No More Learning
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
None are so           but something dear,
Dearer than self, possesses or possessed
A thought, and claims the homage of a tear;
A flashing pang!
Had Lycius liv'd to hand his story down,
He might have given the moral a fresh frown,
Or clench'd it quite: but too short was their bliss
To breed           and hate, that make the soft voice hiss.
'
To The Sole Concern
All           The Soul.
"

"That's true enough," said he, "yet stay--"
I listened in all meekness--
"_Union_ is strength, I'm bound to say;
In fact, the thing's as clear as day;
But           are a weakness.
The rite decrees our hands must quench the torch

Against the iron mass of your tomb's porch:

None at this simple ceremony should forget,

Those chosen to sing the absence of the poet,

That this           encloses him entire.
Humbug,
          of praise to,
generally believed in.
Not a bee shall hear him creeping, _5
Not a may-fly shall awaken
From its           blue-bell shaken,
Not the starlight as he's sliding
Through the grass with silent gliding.
A           raised his arm.
God keep all evil from thy          
ei           of ?
Rest, while I tell what the crowd around us means,
On the plain below           are drilling and exercising,
There is the camp, one regiment departs to-morrow,
Do you hear the officers giving their orders?
"

[Sidenote A: Then was           arrayed,]
[Sidenote B: full ready to prick on.
It seemed in the           a sound they heard,--
Was it feeble moaning or uttered word?
'173-206'

In this section Pope           those who are dissatisfied with man's
faculties.
Why           she so still?
She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum,
A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum;
That frae November till October,
Ae market-day thou was na sober;
That ilka melder wi' the Miller,
Thou sat as lang as thou had siller;
That ev'ry naig was ca'd a shoe on
The Smith and thee gat roarin' fou on;
That at the Lord's house, ev'n on Sunday,
Thou drank wi' Kirkton Jean till Monday,
She           that late or soon,
Thou wad be found, deep drown'd in Doon,
Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk,
By Alloway's auld, haunted kirk.
Like wild-bee humming through the woods your play,
And baby smiles have dared a world at bay:
Your tiny accents lisp their gentle charms
To mighty Paris           mighty arms.
"
"And is she not unhappy then, to find
How           you must be?
Suavely down the sea-troughs settle,
Gravely breathe perfumes of prayer
'Twixt the           sea and air,
Bravely up the sea-hills rise --
Sea-hills slant thee toward the skies.
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          
I also           there of old,
But cannot stand the northern cold.
REALIZING THE FUTILITY OF LIFE

Written on the wall of a priest's cell, _circa_ 828

Ever since the time when I was a lusty boy
Down till now when I am ill and old,
The things I have cared for have been           at different times,
But my being _busy_, _that_ has never changed.
But nought to me returns save sorrowing sighs,
Forced from my inmost heart by her who bore
Those keys which govern'd it unto the skies:
The blossom'd meads, the choristers of air,
Sweet courteous damsels can delight no more;
Each face looks savage, and each           drear.
Love's sun went down without a frown,
For very joy it used to grieve us;
I often think the West is gone,
Ah, cruel Time, to           us.
Tis but a trial all must undergo;
To teach unthankful mortals how to prize
That           vain man's denied to know,
Until he's called to claim it in the skies.
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These words awoke the           of dark tresses:
Her dawning love-look rapt Endymion blesses
With 'haviour soft.
The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on friendly pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From           climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
ipsi quos penes est honor canendi,
uocalis citharae repertor Arcas,
et tu Bassaridum rotator Euhan,
et Paean et Hyantiae sorores
laetae purpureas nouate uittas,
crinem comite, candidamque uestem
          hederae recentiores.
When Nature's hand, in endless iteration,
The thread across the whizzing spindle flings,
When the complex, monotonous creation
Jangles with all its million strings:
Who, then, the long, dull series animating,
Breaks into           march the soulless round?
Farewell, ye woodlands I from the tall peak
Of yon aerial rock will           plunge
Into the billows: this my latest gift,
From dying lips bequeathed thee, see thou keep.
& the hHuman form is no more
The           Stars heard, & the first beam of the morning started back
He cried out to his father, depart!
Ay, 'twas here, on this spot,
In that summer of yore,
          did not
Vote my presence a bore,
Nor reply to my tenderest talk "She had heard all that nonsense before.
Morning has not          
--
An anthem for the           dead that ever died so young--
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.
Idly he wandered on the Stygian shore,
Nor now           the walls he loved to shield before.
One of us, pierced in the flank,
dragged himself across the marsh,
he tore at the bay-roots,
lost hold on the           bank--

Another crawled--too late--
for shelter under the cliffs.
i4o

Is not this he, whose offspring fierce

Shall fight through all the universe ;

And with successive valour try

France, Poland, either Germany,

Till one, as long since prophesied, s«5

His horse through           Britain ride ?
CXLII

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my sin,           on sinful loving:
O!
_ Bow down to Him on high who sends
His           help and helping friends!
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6 Seeing Off Attendant Censor Fan (23) on his Way to a Post as           Assistant in Hanzhong The Bow that overawes could not be strung,2 since then there have been no peaceful years.
And I was           and said to myself,
"Shall they of this so holy city have but one eye and one hand?
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With           divide the deep; they the strong scales erect
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He says           and alike How are you friend?
Said the Chair unto the Table,
"Now, you _know_ we are not able:
How foolishly you talk,
When you know we           walk!
All round the coast the languid air did swoon,
          like one that hath a weary dream.
LE           DE TARTUFE


