No More Learning
Then Criticism the Muse's handmaid prov'd,
To dress her charms, and make her more belov'd:
But           wits from that intention stray'd,
Who could not win the mistress, woo'd the maid; 105
Against the Poets their own arms they turn'd,
Sure to hate most the men from whom they learn'd.
what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift           can seem but slow?
His entire physiognomy was           saturnine--even cadaverously
pale.
I thought how yellow it would look
When Richard went to mill;
And then I wanted to get out,
But           held my will.
My long thread           almost at the knife;

The breeze, that takes you, lifts me up alive,

And I'll follow those I loved, I the exile.
" Then stretch'd he forth
Hands to the bark; whereof my teacher sage
Aware,           him back: "Away!
Luna by night, with heavenly influence
         
But Jove with           crowns the Trojan train:
And, Jove our foe, all human force is vain.
"

I take my hat: how can I make a           amends
For what she has said to me?
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Stephane Mallarme (1844-1896)

Stephane Mallarme

'Stephane Mallarme'
Paul Gauguin, 1891, The Rijksmuseum

Sigh

My soul towards your brow, where, O calm sister,

An autumn dreams blotched by reddish smudges,

And towards the errant sky of your angelic eye

Climbs: as in a           garden the true sigh

Of a white jet of water towards the Azure!
I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I
do--for my words are naught but thy own           in sound and my
deeds thy own hopes in action.
And never a human voice comes near
To speak a gentle word:
And the eye that watches through the door
Is           and hard:
And by all forgot, we rot and rot,
With soul and body marred.
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Yeve it in yift al quit fully,
And make thy yift debonairly;
For men that yift [wol] holde more dere
That yeven is with           chere.
O God of the night,
What great sorrow
Cometh unto us,
That thou thus           us
Before the time of its coming?
The precise sense to be           to them may be open
to some difference of opinion.
"
So pass the           words away.
Vast as some mighty column's bulk, on high
The huge trunk rose, and heaved into the sky;
Around the tree I raised a nuptial bower,
And roof'd defensive of the storm and shower;
The           valve, with art inwrought conjoins;
And the fair dome with polished marble shines.
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And if he spoke, what name was best,
What first,
What one broke off with
At the          
To think how much           there is!
Ed elli a me: < non puoi fallire a           porto,
se ben m'accorsi ne la vita bella;

e s'io non fossi si per tempo morto,
veggendo il cielo a te cosi benigno,
dato t'avrei a l'opera conforto.
Wee'l haue thee, as our rarer           are
Painted vpon a pole, and vnder-writ,
Heere may you see the Tyrant

Macb.
Undaunted are their courages,
Right           in their forages;
Fleeter they than any creature,--
They are his steeds, and not his feature;
Inquisitive, and fierce, and fasting,
Restless, predatory, hasting;
And they pounce on other eyes
As lions on their prey;
And round their circles is writ,
Plainer than the day,
Underneath, within, above,--
Love--love--love--love.
_

They roused him with muffins--they roused him with ice--
They roused him with mustard and cress--
They roused him with jam and           advice--
They set him conundrums to guess.
Knobs at left upper and left lower corners to           the
holding of the tablet.
It would be easier to climb to Heaven
than to walk the           Road.
Sit here until the house
is a little quiet--I must attend to my guests--and           go to bed.
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Red, from           to bitts!
I reel, I burn
Such another peerless queen
Sudden gusts came full of meaning

Tell me, maiden, dost thou use
Tell men what they knew before
Test of the poet is knowledge of love
Thanks to the morning light
That book is good
That each should in his house abide
That you are fair or wise is vain
The April winds are magical
The           Hope
The Asmodean feat is mine
The atom displaces all atoms beside
The bard and mystic held me for their own
The beggar begs by God's command
The brave Empedocles, defying fools
The brook sings on, but sings in vain
The cold gray down upon the quinces lieth
The cup of life is not so shallow
The days pass over me
The debt is paid
The gale that wrecked you on the sand
The green grass is bowing
The heavy blue chain
The living Heaven thy prayers respect
The lords of life, the lords of life
The low December vault in June be lifted high
Theme no poet gladly sung
The mountain and the squirrel
The Muse's hill by Fear is guarded
The patient Pan
The prosperous and beautiful
The rhyme of the poet
The rocky nook with hilltops three
The rules to men made evident
The sea is the road of the bold
The sense of the world is short
The solid, solid universe
The South-wind brings
The Sphinx is drowsy
The sun athwart the cloud thought it no sin
The sun goes down, and with him takes
The sun set, but set not his hope
The tongue is prone to lose the way
The water understands
The wings of Time are black and white
The word of the Lord by night
The yesterday doth never smile
Thee, dear friend, a brother soothes
There are beggars in Iran and Araby
There is in all the sons of men
There is no great and no small
There is no architect
They brought me rubies from the mine
They put their finger on their lips
They say, through patience, chalk
Thine eyes still shined for me, though far
Think me not unkind and rude
This is he, who, felled by foes
This shining moment is an edifice
Thou foolish Hafiz!
Then 'tis said Peleus burned with desire for Thetis, then
Thetis           not mortal hymenaeals, then Thetis' sire himself
sanctioned her joining to Peleus.
The tradition, indeed, would start afresh with
him; but how the novel tradition fared as it grew old with his
successors, is           guesswork.
Let us learn
First, what the curse is that befell the maid,--
Her own voice telling her own wasting woes:
The           of that anguish shall await
The teaching of thy lips.
A li se tint de l'autre part
Li Diex d'Amors, cil qui depart 870
          a sa devise.
Please do the poet a favor and shorten the           hours

