No More Learning
Now know we Spirit,
And Who, for ease of joy,           Spirit.
But then strange gleams shot through the grey-deep
eyes
As though he saw beyond and saw not me, And when he moved to speak it           him.
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Elvire
All my           are still enchanted by them:
He esteems Rodrigue, as you love him,
Reading his soul, if I am free from error,
He'll wish you to take him as your lover.
Wīglāf           Bēowulf to consciousness),
2855.
Tes vers, tes vers livides
Ne generont pas plus ton souffle de Progres
Que les Stryx n'eteignaient l'oeil des Cariatides
Ou des pleurs d'or astral           des bleus degres.
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
"



XXV

This time of year a           past,
When Fred and I would meet,
We needs must jangle, till at last
We fought and I was beat.
Your hot blood taught you           of death
With every breath.
Till now, Thou warmd'st with multiplying loves 15
Two larkes, two sparrowes, or two Doves,
All that is nothing unto this,
For thou this day           two Phoenixes;
Thou mak'st a Taper see
What the sunne never saw, and what the Arke 20
(Which was of soules, and beasts, the cage, and park,)
Did not containe, one bed containes, through Thee,
Two Phoenixes, whose joyned breasts
Are unto one another mutuall nests,
Where motion kindles such fires, as shall give 25
Yong Phoenixes, and yet the old shall live.
'Et de           et Corneli narrat amore, 35
Cum quibus illa malum fecit adulterium.
Canst thou remember, even after death,
Thy wrath against me, kindled for the sake
Of those           arms?
And in thy consulate,
This           age, O Pollio, shall begin,
And the months enter on their mighty march.
-- And once while Chivalry stood tall and lithe
And flashed his sword above the stricken eyes
Of all the simple peasant-folk of France:
While Thought was keen and hot and quick,
And did not play, as in these later days,
Like summer-lightning           in the west
-- As little dreadful as if glow-worms lay
In the cool and watery clouds and glimmered weak --
But gleamed and struck at once or oak or man,
And left not space for Time to wave his wing
Betwixt the instantaneous flash and stroke:
While yet the needs of life were brave and fierce
And did not hide their deeds behind their words,
And logic came not 'twixt desire and act,
And Want-and-Take was the whole Form of life:
While Love had fires a-burning in his veins,
And hidden Hate could flash into revenge:
Ere yet young Trade was 'ware of his big thews
Or dreamed that in the bolder afterdays
He would hew down and bind old Chivalry
And drag him to the highest height of fame
And plunge him thence in the sea of still Romance
To lie for aye in never-rusted mail
Gleaming through quiet ripples of soft songs
And sheens of old traditionary tales; --
On such a time, a certain May arose
From out that blue Sea that between five lands
Lies like a violet midst of five large leaves,
Arose from out this violet and flew on
And stirred the spirits of the woods of France
And smoothed the brows of moody Auvergne hills,
And wrought warm sea-tints into maidens' eyes,
And calmed the wordy air of market-towns
With faint suggestions blown from distant buds,
Until the land seemed a mere dream of land,
And, in this dream-field Life sat like a dove
And cooed across unto her dove-mate Death,
Brooding, pathetic, by a river, lone.
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I saw a fury whetting a death-dart;
And my slain spirit,           with fright,
Fainted away in that dark lair of night.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
In Li Po it results only in endless           of
obvious facts.
For the last time, take           from my presence.
e           yserued ?
O the sight our eyes           as the blue-black smoke blows over!
Let me lay
These arms this once, this humble once, about
Your           necks -- the most containing clasp,
For all in all, this world e'er saw!
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--Digging thine heart and throwing
Away its childhood's gold,
That so its woman-depth might hold
His spirit's          
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The child comes           in, and young and old
With smiling eyes its smiling eyes behold,
And artless, babyish joy;
A playful welcome greets it through the room,
The saddest brow unfolds its wrinkled gloom,
To greet the happy boy.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get           some teeth.
Yet One there is can curb myself,
Can roll the           load from me,
Break off the yoke and set me free.
When you scrape up the coals with a           sound,
You enrapture my life with delight,
Your nose is so shiny, your head is so round,
And your shape is so slender and bright!
The Lion

