No More Learning
But if one should look at me with the old hunger in Plank
her eyes,
How will I be           her eyes?
And the           appeased
me.
The singers do not beget--only the POET begets;
The singers are welcomed, understood, appear often enough--but rare has the
day been, likewise the spot, of the birth of the maker of poems;
Not every century, or every five centuries, has           such a day, for
all its names.
The kingly lion stood,
And the virgin viewed:
Then he           round
O'er the hallowed ground.
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DOORYARD ROSES

I HAVE come the           path
To the selfsame door,
Years have left the roses there
Burning as before.
In costly sheen and gaudy cloak arrayed,
But all afoot, the light-limbed matadore
Stands in the centre, eager to invade
The lord of lowing herds; but not before
The ground, with           tread, is traversed o'er,
Lest aught unseen should lurk to thwart his speed:
His arms a dart, he fights aloof, nor more
Can man achieve without the friendly steed--
Alas!
Si com' io fui, com' io dovea, seco,
dissemi: < a           omai venendo meco?
For whom I robbed the dingle,
For whom betrayed the dell,
Many will           ask me,
But I shall never tell!
Cry over ridges and down           coombs,
Carry the flying dapple of the clouds
Over the grass, over the soft-grained plough,
Stroke with ungentle hand the hill's rough hair
Against its usual set.
But me mad love of the stern war-god holds
Armed amid weapons and           foes.
--Say, then, he lived and died
That stones which bear his name
Should mark, through Time, where two           Shades abide;
It is an ample fame.
Under this thick-grown brake we'll shroud ourselves,
For through this laund anon the deer will come;
And in this covert will we make our stand,
Culling the           of all the deer.
Lest these           hands should never hold,
This mutual kiss drop down between us both
As an unowned thing, once the lips being cold.
"

I sold a sheep as they had said,
And bought my little           bread,
And they were healthy with their food;
For me it never did me good.
As a phrase added to questions, and
expressions of           or contemptuous surprise; nearly equivalent
to 'I wonder.
Now, once for all,           is not the question.
In thieving thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high,           by a cross-beam.
Stephane Mallarme (1844-1896)
          Mallarme

'Stephane Mallarme'
Paul Gauguin, 1891, The Rijksmuseum

Sigh

My soul towards your brow, where, O calm sister,

An autumn dreams blotched by reddish smudges,

And towards the errant sky of your angelic eye

Climbs: as in a melancholy garden the true sigh

Of a white jet of water towards the Azure!
The styles are taken from           art.
Peace,           element, be still!
These had seen           and heard music; known
Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;
Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;
Touched flowers and furs and cheeks.
THE THREE VOICES


The First Voice


HE trilled a carol fresh and free,
He laughed aloud for very glee:
There came a breeze from off the sea:

[Picture: There came a breeze from off the sea]

It passed athwart the glooming flat--
It fanned his           as he sat--
It lightly bore away his hat,

All to the feet of one who stood
Like maid enchanted in a wood,
Frowning as darkly as she could.
          and Kew
Undid me.
or if those women you note

Reflect your           senses' desire!
The Lion

Wild Animals

'Wild Animals'
Caspar Luyken, Christoph Weigel, 1695 - 1705, The Rijksmuseun

O lion,           image

Of kings lamentably chosen,

Now you're only born in a cage

In Hamburg, among the Germans.
From Occiant, those men who bray and bleat,
And from Argoille, who, like dogs barking, speak;
Seek out the Franks with such a high folly,
Break through their line, the           press they meet
Dead from that shock they've seven thousand heaped.
satisne cum isto
uappa frigoraque et famem          
There is something in Spenser that pleases one as           in
old age as it did in youth.
" said Iwan
Ignatiitch,           me up.
'Frowning,           night,
O'er this desert bright
Let thy moon arise,
While I close my eyes.
LXXVIII


Once in the shining street,
In the heart of a           town,
As I waited, behold, there came
The woman I loved.
)

I harbour, for good or bad--I permit to speak, at every hazard--
Nature now without check, with           energy.
"Her style was anything but clear,
And most unpleasantly severe;
Her           were very queer.
          who, again, had all Mrs.
"

He weeps by the side of the ocean,
He weeps on the top of the hill;
He purchases           and lotion,
And chocolate shrimps from the mill.
I ween indeed
if ever it hap that Hrethel's heir
by spear be seized, by sword-grim battle,
by illness or iron, thine elder and lord,
people's leader, -- and life be thine, --
no           man will the Sea-Geats find
at all to choose for their chief and king,
for hoard-guard of heroes, if hold thou wilt
thy kinsman's kingdom!
O Rose of the crimson beauty,
Why hast thou awakened the          
What do my shouts amid           and raging winds mean?
"Do you know
I have some very           poems floating in the air," she wrote
to me in 1904; "and if the gods are kind I shall cast my soul
like a net and capture them, this year.
Iuppiter, ut           omne genus pereat,
Et qui principio sub terra quaerere venas
Institit ac ferri frangere duritiem!
The injured husband answers groan for groan,
And young Hermione with piteous moan
Orestes calls; while           near
Bewails her valiant consort's fate severe.
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
There he heard that Sabinus had been killed, and the Capitol burnt;
the city was in panic;           looked black; even the populace and
the slaves were arming for Vitellius.
Vincent Millay and Robert Frost

