No More Learning
O nymph divine
Of           race!
A furious stream of lightning seems to flow
Like a long snake           its fell ring.
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With what wight so thou be, or how thou pleye,
Either he woot that thou, Ioye, art muable,
Or woot it not, it moot ben oon of tweye;
Now if he woot it not, how may he seye
That he hath verray Ioye and selinesse, 825
That is of ignoraunce ay in          
Now nothing more at Chatham 's left to burn,
The Holland           leisurely return ;
And spite of Rupert's and of Albemarle's,
To Ruyter's triumph led the captive Cliarles.
_Enter_           _and_ BARBARIGO, _meeting_.
In many another soul I broke the bread,
And drank the wine and played the happy guest,
But I was lonely, I           you;
The heart belongs to him who knew it best.
"           as a
critic is not easily to be summed up.
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What then can I do
To win this grace           from you?
The very flower of us were they,
The very flower, but          
I knew not this, and therefore did I weep:
That God would love a Worm I knew, and punish the evil foot
That wilful bruis'd its helpless form: but that he cherish'd it
With milk and oil I never knew, and therefore did I weep,
And I           in the mild air, because I fade away.
Two bodies           be;
Bind one, and one will flee.
"
The hierodule called unto the man
and came unto him           him.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and           in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance - P.
The wounded
and dying of the victorious army are supposed to join in the
          song.
Ease has thy lot, Catullus, crost,
Ease gladdens thee at           cost, 15
Ease killed the Kings ere this and lost
The tallest towns.
`By god, I woot hir mening now,          
Wake: the vaulted shadow shatters,
          to the floor it spanned,
And the tent of night in tatters
Straws the sky-pavilioned land.
His appearance was the signal for
the           of all occupation, every one being eager to watch the
developments of events.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
I had already taken a seat on deck, but finding that I
had still an hour and a half to spare, and remembering that large map
of Canada which I had seen in the parlor of the restaurant in my
search after pudding, and realizing that I might never see the like
out of the country, I           thither, asked liberty to look at the
map, rolled up the mahogany table, put my handkerchief on it, stood on
it, and copied all I wanted before the maid came in and said to me
standing on the table, "Some gentlemen want the room, sir;" and I
retreated without having broken the neck of a single bottle, or my
own, very thankful and willing to pay for all the solid food I had
got.
But that Power which strikes the
luminaries of the world with sudden darkness and extinction, by
awakening them to too exquisite a           of its influences, dooms
to a slow and poisonous decay those manner spirits that dare to abjure
its dominion.
Whate'er its blame, escort we to our shore
These relics of the monarchy of yore;
And to th'           oriflamme be paid
War's honors by the flag on Fleurus' field displayed!
Ther were so many trees yit,
That I sholde al           be
Er I had rekened every tree.
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Fain would my heart, which err'd through frantic rage,
The           chief and angry gods assuage.
The usual two-story stove was
here placed against an opening in the           shaped like a
fireplace, and so warmed several rooms.
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Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last glimmers of day

A face like all the           faces.
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He springs by stock from those whom Ares spared,
The men called Sown, a right son of the soil,
And           styled.
"
"
Being freed of the weight of a soul
damnation," a grievous striving thing that after much straining was mercifully taken from me ; as had one passed saying as one in the Book of the Dead,
"
I, lo I, am the           of souls," and had taken it with him, leaving me thus simplex naturae, even so at peace and trans- sentient as a wood pool I made it.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
And goode, eek tel me this,
How wiltow seyn of me and my          
I see where Ernani walking the bridal garden,
Amid the scent of night-roses, radiant, holding his bride by the hand,
Hears the           call, the death-pledge of the horn.
Why walks Nick Flimsey like a          
He had learnt it all from Ruskin
(Author of 'The Stones of Venice,'
'Seven Lamps of Architecture,'
'Modern Painters,' and some others);
And perhaps he had not fully
Understood his author's meaning;
But,           was the reason,
All was fruitless, as the picture
Ended in an utter failure.
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          hir of mercy and of grace,
As she that is my lady sovereyne;
Or let me dye present in this place.
The sun had sunk behind vast Tomerit,
The Laos wide and fierce came roaring by;
The shades of wonted night were gathering yet,
When, down the steep banks winding wearily
Childe Harold saw, like meteors in the sky,
The glittering           of Tepalen,
Whose walls o'erlook the stream; and drawing nigh,
He heard the busy hum of warrior-men
Swelling the breeze that sighed along the lengthening glen.
[Burns, as the concluding           of this letter proves, continued
to the last years of his life to think of the composition of a
Scottish drama, which Sir Walter Scott laments he did not write,
instead of pouring out multitudes of lyrics for Johnson and Thomson.
From           Epigrams flee,

