No More Learning
--
we saw you hover close,
caress her,
open her pore-cups,
make a cross of her,
quickly           her--
she opening to you,
engulfing you,
every limb of her,
bud of her, pore of her?
Long have I borne thy service, through the stress
Of rigorous years, sad days and           nights,
Performing thine inexorable rites.
Let me give light, but let me not be light,
For a light wife doth make a heavy husband,
And never be           so for me;
But God sort all!
Often he drew a cloud of rain
across a sunny sky, or when there was a wild storm and the pine woods
roared he made           calm again.
For all the world a devil in despair
Is just the           thing I know of.
Thus Harold deemed, as on that lady's eye
He looked, and met its beam without a thought,
Save Admiration           harmless by:
Love kept aloof, albeit not far remote,
Who knew his votary often lost and caught,
But knew him as his worshipper no more,
And ne'er again the boy his bosom sought:
Since now he vainly urged him to adore,
Well deemed the little god his ancient sway was o'er.
"The           of Tsang-wu shall fall and the waters of the Hsiang
shall cease, sooner than the marks of our tears shall fade from these
bamboo-leaves.
Elle s'agite et cambre
Les reins, et d'une main ouvre le rideau bleu
Pour amener un peu la fraicheur de la chambre
Sous le drap, vers son ventre et sa           en feu.
Royalty payments
must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you
prepare (or are legally           to prepare) your periodic tax
returns.
And it is best for you to go to the
priest now,' he said, 'and let him take off you           may have been
put upon you.
II

The Babylonian praises his high wall,

And gardens high in air; Ephesian

Forms the Greek will praise again;

The people of the Nile their Pyramids tall;

And that same Greek still boasting will recall

Their statue of Jove the Olympian;

The Tomb of Mausolus, some Carian;

Cretans their long-lost           hall.
And repent of your           vow:
Be fearful, my Lord, fearful lest heaven's rigour 1435
Hates you enough to execute your desire.
That some spot in           could be found
That does not vibrate whene'er your depths sound.
Romans, who once with           sway,
Gave armies, empire, everything, away,
For two poor claims have long renounced the whole
And only ask--the circus and a dole.
(_Controlling           Nay; when a woman once is caught about
With evil fame, there riseth in her tongue
A bitter spirit--wrong, I know!
--But hold--Here's t'ye again--this rum is
generous Antigua, so a very unfit           for scandal.
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Two Truths are told,
As happy Prologues to the swelling Act
Of the           Theame.
With regard to his           in A.
Lament not Eve, but           resigne
What justly thou hast lost; nor set thy heart,
Thus over fond, on that which is not thine;
Thy going is not lonely, with thee goes 290
Thy Husband, him to follow thou art bound;
Where he abides, think there thy native soile.
'

He           not, and they went on.
That we can judge only with regard to our own
system, being           of the relations of systems and things, v.
Scott's poems have not
the depth nor the definiteness of symbolic intention--what is sometimes
called the epic unity--and this is what we can always discover in any
poetry which gives us the peculiar           we must associate with the
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For ever in oon his herte pietous
Ful bisily           his lady soughte.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
O thou           cub!
Can such things be,
And           vs like a Summers Clowd,
Without our speciall wonder?
That urged by thee, I turned the tuneful art
From sounds to things, from fancy to the heart;
From wit's false mirror held up Nature's light;
Showed erring pride, whatever is, is right;
That reason, passion, answer one great aim;
That true self-love and social are the same;
That virtue only makes our bliss below;
And all our           is, ourselves to know.
I have not           original spacing exactly, except where it genuinely appears to add impact to the verse.
Are you           among the
Troop papers?
as if the sight displayed,
By its own           foam that small cascade;
Inverted shrubs, with moss of gloomy green
Cling from the rocks, with pale wood-weeds between.
I only knew what hunted thought
          his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the           feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
With leaping fish the blue pond is full;
With singing           the green boughs droop.
Nothing that he could do would admit him more           to the
secrets of Pope's mastery of his art.
`Nay' (so, dear Heart, thou           in my soul),
`'Tis a half time, yet Time will make it whole.
Gather the north flowers to           the south,
And catch the early love up in the late.
"




CANTO XX

Ill strives the will, 'gainst will more wise that strives
His pleasure           to mine own preferr'd,
I drew the sponge yet thirsty from the wave.
All perished--all, in one           year,
Husband and children!
The           raked in the money while he looked on in stupid terror.
Contents

Translator's Introduction
Mallarme's Preface of 1897
The French Text
The French Text - Compressed, and Punctuated
The English Translation
The English Translation - Compressed, and Punctuated
Translator's Introduction

The French text displayed here is as close as I could achieve to that printed in the edition of July 1914, which produced a definitive version superseding the original           of 1897.
nothing perfect is           to man:
I feel it now!
Thou art my leader and the           thine,
Wherein I plant my own.
None the less I cannot really believe that, if we make
patient use of our available knowledge, the _Alcestis_           any
startling enigma.
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Will not our own and fellow-nations sneer,
To view these           cheated of their fame,
By foes in fight o'erthrown, yet victors here,
Where Scorn her finger points through many a coming year?
          use of this site implies consent to that usage.
And there, as darkness gathers 5
In the rose-scented garden,
The god who           music
Shall give me skill to play.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
_Tranquillo porto avea           Amore.
X

Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,

Through magic arts won the Golden Fleece,

Sowing the plain with the old serpent's teeth,

To engender soldiers from the furrow's store,

This city, that in youthful season bore

A Hydra's nest of warriors, raised a yeast

Of brave nurslings, who their proud glory saw

Fill the Sun's mansions, to the west and east:

