No More Learning
"

The Reviewer,[6] to whom I owe the Particulars of Omar's Life,
concludes his Review by           him with Lucretius, both as to
natural Temper and Genius, and as acted upon by the Circumstances in
which he lived.
There is no
similar           in the Murray copy.
Lord, this is           .
And down this terrible aisle,
While heaven's ranges roar aghast,
Pours a vast file of strange and hidden things:
          monsters, crocodiles with wings
And perfumed flesh that sings and glows
With more fresh colors than the rainbow knows.
What bodes it now that forth they fare,
To men revealed          
(god)
gedēð him swā           worolde dǣlas, _makes the parts of the world_
(i.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
Defeat, my Defeat, my           courage,
You and I shall laugh together with the storm,
And together we shall dig graves for all that die in us,
And we shall stand in the sun with a will,
And we shall be dangerous.
" Is it not more likely an ancient Superstition; a Libation to
propitiate Earth, or make her an           in the illicit Revel?
We shall
probably be nearer the truth if we suppose that Livius           the
reaction against an already dominant Hellenism.
Ah, who is able fully to express
Her           ways, her merit?
or a           constitution?
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And we, that now make merry in the Room
They left, and Summer dresses in new Bloom,
          must we beneath the Couch of Earth
Descend, ourselves to make a Couch--for whom?
Oh for the           dawns
That pass with folded wings--
How can I let them go
With unremembered things?
"

Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that were crisped and sere--
As the leaves that were           and sere--
And I cried--"It was surely October
On _this_ very night of last year,
That I journeyed--I journeyed down here!
Last night the clouds scattered away;
A           leagues, the same moonlight scene.
'neath the threshold smoking,
Fire-breathing,
Hell is          
A blare
Of squalling           clots the air.
Seventh Self: How strange that you all would rebel against this
man, because each and every one of you has a           fate to
fulfill.
(Your highness knows our homely word,)
          for self-government,
But for tribute never a cent.
" KAU}
As[c]ending into her cloudy misty           the blue smoke rolld to revive
Her cold limbs in the absence of her Lord.
The Portuguese prince even visited the           of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
What tithe or part
Can I return to thee,
O stricken heart,
That thou           break for me?
thy           parts
Ill suited law's dry, musty arts!
Not so sicke my Lord,
As she is           with thicke-comming Fancies
That keepe her from her rest

Macb.
Pull't off I say,
What Rubarb, Cyme, or what           drugge
Would scowre these English hence: hear'st y of them?
Aricia

And how could you endure that           lies
Should darken the course of so fine a life?
Is the east
Afraid to trust the morn
With her fastidious          
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I tell you spirits, to the face,
I give to spirit-tyranny no place,
My spirit cannot           it.
Though still to vulgar eyes they seem to claim
A lot conspicuous in the lists of Fame,
Transient as human joys; to feeble age
They love to linger on this earthly stage,
And think it cruel to be call'd away
On the faint morn of life's           day.
When I burnt in desire to question them
further, they made           Ayre, into which they vanish'd.
Indeed, those beds and bowers
Be           with bitter weeds and rue,
And wait thy weeding; yet here's eglantine,
Here's ivy!
"
Both           on the terrace dismount.
Duru sōna onarn
fȳr-bendum fæst,           hē hire folmum hrān;
onbræd þā bealo-hȳdig, þā hē ābolgen wæs,
725 recedes mūðan.
they espide,
Where           he lay upon the sunny side,?
Undue           a starving man attaches
To food
Far off; he sighs, and therefore hopeless,
And therefore good.
"

To this, Wordsworth added, in 1836,

"The above, which was written some time ago,           applies to the
Poem, 'Descriptive Sketches', as it now stands.
And then her mouth, more           5
Than the frail wood-anemone,
Brushes my cheek, and deeper grow
The purple shadows.
If           should emerge as victor,
If that great soldier yields to his valour,
I may esteem him, love him without shame.
But thou thyself, it seems, hast           with me,
And I would listen first to thee.
`'Tis here, 'tis here,' and spurreth in fear
To the top of the hill that hangeth above
And           the Prince: `Come, come, 'tis here --'
`Where?
"