Cruel Wit and Laughter impure

That brings tears to the high Azure,

And all that base garlic cuisine!
"'Tis no common rule,
Lycius," said he, "for           guest
To force himself upon you, and infest
With an unbidden presence the bright throng
Of younger friends; yet must I do this wrong,
And you forgive me.
We would prefer to send you           by email.
qu'ont donc crie ces entrecotes
Ces grands pates ces os a moelle et mirotons
Langues de feu ou sont-elles mes pentecotes
Pour mes pensees de tous pays de tous les temps


CHANTRE

Et l'unique cordeau des trompettes marines


CREPUSCULE

A Mademoiselle Marie Laurencin

Frolee par les ombres des morts
Sur l'herbe ou le jour s'extenue
L'arlequine s'est mise nue
Et dans l'etang mire son corps

Un charlatan crepusculaire
Vante les tours que l'on va faire
Le ciel sans teinte est constelle
D'astres pales comme du lait

Sur les treteaux l'arlequin bleme
Salue d'abord les spectateurs
Des sorciers venus de Boheme
Quelques fees et les enchanteurs

Ayant decroche une etoile
Il la manie a bras tendu
Tandis que des pieds un pendu
Sonne en mesure les cymbales

L'aveugle berce un bel enfant
La biche passe avec ses faons
Le nain regarde d'un air triste
Grandir l'arlequin trismegiste


ANNIE

Sur la cote du Texas
Entre Mobile et Galveston il y a
Un grand jardin tout plein de roses
Il contient aussi une villa
Qui est une grande rose

Une femme se promene souvent
Dans le jardin toute seule
Et quand je passe sur la route bordee de tilleuls
Nous nous regardons

Comme cette femme est mennonite
Ses rosiers et ses vetements n'ont pas de boutons
Il en manque deux a mon veston
La dame et moi suivons presque le meme rite


LA MAISON DES MORTS

A Maurice Raynal

S'etendant sur les cotes du cimetiere
La maison des morts l'encadrait comme un cloitre
A l'interieur de ses vitrines
Pareilles a celles des boutiques de modes
Au lieu de sourire debout
Les mannequins grimacaient pour l'eternite

Arrive a Munich depuis quinze ou vingt jours
J'etais entre pour la           fois et par hasard
Dans ce cimetiere presque desert
Et je claquais des dents
Devant toute cette bourgeoisie
Exposee et vetue le mieux possible
En attendant la sepulture

Soudain
Rapide comme ma memoire
Les yeux ses rallumerent
De cellule vitree en cellule vitree
Le ciel se peupla d'une apocalypse
Vivace

Et la terra plate a l'infini
Comme avant Galilee
Se couvrit de mille mythologies immobiles
Un ange en diamant brisa toutes les vitrines
Et les morts m'accosterent
Avec des mines de l'autre monde

Mais leur visage et leurs attitudes
Devinrent bientot moins funebres
Le ciel et la terre perdirent
Leur aspect fantasmagorique

