No More Learning
MARGARETE:
Ich es auf, und           liebt es mich.
The poem, bold in its           and uncompromising in their expression,
met with many censurers, not only among those who allow of no virtue
but such as supports the cause they espouse, but even among those
whose opinions were similar to his own.
--It is not the passing through these learnings that
hurts us, but the           and sticking about them.
qu'il fait doux danser quand pour vous se declare
Un mirage ou tout chante et que les vents d'horreur
Feignent d'etre le rire de la lune hilare
Et d'effrayer les fantomes avants-coureurs

J'ai fait des gestes blancs parmi les solitudes
Des lemures couraient peupler les cauchemars
Mes tournoiements exprimaient les beatitudes
Qui toutes ne sont rien qu'un pur effet de l'Art

Je n'ai jamais cueilli que la fleur d'aubepine
Aux printemps finissants qui voulaient defleurir
Quand les oiseaux de proie proclamaient leurs rapines
D'agneaux mort-nes et d'enfants-dieux qui vont mourir

Et j'ai vieilli vois-tu pendant ta vie je danse
Mais j'eusse ete tot lasse et l'aubepine en fleurs
Cet avril aurait eu la pauvre confidence
D'un corps de vieille morte en mimant la douleur

Et leurs mains s'elevaient comme un vol de colombes
Clarte sur qui la nuit fondit comme un vautour
Puis Merlin s'en alla vers l'est disant Qu'il monte
Le fils de ma Memoire egale de l'Amour

Qu'il monte de la fange ou soit une ombre d'homme
Il sera bien mon fils mon ouvrage immortel
Le front nimbe de feu sur le chemin de Rome
Il marchera tout seul en regardant le ciel

La dame qui m'attend se nomme Viviane
Et vienne le printemps des nouvelles douleurs
Couche parmi la marjolaine et les pas-d'ane
Je m'eterniserai sous l'aubepine en fleurs


SALTIMBANQUES

A Louis Dumur

Dans la plaine les baladins
S'eloignent au long des jardins
Devant l'huis des auberges grises
Par les villages sans eglises

Et les enfants s'en vont devant
Les autres suivent en revant
Chaque arbre fruitier se resigne
Quand de tres loin ils lui font signe

Ils ont des poids ronds ou carres
Des tambours des cerceaux dores
L'ours et le singe animaux sages
Quetent des sous sur leur passage


LE LARRON

CHOEUR

Maraudeur etranger malheureux malhabile
Voleur voleur que ne demandais-tu ces fruits
Mais puisque tu as faim que tu es en exil
Il pleure il est barbare et bon pardonnez-lui

LARRON

Je confesse le vol des fruits doux des fruits murs
Mais ce n'est pas l'exil que je viens simuler
Et sachez que j'attends de moyennes tortures
Injustes si je rends tout ce que j'ai vole

VIEILLARD

Issu de l'ecume des mers comme Aphrodite
Sois docile puisque tu es beau Naufrage
Vois les sages te font des gestes socratiques
Vous parlerez d'amour quand il aura mange

CHOEUR

Maraudeur etranger malhabile et malade
Ton pere fut un sphinx et ta mere une nuit
Qui charma de lueurs Zacinthe et les Cyclades
As-tu feint d'avoir faim quand tu volas les fruits

LARRON

Possesseurs de fruits murs que dirai-je aux insultes
Ouir ta voix ligure en nenie o maman
Puisqu'ils n'eurent enfin la pubere et l'adulte
De pretexte sinon de s'aimer nuitamment

Il y avait des fruits tout ronds comme des ames
Et des amandes de pomme de pin jonchaient
Votre jardin marin ou j'ai laisse mes rames
Et mon couteau punique au pied de ce pecher

Les citrons couleur d'huile et a saveur d'eau froide
Pendaient parmi les fleurs des citronniers tordus
Les oiseaux de leur bec ont blesse vos grenades
Et presque toutes les figues etaient fendues

L'ACTEUR

Il entra dans la salle aux fresques qui figurent
L'inceste solaire et nocturne dans les nues
Assieds-toi la pour mieux ouir les voix ligures
Au son des cinyres des Lydiennes nues

