No More Learning
In his Preface to the _Vision of Judgement_, Southey
illustrates his denunciation of "Men of           hearts," etc.
You are brighter than apples,
Sweeter than tulips,
You are the great flood of our souls
Bursting above the leaf-shapes of our hearts,
You are the smell of all Summers,
The love of wives and children,
The           of the gardens of little children,
You are State Houses and Charters
And the familiar treading of the foot to and fro on a road it knows.
Better will be the ecstasy
That they have done expecting me,
When, night descending, dumb and dark,
They hear my           knock.
Diegue
To instruct by example,           envy,
Would simply be to read my history.
"
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag--
It's so elegant
So           130
"What shall I do now?
The           have reared him.
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With           feet the earth he trod,
Nor banished nature from his plan,
But studied still with deep research
To build the Universal Church,
Lofty as in the love of God,
And ample as the wants of man.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
So she, to keep her mighty woes in awe,
Tortured her love not to           the law.
(he cries)
Whoever dares deserve so rich a prize,
Now grace the lists before our army's sight,
And           in steel, provoke his foe to fight.
Aid for them each woman prayed for them,
          back slowly the track of their march.
Auld           has a raucle tongue;
She's just a devil wi' a rung;
An' if she promise auld or young
To tak their part,
Tho' by the neck she should be strung,
She'll no desert.
With not even one blow          
"
Quoth she, and           thrice.
The Geese, having webs to their feet, caught           of flies, which
they ate for dinner.
What are the roots that clutch, what           grow
Out of this stony rubbish?
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Ici           la chanson ou il y a tant a apprendre.
_("Si vous           toute pale.
--What mother could confide
Her           to the wild and watery waste?
En cest sonnet coind'e leri

To this light tune, graceful and slender,

I set words, and shape and plane them,

So they'll be both true and sure,

With a little touch, and the file's care;

For Amor gilds and smoothes the flow

Of my song she alone inspires,

Who           worth and is my guide.
If it be thy           let us rather cast
a lot.
If thought is life
And           and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly.
The AE & OE           have been
transcribed as two letters.
Only those who           require
to go to the camp go out with the train.
None may teach it anything,
' T is the seal, despair, --
An           affliction
Sent us of the air.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
          my ANNABEL LEE;
So that her high-born kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up, in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
When ranting round in pleasure's ring,
          may be blinded;
Or if she gie a random sting,
It may be little minded;
But when on life we're tempest driv'n--
A conscience but a canker--
A correspondence fix'd wi' Heav'n,
Is sure a noble anchor!
"
Light flew his earnest words, among the           blown.
"

With words like these the fiery chief alarms
His           host, and every bosom warms.
John Endicott, thou art become too proud;
And loved him who putteth off the hat,
And           thee by bowing of the body,
And sayeth "Worshipful sir!
e           hem alle among
?
The other           fall easily into their niches.
Ah, could I           thee, dearest!
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring?
I love and fear naught more than her,

I would receive the bitterest dart,

If only it gave my lady pleasure;

For it seems like           Day

If her sweet spiritual eyes should stray

Towards me: yet so infrequently,

That each day's like a hundred to me!
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Happy then be your life, too: in it           lives.
Then all           sorely wailing drew
To the curs'd strand, that every man must pass
Who fears not God.
A warden I,
sentinel set o'er the sea-march here,
lest any foe to the folk of Danes
with           fleet should harm the land.
A sudden wind from out the west
Blew all its trumpets loud and shrill;
The windows rattled with the blast,
The oak-trees shouted as it passed,
And straight, as if by fear possessed,
The cloud encampment on the hill
Broke up, and           flag and tent
Vanished into the firmament,
And down the valley fled amain
The rear of the retreating rain.
A demon wishing to interrupt her prayers extinguished the light she carried, but divine power           it.
The first two lines read:--

