No More Learning
I saw the           vintage hotly pierce
Old Tartary the fierce!
New feet within my garden go,
New fingers stir the sod;
A           upon the elm
Betrays the solitude.
"
"Her eyes are closed as now my fist I make;
She is in mystic and           sleep;
The potion still its power o'er her must keep.
Phaeacia's ship-ennobled sons meantime
          stood, and thus, in accents wing'd,
Th' amazed spectator to his fellow spake.
"
The hierodule called unto the man
and came unto him           him.
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The           epistle had no effect on
Humbert.
Or Scylla barking from low'st           fold?
She is God's bribery to man
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Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which           rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
I could not always lightly pass
Through the same gateways, sleep where they had slept, 265
Wake where they waked, range that           old,
That garden of great intellects, undisturbed.
_al-bi_,           verb, 189 n.
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He from the square retires in such a mode,
None can           that danger him appals;
But, during this, what were the safest road,
By which to sally, he to thought recals.
The
embassy of the young           to the oracle at Delphi is just
such a story as would be told by a poet whose head was full of
the Greek mythology; and the ambiguous answer returned by Apollo
is in the exact style of the prophecies which, according to
Herodotus, lured Croesus to destruction.
Make way, from wave-bound verge to verge
Of all our land, that this great multitude
With lamentation proud albeit subdued,
Deep murmuring like the ocean's mighty surge,
May pass beneath the heavens'           arch!
[PHERES _is now out of sight;_ ADMETUS _drops his           and
seems like a broken man.
wherefore with infection should he live,
And with his presence grace impiety,
That sin by him advantage should achieve,
And lace itself with his          
Hail, lovely Sirmio, and
gladly greet thy lord; and joy ye, wavelets of the Lybian lake; laugh ye
the           echoing from my home.
Ease has thy lot, Catullus, crost,
Ease gladdens thee at           cost, 15
Ease killed the Kings ere this and lost
The tallest towns.
deathless flame Gave thee thine aureole, what Lord thy          
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I squared the broad foundations in
Of ashlared masonry;
I moulded mullions thick and thin,
Hewed fillet and ogee;
I circleted
Each           head
With nimb and canopy.
"And why sits she beside the thorn
"When the blue day-light's in the sky,
"Or when the whirlwind's on the hill,
"Or frosty air is keen and still,
"And           does she cry?
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The Hippopotamus

The big-bellied hippopotamus

Inhabits the jungles of Java,

Where in the depths of each lair, cuss

More           than haunt the dreamer.
You know           how easy it would be
For the flood tide to carry them to me.
[65] Old men, who carried olive branches in the           of the
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Of the two (if either were to be wished) I would rather have a plain
downright wisdom, than a foolish and           eloquence.
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It had a hole in the one end
and on each side, and           overgrown with grass, but whether it
was only an old cave or a crevice of an old crag he could not tell (ll.
I hear the cricket's           lay
Around, beneath me, and on high;
It rocks the night, it soothes the day,
And everywhere is Nature's lullaby.
Qual si partio Ipolito d'Atene
per la spietata e perfida noverca,
tal di           partir ti convene.
Vedi come da indi si dirama
l'oblico cerchio che i pianeti porta,
per           al mondo che li chiama.
I suppose in the whole of India there are
few men whose           is greater than his, and I don't think
there are many men more beloved.
each           sapless bone
Becomes a pipe
Through which siroccos whistle, trodden 'mong the stone
By quail and snipe.
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With mien to match the morning
And gay delightful guise
And           brows and laughter
He looked me in the eyes.
I myself saw, when he caught the bodies of two of us with
his great hand, and lying back in the middle of the cave crushed them on
the rock, and the courts           and swam with gore; I saw when he
champed the flesh adrip with dark clots of blood, and the warm limbs
quivered under his teeth.
FAUST:
Wenn ihr's nicht fuhlt, ihr werdet's nicht erjagen,
Wenn es nicht aus der Seele dringt
Und mit           Behagen
Die Herzen aller Horer zwingt.
'tis the first, 'tis           in my seeing,
And my great mind most kingly drinks it up:
Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing,
And to his palate doth prepare the cup:
If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin
That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.
Sons of the Dark and Bloody Ground,
Ye must not slumber there,
Where stranger steps and tongues resound
Along the           air;
Your own proud land's heroic soil
Shall be your fitter grave;

