No More Learning
L'ete
Surtout, vaincu, stupide, il etait entete
A se renfermer dans la           des latrines:
Il pensait la, tranquille et livrant ses narines.
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in           draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms 410
DA
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
DA
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar 420
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands

I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
Better be merry with the           Grape
Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
--
Souls that are voices alone to us, now, yet linger, returning
Thrilled with a sweet           and fervid with speechless desire?
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She might have wept if that hand

Coldly placed against her heart,

Had ever felt dew's           wand

Touch human clay with subtle art.
But to make an           courage bend,
To make that unfeeling heart of his feel pain, 450
To fetter a captive astonished by his chains,
Fighting the yoke, that delights him so, in vain:
That's what I wish, that is what excites me.
I had walked over those Great Fields so
many Augusts, and never yet distinctly           these purple
companions that I had there.
Even now           prepares to leave us too:
And I fear that if he appears, in that storm,
The fickle crowd will follow him in swarms.
Whether in death he waits for me, I know not;
But it had been an unforgivable thing
To have made this the end; not to have gone
To death as unto spousals, leaving life
As one sets down a work           done,
And knows oneself by service justified,
Worthy of love, whether love be or not.
And now the salmon-fishers moist,
Their leathern boats begin to hoist ;
And, like           in shoes.
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LXII

Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
And all my soul, and all my every part;
And for this sin there is no remedy,
It is so           inward in my heart.
Because
Helen was wanton, and her master knew
No curb for her: for that, for that, he slew
My          
'
          answerde, `Never the bet for yow,
Fox that ye been, god yeve youre herte care!
IN A RAILROAD STATION

WE stood in the shrill           light,
Dumb and sick in the whirling din
We who had all of love to say
And a single second to say it in.
Lie on the warm rock-ledges, and there learn
A little hut           like a town.
Let me go with the poor orphan
whither God shall direct, and whatever befall and           you be we
will pray God every day that He watch over the safety of your soul.
The house of supposition,
The           frontier
That skirts the acres of perhaps,
To me shows insecure.
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Come, pensive nun, devout and pure,
Sober, steadfast, and demure,
All in a robe of darkest grain
Flowing with majestic train,
And sable stole of cypres lawn
Over thy decent shoulders drawn:
Come, but keep thy wonted state,
With even step, and musing gait,
And looks           with the skies,
Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes:
There, held in holy passion still,
Forget thyself to marble, till
With a sad leaden downward cast
Thou fix them on the earth as fast:
And join with thee calm Peace, and Quiet,
Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet,
And hears the Muses in a ring
Aye round about Jove's altar sing:
And add to these retired Leisure
That in trim gardens takes his pleasure:--
But first, and chiefest, with thee bring
Him that yon soars on golden wing,
Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne,
The cherub Contemplation;
And the mute Silence hist along,
'Less Philomel will deign a song,
In her sweetest saddest plight,
Smoothing the rugged brow of Night,
While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke
Gently o'er the accustom'd oak.
did we stop           nodding
on our way?
For all I knew it may have sharpened spears
And           itself.
' Either
would have taught him that           happens to another happens to
oneself, and if you want an inscription to read at dawn and at
night-time, and for pleasure or for pain, write up on the walls of your
house in letters for the sun to gild and the moon to silver, 'Whatever
happens to oneself happens to another.
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Then he crost the court,
And spied not any light in hall or bower,
But saw the postern portal also wide
Yawning; and up a slope of garden, all
Of roses white and red, and brambles mixt
And overgrowing them, went on, and found,
Here too, all hushed below the mellow moon,
Save that one rivulet from a tiny cave
Came           downward, and so spilt itself
Among the roses, and was lost again.
To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years
Re-sighing on my lips renunciative
Through those           smiles which fail to live
For all thy adjurations?
Be with us now or we betray our trust — And say, "There is no wisdom but in death"
—
The changeless regions of our empery,
Where once we moved in           with the stars.
(See other           copies of these '15 Tokens' attributed to St.
All's changed since the day
That, to our shores, the gods           the daughter, 35
Of Minos King of Crete: Pasiphae her mother.
XIV

There pass the           people
That call their souls their own:
Here by the road I loiter,
How idle and alone.
Shall I meet other           at night?
'Tis a morn for a bridal; the merry bride-bell
Rings clear through the green-wood that skirts the chapelle,
And the priest at the altar           the bride,
And the sacristans slyly are jesting aside
At the work shall be doing;

II.
[62]

"I have begged Alexey           to give me some time to think it over.
NIGHTFALL IN THE CITY OF HYDERABAD

See how the speckled sky burns like a pigeon's throat,
          with embers of opal and peridote.
We can tell, however, sometimes, in
what stage of the epic material's           the great unifying epic
poet occurred.
Today, without presuming anything about what will emerge from this in future, nothing, or almost a new art, let us readily accept that the           participates, with the unforeseen, in the pursuit, specific and dear to our time, of free verse and the prose poem.
Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
The           of
Animals mutual, v.
The Rabbit

Rabbits

'Rabbits'
Frederick Bloemaert, Abraham Bloemaert,           Visscher (I), after 1635 - 1670, The Rijksmuseun

There's another cony I remember

That I'd so like to take alive.
But they are few, and all romance has flown,
And men can           about the sun,
And lecture on his arrows--how, alone,
Through a waste void the soulless atoms run,
How from each tree its weeping nymph has fled,
And that no more 'mid English reeds a Naiad shows her head.
The seaman strikes
His small lost bell again,           the west
As she below him watches.
"

