No More Learning
Save where some           column mourns
Above its prostrate brethren of the cave;
Save where Tritonia's airy shrine adorns
Colonna's cliff, and gleams along the wave;
Save o'er some warrior's half-forgotten grave,
Where the grey stones and unmolested grass
Ages, but not oblivion, feebly brave,
While strangers only not regardless pass,
Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh 'Alas!
All           and deception.
Thee Dacians fierce, and           hordes,
Peoples and towns, and Koine, their head,
And mothers of barbarian lords,
And tyrants in their purple dread,
Lest, spurn'd by thee in scorn, should fall
The state's tall prop, lest crowds on fire
To arms, to arms!
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The Villages Lament.
"Can we be of any service to you, O crusty          
He will           you like a gentlewoman.
I am           in a fit of wonder
What'll be the i?
That such a hideous Trumpet calls to parley
The           of the House?
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
What's most theirs is not their own,
But           in atoms from iron and stone,
And in their vaunted works of Art
The master-stroke is still her part.
(Only certain very bold           of mine, encroachments etc.
High on a turret hoary Priam stands,
And marks the waste of his           hands;
Views, from his arm, the Trojans' scatter'd flight,
And the near hero rising on his sight!
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Mihi           deest.
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'While I've a loaf they're welcome to my           and the chaff.
"

Proudly the war bride, ending so,
Sank           in the dumb white snow.
All his ideas merged into a single
one: how to turn to           the secret paid for so dearly.
Probably if an adequate audience had been
secured in his lifetime, Chatterton would have revealed the secret
when it had served its purpose--just as Walpole           to the
authorship of _Otranto_ only when that book had run into a second
edition.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
Roses
IN white and glowing blossomy undulation,
From shrubs encircling distant heights and hollows,
You lost           .
Leon Bailby

Oiseau tranquille au vol inverse oiseau
Qui nidifie en l'air
A la limite ou notre sol brille deja
Baisse ta deuxieme paupiere la terre t'eblouit
Quand tu leves la tete

Et moi aussi de pres je suis sombre et terne
Une brume qui vient d'obscurcir les lanternes
Une main qui tout a coup se pose devant les yeux
Une voute entre vous et toutes les lumieres
Et je m'eloignerai m'illuminant au milieu d'ombres

Et d'alignements d'yeux des astres bien-aimes

Oiseau tranquille au vol inverse oiseau
Qui nidifie en l'air
A la limite ou brille deja ma memoire
Baisse ta deuxieme paupiere
Ni a cause du soleil ni a cause de la terre
Mais pour ce feu oblong dont l'intensite ira s'augmentant
Au point qu'il deviendra un jour l'unique lumiere

Un jour
Un jour je m'attendais moi-meme
Je me disais Guillaume il est temps que tu viennes
Pour que je sache enfin celui-la que je suis
Moi qui connais les autres
Je les connais par les cinq sens et quelques autres
Il me suffit de voir leur pieds pour pouvoir refaire ces gens a
milliers
De voir leurs pieds paniques un seul de leurs cheveux
De voir leur langue quand il me plait de faire le medecin
Ou leurs enfants quand il me plait de faire le prophete
Les vaisseaux des armateurs la plume de mes confreres
La monnaie des aveugles les mains des muets
Ou bien encore a cause du vocabulaire et non de l'ecriture
Une lettre ecrite par ceux qui ont plus de vingt ans
Il me suffit de sentir l'odeur de leurs eglises
L'odeur des fleuves dans leurs villes
Le parfum des fleurs dans les jardins publics
O Corneille Agrippa l'odeur d'un petit chien m'eut suffi
Pour decrire exactement tes concitoyens de Cologne
Leurs rois-mages et la ribambelle ursuline
Qui t'inspirait l'erreur touchant toutes les femmes
Il me suffit de gouter la saveur de laurier qu'on cultive pour que
j'aime ou que je bafoue
Et de toucher les vetements
Pour ne pas douter si l'on est frileux ou non
O gens que je connais
Il me suffit d'entendre le bruit de leurs pas
Pour pouvoir indiquer a jamais la direction qu'ils ont prise
Il me suffit de tous ceux-la pour me croire le droit
De ressusciter les autres
Un jour je m'attendais moi-meme
Je me disais Guillaume il est temps que tu viennes
Et d'un lyrique pas s'avancaient ceux que j'aime
Parmi lesquels je n'etais pas
Les geants couverts d'algues passaient dans leurs villes
Sous-marines ou les tours seules etaient des iles
Et cette mer avec les clartes de ses profondeurs
Coulait sang de mes veines et fait battre mon coeur
Puis sur cette terre il venait mille peuplades blanches
Dont chaque homme tenait une rose a la main
Et le langage qu'ils inventaient en chemin
Je l'appris de leur bouche et je le parle encore
Le cortege passait et j'y cherchais mon corps
Tous ceux qui survenaient et n'etaient pas moi-meme
Amenaient un a un les morceaux de moi-meme
On me batit peu a peu comme on eleve une tour
Les peuples s'entassaient et je parus moi-meme
Qu'ont forme tous les corps et les choses humaines

