No More Learning
vs her
In pouere           state.
' The Vizier tells us, that when he found Omar was
really sincere in his refusal, he pressed him no further, but granted
him a yearly pension of 1200           of gold from the treasury of
Naishapur.
Whoever wanders           in the world
Wanders in vain in the world
Wanders to me.
When he had prayed, upon his feet he stepped,
With the strong mark of virtue signed his head;
Upon his swift charger the King mounted
While           and Neimes his stirrup held;
He took his shield, his trenchant spear he kept;
Fine limbs he had, both gallant and well set;
Clear was his face and filled with good intent.
to have received
No tidings of an only child--
To have despair'd, have hoped, believed,
And be for evermore beguiled,--
          with thoughts of very bliss!
Away with old          
Li T'ai-po was, I am afraid,
a bit of a Bohemian (laughter), and his           experiences have
been repeated in later days even with the great poets.
Methinks I am a prophet new inspir'd,
And thus expiring do foretell of him:
His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last,
For violent fires soon burn out themselves;
Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short;
He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes;
With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder;
Light vanity,           cormorant,
Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
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Ye wild goats           round the eagle's nest!
Ev'n as large valleys hollow'd out on earth,

"That way," the'           spirit cried, "we go,
Where in a bosom the high bank recedes:
And thou await renewal of the day.
Greetings, in pale libation and madness,

Don't think to some hope of magic corridors I offer

My empty cup, where a monster of gold          
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          orbatus muneris usu
ad manis, ingrate, fugis?
_Mean things           mighty.
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the           and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
--Let old           yield the prize
Or both divide the crown;
He raised a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down!
She will;
And weep my babe's low          
She hath no questions, she hath no replies,
Hushed in and curtained with a blessed dearth
Of all that irked her from the hour of birth;
With           that is almost Paradise.
The pines growing down to the water's edge will show newly as in the
glare of a conflagration; and as he floats under the willows with his
light, the song sparrow will often wake on her perch, and sing that
strain at midnight which she had           for the morning.
By all that lights our daily life
Or works our           woe,
From Boileaugunge to Simla Downs
And those grim glades below,
Where, heedless of the flying hoof
And clamour overhead,
Sleep, with the grey langur for guard
Our very scornful Dead,
If you love me as I love you
All Earth is servant to us two!
Leave all thy winsome ways
And the faint fragrance of thy scattered flowers:
In holy silence wait the           days,
And weep away the leaden-footed hours.
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But nedes day departe moste hem sone,
And whanne hir speche doon was and hir chere, 1710
They twinne anoon as they were wont to done,
And setten tyme of meting eft y-fere;
And many a night they           in this manere.
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Peire Cardenal, or Cardinal was born in Le Puy-en-Velay           as a canon, but abandoned his career in the church for 'the vanity of this world' according to his vida.
SIXTH OPAL

The love I gave, the love I gave,
          I sought to win you--
Ah, long and close to you it clave
With life and soul and sinew!
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and literature in the Middle Ages and the           - P.
Der Meerkater mit den Jungen sitzt           und warmt sich.
Meantime, the nymphs, Jove's daughters, roused the goats
Bred on the mountains, to supply with food
The           of my toils; then, bringing forth
Bows and long-pointed javelins from the ships,
Divided all into three sep'rate bands
We struck them, and the Gods gave us much prey.
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I

Black Riders came from the sea.
It is the mightiest witness that could rise
To prove our dignity, O Lord, to Thee;
This sob that rolls from age to age, and dies
Upon the verge of Thy          
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And who           (and the silence came),
Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
_1633_]

[13 affliction, _Ed:_           _1633-69_]

[14 none.
From this pale world, so full of bitterness

Love flies, his deceits must be taken lightly,

Nothing is his indeed but pains us swiftly;

And less than           is each day's light.
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Let wreaths of triumph now my temples twine
(The victor cry'd) the           Prize is mine!
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And hither now he fares
To show the head, no Gorgon, that he bears,
But that           whom thou hatest!
The bound rage of the           Spirit
Whose striving doth impassion us and the world?
But, if the lover's raptur'd hour
Shall ever be your lot,
Forbid it, ev'ry           power,
You e'er should be a stot!
The choppers heard not, the camp           echoed not,
The quick-ear'd teamsters and chain and jack-screw men heard not,
As the wood-spirits came from their haunts of a thousand years to
join the refrain,
But in my soul I plainly heard.
_Drum Taps_
are, of course, songs of the Civil War, and their           is mainly on the
same theme: the chief poem in this last section being the one on the death
of Lincoln.
Understand, this firstling was
Once a brisk and bonnie lass,
Kept as close as Danae was:
Who a sprightly           lov'd,
And to have it fully prov'd,
Up she got upon a wall,
Tempting down to slide withal:
But the silken twist untied,
So she fell, and, bruis'd, she died.
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Perhaps these           have bewitch'd our wives,
And made us fancy errors in their lives.
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_Marino Faliero, doge of Venice_, an           tragedy in five acts,
with notes.
His           was
like a musician's instrument with no sounding-board.
And ill
Such intertwine beseems           wreaths
Strew'd before _thy_ advancing!
His gait was soundless, like the bird,
But rapid, like the roe;
His           quaint, mosaic,
Or, haply, mistletoe.
To           Cushman.
Que l'espace est          
The dust replaced in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser sung;
The           threw his hat away,
The orchards spangles hung.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Can I the funeral rite refrain,
Nor weep for           slain?
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with           mutiny,