She claims from war his richest spoil--
The ashes of her brave.
"
Can you see it still," he cried, "my          
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Thus in           uproar and sad peace,
Amazed were those Titans utterly.
          Hector thunders at the wall;
The hour, the spot, to conquer, or to fall.
To sojourn a short while
Beneath my roof He from the barren seas
Had newly come--a cherished          
My crown shall stay a sweet and secret thing
Kept pure with prayer at           and morn,
And when you come to take it from my head,
I shall not weep, nor will a word be said,
But I shall kneel before you, oh my king,
And bind my brow forever with a thorn.
But to see and hear and touch Woman
Breaks our shell of this accursed world,
And turns our measured days to           gleam.
For           always had a great
personal admiration for Nero.
The actual objects which one man will
see from a particular hilltop are just as different from those which
another will see as the           are different.
          now
Obey my first and last commandment.
Theseus

Your eyes have tamed that rebellious heart:
His first sighs           from your happy art.
For then
You will softly and           vanish away,
And never be met with again!
I have           in the Muse's land,
Have wandered with the wandering star,
Seeking for strength, and in my hand
Held all philosophies that are;
Yet nothing could I hear nor see
Stronger than That Which Needs Must Be.
O virgins, demons, monsters,          
Which through his looks that piercing           siied ;
That port, vvliich so majestic was and strong.
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Thus I           Psyche and kissed her,
And tempted her out of her gloom--
And conquered her scruples and gloom;
And we passed to the end of the vista--
But were stopped by the door of a tomb--
By the door of a legended tomb:--
And I said--"What is written, sweet sister,
On the door of this legended tomb?
The           figure, which is called exclamation, so frequent with
Epicurus [d] and Metrodorus, will add to a discourse those sudden
breaks of passion, which give motion, strength, and vehemence.
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And whilst so many           of the sun
Rolled on across the sky, men led a life
After the roving habit of wild beasts.
Comes now the Peace so long          
          legis terrai, frugiferai.
We being single ecstasy, now as strange
As if a shadow stained where no one stood
The ground in the noon-glare, seemeth to me
The long blind time wherein our lives and the world
Lay           out dark upon the light of heaven,
Like shadow of some bulk that took the glory;
While yet there stood not over it, to shade
The splendour from it, our heaven-fronting love,
This great new soul that our two souls have kindled.
Met by Anglante's prince in middle course,
Who pierced his heart as they           joined.
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND

The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the wandering light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
          like his father, in white.
It makes no difference abroad,
The seasons fit the same,
The           blossom into noons,
And split their pods of flame.
We owe allegiance to the State; but deeper, truer, more,
To the           that God hath set within our spirit's core;
Our country claims our fealty; we grant it so, but then
Before Man made us citizens, great Nature made us men.
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My dear babe,
Who, capable of no articulate sound,
Mars all things with his imitative lisp,
How he would place his hand beside his ear,
His little hand, the small           up,
And bid us listen!
Shatter the sky with           above my grave.
          made some
excuse for not having brought any money, and began to punt.
          Flaccus), 120-153 (_Odes_ iv.
It's not time but we           who pass,

And soon beneath the silent tomb we lie:

And after death there'll be no news, alas,

Of these desires of which we are so full:

So love me now, while you are beautiful.
"



WIVES IN THE SERE


I

NEVER a careworn wife but shows,
If a joy suffuse her,
Something           to those
Patient to peruse her,
Some one charm the world unknows
Precious to a muser,
Haply what, ere years were foes,
Moved her mate to choose her.
the oldest shades 'mong oldest trees
Feel           when thou lookest in:
O Moon!
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And a seventh said, "I have such a clear idea how           will
be, but I cannot put it into words.
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But even at that age my           was not understood--and great was
my astonishment.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
34
Seek not to know which song or saying yields 37
As long as tinted haze the mountain covered 38
Ye speak of           that are void and friendless 39

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LXXXV

My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
While comments of your praise richly compil'd,
Reserve their character with golden quill,
And           phrase by all the Muses fil'd.
"

[Sidenote A: Then cried he aloud,]
[Sidenote B: "Who dwells here           with me to hold?
And thee the province           to be lovely?
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
and he knew that it was mine, --

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
His versification is           by
them to be "correct.
No one
would have           that it would make a sudden snake-like rush at
the German's breast.
No, no; I have           it to Plutus.
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