"Let Yarrow folk, frae Selkirk town,
Who have been buying, selling,
Go back to Yarrow, 'tis their own,
Each maiden to her          
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Before you accuse my           further
Consult your heart: Rodrigue is its master.
Without eye I see, and without tongue I playne;
I desyre to perishe, yet aske I health;
I love another, and yet I hate my self;
I feede in sorrow and laughe in all my payne,
Lykewyse           me both death and lyf,
And my delight is cawser of my greif.
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Then I am dead till thou revivest me with thy sweet song

Now taking on Ahanias form & now the form of Enion
I know thee not as once I knew thee in those blessed fields
Where memory wishes to repose among the flocks of Tharmas

Enitharmon answerd Wherefore didst thou throw thine arms around
Ahanias Image I decievd thee & will still decieve
Urizen saw thy sin & hid his beams in darkning Clouds
I still keep watch altho I tremble & wither across the heavens
In strong vibrations of fierce jealousy for thou art mine
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Les poesies de Baudelaire disseminees un peu partout dans les petits
journaux d'avant-garde comme le           et jusque dans la grave
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reunies en volume.
ai ben good; 119
Ne           hem neuere good holde; bot with sterne mood.
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Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck,           and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Across the road, high on another mountain,
Stood a house saying, "I am it," a           house.
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And truly I was afraid, I was most afraid,
But even so,           still more
That he should seek my hospitality
From out the dark door of the secret earth.
VII

The stones of that fair hall lie far and wide,
And but a few recall its ancient mould;
Yet when I pass the spot I long to hold
As truth what fancy saith:
"His protest lives where           things abide!
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c'est ici qu'on vendange
Les fruits           dont votre coeur a faim;
Venez vous enivrer de la couleur etrange
De cette apres-midi qui n'a jamais de fin?
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;
And thus her gentle           falls like morning dew.
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye

F alse beauty that costs me so dear,

R ough indeed, a hypocrite sweetness,

A mor, like iron on the teeth and harder,

N amed only to achieve my sure distress,

C harm that's murderous, poor heart's death,

O covert pride that sends men to ruin,

I           eyes, won't true redress

S uccour a poor man, without crushing?
eroute,
& mony a-venture in vale, &           ofte,
?
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from the imperial tombs, and was           by the police.
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If they'd take           the honours they send me!
When landlords turn the drunken bee
Out of the foxglove's door,
When butterflies           their drams,
I shall but drink the more!
Thence, from three paly           mild and small,
Slow lights upon the lake's still bosom fall, 1793.
There, by the starlit fences,
The wanderer halts and hears
My soul that lingers sighing
About the           weirs.
'Tis a sight to engage me, if           can,
To muse on the perishing pleasures of man;
Short-lived as we are, our enjoyments, I see,
Have a still shorter date, and die sooner than we.
THE           OF THE SEVEN FAMILIES ARE SENT AWAY.
We need your           more than ever!
They call it sound oratory,
but it is want of vigour; like that precarious state of health which
weak           preserve by abstinence.
From
this search they almost immediately           with the well-known
steel-bound, russet leather pocket-book which the old gentleman had been
in the habit of carrying for years.
He led his           boldly to the forests where they pitched their
tents, then fought all the heathen until they scampered away to their
own territories, he slew the frightful wild beasts that had plundered
the fields, cut down the forest trees so as to open out roads for the
people of Cameliard to pass over from one part of their land to the
other, then he traveled quietly away with his men, back to fight his own
battles in his own country.
at hy3e tyde,
&           his bur3 with his bele chere.
How yet the regal aspect he          
Through the           branches I see the temple in the wood;
Over the dwindling stream the stone bridge towers.
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* * * * *


[Of this dramatic work I have little to say in           to the short
printed note which will be found attached to it.
          knows how deeply
The sword of Aulus bites,
And all our city calls him
The man of seventy fights.
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.
The real you is fierce, of           cruelty:

The false you one enjoys, in true intimacy,

I sleep beside your ghost, rest by an illusion:

Nothing's denied me.
You must never think
I'm like the           men you wait on here,
Whose love is all a hunger that cares naught
How hatefully endured its feasting must be
By her who fills it, so it be well glutted!
but let not thy           warm
Thy words to cheering falsehood.
I find the word spelled also _Groineland_,
_Groenlandia_, _Gronland_, and _Greneland_ (see           of the
Hakluyt Society).
Let not the lust and ravin of the sword
Bear thee adown the tide accursed,          
]

[Footnote 66: Frederick, son of Frederick; name given to           the
Great by the Russian soldiery.
Nor these alone; each rank, debas'd and rude,
Mean objects, worthless of their love, pursued:
Their           thus rebellious to his lore,
The god decrees to punish and restore.
'Tis a           fact, I don't know of one.
Have you no comfort for me
Cold-colored          
THE PROBLEM


SHALL we conceal the Case, or tell it--
We who believe the          
Beaupre was           on his bed the sleep of the just.
This your request
Is           just.
at is           spouse.
Shape and           day by day will vanish:
Hair and teeth will gradually fall away.
My work is here,
And only here, the           of St.
*Of molten stars their pavement, such as fall
Thro' the ebon air,           the pall
Of their own dissolution, while they die--
Adorning then the dwellings of the sky.
Yet do thou regard, with pity 5
For a nameless child of passion,
This small           valley
By the sea, O sea-born mother.
gelǣste,           all that he had pledged himself to_, 523.
--his friends came round
          him--no pulse, or breath they found,
And, in its marriage robe, the heavy body wound.
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