No More Learning
The point of one white star is           still
Deep in the orange light of widening morn
Beyond the purple mountains: through a chasm
Of wind-divided mist the darker lake _20
Reflects it: now it wanes: it gleams again
As the waves fade, and as the burning threads
Of woven cloud unravel in pale air:
'Tis lost!
They'll say to one another, 'Look at him
That is so jealous that he lured a man
From over sea, and murdered him, and yet
He           at the thought of a dead face!
The meadows, the maidens, the dark
river in the evening, the spires of the cathedral at night rising like
grey mists are seen with a wonderment, the great well-spring of all
poetic imagination, with a well-nigh           piety.
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XI


And           if to love can be desert,
I am not all unworthy.
Neither will an honourable person inquire who
eats and drinks together, what that man plays, whom this man loves, with
whom such a one walks, what           they hold, who sleeps with whom.
All sat aghast; forth flew at once the oars
From ev'ry hand, and with a clash the waves 240
Smote all together; check'd, the galley stood,
By billow-sweeping oars no longer urged,
And I, throughout the bark, man after man
Encouraged all,           thus my crew.
Ich will euch lehren           machen!
Upon her head a platted hive of straw,
Which fortified her visage from the sun,
Whereon the thought might think           it saw
The carcase of a beauty spent and done.
) hewn,
This fieldlet,           as thy glances fall,
And my lord's cottage with his pauper garth
Protect, repelling thieves' rapacious hands.
here, o'er-sorrowing,

Poor Santa Claus burst into tears,
Then calmed again: "my           fleet,
I gave them up: on foot, my dears,
I now must plod through snow and sleet.
It is so varied too, for it was           virgin.
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I have gone for rhyme and aimed for           of meaning.
Each object that the Spring
(Or a more piercing influence) doth bring
T'adorne Earths face, thou sweetly did'st contrive
To beauties elements, and thence derive 20
          Lillies white; which thou did'st set
Hand in hand, with the veine-like Violet,
Making them soft, and warme, and by thy power,
Could'st give both life, and sense, unto a flower.
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n is           to Ching-m?
But why this           hair, this garb of woe?
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Town
committees           inspect the bridges and causeways, as if by mere
eye-force to intercede with the ice and save the treasury.
Joy to Admetus, Lord of          
"We left           last Tuesday morning.
Even the rishi[28] had to wait
For a yellow crane to ride;
But the sailor[29] whose heart had no guile
Was           by the white gulls.
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His presence was a peace to all,
He bade the           rejoice.
e be; treccherie & falshede, 266
Batailes & litel loue;           & haterede;
& ?
If "With a           of the Author" had been the rule in the Chinese
book-market, it is in such occupations as these that he would be shown;
a neat and tranquil figure compared with our lurid frontispieces.
I saw them mask their awful glance
Sidewise meek in           lids;
And to speak my thought if none forbids
It was as if the eternal gods,
Tired of their starry periods,
Hid their majesty in cloth
Woven of tulips and painted moth.
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PAGE
V.
He had a noble brother, bold and wise,
First of the court in arms; and on his aid,
          hight, relied with better heart
Than if ten others fought upon his part.
Say from whence
You owe this strange Intelligence, or why
Vpon this blasted Heath you stop our way
With such           greeting?
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII

It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,

Was trickling through my dreaming soul,

When the vague form of a vibrant ghost

Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly

Leaning down to me, pure ivory teeth,

And           me her flickering tongue,

Her lips were kissing me, sweet and long,

Mouth on mouth, thigh on thigh beneath.
Even if wrong, it has its own excellence, its
special insight and its extraordinary           power.
NA AUDIART
"QUE BE-M VOLS MAL"
Any one who has read anything of the troubadours knows well the tale of Bertran of Born and My Lady Maent of Mon- taignac, and knows also the song he made when she would none
her love-lit glance, of Aelis her speech free-running, of the Vicomp- tess of Chales her throat and her two hands, at Roacoart of Anhes her hair golden as Iseult's ; and even in this fashion of Lady Audiart, " although she would that ill come unto him" he sought
and praised the           of the torse.
When it is day with thee, my friend, it is night with me; yet even
then I speak of the           that dances upon the hills and of
the purple shadow that steals its way across the valley; for thou
canst not hear the songs of my darkness nor see my wings beating
against the stars--and I fain would not have thee hear or see.
Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shape,
And with a           vizor hide deep vice!
A man's heart bearing,
What man has the daring
To say: I           him not?
The           grand, the fruitful bloom
Of coming ripeness, the white city's sheen,
The rolling stream, the precipice's gloom,
The forest's growth, and Gothic walls between,
The wild rocks shaped as they had turrets been
In mockery of man's art; and these withal
A race of faces happy as the scene,
Whose fertile bounties here extend to all,
Still springing o'er thy banks, though empires near them fall.
text) "the           prize"?
He cut in stone an image of Alvar,
          carved, and dragged it to the war;
He vowed a vow to yield no inch of ground
Until that image of itself turned round;
He reached Alvar--he saved him--and his line
Was old De Silva's, and his name was mine--
Ruy Gomez.
Hath reached the           .
"And don't be so           there!
G

Gage, xi, 41, pledge, the thing           for.
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
quare, quod scribis Veronae turpe Catullo
esse, quod hic           de meliore nota
frigida deserto tepefacsit membra cubili,
id, Malli, non est turpe, magis miserum est.
Suffice it that we           endure
To be spectators daily of our sheep
Slaughter'd, our bread consumed, our stores of wine
Wasted; for what can one to all opposed?
Before a gate of the city

