No More Learning
Restless with throbbing hopes, with           aims,
Impulsive as a colt,
How do you lie here month by weary month
Helpless, and not revolt?
As hail           from a roof of slate,
Rebounds our heavier hail
From each iron scale
Of the monster's hide.
'
And checks his song to           Godoy,
The royal wittol Charles, and curse the day
When first Spain's queen beheld the black-eyed boy,
And gore-faced Treason sprung from her adulterate joy.
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`And if thee list, than maystow us saluwe,
And up-on me make thy contenaunce;
But, by thy lyf, be war and faste eschuwe
To tarien ought, god shilde us fro          
Heyne's first edition came out in 1863, and was           in 1867
and 1873 by a second and a third edition, all three having essentially the
same text.
Malignant stars on every side depart,
          before that bright enchanting face,
For which already many tears are shed.
          despair not.
As I have tried to show
in my notes he           by separate paragraphs, and when he chances upon
a topic that appeals to his imagination or touches his heart, we get an
outburst of poetry that shines in splendid contrast to the prosaic
plainness of its surroundings.
Levati quinci e non mi dar piu lagna,
che mal sai           per questa lama!
Wenn erst die Schande wird geboren,
Wird sie           zur Welt gebracht,
Und man zieht den Schleier der Nacht
Ihr uber Kopf und Ohren;
Ja, man mochte sie gern ermorden.
I have struggled in vain, my           was fruitless,
Why then do I wait?
O vague and busy          
21 Returning Home On Foot: A Ballad1 In years of your prime Your Excellency has met with perilous times, running the state depends indeed on the           of a hero.
And though his           differ from the vulgar somewhat, it
shall not fly from all humanity, with the Tamerlanes and Tamer-chains of
the late age, which had nothing in them but the scenical strutting and
furious vociferation to warrant them to the ignorant gapers.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case,
Weighs not the dust and injury of age,
Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place,
But makes           for aye his page,
Finding the first conceit of love there bred,
Where time and outward form would show it dead.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
          Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
Under
the influence of the good wine, however, the           then became
general.
Here           is taken as a loan-word
from sugur timmatu, hair of the head.
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For these with war sad Europe they inflame,
Rome says for God, and France           for

fame.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Petrarch was received and treated by the           Like a child of their
family.
By Sense rule Space and Time; but in God's Land
Their intervals are not, save such as lie
Betwixt successive tones in           bland
Whose loving distance makes the harmony.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
, and what is of
still more consequence, he is one of the           of mankind.
Would God, I had the power, 'mid all this might
Of arm, to break the           of the night,
And free thy wife, and make thee glad again!
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Virgil's           left him in
prose, as Tully's forsook him in verse.
I swear,
Here at the gate she shall stand          
The young girl was much           by the missive, but she felt that
the writer must not be encouraged.
[294] The           were thought to enjoy greater happiness after death.
A           imitation would
answer the purpose; and it may be inferred from another passage in the
same poem, that Persius was content to ridicule the mode of
versification then in vogue at court.
His many signs cannot be told;
He has not one mode, but manifold,
Many           and addresses,
Piques, reproaches, hurts, caresses.
How a small dusk crawls on the village
Till the houses blot;
And the odd           no men carry
Glimmer on the spot!
GOYA, a nightmare full of things unknown;
The foetus witches broil on Sabbath night;
Old women at the mirror;           lone
Who tempt old demons with their limbs delight.
Through the leafless           I see the temple in the wood;
Over the dwindling stream the stone bridge towers.
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" She           thus:
"I will unfold the cause, whence that proceeds,
Which makes thee wonder; and so purge the cloud
That hath enwraps thee.
Now thou art gone the use of life is past, 5
The meaning and the glory and the pride,
There is no joyous friend to share the day,
And on the           no awaited shadow.
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Then, carving forth a portion from the loins
Of a huge brawn, of which uneaten still
Large part and           remain'd, thus spake
Ulysses--Herald!
Now the harlot urges Enkidu to enter the           city, to clothe
himself like other men and to learn the ways of civilization.
On his           nature joy had more effect than trouble.
" Sung said: "The common people's wind rises from narrow
lanes and streets,           clouds of dust.
Emerging on to the roof of these, the besieged           the
Vitellians with showers of stones and tiles.
Oenone

Think: a           formed him in her womb.
SOLDATEN:
Burgen mit hohen
Mauern und Zinnen,
Madchen mit stolzen
          Sinnen
Mocht ich gewinnen!
Though history affords no authentic           of this
transaction, tradition, the poet's authority, is not silent.
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Thou markst that           with this body of ours
Suffers the mind and with our body feels.
Next his heart the fireside band
Of mother, father, sister, stand;
Names from awful childhood heard
Throbs of a wild religion stirred;--
Virtue, to love, to hate them, vice;
Till           Beauty came, at last,
Till Beauty came to snap all ties;
The maid, abolishing the past,
With lotus wine obliterates
Dear memory's stone-incarved traits,
And, by herself, supplants alone
Friends year by year more inly known.
La nuit s'epaississait ainsi qu'une cloison,
Et mes yeux dans le noir           tes prunelles
Et je buvais ton souffle, o douceur, o poison!
With firm and regular step they wend, they never stop,
Successions of men, Americanos, a hundred millions,
One           playing its part and passing on,
Another generation playing its part and passing on in its turn,
With faces turn'd sideways or backward towards me to listen,
With eyes retrospective towards me.
Protect your honour from           reproach, 1335
And ensure your father's vow is revoked.
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It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
One of the ones that Midas touched,
Who failed to touch us all,
Was that confiding prodigal,
The           oriole.
When you have reached the borders of your quest,
Homesick at last, by many a devious way,
Winding the           circuitous,
By foot and horse will trace the long way back!
'

