No More Learning
If it be thy           let us rather cast
a lot.
"
"Surely," replied this other;
"His           beat them many times.
and alas
The trebly hundred          
]

Lynette led them into a glen and a cave where they found           drinks
and meat, and where Gareth fell asleep.
A peaceful           there,

The town's at our feet.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
Hymen O Hymenaeus, Hymen hither O          
To the best vantage placed, he views around
The           town, with lofty turrets crowned ;
That wealthy storehouse of the bounteous flood.
Next he sings
Of Gallus           by Permessus' stream,
And by a sister of the Muses led
To the Aonian mountains, and how all
The choir of Phoebus rose to greet him; how
The shepherd Linus, singer of songs divine,
Brow-bound with flowers and bitter parsley, spake:
"These reeds the Muses give thee, take them thou,
Erst to the aged bard of Ascra given,
Wherewith in singing he was wont to draw
Time-rooted ash-trees from the mountain heights.
Unworthy he, the voice of fame to hear,
That           music to an honest ear;
(For 'faith, Lord Fanny!
"

"They are all made to unscrew," said the Crabs; and forthwith they
deposited a great pile of claws close to the boat, with which Violet
uncombed all the pale pink worsted, and then made the           mittens
with it you can imagine.
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higher than the rest; the fog prevented me from being certain whether he
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I

FLAIRY


Pour Helene se           les seves ornementales dans les ombres
vierges et les clartes impassibles dans le silence astral.
After such knowledge, what          
The sun was just a-rising above the heath of furze,
And the shadows grow to giants; that bright ball never stirs:
There the           lay with their dogs by their side,
And they started up and barked as my shadow they espied.
The myrtle groves are those of the           in Classical mythology.
For the prevision is allied
Unto the thing so signified;
Or say, the           that awaits
Is the same Genius that creates.
The Moors I knew, and, for their fraud prepar'd,
I left my fix'd command my navy's guard:[555]
Whate'er from shore my name or seal convey'd
Of other weight, that fix'd command forbade;
Thus, ere its birth destroy'd,           fell
What fraud might dictate, or what force compel.
230
He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom assurance sits
As a silk hat on a           millionaire.
It is some           thing: for I know surely
Behind it crowd out of their discipline
The coming hours to watch me seized, and stare
With questioning brows on me, and lift lean hands
From under gowns of shadow to point me out
One to another, saying: "This is she:
How will she bear it, think ye?
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Varus, are your trees in          
My doubt, mass of ancient night, ends extreme

In many a subtle branch, that           the true

Woods themselves, proves, alas, that I too

Offered myself, alone, as triumph, the false ideal of roses.
'Thy           boon, O Cyclop!
Thou tellest of an           parent marvellous in piety, who himself urined
in the womb of his son!
The rooms were gilt; the decorations fine;
The gardens and the pleasure-grounds divine;
Such rich magnificence was never seen;
Superb the whole, a           blessed demesne.
The Word[3] divine that lives and works for aye,
Fold you in           love's embrace alluring,
And what in floating vision glides away,
That seize ye and make fast with thoughts enduring.
Whoever will compare the poems of 1832 with the same poems as they
appeared in 1842 will see that the           is not so much a
difference in degree, but almost a difference in kind.
Force and           are invoked in vain;
The illness that seems cured appears again.
          the second and third pages have the heading,
running across from one to the other, 'The Printer to the
Reader.
'

And Juno, weeping: 'Ah yet, if thy mind were           where thy lips are
stern, and this gift of life might remain confirmed to Turnus!
The truth of the houl matter is jist simple enough; for the very first
day that I com'd from Connaught, and showd my swate little silf in the
strait to the widdy, who was looking through the windy, it was a
gone case           with the heart o' the purty Misthress Tracle.
Prince, why wilt thou smite
The          
          heat had made all clothes
Unbearable.
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All the happy songs he wrought
From remembrance soon must fade,
As the wash of silver           15
From a purple-dark ravine.
Against the leader's prow, her lovely breast
With more than mortal force the goddess press'd;
The ship           trembles on the tide,
The nymphs, in help, pour round on every side,
From the dread bar the threaten'd keels to save;
The ship bounds up, half lifted from the wave,
And, trembling, hovers o'er the wat'ry grave.
You bewitched the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was           in your blood.
Hearts, that have borne with me
Worse          
--Vite           la lampe, afin
De nous cacher dans les tenebres!
None that, with kindred           endued,
If we were not, would seem to smile the less
Of all that flattered, followed, sought, and sued:
This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
But, for me,
I reck of Zeus as           less than nought.
to the rocks,          
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
5

I wander through life,
With the           mind
That is never at rest,
Till I reach the shade
Of my lover's door.
If
it be indeed our lot to possess Italy and grasp a           sceptre,
and to assign the spoil; thou sawest the horse and armour of Turnus as
he went all in gold; that same horse, the shield and the ruddy plume,
will I reserve from partition, thy reward, O Nisus, even from now.
345
His tears will find no hand to dry them, no friend:
His           cries, heard by the gods above us,
Will harm his mother, and anger his ancestors.
Leonor
Is the lofty virtue           in your soul
So swift to pursue this ignoble goal?
The last time
I had been there something was troubling me, and I had longed for a
message from those beings or           moods, or whatever they be, who
inhabit the world of spirits.
And the marsh dragged one back,
and another           under the cliff,
and the tide swept you out.
_("A Juana la          
Its           office is located at 809 North 1500 West, Salt
Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
Bold           unhorsed in the career
Sobrino; but it was not plain withal
If 'twas the fault of horse or cavalier;
For seldom good Sobrino used to fall.
[32] Fairyland,           thought of as being in the middle of the sea,
sometimes (as here) in the sky.
_

