No More Learning
There, on           that once were mine,
Day looks down the eastern steep,
And the youth at morning shine
Makes the vow he will not keep.
Next he sings
Of Gallus wandering by Permessus' stream,
And by a sister of the Muses led
To the Aonian mountains, and how all
The choir of Phoebus rose to greet him; how
The shepherd Linus, singer of songs divine,
Brow-bound with flowers and bitter parsley, spake:
"These reeds the Muses give thee, take them thou,
Erst to the aged bard of Ascra given,
Wherewith in singing he was wont to draw
Time-rooted ash-trees from the           heights.
Much madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the           madness.
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And sweetness filled her brave
With a vision of           beyond the hour
That knelled to the waiting grave.
Should
we be nothing, because somebody had contrived to be something (and that
perhaps in a provincial           ages ago?
          'tis joy,
To see Orestes' comrade, that he feels.
Isis was the           mother goddess (Cybele was her equivalent in Asia Minor): consort of Osiris she bore the child Horus-Harpocrates, the new sun (De Nerval's image here for the Christ-Child).
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As if some little Arctic flower,
Upon the polar hem,
Went           down the latitudes,
Until it puzzled came
To continents of summer,
To firmaments of sun,
To strange, bright crowds of flowers,
And birds of foreign tongue!
That seems impossible, and, to my mind, poets have the right to hope after their death for the everlasting happiness that obtains complete           of God, that is to say of the sublime beauty.
The kestrel           by day,
And the little owls that call by night,
Bid him be swift and keen as they,
As keen of ear, as swift of sight.
He woos me with an easy grace
That proves him only half sincere;
A light smile           on his face.
which Parca winds my yarn,
That I alone find Pity deaf as asp,
And           live who happy hoped to be?
When you have done, pray tell me,
That I my           may dim;
Haste!
          she is De Nerval's feminine principle to be fused with the masculine.
Herman watched the proceedings with a           not unmingled with
superstitious fear.
) Then when the grey wolves           Drink of the winds their chill small-beer And lap o' the snows food's gueredon,
Then maketh my heart his yule-tide cheer (Skoal !
Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
Exploring hands           no defence; 240
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
A charge so           needs
Thine own avowal.
"[518] Do you note the           rhythm?
Herrick's first cousin, Martha, the
seventh           of his uncle Robert, married Mr.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
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At the first Sound the Golden sun arises from the Deep
And shakes his awful hair
The Eccho wakes the moon to unbind her silver locks
The golden sun bears on my song
And nine bright spheres of harmony rise round the fiery King

The joy of woman is the Death of her most best beloved
Who dies for Love of her
In torments of fierce jealousy & pangs of adoration
The Lovers night bears on my song
And the nine Spheres rejoice beneath my powerful controll

They sing unceasing to the notes of my immortal hand
The solemn silent moon
Reverberates the living harmony upon my limbs
The birds & beasts rejoice & play
And every one seeks for his mate to prove his inmost joy

Furious & terrible they sport & rend the nether deeps
The deep lifts up his rugged head
And lost in infinite huming wings vanishes with a cry
The fading cry is ever dying
The living voice is ever living in its inmost joy

Arise you little glancing wings & sing your infant joy
Arise & drink your bliss
For every thing that lives is holy for the source of life
Descends to be a weeping babe
For the Earthworm renews the moisture of the sandy plain

Now my left hand I stretch to earth beneath
And strike the terrible string
I wake sweet joy in dens of sorrow & I plant a smile
In forests of affliction
And wake the bubbling springs of life in regions of dark death

O I am weary lay thine hand upon me or I faint
I faint beneath these beams of thine
For thou hast touchd my five senses & they answerd thee
Now I am nothing & I sink
And on the bed of silence sleep till thou awakest me

