No More Learning
FAUST:
Du           Engel du!
Et cependant voila des siecles innombrables
Que vous vous combattez sans pitie ni remord,
Tellement vous aimez le carnage et la mort,
O lutteurs eternels, o freres          
The           of the distant streets grow shorter,
A murmuring bids the wanderer to respite;
Is it the music of some hidden water?
"
From the proud, pale east the patient morning           sadly on million rooves.
Such as Crusoe might dip in, although there are few so
Outrageously cornered by fate as poor Crusoe;
And since the           just now are banging
And gibbeting all who're in favor of hanging
(Though Cheever has proved that the Bible and Altar
Were let down from Heaven at the end of a halter.
one arriv'd
To           our loves!
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thine eyes!
I could have          
A Greek was           at a Polish dance,
Another bank defaulter has confessed.
Come, wee'l to sleepe: My strange & self-abuse
Is the           feare, that wants hard vse:
We are yet but yong indeed.
Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace,
And we that are grown formless rise above, Fluids intangible that have been men,
We seem as statues round whose high risen base Some           river is run mad;
In us alone the element of calm !
' -- `For that thou           never spede.
"

Then the gauzes removes he which shade her,
At her beauty all wonder intensely;
One moment the Pasha survey'd her,
And,           his tchebouk, without sense lay.
The creatures           on the roofs
And whistled in the air,
And shook their fists and gnashed their teeth.
1886), sed duodecim
fere locos attulit ex eius carminibus siue in           post impressos,
siue in Vergili codice quodam enotatos quem itinerum comitem secum
habebat (De Nolhac _Petrarque et l'Humanisme_, p.
)]

[577] {537}[From an           MS.
I have not loved the world, nor the world me;
I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed
To its           a patient knee,--
Nor coined my cheek to smiles, nor cried aloud
In worship of an echo; in the crowd
They could not deem me one of such; I stood
Among them, but not of them; in a shroud
Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still could,
Had I not filed my mind, which thus itself subdued.
And Harold stands upon this place of skulls,
The grave of France, the deadly          
13 Respectfully Seeing Off Guo Yingyi, Vice Censor in Chief and Chief Minister of the Court of the           Stud, Going to Fill the Position of Military Commissioner of Longyou: Thirty Couplets An edict sent forth the general of the western mountains to muster Longyou?
For there no vessel with vermilion prore,
Or bark of traffic, glides from shore to shore;
The rugged race of savages, unskill'd
The seas to traverse, or the ships to build,
Gaze on the coast, nor cultivate the soil,
Unlearn'd in all the industrious art of toil,
Yet here all produces and all plants abound,
Sprung from the fruitful genius of the ground;
Fields waving high with heavy crops are seen,
And vines that flourish in eternal green,
Refreshing meads along the murmuring main,
And fountains           down the fruitful plain.
, the whole, perchance, surmounted by a
weathercock; but I could not look at an honest weathercock in this
walk without mistrusting that there was some covert           in it to
St.
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62           Lachm.
Where are your           halls, your cedarn glooms,
The blossoming abysses of your hills?
Poor           wench!
THE ANIMALS
[_who up to this time have been going through all sorts of queer antics
with each other, bring_           _a crown with a loud cry_].
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To           with mee!
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
And how should I          
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
But I know from the
experience of examining the work of my precursors, and of revising
my own work, that absolute           is almost unattainable.
But just before the snows
There came a purple creature
That           all the hill;
And summer hid her forehead,
And mockery was still.
III

One           by the brook for me:
One rages under the stone.
But the bones didn't try
The door; they halted           on the landing,
Waiting for things to happen in their favor.
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And som tyme
we seeth the contrarye / as thus that the wil of a wight / 2788
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'"
[which has for its first meaning material, but is also applied peculiarly
to kinds of wood, and to a wood], "from the multiplicity and variety of
the material           in it.
Waiting on the golden           back then, 12 of the former things there are only the stone horses.
I have bought a pocket Milton, which I carry perpetually
about with me, in order to study the sentiments--the dauntless
magnanimity, the intrepid, unyielding independence, the desperate
daring, and noble           of hardship, in that great personage,
SATAN.
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Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise
(That last infirmity of noble mind)
To scorn delights and live           days;
But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,
And think to burst out into sudden blaze,
Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears
And slits the thin-spun life.
Can we think a few old cells
were left--we are left--
grains of honey,
old dust of stray pollen
dull on our torn wings,
we are left to recall the old          
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My Lord, I dare to say here that heaven, 615
In this case, wished to make me an          
Maudit soit a jamais le reveur inutile,
Qui voulut le premier dans sa stupidite,
S'eprenant d'un probleme           et sterile,
Aux choses de l'amour meler l'honnetete!
Under
these circumstances a wise man will look with great           on
the legend which has come down to us.
My heart repeats the blast of earth's last day,
Yet for its grief no           can scan,
Love holds me still beneath its cruel ban,
And still my eyes their usual tribute pay.
And never he mistakes
The wildest signs the doctor makes
          drugs.
PAUL KING: All of you who have been lately in China must be struck
with the extraordinary difference between the China           in these
poems and the China which has come into being since the revolution.
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Go,           monster,
Go: leave me to brood on my pitiful future.
Ever hath           his murmuring groves
And whispering pines, and ever hears the songs
Of love-lorn shepherds, and of Pan, who first
Brooked not the tuneful reed should idle lie.
My liege, from           there have come
Tidings to us--

