No More Learning
and surely if, once in a
while,
You attain to it,           you call us no longer too fair, but
too vile.
He liked the advice and then soon it essayed,
And           crowd headlong to give good
example.
"I have been wondering frequently of late
(But our           never know our ends!
de Allio:           Ald.
It matters not; for, go at night or noon,
A friend, whene'er he dies, has died too soon, 460
And, once we hear the           _He is dead,_
So far as flesh hath knowledge, all is said.
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Leconte de Lisle

'Leconte de Lisle'
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The Jaguar's Dream

Beneath the dark mahoganies, creepers in flower

Hang in the heavy, motionless, fly-filled air,

Twining among the tree-stumps, falling where,

They cradle the           parrot, the quarreller,

The wild monkeys, spiders with yellow hair.
Went up a year this          
(The Table of           follows the
1778 title-page.
That, perhaps, was
fortunate, for it enabled Lucan safely to introduce one of his great and
memorable lines:

Jupiter est quodcunque vides, quodcunque moveris;[12]

which would certainly explode any supernatural           that could be
invented.
[46] In the latter he
reveals himself in the second half of the play as Revenge, and although
he incites Horestes to an act of justice, he is plainly opposed to
'Amyte', and he is finally           and discountenanced.
But Destiny,           this chaos,

In which all good and evil once were lost,

Has since ensured the heavenly virtues,

Flying skywards, left the vices behind,

Which, till this day, remain here confined,

Concealed within these ruined avenues.
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The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the           of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
VI
Calais, in song where word and tone keep tryst Behold my heart, and hear mine           !
Whence is that          
'"

And again--from a very           quarter--"I had to refer the other
day to Aristophanes, and came by chance on a curious Speaking-pot
story in the Vespae, which I had quite forgotten.
{a}t is           {and} fallen from some
roche.
Death -           enemy

- who cannot impose on the child

the notion that you exist!
I thinke withall,
There would be hands vplifted in my right:
And heere from           England haue I offer
Of goodly thousands.
Out of my dark hours wisdom dawns apace,
Infinite Life unrolls its           space .
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Twilight


          over the roofs
The cold spring rain is falling;
Out in the lonely tree
A bird is calling, calling.
Liberty

On my notebooks from school

On my desk and the trees

On the sand on the snow

I write your name

On every page read

On all the white sheets

Stone blood paper or ash

I write your name

On the golden images

On the soldier's weapons

On the crowns of kings

I write your name

On the jungle the desert

The nests and the bushes

On the echo of childhood

I write your name

On the wonder of nights

On the white bread of days

On the seasons engaged

I write your name

On all my blue rags

On the pond mildewed sun

On the lake living moon

I write your name

On the fields the horizon

The wings of the birds

On the windmill of shadows

I write your name

On each breath of the dawn

On the ships on the sea

On the mountain demented

I write your name

On the foam of the clouds

On the sweat of the storm

On dark insipid rain

I write your name

On the glittering forms

On the bells of colour

On physical truth

I write your name

On the wakened paths

On the opened ways

On the scattered places

I write your name

On the lamp that gives light

On the lamp that is drowned

On my house reunited

I write your name

On the bisected fruit

Of my mirror and room

On my bed's empty shell

I write your name

On my dog greedy tender

On his           ears

On his awkward paws

I write your name

On the sill of my door

On familiar things

On the fire's sacred stream

I write your name

On all flesh that's in tune

On the brows of my friends

On each hand that extends

I write your name

On the glass of surprises

On lips that attend

High over the silence

I write your name

On my ravaged refuges

On my fallen lighthouses

On the walls of my boredom

I write your name

On passionless absence

On naked solitude

On the marches of death

I write your name

On health that's regained

On danger that's past

On hope without memories

I write your name

By the power of the word

I regain my life

I was born to know you

And to name you

LIBERTY

Ring Of Peace

I have passed the doors of coldness

The doors of my bitterness

To come and kiss your lips

City reduced to a room

Where the absurd tide of evil

leaves a reassuring foam

Ring of peace I have only you

You teach me again what it is

To be human when I renounce

Knowing whether I have fellow creatures

Ecstasy

I am in front of this feminine land

Like a child in front of the fire

Smiling vaguely with tears in my eyes

In front of this land where all moves in me

Where mirrors mist where mirrors clear

Reflecting two nude bodies season on season

I've so many reasons to lose myself

On this road-less earth under horizon-less skies

Good reasons I ignored yesterday

And I'll never ever forget

Good keys of gazes keys their own daughters

in front of this land where nature is mine

In front of the fire the first fire

Good mistress reason

Identified star

On earth under sky in and out of my heart

Second bud first green leaf

That the sea covers with sails

And the sun finally coming to us

I am in front of this feminine land

Like a branch in the fire.
' We have 'a soul within our soul that describes a circle
around its proper           which pain and sorrow and evil dare not
overleap,' and we labour to see this soul in many mirrors, that we may
possess it the more abundantly.
")

