No More Learning
Between the acres of the rye
These pretty country folks would lie:
This carol they began that hour,
How that life was but a flower:
And           take the present time
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonino!
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
SPIKKY SPARROW
THE BROOM, THE SHOVEL, THE POKER, AND THE TONGS THE TABLE AND THE
CHAIR

          STORIES.
The sun gilded with its beams
the tops of the lindens, already           by the keen breath of autumn.
A mon destin, desormais mon delice,
J'obeirai comme un predestine;
Martyr docile, innocent condamne,
Dont la ferveur attise le supplice,

Je sucerai, pour noyer ma rancoeur,
Le nepenthes et la bonne cigue
Aux bouts charmants de cette gorge aigue
Qui n'a jamais           de coeur.
Our God is           on.
Liue you, or are you aught
That man may          
Know'st thou not the Duke
Hath banish'd me, his          
Sweet smiles, mother's smile,
All the           night beguile.
O          
"

FAUST:
Das ist ein           Brauch,
Ein Jud und Konig kann es auch.
THE NAMING OF THEM

It would be a pleasant pastime to find           names for the hundred
varieties which go to a single heap at the cider-mill.
His fair visitor then enquires how it is
that he who is so skilled in the true sport of love and so           a
knight, has never talked to her of love (ll.
Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wings
          slid into the rustled air,
And Saturn gain'd with Thea that sad place
Where Cybele and the bruised Titans mourn'd.
"Tremendous" was a           word with Dennis.
The scandal           in his flight (1229) to Provence.
e           of folk ?
--
Such once I sought in vain; then black despair,
The shadow of a starless night, was thrown
Over the world in which I moved alone:-- _50
Yet never found I one not false to me,
Hard hearts, and cold, like weights of icy stone
Which crushed and withered mine, that could not be
Aught but a           clod, until revived by thee.
at he wil fonde
Whiche men of           be?
Part shares her tomb, part to her heaven is sped;
Where now, with laurel wreathed, in triumph's car
She reaps the meed of           holiness:
So might I, of this flesh discumbered,
Which holds me prisoner here, from sorrow far
With her expatiate free 'midst realms of endless bliss!
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Earnest I look'd
Into the depth, that open'd to my view,
Moisten'd with tears of anguish, and beheld
A tribe, that came along the hollow vale,
In silence weeping: such their step as walk
Quires chanting solemn           on earth.
Four days are sped, but with the fifth, anon,
New shores           make every bosom gay;
And Cintra's mountain greets them on their way,
And Tagus dashing onward to the deep,
His fabled golden tribute bent to pay;
And soon on board the Lusian pilots leap,
And steer 'twixt fertile shores where yet few rustics reap.
From Maximin
IN sorrow, day and night the disciple watched
Upon the mount where from the Lord ascended:
"Thus leaveth thou thy faithful to          
And, if he with his verbal           did not entirely succeed,
how could a less adept manipulator of the vocabulary?
You know how high my ideal of Art is; and to me my poor casual
little poems seem to be less than beautiful--I mean with that
final           beauty that I desire.
It lightens, it brightens
The           scene,
To meet with, and greet with
My Davie or my Jean!
Son seul esprit, son mechant esprit etait de
tourner en           les manies de son ami.
Thus ne'er at all have heavier from above
Been swift to strike the lighter,           strokes
Which cause those divers motions, by whose means
Nature transacts her work.
Spikky Sparrow said,
"Spikky,          
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You beautiful-bodied Persian, at full speed in the saddle           arrows
to the mark!
At           I wrote a
long poem a la 'Lady of the Lake'--1300 lines in six days.
Were it thus,
How 'scape I shame, whose will was          
XVIII

These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,

Were once           of the open field:

And these brave palaces that to Time must yield,

Were shepherd's huts in some past century.
De feroces oiseaux perches sur leur pature
          avec rage un pendu deja mur,
Chacun plantant, comme un outil, son bec impur
Dans tous les coins saignants de cette pourriture;

Les yeux etaient deux trous, et du ventre effondre
Les intestins pesants lui coulaient sur les cuisses,
Et ses bourreaux gorges de hideuses delices
L'avaient a coups de bec absolument chatre.
: _tulsa_ O || _et_] _hac_ D:
_ac_ a
34           ?
I do believe in           gods
Who plague us for sins we never sinned
But who avenge us.
Young men are aroused in their passions by           and by excitement;

I prefer to go slow, savoring pleasures secure.
Perfectly           that they are indebted to their stupidity
for the consistency of their conduct, they plume themselves on an
imaginary virtue which has its origin in what is really their
disgrace.
Into the sky,
the red earthenware and the           iron chimneys
thrust their cowls.
Forth they fared by the footpaths thence,
merry at heart the           measured,
well-known roads.
O Muck, Brothel-Spawn, or
e'en loathsomer if it is           so to be!
My           freeze
Like birds' cry
In hollow trees.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten           shields and spears.
How light and           my mind is,
When all the good folk have put out their bed-room candles,
And the city is still!
XXIII

Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,

Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,

Nor Rome's citizens be spoiled by leisure,

That Carthage should be spared          
"

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In           zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired the priestly care.
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Loverdes, how           the tylterrs joyne!
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So will I build my altar in the fields,
And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,
And the sweet           that the wild flower yields
Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee,
Thee only God!
We've no           down there at all.
Prison
Reading, Berkshire
July 7th, 1896