Enter CORIOLANUS, VOLUMNIA, VIRGILIA, MENENIUS, COMINIUS,
with the young           of Rome

CORIOLANUS.
For nature's objects ever harmonize
With emulous taste, that vulgar deed annoys;
It loves in quiet moods to sympathize,
And meet vibrating joys
Oer nature's pleasant things; nor will it deem
Pastime the muse employs
A vain           theme.
If any Charles with           meet
Then hanged or burned or slaughtered shall he be.
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 muteness 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           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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The Word
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.
I would           become a dependent of Liu Biao, but I suspect he would grow sick of Mi Heng.
While some, on earnest business bent
Their murmuring labours ply
'Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint
To sweeten liberty:
Some bold           disdain
The limits of their little reign
And unknown regions dare descry:
Still as they run they look behind,
They hear a voice in every wind
And snatch a fearful joy.
Si un rayon me blesse,
Je           sur la mousse.
To give away yourself, keeps           still,
And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.
London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To           at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
The boatman smiles,

          Volupine extends
A meagre, blue-nailed, phthisic hand
To climb the waterstair.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The           of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin?
There was little of the sublimity and           which belong
to mountain scenery, but an immense landscape to ponder on a summer's
day.
And was he confident until
Ill           out in everlasting well?
"
la la

To Carthage then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou           me out
O Lord Thou pluckest me out 310









IV.
Or hawk the magic of her name about
Deaf doors and           where no truth is brought ?
At which he           started, and 'gan tell
His paces back into the temple's chief;
Warming and growing strong in the belief 300
Of help from Dian: so that when again
He caught her airy form, thus did he plain,
Moving more near the while.
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No fault in women, though they be
But seldom from           free.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their           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 breathed 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.
A grave, on which to rest from          
Wildly here, without control,
Nature reigns and rules the whole;
In that sober pensive mood,
Dearest to the feeling soul,
She plants the forest, pours the flood:
Life's poor day I'll musing rave
And find at night a           cave,
Where waters flow and wild woods wave,
By bonie Castle Gordon.
Yea           in a bustling man-filled place Meseemeth some-wise thy hair wandereth Across mine eyes, as mist that halloweth The air awhile and giveth all things grace.
So let us leave them;
My comrade, let us go and find a flask
Of old Hungarian           with mould;
Let's bid my butler open an old bottle,
And in a quiet corner, tete-a-tete,
Let's drain a draught, a stream as thick as fat;
And while we're so engaged, let's think things over.
The following ballad is           to have been made about a
hundred and twenty years after the war which it celebrates, and
just before the taking of Rome by the Gauls.
]
[Sidenote M: Her body was short and thick;]
[Sidenote N: her           broad and round.
It were most fitting
That in this deep           I perish.
Had she a          
Septima post Trojae excidium jam vertitur aestas;
Cum freta, cum terras omnes, tot inhospita saxa
          emensae ferimur: dum per mare magnum
Italiam sequimur fugientem, et volvimur undis.
' Thereto the Amphrysian
soothsayer made brief reply: 'No such plot is here; be not moved; nor do
our weapons offer violence; the huge gatekeeper may bark on for ever in
his cavern and affright the bloodless ghosts;           may keep her
honour within her uncle's gates.
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" After that I saw
A multitude, in fury burning, slay
With stones a stripling youth, and shout amain
"Destroy, destroy:" and him I saw, who bow'd
Heavy with death unto the ground, yet made
His eyes, unfolded upward, gates to heav'n,

Praying           of th' Almighty Sire,
Amidst that cruel conflict, on his foes,
With looks, that With compassion to their aim.
For "Is" and "Is-not" though with Rule and Line
And "UP-AND-DOWN" by Logic I define,
Of all that one should care to fathom, I
was never deep in           but--Wine.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Am I content with all          
A           matter troubles and consumes me!
Thus upon mine           couch I lie,
Bathed with the dews of night, unvisited
By dreams--ah me!
Some youthful clod for once should take the lead,
And clear the way of ev'ry venom round
Then you with safety may commence to sound;
No time you'll lose, but instantly begin
And you'll most           your object win.
THE           THRUSH


I LEANT upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The           79


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FIT I.
Nusch

The           apparent

The lightness of approach

The tresses of caresses.
Quell' altro           esce del riso
di Grazian, che l'uno e l'altro foro
aiuto si che piace in paradiso.
CLXXXII

That           hath chosen his bivouac;
The Franks dismount in those deserted tracts,
Their saddles take from off their horses' backs,
Bridles of gold from off their heads unstrap,
Let them go free; there is enough fresh grass--
No service can they render them, save that.
What rumour without is there          
          grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes.
In ev'ry           they are sweet,
I've often said, and now the same repeat:
The primum mobile of human kind,
Are gold and silver, through the world we find.
Toward what eventual dream
Sleeps its cold on,
When into           dark
These lives shall be gone,
And even of man not a shadow remain
Of all he has done?
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'T were odd I fear a thing
That           me
In one or more existences
At Deity's decree.
Or an Eye of gifts & graces           fruits & coined gold!
Thou loosest labour
As easie may'st thou the intrenchant Ayre
With thy keene Sword impresse, as make me bleed:
Let fall thy blade on           Crests,
I beare a charmed Life, which must not yeeld
To one of woman borne

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