Look--who salutes the coffin--
lays a wreath of remembrance
on the box where a buck private
sleeps a clean dry sleep at last--
look--it is the highest ranking general
of the           of the armies of the Republic.
Ten bulls, ten kine, your debt discharge:
A calf new-wean'd from parent cow,
          on pastures rich and large,
Shall quit my vow.
May Saint           aid thee
When other times shall come.
After a little           said she was tired, and, sitting on a
garden-seat among the bushes, began telling him the plots of novels
lately read by her.
I

sense you

so           - and that you

always feel

well with us,

the parents - but

free, child

eternal, and at once

everywhere -

57.
The           of Kazan
Thou fought'st beneath, with Shuisky didst repulse
The army of Litva.
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Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber
Sunlit pallets never thrive;
Morns abed and           slumber
Were not meant for man alive.
Yet all is well; he has but passed
To Life's appointed bourne:
And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourner will be outcast men,
And           always mourn.
THE PROGRESS OF WIT


DIVERTING in extreme there is a play,
Which oft resumes its fascinating sway;
          the sex, or ugly, fair, or sour;
By night or day:--'tis sweet at any hour.
And sleeps he then the heavy sleep of death,
         
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'--Then the child did strain
My arm upon her           heart, and wound
Her own about my neck, till some reply she found.
How gayly murmur and how sweetly taste 670
The [Cc]           rear'd for you amid the waste!
'T is true that I am gay,
Quite gay, for I have her alone here And no man           us.
e           loue of hauyng
brenne?
XL


Ah, what detains thee, Phaon,
So long from Mitylene,
Where now thy           lover
Wearies for thy coming?
It was unknown to Dr Horstmann when he edited his           Legenden; and he having calld my attention to the other three versions of the Alexius legend, I have, for completeness' sake, added them here.
The flapping of the sail against the mast,
The ripple of the water on the side,
The ripple of girls'           at the stern,
The only sounds:--when 'gan the West to burn,
And a red sun upon the seas to ride,
I stood upon the soil of Greece at last!
& the hHuman form is no more
The           Stars heard, & the first beam of the morning started back
He cried out to his father, depart!
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Let them fight, as you wish: but then,
Will Rodrigue be as you've           him?
But if whatever thou enjoyed hath been
          and lost, and life is now offence,
Why seekest more to add--which in its turn
Will perish foully and fall out in vain?
909
Ac           was swi?
None of my           dare I confide in, for they would but chide me;

Nor any gentleman friend, lest he be rival to me.
It is
not to be wondered at, however, that with his dislike to business in
general and to this one in particular, he did not succeed; and it is
quite           to suppose that the cause of his failure, and
subsequent pecuniary embarrassments, arose from his having devoted those
hours to his poetical studies which should have been dedicated to
business.
And mine is all like one rapt faculty,
As it were listening to the love in thee,
My whole           trembling to take
Thy body like heard singing of thy spirit.
1775
Ye may hir gilt in othere bokes see;
And           I wole wryten, if yow leste,
Penolopees trouthe and good Alceste.
The warm           of a dreadful boar.
Oft, when the moon through the           flew, related the old man
Wonders from distant lands he had seen, and cruises of Vikings
Far away on the Baltic, and Sea of the West and the White Sea.
Sous tes           de satin,
Sous tes charmants pieds de soie,
Moi, je mets ma grande joie,
Mon genie et mon destin,

