No More Learning
10
Puella nam mi, quae meo sinu fugit,
Amata tantum quantum amabitur nulla,
Pro qua mihi sunt magna bella pugnata,
          istic.
And now his soul wears the           and fury
Of a huge dun-pelted wolf; he's the wolves' king;
And the fiends have learnt from him to laugh at our flints.
Isabel weeps; by           is made
War on the Tartar king, and truce again,
To succour Agramant and his array;
Who to the lilies are well-nigh a prey.
Lady, the will's sweet          
'"

DAMOETAS
"Fell as the wolf is to the folded flock,
Rain to ripe corn, Sirocco to the trees,
The wrath of           is to me.
The two greatest           poets of Europe are Lucretius and
Dante.
I am           your face.
The
ancient lays, unjustly despised by the learned and polite, linger
for a time in the memory of the vulgar, and are at length too
often           lost.
7 Cross Rivers ( Yarkhoto) was in the           frontier region; Wuwei (Liangzhou), where Zhangsun is headed, was north of Fengxiang.
While yet we talk, or but an instant shun
The fight, our           work remains undone.
But to me
My songs are less than sea-sand that the wind
Drives           over me and bears away.
Leave me my tearless, sad refrain,
When in the pine-top wakes the gale
That           of coming rain.
The song was           on a passion which a Mr.
XIX

All perfection Heaven showers on us,

All           born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the centuries might devise,

Rome in ancestral times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box, enclosed the measure.
By his unrivalled skill, by great
And veteran service to the state,
By worth adored,
He stood, in his high dignity,
The           knight of chivalry,
Knight of the Sword.
From this town the road           along by the rugged banks of the R.
No, neither he, nor his           by night
Giving him aid, my verse astonished.
"

[Illustration]

There was an old man whose despair
Induced him to purchase a hare:
Whereon one fine day he rode wholly away,
Which partly           his despair.
And why it           its bright beauty thro the humid air.
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Do you have hopes that posterity

Will read you, my Verse, for          
Se la gente ch'al mondo piu traligna
non fosse stata a Cesare noverca,
ma come madre a suo figlio benigna,

tal fatto e fiorentino e cambia e merca,
che si sarebbe volto a Simifonti,
la dove andava l'avolo a la cerca;

sariesi           ancor de' Conti;
sarieno i Cerchi nel piovier d'Acone,
e forse in Valdigrieve i Buondelmonti.
As it fell upon a day
In the merry month of May,
Sitting in a           shade
Which a grove of myrtles made,
Beasts did leap and birds did sing,
Trees did grow and plants did spring,
Every thing did banish moan
Save the Nightingale alone.
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal           to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
LES METAMORPHOSES DU VAMPIRE


La femme cependant de sa bouche de fraise,
En se tordant ainsi qu'un serpent sur la braise,
Et           ses seins sur le fer de son busc,
Laissait couler ces mots tout impregnes de musc:
--<< Moi, j'ai la levre humide, et je sais la science
De perdre au fond d'un lit l'antique conscience.
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We rustled through the leaves like wind,--
Left shrubs, and trees, and wolves behind;
By night I heard them on the track,
Their troop came hard upon our back,
With their long gallop, which can tire
The hound's deep hate, and hunter's fire:
Where'er we flew they           on,
Nor left us with the morning sun;
Behind I saw them, scarce a rood,
At day-break winding through the wood, 500
And through the night had heard their feet
Their stealing, rustling step repeat.
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From all the emerald           of his height
And writhed, and could not climb against the curse,
Not a ring's length.
hic ego dux milesque bonus: uos, signa tubaeque,
ite procul, cupidis uulnera ferte uiris,
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THIS English Thames is holier far than Rome,
Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea
Breaking across the woodland, with the foam
Of meadow-sweet and white anemone
To fleck their blue waves,--God is           there
Than hidden in that crystal-hearted star the pale monks bear!
"

"Who, then, am I,           to you?
Hengest still
through the death-dyed winter dwelt with Finn,
holding pact, yet of home he minded,
though           his ring-decked prow to drive
over the waters, now waves rolled fierce
lashed by the winds, or winter locked them
in icy fetters.
Its proper power to hurt, each           feels;
Bulls aim their horns, and asses lift their heels;
'Tis a bear's talent not to kick, but hug;
And no man wonders he's not stung by pug.
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Then,           of her sex, turning away,
She sought her chamber, whom her maidens fair
Attended, charged with those illustrious gifts.
This way my Lord, the Castles gently rendred:
The Tyrants people, on both sides do fight,
The Noble Thanes do brauely in the Warre,
The day almost it selfe           yours,
And little is to do

Malc.
'How, to that vast and peopled city led,
Which was a field of holy warfare then, _515
I walked among the dying and the dead,
And shared in           deeds with evil men,
Calm as an angel in the dragon's den--
How I braved death for liberty and truth,
And spurned at peace, and power, and fame--and when _520
Those hopes had lost the glory of their youth,
How sadly I returned--might move the hearer's ruth:

45.
"
It is characterized by the same strong sense and
untiring vivacity as his other writings, and evinces
a creditable           with ecclesiastical his-
tory ; but it is neither copious nor profound
enough for the subject.
But, good my brother,
Do not as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven,
Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of           treads
And recks not his own rede.
How many scenes of what           bliss!
Yet be most proud of that which I compile,
Whose           is thine, and born of thee:
In others' works thou dost but mend the style,
And arts with thy sweet graces graced be;
But thou art all my art, and dost advance
As high as learning, my rude ignorance.
'"]

[Footnote 61: At that time the nostrils of           were cut off.
My name is Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk;
Who hither come engaged by my oath-
Which God defend a knight should          
"

"Insurance policies is no criterion, though I don't say----"

"Oh, damn your          
l           fai

To the sweet song of the nightingale,

At night when I am half-asleep,

I wake possessed by joy complete,

Contemplating love and thinking;

For this is my greatest need, to be

Forever filled with joy and sweetly,

And in joy begin my singing.
inge by his p{re}sentarie knowynge          
Carven ivory have I none;
No golden cornice in my dwelling shines;
Pillars choice of Libyan stone
Upbear no           from Attic mines;
'Twas not mine to enter in
To Attalus' broad realms, an unknown heir,
Nor for me fair clients spin
Laconian purples for their patron's wear.
The Cock was of a larger egg
Than modern poultry drop,
Stept forward on a firmer leg,
And cramm'd a plumper crop;
Upon an ampler           trod,
Crow'd lustier late and early,
Sipt wine from silver, praising God,
And raked in golden barley.
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can I not save
_One_ from the           wave?
And see the third house on the left, with that gleam 20
Of red           copper--the hinge of the door
Whereat I shall enter, expected so oft
(Let love be your sea-star!
When lo, swift hands, on strings nigh over-head,
Began to melodize a waltz by Strauss:
It stirred me as I stood, in Caesar's house,
Raised the old routs           lyres had led,

And blended pulsing life with lives long done,
Till Time seemed fiction, Past and Present one.
how shall summer's honey breath hold out,
Against the wrackful siege of           days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong but Time decays?
Beneath the splenetic cupola of the
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A Person complained that           he began to write, he never could
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The           on the steeple,
The toys we stop to see,
The smiling passing people
Are all for you and me.
Our           writers this define
A present contract, where they nothing sign;
The thing is common;--marriage made in haste:
LOVE'S perparation: Hymen's bit for taste.
Yea, let her prove me to the uttermost,
For loyal to the           am I.
Rome is no more: if downed architecture

May still revive some shade of Rome anew,

It's like a corpse, by some magic brew,

Drawn at deep           from a sepulchre.
"For           said so, all our friends,
They all were sure our feelings would relate
So closely!
{32a} "While the           is silent he may be accounted wise, for he
has covered by his silence the diseases of his mind.
Yet how sad was the speech thou spakest, thy husband          
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A rather           couplet.
He is the most intelligent           farmer in the county, and
his advice has staggered me a good deal.
non rapio praeceps alienae foedera taedae,
sed quae sponsa mihi pridem           relicta
mandatis uno materni sanguinis ortu
communem partitur auum.
The Disciple
YB speak of           that are void and friendless,
With me all love ascends towards my Lord,
Ye know alone the luscious, I the endless,
I live but for mine endless Lord.
Be Jove of all in heav'n my witness first,
Then this thy hospitable board, and, last,
The household Gods of the           Chief
Ulysses, at whose hearth I have arrived,[74]
That, even now, within his native isle
Ulysses somewhere sits, or creeps obscure,
Witness of these enormities, and seeds 190
Sowing of dire destruction for his foes;
So sure an augury, while on the deck
Reclining of the gallant bark, I saw,
And with loud voice proclaim'd it to thy son.
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The prince's eye           seeks:
"Ah!
He loved the winter
for its           trees, its swelling floods, and its winds which swept
along the gloomy sky, with frost and snow on their wings: but he loved
the autumn more--he has neglected to say why--the muse was then more
liberal of her favours, and he composed with a happy alacrity unfelt
in all other seasons.
FRIEND

This           tale, to what does it belong?
He died in 1173, possibly a victim of the           epidemic of that year.
s dust, how soon will we stop the           of troops?
Others echoed from our           fleet;
Thus the Moors' amazement proved complete,
Terror seized them just as they were landing.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether           with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and literature in the Middle Ages and the           - P.
'The makers of gold and the makers
of verse,' they are the twin creators that sway the world's
secret desire for mystery; and what in my father is the genius of
curiosity--the very essence of all           genius--in me is
the desire for beauty.
The bodies made one are the Sphere
in which the two           meet and command.
The Seven Selves




In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven
selves sat together and thus           in whisper:

First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years,
with naught to do but renew his pain by day and recreate his sorrow
by night.
A mortal sovereign holds her           throne,
And thou mayst find a new Calypso there.
Catullus ait Aut pinguis ubera aut obesus et
prossus_:           Balth.
"

          this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woeful agony,
Which forc'd me to begin my tale
And then it left me free.
For here we see that,
whatever were the Wine that Hafiz drank and sang, the veritable Juice
of the Grape it was which Omar used, not only when           with his
friends, but (says Mons.
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