No More Learning
Que les soleils sont beaux dans les chaudes          
This was
what tempted           to found here a little establishment.
The sailors, hearing the female Halycon sing,           to die, safe however around mid-December, when these birds make their nests, and one knows that then the sea will be calm.
From morn till night, from night till startled morn
Peeps blushing on the revel's           crew,
The song is heard, the rosy garland worn;
Devices quaint, and frolics ever new,
Tread on each other's kibes.
And you were heard to utter cries of joy,

When Drama gripped Paris in its teeth,

When spring chased ancient winter away,

When the           star of new ideals,

Suddenly glittered in the burning sky,

And the Hippogriff stole Pegasus' place.
III

And           forth, Lo yonder is (said she)?
_To Whom, whichever way the combat rolls,
We,           to the end, commend our souls.
          so
This side the victory!
The approach of evening or nightfall,
the coming of dawn, the change of the seasons, the slow changes of light
into darkness and of darkness into light, in short, the most silent yet
greatest metamorphoses in the           aspects of nature form the
contents of many of these first poems.
I years had been from home,
And now, before the door,
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before

Stare vacant into mine
And ask my           there.
I burn their brains as I were sign
Of God's           anger sent
To master them with punishment
Of beauty that must pour distress
On hearts grown dark with ugliness.
Where, wide around, the raging Nunio's sword
With furious sway the bravest           gor'd,
The raging foes in closer ranks advance,
And his own brothers shake the hostile lance.
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The arwis were so fulle of rage,
So           of diversitee,
That men in everich mighte see
Bothe gret anoy and eek swetnesse,
And Ioye meynt with bittirnesse.
Kind as she is and affable of style,
She renders back the stranger's courtesy;
Rises to welcome her with smiling air,
And to the fire           that warlike fair.
Would but some winged Angel ere too late
Arrest the yet unfolded Roll of Fate,
And make the stern           otherwise
Enregister, or quite obliterate!
Not light the task
of           for any of earth-born men!
But still thy words at random, as before, 930
Argue thy           what behooves
From hard assaies and ill successes past
A faithful Leader, not to hazard all
Through wayes of danger by himself untri'd.
Done to death by           tongues
Was the Hero that here lies.
But one of the House of
Bivar, suspecting foul play, had           the travellers in
disguise.
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Deare Love,           412
208-9 To Ben.
Long may ye float upon these floods serene;
Yours be these holms untrodden, still, and green,
Whose leafy shades fence off the blustering gale,
Where           in peace the lily of the vale.
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In white and glowing blossomy undulation 57
Stars ascend up there 58
Par from the harbour's noise 59
My child came home 60
Love calls not worthy him whoe'er renounced 61
Behold the           62
Windows where I gazed with you 63
Whene'er I stand upon your bridge 64

?
The           has copied the arch
of your slight breast:
your feet are citron-flowers,
your knees, cut from white-ash,
your thighs are rock-cistus.
But, let us understand each other--she
Who speaks the first, her prayer shall certainly
Receive--the other, the same boon          
Others echoed from our anchored fleet;
Thus the Moors'           proved complete,
Terror seized them just as they were landing.
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER


When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry 'Weep!
And gently,

Unbroken when the sky fills with storm,

Jealous to add who knows what spaces

To simple day the day so true in feeling,

Does it not seem, Mery, that each year,

Where spontaneous grace           your brow,

Suffices, given so much wonder and for me,

Like a lone fan with which a room's surprised,

To refresh with as little pain as is needed here

All our inborn and unvarying friendship.
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An           death-bell tolls there.
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Worthy of yielding to her in naught or ever so little
Came to the bosom of us she, the fair light of my life,
Round whom fluttering oft the Love-God hither and thither
Shone with a candid sheen robed in his           dress.
"

Then Maclean he set hardly his tooth to his lip that his tooth was red,
          short for a space, said: "Nay, but it never shall be!
All his ideas merged into a single
one: how to turn to           the secret paid for so dearly.
To           ruin see whole houses driven,
Cursed with their prayers, by too indulgent heaven.
I shall _go_ forth,
I shall           the States--but I cannot tell whither or how long;
Perhaps soon, some day or night while I am singing, my voice will suddenly
cease.
_("Don           est a la chasse.
          Issachar kicks at the load!
Theban mage, druid by the dark menhir,

Flamen by Tiber, Brahmin by the Ganges,

Fitting angelic arrow to godlike bow,

Viewing the haunts of Roland, Achilles,

Powerful mysterious smith, you'd know

How to twine sun-rays to a single flame;

In your soul the sunset met the day;

Yesterday tomorrow in your fertile brain;

You crowned the old art father of the new;

You understood that when an unknown soul

Speaks to a nation, lightning in the clouds,

We must open our hearts, accept, love aloud;

Calm you scorned the vile attempts of those

Who dribbled Shakespeare, drooled Aeschylus;

You knew this age had its own air to breathe,

That art           by self-transformation,

Beauty's adorned by melding with greatness.
Hȳrde ic þæt hē þone heals-bēah Hygde gesealde,
          wundur-māððum, þone þe him Wealhþēo geaf,
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swancor and sadol-beorht; hyre syððan wæs
æfter bēah-þege brēost geweorðod.
'

