No More Learning
Upon her aching           be there hung
The leaves of willow and of adder's tongue;
And for the youth, quick, let us strip for him
The thyrsus, that his watching eyes may swim
Into forgetfulness; and, for the sage,
Let spear-grass and the spiteful thistle wage
War on his temples.
Perhaps I have
the more sympathy with them because they are despised by the farmer,
and occupy sterile and           soil.
This translation or rather           contains many of the two hundred or so fragments, in some cases fragments of the fragments, excluding things I found too partial or obscure to resonate.
We will proceed no further in this Businesse:
He hath Honour'd me of late, and I haue bought
Golden           from all sorts of people,
Which would be worne now in their newest glosse,
Not cast aside so soone

La.
And it seems questionable
whether we have enough _formal_ "belief"           to allow of such a
story appearing as solid and as vividly credible as epic poetry needs.
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For were it not their wont
Thuswise to swerve, down would they fall, each one,
Like drops of rain, through the unbottomed void;
And then           ne'er could be nor blows
Among the primal elements; and thus
Nature would never have created aught.
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Himself had loved a theme like this;
Must I be its          
The wet clouds to           beat;
And Lord Ammon's desert seat
Crieth from the South, unslaken,
For the dews that once were sweet,
For the rain that God hath taken.
}
Above the rest, as chief of all the band
Was Picus plac'd, a buckler in his hand;
His other wav'd a long           wand.
Counting the police inside and outside the theatre,
there were,           to some evening papers, five hundred.
Ah          
Was shown beside upon the solid floor
How dear           forc'd his mother rate
That ornament in evil hour receiv'd:
How in the temple on Sennacherib fell
His sons, and how a corpse they left him there.
Some news is          
that           where,
In the deep sky,
The terrible and fair,
In beauty vie!
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where we have not received written           of compliance.
Weaves in thy           hair, Sweet,
Ivy and celandine.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my           youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
Pride answers, "'Tis for mine:
For me kind Nature wakes her genial power,
Suckles each herb, and spreads out every flower;
Annual for me, the grape, the rose renew
The juice nectareous, and the balmy dew;
For me, the mine a thousand treasures brings;
For me, health gushes from a thousand springs;
Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise;
My           earth, my canopy the skies.
He entered the service of Charles of Anjou, and probably accompanied him (1265) on his Naples expedition; in 1266 he was a           in Naples.
]




SCENE--The inside of a poor Cottage

ELEANOR and IDONEA seated


IDONEA The storm beats hard--Mercy for poor or rich,
Whose heads are           in such a night!
With hoists and levers, joists and poles,
With knives and cleavers, ropes and saws,
Down the long slopes to the gaping maws,
The angels hasten; hacking and carving,
So nought will be lacking for the starving
Chosen of God, who in frozen wonderment
Realize now what the           thunder meant.
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
We bring thee our songs and our           for tribute,
The gold of our fields and the gold of our fruit;
O giver of mellowing radiance, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Surya, with cymbal and flute.
Art footless and art handless          
Through his personality; his pathos and
ethology he has furthermore engendered a new ideal;
a synthesis of           and Pagan feeling which in
this form has not existed before.
Gyges cried, how truly, king, you're blessed;
The skin how fair--how           all the rest!
Once a           pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the curtains of the night.
I need not say that the Brutus Books we possess do not contain the
legend here set forth, though it is not much more improbable than some of
the           contained in them.
"Now meet thy fate," th'           virago cried, 140
And drew a deadly bodkin from her side.
HAD Fate decreed our YOUTH, at early morn,
To view the angel features you adorn,
The           pow'rs AURORA bless,
Or airy SPRING bedecked in beauteous dress,
And all the azure canopy on high
Had vanished like a dream, once you were nigh.
Like a man making himself in drunken sleep
A king, my soul, drunk with its earthly war,
Kept idle all its terrible want of thee,
Believed itself managing arms with God;
Yea, when my           hurry through the earth
Made cloudy wind of the light human dust,
I thought myself to move in the dark danger
Of blinding God's own face with blasts of war!
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.
And wider still those billows of war
Thundered along the horizon's bar;
And louder yet into           rolled
The roar of that red sea uncontrolled,
Making the blood of the listener cold,
As he thought of the stake in that fiery fray,
And Sheridan twenty miles away.
The drum your Honour hears           from Warwick.
--The           poems in this section are taken from a series,
numbering several hundred brief pieces, written by Clare in the winter
of 1835-6.
If in these verses I around should twirl,
Some wily knave and easy simple girl,
'Tis with           in the breast to place;
On such occasions, dread of dire disgrace;
The mind to open, and the sex to set
Upon their guard 'gainst snares so often met.
He too bewailed his faults with penance sore,
Ay, and his           luck bemoaned a great deal more.
Who's yon, that, near the waterfall,
Which           down with headlong force,
Beneath the moon, yet shining fair,
As careless as if nothing were,
Sits upright on a feeding horse?
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The New Pleasure




