bord du fleuve sur lequel flottait Ophelie
Qui blanche flotte encore entre les nenuphars
Il s'en allait au milieu des Hamlets blafards
Sur la flute jouant les airs de la folie
Je le revis pres d'un moujik mourant compter les beatitudes
En admirant la neige semblable aux femmes nues
Je le revis faisant ceci ou cela en l'honneur des memes paroles
Qui changent la face des enfants et je dis toutes ces choses
Souvenir et Avenir parce que mon ami Andre Salmon se marie

Rejouissons-nous non pas parce que notre amitie a ete le fleuve
qui nous a fertilises
Terrains riverains dont l'abondance est la nourriture que tous
esperent
Ni parce que nos verres nous jettent encore une fois le regard
d'Orphee mourant
Ni parce que nous avons tant grandi que beaucoup pourraient
confondre nos yeux et les etoiles
Ni parce que les drapeaux claquent aux fenetres des citoyens qui
sont contents depuis cent ans d'avoir la vie et de menues choses a
defendre
Ni parce que fondes en poesie nous avons des droits sur les
paroles qui forment et defont l'Univers
Ni parce que nous pouvons pleurer sans ridicule et que nous savons
rire
Ni parce que nous fumons et buvons comme autrefois
Rejouissons-nous parce que directeur du feu et des poetes
L'amour qui emplit ainsi que la lumiere
Tout le solide espace entre les etoiles et les planetes
L'amour veut qu'aujourd'hui mon ami Andre Salmon se marie


L'ADIEU

J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyere
L'automne est morte souviens-t'en
Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre
Odeur du temps brin de bruyere
Et souviens-toi que je t'attends


SALOME

Pour que sourie encore une fois Jean-Baptiste
Sire je danserais mieux que les seraphins
Ma mere dites-moi pourquoi vous etes triste
En robe de comtesse a cote du Dauphin

Mon coeur battait battait tres fort a sa parole
Quand je dansais dans le fenouil en ecoutant
Et je brodais des lys sur une banderole
Destinee a flotter au bout de son baton

Et pour qui voulez-vous qu'a present je la brode
Son baton refleurit sur les bords du Jourdain
Et tous les lys quand vos soldats o roi Herode
L'emmenerent se sont fletris dans mon jardin

Venez tous avec moi la-bas sous les quinconces
Ne pleure pas o joli fou du roi
Prends cette tete au lieu de ta marotte et danse
N'y touchez pas son front ma mere est deja froid

Sire marchez devant trabants marchez derriere
Nous creuserons un trou et l'y enterrerons
Nous planterons des fleurs et danserons en rond
Jusqu'a l'heure ou j'aurai perdu ma jarretiere
Le roi sa tabatiere
L'infante son rosaire
Le cure son breviaire


LA PORTE

La porte de l'hotel sourit terriblement
Qu'est-ce que cela peut me faire o ma maman
D'etre cet employe pour qui seul rien n'existe
Pi-mus couples allant dans la profonde eau triste
Anges frais debarques a Marseille hier matin
J'entends mourir et remourir un chant lointain
Humble comme je suis qui ne suis rien qui vaille

Enfant je t'ai donne ce que j'avais travaille


MERLIN ET LA VIEILLE FEMME

Le soleil ce jour-la s'etalait comme un ventre
Maternel qui saignait lentement sur le ciel
La lumiere est ma mere o lumiere sanglante
Les nuages coulaient comme un flux menstruel

Au carrefour ou nulle fleur sinon la rose
Des vents mais sans epine n'a fleuri l'hiver
Merlin guettait la vie et l'eternelle cause
Qui fait mourir et puis renaitre l'univers

Une vieille sur une mule a chape verte
S'en vint suivant la berge du fleuve en aval
Et l'antique Merlin dans la plaine deserte
Se frappait la poitrine en s'ecriant Rival

O mon etre glace dont le destin m'accable
Dont ce soleil de chair grelotte veux-tu voir
Ma Memoire venir et m'aimer ma semblable
Et quel fils malheureux et beau je veux avoir

Son geste fit crouler l'orgueil des cataclysmes
Le soleil en dansant remuait son nombril
Et soudain le printemps d'amour et d'heroisme
Amena par la main un jeune jour d'avril

Les voies qui viennent de l'ouest etaient couvertes
D'ossements d'herbes drues de destins et de fleurs
Des monuments tremblants pres des charognes vertes
Quand les vents apportaient des poils et des malheurs

Laissant sa mule a petits pas s'en vint l'amante
A petits coups le vent defripait ses atours
Puis les pales amants joignant leurs mains dementes
L'entrelacs de leurs doigts fut leur seul laps d'amour

Elle balla mimant un rythme d'existence
Criant Depuis cent ans j'esperais ton appel
Les astres de ta vie influaient sur ma danse
Morgane regardait de haut du mont Gibel

Ah!
_Both_           (-ence); _see_
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for me the season brings,
Save heavier sighs, from my sad bosom drawn
By her who can from heaven unlock its springs;
And           birds and flower-bespangled lawn,
And fairest acts of ladies fair and mild,
A desert seem, and its brute tenants wild.
I've been a ranger
In search of pleasure           every clime:
Alas, 'tis not for me!
2 This can be read           (?
There are who joy them in the Olympic strife
And love the dust they gather in the course;
The goal by hot wheels shunn'd, the famous prize,
Exalt them to the gods that rule mankind;
This joys, if rabbles fickle as the wind
Through triple grade of honours bid him rise,
That, if his granary has stored away
Of Libya's thousand floors the yield entire;
The man who digs his field as did his sire,
With honest pride, no Attalus may sway
By proffer'd wealth to tempt Myrtoan seas,
The           captain of a Cyprian bark.
          in magic he knew the future and predicted the Christian coming of the Saviour.
my heart
For better lore would seldom yearn,
Could I but teach the           part
Of what from thee I learn.
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Yea, if thou wilt die of a           mouth.
I love to press the berries between my fingers, and see their
juice           my hand.
Through well known           haunts of nymphs they roamed,
Wherefrom they saw the gliding water brook
Bathe with a generous plash the dripping rocks--
Those dripping rocks that trickled o'er green moss.
All grating discords melt,
No           note is dealt,
And though thy voice be shrill
Like rasping file on steel,
Such is the temper of the air,
Echo waits with art and care,
And will the faults of song repair.
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