Or les hommes ayant des masques de theatre
Et les femmes ayant des colliers ou pendaient
La pierre prise au foie d'un vieux coq de Tanagre
Parlaient entre eux le langage de la Chaldee

Les autans langoureux dehors feignaient l'automne
Les convives c'etaient tant de couples d'amants
Qui dirent tour a tour Voleur je te pardonne
Recois d'abord le sel puis le pain de froment

Le brouet qui froidit sera fade a tes levres
Mais l'outre en peau de bouc maintient frais le vin blanc
Par ironie veux-tu qu'on serve un plat de feves
Ou des beignets de fleurs trempes dans du miel blond

Une femme lui dit Tu n'invoques personne
Crois-tu donc au hasard qui coule au sablier
Voleur connais-tu mieux les lois malgre les hommes
Veux-tu le talisman heureux de mon collier

Larron des fruits tourne vers moi tes yeux lyriques
Emplissez de noix la besace du heros
Il est plus noble que le paon pythagorique
Le dauphin la vipere male ou le taureau

Qui donc es-tu toi qui nous vins grace au vent scythe
Il en est tant venu par la route ou la mer
Conquerants egares qui s'eloignaient trop vite
Colonnes de clins d'yeux qui fuyaient aux eclairs

CHOEUR

Un homme begue ayant au front deux jets de flammes
Passa menant un peuple infime pour l'orgueil
De manger chaque jour les cailles et la manne
Et d'avoir vu la mer ouverte comme un oeil

Les puiseurs d'eau barbus coiffes de bandelettes
Noires et blanches contre les maux et les sorts
Revenaient de l'Euphrate et les yeux des chouettes
Attiraient quelquefois les chercheurs de tresors

Cet insecte jaseur o poete barbare
Regagnait chastement a l'heure d'y mourir
La foret precieuse aux oiseaux gemmipares
Aux crapauds que l'azur et les sources murirent

Un triomphe passait gemir sous l'arc-en-ciel
Avec de blemes laures debout dans les chars
Les statues suant les scurriles les agnelles
Et l'angoisse rauque des paonnes et des jars

Les veuves precedaient en egrenant des grappes
Les eveques noir reverant sans le savoir
Au           isocele ouvert au mors des chapes
Pallas et chantaient l'hymne a la belle mais noire

Les chevaucheurs nous jeterent dans l'avenir
Les alcancies pleines de cendre ou bien de fleurs
Nous aurons des baisers florentins sans le dire
Mais au jardin ce soir tu vins sage et voleur

Ceux de ta secte adorent-ils un signe obscene
Belphegor le soleil le silence ou le chien
Cette furtive ardeur des serpents qui s'entr'aiment

L'ACTEUR

Et le larron des fruits cria Je suis chretien

CHOEUR

Ah!
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
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UN FANTOME

I

LES TENEBRES


Dans les caveaux d'insondable tristesse
Ou le Destin m'a deja relegue;
Ou jamais n'entre un rayon rose et gai;
Ou, seul avec la Nuit,           hotesse,

Je suis comme un peintre qu'un Dieu moqueur
Condamne a peindre, helas!
the wrench at my
heart to think that he is gone, for ever gone from me, never more to
meet in the           of a weary world!
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
SAID one, why brother, she's your very shade;
The           are the same-:-your looks pervade.
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Wie du draussen auf dem bergigen Wege
Durch Rennen und           ergetzt uns hast,
So nimm nun auch von mir die Pflege,
Als ein willkommner stiller Gast.
In spite of many           of detail the kernel of the Rush story is
precisely that of Jonson's play, the visit of a devil to earth with
the purpose of corrupting men.
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
Or           on all, or all away.
Oh,           thieves, and hard-boiled scalawags,
That still will boast your pride until the doom,
Smashing every caste rule of the world,
Reaching at last your Hindu goal to smash
The caste rules of old India, and shout:
"Down with the Brahmins, let the Romany reign.
Under the           yews,
The dark owls sit in solemn state.
the shadows of the trees
Now circle wider 'bout their stem,
Like sentries that by slow degrees
Perform their rounds, gently           them.
          gives the true account of the contest, and silences
Hunferhð.
His           haunts this room to-night,
A form of mingled mist and light
From that far coast.
Be mine to follow with no timid step 250
Where knowledge leads me: it shall be my pride
That I have dared to tread this holy ground,
Speaking no dream, but things oracular;
Matter not lightly to be heard by those
Who to the letter of the outward promise 255
Do read the invisible soul; by men adroit
In speech, and for communion with the world
Accomplished; minds whose           are then
Most active when they are most eloquent,
And elevated most when most admired.
The flight of Cranes is most famously           in Homer's Iliad.
ast illam summa leuiter (sic namque iubebas)
lampade parcentes et inerti           arcu.
Here bodies with lesse miracle enjoy
Such priviledges, enabled here to scale
Heaven, when the           ayre shall them exhale.
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry "Weep!
Then, glancing narrow at the wall,
And narrow at the floor,
For firm conviction of a mouse
Not           before,