And I must borrow every changing
find           .
qu'ont donc crie ces entrecotes
Ces grands pates ces os a moelle et mirotons
Langues de feu ou sont-elles mes pentecotes
Pour mes pensees de tous pays de tous les temps


CHANTRE

Et l'unique cordeau des trompettes marines


CREPUSCULE

A Mademoiselle Marie Laurencin

Frolee par les ombres des morts
Sur l'herbe ou le jour s'extenue
L'arlequine s'est mise nue
Et dans l'etang mire son corps

Un charlatan crepusculaire
Vante les tours que l'on va faire
Le ciel sans teinte est constelle
D'astres pales comme du lait

Sur les treteaux l'arlequin bleme
Salue d'abord les spectateurs
Des sorciers venus de Boheme
Quelques fees et les enchanteurs

Ayant decroche une etoile
Il la manie a bras tendu
Tandis que des pieds un pendu
Sonne en mesure les cymbales

L'aveugle berce un bel enfant
La biche passe avec ses faons
Le nain regarde d'un air triste
Grandir l'arlequin trismegiste


ANNIE

Sur la cote du Texas
Entre Mobile et Galveston il y a
Un grand jardin tout plein de roses
Il contient aussi une villa
Qui est une grande rose

Une femme se promene souvent
Dans le jardin toute seule
Et quand je passe sur la route bordee de tilleuls
Nous nous regardons

Comme cette femme est mennonite
Ses rosiers et ses vetements n'ont pas de boutons
Il en manque deux a mon veston
La dame et moi suivons presque le meme rite


LA MAISON DES MORTS

A Maurice Raynal

S'etendant sur les cotes du cimetiere
La maison des morts l'encadrait comme un cloitre
A l'interieur de ses vitrines
Pareilles a celles des boutiques de modes
Au lieu de sourire debout
Les mannequins grimacaient pour l'eternite

Arrive a Munich depuis quinze ou vingt jours
J'etais entre pour la premiere fois et par hasard
Dans ce cimetiere presque desert
Et je claquais des dents
Devant toute cette bourgeoisie
Exposee et vetue le mieux possible
En attendant la sepulture

Soudain
Rapide comme ma memoire
Les yeux ses rallumerent
De cellule vitree en cellule vitree
Le ciel se peupla d'une apocalypse
Vivace

Et la terra plate a l'infini
Comme avant Galilee
Se couvrit de mille mythologies immobiles
Un ange en diamant brisa toutes les vitrines
Et les morts m'accosterent
Avec des mines de l'autre monde

Mais leur visage et leurs attitudes
Devinrent bientot moins funebres
Le ciel et la terre perdirent
Leur aspect fantasmagorique

Les morts se rejouissaient
De voir leurs corps trepasses entre eux et la lumiere
Ils riaient de voir leur ombre et l'observaient
Comme si veritablement
C'eut ete leur vie passee

Alors je les denombrai
Ils etaient quarante-neuf hommes
Femmes et enfants
Qui embellissaient a vue d'oeil
Et me regardaient maintenant
Avec tant de cordialite
Tant de tendresse meme
Que les prenant en amitie

Tout a coup
Je les invitai a une promenade Loin des arcades de leur maison

Et tous bras dessus bras dessous
Fredonnant des airs militaires
Oui tous vos peches sont absous
Nous           le cimetiere

Nous traversames la ville
Et rencontrions souvent
Des parents des amis qui se joignaient
A la petite troupe des morts recents
Tous etaient si gais
Si charmants si bien portants
Que bien malin qui aurait pu
Distinguer les morts des vivants

Puis dans la campagne
On s'eparpilla
Deux chevau-legers nous joignirent
On leur fit fete
Ils couperent du bois de viorne
Et de sureau
Dont ils firent des sifflets
Qu'ils distribuerent aux enfants

