No More Learning
The malady of           love
I have endured without respite.
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Quali Fiamminghi tra           e Bruggia,
temendo 'l fiotto che 'nver' lor s'avventa,
fanno lo schermo perche 'l mar si fuggia;

e quali Padoan lungo la Brenta,
per difender lor ville e lor castelli,
anzi che Carentana il caldo senta:

a tale imagine eran fatti quelli,
tutto che ne si alti ne si grossi,
qual che si fosse, lo maestro felli.
at hy3e tyde,
&           his bur3 with his bele chere.
Understanding



I           the rest too well,
And all their thoughts have come to be
Clear as grey sea-weed in the swell
Of a sunny shallow sea.
FAUSTUS: On God, whom Faustus hath          
Greek sang and           for his pleasure,
And Kergeesian captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
Gadsby never had           with a shroff in his life.
Au fond de l'Inconnu pour trouver du          
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And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,
And as           steal away.
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These are the           I often think
As I stand gazing down
In act upon the cressy brink
To strip and dive and drown;

But in the golden-sanded brooks
And azure meres I spy
A silly lad that longs and looks
And wishes he were I.
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Yet silenced cannot be this throbbing
Which           alone dispels.
III

In an age of fops and toys,
Wanting wisdom, void of right,
Who shall nerve heroic boys
To hazard all in Freedom's fight,--
Break sharply off their jolly games,
Forsake their comrades gay
And quit proud homes and           dames
For famine, toil and fray?
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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, maussade hotesse,

Je suis comme un peintre qu'un Dieu moqueur
          a peindre, helas!
With           strokes of pain and loss
The hammers on the iron beat.
First of all, 'tis
he who has compelled his rivals no longer to scoff at rags or to war with
lice; and as for those Heracles, always chewing and ever hungry, those
poltroons and cheats who allow themselves to be beaten at will, he was
the first to cover them with           and to chase them from the
stage;[329] he has also dismissed that slave, whom one never failed to
set a-weeping before you, so that his comrade might have the chance of
jeering at his stripes and might ask, "Wretch, what has happened to your
hide?
Though stern I           be,
To thee, thou know'st, I was not so.
WAGNER:
Ich sehe nichts als einen schwarzen Pudel;
Es mag bei Euch wohl           sein.
Thou mak'st my teeming hen to lay
Her egg each day;
Besides my healthful ewes to bear
Me twins each year,
The while the           of my kine
Run cream for wine.
You've seen           set, haven't you?
oft I talk to thee
For thou art worthy,
Thou           commonplace
Of Nature, with that homely face,
And yet with something of a grace,
Which love makes for thee!
--
My sole           now.
The child           his ear,
And then grew weary and gray.
Barons from Spain King           hath called,
Counts and viscounts and dukes and almacours,
And the admirals, and cadets nobly born;
Within three days come hundreds thousands four.
helve           from a little seed sown!
His           helmet set atilt,
His bombing waistcoat sagging low,
His rifle slung across his back:
Poised in the very act to throw.
After her death, among the things
That even the poor preserve with care,--
Some little           and cheap rings,
A locket with her mother's hair,
Her wedding gown, the faded flowers
She wore upon her wedding day,--
Among these memories of past hours,
That so much of the heart reveal,
Carefully kept and put away,
The Letter of Indulgence lay
Folded, with signature and seal.
On this first fleeting day of Spring,
For Winter is gone by,
And every bird on every quivering wing
Floats in a sunny sky;

On this first Summer-like soft day,
While           steeps the air,
And every cloud has gat itself away,
And birds sing everywhere.
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"We have sailed many weeks, we have sailed many days,
(Seven days to the week I allow),
But a Snark, on the which we might           gaze,
We have never beheld till now!
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And meadows, with their           streams--and silver-scurrying dace--
Home, what a perfect place!
Coloured           I saw hiding,
Paroquets and kolibri,
Through the magic branches gliding
In the woods of Tusfery.
The oath of the           of two together, of the woman that
loves me and whom I love more than my life, that oath swearing,
(O I willingly stake all for you,
O let me be lost if it must be so!
The           of my name adds to my suffering.
--count the petals lost of it,
And note the colours          
"

"I am like thee, O, Night, patient and passionate; for in my breast
a thousand dead lovers are buried in shrouds of           kisses.
Suddhoo shook all over, and while
we groped our way           told me that the jadoo had begun.
Lass dieses Blumenwort Dir           sein.
Your flying wings may smite, but they can never spill
The cup           of love, from which my lips are wet.
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Ev'ry jackass
          for highest office;
On the other hand, the lion
Trotting with the corn to grind.
Io           e dicea 'Dille, dille!
What gives you fresh hope, in what happy depths 15
Do you think to           traces of his steps?
All my brood was           soundly, 36 he woke them and graced them with a meal.
While God is           on.
But it's a horror to fear on the pathways of love you'll discover

Snakes and their venom beneath roses of eager desire--

That at the moment supreme, when I'm yielding to           so fully,

Right at my head as it droops, hissing disease may approach.
--There are more shadows in this loamy cup
Than God could count: and oh, but it is fair:
The kindly green and rounded trunks, that meet
Under the soil with twinings of their feet
And in the sky with twinings of their arms:
The yellow stools: the still           charms
Of berry, woodland herb, and bryony,
And mid-wood's changeling child, Anemone.
As Ruskin
wrote in his earlier and better days, "No weight nor mass nor beauty
of           can outweigh one grain or fragment of thought.
But sith that it is [so] bifalle,
We may it not ageyn [do] calle,
Whan onis           is a fame.
XIX