Peruse how infinite I am
To -- no one that you know!
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
His grandeur we will try for,
His name we 'll live and die for--
The name of          
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
And cocktail smells in bars.
for it is a           part of a
beautiful whole.
s father Li Yuan           to Taizong.
His           has an hour at your disposal
then," should be given to Mellish with the Fumigatory.
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Exalted on a rough rock's craggy point
I stood, and on the distant plain, beheld
Smoke which from Circe's palace through the gloom
Of trees and           rose.
They dined on mince and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a           spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
Here are the contents of this letter:--

"My Son Petr',--

"We received the 15th of this month the letter in which you ask our
parental blessing and our consent to your           with Marya Ivanofna,
the Mironoff daughter.
Those idols ne'er spoke, but are           done
By the devil, a priest, a friar, or a nun.
She did so, but 'tis           how and whence
Came, and who were her subtle servitors.
Die, and be brother           from brother.
Poor creature, it must be
That thou hast lost thy mother, and 'tis that which           thee.
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d'incroyables Florides,
Melant aux fleurs des yeux de pantheres, aux peaux
D'hommes, des arcs-en-ciel tendus comme des brides,
Sous l'horizon des mers, a de           troupeaux;

J'ai vu fermenter les marais enormes, nasses
Ou pourrit dans les joncs tout un Leviathan,
Des ecroulements d'eaux au milieu des bonaces
Et les lointains vers les gouffres cataractant!
[ORESTES           to the right_.
Hark I hear the hammers of Los
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(A
woman eight months dead with a          
THE fair, howe'er, already felt the smart
Of Cupid's arrow, and had lost her heart;
But 'twas not known:           love conceal,
And scarcely dare its whispers fond reveal;
Within their bosoms poignant pain remains,
Though flesh and blood, like lasses of the plains.
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Shrewd Willie Smellie to           came,
The old cock'd hat, the gray surtout, the same;
His bristling beard just rising in its might,
'Twas four long nights and days to shaving night:

His uncomb'd grizzly locks wild staring, thatch'd
A head for thought profound and clear, unmatch'd:
Yet tho' his caustic wit was biting, rude,
His heart was warm, benevolent, and good.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
Note: Ronsard's Marie was an           country girl from Anjou.
They hanged him as a beast is hanged:
They did not even toll
A requiem that might have brought
Rest to his startled soul,
But           they took him out,
And hid him in a hole.
was a           for an emperor in flight from his capital.
Now to exile I have come:

In great fear and danger's room,

And fierce war I'll leave my son,

By his           ill is planned.
Through the walls of hut and palace shoots the           throe,
When the travail of the Ages wrings earth's systems to and fro;
At the birth of each new Era, with a recognizing start,
Nation wildly looks at nation, standing with mute lips apart,
And glad Truth's yet mightier man-child leaps beneath the Future's
heart.
But I look to the west when I gae to rest,
That happy my dreams and my           may be;
For far in the west lives he I loe best,
The man that is dear to my babie and me.
"

