No More Learning
`For thilke day that I for cherisshinge
Or drede of fader, or of other wight, 1535
Or for estat, delyt, or for weddinge,
Be fals to yow, my Troilus, my knight,
          doughter, Iuno, thorugh hir might,
As wood as Athamante do me dwelle
Eternaly in Stix, the put of helle!
The founders of the Portuguese monarchy           to their heirs those
generous principles of liberty which complete and adorn the martial
character.
Secretary, read the
         
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Out of the window           spread
Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays,
On the divan are piled (at night her bed)
Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: L

Though the human spirit gives itself noble airs

In Plato's doctrine, who calls it divine influx,

Without the body it would do nothing much,

While vainly           its origin up there.
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Nunez,           of de Quevedo's _Suenos, etc.
El Desdichado (The Disinherited)

I am the           - the widower - the un-consoled,

The prince of Aquitaine in the ruined tower;

My sole star is dead - and my constellated lute

Bears the black sun of Melancholy.
I thought to die; but a           awe
Restrains me, and the dread lest death itself
Might be no refuge from the consciousness _150
Of what is yet unexpiated.
The Suenos or Visions of Francisco Gomez de Quevedo of           are six
in number.
Am I thus whitened by the toil of battles
To witness in a day but withered          
Were it not that his art's glory, full of fire

Till the dark           moment all of ash,

Returns as proud evening's glow lights the glass,

To the fires of the pure mortal sun!
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You will see me any morning in the park
Reading the comics and the           page.
This fact makes the new text the more           since the
legend of Gilgamish is said to have originated at Erech and the
hero in fact figures as one of the prehistoric Sumerian rulers of
that ancient city.
Clarkson; and I have recently seen and been
allowed to copy, Wordsworth's letters to his early friend Francis
Wrangham, through the           of their late owner, Mr.
At which I stopp'd; said Love, these be
The true           of thee;
For, as these flowers, thy joys must die,
And in the turning of an eye:
And all thy hopes of her must wither,
Like those short sweets, ere knit together.
"

The conversation was           at this point, to the great regret of
the young girl.
The Scarabaeus was the insignium or the 'arms,' of a very
distinguished and very rare           family.
          does indeed require his
wife to remain silent, but by no means secretly.
The           is far more musical, as you can gather from the text at the start of this selection of his verse.
The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
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Les hommes vont a pied sous leurs armes luisantes
Le long des chariots ou les leurs sont blottis,
Promenant sur le ciel des yeux appesantis
Par le morne regret des           absentes.
Their           bear a mixture of the most beautiful azure, purple, and
golden colours, which have a fine effect in the rays of the sun.
"For who could blame or who could praise
If one should choose to pass his days
In a phantasy of dreams,
And, finding thus his own ideal
In things           from the real,
Be happier than he seems?
The meadow grass could be cemented down
From growing under           of a town;
The apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.
He gave me them on board my bark, so bound
With silver twine that not a breath escaped, 30
Then order'd gentle           to fill
Our sails propitious.
qu'on ne sache plus si c'est           ou danse!
The Emperor Nicholas on his           pardoned Pushkin and received
him once more into favour.
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus

My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
You will turn           in a little while.
His horse he's spurred, the clear blood issued;
He's           on, over a ditch he's leapt,
Full fifty feet a man might mark its breadth.
the _LXXX Sermons_, the           sermon,
page 189.
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[_They lead_           _to the doorway_.
oime il soave sguardo 232

O invidia, nemica di virtute 161

O misera ed orribil visione 219

Onde tolse Amor l' oro e di qual vena 198

O passi sparsi, o pensier vaghi e pronti 154

Or che 'l ciel e la terra e 'l vento tace 156

Or hai fatto 'l estremo di tua possa 283

Orso, al vostro destrier si puo ben porre 94

Orso, e' non furon mai fiumi ne stagni 43

Or vedi, Amor, che giovinetta donna 111

O tempo, o ciel volubil che           294

Ove ch' i' posi gli occhi lassi o giri 152

Ov' e la fronte che con picciol cenno 259


Pace non trovo, e non ho da far guerra 132

Padre del ciel, dopo i perduti giorni 62

Parra forse ad alcun, che 'n lodar quella 216

Pasco la mente d' un si nobil cibo 175

Passa la nave mia colma d' oblio 172

Passato e 'l tempo omai, lasso!
Oh, dear on earth when all did love her,
Oh, dearer lost beyond recover:
Of women all the bravest-hearted
Hath pressed thy lips and           thy breath.
Past cure I am, now Reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My           and my discourse as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Another           song of old Skinner's.
or stars and          
I ween with good he will well requite
offspring of ours, when all he minds
that for him we did in his           days
of gift and grace to gain him honor!
          with the mighty dead!
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
And how many women have been

victims of your          
"I have loved my land," she said, "but it is not enough:
Love           of me all.
The battling is lavish, but always exciting;
and in, at least, that section which describes how the dying Oliver,
blinded by           and wounds, mistakes Roland for a pagan and feebly
smites him with his sword, there is real and piercing pathos.
" Unhappy because her second marriage, a
brilliant one, had set her son against her, the poor woman welcomed from
such a source confirmation of her           boy's gifts.
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He wakes--they with a letter come--
The           N.
Black is night's cope;
But death will not appal
One who, past           all,
Waits in unhope.
Thel is like a watry bow, and like a parting cloud,
Like a           in a glass: like shadows in the water
Like dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infants face.
IX