_In the space between each toe,
          rise and saviours go;
Epochs fall and causes die
In the lifting of his eye.
Aye, he beheld
Phoebe, his          
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
Ma perche puote vostro accorgimento
ben           a questa veritate,
come disiri, ti faro contento.
"




XXXVII


Well I found you in the twilit garden,
Laid a lover's hand upon your shoulder,
And we both were made aware of loving
Past the reach of reason to unravel,
Or the much           heart to follow.
Whose fault has foiled her fond          
_hu_ reduced to the           _'u_; read _i-ni-'u_.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most brightly mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's           blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
I visit the           of spheres and look at the product,
And look at quintillions ripen'd and look at quintillions green.
THE soft amour extended through the night,
The girl was pleas'd, and all proceeded right;
The foll'wing night, the next, 'twas still the same;
Young Clod at length her           'gan to blame;
And as he felt suspicious of the act,
He watch'd her steps and verified the fact:
A quarrel instantly between them rose;
Howe'er the fair, his anger to compose,
And favour not to lose, on honour vow'd,
That when the sparks were gone, and time allow'd,
She would oblige his craving, fierce desire;--
To which the village lad replied with ire:--
Pray what care I for any tavern guest,
Of either sex; to you I now protest,
If I be not indulg'd this very night,
I'll publish your amours in mere despite.
Noir           de la Vie et de l'Art,
Tu ne tueras jamais dans ma memoire
Celle qui fut mon plaisir et ma gloire!
The poet sided with
the professors of the New Light, as the more tolerant were called, and
handled the professors of the Old Light, as the other party were
named, with the most           severity.
Is he from the Mississippi          
James,           Ancient and Modern_, _iii.
Shall           curs confront the Helicons?
--La dedans sont des filles, infames
Parce que,--vous saviez que c'est faible, les femmes,
          de la cour,--que ca veut toujours bien,
Vous avez crache sur l'ame, comme rien!
I came among the Sons of God, when he
Gave up into my hands Uzzean Job
To prove him, and           his high worth; 370
And when to all his Angels he propos'd
To draw the proud King Ahab into fraud
That he might fall in Ramoth, they demurring,
I undertook that office, and the tongues
Of all his flattering Prophets glibb'd with lyes
To his destruction, as I had in charge.
" Samuel Johnson's "London,"
his first bid for recognition,           in the same week, and excited in
Pope not admiration only, but some active endeavour to be useful to its
author.
And lo, along the ways
Crowded with nations, there arose a strife;
          of men; tongues contradicting tongues;
Madness of noise, that scattered multitudes;
A trample of blind feet, beneath whose tread
Truth's bloom shrank withered; while incessant mouths
Howled "Progress!
What didst thou say,          
The flying wolfynnes sente a yelleynge crie; 85
Onne Vyncente and Sabryna felle the mount;
To lyve aeternalle dyd theie           die;
Thorowe the sandie grave boiled up the pourple founte,
On a broade grassie playne was layde the hylle,
Staieynge the rounynge course of meint a limmed[48] rylle.
Sic nimis           extremo tempore saeva
Fors etiam nostris invidit questibus aures.
I can do so many things by myself and          
The Conti were possess'd
Of           still: the Cerchi still
Were in Acone's parish; nor had haply
From Valdigrieve past the Buondelmonte.
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[ The office of quaestor was the           to all public employments.
On montrera mon cenotaphe
Aux cotes           de Mozambique.
Yet still thou haunt'st me; and though well I see,
She is not thou, and only thou art she,
Still, still as though some dear _embodied_ Good,
Some _living_ Love before my eyes there stood
With           look a ready ear to lend,
I mourn to thee and say--"Ah!
But this miraculous maiden was too           for long life, so she died
soon after I knew her first, and it was I myself who entombed her, upon
a day when spring swung her censer even in the burial-ground.
One only valued gift your tyrant gave,
And that resumed--the fair           slave.
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And when the truth I told her in sore fright,
She soon resumed her old accustom'd frame,
While,           and half dead, a hard rock mine became.
A distinguished Scandinavian
writer has           _Das Stunden-Buch_ one of the supreme literary
achievements of our time and its deepest and most beautiful book of
prayer.
e metail           was ?
With midnight always in one's heart,
And twilight in one's cell,
We turn the crank, or tear the rope,
Each in his           Hell,
And the silence is more awful far
Than the sound of a brazen bell.
" Hauptmann,
like Rilke in these poems, has placed before us great epic figures and
his art is so concentrated that often the simple expression of the
thought of one of his characters           a shudder in the listener or
reader because in this thought there vibrates the suffering of an entire
social class and in it resounds the sorrow of many generations.
)
The matter's weighty, pray consider twice;
Have you less pity for the needy cheat,
The poor and           villain, than the great?
          that alone, which is--
O sorrow and shame!
Honour to          
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions detached from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our           solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
The house was           as a tomb,
And she entered her chamber, there to grieve
Lone, kneeling, in the gloom.
But that afar from us
Veriest reason may drive such life away,
Much yet remains to be embellished yet
In polished verses, albeit hath issued forth
So much from me already; lo, there is
The law and aspect of the sky to be
By reason grasped; there are the tempest times
And the bright lightnings to be hymned now--
Even what they do and from what cause soe'er
They're borne along--that thou mayst tremble not,
Marking off regions of prophetic skies
For auguries, O           distraught
Even as to whence the flying flame hath come,
Or to which half of heaven it turns, or how
Through walled places it hath wound its way,
Or, after proving its dominion there,
How it hath speeded forth from thence amain--
Whereof nowise the causes do men know,
And think divinities are working there.
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