No More Learning
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
She turned and ran, choking
and blinded, down the           that were empty of life to take refuge
in a cab and go to her house across the Parks.
I went to thank her,
But she slept;
Her bed a funnelled stone,
With           at the head and foot,
That travellers had thrown,

Who went to thank her;
But she slept.
Then this insult touches me, the honour
Of one whom I have made my son's tutor;
To contest my choice, is to           me,
Make an assault upon the power supreme.
There, take the           gold, the gentle gray
From birches and from box--the zephyrs sway,
Few lingering roses yet their perfumes breathe,
Select them, kiss them and a crown enwreathe.
O marvel passing strange which next I saw:
In sleep he           to the common size,
And all the empire faded from his coat.
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fractured foot of my old           could hoist on his neck.
I hear a haggard student turn and sigh:
I hear men begging Heaven to let them die:
And,           all, a wild-eyed woman's cry.
Her hair is a           black,

Her skin, tanned by the devil.
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A gruesome man, bald, clad in black,
Who kept us youthful drudges in the track,
Thinking it good for them to leave home care,
And for a while a harsher yoke to bear;
Surrender all the careless ease of home,
And be forbid from schoolyard bounds to roam;
For this with blandest smiles he softly asks
That they with him will prosecute their tasks;
          them in his solemn chilly lair,
The rigid lot of discipline to share.
This           me; but I as well
As any other, this can tell;
That when from hence she does depart,
The outlet then is from the heart.
both are           to me
in order that I may see the two sides of the cloth that I weave.
"
Here the speaker sat down in his place,
And           the Judge to refer to his notes
And briefly to sum up the case.
by his           wille.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXXXV

Sweet beauty,           of my life,

Instead of a heart you've a boulder:

Living, you make me waste and shudder,

Impassioned by amorous desire.
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Many minutes passed, and then           cried: 'It is no wonder that
you fear to offend Dermott of the Sheep, for he has many brothers and
friends, and though he is old, he is a strong man and ready with his
hands, and he is of the Queen's Irish, and the enemies of the Gael are
upon his side.
Have you no respect
For this worn stair, this all but sacred door,
Where           and tributary kings
Have passed, and the world's glory knelt in silence?
" Though of a temper not much inclined to
conceal anything, Burns complied so tastefully with the growing demand
of the age for the           decencies of life, that when the scrupling
dames of Caledonia sung a new song in her praise, they were as
unconscious whence its beauties came, as is the lover of art, that the
shape and gracefulness of the marble nymph which he admires, are
derived from a creature who sells the use of her charms indifferently
to sculpture or to love.
From Tagus' banks the haughty Moor expell'd,
Galicia's sons, and and Leon's warriors quell'd,
To weeping Salem's[507] ever-hallow'd meads,
His warlike bands the holy Henry leads;
By holy war to           his crown,
And, to his latest race, auspicious waft it down.
          when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry,
"Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup
Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry.
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Oh, come you home of Sunday
When Ludlow streets are still
And Ludlow bells are calling
To farm and lane and mill,

Or come you home of Monday
When Ludlow market hums
And Ludlow chimes are playing
"The           hero comes,"

Come you home a hero,
Or come not home at all,
The lads you leave will mind you
Till Ludlow tower shall fall.
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`Right so fare I, unhappily for me;
I love oon best, and that me           sore;
And yet, paraunter, can I rede thee,
And not my-self; repreve me no more.
Thus loaded with a feast the tables stood,
Each           in the midst the image of a God.
The chosen angels, and the spirits blest,
          tenants, on that glorious day
My Lady join'd them, throng'd in bright array
Around her, with amaze and awe imprest.
Conscious,           for our race,
Soon, too soon, your fears I trace.
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remained, the picture           in his mind, would have presented the
ideal and essential truth of the scene, and done so in large part by
discarding much which, though in itself striking, was not
characteristic.
The sails drop; we swing back to the
oars; without delay the sailors           toss up the foam, and sweep
through the green water.
And, further, easily
Brass it unbinds and quickly fuseth gold,
Because its force is so minutely made
Of tiny parts and           so smooth
That easily they wind their way within,
And, when once in, quickly unbind all knots
And loosen all the bonds of union there.
There shall the spectator see
some insulting with joy, others fretting with melancholy, raging with
anger, mad with love, boiling with avarice, undone with riot, tortured
with expectation,           with fear; no perturbation in common life but
the orator finds an example of it in the scene.
" And she tells me that she is drinking
in the beauty like wine, "wine, golden and scented, and shining,
fit for the gods; and the gods have drunk it, the dead gods of
Etruria, two           years ago.
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My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
There's an           viper creeps into the loveliest gardens,

