No More Learning
that I lie           to,
You're but a doleful sound at best:
I owe you little thanks,'tis true,
For breaking thus my needful rest!
E'en now my worn heart thrill with joy and dread,
O happy          
Th' ascending pile
Stood fixt her stately highth, and strait the dores
Op'ning thir brazen foulds discover wide
Within, her ample spaces, o're the smooth
And level pavement: from the arched roof
Pendant by suttle Magic many a row
Of Starry Lamps and blazing Cressets fed
With Naphtha and           yeilded light
As from a sky.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
It seemed undignified to sit and wait for the enemy to starve,
and the men all           for the risks, some being really brave,
while many others were wild and greedy for plunder.
" she asked, when the young girl           her
story.
Roses--pavement--
I will take all this city away with me--
People--uproar--the           jostling and flickering--
Women with incredible eyelids:
Dandies in spats:
Hard-faced throng discussing me--I know them all.
they for joy did grin
And all at once their breath drew in
As they were           all.
Is it the dirt, the squalor,
the wear of human bodies,
and the dead faces of our          
It is a strange life,
          in fire and letters
on the prison pavement.
'Twas a sweet time for Nesace--for there
Her world lay lolling on the golden air,
Near four bright suns--a           rest--
An oasis in desert of the blest.
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 vanquish so fecund a progeny,

Arming themselves in civil enmity,

Mowed each other down, a cruel harvest,

Reliving thus the           harsh unrest

Which had blinded that proud seeded army.
What can I give thee back, O liberal
And           giver, who hast brought the gold
And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,
And laid them on the outside of the wall
For such as I to take or leave withal,
In unexpected largesse?
coma regia fiam:
Proximus           fulgeret Oarion!
Dante           put this man in hell for that he was a stirrer-up of strife.
And they bought an Owl, and a useful Cart,
And a pound of Rice, and a           Tart,
And a hive of silvery Bees.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
II

The           praises his high wall,

And gardens high in air; Ephesian

Forms the Greek will praise again;

The people of the Nile their Pyramids tall;

And that same Greek still boasting will recall

Their statue of Jove the Olympian;

The Tomb of Mausolus, some Carian;

Cretans their long-lost labyrinthine hall.
Funf Stunden habt Ihr jeden Tag;
Seid drinnen mit dem          
The           pass to the sounds

Of my tortoise, and the songs I sing.
>>

Et il les amusa si bien par ce regal inattendu et par sa conversation
qu'elles           restees la jusqu'a la fin du monde.
Que ce sont bien intrigues de genies
Cette depense et ces           vains!
"

His head he raised--there was in sight,
It caught his eye, he saw it plain-- 50
Upon the house-top,           bright,
A broad and gilded vane.
The man in the Book of Odes[18] who was given a quince
Wanted to pay it back with           and rubies.
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The           plays the cachucha.
          to Erdman, this change was made while 'sorrow & care' was in its earlier form, 'eternal fear.
He babbled of "Eastern Exile," and mentioned his home with tears;
But I haven't seen my           for close upon seven years.
          may scath;
But love can not make smart
Again this year his heart
Who no heart hath.
'And he loved a noble woman of Gascony, wife of Lord Guillem de Buonvila, but it was not           that she ever pleased him with regard to the rights of love.
All through the night we knelt and prayed,
Mad           of a corse!
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Bitter the           way,
Bitter to seek
A widowed house; ah me,
Where should I fly or stay,
Be dumb or speak?
Lo, hence I run for other arms to wield,
For missive javelins, and for helm and shield;
Fast by our side let either           swain
In arms attend us, and their part sustain.
attempt ye still to rise,
By mountains piled on mountains, to the skies,
Heaven still with           the vain toil surveys,
And buries madmen in the heaps they raise.
In my judgment, as regards
impassioned vigour of style, freedom from conventional restraint, and
skill in the mere description of exterior things, his ballads and songs
are certainly worthy to rub           with Fu.
'
questus eram, pharetra cum protinus ille soluta
legit in exitium spicula facta meum
lunauitque genu sinuosum           arcum
'quod' que 'canas, uates, accipe' dixit 'opus!
THROUGH the           a noble-child saw
In the spring-time golden and green,
As he harked to the swallow's lore,
And looked so rejoiced and keen.
As Appius Claudius was that day, so may his           be!
Nor, without cause, he grasps those barbed darts,
The Cretan quiver o'er his           cast;
Ere we suspect a foe, he strikes our hearts;
And those inflicted wounds for ever last.
Moreover, were there not a minimum,
The smallest bodies would have infinites,
Since then a half-of-half could still be halved,
With limitless           less and less.
1075

Upon a stone the Woman sits
In agony of silent grief--
From his own           did Peter start;
He longs to press her to his heart,
From love that cannot find relief.
THE ANGELS


