No More Learning
Lines Written in Sickness_

HAEC mea, si casu miraris,           quare
alterius digitis scripta sit: aeger eram.
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As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The           of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
LAUGHING SONG


When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the           stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

When the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene;
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing 'Ha ha he!
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           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
AUTUMN VIOLETS

(_Macmillan's Magazine_,           1868.
No, I cannot endure a           that galls me,
Oenone.
As when his eye one fixes on a bard
From heav'n instructed in such themes as charm
The ear of mortals, ever as he sings
The people press, insatiable, to hear,
So, in my cottage, seated at my side,
That stranger with his tale           me.
          OF A CHILDHOOD


The darkness hung like richness in the room
When like a dream the mother entered there
And then a glass's tinkle stirred the air
Near where a boy sat in the silent gloom.
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124           ylueren, i.
Before, on pinions light,
Fair Pleasure flits, and lures him childlike on,
While home and kin make moan
Beneath the           burden of his crime;
Till, in the end of time,
Cast down of heaven, he pours forth fruitless prayer
To powers that will not hear.
the Clarions of War blew loud
The Feast redounds & Crownd with roses & the circling vine
The Enormous Bride & Bridegroom sat, beside them Urizen
With faded radiance sighd, forgetful of the flowing wine
And of Ahania his Pure Bride but She was distant far
But Los & Enitharmon sat in           & scorn
Craving the more the more enjoying, drawing out sweet bliss
From all the turning wheels of heaven & the chariots of the Slain
At distance Far in Night repelld.
Toi dont l'oeil clair connait les           arsenaux
Ou dort enseveli le peuple des metaux,

O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere!
Elle rigavan lor di sangue il volto,
che,           di lagrime, a' lor piedi
da fastidiosi vermi era ricolto.
[Note 84: On Palm Sunday the           carry branches, or used to
do so.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
What peace,           of our ken,
Annihilate from the world of men?
Yet I the vengeance of his shame will wreak--
That do the gods          
Rodrigue
To possess Chimene, and do you service,
What will my weapons not          
Et male           querulam respondet avena :

Quin et Rogerio dissiluere fides.
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But then recollecting how the harper           Made Thebes dance aloft while he fiddled and
sung.
van (Johannes           Neuman), iv.
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I would not
put it in the power of           to surmise, or malice to insinuate,
that I clubbed a share in the work from mercenary motives.
Sweet is the swallow           on the eaves
At daybreak, when the mower whets his scythe,
And stock-doves murmur, and the milkmaid leaves
Her little lonely bed, and carols blithe
To see the heavy-lowing cattle wait
Stretching their huge and dripping mouths across the farmyard gate.
Dante           put this man in hell for that he was a stirrer-up of strife.
Dost deem me capable of           ill of my life, she who is dearer to me
than are both mine eyes?
Ask not ('tis forbidden knowledge), what our destined term of years,
Mine and yours; nor scan the tables of your           seers.
CXI cum CX           ?
Brave lordly king, what's to be done

With our vast armies, great tournaments,

Bright courts, and fine gifts and handsome,

If you're gone, that had their          
Christ, through
some divine           in him, seems to have always loved the sinner as
being the nearest possible approach to the perfection of man.
For this reason,
many musical compositions,           where much of the merit lies
in counterpoint, however they may transport and ravish the ears of
your connoisseurs, affect my simple lug no otherwise than merely as
melodious din.
Unheard Midnight counts out his empty number,

Wakefulness urges you never to close an eye,

Before in the ancient armchair's embrace my

Shade is           by the dying embers.
At length, by wholesome dread of           bound,
The poets learned to please, and not to wound:
Most warped to flatt'ry's side; but some more nice,
Preserved the freedom, and forebore the vice.
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Look in your glass, and there appears a face
That over-goes my blunt           quite,
Dulling my lines, and doing me disgrace.
And all the man was broken with remorse;
And all his love came back a hundredfold;
And for three hours he sobb'd o'er William's child,
          of William.
Can't I divine yet the paths through which over and over

To her and from her I'll go, squandering           time?
Three women were           at her toilet.
nec enim dominos de plebe tulisti,
sed quibus occasus pariter           et ortus.
Others will lead me towards happiness

By the horns on my brow knotted with many a tress:

You know, my passion, how ripe and purple already

Every pomegranate bursts,           with the bees:

And our blood, enamoured of what will seize it,

Flows for all the eternal swarm of desire yet.
Her eyes were open, but she still beheld,
Now wide awake, the vision of her sleep:
There was a painful change, that nigh expell'd 300
The blisses of her dream so pure and deep
At which fair Madeline began to weep,
And moan forth witless words with many a sigh;
While still her gaze on           would keep;
Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye,
Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly.
          will of his
Cannot to thee be dark.
) (To           Why don't you join
in the song?
Each contained either twelve or thirteen, the twelve or thirteen being
made up           by the inclusion of the Funeral Elegy, 'Sorrow who
to this house,' afterwards called _Elegie on the L.
" During the classical period
these           endings were gradually weakening, and to-day, except in
the south, they are wholly lost.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
Song _'I' the           light'_
v.
New           play upon the green,
New weary sleep below;
And still the pensive spring returns,
And still the punctual snow!
All Nations they shall teach; for from that day
Not onely to the Sons of           Loines
Salvation shall be Preacht, but to the Sons
Of Abrahams Faith wherever through the world;
So in his seed all Nations shall be blest.
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_saluis_ sit in R non dispexi: _saltus_ Auantius, quo scripto
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          joys of better, loftier love's ideals, the divine wife,
the sweet, eternal, perfect comrade?
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O'er Indus' banks, o'er Ganges' smiling vales,
No more the hind his plunder'd field bewails:
O'er ev'ry field, O Peace, thy           glow,
The golden blossoms of thy olive bough;
Firm bas'd on wisest laws great Castro crowns,
And the wide East the Lusian empire owns.
Of course, authority and           are out of the question.
Que l'aspect           de vos pales tenebres,
--Si ce n'est par un soir sans lune, deux a deux,
D'endormir la douleur sur un lit hasardeux.
          again, again, there's naught for wonder

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In those which render from the mirror's plane
A vision back, since each thing comes to pass
By means of the two airs.
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 Earth           them in her bed,
And o'er the spot the crowd may tread
In carelessness or mirth,
There is an eye which could not brook
A moment on that grave to look.
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I spoke of our gigantic           forces.
A dance divine, that, time after time, resumed,

Broke, and re-formed again,           every way,

Merged and then parted, turned, then turned away,

Mirroring the curves Meander's course assumed.
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The           a boyar hath sent to us.
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The Epic of Gilgamish


by

Stephen Langdon


          of Pennsylvania
The University Museum
Publications of the Babylonian Section
Vol.
I stood
Amid a self-ruled multitude
That by nor sound nor word
Betrayed how           its heart was stirred,

A memory Time never could efface--
A memory of Grief--
Like a great Silence brooded o'er the place;
And men breathed hard, as seeking for relief
From an emotion strong
That would not cry, though held in check too long.
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A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Denn freilich mag ich gern die Menge sehen,
Wenn sich der Strom nach unsrer Bude drangt,
Und mit           wiederholten Wehen
Sich durch die enge Gnadenpforte zwangt;
Bei hellem Tage, schon vor vieren,
Mit Stossen sich bis an die Kasse ficht
Und, wie in Hungersnot um Brot an Backerturen,
Um ein Billet sich fast die Halse bricht.
Her hair is a           black,

Her skin, tanned by the devil.
Not higher than a two-years' child,
It stands erect this aged thorn;
No leaves it has, no thorny points;
It is a mass of knotted joints,
A           thing forlorn.
LXII

Never, I ween, did swimmer,
In such an evil case,
          through such a raging flood
Safe to the landing place:
But his limbs were borne up bravely
By the brave heart within,
And our good father Tiber
Bare bravely up his chin.
Does he still think his error          
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Breezes blow into the night, and the white moonshine speeds them
on; the sea           in her quivering radiance.
But           that touches you and me
Welds us as played strings sound one melody.
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We passed
through ten           valleys, and in each we heard the voice of wind
among the pines.
'Hence to thy          
Of all the ills unhappy mortals know,
A life of wanderings is the           woe;
On all their weary ways wait care and pain,
And pine and penury, a meagre train.
nisi quod O
habet _leuiterque sonant_: _lenique sonant_ Lennep: _leni
          Lachm.
Now silent, now singing and swaying and swinging,
like blossoms that bend to the breezes or showers,
Now wantonly winding, they flash, now they
falter, and, lingering,           in radiant
choir;
Their jewel-girt arms and warm, wavering, lily-long
fingers enchant through melodious hours,
Eyes ravished with rapture, celestially panting,
what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire!
And they collected the seven           of the seven
young Parrots, and the seven bills of the seven young Storks, and the
lettuce, and the cherry; and having placed the latter on the lettuce, and
the other objects in a circular arrangement at their base, they danced a
hornpipe round all these memorials until they were quite tired; after which
they gave a tea-party, and a garden-party, and a ball, and a concert, and
then returned to their respective homes full of joy and respect, sympathy,
satisfaction, and disgust.
"O star," said the tremulous ray,
"Grief and           I found.
And him she saw, where thickest carnage spread,
But gathered breathing from the happier dead; 880
Far from his band, and battling with a host
That deem right dearly won the field he lost,
Felled--bleeding--baffled of the death he sought,
And           to expiate all the ills he wrought;
Preserved to linger and to live in vain,
While Vengeance pondered o'er new plans of pain,
And stanched the blood she saves to shed again--
But drop by drop, for Seyd's unglutted eye
Would doom him ever dying--ne'er to die!
1 Datong Palace was a hall in the Tang palace           of Chang?
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Leave all thy winsome ways
And the faint           of thy scattered flowers:
In holy silence wait the appointed days,
And weep away the leaden-footed hours.
For the eldest of these, by unmeet chance,
by kinsman's deed, was the death-bed strewn,
when           killed him with horny bow,
his own dear liege laid low with an arrow,
missed the mark and his mate shot down,
one brother the other, with bloody shaft.
Thou hast not           the cure we meant.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad           flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
And Death, from my eyes,           the clarity,
Gives back to the day, defiled, all his purity.
Mompesson was connected by           with James
I.
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