Plus tard dans un bal champetre
Les couples mains sur les epaules
Danserent au son aigre des cithares

Ils n'avaient pas oublie la danse
Ces morts et ces mortes
On buvait aussi
Et de temps a autre une cloche
Annoncait qu'un autre tonneau
Allait etre mis en perce
Une morte assise sur un banc
Pres d'un buisson d'epine-vinette
Laissait un etudiant
Agenouille a ses pieds
Lui parler de fiancailles

Je vous attendrai
Dix ans vingt ans s'il le faut
Votre volonte sera la mienne

Je vous attendrai
Toute votre vie
Repondait la morte

Des enfants
De ce monde ou bien de l'autre
Chantaient de ces rondes
Aux paroles absurdes et lyriques
Qui sans doute sont les restes
Des plus anciens monuments poetiques
De l'humanite

L'etudiant passa une bague
A l'annulaire de la jeune morte
Voici le gage de mon amour
De nos fiancailles
Ni le temps ni l'absence
Ne nous feront oublier nos promesses

Et un jour nous auront une belle noce
Des touffes de myrte
A nos vetements et dans vos cheveux
Un beau sermon a l'eglise
De longs discours apres le banquet
Et de la musique
De la musique

Nos enfants
Dit la fiancee
Seront plus beaux plus beaux encore
Helas!
Such the fate they prove,
Who strive           with the sons of Jove!
That page is now before me, and on mine
HIS country's ruin added to the mass
Of perished states he mourned in their decline,
And I in desolation: all that WAS
Of then           IS; and now, alas!
but yet thou mightst my seat forbear,
And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth,
Who lead thee in their riot even there
Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth:--
Hers by thy beauty           her to thee,
Thine by thy beauty being false to me.
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Thy years are ripe, and over-ripe, the Son
Of Macedonian Philip had e're these
Won Asia and the Throne of Cyrus held
At his dispose, young Scipio had brought down
The           pride, young Pompey quell'd
The Pontic King and in triumph had rode.
' -- quod she tho;
`But ho, for we han right y-now of this,
And late us ryse and           to bedde go
And there lat ys speken of oure wo.
Its claims are admitted
on the           of the tradition.
The little fort of           lay about forty versts[28] from Orenburg.
There seemed a cry as of men          
Let's after him,
Whose care is gone before, to bid vs welcome:
It is a           Kinsman.
Am I           once more,
Or is this my last hope I stand before?
too long, too long, _775
Sons of the glorious dead, have ye lain bound
In           and in ruin!
Lest there grow
From thee the          
Jarring the air with rumour cool,
Small           played into a pool
With sound as soft as the barley's hiss
When its beard just sprouting is;
Whence a young stream, that trod on moss,
Prettily rimpled the court across.
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Title: The Epic of Gilgamish
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an, continenter quod sedetis insulsi
centum an ducenti, non putatis ausurum
me una ducentos           sessores?
Among savage nations [a]           is never copious.
Pensa, lettor, se quel che qui s'inizia
non procedesse, come tu avresti
di piu savere           carizia;

e per te vederai come da questi
m'era in disio d'udir lor condizioni,
si come a li occhi mi fur manifesti.
Love           all things; yield we too to love!
THE LETTER