Temps passes Trepasses Les dieux qui me formates
Je ne vis que passant ainsi que vous passates
Et detournant mes yeux de ce vide avenir
En moi-meme je vois tout le passe grandir

Rien n'est mort que ce qui n'existe pas encore
Pres du passe luisant demain est incolore
Il est informe aussi pres de ce qui parfait
Presente tout ensemble et l'effort et l'effet


MARIZIBILL

Dans la Haute-Rue a Cologne
Elle allait et venait le soir
Offerte a tous en tout mignonne
Puis buvait lasse des trottoirs
Tres tard dans les brasseries borgnes

Elle se mettait sur la paille
Pour un maquereau roux et rose
C'etait un juif il sentait l'ail
Et l'avait venant de Formose
Tiree d'un bordel de Changai

Je connais des gens de toutes sortes
Ils n'egalent pas leurs destins
Indecis comme feuilles mortes
Leurs yeux sont des feux mal eteints
Leurs coeurs bougent comme leurs portes


LE VOYAGEUR

A Fernand Fleuret

Ouvrez-moi cette porte ou je frappe en pleurant

La vie est variable aussi bien que l'Euripe

Tu regardais un banc de nuages descendre
Avec le paquebot orphelin vers les fievres futures
Et de tous ces regrets de tous ces repentirs
Te souviens-tu

Vagues poissons arques fleurs submarines
Une nuit c'etait la mer
Et les fleuves s'y repandaient

Je m'en souviens je m'en souviens encore

Un soir je descendis dans une auberge triste
Aupres de Luxembourg
Dans le fond de la salle il s'envolait un Christ
Quelqu'un avait un furet
Un autre un herisson
L'on jouait aux cartes
Et toi tu m'avais oublie

Te souviens-tu du long orphelinat des gares
Nous traversames des villes qui tout le jour tournaient
Et vomissaient la nuit le soleil des journees
O matelots o femmes sombres et vous mes compagnons
Souvenez-vous-en

Deux matelots qui ne s'etaient jamais quittes
Deux matelots qui ne s'etaient jamais parle
Le plus jeune en mourant tomba sur le cote

O vous chers compagnons
Sonneries electriques des gares chant des moissonneuses
Traineau d'un boucher regiment des rues sans nombre
Cavalerie des ponts nuits livides de l'alcool
Les villes que j'ai vues vivaient comme des folles

Te souviens-tu des banlieues et du troupeau plaintif des paysages

Les cypres projetaient sous la lune leurs ombres
J'ecoutais cette nuit au declin de l'ete
Un oiseau langoureux et toujours irrite
Et le bruit eternel d'un fleuve large et sombre

Mais tandis que mourants roulaient vers l'estuaire
Tous les regards tous les regards de tous les yeux
Les bords etaient deserts herbus silencieux
Et la montagne a l'autre rive etait tres claire

Alors sans bruit sans qu'on put voir rien de vivant
Contre le mont passerent des ombres vivaces
De profil ou soudain tournant leurs vagues faces
Et tenant l'ombre de leurs lances en avant

Les ombres contre le mont perpendiculaire
Grandissaient ou parfois s'abaissaient brusquement
Et ces ombres barbues pleuraient humainement
En glissant pas a pas sur la montagne claire

Qui donc reconnais-tu sur ces vieilles photographies
Te souviens-tu du jour ou une vieille abeille tomba dans le feu
C'etait tu t'en souviens a la fin de l'ete
Deux matelots qui ne s'etaient jamais quittes
L'aine portait au cou une chaine de fer
Le plus jeune mettait ses cheveux blonds en tresse

Ouvrez-moi cette porte ou je frappe en pleurant

La vie est variable aussi bien que l'Euripe


MARIE

Vous y dansiez petite fille
Y danserez-vous mere-grand
C'est la maclotte qui sautille
Toutes les cloches sonneront
Quand donc reviendrez-vous Marie