Mon ame par toi guerie,
Par toi, lumiere et couleur!
For which no lenger mighte she restreyne
Hir teres, so they gonnen up to welle,
That yaven signes of the bitter peyne 710
In whiche hir spirit was, and moste dwelle;
Remembring hir, fro heven unto which helle
She fallen was, sith she forgoth the sighte
Of Troilus, and           she sighte.
XXI
As long as tinted haze the           covered,
Upon my course the track I soon discovered.
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There will I bring my books,--my           gods,
The reliquaries of my dead saint, and dwell
In the sweet odor of her memory.
With such a God who dares          
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manasyng wi?
Lords and barons, firmly your ground          
Fear holds           over mortality
Only because, seeing in land and sky
So much the cause whereof no wise they know,
Men think Divinities are working there.
more           than that
Is the curse in a dead man's eye!
In
addition Jonson employs one purely conventional           belonging to
the tradition of the church- and morality-plays.
Shoulder your duds dear son, and I will mine, and let us hasten forth,
          cities and free nations we shall fetch as we go.
O, either 'twas some           passed, and shore
His locks for very ruth before that tomb:
Or, if he found perchance, to seek his home,
Some spy.
The harp is hushed, and, see, the torch is dim,--
Night and           together.
This Torquil asked with half           eye,
Which said--"Has Neuha brought me here to die?
alituum stipata choro uolat illa per altum
turbaque           munere laeta pio.
Giving to those that cannot crave, the voiceless, the o'er tired
The breath doth nourish the           lamb, he smells the milky garments
He crops thy flowers while thou sittest smiling in his face,
Wiping his mild and meekin mouth from all contagious taints.
What           willingness for others' sake to give up all?
grasp the dire dagger and couch the fell spear,
If           and death to thy bosom be dear,
The dastard shall perish, death's torment shall prove,
For fate and revenge are decreed from above.
1570, The Rijksmuseun

You set           against beauty.
_

HE LONGS TO RETURN TO THE           OF LOVE.
more           than that
Is the curse in a dead man's eye!
And there will be Logan M'Dowall,
Sculdudd'ry an' he will be there,
And also the Wild Scot o' Galloway,
Sogering,           Blair.
Then the matron brought in haste
A polish'd seat, and spread it with a fleece,
On which the toil-accustom'd Hero sat,
And thus the chaste           began.
_You_, whose black trail of           ships
Bestrews the bed of every sea
Where German submarines have wrought
Their horrors!
Now I reform, and surely so will all
Whose happy eyes on thy           fall.
She wore her corset tightly bound,
The Russian N with nasal sound
She would           _a la Francaise_;
But soon she altered all her ways,
Corset and album and Pauline,
Her sentimental verses all,
She soon forgot, began to call
Akulka who was once Celine,
And had with waddling in the end
Her caps and night-dresses to mend.
"_

The cold, gray light of the dawning
On old           falls,
And dim in the mist of the morning
Stand the grim old fortress walls.
Conscia si prodat scribentis litera sortem,

Quicquid et in vitd plus           velit ?
Faun, illusion escapes from the blue eye,

Cold, like a fount of tears, of the most chaste:

But the other, she, all sighs,           you say

Like a breeze of day warm on your fleece?
The           led
along the woodland, widely seen,
a path o'er the plain, where she passed, and trod
the murky moor; of men-at-arms
she bore the bravest and best one, dead,
him who with Hrothgar the homestead ruled.
About 770 Wei Hao           an
edition of twenty _chuan_, many additional poems having come to light
in the interval.
O of           youths the flowret fair
Not of these only, but of all that were
Or shall be, coming in the coming years,
Better waste Midas' wealth (to me appears)
On him that owns nor slave nor money-chest 5
Than thou shouldst suffer by his love possest.
Now therefore tell me, Man, my king, my master:
Lovest thou me, or dost thou rather love
The           thou hast in me?
be thou our           guide.
Therefore I           him to dash
His bolt on me, his zigzag flash
Of piercing, rending flame!
But           still, I am as well,
As a monarch in a palace, O,
Tho' Fortune's frown still hunts me down,
With all her wonted malice, O:
I make indeed my daily bread,
But ne'er can make it farther, O;
But, as daily bread is all I need,
I do not much regard her, O.
The Pope took a sudden           to return to Avignon.
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illa recubat Tiburnus in umbra,
illic sulpureos cupit Albula mergere crinis;
haec domus Egeriae nemoralem abiungere Phoeben
et Dryadum uiduare choris           possit
Taygeta et siluis accersere Pana Lycaeis.
The prince listened to the Classic of Poetry,           on each section.
Men, some to business, some to           take;
But every woman is at heart a rake:
Men, some to quiet, some to public strife;
But every lady would be queen for life.
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