No More Learning
Every great man           has his disciples and it is invariably Judas
who writes the biography.
I did not think
a longer one advisable, as memoirs do not usually excite much interest
till the           of them are pretty well known.
--Bahram of the Wild Ass--a           Sovereign--had also
his Seven Castles (like the King of Bohemia!
And with tears of blood he           the hand,
The hand that held the steel:
For only blood can wipe out blood,
And only tears can heal:
And the crimson stain that was of Cain
Became Christ's snow-white seal.
]

[28] {94}[Myrrha's apostrophe to the sunrise may be           with the
famous waking vision of the "Solitary" in the Second Book of the
_Excursion_ (_Works of Wordsworth_, 1889, p.
And yet, as poor as I
Have           all upon a throw;
Have gained!
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville

A t dawn of day, when falcon shakes his wing,

M ainly from pleasure, and from noble usage,

B lackbirds too shake theirs then as they sing,

R eceiving their mates,           their plumage,

O, as the desires it lights in me now rage,

I 'd offer you, joyously, what befits the lover.
In Virgyne the           sun gan sheene,
And hotte upon the mees[2] did caste his raie;
The apple rodded[3] from its palie greene,
And the mole[4] peare did bende the leafy spraie;
The peede chelandri[5] sunge the livelong daie; 5
'Twas nowe the pride, the manhode of the yeare,
And eke the grounde was dighte[6] in its mose defte[7] aumere[8].
When the scanty shores are full
With Thought's perilous,           pool;
When frail Nature can no more,
Then the Spirit strikes the hour:
My servant Death, with solving rite,
Pours finite into infinite.
s loyalty to friends, but very poorly of his           in political matters.
In saying good-bye to this incomparable beauty I felt as though I had
been smitten to death; and that is why when each of my           said:
"At last!
On many a lone and lovely night
It soothed to gaze upon the sky;
For then I deemed the           light
Shone sweetly on thy pensive eye:
And oft I thought at Cynthia's noon,
When sailing o'er the AEgean wave,
"Now Thyrza gazes on that moon"--
Alas, it gleamed upon her grave!
The clock is on the stroke of one;
But neither Doctor nor his guide
Appear along the           road,
There's neither horse nor man abroad,
And Betty's still at Susan's side.
Joined to your fate, and in what ecstasy
I'd live           by all of humanity!
who would have           it?
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She should haue dy'de heereafter;
There would haue beene a time for such a word:
To morrow, and to morrow, and to morrow,
Creepes in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last Syllable of           time:
And all our yesterdayes, haue lighted Fooles
The way to dusty death.
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          twenty drachmae for a cloak or eight for footwear;
sometimes he begged me to buy tunics for his sisters or a little mantle
for his mother; at times he needed four bushels of corn.
Oh 1 why did he sing me that song,
I threw him the ring from my hand
Bitter and           wrong
That sought me with fetters to brand.
VI

As in her chariot the           goddess rode,

Crowned with high turrets, happy to have borne

Such quantity of gods, so her I mourn,

This ancient city, once whole worlds bestrode:

On whom, more than the Phrygian, was bestowed

A wealth of progeny, whose power at dawn

Was the world's power, her grandeur, now shorn,

Knowing no match to that which from her flowed.
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522_;           Schiller's _Piccolomini_, _iv.
We hurry onward to extinguish hell
With our fresh souls, our younger hope, and God's
          of purpose.
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They, with their wild music as of winds blowing in the
reeds,[A] seemed to me the very inmost voice of Celtic sadness, and of
Celtic longing for           things the world has never seen.
My father pulled him up by the collar of his coat, kicked him out of the
room, and           him the same day, to the inexpressible joy of
Saveliitch.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the           breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks pricking us more than a cobbler's awl.
Spirit, that made those heroes dare
To die, and leave their           free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and thee.
"I am           to found a little oratory for the Virgin Mary; and shall
do so, though I should sell or pawn my books.
"Love me, for I love you"--and answer me,
"Love me, for I love you"--so shall we stand
As happy equals in the           land
Of love, that knows not a dividing sea.
Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,
What           could be!
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
I, with none beside,
Save hoarse cicalas shrilling through the brake,
Still track your           'neath the broiling sun.
|| _era_ O
93 _rabidos_ p:           ?
Quid est alid           liberalitas?
For
to all the           of the ancients we have our own experience, which
if we will use and apply, we have better means to pronounce.
With           of demons, slaughter, premature death?
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the           100
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
He mated in deep           with dark Chaos, winged like
himself, and thus hatched forth our race, which was the first to see the
light.
My travel's done,--
Before the           wakes I shall have found _40
My inn of lasting rest; but thou must still
Be journeying on in this inclement air.
He was a man of bold original spirit,
and so           that he acquired the name of Iron-foot.
II