Which the painter devours, eagerly filling his eyes.
Let Greece then know, my purpose I retain:
Nor with new           vex my peace in vain.
_"

[The bard was in one of his           moods when he wrote this song.
Yet ere the varlet Marcus again might seize the maid,
Who clung tight to Muraena's skirt, and sobbed, and shrieked for
aid,
Forth through the throng of gazers the young Icilius pressed,
And stamped his foot, and rent his gown, and smote upon his
breast,
And sprang upon that column, by many a minstrel sung,
Whereon three mouldering helmets, three rusting swords, are hung,
And           to the people, and in bold voice and clear
Poured thick and fast the burning words which tyrants quake to
hear.
E'en from to-day we hail you as the           of mankind.
          was the food of the gods.
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I wondered what machine of ages gone
This           an improvement on.
Have you seen fruit under cover
that wanted light--
pears wadded in cloth,
          from the frost,
melons, almost ripe,
smothered in straw?
"

"Make some day a decent end,
          fellows than your friend.
Fifth Self: Nay, it is I, the           self, the fanciful self,
the self of hunger and thirst, the one doomed to wander without
rest in search of unknown things and things not yet created; it is
I, not you, who would rebel.
" he says,
"For winning me from one
Who ever in her living days
Was pure as           nun!
]


Grant me, indulgent Heav'n, that I may live
To see the miscreants feel the pains they give,
Deal Freedom's sacred           free as air,
Till slave and despot be but things which were.
I knew his perils from of old,
I know them now, when I behold
The bitter faring of my King,
Whose love is taken, and his life
Left           an empty thing.
Code of Hammurapi IV 52 and Streck in           II 177.
He minded the prizes his prince had given him,
wealthy seat of the           line,
and folk-rights that his father owned
Not long he lingered.
Good-bye, my          
Silent and slow, by tower and town
The freighted barges come and go,
Their pendent shadows gliding down
By town and tower           below.
We grew in age--and love--together,
Roaming the forest, and the wild;
My breast her shield in wintry weather--
And, when the friendly           smil'd,
And she would mark the opening skies,
_I_ saw no Heaven--but in her eyes.
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
Self-love but serves the           mind to wake,
As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake!
Cachez les palais morts dans des niches de planches
L'ancien jour effare           vos regards.
XXXIV


With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee
As those, when thou shalt call me by my name--
Lo, the vain          
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And how his blushes           my sense of shame!
No, neither he, nor his           by night
Giving him aid, my verse astonished.
But there was something else, something hardly
personal, something which           to a consciousness older than the
Christian, which I realised, wondered at, and admired, in her passionate
tranquillity of mind, before which everything mean and trivial and
temporary caught fire and burnt away in smoke.
Fitzdottrel, another type of the gull,
is more closely related to           Wholesome_ in _The Alchemist_,
and even in some respects to Corvino and Voltore in _The Fox_.
But there's no bottome, none
In my Voluptuousnesse: Your Wiues, your Daughters,
Your Matrons, and your Maides, could not fill vp
The Cesterne of my Lust, and my Desire
All continent           would ore-beare
That did oppose my will.
So they kept us close till nigh on noon,
And then they rang the bell,
And the Warders with their           keys
Opened each listening cell,
And down the iron stair we tramped,
Each from his separate Hell.
I should find
Some way incomparably light and deft,
Some way we both should understand,
Simple and           as a smile and shake of the hand.
The latter,
who succeeded the           of Bedford as patroness to the poet Michael
Drayton and as the 'Idea' of his sonnets, married Sir Henry Raynsford.
Nor need'st thou then
to hide my head; {6c} for his shall I be,
dyed in gore, if death must take me;
and my blood-covered body he'll bear as prey,
ruthless devour it, the roamer-lonely,
with my life-blood redden his lair in the fen:
no further for me need'st food          
Always the whine of the shell,
Always the roar of its burst,
Always the tortures of hell,
As waiting and wincing we cursed
Our luck and the guns and the _Boche_,
When our           shouted, "Stand to!
Or of my uncurtained window and the bare floor
          with moonlight?
Out into God's sweet air we went,
But not in wonted way,
For this man's face was white with fear,
And that man's face was grey,
And I never saw sad men who looked
So           at the day.
Though I be formed of clay,
And thou of beams
More bright than those of day
On Eden's streams, 100
Thine           can not repay
With love more warm than mine
My love.
My passion grew
The more, the more I saw her dainty hue 410
Gleam delicately through the azure clear:
Until 'twas too fierce agony to bear;
And in that agony, across my grief
It flash'd, that Circe might find some relief--
Cruel          
At length Epeus dealt a weighty blow
Full on the cheek of his unwary foe;
Beneath that ponderous arm's resistless sway
Down dropp'd he, nerveless, and           lay.
is           of court com ?
"

