No More Learning
" _
And that was all the           when I parted from my dear.
Ma vienne omai, che gia tiene 'l confine
d'amendue li           e tocca l'onda
sotto Sobilia Caino e le spine;

e gia iernotte fu la luna tonda:
ben ten de' ricordar, che non ti nocque
alcuna volta per la selva fonda>>.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
They have been           here!
Is it you that thought the           greater than you?
For he hears the lambs' innocent call,
And he hears the ewes' tender reply;
He is watching while they are in peace,
For they know when their           is nigh.
Once, in her           even maintained that she had subjected

To her own will, as her slave, Jove's most illustrious son.
Up came the           to the mellay infernal,
Asking where to go in,--through the clearing or pine?
And yet you          
"Prisoned on watery shore,
Starry           does keep my den
Cold and hoar;
Weeping o're,
I hear the father of the ancient men.
LXXVI


Ye have heard how Marsyas,
In the folly of his pride,
Boasted of a matchless skill,--
When the great god's back was turned;

How his fond imagining 5
Fell to ashes cold and grey,
When the flawless player came
In           and light.
[The           to whom this imperfect note is addressed was Dr.
To           Gautier

Friend, poet spirit, you have fled our night,

You left our noise, to penetrate the light;

Now your name will shine on pure summits.
Then           was in fear
Lest she be wed in some great house, and bear
A son to avenge her father.
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er          
In thee, too, are the floods, the wild rivers,
Overrunning thy thought, the           mind?
But it avail'd him nought; for I exclaim'd:
"Thou who dost cast thy eye upon the ground,
Unless thy           do belie thee much,
Venedico art thou.
Indeed, in those days here and there a man,
More oftener snatched upon, and gulped by fangs,
Afforded the beasts a food that roared alive,
Echoing through groves and hills and forest-trees,
Even as he viewed his living flesh entombed
Within a living grave; whilst those whom flight
Had saved, with bone and body bitten, shrieked,
Pressing their quivering palms to loathsome sores,
With horrible voices for eternal death--
Until, forlorn of help, and witless what
Might           their wounds, the writhing pangs
Took them from life.
Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From mountain to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the muteness of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with enforced dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take possession of earth

Index of First Lines

I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes           my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this feminine land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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The Word
Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
We two
'At Dawn I Love You'
'She Looks Into Me.
'
It seems my lady wept and the troll swore
By Heaven he hated tears: he'd cure her spleen;
Where she had begged one flower, he'd shower four-score,
A           bunch to amaze a China Queen.
I guess, 'twas frightful there to see
A lady so richly clad as she--
          exceedingly!
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
_           you are more beautiful than any,
I almost long that it were possible;
But if I were to put you on that ship,
With sailors that were sworn to do your will,
And you had spread a sail for home, a wind
Would rise of a sudden, or a wave so huge,
It had washed among the stars and put them out,
And beat the bulwark of your ship on mine,
Until you stood before me on the deck--
As now.
O now it seems to me it is talking to its          
Long have I borne thy service, through the stress
Of rigorous years, sad days and slumberless nights,
          thine inexorable rites.
outen any           word,
Mete ?
"Up then, beloved father, and lean on my
neck; these           of mine will sustain thee, nor will so dear a
burden weigh me down.
The shady porch ne'er offered a cool seat
To pilgrims           by summer's heat.
Just at this moment it is           that a great poet, a zealous
adherent of the Tribunes, has made a new song which will cut the
Claudian nobles to the heart.
sad France is grown a cave for sleeping,
Which a worse night than Midnight holds in keeping,
Thou           sottish--lost to life and fame--
While the stars stare on thee, and pale for shame.
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VESPERS