Les morts se rejouissaient
De voir leurs corps trepasses entre eux et la lumiere
Ils riaient de voir leur ombre et l'observaient
Comme si veritablement
C'eut ete leur vie passee

Alors je les denombrai
Ils etaient quarante-neuf hommes
Femmes et enfants
Qui embellissaient a vue d'oeil
Et me regardaient maintenant
Avec tant de cordialite
Tant de tendresse meme
Que les prenant en amitie

Tout a coup
Je les invitai a une promenade Loin des arcades de leur maison

Et tous bras dessus bras dessous
Fredonnant des airs militaires
Oui tous vos peches sont absous
Nous quittames le cimetiere

Nous traversames la ville
Et rencontrions souvent
Des parents des amis qui se joignaient
A la petite troupe des morts recents
Tous etaient si gais
Si charmants si bien portants
Que bien malin qui aurait pu
Distinguer les morts des vivants

Puis dans la campagne
On s'eparpilla
Deux chevau-legers nous joignirent
On leur fit fete
Ils couperent du bois de viorne
Et de sureau
Dont ils firent des sifflets
Qu'ils distribuerent aux enfants

Plus tard dans un bal champetre
Les couples mains sur les epaules
Danserent au son aigre des cithares

Ils n'avaient pas oublie la danse
Ces morts et ces mortes
On buvait aussi
Et de temps a autre une cloche
Annoncait qu'un autre tonneau
Allait etre mis en perce
Une morte assise sur un banc
Pres d'un buisson d'epine-vinette
Laissait un etudiant
Agenouille a ses pieds
Lui parler de fiancailles

Je vous attendrai
Dix ans vingt ans s'il le faut
Votre volonte sera la mienne

Je vous attendrai
Toute votre vie
Repondait la morte

Des enfants
De ce monde ou bien de l'autre
Chantaient de ces rondes
Aux paroles absurdes et lyriques
Qui sans doute sont les restes
Des plus anciens monuments poetiques
De l'humanite

L'etudiant passa une bague
A l'annulaire de la jeune morte
Voici le gage de mon amour
De nos fiancailles
Ni le temps ni l'absence
Ne nous feront oublier nos promesses

Et un jour nous auront une belle noce
Des touffes de myrte
A nos vetements et dans vos cheveux
Un beau sermon a l'eglise
De longs discours apres le banquet
Et de la musique
De la musique

Nos enfants
Dit la fiancee
Seront plus beaux plus beaux encore
Helas!
nam te praecipue in suis urbibus colit ora
Hellespontia, ceteris           oris.
And yet what idle dream breaks ill,
Which morning-light          
_For, graves our           are, and both deaths dust.
Yea, in the town behind her, flaring Shushan,
She heard Man, meaning to adore himself,
Throned on the wealth of earth as God in heaven,
And making music of his glorying thought,
Merely betray the mastery of his blood,
His sexual heart, his main idolatry,--
Woman, and his lust to devour her beauty,
Himself           ceaselessly by her beauty.
Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure k\so,
Withdraws into its           ;; —
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find ; —
Tet it creates, transcending these,



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(Far other worlds, and other seas.
Why so glum,          
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~The Solitary~

My heart has grown rich with the passing of years,
I have less need now than when I was young
To share myself with every comer,
Or shape my           into words with my tongue.
_ibsi_,           expression, 120, 5.
FAUST:
          du, was fur neue Lebenskraft
Mir dieser Wandel in der Ode schafft?
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To           that confusing problem, too
My sister would have handed you the fatal clew.
he would pray that both

The text of 1815, which is continued in 1820, begins thus:

This Island, guarded from profane approach
By           high and waters widely spread,
Is that recess to which St.
Earth, hide him,
thine          
Their           sprang immediately from the soul-and partook intensely of
that soul's nature.
Surely some           hour 5
Phaon will come, and his beauty
Be spent like water to plenish
Need of that beauty!
"

