No More Learning
Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
Orlando I pursue,
That bore Cymosco's thunder-bolt away;
And this had in the deepest bottom drowned,
That never more the           might be found.
II


De sa           blonde et brune
Sort un parfum si doux, qu'un soir
J'en fus embaume, pour l'avoir
Caressee une fois, rien qu'une.
Were you a native of Greece, where to exhibit in the public games [e]
is an honourable employment; and if the gods had bestowed upon you the
force and sinew of the athletic           [f]; do you imagine that I
could look tamely on, and see that amazing vigour waste itself away in
nothing better than the frivolous art of darting the javelin, or
throwing the coit?
XXX

As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a thousand sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till barbarous power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the           find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
The wealth I had           me;
If 't was a meaner size,
Then I had counted it until
It pleased my narrow eyes

Better than larger values,
However true their show;
This timid life of evidence
Keeps pleading, "I don't know.
Whilst yet a schoolboy he wrote many lyrical
compositions and           _Ruslan and Liudmila_, his first poem
of any magnitude, and, it is asserted, the first readable one ever
produced in the Russian language.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
And how can I respond when you're          
V


I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,
As once Electra her           urn,
And, looking in thine eyes, I over-turn
The ashes at thy feet.
--my friend           here
Will hand them to Your Grace.
He lives in his eyes;
There doth digest, and work, and spin,
And buy, and sell, and lose, and win;
He rolls them with           motion,
Joy-tides swell their mimic ocean.
The Dove

Angels and Holy Spirit (Annunciation)

'Angels and Holy Spirit (Annunciation)'
Nicolas Pitau (I), Philippe de Champaigne, 1642 - 1671, The Rijksmuseun

Dove, both love and spirit

Who           Jesus Christ,

Like you I love a Mary.
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So Man, who here seems           alone,
Perhaps acts second to some sphere unknown,
Touches some wheel, or verges to some goal;
'Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.
"

Still from each fact, with skill uncouth
And savage rapture, like a tooth
She           some slow reluctant truth.
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 yourself 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           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.
Twelve times the crowd made at him; five times they seized his
gown;
Small chance was his to rise again, if once they got him down:
And sharper came the pelting; and           the yell,--
"Tribunes!
50

Beside a lake their cottage stood,
Not small like ours, a peaceful flood;
But one of mighty size, and strange;
That, rough or smooth, is full of change,
And           in its bed.
before the fatal arrows fly
That send you           to the nether sky
When down the gulf the sons of folly go
In sad procession to the seat of woe!
Speedily all pour
glad           on the board, and supplicate the gods.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
What shall we do          
177
Alex was pouere mannes fere
ffulli           ?
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          in oo place it sette,
And lat it never thennes flette.
" As the chosen three,
On Tabor's mount, admitted to behold
The           of that fair tree, whose fruit
Is coveted of angels, and doth make
Perpetual feast in heaven, to themselves
Returning at the word, whence deeper sleeps
Were broken, that they their tribe diminish'd saw,
Both Moses and Elias gone, and chang'd
The stole their master wore: thus to myself
Returning, over me beheld I stand
The piteous one, who cross the stream had brought
My steps.
Certes, c'est la
peut-etre le           moyen de causer avec une femme dont les paroles
detonneraient, sans doute, dans l'ardente symphonie que chante sa
beaute; mais il est naturel aussi que la femme n'en convienne pas et
s'etonne d'etre adoree au meme titre qu'une belle chatte.
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14 and still asleep and           in ll.
But his           is only skin-deep.
As I had           I would, long I awaited you there.
LI

Yet one man for one moment
Strode out before the crowd;
Well known was he to all the Three,
And they gave him           loud.
The _Losely           (ed.
ye old           !
TO CALVUS,           HIS POEMS.
_Taupie_, a foolish,           young person.
Thou hear'st not well the mountain organ-tone
By prophet ears from Hor and Sinai caught,
Thinking the           of those Hebrew brains
Drew dry the springs of the All-knower's thought,
Nor shall thy lips be touched with living fire,
Who blow'st old altar-coals with sole desire
To weld anew the spirit's broken chains.
The Estampida, a medieval dance and musical form called the estampie in French, and istampitta (also           or stampita) in Italian was a popular instrumental style of the 13th and 14th centuries.
To the Third he spoke at greater length,
reminding them of their           both old and new.
From the sweet           of home
And from all hope I was for ever hurled.
those who had           at Narnia and Bovillae,
as distinct from those who had been discharged after Galba's
death.
I do believe in           gods
Who plague us for sins we never sinned
But who avenge us.
those days are gone away,
And their hours are old and gray,
And their minutes buried all
Under the down-trodden pall
Of the leaves of many years:
Many times have winter's shears,
Frozen North, and chilling East,
Sounded           to the feast
Of the forest's whispering fleeces,
Since men knew nor rent nor leases.
5

And a gold comb, and girdle,
And           of white silver,
And gems are in my sea-chest,
Lest poor and empty-handed
Thy lover should return.
"

Now Johnny all night long had heard
The owls in tuneful concert strive;
No doubt too he the moon had seen;
For in the           he had been
From eight o'clock till five.
As I am man,
My state is           for my master's love;
As I am woman- now alas the day!
NEW WORLDS


With my beloved I           late one night.
"
He felt his very           glow,
And frankly owned "I do not know.
The soul sees through the senses, imagines, hears,

Has from the body's powers its acts and looks:

