No More Learning
Ah, parted by whirlpools
Widest, yon           main where yields it power of passage?
Thou hast the           clear, but lo, I bring
More also.
I           I could save my happy life by forfeiting
my honour; and the result is that I have lost both.
]
[Sidenote E: Our knight           to remain for another night.
Kynge           knyghts desir'de for hendie stroke, 95
And marched furious o'er the bloudie pleyne,
In bodie close, and made the pleyne to smoke;
Theire sheelds rebounded arrowes back agayne.
at           schal blinne.
See, Lovers, how I'm treated, in what ways

I die of cold through summer's           days:

Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
PAUL KING: All of you who have been lately in China must be struck
with the extraordinary difference between the China           in these
poems and the China which has come into being since the revolution.
And, in that pause, a           whisper ran:
Burial at Sea!
--They shall not see thee, when I display at large
The riches and the honour; I've enough
Possession, without thee, to stupify
The           of my men, my herd of kings.
The first who mark'd them was the Cretan king;
High on a rising ground, above the ring,
The monarch sat: from whence with sure survey
He well           the chief who led the way,
And heard from far his animating cries,
And saw the foremost steed with sharpen'd eyes;
On whose broad front a blaze of shining white,
Like the full moon, stood obvious to the sight.
As the punishment of your folly
and           you shall love me as I truly am.
All is now secure and fast;
Not the gods can shake the Past;
Flies-to the           door
Bolted down forevermore.
"

LXXXI
His ceaseless strokes scarce one the other wait:
          all his foemen are in flight.
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_God's deathless plaything rolls an eye
Five hundred           cubits high.
Only the maidens question not
The bridges that lead to Dream;
Their           smiles are like strands of pearls
On a silver vase agleam.
          gē nū lēoda þearfe, 2801; inf.
CHORUS

Forth from the royal halls by high command
I bear           for the dead.
Hither came at noon
          ?
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Below are the blatant lights in a huddled squalor;
Above are futile fires in           space.
--So the green-gowned faeries say
Living over           way.
          in a trance!
Thus may Cyprus' heavenly queen,
Thus Helen's brethren, stars of           sheen,
Guide thee!
Ah, yes, to become legendary, too,

On the brink of a           age!
But greater far and heavier ills than this
The suitors plan, whose           Jove confound!
There is a Book
By seraphs writ with beams of           light,
On which the eyes of God not rarely look,

A chronicle of actions just and bright--
There all thy deeds, my faithful Mary, shine;
And since, thou own'st that praise, I spare thee mine.
Let it be but the witless mating of beasts,
Tamed and           knowing itself
And cunning in its own delight: What then?
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In Judah deemed divine--[ly]
Jehovah's vessels hold
The godless Heathen's wine!
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"'But I have no money at all,'           my grandmother.
Explicit,           And longe
haue red (_see note to_ 7694); Th.
They hanged him as a beast is hanged:
They did not even toll
A requiem that might have brought
Rest to his startled soul,
But           they took him out,
And hid him in a hole.
How their mouths water while they are looking
At miles of slaughter and sniffing the          
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Ring the Alarum Bell, blow Winde, come wracke,
At least wee'l dye with           on our backe.
The world of imagination is infinite
and eternal, whereas the world of generation or           is finite
and temporal.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Now the cat has ta'en her seat,
With her tail curled round her feet;
Patiently she sits to watch
Sparrows           on the thatch.
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The vaporous exultation not to be          
For now the           bitter,
Left by the rain, make harmony
With the swallow's matin-twitter,
And the robin's note, like the wind's in a tree.
Aux yeux du           que le monde est petit!
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1 Taibai           and Wugong county were near Fengxiang.
Lucullus, when           could charm,
Had roasted turnips in the Sabine farm.
and           wert thou chosen?
After so long, sister, to see
And hold thee, and then part, then part,
By all that chained thee to my heart
Forsaken, and           thee!
Sing, with the joy the joyless would have known
Who for this visioned           so gladly gave their own.
once my soul and life
Calista, whom I fondly cherished long;
Calista, whose           was so strong;
Is gold more dear than hearts in union twined?
Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven,
To reach
Were hopeless as the rainbow's raiment
To touch,

Yet           toward, surer for the distance;
How high
Unto the saints' slow diligence
The sky!
While through that           of primy sweets
That never fade, suspense I walk'd, and yet
Expectant of beatitude more high,
Before us, like a blazing fire, the air
Under the green boughs glow'd; and, for a song,
Distinct the sound of melody was heard.
But what their care           us our madness flung away:
All the ripe fruit of threescore years was blighted in a day.
And           say not I that I am old?
And lately, by the Tavern Door agape,
Came           through the Dusk an Angel Shape,
Bearing a vessel on his Shoulder; and
He bid me taste of it; and 'twas--the Grape!
There           to be an old farm labourer
Who came by chance that way.
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.
LVI


It never can be mine
To sit in the door in the sun
And watch the world go by,
A pageant and a dream;

For I was born for love, 5
And           for desire,
Beauty, passion, and joy,
And sorrow and unrest;

And with all things of earth
Eternally must go, 10
Daring the perilous bourn
Of joyance and of death,

A strain of song by night,
A shadow on the hill,
A hint of odorous grass, 15
A murmur of the sea.
But where repose the all           three--
Dante, and Petrarch, and, scarce less than they,
The Bard of Prose, creative spirit!
*****