Thus sang the Lovely one in Rapturous delusive trance
Los heard delighted reviving he siezd her in his arms delusive hopes
Kindling She led him into Shadows & thence fled outstretchd
Upon the immense like a bright rainbow weeping & smiling & fading
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I am made to sow the thistle for wheat; the nettle for a nourishing dainty
I have planted a false oath in the earth, it has brought forth a poison tree
I have chosen the serpent for a councellor & the dog
For a schoolmaster to my children
I have blotted out from light & living the dove & nightingale
And I have caused the earth worm to beg from door to door
I have taught the thief a secret path into the house of the just
I have taught pale           to spread his nets upon the morning
My heavens are brass my earth is iron my moon a clod of clay
My sun a pestilence burning at noon & a vapour of death in night
What is the price of Experience do men buy it for a song
Or wisdom for a dance in the street?
The absurdity of conceiting himself the
final cause of the Creation, or           that perfection in the moral
world, which is not in the natural, v.
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[50]
At the third cup I           the Great Way;
A full gallon--Nature and I are one.
My young           cannot paralell
A fellow to it.
gins to swell
With timely pride above the Aegyptian vale,
His fattie waves do fertile slime outwell,
And overflow each plaine and lowly dale:
But when his later spring gins to avale, 185
Huge heapes of mudd he leaves, wherein there breed
Ten           kindes of creatures, partly male
And partly female of his fruitful seed;
Such ugly monstrous shapes elswhere may no man reed.
          o' that, I said.
He had helped to sing the choruses;
but           inside the studio he realised that this was no place for
tail-wagging, and settled himself on Dick's lap till it was bedtime.
Himself, when he saw
the           head and fair face of Pallas, and on his smooth breast the
gaping wound of the Ausonian spear-head, speaks thus with welling tears:

'Did Fortune in her joyous coming,' he cries, 'O luckless boy, grudge
thee the sight of our realm, and a triumphal entry to thy father's
dwelling?
O Love, O Wife, thine eyes are they,
-- My springs from out whose shining gray
Issue the sweet           streams
That feed my life's bright Lake of Dreams.
Only a few years           we read in
Advent:

"That is longing: To dwell in the flux of things,
To have no home in the present.
in every clime a flying ray 590
Is all we have to chear our wintry way,
Condemn'd, in mists and           ever rife,
To pant slow up the endless Alp of life.
Les Amours de Marie: VI

I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand

Picked just now from all this blossoming,

That, if they'd not been           this evening,

Tomorrow would be scattered on the ground.
One of the most           weaknesses of Americans is in signing their
names to what are called credentials.
          thou my feet, O father,
could retire and abandon thee?
Dear friend, if any man I wished to please,
'Twere surely you whose humor's honied ease
Flows flecked with gold of thought, whose           mind
Sees Paradise regained by all mankind,
Whose brave example still to vanward shines,
Cheeks the retreat, and spurs our lagging lines.
Hundreds on hundreds fell;
But they are resting well;
Scourges and           strong
Never shall do them wrong.
Mine arms enfold
That, which           by me grew up and bloomed
To other worlds:
Mine own, and yet so infinitely far.
          gave it splendour by numbers and other
elegancies.
We wrote to Gaelic enthusiasts in
vain, for their           had not yet turned towards the stage, and
now there are excellent Gaelic plays by Dr.
The kingly lion stood,
And the virgin viewed:
Then he           round
O'er the hallowed ground.
" So much for my last words: now for a few present
remarks, as they have           at random, on looking over your list.
That but to make the vessel shining, they
Much of the           metal rub away.
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Of Saint and Sage I have long quaffed deep,
What need for me to study spirits and          
and may the vaunts
And menace of the vengeful enemy
Pass like the gust, that roared and died away
In the distant tree: which heard, and only heard
In this low dell, bow'd not the           grass.
The cannon had been
dragged hither the           evening.
I have tamed
The man's           brain.
"Never," said the king, puffing, "has such a thing           my state.
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.
This tablet has been erroneously           to Book
IV, but it appears to be Book III.
Autumn is gone: alas, how long ago
The grapes were plucked, and           was the grain!
Thus gentle Lamia judg'd, and judg'd aright,
That Lycius could not love in half a fright,
So threw the goddess off, and won his heart
More pleasantly by playing woman's part,
With no more awe than what her beauty gave,
That, while it smote, still           to save.
"The usual           of man's life, in
my time, was about eight hundred years.
So the place of any           may
be whole and entire for that work, though too little for a palace.
I wish I knew something worse, to curse as my heart          
Sir           goes
In search of Argier's king.
It is the fair acceptance, sir, creates
The           perfect, not the cates.
While in advance beyond, with haughty head--
As if           of this squadron dread--
All waiting signal of the Judgment Day,
In stone was seen in olden sculptors' way
Charlemagne the King, who on the earth had found
Only twelve knights to grace his Table Round.
Now by the Cross and God I do adjure thee,
Declare to me the truth upon thy conscience;
Didst recognise the           boy; was't not
A substitute?
) to us twain,
And give Him           praise.
"

