No More Learning
Mean while enjoy
Your fill what happiness this happie state
Can comprehend,           of more.
To Heav'n thir prayers
Flew up, nor missed the way, by envious windes
Blow'n           or frustrate: in they passd
Dimentionless through Heav'nly dores; then clad
With incense, where the Golden Altar fum'd,
By thir great Intercessor, came in sight
Before the Fathers Throne: Them the glad Son 20
Presenting, thus to intercede began.
IV

His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o'clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The           of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
Sitteth the fair ladye
Close to the river side
Which runneth on with a merry tone
Her merry thoughts to guide:
It runneth through the trees,
It runneth by the hill,
          the lady's thoughts have found
A way more pleasant still
Margret, Margret.
Or are you phantoms white as snow,
Whose lips had life's most           glow?
" " by           R.
Can't you see she's          
I sat there mutely and biting my           lips almost bloody

Half from delight at the ruse, partly from stifled desire:

Such a long time until dark, then another four hours of waiting.
_Moray Dalton_




THE PLAYERS


We           Death.
All this quite points to, and partly explains, the charm of the poems in
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Like Dionysus himself, they are
connected in ancient           with the Renewal of the Earth in spring and
the resurrection of the dead, a point which students of the
_Alcestis_ may well remember.
They           the flowers
Each to himself.
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Swiftly,           the day approached us.
Behold, the traytor, whom           supposed,
Seeks yet again the chamber!
fair Liberty, thus left by thee,
Well hast thou taught my           heart
To mourn the peace it felt, ere yet Love's dart
Dealt me the wound which heal'd can never be;
Mine eyes so charm'd with their own weakness grow
That my dull mind of reason spurns the chain;
All worldly occupation they disdain,
Ah!
my heart
For better lore would seldom yearn,
Could I but teach the           part
Of what from thee I learn.
Before yon field of trembling gold
Is           into dusty sheaves,
Or ere the autumn's scarlet leaves
Flutter as birds adown the wold,

I may have run the glorious race,
And caught the torch while yet aflame,
And called upon the holy name
Of Him who now doth hide His face.
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You are near to me, and your naked feet in their sandals,
And through the scent of the balcony's naked timber
I distinguish the scent of your hair; so now the limber
          falls from heaven.
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if,--I say you look upon this verse,
When I perhaps           am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse;
But let your love even with my life decay;
Lest the wise world should look into your moan,
And mock you with me after I am gone.
The hag be          
Little or big, learned or unlearned,
white or black, legal or illegal, sick or well, from the first inspiration
down the windpipe to the last expiration out of it, all that a male or
female does that is vigorous and           and clean is so much sure
profit to him or her in the unshakable order of the universe and through
the whole scope of it for ever.
The wagons           on the streets,
The thunder hurried slow;
The lightning showed a yellow beak,
And then a livid claw.
He deems it sin to sing, yet not to say
A song--a mighty           in his way.
Pain turned to           at his call,
Health lived and issued from his voice.
Of what brave men has Venus not been          
EXULTATIONS,           SONG
PLANH FOR THE YOUNG ENGLISH KING ALBA INNOMINATA
LAUDANTES
PLANH
CANZONIERE OCTAVE
SONNET IN TENZONE SONNET
CANZON: THE YEARLY SLAIN CANZON: THE SPEAR CANZON
CANZON: OF INCENSE CANZONE : OF ANGELS SONNET: CHI E QUESTA?
And, sooth, mine own Olympus, which anon
I shall build up to loud-voiced imagery
From all the wandering visions of the world,
May show worse railing than our lady Eve
Pours o'er the           of her argent arm.
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Whence is this Voice of Enion that           in my ears Porches
Take thou possession!
quare si sapiet uiam uorabit,
quamuis candida milies puella
euntem reuocet,           collo
ambas iniciens roget morari.
"

My words made such an impression on Saveliitch that he clasped his hands
and           dumb and motionless.
She professes with her spells to relax the           of whom she will,
but on others to bring passion and pain; to stay the river-waters and
turn the stars backward: she calls up ghosts by night; thou shalt see
earth moaning under foot and mountain-ashes descending from the hills.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII

It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,

Was trickling through my           soul,

When the vague form of a vibrant ghost

Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly

Leaning down to me, pure ivory teeth,

And offering me her flickering tongue,

Her lips were kissing me, sweet and long,

Mouth on mouth, thigh on thigh beneath.
Let it be but the witless mating of beasts,
Tamed and           knowing itself
And cunning in its own delight: What then?
as it were that Rome,
Collecting the chief trophies of her line,
Would build up all her triumphs in one dome,
Her Coliseum stands; the moonbeams shine
As 'twere its natural torches, for divine
Should be the light which streams here, to illume
This long explored but still           mine
Of contemplation; and the azure gloom
Of an Italian night, where the deep skies assume