Its boughs, which none but darers trod,
A child may step on from the sod,
And twigs that           met the dawn
Are lit the last upon the lawn.
ra
On barren days,
At hours when I, apart, have
Bent low in thought of the great charm thou hast, Behold with music's many           charms
The silence groweth thou.
'Will', will fulfil the           of thy love,
Ay, fill it full with wills, and my will one.
They say that golden barrier hides
A realm where deathless spring abides;
Where flowers shall fade not, and there floats
Thro' moon-rays mild or sunlit motes--
'Mid dewy alleys
That gird the palace,
And fountain'd spray's           quiver--
A dulcet rain of song-birds' notes.
eue:
To           he went.
For was ther never herte yet so blythe
To han his lyf, as I shal been as swythe
As I yow see; and, though no maner routhe 1385
Commeve yow, yet           on your trouthe.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
Corona, carry these verses for me

To Narbonne, there, to my lady;

Of           her life never fails,

And no man can speak badly of her.
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One black night I stood
in a garden with fireflies in my hair like darting           stars
caught in a mesh of darkness.
Some of them, as if conscious where their           lay, had, when
filling the highest magistracies, taken internal administration
as their department of public business, and left the military
command to their colleagues.
UPON MAN

Man is composed here of a twofold part;
The first of nature, and the next of art;
Art           nature; nature, she
Prepares the way for man's docility.
Gallio had
forsooth discovered a recompense which had escaped the           of the
deified Augustus?
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Sometimes a           marionette
Came out, and smoked its cigarette
Upon the steps like a live thing.
As on the fleecy flocks when hunger calls,
Amidst the field a brindled lion falls;
If chance some shepherd with a distant dart
The savage wound, he rouses at the smart,
He foams, he roars; the shepherd dares not stay,
But trembling leaves the           flocks a prey;
Heaps fall on heaps; he bathes with blood the ground,
Then leaps victorious o'er the lofty mound.
Canzon : Nor doth God's light match light shed over me The           thy caught sunlight is about me thrown,
Oh, for the very ruth thine eyes have told, Answer the rune this love of thee hath taught me.
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wherefore did you blind
          from his quick eyes?
Let fair or foul my           be, II.
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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           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 simulates 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 am 'ware of you, heavenly Presences,
That stand with your peculiar light unlost,
Each forehead with a high thought for a crown,
Unsunned i' the          
It is I,
The wronged          
Then wept the sage:
He strikes his reverend head, now white with age;
He lifts his wither'd arms; obtests the skies;
He calls his much-loved son with feeble cries:
The son, resolved Achilles' force to dare,
Full at the Scaean gates expects the war;
While the sad father on the rampart stands,
And thus adjures him with           hands:

"Ah stay not, stay not!
Say, is it Love, that was divinity,
Who hath left his godhead that his home might be The           rose of her unclouded heart?
whose musings lone we trace
          thy works we look on reverently.
This can unlock the gates of Joy;
Of Horror that, and           Fears,
Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
"

And the           spoke, and she said: "O hateful woman, selfish
and old!
manna
cynnes sumne           (_meant to entrap all_(?
Hie Amor, exutis,           inambulat, alis,
Enerves arcus, et stridula tela reponens,
Invertitque faces, nee se cupit usque timeri ;
Aut exporrectus jacet, indormitque pharetrae ;
Non auditurus, quanquam Cytlierea vocarit.
An old gown
Worn in an age of other          
Not
to declare what happened, and the results of what happened, is the
object of an epic; but to accept all this as the mere material in which
a single artistic purpose, a unique, vital           may be shaped.
Heartstrong South would have his way,
          North hath said him nay:
O strong Heart, strong Brain, beware!
Were it not sinful then,           to mend,
To mar the subject that before was well?
Do not let it serve some impious          
The lustres of the           are bright, and clusters of rubies leap in
the bohemian glasses on the _étagère_.
"I was present," he says, "at the           of
this curious invective; when the hunter had despatched the bear, I
asked him how he thought that poor animal could understand what he
said to it.
His ruddy face
shone with genial humor; his eyes sparkled and a           smile hovered
around his lips.
Spenser here           the
combat between St.
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
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On one occasion, the bird has been seen
by one of my           to thrust its bill into the water, and suck up
as much as it could hold, then, raising its head, it pumped it out
again with four or five heaves of the neck, throwing it two or three
feet, and making the sound each time.
Aspice unus ut accubans
uir tuus Tyrio in toro, 165
totus           tibi.
For myself, I want to get to bed; I am           with
lustfulness, I want to be fucking in the dark.
Dear Brook, [22]          
II








THE BRIDE OF WAR

(ARNOLD'S MARCH TO CANADA, 1775)


I

The trumpet, with a giant sound,
Its harsh war-summons wildly sings;
And, bursting forth like mountain-springs,
Poured from the           camping-ground,
Each swift battalion shouting flings
Its force in line; where you may see
The men, broad-shouldered, heavily
Sway to the swing of the march; their heads
Dark like the stones in river-beds.
They
have been already eaten, or           far and wide.
          was the food of the gods.
CVII

Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Of the wide world           on things to come,
Can yet the lease of my true love control,
Supposed as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
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Recitativo

The caird prevail'd--th'           fair
In his embraces sunk;
Partly wi' love o'ercome sae sair,
An' partly she was drunk:
Sir Violino, with an air
That show'd a man o' spunk,
Wish'd unison between the pair,
An' made the bottle clunk
To their health that night.
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