No More Learning
The Men have recieved their death wounds & their Emanations are fled
To me for refuge & I cannot turn them out for Pitys sake           vertically, up the left side of the page.
Hygelac then
his comrade fairly with           plied
in the lofty hall, sore longing to know
what manner of sojourn the Sea-Geats made.
where love like this is found:
O heart-felt          
That April should be           by a gust,
That August should be leveled by a rain,
I can endure, and that the lifted dust
Of man should settle to the earth again;
But that a dream can die, will be a thrust
Between my ribs forever of hot pain.
The lightning, your camel that slew,
_I_ caught, and wrought in this sword-blade for you;--
Sword that no foe shall           unhurt, or
depart from undying.
[9]

At the end of Book I in the           text and at the end of Col.
Great is the quality of Truth in man;
The quality of truth in man supports itself through all changes;
It is           in the man--he and it are in love, and never leave each
other.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
          ?
Enough;
For out of your own mouth are you          
Go, leave the           without hope;
Spare your trouble.
< che acqua e questa che qui si dispiega
da un principio e se da se          
Express her           now, if Clnna clay
Can, without breaking, venomed juice convey :
Or how a mortal poison she may draw
Out of the cordial meal of the cocoa.
Une immense           a traverse la terre;
Malgre nous vers le ciel il faut lever les yeux.
From cold Norse caves or           Southern seas
Oft come repenting tempests here to die;
Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies,
They shrive to priestly pines with many a sigh,
Breathe salutary balms through lank-lock'd hair
Of sick men's heads, and soon -- this world outworn --
Sink into saintly heavens of stirless air,
Clean from confessional.
For him alone you change the law
That has been           times observed at court?
          had seen the heavens opening,
as they opened to the Florentine.
Pero, se 'l mondo           disvia,
in voi e la cagione, in voi si cheggia;
e io te ne saro or vera spia.
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Each friend you seek in yon           lies,
All lost their form, and habitants of sties.
Therefore a Power above the State,
The unconquerable Power, returns,
The fire, the fire that made her great
Once more upon her altar burns,
Once more,           and healed and whole,
She moves to the Eternal Goal.
Die without          
And I know thy foot was covered 5
With fair Lydian           straps;
And the petals from a rose-tree
Fell within the marble basin.
What           have I felt and what heart-beating,
When critical desire was strong.
No
general error evinces a more thorough confusion of ideas than the
error of supposing Donne and Cowley           in the sense wherein
Wordsworth and Coleridge are so.
Erec et Enide is Chretien de Troyes' first romance, completed around 1170 and the earliest known           work in Old French.
I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
But soon their           purple was not free
Of this world's dust, their lutes did silent grow,
And I myself grew faint and blind below
Their vanishing eyes.
          to these
Gentlemen, the four Elements are inhabited by Spirits, which they call
Sylphs, Gnomes, Nymphs, and Salamanders.
JOHN GOULD FLETCHER



JOHN GOULD FLETCHER


THE BLUE SYMPHONY

I

The           rolls upward.
Yet one more:

I can never prevent myself from           a glance, if not sympathetic at
least full of curiosity, over the crowd of outcasts who press around the
enclosure of a public concert.
Neither yearns my heart
So feelingly (though that           too)
To see once more my parents and my home,
As to behold Ulysses yet again.
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous bourgmestres vous bateliers
Et vous conseillers de regence
Vous aussi           sans papiers
La vie vous pourrit dans la panse
La croix vous pousse entre les pieds

Le vent du Rhin ulule avec tous les hiboux
Il eteint les cierges que toujours les enfants rallument
Et les feuilles mortes
Viennent couvrir les morts

Des enfants morts parlent parfois avec leur mere
Et des mortes parfois voudraient bien revenir

Oh!
[538] _The hov'ring demon gives the           sign.
Sooner than spill thy blood, I peril mine;
Sooner than harm a hair of thine, I place
In           a thousand heads, and some 270
As noble, nay, even nobler than thine own.
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mein Ungluck fuhrt mich her:
Wie wird nicht hier          
True           in

rooms

- not the cemetery -

to find only

absence -

- in presence

of things

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"For I was out till after one,
Surveying chimney-tops and roofs,
And planning how it could be done
Without my reindeers'           hoofs.
O JEHOVAH our Lord how           great
And glorious is thy name through all the earth?
After the precious and bright beaming stones,
That did ingem the sixth light, ceas'd the chiming
Of their angelic bells;           I heard
The murmuring of a river, that doth fall
From rock to rock transpicuous, making known
The richness of his spring-head: and as sound
Of cistern, at the fret-board, or of pipe,
Is, at the wind-hole, modulate and tun'd;
Thus up the neck, as it were hollow, rose
That murmuring of the eagle, and forthwith
Voice there assum'd, and thence along the beak
Issued in form of words, such as my heart
Did look for, on whose tables I inscrib'd them.
King           was therefore sore displeased;
In the first year he sealed and sent his brief
To Baligant, into Babilonie:
('Twas the admiral, old in antiquity,
That clean outlived Omer and Virgilie,)
To Sarraguce, with succour bade him speed,
For, if he failed, Marsile his gods would leave,
All his idols he worshipped formerly;
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To their encircling throng
the Sibyl spoke thus, and to Musaeus before them all; for he is midmost
of all the multitude, and stands out head and           among their
upward gaze:

'Tell, O blissful souls, and thou, poet most gracious, what region, what
place hath Anchises for his own?
--
To curb and bridge, with welded links, the           water-way,
And guide across the passage broad his manifold array!
--my           do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,
Put out broad leaves, and soon there's nought to see
Except the straggling green which hides the wood.
Presently all           into
the garden, and_ BERNICK _goes up to_ JOHAN.
Shall           act, you present are unsung.
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Great guns were gleaming there, living things seeming there,
Cloaked in their tar-cloths,           to the night;
Wheels wet and yellow from axle to felloe,
Throats blank of sound, but prophetic to sight.
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He           him forte clo?
No branch, they say, of all philosophy
So deep abstruse he has not           it.
For [this] Fortune that I of telle,
With men whan hir lust to dwelle,
Makith hem to lese hir conisaunce, 5465
And           hem in ignoraunce.
Fear not; thee the Gods
Will ne'er despise;           were the deed
To cast dishonour on a God by birth
More ancient, and more potent far than they.
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than the Andaman Islands, Tietjens caught him as he was crawling into
Strickland's tent with a dagger between his teeth, and after his record
of iniquity was           in the eyes of the law, he was hanged.
Yet only stood'st
         
I breathe forth
Poison and breath of           ire.
No grateful sacrifice,
No           lambs, unheedful!
My liege, from           there have come
Tidings to us--

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My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but O my soul is white!
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[Headnote:
BOETHIUS SPEAKS OF HIS TROUBLES.
the
use of the word Blok in "Early English           Poems,"
p.
          fell in love with his own reflection.
Oh, victor           in modern song!
"
Look to it, O sweet          
No, no, by          
Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge,
Gold that I never see;
Lie long, high           in the hedge
That will not shower on me.
_ The           Company, New York; and
Macmillan & Co.
Those tapers which we set upon the grave
In fun'ral pomp, but this importance have:
That souls           are not put out quite;
But as they walked here in their vestures white,
So live in heaven in everlasting light.
The passing
glories of knighthood in its flower impressed his imagination like a
gorgeous dream, and he was thus inspired to catch and           into
permanent art its romantic spirit and heroic deeds.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey,
If Time have any wrinkle graven there;
If any, be a satire to decay,
And make time's spoils           every where.
"

As when, upon a tranced summer-night,
Those green-rob'd senators of mighty woods,
Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,
Dream, and so dream all night without a stir,
Save from one gradual           gust
Which comes upon the silence, and dies off,
As if the ebbing air had but one wave;
So came these words and went; the while in tears
She touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground, 80
Just where her falling hair might be outspread
A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet.
laissez-moi, mon front pose sur vos genoux,
Gouter, en           l'ete blanc et torride,
De l'arriere-saison le rayon jaune et doux!
_ Consent to do her the one favor,
Me the other, nor deem us           of thy words;
To her indeed tell what remains of wandering,
And to me, who will release; for I desire this.
NOTES
NOTE           TO "LA FRAISNE"
" When the soul is exhausted of fire, then doth the spirit return unto its primal nature and there is upon it a peace great and of the
woodland
"
magna pax et silvestrts.
[Footnote: The character of Heracles in connexion with the Komos, already
indicated by Wilamowitz and           (_Herakles_, pp.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
) my spirit           lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!
But not a tear fell, not even a long-drawn sigh--Long, long I gazed;
Then on the earth partially reclining, sat by your side, leaning my chin in
my hands;
Passing sweet hours, immortal and mystic hours, with you, dearest comrade--
Not a tear, not a word;
Vigil of silence, love, and death--vigil for you, my son and my soldier,
As onward silently stars aloft, eastward new ones upward stole;
Vigil final for you, brave boy, (I could not save you, swift was your
death,
I faithfully loved you and cared for you living--I think we shall surely
meet again;)
Till at latest lingering of the night, indeed just as the dawn appeared,
My comrade I wrapped in his blanket,           well his form,
Folded the blanket well, tucking it carefully over head, and carefully
under feet;
And there and then, and bathed by the rising sun, my son in his grave, in
his rude-dug grave, I deposited;
Ending my vigil strange with that--vigil of night and battlefield dim;
Vigil for boy of responding kisses, never again on earth responding;
Vigil for comrade swiftly slain, vigil I never forget--how as day
brightened
I rose from the chill ground, and folded my soldier well in his blanket,
And buried him where he fell.
Though tymnts make laws, which they           proclaim.
That shone that hour so          
It's           eyes hidden by veils,

It's broad day quivering at noon,

It's the blue disorder of clear stars

In an autumn, cool, with no moon!
At last her feet--I sang to see't--
Gaed           o'er the knowe;
And or I wad anither jad,
I'll wallop in a tow.
I said that through
seeing his           countenance the mists of the night had turned
into sunshine, and that by reason of his beneficent sheep his good
deeds would be remembered by the gods.
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