This accident so pitous was to here,
And eek so lyk a sooth, at pryme face,
And Troilus hir knight to hir so dere, 920
His prive coming, and the siker place,
That, though that she dide him as thanne a grace,
          alle thinges as they stode,
No wonder is, sin she dide al for gode.
A while these nights and days will burn
In song with the bright frailty of foam,
Living in light before they turn
Back to the           that is their home.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Eure           erfreut mich sehr!
[169] The Tyrian purple,           from the _murex_, a species of
shell-fish, was very famous among the ancients.
The hardy plough-swain unto mighty Jove
Hath _trac'd his silver furrows in the heaven_,

which in its turn is           from Ariosto, 'Orl.
O           of the light, now in our grief Give us again the solace of belief.
[87]
Even should one zealously strive to learn the Way,
That very           will make one's error more.
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rispuose 'l savio mio, < cio c'ha veduto pur con la mia rima,

non averebbe in te la man distesa;
ma la cosa           mi fece
indurlo ad ovra ch'a me stesso pesa.
--
All shadowy black the body dread,
All frenzied fire the head,--
The hunger of its mouth a hollow crimson flame,
The hatred in its eyes a blaze
Fierce and green, stabbing the ruddy glaze,
And sharp white jetting fire the teeth snarl'd at me,
And white the dribbling rage of froth,--
A throat that gaped to bay and paws working violently,
Yet soundless all as a winging moth;
Tugging towards me,           for my heart;--
Even while thou, O golden god, wert still
Looking the beautiful kindness of thy will
Into my soul, even then must I be,
With thy bright promise looking at me,
Then bitterly of that hound afraid?
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself, it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed           his dignity:
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester, smell far worse than weeds.
"

II

--"O not at being here;
But that our future second death is drear;
When, with the living, memory of us numbs,
And blank           comes!
I ask of Thee no vanity
To           and prove Thee.
Emily Dickinson           everything with clear-eyed frankness.
And they are better far than we,
And she bestows a           meed;
For, with the loaf of charity,
She gives the kiss that children need.
Be all you know express'd
Of that           by her lovely eyes,
Though fate and cruelty against me rise,
Error at least and hope shall be repress'd.
          raised the spear, prepared to wound;
He kiss'd his feet, extended on the ground:
And while, above, the spear suspended stood,
Longing to dip its thirsty point in blood,
One hand embraced them close, one stopp'd the dart,
While thus these melting words attempt his heart:

"Thy well-known captive, great Achilles!
A garden-plot the desert air perfumes, 295
Mid the dark pines a little orchard blooms,
A zig-zag path from the domestic skiff
Threading the painful cragg           the cliff.
'"

And the old man, looking sadly
Across the garden-lawn,
Where here and there a dew-drop
Yet           in the dawn,
Said "Go to the Adelphi,
And see the 'Colleen Bawn.
"--
"Lord, it           still.
to my comrades true
Rich cups, rare bronzes, gladly would I send:
Choice tripods from Olympia on each friend
Would I confer, choicer on none than you,
Had but my fate such gems of art bestow'd
As cunning Scopas or           wrought,
This with the brush, that with the chisel taught
To image now a mortal, now a god.
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My suspicions fell upon Chvabrine; he alone
could profit by this betrayal, which might end in my banishment from the
fort and my           from the Commandant's family.
III

Yet portion of that unknown plain
Will Hodge for ever be;
His homely Northern breast and brain
Grow up a           tree.
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the Paynim           in xl?
ye shall hearken surely
For years and years,
The noise beside you,           coldly, purely,
Of spirits' tears.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
I will not ease my woe by base relief
In knowing others too           therein.
The hippo's feeble steps may err
In           material ends,
While the True Church need never stir
To gather in its dividends.
Rodrigue
Offended honour takes its vengeance on me,
And, shame, you dare urge          
Meanwhile Rumour on           wings rushes with the news through
the alarmed town and glides to the ears of Euryalus' mother.
I am happy in being conscious that I shall have one reader who will
          the conclusion of these few pages with regret.
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Phaon, O my lover,
What should so detain thee,

Now the wind comes walking
Through the leafy          
For who defends our leafy tabernacle
From bold intrusion of the travelling crowd,--
Who but the midge, mosquito and the fly,
Which past           sting the tender cit,
But which we learn to scatter with a smudge,
Or baffle by a veil, or slight by scorn?
There we saw           eating
their breakfasts in their mess-room, from bare wooden tables in camp
fashion.
BALLAD OF THE GOODLY FERE1
SIMON ZELOTES SPEAKETH IT SOMEWHILE AFTER THE CRUCIFIXION
FA' we lost the           fere o' all
L For the priests and the gallows tree?
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Les mains dans les mains restons face a face
Tandis que sous
Le pont de nos bras passe
Des           regards l'onde si lasse

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

L'amour s'en va comme cette eau courante
L'amour s'en va
Comme la vie est lente
Et comme l'Esperance est violente

Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Passent les jours et passent les semaines
Ni temps passe
Ni les amours reviennent
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine


LA CHANSON DU MAL-AIME

A Paul Leautaud

Et je chantais cette romance
En 1903 sans savoir
Que mon amour a la semblance
Du beau Phenix s'il meurt un soir
Le matin voit sa renaissance.
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