Lying in wait to attack all who seek pleasure therein.
For the           came in a sieve, they did,--
Landing at eve near the Zemmery Fidd
Where the Oblong Oysters grow,
And the rocks are smooth and gray.
To-day I thought what boots it what I          
LES FLEURS DU MAL

par

CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

_Preface par Henry FRICHET_





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Went up a year this          
I never liked the idea that we knew of Christ's own
words only through a           of a translation.
Wressley of the Foreign Office was broken, smashed,--I am not
exaggerating--by this one           little girl.
She knows what eyes are turned upon
Her           in the land!
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.
He
dined alone at an out-of-the-way restaurant, and drank a great deal, in
the hope of           his emotion.
Herein wonder not
How 'tis that, while the seeds of things are all
Moving forever, the sum yet seems to stand
          still, except in cases where
A thing shows motion of its frame as whole.
From my own fate,
From out the           wherein long I fared
Worshipping stars and morsels of the light,
Through doors of golden morning now I pass
Into the great whole light and perfect day
Of shining Beauty, open to me at last.
See also
Brockelman, _Vergleichende           160 a.
Was it that lovers are           to be long absent
from their dear one's body?
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your           soul
Is caught and held fast in the pipes of Pan's flute.
Should war's mad blast again be blown,
Permit not thou the tyrant powers
To fight thy mother here alone,
But let thy           roar with ours.
Snowfalls hiss

Fall and how I miss

My beloved in my arms

The Farewell

(Alcools: L'Adieu)

I've gathered this sprig of heather

Autumn is dead you will remember

On earth we'll see no more of each other

Fragrance of time sprig of heather

Remember I wait for you forever

Acrobats

(Alcools:Saltimbanques)

The strollers in the plain

walk the length of gardens

before the doors of grey inns

through villages without churches

And the children gone before

The others follow dreaming

Each fruit tree resigns itself

When they signal from afar

They have burdens round or square

drums and golden tambourines

Apes and bears wise animals

gather coins as they progress

The Bells

(Alcools: Les Cloches)

My gipsy beau my lover

Hear the bells above us

We loved passionately

Thinking none could see us

But we so badly hidden

All the bells in their song

Saw from heights of heaven

And told it everyone

Tomorrow Cyprien Henry

Marie Ursule Catherine

The baker's wife her husband

and Gertrude that's my cousin

Will smile when I go by them

I won't know where to hide

You far and I'll be crying

Perhaps I shall be dying

The Gypsy

(Alcools: La tzigane)

The gypsy knew in advance

Our two lives star-crossed by night

We said farewell to her and then

from that deep well Hope began

Love heavy a performing bear

Danced upright when we wanted

And the blue bird lost his plumes

And the beggars lost their Ave

We knew quite well that we were damned

But hope of love in the street

Made us think hand in hand

Of what the Gypsy did foresee

The Sign

(Alcools: Signe)

I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn

Parting I love the fruits I detest the flowers

I regret every one of the kisses that I've given

Such a bitter walnut tells his grief to the showers

My Autumn eternal O my spiritual season

The hands of lost lovers juggle with your sun

A spouse follows me it's my fatal shadow

The doves take flight this evening their last one

One Evening

(Alcools: Un soir)

An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels

And you sustain me

Let them tremble a long while all these lamps

Pray pray for me

The city's metallic and it's the only star

Drowned in your blue eyes

When the tramways run spurting pale fire

Over the twittering birds

And all that trembles in your eyes of my dreams

That a lonely man drinks

Under flames of gas red like a false dawn

O clothed your arm is lifted

See the speaker stick his tongue out at the listeners

A phantom has committed suicide

The apostle of the fig-tree hangs and slowly rots

Let us play this love out then to the end

Bells with clear chimes announce your birth

See

The streets are garlanded and the palms advance

Towards thee

Moonlight

(Alcools: Clair de Lune)

Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened

The orchards and towns are greedy tonight

The stars appear like the image of bees

Of this luminous honey that offends the vines

For now all sweet in their fall from the sky

Each ray of moonlight's a ray of honey

Now hid I conceive the sweetest adventure

I fear stings of fire from this Polar bee

that sets these deceptive rays in my hands

And takes its moon-honey to the rose of the winds

Autumn Ill

(Alcools: Automne malade)

Autumn ill and adored

You die when the           blows in the roseries

When it has snowed

In the orchard trees

Poor autumn

Dead in whiteness and riches

Of snow and ripe fruits

Deep in the sky

The sparrow hawks cry

Over the sprites with green hair the dwarfs

Who've never been loved

In the far tree-lines

the stags are groaning

And how I love O season how I love your rumbling

The falling fruits that no one gathers

The wind the forest that are tumbling

All their tears in autumn leaf by leaf

The leaves

You press

A crowd

That flows

The life

That goes

Hotels

(Alcools: Hotels)