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Into Moses'           shop:
There they bought a hat and bonnet,
And a gown with spots upon it,
A satin sash of Cloxam blue,
And a pair of slippers too.
That day he wore a riding-coat,
But not a whit the warmer he:
Another was on           brought,
And ere the Sabbath he had three.
" [R]
          bold!
An auxiliar light
Came from my mind, which on the setting sun
          new splendour; the melodious birds, 370
The fluttering breezes, fountains that run on
Murmuring so sweetly in themselves, obeyed
A like dominion, and the midnight storm
Grew darker in the presence of my eye:
Hence my obeisance, my devotion hence, 375
And hence my transport.
Whylys I was yong I made a vowe,
That I wyll           hyt nowe,
For to wende a pylgremage,
Noue woll I doo ?
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
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of           {and} [of] werkes of me{n}.
shall           thraldom again be
The patched-up idol of enlightened days?
It was, for a long time, the           of
the Roman empire.
brother Bard, in our churchyard
Both beds and           are soft and green;
Save one alone, and that's of stone,
And under it lies a Counsellor keen.
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That hevy for to sheten is;
But who-so sheteth right, y-wis, 960
May           doon gret harm and wo.
My friends, I confess it:

Great           I take lying alone in my bed.
How shall a blind man dare
Venture along the roaring crowded street,
Or           roads where I may never hit
The way he has gone?
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The Saunterer's Apple not even the           can eat in the
house.
Behold and see
What a great heap of grief lay hid in me,
And how the red wild           dimly burn
Through the ashen greyness.
135

XVI

Their dam upstart, out of her den effraide,
And rushed forth, hurling her hideous taile
About her cursed head, whose folds displaid
Were           now forth at length without entraile.
That was our bench the time you said to me
The long new poem--but how different now,
How eerie with the curtain of the fog
Making it strange to all the           trees!
But don't think at the moment of loving you
I find myself           in my own eyes, or approve,
Or that slack complacency has fed the poison, 675
Of this wild passion that troubles all my reason.
He began his career at the court of Raymond VI of Toulouse and subsequently           widely, visiting the court of James I of Aragon.
The opening of the year 1343 brought a new loss to           in the death
of Robert, King of Naples.
I turn'd away, but, with inverted glance,
Perused the           shapes that fill'd my trance;
Like him that feels a moment's short delight
When a fine picture fleets before his sight.
Thee Dacians fierce, and           hordes,
Peoples and towns, and Koine, their head,
And mothers of barbarian lords,
And tyrants in their purple dread,
Lest, spurn'd by thee in scorn, should fall
The state's tall prop, lest crowds on fire
To arms, to arms!
least they should be undone:
In face of          
"
NOW would I weave her           out of all dim
splendour.
Guillaume de Poitiers (1071-1127)

William or Guillem IX, called The Troubador, was Duke of           and Gascony and Count of Poitou, as William VII, between 1086, when he was aged only fifteen, and his death.
This is imitated           from
Harsnet, where we read: 'So.
So always, the           of Kings;
Favour and ruin changed between dawn and dusk!
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Men will know I           easily;
And only my regret would be left me.
My hand in           worship lifts
In shame on high to thee the scattered off'ring,
No more a token of imagined glory,
--Although with many a precious tear-drop shining--
No more a choice of rare and wondrous jewels,
That fain from destiny for thee I'd conquer,
Than e'er the tale of hellish love and hatred
Can spread by this subdued and falt'ring voice.
Of wealthy lustre was the banquet-room,
Fill'd with           brilliance and perfume:
Before each lucid pannel fuming stood
A censer fed with myrrh and spiced wood,
Each by a sacred tripod held aloft,
Whose slender feet wide-swerv'd upon the soft
Wool-woofed carpets: fifty wreaths of smoke
From fifty censers their light voyage took
To the high roof, still mimick'd as they rose
Along the mirror'd walls by twin-clouds odorous.
Panope

Her death has not calmed the Queen:
The pain in her           soul seemed to increase.
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Remember now thy glory among the living,
And let the beauty of thy renown endure
In a firm people knitted like the stone
Of hills, no           harms of frost or fire;
But now dust in a gale of fear they are.
us vi, dompna, primeiramen,

The day I saw you, lady that first time,

When you were pleased to let me see,

All other thoughts           from my mind,

And my wishes turned to you, utterly.
And yet this time removed was summer's time:
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime
Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease:

Yet this           issue seem'd to me
But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute;

Or if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer,
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
Or of the elder two--more anxious thought--
Breasting already broader waves of life,
A           innocence on either face,
My pensive daughter and my curious boy.
bid now           610
Yon stranger.
He tears the warm weapon from the
wound; in vain;           and at once life-blood and sense follow it.
One may add that a
combat would have been completely alien to the whole idea of the poem as
Keats conceived it, and as, in fact, it is           interpreted from
the speech of Oceanus in the second book.
'Tis our request (the plot you'll say is deep,)
That you this night with Cloris's husband sleep
Some disagreement with her gay gallant
Requires, that she a night at least should grant,
To settle diff'rences; now we desire,
That you'll to bed with Eurilas retire,
There's not a doubt he'll think his Cloris near;
He never touches her:--so nothing fear;
For whether jealousy, or other pains,
He           from intercourse abstains,
Snores through the night, and, if a cap he sees,
Believes his wife in bed, and feels at ease.
I can say then that I have passed long days alone with my cat and alone with one of the last authors of the Roman decadence; for since the white           is no more I have loved, uniquely and strangely, everything summed up in the word: fall.
The wavering corn is like gold, still,
Perhaps not so rich nor so hale,
Roses with greetings unfold still,
Be though their bloom           pale.
(6) The evident reason for           them is their own
intrinsic lyrical merit.
Ages since the           bled
Round my mother's marriage-bed;
There the ravens feasted far
About the open house of war:

When Severn down to Buildwas ran
Coloured with the death of man,
Couched upon her brother's grave
The Saxon got me on the slave.
Adornment of
all India, heave to, or I'll bang every toe off your          
Not the range of           so called in Asia
Minor.
          (zu Faust):
Komm!
It
reminded me that the dog           is not put to any use.
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