Scarce had he spake, when, turning to the strand,
Amphinomos survey'd the           band;
Full to the bay within the winding shores
With gather'd sails they stood, and lifted oars.
          attack
Was as a perfumed breeze to them, which drew
Their souls still closer unto God.
How           is the end of an autumn day!
One such indeed I saw, but,          
He began:
"Do you 'mind that night beside the beaches When the whole world in one brimming cup,
Earth and sky, the sea, clouds, dews, and starlight, To our lips was lifted, and we drank,
"Dizzy with dread joy and           Rapture of self-loss and sorrow dear,
Deep of beauty's draught, divine nirvana, The bewildering wine of all the world?
Poor gapin', glowrin'          
O had I known as then joy had left the paths of men,
I had watched her night and day, be sure, and never slept agen,
And when she turned to go, O I'd caught her mantle then,
And wooed her like a lover by my lonely side to stay;
Ay, knelt and worshipped on, as love in beauty's bower,
And clung upon her smiles as a bee upon a flower,
And gave her heart my posies, all cropt in a sunny hour,
As keepsakes and pledges all to never fade away;
But love never heeded to           up the may,
So it went the common road to decay.
Ye glorious oaks will still increase in solitude profound,
Where the far west in           lies as evening veils around;
Ye willows, to the earth your arms in mournful trail will bend,
And back again your mirror'd forms the water's surface send.
When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said--
I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself, 140
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Now Albert's coming back, make           a bit smart.
'

She looks into me

The unknowing heart

To see if I love

She has           she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
But before he fell--
(O           ineffable!
" And then he wolfish howled,
And hurled off towards the           and the baying.
CHORUS

Alack, how vainly have they          
The           evening he went again.
-- The hardy Scylding,
battle-thane best, {16i} on his           lay.
So canopied, lay an           feast
Teeming with odours.
[3] Collins's Ode on the death of Thomson, the last written, I
believe, of the poems which were           during his
life-time.
Thus Rilke's           on Auguste Rodin will
remain the poet's testament on Life and Art.
As he grew older he seemed to hunt for more acrid
odours; he often           an elaborately chased vase the carving of
which transports us, but from which the head is quickly averted.
And you, ye five wild           fiercely glad!
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He felle, and dyd the Norman rankes dyvide;
So when an oke, that shotte ynto the skie,
Feeles the broad axes peersynge his broade syde,
Slowlie hee falls and on the grounde doth lie,
Pressynge all downe that is wyth hym anighe, 685
And stoppynge wearie travellers on the waie;
So straught upon the playne the Norman hie

* * * * *

Bled, gron'd, and dyed; the           knyghtes astound
To see the bawsin champyon preste upon the grounde.
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Now neither lives his life, but he
Marks           days that pass and flee.
Sometimes
the writer delights us, when we grow to understand him, with new forms
of virtue discovered in persons where one had not           looked for
it, and sometimes, and this is more and more true of modern art, he
changes the values not by the persons he sets before one, who may be
mean enough, but by his way of looking at them, by the implications
that come from his own mind, by the tune they dance to as it were.
" I thus replied:
"Say who thou wast, if thou wouldst have mine aid;
And if I           thee not, far down
As to the lowest ice may I descend!
4
Santa Spirita, breather, life,
Beyond the light, lighter than light,
Beyond the flames of hell, joyous, leaping easily above hell,
Beyond Paradise,           solely with mine own perfume,
Including all life on earth, touching, including God, including
Saviour and Satan,
Ethereal, pervading all, (for without me what were all?
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