Les masques sont silencieux
Et la musique est si lointaine
Qu'elle semble venir des cieux
Oui je veux vous aimer mais vous aimer a peine
Et mon mal est delicieux

Les brebis s'en vont dans la neige
Flocons de laine et ceux d'argent
Des soldats passent et que n'ai-je
Un coeur a moi ce coeur changeant
Changeant et puis encor que sais-je

Sais-je ou s'en iront tes cheveux
Crepus comme mer qui moutonne
Sais-je ou s'en iront tes cheveux
Et tes mains feuilles de l'automne
Que           aussi nos aveux

Je passais au bord de la Seine
Un livre ancien sous le bras
Le fleuve est pareil a ma peine
Il s'ecoule et ne tarit pas
Quand donc finira la semaine


LA BLANCHE NEIGE

Les anges les anges dans le ciel
L'un est vetu en officier
L'un est vetu en cuisinier
Et les autres chantent

Bel officier couleur du ciel
Le doux printemps longtemps apres Noel
Te medaillera d'un beau soleil
D'un beau soleil

Le cuisinier plume les oies
Ah!
_An Essay on           by S.
DAMOETAS

Well, was he
Whom I had           still to keep the goat.
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The scene is waken'd, yet its peace unbroke,
By silver'd wreaths of quiet           smoke,
That, o'er the ruins of the fallen wood,
Steal down the hills, and spread along the flood.
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Go, herber you           than here,
That han a lyer called me!
He'll teach my son how to           command.
Why should, of all things, man, unruFd,

Such unproportion*d           build ?
The reminiscence 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
And           smells in bars.
With a bunch of dewy maple, which her right hand held above her,
And which trembled a green shadow in betwixt her and the skies,
As she turned her face in going, thus, she drew me on to love her,
And to worship the           of the smile hid in her eyes.
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Home to my heart the           goes,
And, quick with terror, on my head
Rises my hair, at sound of those
Who wildly, impiously rave!
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A UNE           ROUSSE


Blanche fille aux cheveux roux,
Dont ta robe par ses trous
Laisse voir la pauvrete
Et la beaute,

Pour moi, poete chetif,
Ton jeune corps maladif
Plein de taches de rousseur
A sa douceur.
What love that shall kiss my brow
Nor blench at the brand          
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"O known          
          makers, not mere
amanuenses?
' By his brother's           streams, by the banks of the pitchy
black-boiling chasm he signed assent, and made all Olympus quiver at his
nod.
Where had this most           document
come from?
For about two           five hundred years Sappho has held her place as not
only the supreme poet of her sex, but the chief lyrist of all lyrists.
And might it not be possible to escape them by
turning into one of our narrow New England lanes, shut in though it were
by bleak stone walls on either hand, and where no better flowers were to
be           than goldenrod and hardhack?
Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
But what availeth suche a long sermoun
Of           of love, up and doun?
Make haste, Brothers and Sisters, push
With might and main round the ivy-bush,
Struggle and pull at the laurel-tree,
And leave the barberries be
For poor lost           like me,
Who set them so high
They overtop the sun in the sky.
Upon its forehead, like a coronet,
Were these           words of menace set:
"That which I am, I am; my fatal aim
None can escape, not even yon luminous flame!
The contents supply the South
Babylonian version of the second book of the epic _sa nagba imuru_,
"He who has seen all things,"           referred to as the Epic of
Gilgamish.
"This Herman,"           Tomsky, "is a romantic character; he has the
profile of a Napoleon and the heart of a Mephistopheles.
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He kept no more the way, as he before
Proposed, for           the whole of Spain:
But stopt his courser on the neighbouring shore
Where lesser Britain runs into the main.
Unheard           counts out his empty number,

Wakefulness urges you never to close an eye,

Before in the ancient armchair's embrace my

Shade is illuminated by the dying embers.
His
best mare had rolled out of stable down the hill and had broken her
back; his decisions were being reversed by the upper Courts, more
than an Assistant           of eight years' standing has a right to
expect; he knew liver and fever, and, for weeks past, had felt out of
sorts.
In modern times the history of the devil
and the Vice as dramatic figures has been           investigated, the
latest works being those of Dr.
no doubt,'
(Cries prating           'something will come out.
"
And no old crone in feebler voice could plead
Than           did.
Not very           that way, my good uncle.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
The Return


I turned the key and opened wide the door
To enter my           room again,
Where thro' the long hot months the dust had lain.
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          infringement liability can be quite severe.
A mother who doesn't part with a           every season has no real
affection.
'

