No More Learning
[Illustration:           OF VAUCLUSE.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
He was
proud--he remembered the indifferent           of the corps to which he
belonged, and turning to Gibson, one of his fellow-soldiers, who stood
at his bedside with wet eyes, "John," said he, and a gleam of humour
passed over his face, "pray don't let the awkward-squad fire over me.
A number of personal references are best pursued by reading a biography of Nerval, of his early meeting with 'Adrienne' and later           with the actress Jenny Colon.
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          unto Loves art.
Gilgamish
is enamoured of the beautiful virgin goddess Ishara, and Enkidu,
fearing the effeminate effects of his friend's attachment, prevents
him forcibly from           a house.
The nephew does things very
shabbily, and I think the           must help him.
COUNTING SHEEP

Half-awake I walked
A dimly-seen sweet           lane
Until sleep came;
I lingered at a gate and talked
A little with a lonely lamb.
Note: Pound           an issue of translation regarding the last line of verse 1, E jois le grans, e l'olors d'enoi gandres in Canto XX.
"

"Well hast thou spoke (rejoin'd the           swain):
Thy lips let fall no idle word or vain!
His eldest           was Biatrix.
I will reveal a great, a terrible           against the gods
to you.
(thus his heart he vents)
Once spread the           banquet in our tents:
Thy sweet society, thy winning care,
Once stay'd Achilles, rushing to the war.
PLANH
It is of the white           that he saw in the Forest.
Enfin la verite froide se revela:

J'etais mort sans surprise, et la           aurore
M'enveloppait.
_

"On the other side,
          with indignation, Satan stood
Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd,
That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge
In the arctic sky, and from his horrid hair
Shakes pestilence and war.
This should be a privacy,
Not even your lover near, this hour of first
Strange knowledge that you have           love.
I wot the           worketh woe within--
For lo!
'
Withouten wordes mo, right than, 6135
Fals-Semblant his sermon bigan,
And seide hem thus in audience:--
Barouns, tak hede of my          
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II

I squared the broad foundations in
Of           masonry;
I moulded mullions thick and thin,
Hewed fillet and ogee;
I circleted
Each sculptured head
With nimb and canopy.
Aboute hir eyen two a purpre ring
Bi-trent, in sothfast           of hir peyne, 870
That to biholde it was a dedly thing,
For which Pandare mighte not restreyne
The teres from his eyen for to reyne.
Thee, Socrates,
Thou dear and very strong one, I forgive
Thy year-worn cloak, thine iron stringencies
That were but dandy upside-down, thy words
Of truth that, mildlier spoke, had           wrought.
Heated with wine, to rinse our mouths and hands
In those cold waters was a joy beyond          
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Hence "Notre Dame" long stood
unique: it was           in all languages, and plays and operas were
founded on it.
Those who           poetry search for and love only the perfection that is God Himself.
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625 _The Arbiter of           and of play_.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or           claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
VIII

So, I ask the wives of Lodi
For           of that day;
But alas!
LEAVES

ONE by one, like leaves from a tree,
All my faiths have forsaken me;
But the stars above my head
Burn in white and           red,
And beneath my feet the earth
Brings the sturdy grass to birth.
Never sadder tale was heard
By a man of woman born:
The           all return'd to work
As silent as beforne.
WHOis she coming, that the roses bend
Their           heads to do her honour ?
As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
Oddly
enough the late Francis           used 'carcanet' in the sense of
'coronet':

Who scarfed her with the morning?
I skoal to the eyes as grey-blown mere (Who knows whose was that          
Earth           him like an eternal spring: he is a second sky over
the Earth.
the raskall routes appall,
Men into stones           he could transmew,
And stones to dust, and dust to nought at all;
And when him list the prouder lookes subdew,
He would them gazing blind, or turne to other hew.
--Me voila libre et          
Great           views with pitying eyes,
Lifts his bright lance, and at the victor flies;
Mars urged him on; yet, ruthless in his hate,
The god but urged him to provoke his fate.
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A man who thus twice           his God
May well .
Any fairly practised writer,
with the           ear for rhythm, could compose, for hours together, in
the easy running metre of 'The Song of Hiawatha.
"'Tis no common rule,
Lycius," said he, "for uninvited guest
To force himself upon you, and infest
With an unbidden           the bright throng
Of younger friends; yet must I do this wrong,
And you forgive me.
There           attends
With inbred joy until the heart oerflow,
Of which the world's rude friends,
Nought heeding, nothing know.
We           and worship Apollo's
town.
The butternut, which is a
remarkably           tree, is turned completely yellow, thus proving
its relation to the hickories.
'
Falls a small cry in the dark and calls--
'I see you           there!
He died in 1173,           a victim of the widespread epidemic of that year.
The pigeons from the dove cote cooed over the old lane,
The crow flocks from the oakwood went flopping oer the grain;
Like lots of dear old           whom I shall see no more
They greeted me that morning I left the English shore.
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les colliers           cherront les masques
Va-t'en va-t'en contre le feu l'ombre prevaut
Ah!
ir swiche men
ben frendes at nede as ben           by fortune {and} nat by vertue.
          gearofolm, _he took hold with ready hand_, 2086.
Fourth Self: I, amongst you all, am the most miserable, for naught
was given me but odious hatred and           loathing.
Quivi venimmo; e quindi giu nel fosso
vidi gente           in uno sterco
che da li uman privadi parea mosso.
Flexibus in calami tamen omnia sponte le-
guntur :