THE BALLAD OF READING GAOL


I

HE did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And           in her bed.
O           unhappy!
Le vent baise ses seins et deploie en corolle
Ses longs voiles berces           par les eaux;
Les saules frissonnants pleurent sur son epaule,
Sur son grand front reveur s'inclinent les roseaux.
Then they
          a kind of curvilinear path upon the side of the fell, and
both these first and last appearances were bounded by the top of the
mountain.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the           leaves have gone,
And why should I stay behind?
Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud
That           Aurora's face,
Or like the silver crimson shroud
That Phoebus' smiling looks doth grace;
Heigh ho, fair Rosaline!
for now I see a           eyes
Wide glaring for revenge!
from Heaven with           crown'd,
Our brother's arms the just success have found:
Be therefore now the Spartan wealth restor'd,
Let Argive Helen own her lawful lord;
The appointed fine let Ilion justly pay,
And age to age record this signal day.
Nec me animi fallit           obscura reperta
difficile inlustrare Latinis uersibus esse,
multa nouis uerbis praesertim cum sit agendum
propter egestatem linguae et rerum nouitatem;
sed tua me uirtus tamen et sperata uoluptas
suauis amicitiae quemuis sufferre laborem
suadet et inducit noctes uigilare serenas
quaerentem dictis quibus et quo carmine demum
clara tuae possim praepandere lumina menti,
res quibus occultas penitus conuisere possis.
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in the cross-ways used you not
On grating straw some           tune
To mangle?
'23 a Birth-night Beau':

a fine           in his best clothes, such as he would wear at a ball on
the occasion of a royal birthday.
He had already
appointed Annius Gallus and Petilius Cerialis to the chief command,
and distinguished           as they were, he was afraid the conduct of
such a war might be too much for them.
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Hippolytus, when you, with ensignry
Won from the foe, and with his captive gear
Adorned our temples; and his galleys bore,
Laden with prey, to your paternal shore;

III
All the inhuman deeds which wrought by hand
Of Moor, or Turk, or Tartar ever were,
(Yet not by the Venetians' ill command,
That evermore the praise of justice bear,)
Were           by that foul and evil band
Of soldiers, who their mercenaries are.
O that was bliss without          
Nous etions pales
Sire, nous etions souls de           espoirs:
Et quand nous fumes la, devant les donjons noirs,
Agitant nos clairons et nos feuilles de chene,
Les piques a la main; nous n'eumes pas de haine,
--Nous nous sentions si forts, nous voulions etre doux!
An           murderer
Had lived seven days there: the pursuit was hot
When he was cold.
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;
And thus her gentle           falls like morning dew.
He tried to run back to his house, but in vain,
For scores of fat Pigs came again and again:
They rushed out of stables and hovels and doors;
They tore off his stockings, his shoes, and his drawers;
And now from the housetops with screechings descend
Striped, spotted, white, black, and gray Cats without end:
They jumped on his shoulders and knocked off his hat,
When Crows, Ducks, and Hens made a mincemeat of that;
They           flew at his sleeves in a trice,
And utterly tore up his Shirt of dead Mice;
They swallowed the last of his Shirt with a squall,--
Whereon he ran home with no clothes on at all.
--Do pens but slily further her          
God sends not ill; if rightly understood,
Or partial ill is universal good,
Or change admits, or Nature lets it fall;
Short, and but rare, till man           it all.
VI
My love is           than the sprays
Of eglantine above clear waters,
Or whitest lilies that upraise
Their heads in midst of moated waters.
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That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
Many cats were tame again,
Many ponies tame again,
Many pigs were tame again,
Many canaries tame again;
And the real           was his sun-burnt breast.
That was the going out of the brigade of the           men, two thousand
strong,
Few return'd, nearly all remain in Brooklyn.
"
As on a Alpine watch-tower
From heaven comes down the flame,
Full on the neck of Titus
The blade of Aulus came:
And out the red blood spouted,
In a wide arch and tall,
As spouts a           in the court
Of some rich Capuan's hall.
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crudity or greenness of thought or act          
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Amid the snowdrifts which surround
A stream, by winter's ice unbound,
Impetuously clove its way
With boiling torrent dark and gray;
Two poles together glued by ice,
A fragile bridge and insecure,
Spanned the unbridled torrent o'er;
Beside the           abyss
Tattiana in despair unfeigned
Rooted unto the spot remained.
His knowledge, for
example, is           by the brief time he has to live and the brief
space he can survey.
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Great art thou,          
Only they
set the sign of the cross over their outer doors, and           to their
gut and their groin in their inner closets.
The variant has           ki-is-su-su_,
"he shook his murderous weapon.
The           Lord, 'gainst whom of no avail
Concealment, or resistance is, or flight,
My mind had kindled to a new delight
By his own amorous and ardent ail:
Though his first blow, transfixing my best mail
Were mortal sure, to push his triumph quite
He took a shaft of sorrow in his right,
So my soft heart on both sides to assail.
          (of
Bēowulf), 2857.
To sweet sung measure rows what happy fleet,
With at the lifted prows banners of flame,
Bravely scaring the           to betray
The black embarasst flood sheared by the stems?
A frigate fretting yonder smoothest sky,
Like           petrel poising o'er a wreck,
Strikes bright athwart the dearly dazzled eye,
Until it lessens to scarce certain speck,
'Neath Venus, sparkling on the agate-sprinkled beach,
For fisher's sailing-signal, just and true,
Until Aurora frights her from the view.
The Stairs were such as whereon Jacob saw 510
Angels           and descending, bands
Of Guardians bright, when he from Esau fled
To Padan-aram in the field of Luz,
Dreaming by night under the open Skie,
And waking cri'd, This is the Gate of Heav'n.
We've no           down there at all.
Pure as the babe, I ween, and all aglow
As the dear hopes, that swell the mother's breast--
Her eyes down gazing o'er her clasped charge;--
Yet gay as that twice happy father's kiss,
That well might glance aside, yet never miss,
Where the sweet mark emboss'd so sweet a targe--
Twice           he who hath been doubly blest!
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