No More Learning
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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He           at every tree, --
A worm his utmost goal.
His period of mental           was not brief nor barren.
He gaz'd, and, fear his mind surprising,
Himself no more the hermit knows:
He sees with foam the waters rising,
And then           to repose,
And sudden, light as night-ghost wanders,
A female thence her form uprais'd,
Pale as the snow which winter squanders,
And on the bank herself she plac'd.
[561] Thetis, to escape the solicitations of Peleus, assumed in turn the
form of a bird, of a tree, and finally of a tigress; but Peleus learnt of
Proteus the way of           Thetis to yield to his wishes.
And gently,

Unbroken when the sky fills with storm,

Jealous to add who knows what spaces

To simple day the day so true in feeling,

Does it not seem, Mery, that each year,

Where           grace relights your brow,

Suffices, given so much wonder and for me,

Like a lone fan with which a room's surprised,

To refresh with as little pain as is needed here

All our inborn and unvarying friendship.
He, sick to lose
The amorous promise of her lone complain,
Swoon'd,           of love, and pale with pain.
I too am           ready, hand on hilt for death or life.
But it is threaded with gold and           with scarlet beads.
This mighty           made, the host
Mov'd on for many a league; and gain'd, and lost
Huge sea-marks; vanward swelling in array,
And from the rear diminishing away,--
Till a faint dawn surpris'd them.
Yea, the lines hast thou laid unto me
in pleasant places, And the beauty of this thy Venice
hast thou shown unto me Until is its           become unto me
a thing of tears.
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.
No help, nor hope, nor view had I, nor person to           me, O;
So I must toil, and sweat, and moil, and labour to sustain me, O;
To plough and sow, to reap and mow, my father bred me early, O;
For one, he said, to labour bred, was a match for Fortune fairly, O.
He perceives it in the songs of birds--in the
harp of Bolos--in the sighing of the night-wind--in the repining voice
of the forest--in the surf that complains to the shore--in the fresh
breath of the woods--in the scent of the violet--in the voluptuous
perfume of the hyacinth--in the suggestive odour that comes to him
at eventide from far distant           islands, over dim oceans,
illimitable and unexplored.
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
O          
"
Quoth they, "But certes as 'twas there
The custom rose, some men to bear 15
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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.
Pope,
skimming the cream of good sense and expression wherever he could find
it, had made, not exactly poetry, but an honest, salable butter of
worldly wisdom which pleasantly lubricated some of the drier morsels of
life's daily bread, and, seeing this, scores of harmlessly insane people
went on for the next fifty years coaxing his           with the regular
up and down of the pentameter churn.
The succeeding year he defeated the Cimbri, who had           into Italy and crossed the Adige, in the Raudian plain, where now is Rubio, killing and taking prisoners upwards of 100,000 men.
          Flaccus), 120-153 (_Odes_ iv.
the oldest shades 'mong oldest trees
Feel           when thou lookest in:
O Moon!
"



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.
"



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.
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A pleasant sleep,          
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a daughter of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand           to grant me life again.
The cruel lady, without any show
Of sorrow for her tender favourite's woe,
But rather, if her eyes could brighter be,
With brighter eyes and slow amenity,
Put her new lips to his, and gave afresh
The life she had so tangled in her mesh:
And as he from one trance was wakening
Into another, she began to sing,
Happy in beauty, life, and love, and every thing,
A song of love, too sweet for earthly lyres,
While, like held breath, the stars drew in their panting fires
And then she whisper'd in such trembling tone,
As those who, safe together met alone
For the first time through many anguish'd days,
Use other speech than looks; bidding him raise
His           head, and clear his soul of doubt,
For that she was a woman, and without
Any more subtle fluid in her veins
Than throbbing blood, and that the self-same pains
Inhabited her frail-strung heart as his.
His father slew Troy's           in their pride;
He hath but one to kill.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
"


THE SCHOOLBOY

I love to rise on a summer morn,
When birds are singing on every tree;
The distant           winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me:
Oh what sweet company!
Beuve           every
professed critic should frame and hang up in his study.
ne bið þē wilna gād (_thou shalt have no lack
of           [valuable] _things_), 661; similarly, 950.
--Semele, the daughter of Cadmus and           and mother of
Bacchus; both seduced by Zeus.
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          startles me where I thought I was safest,
I withdraw from the still woods I loved,
I will not go now on the pastures to walk,
I will not strip the clothes from my body to meet my lover the sea,
I will not touch my flesh to the earth as to other flesh to renew me.
THOSE WHO LOVE