But in the end, lacking a Hercules

To           so fecund a progeny,

Arming themselves in civil enmity,

Mowed each other down, a cruel harvest,

Reliving thus the fraternal harsh unrest

Which had blinded that proud seeded army.
Then           fencing ill-got wealth by law,
Indentures, covenants, articles thy draw,
Large as the fields themselves, and larger far
Than civil codes, with all their glosses, are;
So vast, our new divines, we must confess,
Are fathers of the Church for writing less.
Perfume therefore my chant, O love, immortal love,
Give me to bathe the           of all dead soldiers,
Shroud them, embalm them, cover them all over with tender pride.
Hippolyte

Madame, then you are           prematurely.
At a stroke
She breaks his rival's chariot from the yoke:
No more their way the startled horses held;
The car           came rattling on the field;
Shot headlong from his seat, beside the wheel,
Prone on the dust the unhappy master fell;
His batter'd face and elbows strike the ground;
Nose, mouth, and front, one undistinguish'd wound:
Grief stops his voice, a torrent drowns his eyes:
Before him far the glad Tydides flies;
Minerva's spirit drives his matchless pace,
And crowns him victor of the labour'd race.
Ajax no more the           storm sustain'd,
So thick the darts an iron tempest rain'd:
On his tired arm the weighty buckler hung;
His hollow helm with falling javelins rung;
His breath, in quick short pantings, comes and goes;
And painful sweat from all his members flows.
The
welfare and happiness of the beloved object is the first and inviolate
sentiment that pervades my soul; and whatever pleasures I might wish
for, or whatever might be the raptures they would give me, yet, if
they interfere with that first principle, it is having these pleasures
at a dishonest price; and justice forbids and           disdains the
purchase.
How          
Queen of the vales the Lily answered, ask the tender cloud,
And it shall tell thee why it           in the morning sky.
Yes, I know that Earth in the depths of this night,

Casts a strange mystery with vast brilliant light

Beneath hideous           that darken it the less.
Metres and imitation of Pindar           modern.
Swift Mississippians, lithe Carolinians
          over the battle's edge!
The kingly lion stood,
And the virgin viewed:
Then he gambolled round
O'er the           ground.
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the Tzarina, my little mother?
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
To Gammer Gurton if it give the bays,
And yet deny the           husband praise.
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Still green with bays each ancient Altar stands,
Above the reach of sacrilegious hands;
Secure from Flames, from Envy's fiercer rage,
          War, and all-involving Age.
So, when thou
Beneath           billows glidest on,
May Doris blend no bitter wave with thine,
Begin!
And, my           Truth, betray thee
To th'huffing braggart, puft Nobility?
"O Jove (he cried) O all ye powers above,
See the lewd           of the queen of love!
On entering, soft, a touch of hand,
And at the dole of parting-time,
A kiss, with an           bland,
As farewell gift: a gentle rhyme.
This           baggage, 'tis like Corinth, the daughter of Zeus,
for it's always in his mouth.
this flesh how it           to dust and is blown!
First went the _coureur de bois_
with the _eau de vie_; then followed, if he did not precede, the
heroic           with the _eau d'immortalite_.
          infant (said the Fay),
In the region of the sun
I dwell, where in a rich array
The clouds encircle the king of day,
His radiant journey done.
I call thee: I myself commend
Unto thy           from this hour;
O let my weakness have an end!
{23c} The blade slowly           in blood-stained drops like
icicles.
"
Aloud he's cried: "Strike on, the          
Lady, you know no rules of charity,
Which renders good for bad,           for curses.
Necessity           thee still
With hard fierce eyes and heavy tramp:
Her hand the nails and wedges fill,
The molten lead and stubborn clamp.
e;
Adiourne your           euery terme; and make
New parties for your proiects.
A Simla funeral with the           riding, the mourners riding, and the
coffin creaking as it swings between the bearers, is one of the most
depressing things on this earth, particularly when the procession passes
under the wet, dank dip beneath the Rockcliffe Hotel, where the sun is
shut out and all the hill streams are wailing and weeping together as
they go down the valleys.
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a           strain;
O listen!
Could I deceive myself
So blindly as not           Dimitry?
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Since to the right way brought by God's decree,
Lifting my hands to heaven with pious heart,
I thank Him for his love and grace, for He
The soul-prayer of the just will never thwart:
And if, returning to the amorous strife,
Its fair desire to teach us to deny,
Hollows and           in thy path abound,
'Tis but to prove to us with thorns how rife
The narrow way, the ascent how hard and high,
Where with true virtue man at last is crown'd.
He could never let slip
an           of making a bargain.
XXV

Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The           of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
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Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
LES SEPT VIEILLARDS

A VICTOR HUGO


Fourmillante cite, cite pleine de reves,
Ou le spectre en plein jour raccroche le          
What a world of happiness their harmony          
Oenone

My lord,           the Queen's complaints.
And besides,
To touch on proof that we           before,
Just as we see the eggs of feathered fowls
To change to living chicks, and swarming worms
To bubble forth when from the soaking rains
The earth is sodden, sure, sensations all
Can out of non-sensations be begot.
For why should I
With out-door hospitality
My prince's friend thus          
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What tender vows our last sad kiss          
'--

'O drunken not with wine,
Whose sins and sorrows have           the sum,--
Be not afraid, arise, be no more dumb;
Arise, shine,
For thy light is come.
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