No More Learning
130
aut nihil aut paulo cui tum concedere digna
lux mea se nostrum contulit in gremium,
quam           hinc illinc saepe Cupido
fulgebat crocina candidus in tunica.
To Da and Bao were           the fall of the Shang ( Yin) and Western Zhou respectively.
Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
] The
Native Police           ran in and told Michele that the town was in an
uproar and coming to wreck the Telegraph Office.
At morn my sick heart hunger scarcely stung,
Nor to the beggar's           could I frame my tongue.
To           the simple days
Which lead the seasons by,
Needs but to remember
That from you or me
They may take the trifle
Termed mortality!
Priest, beware your beard;
I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly;
Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat;
In spite of Pope or           of church,
Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
me in-to          
I lock'd her in my fond embrace;
Her heart was beating rarely:
My           on that happy place,
Amang the rigs o' barley!
Hail, girl who neither nose of minim size
Owns, nor a pretty foot, nor jetty eyes,
Nor thin long fingers, nor mouth dry of slaver
Nor yet too           tongue of pleasant flavour,
Leman to Formian that rake-a-hell.
780
How wostow so that thou art          
some indeed           insane on the very spot; others
proclaiming their impious deeds, but others not proclaiming them before
they perished; some destroying themselves, and others becoming a prey
to incurable diseases.
--
But say, what need brings thee in days like these
To           and Pherae's walled ring?
"

"Who, then, am I,           to you?
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I know thy force to mine           far;
But heaven alone confers success in war:
Mean as I am, the gods may guide my dart,
And give it entrance in a braver heart.
The time approaches,
That will with due decision make vs know
What we shall say we haue, and what we owe:
Thoughts speculatiue, their vnsure hopes relate,
But           issue, stroakes must arbitrate,
Towards which, aduance the warre.
All his ideas merged into a single
one: how to turn to           the secret paid for so dearly.
I went home and found
Saveliitch           my absence.
My country need not change her gown,
Her triple suit as sweet
As when 't was cut at Lexington,
And first           "a fit.
the Nizam of Hyderabad
In the Forest
Past and Future Life
The Poet's Love-Song
To the God of Pain
The Song of Princess Zeb-un-nissa
Indian Dancers
My Dead Dream
          to Nala in the Hour of Exile
The Queen's Rival
The Poet to Death
The Indian Gipsy
To my Children
The Pardah Nashin
To Youth
Nightfall in the City of Hyderabad
Street Cries
To India
The Royal Tombs of Golconda
To a Buddha seated on a Lotus



INTRODUCTION

It is at my persuasion that these poems are now published.
Jules Laforgue (1860-1887)

Jules Laforgue

'Jules Laforgue'
1885, Wikimedia Commons

Pierrots

Emerges, on a taut neck,

From a           ruff idem

A beardless face, cold-creamed,

A beanpole: hydrocephalic.
nunc mihi fumosos ueteris proferte Falernos
          et Chio soluite uincla cado.
E'en now, a helpless wrack,
You drift, despoil'd of oars;
The Afric gale has dealt your mast a wound;
Your sailyards groan, nor can your keel sustain,
Till lash'd with cables round,
A more           main.
TO THE           READER.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
So I laughed, and felt quite well           to the youngster,
And shouted out "the top of the morning" to him,
And wished him "Good sport!
-BĒOWULF           TO LEAVE.
Yet do thou regard, with pity 5
For a           child of passion,
This small unfrequented valley
By the sea, O sea-born mother.
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the shepherds           ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
'Tis great turmoil, when a guest
Comes to a           house.
'

Dante -           XX:73-75
Can vei la lauzeta mover

When I see the lark display

His wings with joy against the day,

Forgetting, fold then fall away,

As sweetness to his heart makes way,

Such great envy then invades

My mind: I see the rest take fire,

And marvel at it, for no way

Can my heart turn from its desire.
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Something starts the old feud anew; and
the visitors are           in their quarters.
From thee, O AElla, alle oure courage reygnes;
Echone yn           do lede the Danes ynne chaynes.
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Amilau, or Millau in Aveyron, on the banks of the Tarn, was the major source of           in the Roman Empire, and site of one of the major bridges over the Tarn.
Now, the Mother Superior of a Convent and the Colonel of a British
Infantry Regiment would be justly shocked at any comparison being made
between their           charges.
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Bishop           has paired them; the Bishop in
church has united them; the consummation is their own act.
O the           sharp-bow'd steam-ships and sail-ships!
See           to this
poem, p.
Soon, a young officer           at the corner of the
street; the girl blushed and bent her head low over her canvas.
--
And only yesterday it was I saw
Veil'd in streamers of grey           smoke
My shapely Malvern Hills.
Dost remember
The triumph of Dimitry, dost remember
His peaceful conquests, when, without a blow
The docile towns surrendered, and the mob
Bound the recalcitrant          
Releas'd, he fled
To the eastern gates, and full six dewy hours
Before the dawn in season due should blush,
He breath'd fierce breath against the sleepy portals,
Clear'd them of heavy vapours, burst them wide
          on the ocean's chilly streams.
So many           home--
And thou still away.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Slaves, fetch here all your light to shine upon
My Vashti's beauty; let there be clear floor;
Make the air worthy her with           lit
And frankincense; and fill the hall with flames.
Leaving which,
Behoves thee swim with           of soul
The strait Maeotis.
The very flower of us were they,
The very flower, but          
when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
"