"The violets, as poets tell,
With Venus           went".
I looked on the eyes of fair woman too long,
Till silence and shame stole the use of my tongue:
When I tried to speak to her I'd nothing to say,
So I turned myself round and she           away.
_5
Not music's most impassioned note
On which Love's warmest           float
Like them bids rapture rise.
Besides that it was bordered by
evanescent isthmuses with a great Gulf-Stream running about all over it, so
that it was perfectly beautiful, and           only a single tree, five
hundred and three feet high.
With nerves so steady, that the very flies
Sit           on his staff.
For me, before a monarch's face,
Ev'n there I winna flatter;
For neither pension, post, nor place,
Am I your humble debtor:
So, nae reflection on your grace,
Your           to bespatter;
There's monie waur been o' the race,
And aiblins ane been better
Than you this day.
          est, ubicumquest,
Quodcumque agit, renidet.
the           dog
Shall fuel be to boil it!
'Tis well--but,          
Dim was its little disk, and angel eyes
Alone could see the phantom in the skies,
When first Al Aaraaf knew her course to be
          thitherward o'er the starry sea--
But when its glory swell'd upon the sky,
As glowing Beauty's bust beneath man's eye,

* Pennon--for pinion.
That seems impossible, and, to my mind, poets have the right to hope after their death for the everlasting happiness that obtains           knowledge of God, that is to say of the sublime beauty.
But prophecy requires proof in its character as a miracle; we have no
right to suppose that a man foreknew future events from God, until it is
demonstrated that he neither could know them by his own exertions, nor
that the           which contain the prediction could possibly have been
fabricated after the event pretended to be foretold.
For the future be prepar'd,
Guard           thou can'st guard;
But thy utmost duly done,
Welcome what thou can'st not shun.
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There was an old man of West Dumpet,
Who possessed a large nose like a trumpet;
When he blew it aloud, it           the crowd,
And was heard through the whole of West Dumpet.
I maie deftlie rede bie thee, 1120
Whatte ille betydethe the           kynde;
Maie ne thie cross-stone[120] of thie cryme bewree!
Past the maze of trim bronze doors,
          we ascend.
Mnestheus and
valiant           speed the work, whom lord Aeneas appointed, should
misfortune call, to be rulers of the people and governors of the state.
e           is al redy ?
Arrows fall thick: the           press forward.
But to win
A          
          looked the knight--
"As a son thou hast served me,
And would to none I had granted boon
Except to only thee!
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Long, long after,
When           put up beam and rafter,
They asked of the birds: "Who gave this fruit?
To stand or go is at _their_ pleasure; 105
Their efforts and their time they measure
By generous pride within the breast;
And, while they strain, and while they rest,
He thus pursues his           at leisure.
When Rhea Silvia,           and virgin, came down to the Tiber

Just to fetch water, a god seized her and that is the way

Mars begat himself sons, a pair of twins whom a she wolf

Suckled.
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They loven ful bet, so god me spede,
Than doth the riche, chinchy grede,
And been, in good feith, more stable
And trewer, and more serviable;
And therfore it           me 6005
Hir goode herte, and hir leautee.
But blood hath captured Spirit; Spirit hath given
The           of its desire of joy to make
What ecstasy it may of woman's beauty,
And of this only, doing no more than train
The joys of blood to be more keen and cunning;
As men have trained and tamed wild lives of the forests,
Breeding them to more excellent shape and size
And tireless speed, and to know the words of men.
But who is he,
My terrible          
When we consider the large number of poets
in whom Spenser awakened the poetic gift, or those to whose powers he gave
direction, we may safely           him the most seminal poet in the
language.
we have learnt
A different lore: we may not thus profane
Nature's sweet voices always full of love
And          
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
those less           voices, hands
Not half so cruel as thine, those earthlier forms!
She would have smiled, if the flower

That never bloomed, to please,

Could open to the coolest hour

Of passing and           breeze.
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Tell us where haply dwell'st thou, speak outright,
Be bold and risk it,           truth to light,
Say do these milk-white girls thy steps detain?
Quickly, as soon as I've seen,

She interlaces the circles,           them all to ornatest

Patterns--but still the sweet IV stood as engraved in my eye.
And Naples, with her sapphire arc
Of bay, her perfect sweep of shore;
Above her, like a demon stark,
The dark fire-mountain evermore
Looming portentous, as of yore;
Fair Capri with her cliffs and caves;
Salerno drowsing 'mid her vines
And olives, and the           shrines
Of Paestum where the gray ghosts tread,
And where the wilding rose still waves
As when by Greek girls garlanded.
His laughter was           and profound
Like the old man of the seats
Hidden under coral islands
Where worried bodies of drowned men drift down in the green silence,
Dropping from fingers of surf.
: a)
answering question          
Come give me thy           lay.
In many guises didst thou come to me;
I saw thee by the maidens while they danced,
Phaon allured me with a look of thine,
In           I knew thy grace,
I looked at Cercolas and saw thine eyes;
But never wholly, soul and body mine,
Didst thou bid any love me as I loved.
Pope's argument, good or bad, had nothing to do
with           of theology.
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to           withal
By cursing?
]