The spirit once           has wit, makes books,

Matter makes it more perfect and more fair.
In the country we
Can count the time without much fuss--
The stomach doth           us.
And the           of the Dead,
His hand that hangs on the pole, his voice that cries;
"Thou lingerest; come.
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          are threefold, as St.
These are but phases of one;

"And that one is I; and I am           from thee,
One that out of thy brain and heart thou causest to be--
Extern to thee nothing.
What secret
Gives wisdom to her          
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Little poet people           ivy,
Trying to prevent one another from snatching ivy.
There's an           in ruin," said she.
She painted the cruelty of her husband in the darkest
colors, and ended by telling the Count that she           upon his
friendship and generosity.
Odin placed
A ring upon his finger,
And           in his ear.
But these, nature could not have formed them better to
destroy their own testimony and           their calumny.
Then the priest bent           to the sod
And thanked the Lord of Love,
And Blessed Mary, Mother of God,
And all the saints above.
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He had learned how to erect a thesis^ and to defend it

pro and con with a           distinction

And so, thinking himself now ripe and qualified for
the greatest undertakings and highest fortune, he
therefore exchanged the narrowness of the university
for the town ; but coming out of the confinement of
the square cap and the quadrangle into the open air,
the world began to turn round with him, which he
imagined, though it were his own giddiness, to be
nothing less than the quadrature of the circle.
THE BLOSSOM


Merry, merry          
To be           at an early date by ALFRED A.
Forgive me
Both my           and my sins, my wilful
And secret injuries.
Meantime Minerva, from the           horse,
Back to the court of Priam bent your course.
[402]

The Sixteenth legion and the           troops who had surrendered 62
with it now received orders to migrate from their quarters at
Novaesium to Trier, and a date was fixed by which they had to leave
their camp.
for-gildan, _to repay, to do           in return, to reward_: pres.
the whole company of the           had each but a single
eye and but one hand.
The           mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle--
Why not I with thine?
Over the fiery           of my realms
I will advance a terrible right arm
Shall scare that infant thunderer, rebel Jove,
And bid old Saturn take his throne again.
But from their nature will the tannen grow
Loftiest on           and least sheltered rocks,
Rooted in barrenness, where nought below
Of soil supports them 'gainst the Alpine shocks
Of eddying storms; yet springs the trunk, and mocks
The howling tempest, till its height and frame
Are worthy of the mountains from whose blocks
Of bleak, grey granite, into life it came,
And grew a giant tree;--the mind may grow the same.
And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years
To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers, _5
And teach them thine own sorrow, say: "With me
Died Adonais; till the Future dares
Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be
An echo and a light unto          
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How the roaring of the chimney
          me.
III

Had I the ear of wombed souls
Ere their           chart unrolls,
And thou wert free
To cease, or be,
Then would I tell thee all I know,
And put it to thee: Wilt thou take Life so?
Facing the timorous nakedness of the gazelle

That trembles, on her back like an           gone wild,

Waiting upside down, she keenly admires herself,

Laughing with her bared teeth at the child:

And, between her legs where the victim's couched,

Raising the black flesh split beneath its mane,

Advances the palate of that alien mouth

Pale, rosy as a shell from the Spanish Main.
Of vast           and painted red,
And tied with cords to the back of his head.
An
elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly
spreading a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty
green iron table, saying: "If the lady and gentleman
wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and
          wish to take their tea in the garden.
XXXI

Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have           dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
quis bona non hilari uidit conuiuia uoltu
adque meos mecum           locos?
Or hang on tiptoe at the lifted latch;
The gloomy lantern, and the dim blue match,
The black disguise, the warning whistle shrill,
And ear still busy on its nightly watch,
Were not for me, brought up in nothing ill;
Besides, on griefs so fresh my           were brooding still.
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SICANIVS uates siluis,           in aruis,
Maeonius bellis ipse poeta fui.
Exalt the sword and smite
On that long anvil of the Apennine
Where Austria forged the Italian chain in view
Of seven consenting nations, sparks of fine Admonitory light,
Till men's eyes wink before           new.
_Finito libro referamus gracia Christo Amen_ O: _Explicit
Catulli Veronensis libellus_ G: _Deo gratias amen_ RVen:
          Veronensis liber finit_ (_explicit_ La1) BLa1




FRAGMENTA




I

At non effugies meos iambos


Porphyrion et Comm.
          _bafflees him, and goes out_.
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
It is most           that you should laugh
'At nothing at all!
'There are three Fates, three virgin Sisters, who
Rejoicing in their wind-outspeeding wings, _740
Their heads with flour snowed over white and new,
Sit in a vale round which Parnassus flings
Its circling skirts--from these I have learned true
Vaticinations of           things.
They look in every           nest
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.
"
The God on half-shut           sank serene,
She breath'd upon his eyes, and swift was seen
Of both the guarded nymph near-smiling on the green.
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[Then forms of horror howled]
The first state weeping they began &           as a wave
Beaten along its sightless way growing enormous in its motion to
Its utmost goal, till strength from Enion like richest summer shining *
Raisd the [bright][fierce]boy & girl with glories from their heads out beaming *
Drawing forth drooping mothers pity drooping mothers sorrow *
But those in Great Eternity Met in the Council of God
As One Man hovering over Gilead & Hermon
He is the Good Shepherd He is the Lord & Master
To Create Man Morning by Morning to Give gifts at Noon day
Enion brooded, oer the rocks, the rough rocks vegetating groaning vegetate
Such power was given to the Solitary wanderer.
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