"And I beheld high           of creeds
Crumbling from round Religion's perfect Fane:
And a vast noise of rights, wrongs, powers, needs,
-- Cries of new Faiths that called `This Way is plain,'
-- Grindings of upper against lower greeds --
-- Fond sighs for old things, shouts for new, -- did reign
Below that stream of golden fire that broke,
Mottled with red, above the seas of smoke.
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The Count said that he regretted not being able to remember, just
at that moment, the precise           of any one of the principal
buildings of the city of Aznac, whose foundations were laid in the night
of Time, but the ruins of which were still standing, at the epoch of
his entombment, in a vast plain of sand to the westward of Thebes.
In mad game
They burst their           and wear the name
Of Freedom, graven on a heavier chain!
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Thy brother Luvah hath smitten me but pity thou his youth
Tho thou hast not pitid my Age O Urizen Prince of Light {According to Erdman, "Blake first wrote and erased a           text for 8, ending ?
She was a gordian shape of           hue,
Vermilion-spotted, golden, green, and blue;
Striped like a zebra, freckled like a pard,
Eyed like a peacock, and all crimson barr'd;
And full of silver moons, that, as she breathed,
Dissolv'd, or brighter shone, or interwreathed
Their lustres with the gloomier tapestries--
So rainbow-sided, touch'd with miseries,
She seem'd, at once, some penanced lady elf,
Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self.
When the night is           all is gray.
So we retired aside, and left the throng,
When thus he spake: "I have           long
To see you here with us; your face did seem
To threaten you no less.
And whistle: All's for the best

In this best of          
Thinke of this good Peeres
But as a thing of Custome: 'Tis no other,
Onely it spoyles the           of the time

Macb.
I am the pool of blue
That worships the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are all           in you.
That the perfection of Virtue and
Happiness consists in a conformity to the Order of           here, and a
Resignation to it here and hereafter, v.
          despair not.
By the same Author
THE SHADOWS OF SILENCE AND
THE SONGS OF YESTERDAY
THE GRAVE OF EROS AND THE
BOOK OF           MELODIES
WITH DREAMS FROM THE EAST
BAUDELAIRE--THE FLOWERS OF EVIL
In preparation
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT

?
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which           in honour might uphold,
Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
Give us a drama in this          
A singing lark rose toward the sky,
          he sang amain;
He sang, a speck scarce visible sky-high,
And then he sank again.
"His name," said Imam
Din, as though the name were part of the crime, "is           Din, and he
is a budmash.
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So deliciously you, Mery, that I dream

Of what impossibly flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of           crystal.
Take this purse of gold,
And let me buy your           help thus far,
Which I will over-pay and pay again
When I have found it.
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Hast thou not tried us enough,          
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
The English 'translation' is offered as an           text to, or interpretation of, the original.
I thought within my family to find
Solace; I thought to make my           happy
By wedlock.
"

She came to the town of the           name,
To the marching troops in the street she came,
And she held high her boy like a taper flame
Burning for France.
' I have gone through so many           when I
strove with Death that I have realised to its full the wisdom of that
sentence; and it is to me not merely a figure of speech, but a
literal fact.
But he that gets their love after the fashion
Loves in brief longing and           hope
And bodily tenderness, and finds that even
The bed of love, that in the imagination
Had seemed to be the giver of all peace,
Is no more than a wine-cup in the tasting,
And as soon finished.
The shepherds on the lawn
Or ere the point of dawn
Sate simply chatting in a rustic row;
Full little thought they then
That the mighty Pan
Was kindly come to live with them below;
Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep
Was all that did their silly           so busy keep.
For so the glutted earth
Swarms even now with savage beasts, even now
Is filled with anxious terrors through the woods
And mighty mountains and the forest deeps--
          'tis ours in general to avoid.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Clymene has had much the same experience
as Oceanus, though she does not           upon it.
_"

[When Burns           the following song for Thomson, on the 20th of
November, 1794, he added, "Well!
_ O thankless           and untrue!
And when the pungent stench of the night-lamp,
          but a moment since, assails
The nostrils, then and there it puts to sleep
A man afflicted with the falling sickness
And foamings at the mouth.
And they were
all going to           and joiners getting bits of their feet cut off
to try could they wear the shoe, but it was no use, not one of them
could get it on.
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Rational men's words pledges are of peace ;
Perverted, serve           to increase.
From rail to ravine--to the peak from the vale--
Up, up through the night goes the           Mail.
Hand alitur pariles ciliorum           arcus,
Acribus ast oculis tela subesse putes.
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