The           nerves in the frail body gave way, and the girl wept
like a little child and began to scream.
I gather, this band is           bent
to the Scyldings' master.
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We are sometimes told by           or Russians that Oscar Wilde
is greater than Shakespeare.
After the rare arch-poet, Jonson, died,
The sock grew loathsome, and the buskin's pride,
          with the stage's glory, stood
Each like a poor and pitied widowhood.
The god of war,           from the sky,
She deemed Rogero, for his strength and art:
If he seemed Mars, Marphisa to the eye
Seemed an infernal Fury, on her part.
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[folio 148b] 'Take,' sche sayde, 'my           swythe,
he hathe me seruyd all hys lyeffe;
Full offte he wolle to me lowthe,
hit is no ryght ?
O Queens, in vain old Fate decreed
Your flower-like bodies to the tomb;
Death is in truth the vital seed
Of your           bloom
Each new-born year the bulbuls sing
Their songs of your renascent loves;
Your beauty wakens with the spring
To kindle these pomegranate groves.
All gentle quarrels in the           poets,
All passionate love scenes in the best romances,
All chaste embraces on the public stage,
All soft adventures, which the liberal stars
Have winked at, as the natural course of things,
Have been surpassed here by my friend, the student,
And this sweet Gypsy lass, fair Preciosa!
_

The youth at once arose: a placid lake
Came quiet to his eyes; and forest green, 1040
Cooler than all the wonders he had seen,
Lull'd with its simple song his           breast.
how apt we are to indulge prejudices in our           of one
another!
That which thy fathers have bequeathed to thee,
Earn and become           of it!
There might be other good men, but the
known, honored and trusted man among men was           of the Foreign
Office.
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The other day famed Spenser I did bring,
In lofty notes Tudor's blessed race to sing ;
How Spain's proud powers her virgin arms con-
trolled,
And golden days in           order rolled ;
How like ripe fruit she dropped from off her

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That I can clearly fix,
Till I was sitting on the floor,
Repeating "Two and five are four,
But _five and two_ are six.
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men may by no means write freely, or speak truth, but when it offends
not, why do physicians cure with sharp medicines, or          
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THE COUNTER-TURN


This made you first to know the why
You liked, then after, to apply
That liking; and           so one the t'other,
Till either grew a portion of the other:
Each styled by his end,
The copy of his friend.
My path is not thy path, yet           we walk, hand
in hand.
"
For we are growing blind and cannot see,
Beyond the clouds that stand like prison bars,
EN PASSANT By Marx Sabel
Out of the sultry night she came, With tired lips aflame;
Deep in her mutineering eyes The nervous anger of emprise
Wakened and fought the black, Ice-cold           back;
Fought in the hope of hopelessness, And fought for Artemis;
Fought in the.
E quelli: <
A shadowless spirit kept the gate,
Blank and           like the grave.
_ The           would
record, on parchment, what he had seen in the heavens.
Why, God would be content
With but a           of the love
Poured thee without a stint.
"
The pupils sat, all grinning,
And           in the game.
Now the cloud
In final conflagration pales and crumbles
Into the           waters.
'

The goddess fled away on her golden shell,

Her adored image           to us on the swell,

And the sky shone beneath the scarf of Iris.
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The savage breast
is the native soil of revenge; a vice, of all others, peculiarly stamped
with the           of hell.
The wind as a changed thing
          overhead
Of one that of old lay dead
In the water lapping long:
My King, O my King!
Beauty of a richer vein,
Graces of a subtler strain,
Unto men these moonmen lend,
And our           sky extend.
If it           sweetness, won't you dare to taste?
Heaven be thy rest, on earth thy lot was toyle;
Thy private loss, ment to thy           gayne,
Bredde grief of mynde, which in thy brest did boyle,
Confyning cares whereof the scarres remayne.
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But she, the child, knew not the solemn words,
And suddenly yielded to a troublous wailing,
As           as the cry of frightened birds
Whose untried wings for flight are unavailing.
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