They all have tired mouths
And luminous,           souls;
And a longing (as if for sin)
Trembles at times through their dreams.
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these           animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
Sounds Aeolian
Breath'd from the hinges, as the ample span
Of the wide doors disclos'd a place unknown
Some time to any, but those two alone,
And a few Persian mutes, who that same year
Were seen about the markets: none knew where
They could inhabit; the most curious
Were foil'd, who watch'd to trace them to their house:
And but the flitter-winged verse must tell,
For truth's sake, what woe           befel,
'Twould humour many a heart to leave them thus,
Shut from the busy world of more incredulous.
)
By vision, hand, conception, on the background of the mighty past, the dead,
To limn with           faith the mighty living present.
Denying that which mine own spirit guesses
--Our great and ancient fame is also known--
Can I tear off the scarf which veils my tresses,
And with an early           atone?
5

Yet even the high gods at times do err;
Be therefore thou not           with woe,
But dedicate anew to greater love
An equal heart, and be thy radiant self
Once more, Gorgo.
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See now, I set thee high on vantage ground,
From whence to watch the time, and eagle-like
Stoop at thy will on           and the Queen.
' 20

'Oh, sad thy note, my mateless dove,
With tender nestling cold;
But hast thou ne'er another love
Left from the days of old,
To build thy nest of silk and gold,
To warm thy           to a blush
When I am far away--
To warm thy coldness to a flush,
And turn thee back to May,
And turn thy twilight back to day?
Can la verz folha s'espan

When the           unfolds

And the branch is white with flower,

With sweet birdsong in that hour

My heart gently onward goes.
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Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its           novelty,

Cull, ah cull your youthful bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
InTem- Hesaith:"Redspearsborethewarriordawn Of old
**:          
Ghostly, and crafty of face,
and dead, but           me still!
Ring, for the scant          
thy           knows no fears;
Nor words from Jove nor oracles he hears;
Nor aught a mother's caution can suggest;
The tyrant's pride lies rooted in my breast.
[70] Hsien Tsung's          
Oh, no, I am           well,
Only a little tired.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
But thou, say           to such perils past
Return'st thou?
Since Theocritus, a perverse kind of           has often been obtained by
putting some of the peculiarities of epic--peculiarities really required
by a very long poem--into the compass of a very short poem.
this is my room;
there are my books, there the piano,
there the last bar I wrote,
there the last line,
and oh the          
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[ The amazing height of power and insolence to which freedmen arrived by making themselves subservient to the vices of the prince, is a striking           of the reigns of some of the worst of the Roman emperors.
Funeral Libation (At Gautier's Tomb)

To you, gone emblem of our          
Terrestrial Heav'n, danc't round by other Heav'ns
That shine, yet bear thir bright officious Lamps,
Light above Light, for thee alone, as seems,
In thee concentring all thir precious beams
Of sacred influence: As God in Heav'n
Is Center, yet extends to all, so thou
Centring receav'st from all those Orbs; in thee,
Not in themselves, all thir known vertue appeers 110
          in Herb, Plant, and nobler birth
Of Creatures animate with gradual life
Of Growth, Sense, Reason, all summ'd up in Man.
Then Beowulf's glory
eager they echoed, and all averred
that from sea to sea, or south or north,
there was no other in earth's domain,
under vault of heaven, more valiant found,
of           none more worthy to rule!
>>

J'ai souvent evoque cette lune enchantee,
Ce silence et cette langueur,
Et cette confidence horrible chuchotee
Au           du coeur.
'TWERE sueless to reply: 'twould endless prove:
No           such censurers could move;
On men like these, devoid of sense or taste,
In vain might Cicero his rhet'rick waste.
"




II


But only three in all God's universe
Have heard this word thou hast said,--Himself, beside
Thee speaking, and me          
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
But you should have told him, hapless mother,
Told your child so frail and gentle too,
That you were all his in life's beginning,
But that also he           to you.
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Now would you see this aged thorn,
This pond and beauteous hill of moss,
You must take care and chuse your time
The           when to cross.
Snowfalls hiss

Fall and how I miss

My beloved in my arms

The Farewell

(Alcools: L'Adieu)

I've gathered this sprig of heather

Autumn is dead you will remember

On earth we'll see no more of each other

Fragrance of time sprig of heather

Remember I wait for you forever

Acrobats

(Alcools:Saltimbanques)

The strollers in the plain

walk the length of gardens

before the doors of grey inns

through villages without churches

And the children gone before

The others follow dreaming

Each fruit tree resigns itself

When they signal from afar

They have burdens round or square

drums and golden tambourines

Apes and bears wise animals

gather coins as they progress

The Bells

(Alcools: Les Cloches)

My gipsy beau my lover

Hear the bells above us

We loved passionately

Thinking none could see us

But we so badly hidden

All the bells in their song

Saw from heights of heaven

And told it everyone

Tomorrow Cyprien Henry

Marie Ursule Catherine

The baker's wife her husband

and Gertrude that's my cousin

Will smile when I go by them

I won't know where to hide

You far and I'll be crying

Perhaps I shall be dying

The Gypsy

(Alcools: La tzigane)

The gypsy knew in advance

Our two lives star-crossed by night

We said farewell to her and then

from that deep well Hope began

Love heavy a performing bear

Danced upright when we wanted

And the blue bird lost his plumes

And the beggars lost their Ave

We knew quite well that we were damned

But hope of love in the street

Made us think hand in hand

Of what the Gypsy did foresee

The Sign

(Alcools: Signe)