Last night I           a new pleasure, and as I was giving it the
first trial an angel and a devil came rushing toward my house.
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Ah, those learned          
And said: until thy latest minute
Preserve,           my Talisman;
A secret power it holds within it--
'Twas love, true love the gift did plan.
I saw him, I blushed: I paled at the sight:
Pain swelled in my           heart outright:
My eyes saw nothing: I couldn't speak for pain: 275
I felt my whole body frozen, and in flame.
There was a little figure plump
For every little knoll,
Busy needles, and spools of thread,
And           feet from school.
By what fearful design are you being          
Now, of my           years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
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I seek my lord who has           me.
The construction is very           here; "effluvia" may
be regarded like "touch" as a subject of "were given" (l.
Their sharp, full cheer, from rank on rank,
Rose joyously, with a willing breath--
Rose like a           hail to death.
And since your actions are so nobly meant

Humble, in trembling, my love I phrase,

For there is no lover as           always

As I to you, Lady, through this world's extent.
Ein Lied vom neusten          
XX

"Franks, chevaliers," says the           then, Charles,
"Choose ye me out a baron from my marches,
To Marsilie shall carry back my answer.
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At the outset of my work
the Governing Body of Christ Church, Oxford, lent me the copy of
the edition of 1633 (originally the possession of Sir John Vaughan
(1603-1674) Chief Justice of the Common Pleas) on which the present
edition is based, and also their copies of the           of 1639, 1650,
and 1654.
War is a           trade; but in the cause that is righteous,
Sweet is the smell of powder; and thus I answer the challenge!
Valerio was the name that           bore;
A name I shall remember evermore.
They advance, they float in, the           all!
Perhaps in this           spot is laid
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;
Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd,
Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre:

But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page
Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll;
Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage,
And froze the genial current of the soul.
^ For such indeed are all our arts,
^ Still handling Nature's finest parts :

* Flowers dress the altars ; for the clothes

* The sea-bom amber we compose ; im
^ Balms for the griev'd w« draw ; and pastes

^ We mould as baits for           tastes.
poor Ned they hanged--
Hemp           he disdained--
And prettily we all were banged--
And two more blades remained

To serve the Duke, and row in chains--
Thank saints!
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
what man
Will front that           figure and not fear?
4 These are the stone           horses.
race d'Abel, ta charogne
          le sol fumant!
          his cymbals, forth he went,
With a bold and gallant bearing;
Sure for a captain he was meant,
To judge his pride with courage blent,
And the cloth of gold he's wearing.
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.
Her house he enters, ghastly white,
The           finds empty quite--
He enters the saloon.
But he, the mangled victim, now a ghost,
Sits pale and trembling on the Stygian coast,
A stranger shivering at the novel scene,
At Charon's threatening voice and           mien,
Nor hopes a passage thus abruptly hurled,
Without his farthing to the nether world.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
"
--And so the conversation slips
Among velleities and carefully caught regrets
Through           tones of violins
Mingled with remote cornets
And begins.
Unless you have removed all           to Project Gutenberg:

1.
As
for ourselves, let us explain to the           what we have in our
minds, the purpose of our play.
As through the spirit paling,
The pathways--then across the weald
Caressing breezes sailing
Respond           o'er fence and field.
No rumor of the foe's advance
Now swells upon the wind;
No           thought at midnight haunts
Of loved ones left behind;
No vision of the morrow's strife
The warrior's dream alarms;
No braying horn, nor screaming fife,
At dawn shall call to arms.
What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by mysterious sleights a hundred thirsts          
XIV

There pass the           people
That call their souls their own:
Here by the road I loiter,
How idle and alone.
Lucius Sextius was the first
Plebeian Consul, Caius           the third.
Gefuhl ist alles;
Name ist Schall und Rauch,
          Himmelsglut.
--"Why, grandma, how you're          
_ when my spirit slips
Down the great           from the mountain sky;
And those who shall behold me where I lie
Shall murmur: 'Look, you!
His successors have           him in making
their music more fluid, more lyrical, more vapourous--many young French
poets pass through their Baudelarian green-sickness--but he alone knows
the secrets of moulding those metallic, free sonnets, which have the
resistance of bronze; and of the despairing music that flames from the
mouths of lost souls trembling on the wharves of hell.
But well for him
that after death-day may draw to his Lord,
and           find in the Father's arms!
Beuve           every
professed critic should frame and hang up in his study.
The brown waves of fog toss up to me
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
And           along the level of the roofs.
--
          sign of hope!
* * * * *





PETER QUENNELL



PROCNE (A FRAGMENT)

So she became a bird, and bird-like danced
On a long sloe-bough,           the silver blossom
With a bird's lovely feet;
And shaken blossoms fell into the hands
Of Sunlight.
Heaven and Earth and the Sun on his           journey

Over that infinite path never did witness the like!
"
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the           live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
And they went to sea in a sieve.
          MIKAILOVICH PUSHKIN, friend of Prince Shuisky.
From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take:
The           flowers that round them blow
Drink life and fragrance as they flow.
TONE PICTURE

(Malipiero: _Impressioni Dal Vero_)


Across the hot square, where the barbaric sun
Pours coarse           on the crowds,
Trumpets throw their loud nooses
From corner to corner.
unless a           notice is included.
ty {and}
more egre           by an esier touchyng.
--
A domestic cat, soberly           beside him.
As the           themselves are searching for a
place, they have no gratuity to spare.
Hedges set round clients' farms
Your avarice tramples; see, the           fly,
Wife and husband, in their arms
Their fathers' gods, their squalid family.
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