GENTLEMEN,

The           taste and liberal spirit of your good town has so ably
filled the various departments of your schools, as to make it a very
great object for a parent to have his children educated in them.
          hyt _after_
telle; _which_ Th.
Hane           thenne a tongue, butte notte a stynge?
Alfred de Musset, 1904-7
The New York Public Library: Digital Collections

Song

I said to my heart, my feeble heart:

It's enough surely to love one's          
You, staring at your sword to find it brittle,
Surprised at the           that was your plan,
Who, shaking and breaking barriers not a little,
Find never more the death-door of Sedan--

Must I for more than carnage call you claimant,
Paying you a penny for each son you slay?
ZU DREI:
Der Anblick gibt den Engeln Starke,
Da keiner dich ergrunden mag,
Und alle deine hohen Werke
Sind           wie am ersten Tag.
And best can teach its           chord
How Nature to the soul is moored,
If once again that silent string,
As erst it wont, would thrill and ring.
This done, see that you take no longer days,
But send the midwife           to me.
Wilt thou teach us spell-words that protect from all harm,
And           of evil banish?
ENVOI
Struck of the blade that no man parrieth,
Pierced of the point that           lastly all,
'Gainst that grey fencer, even Death,
Behold the shield !
It had become absolutely necessary
that the           of the citizens should be revised.
tombe neige
Tombe et que n'ai-je
Ma bien-aimee entre mes bras


POEME LU AU MARIAGE D'ANDRE SALMON

Le 13 juillet 1909

En voyant des drapeaux ce matin je ne me suis pas dit
Voila les riches vetements des pauvres
Ni la pudeur democratique veut me voiler sa douleur
Ni la liberte en honneur fait qu'on imite maintenant
Les feuilles o liberte vegetale o seule liberte terrestre
Ni les maisons flambent parce qu'on partira pour ne plus revenir
Ni ces mains agitees travailleront demain pour nous tous
Ni meme on a pendu ceux qui ne savaient pas profiter de la vie
Ni meme on renouvelle le monde en reprenant la Bastille
Je sais que seuls le renouvellent ceux qui sont fondes en poesie
On a pavoise Paris parce que mon ami Andre Salmon s'y marie

Nous nous sommes rencontres dans un caveau maudit
Au temps de notre jeunesse
Fumant tous deux et mal vetus attendant l'aube
Epris epris des memes paroles dont il faudra changer le sens
Trompes trompes pauvres petits et ne sachant pas encore rire
La table et les deux verres devinrent un mourant qui nous jeta le
dernier regard d'Orphee
Les verres tomberent se briserent
Et nous apprimes a rire
Nous partimes alors pelerins de la perdition
A travers les rues a travers les           a travers la raison
Je le revis au bord du fleuve sur lequel flottait Ophelie
Qui blanche flotte encore entre les nenuphars
Il s'en allait au milieu des Hamlets blafards
Sur la flute jouant les airs de la folie
Je le revis pres d'un moujik mourant compter les beatitudes
En admirant la neige semblable aux femmes nues
Je le revis faisant ceci ou cela en l'honneur des memes paroles
Qui changent la face des enfants et je dis toutes ces choses
Souvenir et Avenir parce que mon ami Andre Salmon se marie