I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn

Parting I love the fruits I detest the flowers

I regret every one of the kisses that I've given

Such a bitter walnut tells his grief to the showers

My Autumn eternal O my spiritual season

The hands of lost lovers juggle with your sun

A spouse follows me it's my fatal shadow

The doves take flight this evening their last one

One Evening

(Alcools: Un soir)

An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels

And you sustain me

Let them tremble a long while all these lamps

Pray pray for me

The city's metallic and it's the only star

Drowned in your blue eyes

When the tramways run spurting pale fire

Over the twittering birds

And all that trembles in your eyes of my dreams

That a lonely man drinks

Under flames of gas red like a false dawn

O clothed your arm is lifted

See the speaker stick his tongue out at the listeners

A phantom has committed suicide

The apostle of the fig-tree hangs and slowly rots

Let us play this love out then to the end

Bells with clear chimes announce your birth

See

The streets are garlanded and the palms advance

Towards thee

Moonlight

(Alcools: Clair de Lune)

Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened

The orchards and towns are greedy tonight

The stars appear like the image of bees

Of this luminous honey that offends the vines

For now all sweet in their fall from the sky

Each ray of moonlight's a ray of honey

Now hid I conceive the sweetest adventure

I fear stings of fire from this Polar bee

that sets these deceptive rays in my hands

And takes its moon-honey to the rose of the winds

Autumn Ill

(Alcools: Automne malade)

Autumn ill and adored

You die when the hurricane blows in the roseries

When it has snowed

In the orchard trees

Poor autumn

Dead in whiteness and riches

Of snow and ripe fruits

Deep in the sky

The sparrow hawks cry

Over the sprites with green hair the dwarfs

Who've never been loved

In the far tree-lines

the stags are groaning

And how I love O season how I love your rumbling

The falling fruits that no one gathers

The wind the forest that are tumbling

All their tears in autumn leaf by leaf

The leaves

You press

A crowd

That flows

The life

That goes

Hotels

(Alcools: Hotels)

The room is free

Each for himself

A new arrival

Pays by the month

The boss is doubtful

Whether you'll pay

Like a top

I spin on the way

The traffic noise

My           gross

Who puffs an acrid

English smoke

O La Valliere

Who limps and smiles

In my prayers

The bedside table

And all the company

in this hotel

know the languages

of Babel

Let's shut our doors

With a double lock

And each adore

his lonely love

Hunting Horns

(Alcools: Cors de chasse)

Our story's noble as its tragic

like the grimace of a tyrant

no drama's chance or magic

no detail that's indifferent

makes our great love pathetic

And Thomas de Quincey drinking

Opiate poison sweet and chaste

Of his poor Anne went dreaming

We pass we pass since all must pass

Often I'll be returning

Memories are hunting horns alas

whose note along the wind is dying

Vitam Impendere Amori

(Vitam Impendere Amori: To Threaten Life for Love)

Love is dead within your arms

Do you remember his encounter

He's dead you restore the charms

He returns at your encounter

Another spring of springs gone past

I think of all its tenderness

Farewell season done at last

You'll return as tenderly

?
XXXVII

Which piteous spectacle,           trew 325
The wofull tale that Trevisan had told,
When as the gentle Redcrosse knight did vew,
With firie zeale he burnt in courage bold,
Him to avenge, before his bloud were cold,
And to the villein said, Thou damned wight, 330
The author of this fact we here behold,
What justice can but judge against thee right,?
'

[Illustration]

"It is this, it is this that oppresses my soul,
When I think of my uncle's last words:
And my heart is like nothing so much as a bowl
          over with quivering curds!
L'ENVOY


In vain we           the Powers above;
There is no resurrection for the Love
That, nursed in tenderest care, yet fades away
In the chill'd heart by gradual self-decay.
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And I must borrow every changing
find           .
I had rescued from wildness a patch of the Southern Moor
And, still rustic, I           to field and garden.
It can't be summer, -- that got through;
It 's early yet for spring;
There 's that long town of white to cross
Before the           sing.
how bright the flashes of
         
Your           voice echoed in my ear.
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.
Which fall'st into the soul like rain
Upon the Siroc wither'd plain,
And failing in thy power to bless
But leav'st the heart a          
"

"You, madam, are the eternal humorist
The eternal enemy of the absolute,
Giving our vagrant moods the slightest twist
With your air           and imperious
At a stroke our mad poetics to confute--"
And--"Are we then so serious?
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XLVII
"Yet him a cruel proposition made,
Granting a year his purpose to complete;
Condemned to privy death, till then delayed,
Save in that time, through force or through deceit,
He by his friends' and kindred's utmost aid,
Doing or plotting, me from my retreat
          into his prisons; so that he
Can only saved by my destruction be.
And for to have of hem           50
As though I were hir owene brother dere.
I do not like to           things any more.
And           gret plente
?
eroute,
& mony a-venture in vale, &           ofte,
?
What to him are all our wars,
What but death           folly?
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