CXXIX.
Grishkin is nice: her Russian eye
Is underlined for emphasis;
Uncorseted, her           bust
Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.
Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
I assure you, my dear, I often look up to the Divine
Disposer of events with an eye of gratitude for the blessing which I
hope he intends to bestow on me in           you.
Well may Helen, as with tender
Touch of rosy fingers slender
She doth knit the story in
Of Troy's sorrow and her sin,
Feel sharp filaments of pain
Reeled off with the well-spun skein,
And faint blood-stains on her hands
From the shifting,           strands.
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An oak-tree           there.
He judges not as the judge judges, but as the sun falling
around a           thing.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
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For the splendour of the day of           in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
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unnecessary notion that everything must be done           and in order,
and that Saumarez's first care was to wipe the happy look out of Maud
Copleigh's face.
[54] The tablet is reckoned at forty lines in each column,

[55]           "he attained my front.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Tomsky lit his pipe, took a few
whiffs, then continued:

"The next evening,           appeared at Versailles at the Queen's
gaming-table.
you can see from this window my brazen howitzer planted
High on the roof of the church, a preacher who speaks to the purpose,
Steady, straight-forward, and strong, with           logic,
Orthodox, flashing conviction right into the hearts of the heathen.
It never           to me before,
That perhaps we shall never go down any more!
Vallombre's groves 480
Entering, [s] we fed the soul with darkness; thence
Issued, and with uplifted eyes beheld,
In different           of the bending sky,
The cross of Jesus stand erect, as if
Hands of angelic powers had fixed it there, [t] 485
Memorial reverenced by a thousand storms;
Yet then, from the undiscriminating sweep
And rage of one State-whirlwind, insecure.
Who shall keep the curs out of the          
What doth the poor man's son          
e           ylome; 148
After hym ?
Control the present: all beside
Flows like a river seaward borne,
Now rolling on its placid tide,
Now whirling massy trunks uptorn,
And           crags, and farms, and stock,
In chaos blent, while hill and wood
Reverberate to the enormous shock,
When savage rains the tranquil flood
Have stirr'd to madness.
This is
the system of Van Cow, and she has invented far more and more
memorable           than both of them.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
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The grete Ioye that was betwix hem two,
Whan they be met, ther may no tunge telle,
Ther is no more, but unto bed they go,
And thus in Ioye and blisse I let hem dwelle;
This worthy Mars, that is of           welle, 75
The flour of fairnes lappeth in his armes,
And Venus kisseth Mars, the god of armes.
Along the lichened pathway of the leaf-crowned alley,
With faltering           tardily we passed,
And then through ever lighter-glimmering twigs, the
valley
With distant dome re-opened forth at last.
An ill fact is one thing, an ill
fortune is another; yet both           sway us alike, by the error of
our thinking.
But when can me or my mates forget,
When the Guards came          
)
Nun           es meinem Witze!
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It           in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
[302]           to our month of April.
e whiche to vs           ene,
ffro helle he vs wan.
Greek sang and Tcherkass for his pleasure,
And           captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
at
is to seine           goode may be founden in ?
Or would his heart rejoice and overflow,
As happy brooks that break their icy rim
When April's horns along the           blow?
Le Testament: Rondeau

Death, I cry out at your harshness,

That stole my girl away from me,

Yet you're not satisfied I see

Until I           in distress.
O all the kings, my men,
Shall fear this terrible           of mine!
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Upon its bank, beneath a cooling shade,
They found two           and a damsel laid.
Love spreads a           toils, nor one in vain,
Amid the many charms, bright, pure, and new,
That so her high and heavenly part endue,
No style can equal it, no mind attain.
In safety range the cattle o'er the mead:
Sweet Peace, soft Plenty, swell the golden grain:
O'er unvex'd seas the sailors blithely speed:
Fair Honour shrinks from stain:
No guilty lusts the shrine of home defile:
Cleansed is the hand without, the heart within:
The father's features in his           smile:
Swift vengeance follows sin.
There were          
Jove may afford us           of reliefs, I.
Snowfalls hiss

Fall and how I miss

My beloved in my arms

The Farewell

(Alcools: L'Adieu)

I've gathered this sprig of heather

Autumn is dead you will remember

On earth we'll see no more of each other

Fragrance of time sprig of heather

Remember I wait for you forever

Acrobats

(Alcools:Saltimbanques)

The strollers in the plain

walk the length of gardens

before the doors of grey inns

through villages without churches

And the children gone before

The others follow dreaming

Each fruit tree resigns itself

When they signal from afar

They have burdens round or square

drums and golden tambourines

Apes and bears wise animals

gather coins as they progress

The Bells

(Alcools: Les Cloches)

My gipsy beau my lover

Hear the bells above us

We loved passionately

Thinking none could see us

But we so badly hidden

All the bells in their song

Saw from heights of heaven

And told it everyone

Tomorrow Cyprien Henry

Marie Ursule Catherine

The baker's wife her husband

and Gertrude that's my cousin

Will smile when I go by them

I won't know where to hide

You far and I'll be crying

Perhaps I shall be dying

The Gypsy

(Alcools: La tzigane)

