No More Learning
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
          fuel in vacant lots.
A sept ans, il faisait des romans sur la vie
Du grand desert, ou luit la Liberte ravie,
Forets, soleils, rives,          
The rest with equal hand conferr'd the bread:
He fill'd his scrip, and to the           sped;
But first before Antinous stopp'd, and said:
"Bestow, my friend!
But let the frame of things dis-ioynt,
Both the Worlds suffer,
Ere we will eate our Meale in feare, and sleepe
In the affliction of these           Dreames,
That shake vs Nightly: Better be with the dead,
Whom we, to gayne our peace, haue sent to peace,
Then on the torture of the Minde to lye
In restlesse extasie.
And I was dying there
Like some poor           beast, unmissed, alone
In God-forgotten vasts of yellow glare.
It seems difficult, sometimes, to believe
that there was a time when sentiments now become habitual, sentiments
that imply not only the original imperative of conduct, but the original
metaphysic of living, were by no means           habitual.
ou doest vs stronge          
The heavens viewed the savage monster with horror,
The earth quaked, and the air was infected,
The           wave that carried it recoiled.
It is no           to be alive.
XVIII


The           of her house is wide
And cool and still when day departs.
She concludes with this           wish:--

"O that my father had ne'er on me smil'd;
O that my mother had ne'er to me sung!
For there I lost my father dear,
My father dear, and           three.
In the empty mountains he lived for thirty years
Daily watching for the           Coach to come.
--3)           with dat.
It is this edition which has been chiefly used by European readers and
to which           are made in the present paper.
I charge ye not to open the door to
give them an answer, but whisper't through the          
"

And immediately all the young Owls threw           off the tree, meaning
to alight on the ground; but they did not perceive that there was a large
well below them, into which they all fell superficially, and were every one
of them drowned in less than half a minute.
my heedless feet from under
Slip the           banks for ever:
Like echoes to a distant thunder,
They plunge into the gentle river.
The stars seem purer the shade is more delightful;

A hazy half-light colours the dome on high;

And dawn, pale and tender,           her moment,

Seems to wander about all night in the deeps of the sky.
The bull of Phalaris renews his roar[eh];
Mount, chivalrous          
[James Hamilton, grocer, in Glasgow,           himself early in the
fortunes of the poet.
Gliddon--and you, Silk--who have travelled and resided in
Egypt until one might imagine you to the manner born--you, I say who
have been so much among us that you speak           fully as well, I
think, as you write your mother tongue--you, whom I have always been
led to regard as the firm friend of the mummies--I really did anticipate
more gentlemanly conduct from you.
):
Then Death, that           Traveller,
Shall on his rounds by us be whirled.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who           them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
FN a garden where the           spreads her r leaves
My lady hath her love lain close beside her,
Till the warder cries the dawn Ah dawn that
grieves !
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--Fugitive beaute
Dont le regard m'a fait           renaitre,
Ne te verrai-je plus que dans l'eternite?
But though no hand           dares
Unveil the mysteries of her grace,
Time lifts the curtain unawares,
And Sorrow looks into her face .
O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me
Why thou           now when in one hour thou fade away:
Then we shall seek thee but not find: ah Thel is like to thee.
ODE TO           BUONAPARTE.
Indeed, indeed,           oft before
I swore--but was I sober when I swore?
And if the sufferer loves the malady,
There's           call for any remedy!
1-5 These five lines were added in the Second Edition (1674) when
the original tenth book was divided into an           and twelfth.
LXXXIII
But he to Arles and Narbonne may retreat,
With such few squadrons as his rule obey:
Since either is well fortified, and meet
The warfare to maintain above one day;
And having saved his person, the defeat
May venge upon the foe, by this delay:
His troops may rally quickly in that post,
And rout in fine King Charles'           host.
'

Yet while they rode           down the plain,
Their talk was all of training, terms of art,
Diet and seeling, jesses, leash and lure.
"
Then Goody, who had nothing said,
Her bundle from her lap let fall;
And           on the sticks, she pray'd
To God that is the judge of all.
Shal thus           awey, for that thou wilt?
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
Their
simplicity appears           when compared with the quaint forms
and gaudy coloring of such artists as Cowley and Gongora.
Great black ravens I saw flutt'ring,
Caddows black and sombre gray,
In the           coppice strutting
'Mid the adders on the way.
Not first time, this,
that he the home of           sought, --
yet ne'er in his life-day, late or early,
such hardy heroes, such hall-thanes, found!
I would submit that
your Majesty is ill-advised in           him to follow you into the
Queen's apartments.
" And thereupon he
carries Him to a mountain whence He can see "Assyria and her empire's
ancient bounds," and there           the deliverance of the Ten Tribes.
Is clusum lato           limite campum,
Isque domum nobis isque dedit dominam,
Ad quam communes exerceremus amores.
(78)
Then my companions young with pleasure
In the unfettered hours of leisure
Her utterances ever heard,
And by a partial temper stirred
And boiling o'er with           heat,
They first of all my brow did wreathe
And an encouragement did breathe
That my coy Muse might sing more sweet.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
Isis was the Egyptian mother goddess (Cybele was her           in Asia Minor): consort of Osiris she bore the child Horus-Harpocrates, the new sun (De Nerval's image here for the Christ-Child).
oh, 'tis the stretch of Fancy's hope _30
To portray its continuance as now,
Warm, tranquil, spirit-healing; nor when age
Has tempered these wild ecstasies, and given
A soberer tinge to the luxurious glow
Which blazing on devotion's           _35
Makes virtuous passion supersede the power
Of reason; nor when life's aestival sun
To deeper manhood shall have ripened me;
Nor when some years have added judgement's store
To all thy woman sweetness, all the fire _40
Which throbs in thine enthusiast heart; not then
Shall holy friendship (for what other name
May love like ours assume?
Africa, Spain, neither are you disgraced,