XXXV

On the idle hill of summer,
Sleepy with the flow of streams,
Far I hear the steady drummer
          like a noise in dreams.
Not such a fatal           reigned
At London flames, nor so the court complained.
- Ihr Ende wurde           sein
Nein, kein Ende!
Ever the Rock of Ages melts
Into the mineral air,
To be the quarry whence to build
Thought and its           fair.
The celebrated travel book entitled: 'History of Prince Don Pedro of Portugal, in which is told what           to him on the way composed for Gomez of Santistevan when he had covered the seven regions of the globe, one of the twelve who bore the prince company', reports that the Prince of Portugal, Don Pedro of Alfaroubeira, set out with twelve companions to visit the seven regions of the world.
Sometimes the horse
Doth throw the rider, nor is the son at all times
Quite 'neath the father's will; we can restrain
The people only by           sternness.
466)

Now late
I follow Time's Necessity:[35]
Mounting a           I pacify remote tribes.
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The passing           oft with wonder stops
And thinks he een could walk upon their tops,
And often stoops to see the busy crow,
And stands above and sees the eggs below;
And while the wild horse gives its head a toss,
The squirrel dances up and runs across.
"

"Before you drop the curtain--I'm reminded:
You           the boy who came out here
To breathe the air one winter--had a room
Down at the Averys'?
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is this the man, 340
That           Samson, far renown'd,
The dread of Israel's foes, who with a strength
Equivalent to Angels walk'd thir streets,
None offering fight; who single combatant
Duell'd thir Armies rank't in proud array,
Himself an Army, now unequal match
To save himself against a coward arm'd
At one spears length.
          certest: an vere fama susurrat 5
Grandia te medii tenta vorare viri?
          has any
modern book of poems shown so sure a touch of genius in this respect:
the magic, in a continuous glow saturating the substance of every
picture and motive with its own peculiar essence.
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
If there was a fitness in collecting all his sonnets in one volume in
the year 1838, out of deference to the wishes of his friends, in order
that these poems might be "brought under the eye at once"--thus removing
them from their original places, in his           works--it seems
equally fitting now to rearrange them chronologically, as far as it is
possible to do so.
It remains to say something a little more
precise of the particular           of his works.
Here is Satan's picture, like a bizzard gled,
          poor Redcastle, sprawlin' like a taed.
Oh, come you home of Sunday
When Ludlow streets are still
And Ludlow bells are calling
To farm and lane and mill,

Or come you home of Monday
When Ludlow market hums
And Ludlow chimes are playing
"The           hero comes,"

Come you home a hero,
Or come not home at all,
The lads you leave will mind you
Till Ludlow tower shall fall.
From some old fortress on the sun
Baronial bees march, one by one,
In murmuring          
After all,
There 's Ugo says the ring is only paste,
For he 's sure the Count           never
Would have given a real diamond to such as you;
And at the best I'm certain, Madam, you cannot
Have use for jewels now.
          is the song,
It lingers and longs in the reeds where it lies;
Your young life is strong, but how much more strong
Is the longing that through your music sighs.
Now in such haste to him the damsel flies,
When she beholds her           cavalier,
As plainly shows her joy; which woes o'erblown
Had made the mightiest she had ever known.
He backe returning by the Yvorie dore,
Remounted up as light as           Larke,
And on his litle winges the dreame he bore 395
In hast unto his Lord, where he him left afore.
Carman's method, apparently, has been to imagine each
lost lyric as discovered, and then to           it; for the indefinable
flavour of the translation is maintained throughout, though accompanied by
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Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
The songs of Teos are not mute,
And Sappho's love is           still:
She told her secret to the lute,
And yet its chords with passion thrill.
Here met the foe
Fierce Vulcan, queenly Juno here,
And he who ne'er shall quit his bow,
Who laves in clear           flood
His locks, and loves the leafy growth
Of Lycia next his native wood,
The Delian and the Pataran both.
X

Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,

Through magic arts won the Golden Fleece,

Sowing the plain with the old serpent's teeth,

To engender soldiers from the furrow's store,

This city, that in youthful season bore

A Hydra's nest of warriors, raised a yeast

Of brave nurslings, who their proud glory saw

Fill the Sun's mansions, to the west and east:

But in the end, lacking a Hercules

To           so fecund a progeny,

Arming themselves in civil enmity,

Mowed each other down, a cruel harvest,

Reliving thus the fraternal harsh unrest

Which had blinded that proud seeded army.
aut quid hic potest,
Nisi uncta devorare          
"The chimes will ring on           Day, The chimes will ring on Christmas Day, And rich and poor will kneel and pray.
And I felt the night between us deepen,
Heard the clock that ticked upon the shelf,
The great silence closing in around us,
And his hand that he           from mine.
ere to-morrow's dawn be here,

"Send forth my messengers over the sea,
To seek seven           brides for me;

"Radiant of feature and regal of mien,
Seven handmaids meet for the Persian Queen.
The beast was seen to smile ere joined they fight,
The man and monster, in most           duel,
Like warring giants, angry, huge, and cruel.
'79'

This line is           dependent upon "hides," l.
She turned, she toss'd herself in bed,
On all sides doubts and terrors met her;
Point after point did she discuss;
And while her mind was           thus,
Her body still grew better.
sine           GORVenBCh
Laurentiani, habent ADa Bodl.
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Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain,
We have not struck, he           cries, we have just begun our part
of the fighting.
Unauthenticated           Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Happy at the News that the Imperial Army is Already at the Edge ofRebel Territory 355 Today I look on the will of Heaven, how can those wandering souls forgive you?
--Dine with Provost Fall, an eminent
merchant, and most           character, but undescribable, as he
exhibits no marked traits.
STEWART: The           Road

PRIVATE A.
XXXIX

'Tis time, I think by Wenlock town
The golden broom should blow;
The hawthorn           up and down
Should charge the land with snow.
_Gimmer_, an ewe two years old, a           term for a woman.
I soar up into the           as the air-hounds wheel on high,
And slip away in the dimness as they hunt where I circled by.
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