The gypsy knew in advance

Our two lives star-crossed by night

We said farewell to her and then

from that deep well Hope began

Love heavy a performing bear

Danced upright when we wanted

And the blue bird lost his plumes

And the beggars lost their Ave

We knew quite well that we were damned

But hope of love in the street

Made us think hand in hand

Of what the Gypsy did foresee

The Sign

(Alcools: Signe)

I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn

Parting I love the fruits I detest the flowers

I regret every one of the kisses that I've given

Such a bitter walnut tells his grief to the showers

My Autumn eternal O my spiritual season

The hands of lost lovers juggle with your sun

A spouse follows me it's my fatal shadow

The doves take flight this evening their last one

One Evening

(Alcools: Un soir)

An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels

And you sustain me

Let them tremble a long while all these lamps

Pray pray for me

The city's metallic and it's the only star

Drowned in your blue eyes

When the tramways run spurting pale fire

Over the           birds

And all that trembles in your eyes of my dreams

That a lonely man drinks

Under flames of gas red like a false dawn

O clothed your arm is lifted

See the speaker stick his tongue out at the listeners

A phantom has committed suicide

The apostle of the fig-tree hangs and slowly rots

Let us play this love out then to the end

Bells with clear chimes announce your birth

See

The streets are garlanded and the palms advance

Towards thee

Moonlight

(Alcools: Clair de Lune)

Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened

The orchards and towns are greedy tonight

The stars appear like the image of bees

Of this luminous honey that offends the vines

For now all sweet in their fall from the sky

Each ray of moonlight's a ray of honey

Now hid I conceive the sweetest adventure

I fear stings of fire from this Polar bee

that sets these deceptive rays in my hands

And takes its moon-honey to the rose of the winds

Autumn Ill

(Alcools: Automne malade)

Autumn ill and adored

You die when the hurricane blows in the roseries

When it has snowed

In the orchard trees

Poor autumn

Dead in whiteness and riches

Of snow and ripe fruits

Deep in the sky

The sparrow hawks cry

Over the sprites with green hair the dwarfs

Who've never been loved

In the far tree-lines

the stags are groaning

And how I love O season how I love your rumbling

The falling fruits that no one gathers

The wind the forest that are tumbling

All their tears in autumn leaf by leaf

The leaves

You press

A crowd

That flows

The life

That goes

Hotels

(Alcools: Hotels)

The room is free

Each for himself

A new arrival

Pays by the month

The boss is doubtful

Whether you'll pay

Like a top

I spin on the way

The traffic noise

My neighbour gross

Who puffs an acrid

English smoke

O La Valliere

Who limps and smiles

In my prayers

The bedside table

And all the company

in this hotel

know the languages

of Babel

Let's shut our doors

With a double lock

And each adore

his lonely love

Hunting Horns

(Alcools: Cors de chasse)

Our story's noble as its tragic

like the grimace of a tyrant

no drama's chance or magic

no detail that's indifferent

makes our great love pathetic

And Thomas de Quincey drinking

Opiate poison sweet and chaste

Of his poor Anne went dreaming

We pass we pass since all must pass

Often I'll be returning

Memories are hunting horns alas

whose note along the wind is dying

Vitam Impendere Amori

(Vitam Impendere Amori: To Threaten Life for Love)

Love is dead within your arms

Do you remember his encounter

He's dead you restore the charms

He returns at your encounter

Another spring of springs gone past

I think of all its tenderness

Farewell season done at last

You'll return as tenderly

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London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To           at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
Orlando lops the           with his glaive,
And hangs the thieves, a banquet for the crows:
Nor chain and crook for such a deed did crave:
For ready hooks the tree itself bestows,
To purge the world; where by the chin up-hung,
These, on the branches, bold Orlando strung.
CYPRIAN:
In the sweet solitude of this calm place,
This intricate wild           of trees
And flowers and undergrowth of odorous plants,
Leave me; the books you brought out of the house
To me are ever best society.
[335]           to all expectation, the father has at last managed
to finish a piece, but he owns himself a cat strangled it one fine
evening.
Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace,
And lay them prone upon the earth and cease
To ponder on themselves, the while they stare
At nothing,           drawn nowhere
In shapes of shifting lineage; let geese
Gabble and hiss, but heroes seek release
From dusty bondage into luminous air.
The Tibetan Goat

Hilly Landscape with Two Goats

'Hilly Landscape with Two Goats'
Reinier van Persijn, Jacob           Cuyp, Nicolaes Visscher (I), 1641, The Rijksmuseun

The fleece of this goat and even

That gold one which cost such pain

To Jason's not worth a sou towards

The tresses with which I'm taken.
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You to your beauteous           add a curse,
Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse.
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