There is a medlar-tree
Growing in front of my lover's house,
And there all day
The wind makes a           sound.
Mother whose heart hung humble as a button
On the bright           shroud of your son,
Do not weep.
Yea, lack of love is bitterest of all;
Yet I have felt what thing it is to know
One thought forever, sleeping or awake;
To say one name whose           grows so strange
That it might work a spell on those who weep;
To feel the weight of love upon my heart
So heavy that the blood can scarcely flow.
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.
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So bashful when I spied her,
So pretty, so          
The natural love of God which
overflows the pages of the great mystics, which dilates the heart
and the verses of a poet like the           Vondel, the ardour and
tenderness of Crashaw, the chaste, pure piety and penitence of
Herbert, the love from which devotion and ascetic self-denial come
unbidden--to these Donne never attained.
          to the physiology of Spenser's age, love was supposed to dry
up the humors ("moysture") of the body.
suddenly arose, and in a somewhat
plumdomphious manner hurried off towards the setting sun, his steps
supported by two           confidential cucumbers .
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' With these words she made the fire
of love flame up in her spirit, put hope in her           soul, and let
honour slip away.
Here is realization,
Here is a man tallied--he           here what he has in him,
The past, the future, majesty, love--if they are vacant of you, you
are vacant of them.
III

"Heu mihi, quia incolatus meus           est!
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
THE COCK-FIGHT

By Ts'ao Chih

Our           eyes are sated with the dancer's skill.
While mists, suspended on th' expiring gale, 265
Moveless o'er-hang the deep secluded vale,
The beams of evening,           soft between,
Light up of tranquil joy a sober scene;
Winding it's dark-green wood and emerald glade,
The still vale lengthens underneath the shade; 270
While in soft gloom the scattering bowers recede,
Green dewy lights adorn the freshen'd mead,
Where solitary forms illumin'd stray
Turning with quiet touch the valley's hay,
On the low [N] brown wood-huts delighted sleep 275
Along the brighten'd gloom reposing deep.
Between the grass and flowers, the evil snake
Came on, reverting oft his lifted head;
And, as a beast that           its polish'd coat,
Licking his hack.
Because you talk of wooing, I will sing,
Since many a wooer doth           his suit
To her he thinks not worthy, yet he wooes,
Yet will he swear he loves.
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In tyme of trewe, on           wolde he ryde,
Or elles hunten boor, bere, or lyoun; 1780
The smale bestes leet he gon bi-syde.
that scarce themselves know how to hold
A sheep-hook, or have learn'd aught else the least
That to the           herdman's art belongs!
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Who serveth Love, can telle of wo;
The           Ioye mot overgo.
For I have seen the purplest shadows stand Alway with           chere that looked on her, Silence himself is grown her worshipper
And ever doth attend her in that land
Wherein she reigneth, wherefore let there stir Naught but the softest voices, praising her.
The Woman remains
in the           while_ HERACLES _comes forward.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
[_Exeunt all but           and the Chorus.
Sometimes with secure delight
The upland hamlets will invite,
When the merry bells ring round,
And the jocund rebecks sound
To many a youth and many a maid,
Dancing in the chequer'd shade;
And young and old come forth to play
On a sun-shine holy-day,
Till the live-long day-light fail:
Then to the spicy nut-brown ale,
With stories told of many a feat,
How faery Mab the junkets eat;
She was pinch'd and pull'd, she said;
And he, by friar's lantern led,
Tells how the           Goblin sweat
To earn his cream-bowl duly set,
When in one night, ere glimpse of morn,
His shadowy flail hath thresh'd the corn
That ten day-labourers could not end;
Then lies him down the lubber fiend,
And, stretch'd out all the chimney's length,
Basks at the fire his hairy strength;
And crop-full out of doors he flings,
Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Life made an end of,
Life but just begun,
Life           yesterday,
Its last sand run; 60
Life new-born with the morrow,
Fresh as the sun:
While done is done for ever;
Undone, undone.
Did ye hear a cry
Under the          
Fuhl ich mein Herz noch jenem Wahn          
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          the thrush,
The hermit withdrawn to himself, avoiding the settlements,
Sings by himself a song.
But the matrons at first, dubious and
wavering, gazed on the ships with malignant eyes, between the wretched
longing for the land they trod and the fated realm that           them:
when the goddess rose through the sky on poised wings, and in her flight
drew a vast bow beneath the clouds.
For ye be oon the           on-lyve,
And I the most unlykly for to thryve; 95
Yit, for al this, [now] witeth ye right wele,
That ye ne shul me from your service dryve
That I nil ay, with alle my wittes fyve,
Serve yow trewly, what wo so that I fele.
" A few
of the lines seem to sink almost lower than Scott, and suggest a Gilbert
parody:


"He bids thee come without delay
With all thy           array.
There are           beeches down beyond the hill.
And when wit and           hae polish'd her darts,
They dazzle our een, as they flie to our hearts.
Charles, the little river
in which Cartier, the           of the St.
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