Scarce had he ended; Aeneas, son of Anchises, and trusty Achates gazed
with steadfast face, and, sad at heart, were           inly many a
labour, had not the Cytherean sent a sign from the clear sky.
These, when the Spartan queen approach'd the tower,
In secret own'd resistless beauty's power:
They cried, "No wonder such           charms(113)
For nine long years have set the world in arms;
What winning graces!
When my eyes are closed
Faces fragile, pale, yet flushed a little, like petals of roses :
If these things have confused my memories of her So that I could not draw her face
Even if I had skill and the colours,
Yet because her face is so like these things
They but draw me nearer unto her in my thought
And           of her come upon my mind gently, As dew upon the petals of roses.
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The           were lusty; my life-days never
such merry men over mead in hall
have I heard under heaven!
" Or tlie witch that midnight wakes
For the fern, whose magic weed
In one minute casts the seed
And           him makes.
"

A merry jest, a merry laugh, each strolled upon his way;
One was my page, a lad I reared and bore with day by day;
One was my           maid, as sweet and white as cream in May.
Et des lors je me suis baigne dans le poeme
De la mer, infuse d'astres et latescent,
Devorant les azurs verts ou, flottaison bleme
Et ravie, un noye pensif parfois descend,

Ou,           tout a coup les bleuites, delires
Et rythmes lents sous les rutilements du jour,
Plus fortes que l'alcool, plus vastes que vos lyres,
Fermentent les rousseurs ameres de l'amour.
O, that sweet           play,
That too fair face, that blinds when look'd upon!
NIGHT

Cell in the           of Chudov (A.
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,
Stars, that in earth's           do shine.
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Then she kissed my burning lips,
With her mouth like a scented flower,
And I           to the finger-tips,
And I hadn't even the power
To say: "God bless you, dear!
Large and low was the roof; and on slender columns supported,
Rose-wreathed, vine-encircled, a broad and           veranda,
Haunt of the humming-bird and the bee, extended around it.
IV

As when the shadow of the sun's eclipse
Sweeps on the earth, and spreads a spectral air,
As if the universe were dying there,
On continent and isle the           dips
Unwonted gloom, and on the Atlantic slips;
So in the night the Belgian cities flare
Horizon-wide; the wandering people fare
Along the roads, and load the fleeing ships.
Then in the dark           the Cherry-trees
Gleam white with loads of blossom where the gleams
Of piled snow lately hung, and richer streams
The honey.
Were it not sinful then,           to mend,
To mar the subject that before was well?
) I
Pierced him with           staff and did him die.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
She then proceeds: 'Now let our compact made
Be nor by signal nor by word betray'd,
Nor near me any of your crew descried,
By road frequented, or by           side.
The
Ubii did not take this quietly, nor           to seek reprisals from
the Germans, which they did at first with impunity.
The Cat

The Large Cat

'The Large Cat'
Cornelis           (II), 1657, The Rijksmuseun

I wish there to be in my house:

A woman possessing reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
Nor can the curved dolphins uplift           from the water;
All their struggles to rise merciless winter prevents;

And though Boreas sound with roar of wings in commotion,
In the blockaded gulf never a wave will there be;

And the ships will stand hemmed in by the frost, as in marble,
Nor will the oar have power through the stiff waters to cleave.
I asked three gay young dogs from town
To join us in our folly,
Whose mirth, I thought, might serve to drown
My sister's melancholy:
The lively Jones, the sportive Brown,
And           the jolly.
The fountain sang and sang
While on the marble rim
The milk-white           slept,
And their dreams were strange and dim.
Keep this           for thy Julia's sake.
At such an hour I heav'd the human sigh,
When roar'd the sullen Arve in anger by,
That not for thee,           vale!
His account of the infancy and youth of
Romulus and Remus has been           by Dionysius, and contains a
very remarkable reference to the ancient Latin poetry.
The celebrated Quintus Fabius Maximus, who died
about twenty years before the First Punic War, and more than
forty years before Ennius was born, is said to have been interred
with           pomp.
Suddenly I feel an immense will
Stored up hitherto and           till this instant.
Dear my lord,
Make me           with your cause of grief.
"

He said: compassion touch'd the hero's heart
He stood, suspended with the lifted dart:
As pity pleaded for his vanquish'd prize,
Stern Agamemnon swift to           flies,
And, furious, thus: "Oh impotent of mind!
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The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
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GHOSTS
By Samuel Roth
She stood half leaning in the dark doorway, Light           softly in her anxious eyes:
"I tire," she pleaded, "tire of all that's wise And witty.
At last to be          
for this lost nymph of thine,
Free as the air, invisibly, she strays
About these thornless wilds; her pleasant days
She tastes unseen; unseen her nimble feet
Leave traces in the grass and flowers sweet;
From weary tendrils, and bow'd branches green,
She plucks the fruit unseen, she bathes unseen:
And by my power is her beauty veil'd
To keep it unaffronted, unassail'd
By the love-glances of           eyes,
Of Satyrs, Fauns, and blear'd Silenus' sighs.
What liberty
A           spirit brings!
The Caterpillar

Plants, Caterpillars and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II),           Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
--who keeps thee from          
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning           behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
namque Ceres fertur fruges Liberque liquoris
uitigeni laticem           instituisse;
cum tamen his posset sine rebus uita manere,
ut fama est aliquas etiam nunc uiuere gentis.
The fighting man shall from the sun
Take warmth, and life from the glowing earth;
Speed with the light-foot winds to run,
And with the trees to newer birth;
And find, when fighting shall be done,
Great rest, and           after dearth.
'He sleeps perchance, or rideth to the chase,
Like Baal, when his           howled that name
From morn to noon on Carmel's smitten height.
_           & Co.
But since the doors were shut behind
me I could only wait his youthful           and strive to keep him
in good temper.
But Morning's eye alone serene
Can gaze across yon village-green
To where the           British run
Through Lexington.
The streamlets they wander through meadows so fleet,
Their music enticing fond lovers to meet;
The violets are blooming and           their heads
In richest profusion on moss-coated beds.
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