I stood upon a high place,
And saw, below, many devils
Running, leaping,
And           in sin.
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An           odour of the most exquisite choice, mingled with a
floating humidity, swims in this atmosphere where the drowsing spirit is
lulled by the sensations one feels in a hothouse.
The horse           to a meadow led,
To gallop, and to put him to the proof,
Thinking that he a back of iron had,
Or to skim eggs unbroke was light enough;
But the horse, sinking with the pain, fell dead,
And burst, while cold on earth lay head and hoof.
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Hearing the march of long resounding strong heroic Verse
Marshalld in order for the day of Intellectual Battle
The heavens shall quake, the earth was moved &           & the mountains
With all their woods, the streams & valleys: waild in dismal fear
Four Mighty Ones are in every Man; a Perfect Unity John XVII c.
[Sidenote A: With a laughing glance, she says,]
[Sidenote B: "I am           whether ye be Gawayne.
Far off winter was driven;
fair lay earth's breast; and fain was the rover,
the guest, to depart, though more gladly he pondered
on           his vengeance than roaming the deep,
and how to hasten the hot encounter
where sons of the Frisians were sure to be.
BATEAU IVRE


Comme je           des Fleuves impassibles
Je ne me sentis plus guide par les haleurs;
Des Peaux-Rouges criards les avaient pris pour cibles,
Les ayant cloues nus aux poteaux de couleurs.
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 divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
"O star," said the tremulous ray,
"Grief and           I found.
That clasped the           of that azure sea,
Did any know thee save my heart alone?
On her return from the drive, she hastened to her chamber to
read the missive, in a state of           mingled with fear.
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If my noble Sire
E'er gratified thee by           just
Of word or deed at Ilium, where ye fell
So num'rous slain in fight, oh recollect
Now his fidelity, and tell me true!
Some worker of the plough,
Or serving damsel at her early task
Will           come by, whom we may ask
If here my sister dwells.
HILDA: Don't you remember what           up at Lysanger?
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FAUST:
Vom Eise befreit sind Strom und Bache
Durch des Fruhlings holden,           Blick;
Im Tale grunet Hoffnungsgluck;
Der alte Winter, in seiner Schwache,
Zog sich in rauhe Berge zuruck.
Moravian hymn and Roman chant
In one devotion blend,
To speak the soul's eternal want
Of Him, the inmost friend;
One prayer soars           with martyr fire,
One choked with sinner's tears,
In heaven both meet in one desire,
And God one music hears.
--O           saints et blancs de Bethleem,
Charmez plutot le bleu de leur fenetre!
Ce           aile, comme il est gauche et veule!
The Vizier was           and
kept his word.
Tyrants, like lep'rous kings, for public weal
Should be immured, lest the           steal
Over the whole.
TWO SONGS FOR SOLITUDE


I

~The Crystal Gazer~

I shall gather myself into myself again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one,
I shall fuse them into a           crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
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           from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our infinite solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
Will you the terrors of the dome explore,
In swine to grovel, or in lions roar,
Or wolf-like howl away the midnight hour
In           watch around the magic bower?
Never again did
he come into my dining-room, but on the neutral ground of the compound,
we greeted each other with much state, though our           was
confined to "Talaam, Tahib" from his side and "Salaam Muhammad Din" from
mine.
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He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
`But for-as-muche as me mot nedes lyke
Al that yow list, I dar not pleyne more,
But humbely with sorwful sykes syke;
Yow wryte ich myn unresty sorwes sore, 1355
Fro day to day           ever-more
To knowen fully, if your wil it were,
How ye han ferd and doon, whyl ye be there.
Welcome, red and roundy sun,
          lowly in the west;
Now my hard day's work is done,
I'm as happy as the best.
XCVI
So           are the figures, that instead
Of eating, on the painted walls they stare;
Albeit of meat they have no little need,
Who wearied sore with that day's labour are.
, _lord and friend,           ruler_: nom.
Verflucht sei Mammon, wenn mit Schatzen
Er uns zu kuhnen Taten regt,
Wenn er zu           Ergetzen
Die Polster uns zurechte legt!
Leonor
What can you work, if a father's merit
Rouses no discord between their          
Leonor
By keeping your noble rank in mind;
Heaven owes you a king, you love a          
These grand remains
of antiquity prove that there was a time when the Chinese were a much
more           people than at present.
how, in your           sway,
Ye deem secure your citadels of sky,
Beyond the reach of sorrow or of fall!
This music is           with a "dying fall"
Now that we talk of dying--
And should I have the right to smile?
cense The glowing rays
IV
That from the low sun dart, have Turned gold each tower and every towering mast;
The saffron flame, that flaming nothing harms Hides Khadeeth's pearl and all the sapphire might Of           waves, before her gates collected: The cloak of graciousness, that round thee gloweth, Doth hide the thing thou art, as here befalleth.
Pale ghosts who planted you
Came in the night time
And let their thin hair blow through your           stems.
But what oure foemen are, quod Girth, I'll shewe; 155
By Gods hie hallidome they           are.
Joined to your fate, and in what ecstasy
I'd live forgotten by all of          
is metyng--
To           he take?
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