"Good-bye, good-bye, little mother," said the Commandant,           his
old companion.
what breath of sound,
what           soft hath risen
Upward to me?
129, "his           father's
form and figure; but not his mind.
XERXES

A store for darts it was,          
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8           ?
The cypress stood up like a church
That night we felt our love would hold,
And saintly           seemed to search
And wash the whole world clean as gold;
The olives crystallized the vales'
Broad slopes until the hills grew strong:
The fire-flies and the nightingales
Throbbed each to either, flame and song.
Westmoreland,           of, 6.
ei           hem to putte{n} vndir hem ?
Stillness, and then,
          moves:
green, oh green, dazzling lightning!
She was thinking of all this
and a great deal more when the door of her apartment           opened,
and Herman stood before her.
And who but I should be the poet of          
But take it: if the smack is sour,
The better for the           hour;
It should do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my soul's stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day.
Some bore amain
The death-vat, some the corbs of hallowed grain;
Or kindled fire, and round the fire and in
Set           foaming; and a festal din
Filled all the place.
Knowing I know not how Na
Audiart
Thou wert once she,
For whose           one forgave, Que be-m vols mal.
you offer to           us without a lamp!
"

Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that were crisped and sere--
As the leaves that were           and sere--
And I cried--"It was surely October
On _this_ very night of last year,
That I journeyed--I journeyed down here!
Tower of           on Mount Caucasus
IV.
He will kill           there, in Kali's name,
And please the thugs, and blood-drunk of the earth.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine           translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee
So far from home into my deeds to pry,
To find out shames and idle hours in me,
The scope and tenure of thy          
why fearing of Time's tyranny,
Might I not then say, 'Now I love you best,'
When I was certain o'er incertainty,
Crowning the present,           of the rest?
' I           at the words he spake, but I knew that his were
no idle words.
It           irritated others.
Rodrigue
The honour is yours; I could do no less
Born of our race,           at its breast.
He did not remember how once we went hand in hand,
But left me like           behind one in the dust.
this           date,(271)
And make my future life the sport of fate.
The poets in this volume do not           a clique.
They have seen, by countless waters and windows,
The women of your race facing a stony sky;
They have heard, for           of years, the voices of women
Asking them: "Why .
'Tis all the same, Colonel:
You'll find lovely           along the whole line!
Went up a year this          
'
And when the maid had told him all the tale
Of King and Prince, the diamond sent, the quest
          to her not worthy of it, she knelt
Full lowly by the corners of his bed,
And laid the diamond in his open hand.
[Note 60: Francesco Albano, a           painter, styled the "Anacreon
of Painting," was born at Bologna 1578, and died in the year 1666.
The
Bishop then locked up his books and papers, and           him to abstain
from reading and writing for ten days.
I
breakfasted with your gray-headed,           friend, Mr.
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