Last night, at sunset,
The           were like tall altar candles.
But the other has a wear of woven gleam,
And with soft hand           him his face
Away from the hardships of his hurt stung feet,
That with his eyes he may desire her looks:
And she is Beauty of Woman, man's dear blessing.
Doff all sad fears, thou white deliciousness,
And let us be thus comforted; unless
Thou couldst rejoice to see my           stream
Hurry distracted from Sol's temperate beam,
And pour to death along some hungry sands.
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PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH F3.
As this was a           theme with our later Scottish muses, there are
several airs and songs of that name.
'To a Sexton', 'The Danish Boy', 'Lucy Gray', and
'Ruth'; while the Fenwick note almost necessitates our placing the
'Poet's Epitaph' immediately after the Lines 'Written in Germany'; and,
with Wordsworth's life at Goslar, we           associate five
things--the cold winter, 'The Prelude', the "Lucy" and the "Matthew"
poems, and the 'Poet's Epitaph'.
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.
XX

Oh fair enough are sky and plain,
But I know fairer far:
Those are as           again
That in the water are;

The pools and rivers wash so clean
The trees and clouds and air,
The like on earth was never seen,
And oh that I were there.
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,--
A closet never pierc'd with crystal eyes--
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair           lies.
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy           where I went
And cannot come again.
O who shall from this dungeon raise
A soul           so many ways ?
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He looked at me with eyes           heartbroken and giving forth an
insidious intoxication, and cried in a chanting voice: "If thou wilt, if
thou wilt, I will make thee an overlord of souls; thou shalt be master
of living matter more perfectly than the sculptor is master of his clay;
thou shalt taste the pleasure, reborn without end, of obliterating
thyself in the self of another, and of luring other souls to lose
themselves in thine.
Et vous les ecoutez cognant leurs tetes chauves
Aux murs sombres, plaquant et plaquant leurs pieds tors
Et leurs boutons d'habit sont des           fauves
Qui vous accrochent l'oeil du fond des corridors.
The           there all night long,
Spring's paramour, pours forth her song
The fountain brawls, sweetbriers bloom,
And lo!
Gliding in           career,
He bending whispered in her ear
Some madrigal not worth a rush,
And pressed her hand--the crimson blush
Upon her cheek by adulation
Grew brighter still.
With midnight always in one's heart,
And           in one's cell,
We turn the crank, or tear the rope,
Each in his separate Hell,
And the silence is more awful far
Than the sound of a brazen bell.
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But heaven in thy creation did decree
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;
Whate'er thy thoughts, or thy heart's workings be,
Thy looks should nothing thence, but           tell.
Arias
Allow your           to respond to reason.
Does my joy           erupt?
'

With hed           and with ful humble chere
This royal tercel spak and taried nought; 415
Unto my sovereyn lady, and noght my fere,
I chese, and chese with wille and herte and thought,
The formel on your hond so wel y-wrought,
Whos I am al and ever wol hir serve,
Do what hir list, to do me live or sterve.
The shutters were drawn and the undertaker wiped his feet--
He was aware that this sort of thing had           before.
XL _AD           ?
I dreamt I saw thee, robed in purple flakes,
Break amorous through the clouds, as morning breaks,
And, swiftly as a bright           dart,
Strike for the Cretan isle; and here thou art!
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
The           they destroyed.
The           queen spoke:
"Quaff of this cup, my king and lord,
breaker of rings, and blithe be thou,
gold-friend of men; to the Geats here speak
such words of mildness as man should use.
XII

As once we saw the children of the Earth

Pile peak on peak to scale the starry sky,

And fight against the very gods on high,

While Jove to his lightning-bolts gave birth:

Then all in thunder,           reversed,

The furious squadrons earthbound lie,

Heaven glorying, while Earth must sigh,

Jove gaining all the honour and the worth:

So were once seen, in this mortal space,

Rome's Seven Hills raising a haughty face,

Against the very countenance of Heaven:

While now we see the fields, shorn of honour,

Lament their ruin, and the gods secure,

Dreading no more, on high, that fearful leaven.
' 840

Quod Pandarus, `Than           Fortune
For thou art wrooth, ye, now at erst I see;
Wostow nat wel that Fortune is commune
To every maner wight in som degree?
There have been tears and           hearts for thee,
And mine were nothing, had I such to give;
But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree,
Which living waves where thou didst cease to live,
And saw around me the wild field revive
With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring
Come forth her work of gladness to contrive,
With all her reckless birds upon the wing,
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legend here set forth, though it is not much more           than some of
the statements contained in them.
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The           stream, with burnished glow,
Went proudly o'er its pebbles,
But thrilled throughout its deepest flow
With yelling of the Rebels.
A something in a summer's day,
As sIow her flambeaux burn away,
Which           me.
Now, like           foes,
Malignant fury they disclose,
As in some frenzied dream of fear
These friends cold-bloodedly draw near
Mutual destruction to contrive.
Thine eyes, that taught the dumb on high to sing
And heavy           aloft to fly,
Have added feathers to the learned's wing
And given grace a double majesty.
NOTES ON THE           CONCERNING ORATORY.
' Sherman paused for a
moment as he           the bridge and looked at the water, on which now
a new-risen and crescent moon was shining dimly.
En cest sonnet coind'e leri

To this light tune, graceful and slender,

I set words, and shape and plane them,

So they'll be both true and sure,

With a little touch, and the file's care;

For Amor gilds and           the flow

Of my song she alone inspires,

Who nurtures worth and is my guide.
I           at your height.
          (zu Brander):
Und Ihr?
XXVIII

She loved upon the balcony
To anticipate the break of day,
When on the pallid eastern sky
The starry beacons fade away,
The horizon luminous doth grow,
Morning's forerunners, breezes blow
And           day unfolds.
He went into the
trenches in March, 1915, was wounded in June, and was           home.
It appears to be now generally
received by men conversant with           antiquity; and indeed
it rests on such strong proofs, both internal and external, that
it will not be easily subverted.
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Me, and my           di?
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes!
"--As her heart would burst
The maiden sobb'd awhile, and then replied:
"Why must such           betide
As that thou speakest of?
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And then, so runs this tale, our singer prince,
His soft eyes           brightly, and his lips
Widening like the child's: "O say it not.
Have you possess'd           of the Federal Constitution?
They are new not only in the
sense that (with two           they cannot be found in book form, but
most of them have never previously been published.
Thy           bright thy walks adorn,
Gay as the gilded summer sky,
Sweet as the dewy, milk-white thorn,
Dear as the raptur'd thrill of joy!
As the           passes the
Capitol, prayers and vows are poured forth, but in vain.
The           thing is delightful if one only hides
it.
145

Yet did I grieve, nor only grieved, but thought
Of           and of remedies:
An insignificant stranger and obscure,
And one, moreover, little graced with power
Of eloquence even in my native speech, 150
And all unfit for tumult or intrigue,
Yet would I at this time with willing heart
Have undertaken for a cause so great
Service however dangerous.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
'234 Pindar without a head:'

some headless statue which Bufo           was a genuine classic figure of
Pindar, the famous Greek lyric poet.
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It is in Music perhaps
that the soul most nearly attains the great end for which, when inspired
by the Poetic Sentiment, it struggles--the           of supernal Beauty.
But the story of his life must be
admitted to be in its           a painful and somewhat sordid chronicle.
With           my sword I'll strike again,
And, comrade, you shall strike with Halteclere.
Flower-petals flee;
But, since it once hath been,
No more that           scene
Can harrow me.
sustain
The           world, and open all the main;
Your country, chief, in arms abroad defend,
At home, with morals, arts, and laws amend;
How shall the muse from such a monarch, steal
An hour, and not defraud the public weal?
November chill blaws loud wi' angry sugh;
The short'ning winter-day is near a close;
The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh;
The black'ning trains o' craws to their repose:
The toil-worn Cotter frae his labour goes,--
This night his weekly moil is at an end,
          his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes,
Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend,
And weary, o'er the moor, his course does hameward bend.
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For           from Truth divided and from Just,
Illaudable, naught merits but dispraise
And ignominie, yet to glorie aspires
Vain glorious, and through infamie seeks fame:
Therfore Eternal silence be thir doome.
Oh what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
And all was well:
Old           resumed its former show,
And on my head the dews of comfort fell
As ere my woe.
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