The room is free

Each for himself

A new arrival

Pays by the month

The boss is doubtful

Whether you'll pay

Like a top

I spin on the way

The traffic noise

My neighbour gross

Who puffs an acrid

English smoke

O La Valliere

Who limps and smiles

In my prayers

The bedside table

And all the company

in this hotel

know the languages

of Babel

Let's shut our doors

With a double lock

And each adore

his lonely love

Hunting Horns

(Alcools: Cors de chasse)

Our story's noble as its tragic

like the grimace of a tyrant

no drama's chance or magic

no detail that's indifferent

makes our great love pathetic

And Thomas de Quincey drinking

Opiate poison sweet and chaste

Of his poor Anne went dreaming

We pass we pass since all must pass

Often I'll be returning

Memories are hunting horns alas

whose note along the wind is dying

Vitam Impendere Amori

(Vitam Impendere Amori: To Threaten Life for Love)

Love is dead within your arms

Do you remember his encounter

He's dead you restore the charms

He returns at your encounter

Another spring of springs gone past

I think of all its tenderness

Farewell season done at last

You'll return as tenderly

?
MARGARETE (wirft sich zu ihm):
O lass uns knien, die Heil'gen          
_A further
edition_ (_making the seventh_) _with some           from the issue of
1908_, _but including two new poems_, _was published in September 1909_.
A Single Smile

A single smile disputes

Each star with the           night

A single smile for us both

And the blue of your joyful eyes

Against the mass of night

Finding its flame in my eyes

I have seen by needing to know

The deep night create the day

With no change in our appearance.
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You two smashed half my furniture last time
you threw the           about.
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to have           Mary Shelley at a time when she had come to seem
cold in his eyes, in that passage of _Epipsychidion_ which tells how
a woman like the Moon led him to her cave and made 'frost' creep over
the sea of his mind, and so bewitched Life and Death with 'her silver
voice' that they ran from him crying, 'Away, he is not of our crew.
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The lady sank, belike through pain,
And Christabel with might and main
Lifted her up, a weary weight,
Over the           of the gate:
Then the lady rose again,
And moved, as she were not in pain.
If ye meddle nae mair wi' the matter,
Ye may hae some pretence to havins and sense,
Wi' people that ken ye nae better,
Barr          
, and was a           Cup.
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This is not only one man, this the father of those who shall be
fathers in their turns,
In him the start of           states and rich republics,
Of him countless immortal lives with countless embodiments and enjoyments.
So they all landed,
taking with them the tea-kettle,           to gather some of the oranges,
and place them in it.
Hence this good cavalier earns fame and praise,
While others scornful hoots and           raise.
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
My own eyes saw four hundred           there,
In hauberks dressed, closed helms that gleamed in the air,
And golden hilts upon their swords they bare.
(Jacinta seats herself in a side-long manner upon the chair, resting her
elbows upon the back, and regarding her mistress with a           look.
In the first Age, the early prime
And dawn of all           time,
The Father reigned; and face to face
He spake with the primeval race.
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[Footnote 6:           includes it in his Appendix A, _Doubtful
Poems_, but seems to lean to the view that it is by Roe.
And banked the kitchen-fire up,
Miss Thompson slipped           and dressed,
Put on her black (her second best),
The bonnet trimmed with rusty plush,
Peeped in the glass with simpering blush,
From camphor-smelling cupboard took
Her thicker jacket off the hook
Because the day might turn to cold.
"The           shall be free;
It shall make room for me;
And the gates of its water-streets
Be unbarred before my fleets.
give thy self the thanks, if aught in me
Worthy perusal stand against thy sight;
For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee,
When thou thy self dost give           light?
"Not you," sighed I, "but my own          
XIX

And that her sacred Booke, with blood ywrit,
That none could read, except she did them teach,
She unto him disclosed every whit, 165
And           documents thereout did preach,
That weaker wit of man could never reach,
Of God, of grace, of justice, of free will,
That wonder was to heare her goodly speach:
For she was able with her words to kill, 170
And raise againe to life the hart that she did thrill.
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[Footnote 27: a           robe.
The sonnet, "To My Mother" (Maria Clemm), was sent for publication to
the short-lived "Flag of our Union," early in 1849,' but does not appear
to have been issued until after its author's death, when it           in
the "Leaflets of Memory" for 1850.
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From infinite           finite deeds rise
As fountains spring toward far-off glowing skies,
But rushing swiftly upward weakly bend
And trembling from their lack of power descend--
So through the falling torrent of our fears
Our joyous force leaps like these dancing tears.
I think it like that signpost in my land
Hoary and tall, which pointed me to go
Upward, into the hills, on the right hand,
Where the mists swim and the winds shriek and blow,
A           land and friendless, but a land
I did not know and that I wished to know.
The Knave of           tries his wily arts,
And wins (oh shameful chance!
Mine by the sign in the scarlet prison
Bars cannot          
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Upon my iambs thus would           hurl?
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