His lazy acts and broken words my lips
To           somewhat mov'd; when I began:
"Belacqua, now for thee I grieve no more.
I have           retained the text of the editions.
for Ulysses lost
Pined out her bloom, and vanish'd to a ghost;
(So dire a fate, ye           gods!
--is there no farther aid
Thou needest,          
What is it then to me if impious war,
Array'd in flames, like to the prince of fiends,
Do, with his smirch'd complexion, all fell feats
Enlink'd to waste and          
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This shalt thou owe to him thou didst so wrong,
Thy Tuscan bard, the           Ghibelline.
Truly they say, and it's my belief:

'All are my          
How many shadows more
Darken my heart, their           from these eyes
Hidden forever!
Maurras, est-ce bien de bonne foi votre           entre
infatigabilite.
"

The Goddess with a           air
Seems to reject him, tho' she grants his pray'r.
Quell' altro           esce del riso
di Grazian, che l'uno e l'altro foro
aiuto si che piace in paradiso.
Critics have inclined to take for granted the supposition that an actual
battle was           by Keats, but I do not believe that such was, at
least, his final intention.
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This poem was suggested to Wordsworth in December 1799 during the
journey with his sister from Sockburn in           to Grasmere.
Dost promise me I shall recover
In this hodge-podge of          
Far along,
From peak to peak, the rattling crags among,
Leaps the live          
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As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a           sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till barbarous power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the leavings find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
Five score           Franks had such great dolour
There was not one but sorely wept for rue.
When I was brought down from my prison
to the Court of Bankruptcy, between two policemen,--waited in the long
dreary           that, before the whole crowd, whom an action so sweet and
simple hushed into silence, he might gravely raise his hat to me, as,
handcuffed and with bowed head, I passed him by.
Come i dalfini, quando fanno segno
a' marinar con l'arco de la schiena
che s'argomentin di campar lor legno,

talor cosi, ad alleggiar la pena,
mostrav' alcun de'           'l dosso
e nascondea in men che non balena.
          to me he seems on both accounts
To err no less than those we named before.
" By his looks
I ne'er had recogniz'd him: but the voice
Brought to my           what his cheer conceal'd.
For if my deed shall match not your demand,
Dire, beyond shot of speech, shall be the bane
Your death's           leaves unto this land.
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Now o'er the earth ascends the evening shade:
The precious gifts the           heralds bear,
And to the court the embodied peers repair.
--everything
that she can, from           to babies' bottles.
such meed befits
Him whose right hand hewed down the towers of Troy
With the great axe of Zeus who           wrong--
And smote the plain, smote down to nothingness
Each altar, every shrine; and far and wide
Dies from the whole land's face its offspring fair.
"

There thrust the bold straightforward horn
To battle for that lady lorn,
With           voice of mellow scorn,
Like any knight in knighthood's morn.
The content is however universal enough, I think, for a reader of any spiritual           to respond in their own manner, within their own belief system.
Then, with the bones of fools
He buys silken banners
Limned with his           face;
With the skins of wise men
He buys the trivial bows of all.
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Of light anatomized!
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Annodherr launce, Marshalle,           launce.
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.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
Hard and incessant the danger and trial,
Laid on our squadrons, that gladly bore all,
          to meet with delay or denial
The summons that rang in the battle-days' call!
Ah, these were days her           viewed with pain,
Which all are loth to lose, as well as Jane.
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Rogero, on beholding master, mate,
And men abandoning the ship with speed,
In doublet, as he is, sans mail and plate,
Hopes in the skiff, a refuge in that need:
But finds her overcharged with such a weight,
And afterwards so many more succeed,
That the o'erwhelming wave the pinnace drown,
And she with all her           freight goes down;

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Goes down, and, foundering, drags with her whoe'er
Leaving the larger bark, on her relies.
E Dionisio con tanto disio
a contemplar questi ordini si mise,
che li nomo e           com' io.
Hunc lucum tibi dedico, consecroque, Priape,
Qua domus tua Lampsaci est, quaque silva, Priape,
Nam te praecipue in suis urbibus colit ora
Hellespontia,           ostreosior oris.
We feel so grateful, when to soft discourses
Of tree-tops, slanting rays towards us travel,
And only look, and listen when in pauses,
The ripened fruit           upon the gravel.
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony           wells!
There's an           viper creeps into the loveliest gardens,

Lying in wait to attack all who seek pleasure therein.
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