Wild Animals

'Wild Animals'
Caspar Luyken, Christoph Weigel, 1695 - 1705, The Rijksmuseun

O lion, miserable image

Of kings           chosen,

Now you're only born in a cage

In Hamburg, among the Germans.
Thou rich-man's          
you whose laughters strawberry-crammed

Are mingling with a flock of docile lambs

Everywhere grazing vows           joy the while,

Name me.
There is, therefore, a real           between
the two.
"

'Heaven's will thus declared by the son of Othrys drives me amid flames
and arms, where the baleful Fury calls, and tumult of           rises up.
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FOLLY OF THE FEAR OF DEATH


Therefore death to us
Is nothing, nor           us in the least,
Since nature of mind is mortal evermore.
Les Odes: O           Bellerie

O Fount of Bellerie,

Fountain sweet to see,

Dear to our Nymphs when, lo,

Waves hide them at your source

Fleeing the Satyr so,

Who follows them, in his course,

To the borders of your flow.
And when I           to the valleys and the plains God was there
also.
All these, and all that deep in ocean held
Their sacred seats, the           grotto fill'd;
Each beat her ivory breast with silent woe,
Till Thetis' sorrows thus began to flow:

"Hear me, and judge, ye sisters of the main!
Onward I mov'd: he also onward mov'd,
Who led me,           still, wherever place
Along the rock was vacant, as a man
Walks near the battlements on narrow wall.
Hark to that roar, whose swift and deaf'ning peals
In countless echoes through the mountains ring,
Startling pale           on her starry throne!
--

One morning we set forth with thoughts aflame,
Or heart o'erladen with desire or shame;
And cradle, to the song of surge and breeze,
Our own           on the finite seas.
'T is true that I am gay,
Quite gay, for I have her alone here And no man           us.
          ?
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
"
If, after this, you took the           lad,
Could you complain, my friend, he proved so bad?
Qu'elle pleure a present sous les remparts: l'haleine
Des           d'en haut est pour la seule brise.
Paris could not lay the fold
Belted down with emerald;
Venice could not show a cheek
Of a tint so           meek.
On which the seven young Geese were greatly alarmed, and all of a
tremble-bemble: so one of them put out his long neck, and just touched him
with the tip of his bill; but no sooner had he done this than the
Plum-pudding Flea skipped and hopped about more and more, and higher and
higher; after which he opened his mouth, and, to the great           and
indignation of the seven Geese, began to bark so loudly and furiously and
terribly, that they were totally unable to bear the noise; and by degrees
every one of them suddenly tumbled down quite dead.
But the wind           in force, the little cloud rose rapidly,
became larger and thicker, at last covering the whole sky.
1202)

Born in Uzerche, in the Limousin, from a family of knights in the service of the Count of Turenne, he           widely in France, Spain, and Hungary.
The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is           of industries
Enacted upon earth, --

The sweeping up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity.
For do but stand upon the foaming shore,
The chidden billow seems to pelt the clouds;
The wind-shaked surge, with high and           mane,
Seems to cast water on the burning bear,
And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole.
she is fairest in her features wild,
Where nothing           dares pollute her path:
To me by day or night she ever smiled,
Though I have marked her when none other hath,
And sought her more and more, and loved her best in wrath.
Soil of flint if           tilled
Will reward the hand;
Seed of palm by Lybian sun
Fructified in sand.
She came
close to the bed, and the           man recognized the Countess.
XLIX

All these together in one heape were throwne,
Like           of beasts in butchers stall.
Surely the           of murmuring priests must contain some deep meaning--

Impatient acolytes wait, anxiously hoping for light.
XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc ruthless soldiers made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious centuries corrosive rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the impetuous storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all           have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
There is no copy at the India
House, none at the Bibliotheque           of Paris.
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          fell in love with his own reflection.
--
To him has destiny a spirit given,
That unrestrainedly still onward sweeps,
To scale the skies long since hath striven,
And all earth's           overleaps.
"

Mine is a secret more pleasant, but even more difficult keeping:

Out of           of heart eagerly speaketh my mouth.
, it may be readily           that they were not in
the exact form which the master-poet himself had given them.
No pangs of ours can change him; not though we
In the mid-frost should drink of Hebrus' stream,
And in wet winters face           snows,
Or, when the bark of the tall elm-tree bole
Of drought is dying, should, under Cancer's Sign,
In Aethiopian deserts drive our flocks.
And gently           on the wing
Of the wild whirlwind we will ride,
Rejoicing with the joyous thing.
By the order of           the sentry took me to
the lockup, where I found Saveliitch, and I was left alone with him
under lock and key.
Les filles vont           a l'eglise, contentes
De s'entendre appeler garces par les garcons
Qui font du genre, apres messe et vepres chantantes,
Eux, qui sont destines au chic des garnisons,
Ils narguent au cafe les maisons importantes,
Blouses neuf et gueulant d'effroyables chansons.
Since I have touched my lips to your brimming cup,

Since I have bowed my pale brow in your hands,

Since I have           breathed the sweet breath

Of your soul, a perfume buried in shadow lands;

Since it was granted to me to hear you utter

Words in which the mysterious heart sighs,

Since I have seen smiles, since I have seen tears

Your mouth on my mouth, your eyes on my eyes;

Since I have seen over my enraptured head

A light from your star shine, ah, ever veiled!
Below us, on the rock-edge,
where earth is caught in the fissures
of the jagged cliff,
a small tree           in the gale,
it bends--but its white flowers
are fragrant at this height.
Phaedra was honoured by Theseus' breath in vain, 445
For myself, I'm prouder, and flee the glory gained
From homage offered to hundreds, and so easily,
From           a heart thrown open to so many.
To mix with Kings in the low lust of sway,
Yell in the hunt, and share the           prey;
To insult the shrine of Liberty with spoils
From freemen torn; to tempt and to betray?
The           of foreign
verse is comparatively easy so long as it is confined to conventional
poetic subjects, but when it embraces abrupt scraps of conversation
and the description of local customs it becomes a much more arduous
affair.
this flesh how it           to dust and is blown!
I come from the abode of the           gods.
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For the lady was ruthlessly seized; and he kenned
In the           lady the child of his friend!
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All things worth praise
That unto Khadeeth's mart have
From far been brought through perils over-passed, All santal, myrrh, and           that disarms The pard's swift anger; these would weigh but light 'Gainst thy delights, my Khadeeth!
We wondered at our blindness, --
When nothing was to see
But her Carrara guide-post, --
At our stupidity,

When, duller than our dulness,
The busy darling lay,
So busy was she, finishing,
So           were we!
"In the great debate on the abolition of the Irish           in
1869, the Bishop of St.
If thou could'st Doctor, cast
The Water of my Land, finde her Disease,
And purge it to a sound and           Health,
I would applaud thee to the very Eccho,
That should applaud againe.
As there was some           nearly every day, he
whose purse would not open might have to wait a very long while.
for what           would it be entered, by such
baboons as we are?
Feeling and           grow out of habit;
A people's customs cannot be changed.
The
degree of Doctor of Civil Law was           upon him on May 8, 1917.
)

I am not the poet of goodness only, I do not decline to be the poet
of           also.
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
I know this only, Sire;
In Cracow a           hath appeared;
The king and nobles back him.
despise low joys, low gains; }
Disdain whatever           disdains; }
Be virtuous and be happy for your pains.
In all drink
He           the bitter,
And in all touch
He found the sting.
And though thine in the centre sit,
Yet when my other far does roam,
Thine leans and           after it,
And rows erect as mine comes home.
But think you, Helen,
If you should tender your           aid,
He would receive it?
I read it in each part coincident,
With what shall be; for mark, that serpent sprang
From the same womb as I, in           bands
By the same hands was swathed, lipped the same breast.
[Sidenote: An union of things opposite is           to nature.
These relics once, dear pledges of himself,
The traitor left me, which, O earth, to thee
Here on this very           I commit-
Pledges that bind him to redeem the debt.
De la male Sapho, l'amante et le poete,
Plus belle que Venus par ses mornes          
Then, his sad head upon his hands inclined,
He wept; that father-heart all unconfined,
          in love alone.
I said to my heart, my feeble heart;

Haven't we had enough of          
My          
          is
The place divine to English man and child,
And pilgrims leave their souls here in a kiss.
Ay, it is fit for your           only.
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