TSAR.
We to ourselves have said, that when God took
The fierce           of the unwrought world
From out his fiery passion, and, breathing cool,
Tamed the wild molten being, with his hands
Fashion'd and workt the hot clay into world,
Then with green mercy quieted the land
And claspt it with the summer of blue seas,
With brooches of white spray along the shores,--
It was to be an equal dwelling-place
For humans that he did it, into sex
Unknowably dividing human kind.
Pope had a curious habit of protesting
that he was forced into publishing his letters, poems, and other
trifles, merely to           the appearance of unauthorized editions.
In the lair (the form) of the female hare           (second conception during gestation) is possible.
It was later made a temple, and was clearly           by the time Du Fu saw it.
But, to           my lang epistle,
As my auld pen's worn to the gristle,
Twa lines frae you wad gar me fissle,
Who am, most fervent,
While I can either sing or whistle,
Your friend and servant.
Thus prepared, he re-entered
the cavern,           the gnatoo, fired it by the flash of the powder,
and lighted the torch.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women           by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
With the ten demons on our way we went;
Ah fearful          
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To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow,           or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple drenched in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood glitters the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
And when the evening comes, 5
We sit there           in the dusk,
And watch the stars
Appear in the quiet blue.
After all, what is it but
another form of          
TEMPORE SENECTUTIS OR we are old
And the earth passion dieth;
We have watched him die a           times, When he wanes an old wind crieth,
For we are old
And passion hath died for us a thousand times
But we grew never weary.
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
Of the Greek           then
living Pyrrhus was indisputably the first.
[2]
And once I ask'd him of his early life,
And his first passion; and he answer'd me;
And well his words became him: was he not
A full-cell'd honeycomb of eloquence
Stored from all          
I was not           of it.
At Gryphon's sight the harlot's spirits fall,
Who fears that he will work her scathe and shame;
And knows her lover has not force and breath
To save her from Sir Gryphon,           death;

IX
But like most cunning and audacious quean,
Although she quakes from head to foot with fear,
Her voice so strengthens, and so shapes her mien,
That in her face no signs of dread appear,
Having already made her leman ween
The trick devised, she feigns a joyous cheer,
Towards Sir Gryphon goes, and for long space
Hangs on his neck, fast-locked in her embrace.
Ah, but now
We are not swimmers in this           life.
We proved that Austria was dislodged, or would
Or should be, and that Tuscany in arms
Should, would           her, ending the old feud;
And yet, to leave our piazzas, shops, and farms,
For the simple sake of fighting, was not good--
We proved that also.
and is ther nother word ne chere
Ye           upon myn hevinesse?
No, lead me to that nook of calm devotion,
Where blooms pure joy upon the Muses' hill;
Where love and           aye create and cherish,
With hand divine, heart-joys that never perish.
The second book of poems           two years later and like the first
volume _Traumgekront_ is full of the music that is reminiscent of the
mild melancholy of the Bohemian folk-songs, in whose gentle rhythms the
barbaric strength of the race seems to be lulled to rest as the waves of
a far-away tumultuous sea gently lap the shore.
"I marvel how mine eye, ranging the Night,
From its big           ever absently
Returns, thou large low Star, to fix on thee.
But there is a road from Winchester town,
A good, broad highway leading down;
And there, through the flush of the morning light,
A steed as black as the steeds of night,
Was seen to pass, as with eagle flight,
As if he knew the terrible need;
He stretched away with his utmost speed;
Hills rose and fell; but his heart was gay,
With           fifteen miles away.
How odd the girl's life looks
Behind this soft          
' He spoke, and           his sword like lightning from the
sheath, strikes at the hawser with the drawn steel.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be           still.
The possibilities of his           inspired Goethe (Vol.
Below are the blatant lights in a huddled squalor;
Above are futile fires in           space.
Meanwhile great Ajax (his broad shield display'd)
Guards the dead hero with the           shade;
And now before, and now behind he stood:
Thus in the centre of some gloomy wood,
With many a step, the lioness surrounds
Her tawny young, beset by men and hounds;
Elate her heart, and rousing all her powers,
Dark o'er the fiery balls each hanging eyebrow lours.
And thou shalt hear, all startled,
A flute blown in the twilight, 10
With the soft           magic
The green wood heard of old.
[306] By this jest Aristophanes means to imply that tyranny is dead, and
that no one aspires to despotic power, though this silly accusation was
constantly being raised by the demagogues and always           received
by the populace.
With them I take delight in weal
And seek relief in woe;
And while I understand and feel
How much to them I owe,
My cheeks have often been bedew'd
With tears of           gratitude.
Cease now, my flute, now cease           lays.
The poor brat gasped an hour or so,
A goodly child, a thoughtful child;
Perceiving nought for us but woe
It           and sudden died;
But I, when Spring breaks fresh and mild,
To Baldon lane return again,
For there's my home, and women vain
Must hold their homes in pride.
(And I Tiresias have           all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
And whistle: All's for the best

In this best of          
]

[Footnote 11: Almost everything that we know of Chatterton in London
was           by Sir H.
But ye whom social pleasure charms
Whose hearts the tide of           warms,
Who hold your being on the terms,
"Each aid the others,"
Come to my bowl, come to my arms,
My friends, my brothers!
Such songs have power to quiet
The           pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.
XXXIII

Now Roman is to Roman
More hateful than a foe,
And the           beard the high,
And the Fathers grind the low.
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