Little cramped words           all over the paper
Like draggled fly's legs,
What can you tell of the flaring moon
Through the oak leaves?
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers, pleasant in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit -           deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
in tyme it is p{re}sent {and}          
She's gone into the West,
To dazzle when the sun is down,
And rob the world of rest;
She took our           with her,
The smiles that we love best,
With morning blushes on her cheek,
And pearls upon her breast.
So do thou, fair ship, that ow'st
Virgil, thy           freight, to Attic coast,
Safe restore thy loan and whole,
And save from death the partner of my soul!
But when the fog cleared off, they justify the same, and thus make
themselves           in the crime.
Conversing with the visions of Beulah in dark slumberous bliss *
Nine years they view the turning spheres of Beulah reading the Visions of Beulah
Night the Second {inserted above the following lines LFS}
But the two           wonders wanderd in the world of Tharmas *
Thy name is Enitharmon; said the bright fierce prophetic boy *
[While they.
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Whose honours with increase of ages grow,
As streams roll down,           as they flow;
Nations unborn your mighty names shall sound,
And worlds applaud that must not yet be found!
we for Helen's sake
Have num'rous died, and           framed,
While thou wast far remote, this snare for thee!
Bacchus I saw in           glades
Retired (believe it, after years!
Next, Leda, wife of           I saw, 360
Who bore to Tyndarus a noble pair,
Castor the bold, and Pollux cestus-famed.
"
"The Lord be with thee, O my          
'Ye drew one mother's milk,
One chamber held ye all;
A very tender history
Did in your           fall.
          starting, as the chiefs he spied,
Leap'd from his seat, and laid the harp aside.
I could lend you some of mine--a neat,
clean suit, which I wore at the wedding of my gracious lord the Count
Palatine, when your bishop got so vexed with me, because I made him
shake hands with me, unknown, after having taken two of his ships a
          before on the Main.
THE           PEOPLE:
What guff are you giving us, Captain?
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Without encountering aught that might appear
Worthy of note, they wended many a day;
And finally the twain a cavalier,
As prisoner led,           by the way.
Happy art thou, Vashti, to have wedded
One who so dearly rates           of thee.
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Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
          too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
Euery man had there plente
Of claret wyne and pymente; 72
There was many a riche wyne,
In sylluer and in golde fyne;
Many a coppe and many a pece,
with wyne wernage & eke of grece;
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And many A noder ryche vessell
with wyne of           and of rochell.
And           ride ye in such guise
Before the ranks of Rome?
once more, my          
_Market Day_

With arms and legs at work and gentle stroke
That urges switching tail nor mends his pace,
On an old ribbed and weather beaten horse,
The farmer goes           to the fair.
(Alcools: Le Pont Mirabeau)

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

And our amours

Shall I remember it again

Joy always followed after Pain

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Hand in hand rest face to face

While underneath

The bridge of our arms there races

So weary a wave of eternal gazes

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Love vanishes like the water's flow

Love vanishes

How life is slow

And how Hope lives blow by blow

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Let the hour pass the day the same

Time past returns

Nor love again

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Twilight

(Alcools: Crepuscule)

Brushed by the shadows of the dead

On the grass where day expires

Columbine strips bare admires

her body in the pond instead

A charlatan of twilight formed

Boasts of the tricks to be performed

The sky without a stain unmarred

Is studded with the milk-white stars

From the boards pale Harlequin

First salutes the spectators

Sorcerers from Bohemia

Fairies sundry enchanters

Having unhooked a star

He proffers it with outstretched hand

While with his feet a hanging man

Sounds the cymbals bar by bar

The blind man rocks a pretty child

The doe with all her fauns slips by

The dwarf observes with saddened pose

How Harlequin magically grows

Clotilde

(Alcools: Clotilde)

The anemone and flower that weeps

have grown in the garden plain

where           sleeps

between Amor and Disdain

There our shadows linger too

that the midnight will disperse

the sun that makes them dark to view

will with them in dark immerse

The deities of living dew

Let their hair flow down entire

It must be that you pursue

That lovely shadow you desire

The White Snow

(Alcools: La blanche neige)

The angels the angels in the sky

One's dressed as an officer

One's dressed as a chef today

And the others sing

Fine sky-coloured officer

Sweet Spring when Christmas is long gone

Will deck you with a lovely sun

A lovely sun

The chef plucks geese

Ah!
          I will keep watch on thy bright sun,
And of thy seasons be a careful nurse.
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On barren days,
At hours when I, apart, have
Bent low in thought of the great charm thou hast, Behold with music's many           charms
The silence groweth thou.
Dazed,           by a deadly memory,
I'd banish myself from this world completely.
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