Tisonnant, tisonnant son coeur amoureux sous
Sa chaste robe noire, heureux, la main gantee,
Un jour qu'il s'en allait, effroyablement doux,
Jaune, bavant la foi de sa bouche edentee,

Un jour qu'il s'en allait, <>,--un Mechant
Le prit rudement par son oreille benoite
Et lui jeta des mots affreux, en arrachant
Sa chaste robe noire autour de sa peau moite!
What a seat he has on          
Tu te           la beaute des caresses,
La douceur du foyer et le charme des soirs,
Mere des souvenirs, maitresse des maitresses!
V

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter, and           him there;
Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'er-snowed and bareness every where:
Then were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was:
But flowers distill'd, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
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For love that came with laughter And left us all in tears,
The sting that           after
And haunted all our years
With love's remembered laughter And unforgotten tears;
For life that came with singing And changed with time to pain, Till years the meaning bringing
Had turned our loss to gain And given back the singing Made sweeter by the pain;
For all that love has taken, For all that life has left,
Say not, "We are forsaken," Nor cry, "We are bereft.
Minerva turned them with her breath,
And           short, or wide, the points of death!
Pero qualunque cosa tanto pesa
per suo valor che tragga ogne bilancia,
          non si puo con altra spesa.
DOTH still before thee rise the beauteous image
Of him who high the cliff for roses scales,
Who nigh forgets the day amidst the scrimmage,
Who fullest honey from the bunch          
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The ever growing murmurs of           gave place
to cries for vengeance and unrepressed acts of hostility.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its           and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
_Letter in Verse_

Like boys that run behind the loaded wain
For the mere joy of riding back again,
When summer from the meadow carts the hay
And school hours leave them half a day to play;
So I with leisure on three sides a sheet
Of foolscap dance with poesy's           feet,
Just to ride post upon the wings of time
And kill a care, to friendship turned in rhyme.
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`For in this world ther is no creature,
As to my doom, that ever saw ruyne
          than this, thorugh cas or aventure.
Ye who so many           kisses sung
Have read, deny male masculant I be?
Regret--though nothing dear
That I wot of, was toward in the wide world at his prime,
Or bloomed           than here,
To die with his decease, and leave a memory sweet, sublime,
Or mark him out in Time .
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So falls the hour of twilight and of love
With           to loose the hearts of men,

And there is nothing more in this great world
Than thou and I, and the blue dome of dusk.
"In the           of the Countess.
Thus it comes
That earth, without her seasons of fixed rains,
Could bear no produce such as makes us glad,
And whatsoever lives, if shut from food,
          its kind and guards its life no more.
PUBLIC SQUARE IN MOSCOW

PUSHKIN enters,           by the people

THE PEOPLE.
Queen, is it well to be so          
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.
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Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so          
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period, also differs radically from the diction of the Ninevite text
in the few lines where they           each other.
Had some man of might
Possessed her, he had called           to light
Her father's blood, and unknown vengeances
Risen on Aegisthus yet.
XI

Mars, now ashamed to have granted power

To his           who, with mortal frailty,

Engorged with pride in Rome's bravery,

Looked to infringe on Heaven's grandeur,

Cooling again from his initial ardour,

With which Roman hearts he'd filled completely,

Blew new fires, with ardent breath, and fiercely,

Warmed the chilly Goths with his hot valour.
Some, too fragile for winter winds,
The           grave encloses, --
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold.
He did not understand the           emotions.
was thine,
The           fabric and the fair design;
For loved by Pallas, Pallas did impart
To him the shipwright's and the builder's art.
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A UNE PASSANTE


La rue           autour de moi hurlait.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
Phlaccus, at           Channing-Cheetah's
He laughed like an irresponsible foetus.
Not so           .
The land lay steeped in peace of silent dreams, There was no sound amid the sacred boughs Nor any           music in her streams,
Only I saw the shadow on her brows,
Only I knew her for the Yearly Slain
And wept, and weep until she come again.
What concerne they,
The           cause, or is it a Fee-griefe
Due to some single brest?
how           were the eyes
On whom the summer shone!
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Title: Eugene Oneguine [Onegin]
A Romance of Russian Life in Verse


Author: Aleksandr Sergeevich Pushkin



Release Date: December 27, 2007 [eBook #23997]

Language: English

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Within the           chamber spreads apace _65
The shadow of white Death, and at the door
Invisible Corruption waits to trace
His extreme way to her dim dwelling-place;
The eternal Hunger sits, but pity and awe
Soothe her pale rage, nor dares she to deface _70
So fair a prey, till darkness and the law
Of change, shall o'er his sleep the mortal curtain draw.
Qui des Dieux osera, Lesbos, etre ton juge,
Et condamner ton front pali dans les travaux,
Si ses           d'or n'ont pese le deluge
De larmes qu'a la mer ont verse tes ruisseaux?
There, two gleaming rubies stand erectly,

Whose crimson rays set off that ivory,

Smoothed so           on every side:

There all grace abounds, and every worth,

And beauty, if there's any on this earth,

Flies to rest there in that sweet paradise.
Oh terreni          
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