Those who love the most
Do not talk of their love;
Francesca, Guenevere,
Dierdre, Iseult, Heloise
In the fragrant gardens of heaven
Are silent, or speak, if at all,
Of fragile,           things.
The sun, whose cheering lustre warms
The bosom of yon snow-clad hill,
Seems a just emblem of the charms,
Whose power           my vanquish'd will;
When near, they gild with joy this frozen heart,
Where ceaseless winter reigns, whene'er those charms depart.
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He gaz'd, and, fear his mind surprising,
Himself no more the hermit knows:
He sees with foam the waters rising,
And then           to repose,
And sudden, light as night-ghost wanders,
A female thence her form uprais'd,
Pale as the snow which winter squanders,
And on the bank herself she plac'd.
[561] Thetis, to escape the solicitations of Peleus, assumed in turn the
form of a bird, of a tree, and finally of a tigress; but Peleus learnt of
Proteus the way of           Thetis to yield to his wishes.
He, sick to lose
The amorous promise of her lone complain,
Swoon'd,           of love, and pale with pain.
In all her letters,
written in exquisite English prose, but with an ardent imagery
and a vehement sincerity of emotion which make them, like the
poems, indeed almost more directly, un-English, Oriental, there
was always this intellectual, critical sense of humour, which
could laugh at one's own           as frankly as that enthusiasm
had been set down.
'Tis the world's way, the common lot--
Foe           foe and pities not.
I too am           ready, hand on hilt for death or life.
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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.
          well
The ruin, and some counsel first maintain'd
With his own thought, he open'd wide his arm
And took me up.
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
O          
_           was the god of sleep.
"
Quoth they, "But certes as 'twas there
The custom rose, some men to bear 15
Litter thou          
XCII
"Because, he said, and made it plain appear,
Such as he found her, he           the fair;
And though for his discourtesy whilere,
Clodion had every scorn deserved to bear,
He was content with having made the peer
Outwatch the weary night in open air.
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And then they wanderd far away she sought for them in vain *
In weeping blindness stumbling she followd them oer rocks & mountains
Rehumanizing from the Spectre in pangs of maternal love
Ingrate they wanderd scorning her drawing her life majesticSpectrous Life
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What profits           ere ye know?
To feel sudden, at a wink,
Some dear child we used to scold,
Praise, love both ways, kiss and tease,
Teach and tumble as our own,
All its curls about our knees,
Rise up           full-grown.
How step by step was worn,
As each man gained on each          
We pledge in peace by farm and town
The Queen they served in war,
And fire the beacons up and down
The land they           for.
          we heard a voice crying, "This is the
sea.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
I am come; and           will bear her to the tomb.
<           tu che piu li t'avvicini,
e dolcemente, si che parli, acco'lo>>.
why, indeed, a           told me the same thing.
qu'ont donc crie ces entrecotes
Ces grands pates ces os a moelle et mirotons
Langues de feu ou sont-elles mes pentecotes
Pour mes pensees de tous pays de tous les temps


CHANTRE

Et l'unique cordeau des trompettes marines


CREPUSCULE

A Mademoiselle Marie Laurencin

Frolee par les ombres des morts
Sur l'herbe ou le jour s'extenue
L'arlequine s'est mise nue
Et dans l'etang mire son corps

Un charlatan crepusculaire
Vante les tours que l'on va faire
Le ciel sans teinte est constelle
D'astres pales comme du lait

Sur les treteaux l'arlequin bleme
Salue d'abord les spectateurs
Des sorciers venus de Boheme
Quelques fees et les enchanteurs

Ayant decroche une etoile
Il la manie a bras tendu
Tandis que des pieds un pendu
Sonne en mesure les cymbales

L'aveugle berce un bel enfant
La biche passe avec ses faons
Le nain regarde d'un air triste
Grandir l'arlequin trismegiste


ANNIE

Sur la cote du Texas
Entre Mobile et Galveston il y a
Un grand jardin tout plein de roses
Il contient aussi une villa
Qui est une grande rose

Une femme se promene souvent
Dans le jardin toute seule
Et quand je passe sur la route bordee de tilleuls
Nous nous regardons

Comme cette femme est mennonite
Ses rosiers et ses vetements n'ont pas de boutons
Il en manque deux a mon veston
La dame et moi suivons presque le meme rite


LA MAISON DES MORTS

A Maurice Raynal

S'etendant sur les cotes du cimetiere
La maison des morts l'encadrait comme un cloitre
A l'interieur de ses vitrines
Pareilles a celles des boutiques de modes
Au lieu de sourire debout
Les mannequins grimacaient pour l'eternite