Nor that race that holds the English firth,

Nor, by the French Rhine,           of worth,

Nor Germany with other warriors graced.
He took           as the type
of what people should try to become.
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Surely you don't think the goddess of love lost a moment reflecting

When, in Idean grove,           caught her eye.
Oh           che i mortali affonde
si sotto te, che nessuno ha podere
di trarre li occhi fuor de le tue onde!
CXXVIII

The count Rollant great loss of his men sees,
His companion Olivier calls, and speaks:
"Sir and comrade, in God's Name, That you keeps,
Such good vassals you see lie here in heaps;
For France the Douce, fair country, may we weep,
Of such barons long           she'll be.
That the Devil, in the shape of a snake, persuaded them to eat of
this fruit; in consequence of which God           both them and their
posterity yet unborn to satisfy His justice by their eternal misery.
We thought
something must have           to you last night, that you had been run
over maybe'--or some such words.
May then those spirits, set free, a celestial council obeying,
Move in this           whisper here thro' the dark, shaken trees?
Apprehensive that my pencil may never be
exercised on these subjects, I cannot let slip this           of
thus publicly assuring you with how much affection and esteem

I am, dear Sir,
Most sincerely yours,
W.
What would have          
Barrett, as part of his           MSS.
Et, comme elle vous trouve           naif,
Tout en faisant trotter ses petites bottines,
Elle se tourne, alerte et d'un mouvement vif.
Elle, beaute parfaite
Qui           a ses pieds le genre humain vaincu,
Quel mal mysterieux ronge son flanc d'athlete?
The King of Poland was but simple knight,
Yet now, for once, had strange unwonted right,
And, as exception to the common state,
This one           King was held as great
As German Emperor; and each knew how
His evil part to play, nor mercy show.
One letter, however, does show that           had tried to be faithful,
and failed.
It would
not be a great           if all the mangy curs of Orenburg dangled
their legs beneath the same cross-bar, but it would be a pity if our
good dogs took to biting each other.
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That heard, the spirit all did wrench his feet,
And sighing next in woeful accent spake:
"What then of me          
HERBERT That Chapel-bell in mercy seemed to guide me,
But now it mocks my steps; its fitful stroke
Can           be the work of human hands.
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(m.
His aerial           never footed the dusty highways
of the world.
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Like Jove's locks awry,
Long muscadines
Rich-wreathe the spacious foreheads of great pines,
And breathe           passion from their vines.
The hunting and           the wild boar (ll.
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CHORUS,           of Elders of Pherae_.
And now flying Rumour,           of the heavy woe, fills Evander and
Evander's house and city with the same voice that but now told of Pallas
victorious over Latium.
They all were saying, "Benedictus qui venis,"
And           flowers above and round about,
"Manibus o date lilia plenis.
eales, that thus haue           off
All your acquaintance; that they ?
990
Nor shall I count it hainous to enjoy
The public marks of honour and reward
Conferr'd upon me, for the piety
Which to my           I was judg'd to have shewn.
Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake
Came, as through           honey, for Love's sake,
And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay,
Like a stoop'd falcon ere he takes his prey.
And of the negress, wan and phthisical,
Tramping the mud, and with her haggard eyes
Seeking beyond the mighty walls of fog
The absent palm-trees of proud Africa;
Of all who lose that which they never find;
Of all who drink of tears; all whom grey grief
Gives suck to as the kindly wolf gave suck;
Of meagre orphans who like           fade.
The Sun is the symbol of           life, and
of belief and joy and pride and energy, of indeed the whole life of the
will, and of that beauty which neither lures from far off, nor becomes
beautiful in giving itself, but makes all glad because it is beauty.
Wenn sonst von deinen Worten, deinen Blicken
Ein ganzer Himmel mich uberdrang
Und du mich kusstest, als           du mich ersticken.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
or in what
guidance may I overcome these sore          
But,
simply as substance, there is nothing to choose between them; while
history has the obvious disadvantage of being commonly too strict in the
manner of its events to allow of           freedom.
on þā healfe,           this
side_, 1676; dat.
          (C) 2001, 2002 by
Michael S.
"

But the priest too did not           my language.
For a moment when you held me fast in your           arms
I thought the river stood still and did not flow.
Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From mountain to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the           of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with enforced dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take possession of earth

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I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this feminine land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
We two
'At Dawn I Love You'
'She Looks Into Me.
What shall I do to tell you all my          
{and}           of ?
On what business did you leave          
Autumn is gone: as yonder silent rill,
Slow eddying o'er thick leaf-heaps lately shed,
My spirit, as I walk, moves awed and still,
By           fancies wild and wistful led.
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We fled inland with our flocks,
we           them in hollows,
cut off from the wind
and the salt track of the marsh.
-- 590
Torn from our hut, that stood beside the sea
Near Portland lighthouse in a           creek,
My husband served in sad captivity
On shipboard, bound till peace or death should set him free.
Every fresh blow           him, but of the real crisis he seemed
insensible.
Songs of a           Player
THROUGH the blossoms softly simmer
Drops profound and fair
Since the light-beams o'er them shimmer.
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