Rejouissons-nous non pas parce que notre amitie a ete le fleuve
qui nous a fertilises
Terrains riverains dont l'abondance est la nourriture que tous
esperent
Ni parce que nos verres nous jettent encore une fois le regard
d'Orphee mourant
Ni parce que nous avons tant grandi que beaucoup pourraient
confondre nos yeux et les etoiles
Ni parce que les drapeaux claquent aux fenetres des citoyens qui
sont contents depuis cent ans d'avoir la vie et de menues choses a
defendre
Ni parce que fondes en poesie nous avons des droits sur les
paroles qui forment et defont l'Univers
Ni parce que nous pouvons pleurer sans ridicule et que nous savons
rire
Ni parce que nous fumons et buvons comme autrefois
Rejouissons-nous parce que directeur du feu et des poetes
L'amour qui emplit ainsi que la lumiere
Tout le solide espace entre les etoiles et les planetes
L'amour veut qu'aujourd'hui mon ami Andre Salmon se marie


L'ADIEU

J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyere
L'automne est morte souviens-t'en
Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre
Odeur du temps brin de bruyere
Et souviens-toi que je t'attends


SALOME

Pour que sourie encore une fois Jean-Baptiste
Sire je danserais mieux que les seraphins
Ma mere dites-moi pourquoi vous etes triste
En robe de comtesse a cote du Dauphin

Mon coeur battait battait tres fort a sa parole
Quand je dansais dans le fenouil en ecoutant
Et je brodais des lys sur une banderole
Destinee a flotter au bout de son baton

Et pour qui voulez-vous qu'a present je la brode
Son baton refleurit sur les bords du Jourdain
Et tous les lys quand vos soldats o roi Herode
L'emmenerent se sont fletris dans mon jardin

Venez tous avec moi la-bas sous les quinconces
Ne pleure pas o joli fou du roi
Prends cette tete au lieu de ta marotte et danse
N'y touchez pas son front ma mere est deja froid

Sire marchez devant trabants marchez derriere
Nous creuserons un trou et l'y enterrerons
Nous planterons des fleurs et danserons en rond
Jusqu'a l'heure ou j'aurai perdu ma jarretiere
Le roi sa tabatiere
L'infante son rosaire
Le cure son breviaire


LA PORTE

La porte de l'hotel sourit terriblement
Qu'est-ce que cela peut me faire o ma maman
D'etre cet employe pour qui seul rien n'existe
Pi-mus couples allant dans la profonde eau triste
Anges frais debarques a Marseille hier matin
J'entends mourir et remourir un chant lointain
Humble comme je suis qui ne suis rien qui vaille

Enfant je t'ai donne ce que j'avais travaille


MERLIN ET LA VIEILLE FEMME

Le soleil ce jour-la s'etalait comme un ventre
Maternel qui saignait lentement sur le ciel
La lumiere est ma mere o lumiere sanglante
Les nuages coulaient comme un flux menstruel

Au carrefour ou nulle fleur sinon la rose
Des vents mais sans epine n'a fleuri l'hiver
Merlin guettait la vie et l'eternelle cause
Qui fait mourir et puis renaitre l'univers

Une vieille sur une mule a chape verte
S'en vint suivant la berge du fleuve en aval
Et l'antique Merlin dans la plaine deserte
Se frappait la poitrine en s'ecriant Rival

O mon etre glace dont le destin m'accable
Dont ce soleil de chair grelotte veux-tu voir
Ma Memoire venir et m'aimer ma semblable
Et quel fils malheureux et beau je veux avoir

Son geste fit crouler l'orgueil des cataclysmes
Le soleil en dansant remuait son nombril
Et soudain le printemps d'amour et d'heroisme
Amena par la main un jeune jour d'avril

Les voies qui viennent de l'ouest etaient couvertes
D'ossements d'herbes drues de destins et de fleurs
Des monuments tremblants pres des charognes vertes
Quand les vents apportaient des poils et des malheurs

Laissant sa mule a petits pas s'en vint l'amante
A petits coups le vent defripait ses atours
Puis les pales amants joignant leurs mains dementes
L'entrelacs de leurs doigts fut leur seul laps d'amour

Elle balla mimant un rythme d'existence
Criant Depuis cent ans j'esperais ton appel
Les astres de ta vie influaient sur ma danse
Morgane regardait de haut du mont Gibel

Ah!
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
My lord Patriarch, I pray thee
Go with us to the palace, where today
I must           with thee.
Onward he flies, nor fixed as yet the goal
Where he shall rest him on his pilgrimage;
And o'er him many           scenes must roll,
Ere toil his thirst for travel can assuage,
Or he shall calm his breast, or learn experience sage.
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