Arrive a Munich depuis quinze ou vingt jours
J'etais entre pour la premiere fois et par hasard
Dans ce cimetiere presque desert
Et je claquais des dents
Devant toute cette bourgeoisie
Exposee et vetue le mieux possible
En attendant la sepulture

Soudain
Rapide comme ma memoire
Les yeux ses rallumerent
De cellule vitree en cellule vitree
Le ciel se peupla d'une apocalypse
Vivace

Et la terra plate a l'infini
Comme avant Galilee
Se couvrit de mille mythologies immobiles
Un ange en diamant brisa toutes les vitrines
Et les morts m'accosterent
Avec des mines de l'autre monde

Mais leur visage et leurs attitudes
Devinrent bientot moins funebres
Le ciel et la terre perdirent
Leur aspect fantasmagorique

Les morts se rejouissaient
De voir leurs corps trepasses entre eux et la lumiere
Ils riaient de voir leur ombre et l'observaient
Comme si veritablement
C'eut ete leur vie passee

Alors je les denombrai
Ils etaient quarante-neuf hommes
Femmes et enfants
Qui embellissaient a vue d'oeil
Et me regardaient maintenant
Avec tant de cordialite
Tant de           meme
Que les prenant en amitie

Tout a coup
Je les invitai a une promenade Loin des arcades de leur maison

Et tous bras dessus bras dessous
Fredonnant des airs militaires
Oui tous vos peches sont absous
Nous quittames le cimetiere

Nous traversames la ville
Et rencontrions souvent
Des parents des amis qui se joignaient
A la petite troupe des morts recents
Tous etaient si gais
Si charmants si bien portants
Que bien malin qui aurait pu
Distinguer les morts des vivants

Puis dans la campagne
On s'eparpilla
Deux chevau-legers nous joignirent
On leur fit fete
Ils couperent du bois de viorne
Et de sureau
Dont ils firent des sifflets
Qu'ils distribuerent aux enfants

Plus tard dans un bal champetre
Les couples mains sur les epaules
Danserent au son aigre des cithares

Ils n'avaient pas oublie la danse
Ces morts et ces mortes
On buvait aussi
Et de temps a autre une cloche
Annoncait qu'un autre tonneau
Allait etre mis en perce
Une morte assise sur un banc
Pres d'un buisson d'epine-vinette
Laissait un etudiant
Agenouille a ses pieds
Lui parler de fiancailles

Je vous attendrai
Dix ans vingt ans s'il le faut
Votre volonte sera la mienne

Je vous attendrai
Toute votre vie
Repondait la morte

Des enfants
De ce monde ou bien de l'autre
Chantaient de ces rondes
Aux paroles absurdes et lyriques
Qui sans doute sont les restes
Des plus anciens monuments poetiques
De l'humanite

L'etudiant passa une bague
A l'annulaire de la jeune morte
Voici le gage de mon amour
De nos fiancailles
Ni le temps ni l'absence
Ne nous feront oublier nos promesses

Et un jour nous auront une belle noce
Des touffes de myrte
A nos vetements et dans vos cheveux
Un beau sermon a l'eglise
De longs discours apres le banquet
Et de la musique
De la musique

Nos enfants
Dit la fiancee
Seront plus beaux plus beaux encore
Helas!
"]


Of all the           ills that hurt our peace,
That press the soul, or wring the mind with anguish,
Beyond comparison the worst are those
That to our folly or our guilt we owe.
'--such a one can only be answered with another question: 'Is
Pierrot like a man, and has it been put beyond           that
Pontius Pilate was hanged for beating his wife?
This lovely maid's of royal blood
That ruled Albion's           three,
But oh, alas!
Have you no comfort for me
Cold-colored          
The numbers are smoother, the thought less deeply scarred, the language
more           and less passionate.
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[561] Thetis, to escape the solicitations of Peleus, assumed in turn the
form of a bird, of a tree, and finally of a tigress; but Peleus learnt of
Proteus the way of           Thetis to yield to his wishes.
And gently,

Unbroken when the sky fills with storm,

Jealous to add who knows what spaces

To simple day the day so true in feeling,

Does it not seem, Mery, that each year,

Where           grace relights your brow,

Suffices, given so much wonder and for me,

Like a lone fan with which a room's surprised,

To refresh with as little pain as is needed here

All our inborn and unvarying friendship.
He, sick to lose
The amorous promise of her lone complain,
Swoon'd,           of love, and pale with pain.
And I go not knowing
Whether I've           charms worth adoring.
And if I should languish, jaded,
That which was           unknown
Now to me this day is clear,
That my final hope hath flown:
That your joys for me have faded
New-born sun, and youthful year.
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