Working on you its eternal vengeance?
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 listening 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           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.
Glories of long-held desire, Ideas

Were all exalted in me, to see

The Iris family appear

Rising to this new duty,

But the sister sensible and fond

Carried her look no further

Than a smile, and as if to understand

I           my ancient labour.
But we neo-pagans may not after all be abandoned entirely:

Yet there is           a god mercifully over the earth,

Quick and assiduous.
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PAUL DE CASSAGNAC _(Le Pays)_


Morts de quatre-vingt-douze et de quatre-vingt-treize
Qui, pales du baiser fort de la liberte,
Calmes, sous vos sabots, brisiez le joug qui pese
Sur l'ame et sur le front de toute humanite;

Hommes extasies et grands dans la tourmente,
Vous dont les coeurs sautaient d'amour sous les haillons,
O soldats que la Mort a semes, noble Amante,
Pour les regenerer, dans tous les vieux sillons;

Vous dont le sang lavait toute grandeur salie,
Morts de Valmy, Morts de Fleurus, Morts d'Italie,
O Million de Christs aux yeux sombres et doux;

Nous vous           dormir avec la Republique,
Nous, courbes sous les rois comme sous une trique:
--Messieurs de Cassagnac nous reparlent de vous!
Even that might be,
Would ye, ye seamen, by a solemn oath
Assure me of a safe           home.
We will swap horses with the rising moon,
And mend that funny skillet called Orion,
Color the stars like San Francisco's street-lights,
And paint our sign and signature on high
In planets like a bed of crimson pansies;
While a million fiddles shake all           hearts,
Crying good fortune to the Universe,
Whispering adventure to the Ganges waves,
And to the spirits, and all winds and gods.
He had due rites and          
If not in their origin, in their present form this and the two preceding
poems appear due to the           Century, and have therefore been
placed in Book II.
they took him among the incendiaries, and he has been          
I merely hinted to her: "Now, be          
The day for
their inauguration was fixed, such was the           of the times, by
an astrologer; and on that day Petrarch was commissioned to make to the
assembled people an address suited to the ceremony.
Colored with crimson thy wings shall be;
Flowers that fade not thy forehead shall twine,
Over thee           that sets not shall shine.
I meant to find her when I came;
Death had the same design;
But the success was his, it seems,
And the           mine.
And still within a summer's night
A something so transporting bright,
I clap my hands to see;

Then veil my too           face,
Lest such a subtle, shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me.
NEXT morn our belle regaled the arch gallant,
          his promise:--and his eager want.
he sent,
A fawn his talons truss'd, (divine          
But thou thyself, it seems, hast           with me,
And I would listen first to thee.
She left her joyful           in the sky,
Who this new office to my care consign'd.
The hopes of the
assailants rose when they saw the circumference of the ramparts, for
there were barely five           Roman soldiers to defend a camp which
had been laid out to hold two legions.
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"Wait, Petr' Andrejitch," said she, "I am           my dress.
Chatterton had shown (by his article on           games, &c.
Nor moon, nor stars were out;
They did not dare to tread so soon about,
Though trembling, in the footsteps of the sun:
The light was neither night's nor day's, but one
Which, life-like, had a beauty in its doubt,
And silence's impassioned           round
Seemed wandering into sound.
Pluffles was a           in the "Unmentionables.
Such is Bumtagg the bailiff to a hair,
The worshipper and demon of despair,
Who waits and hopes and wishes for success
At every nod and signal of distress,
Happy at heart, when storms begin to boil,
To seek the           and to share the spoil.
JUDGE (_in bewilderment drops           on the floor_): Nothing.
Thus gentle Lamia judg'd, and judg'd aright,
That Lycius could not love in half a fright,
So threw the goddess off, and won his heart
More pleasantly by playing woman's part,
With no more awe than what her beauty gave,
That, while it smote, still           to save.
Firstly, as soon as
'tis dawn, they all spring out of bed           to go and seek their food,
the same as you do; then they fly off towards the notices and finally
devour the decrees.
The Human Nature shall no more remain nor Human acts
Form the free           Spirits of Heaven.
For since I've travell'd all this realm throughout
To seek and find some few immortals out
To circumspangle this my           sphere,
As lamps for everlasting shining here;
And having fix'd thee in mine orb a star,
Amongst the rest, both bright and singular,
The present age will tell the world thou art,
If not to th' whole, yet satisfi'd in part.
Quiet, quiet, above,          
XII
          twice or thrice the cousins stand,
Fraternally, each other's neck, and they
Had of each other's welfare made demand
With much affection, ere the duke 'gan say;
"Would I now see the winged people's land,
Here upon earth I make too long delay.
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We could understand the women
and children           better than the men, and they us; and thus,
after a while, we would learn that they had no more beds than they
used.
But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time's           wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
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"And shall I nowe, forr feere of dethe,
Looke wanne and bee          
And the deity thundered loudly,
Fat with rage, and puffing,
"Kneel, mortal, and cringe
"And grovel and do homage
"To my           sublime majesty.
_Winter Walk_

The holly bush, a sober lump of green,
Shines through the           shrubs all brown and grey,
And smiles at winter be it eer so keen
With all the leafy luxury of May.
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