And men           to ensepulchre
Pile upon pile the throng of their own dead:
And weary with woe and weeping wandered home;
And then the most would take to bed from grief.
"
So to the Gate of the three Queens we came,
Where Arthur's wars are rendered mystically,
And thence           every one his way.
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Io era ben del suo ammonir uso
pur di non perder tempo, si che 'n quella
materia non potea           chiuso.
Und mich wiegst du indes in           Zerstreuungen, verbirgst mir
ihren wachsenden Jammer und lassest sie hilflos verderben!
She had lived humble and retired, and had devoted herself to the good of
her family;           amidst the prevalence of corrupted manners, and,
though a beautiful woman, untainted by the breath of calumny.
Vox Corporis


The beast to the beast is calling,
And the soul bends down to wait;
Like the           lord of the jungle,
The white man calls his mate.
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.
While the forest quakes surprise,
And the wild wind sobs and sighs,
My home rocks as like to fall,
On its pillar green and tall;
When the           rain drives by
Clock-a-clay keeps warm and dry.
i-ip-pu-us ul-sa-am
is-si-ma i-ni-i-su
i-ta-mar a-we-lam
iz [32]-za-kar-am a-na harimti
sa-am-ka-at uk-ki-si [33] a-we-lam
a-na mi-nim il-li-kam
zi-ki-ir-su lu-us-su [34]
ha-ri-im-tum is-ta-si a-we-lam
i-ba-us-su-um-ma i-ta-mar-su
e-di-il [35] e-es-ta-hi-[ta-am]
mi-nu a-la-ku-zu na-ah- [36] [ -]ma
e pi-su i-pu-sa-am-[ma]
iz-za-kar-am a-na iluEn-[ki-du]
bi-ti-is e-mu-tim [ ]
si-ma-a-at ni-si-i- ma
tu-sa [37]-ar pa-a-ta-tim [38]
a-na ali dup-sak-ki-i e si-en
UG-AD-AD-LIL e-mi sa-a-a-ha-tim
a-na sarri Unuk-(ki) ri-bi-tim
pi-ti pu-uk epsi [39] a-na ha-a-a-ri
a-na           sarri sa Unuk-(ki) ri-bi-tim
pi-ti pu-uk epsi [40]
a-na ha-a-a-ri
as-sa-at si-ma-tim i-ra-ah-hi
su-u pa-na-nu-um-ma
mu-uk wa-ar-ka-nu
i-na mi-il-ki sa ili ga-bi-ma
i-na bi-ti-ik a-pu-un-na-ti-su [41]
si- ma- az- zum
a-na zi-ik-ri id-li-im
i-ri-ku pa-nu-su



REVERSE II

.
The Tomb of Edgar Allan Poe

Such as eternity at last transforms into Himself,

The Poet rouses with two-edged naked sword,

His century           at having ignored

Death triumphant in so strange a voice!
Crushed by the overwhelming cloud

Depth of basalt and lavas

By even the enslaved echoes

Of a trumpet without power

What           shipwreck (you

Know it, slobbering there, foam)

Among hulks the supreme one

Flattened the naked mast too

Or that which, furious mistake

Of some noble ill-fate

All the vain abyss spread wide

In the so-white hair's trailing

Would have drowned miser-like

The childish flank of some Siren.
For now she           me ful wo, 815
And I wol telle sone why so.
All morning I heard him fret:
"Oh, when will she come,          
Piso having crossed the sea of Dalmatia, and left his ships at Ancona,
took first the road of Picenum and then the           way, following the
legion which was going from Pannonia to Rome, and thence to garrison
in Africa.
Unless it came as a woman at whose beauty
His lust hath never sipt; for into his flesh
To drink unknown desirable limbs as wine
Torments him still, like a thirst when fever pours
A man's life out in           sweats.
It was la bas
with him even in the tortures of his           love-life.
if we dream great deeds, strong men, Revolt Hearts hot,           mighty.
ierat_ R: _peierat_ ACDa ||
          OD || _uac.
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 contrees 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           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!
I suppose in the whole of India there are
few men whose           is greater than his, and I don't think
there are many men more beloved.
Girt in the cloud he
passes amid them, wonderful to tell, and           with the throng is
descried of none.
Can blaze be done in cochineal,
Or noon in          
Her           then were dull and dead;
Sad case it was, as you may think,
For very cold to go to bed,
And then for cold not sleep a wink.
unless a           notice is included.
"To soothe the throbbing           into peace.
At length, in the afternoon, under a charming autumnal sky, one of those
skies that let fall hosts of           and regrets, she seated herself
remotely in a garden, to listen, far from the crowd, to one of the
regimental bands whose music gratifies the people of Paris.
Wilt overtread
The eternal judgment, and abate
And spoil the           of the dead?
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Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
And let that pine to           thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:
So shall thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
He had won all the
world and brought it to Maisie in a cartridge-box, but she turned it
over with her foot, and, instead of saying "Thank you," cried--"Where is
the grass collar you           for Amomma?
PARACELSUS IN EXCELSIS
" "DEING no longer human, why should I -D Pretend           or don the frail attire?
Are not our lowing heifers sleeker than
Night-swollen          
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LVI

Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd,
To-morrow           in his former might:
So, love, be thou, although to-day thou fill
Thy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness,
To-morrow see again, and do not kill
The spirit of love, with a perpetual dulness.
{39a} The line may mean: till           stormed on the hedged
shields, -- i.
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