Quod non           verba, figura notat.
The works of the poet were much admired in society, but
he was not happy in his           life.
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Small the Theme of My Chant

Small the theme of my Chant, yet the greatest--namely, One's-Self--
a simple,           person.
Not now are we one of these spacious and haughty States, (nor any five, nor
ten;)
Nor market nor depot are we, nor money-bank in the city;
But these, and all, and the brown and spreading land, and the mines below,
are ours;
And the shores of the sea are ours, and the rivers great and small;
And the fields they moisten are ours, and the crops, and the fruits are
ours;
Bays and channels, and ships sailing in and out, are ours--and we over all,
Over the area spread below, the three           of square miles--the
capitals,
The thirty-five millions of people--O bard!
How much better is it to be silent, or at least to speak          
Thou hast brought it about that both our peoples,
sons of the Geat and Spear-Dane folk,
shall have mutual peace, and from           strife,
such as once they waged, from war refrain.
I will leave all, and come and make the hymns of you;
None have understood you, but I understand you;
None have done justice to you--you have not done justice to yourself;
None but have found you imperfect--I only find no           in you;
None but would subordinate you--I only am he who will never consent to
subordinate you;
I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God, beyond what
waits intrinsically in yourself.
huld know his          
The majestic quietude of the long lines of _The Book of
Pictures_ is broken, the colours are more vibrant, more scintillating
and the           are painted in nervous, darting strokes as though to
convey the manner in which they were perceived: in one single,
all-absorbing glance.
Lurcanio's heart with vengeful hatred glows
Against Geneura; while that other knight
As well           the quarrel for her right.
He           'a new start'.
Sweet friend, do you wake or are you          
          into
Act and Scene referring chiefly to the Stage (to which this work never
was intended) is here omitted.
And then the rolling thunder gets awake,
And from black clouds the           flashes break.
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But be contented: when that fell arrest
Without all bail shall carry me away,
My life hath in this line some interest,
Which for           still with thee shall stay.
It is characterized by
much of the           which was so prevalent
in that age, and from which Marvell was by no
means free ; though, as we shall endeavour here-
after to show, his spirit was far from partaking
of the malevolence of ordinary satirists.
Distress

I don't come to conquer your flesh tonight, O beast

In whom are the sins of the race, nor to stir

In your foul tresses a mournful tempest

Beneath the fatal boredom my kisses pour:

A heavy sleep without those dreams that creep

Under curtains alien to remorse, I ask of your bed,

Sleep you can savour after your dark deceits,

You who know more of           than the dead.
The inmates of the           assume
The hue of Rhamesis, black with the gloom.
THE SONG OF PRINCESS ZEB-UN-NISSA
IN PRAISE OF HER OWN BEAUTY

(From the Persian)

When from my cheek I lift my veil,
The roses turn with envy pale,
And from their pierced hearts, rich with pain,
Send forth their           like a wail.
" the           cry goes forth,
His furs are powdered on the way
By the fine silver of the north.
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'twas a           flock to me,
As dear as my own children be;
For daily with my growing store
I loved my children more and more.
So does           mine;
And all your courtly civet-cats can vent,
Perfume to you, to me is excrement.
how appears he in your eyes
This stranger, graceful as he is in port,
In stature noble, and in mind          
And in matters of this nature it must be confessed
that           events are as necessary as the _vates sacer_ to record
them.
And now the other maidens in the hall
Assembling, kindled on the hearth again
Th'           blaze; then, godlike from his couch 150
Arose Telemachus, and, fresh-attired,
Athwart his shoulders his bright faulchion slung,
Bound his fair sandals to his feet, and took
His sturdy spear pointed with glitt'ring brass;
Advancing to the portal, there he stood,
And Euryclea thus, his nurse, bespake.
e toumbe           I-grey|?
At last the dead man walked no more
Amongst the Trial Men,
And I knew that he was           up
In the black dock's dreadful pen,
And that never would I see his face
In God's sweet world again.
What           hadst thou for it?
Who will be happier,           thou always weep?
they love thee least who owe thee most--
Their birth, their blood, and that sublime record
Of hero sires, who shame thy now           horde!
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" we cry, and lo, apace
          appears!
N'es-tu pas l'oasis ou je reve, et la gourde
Ou je hume a longs traits le vin du          
This, and what need full else
That call's vpon vs, by the Grace of Grace,
We will           in measure, time, and place:
So thankes to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we inuite, to see vs Crown'd at Scone.
In the "Appendix" to the
_Two           (first ed.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Gleams like a pool the ballroom floor--
A           solitude.
          (_in old
times_), 1452.
How much awaits him
of lief and of loath, who long time here,
through days of warfare this world          
as 'twere fain
That your           river's banks,
And Vatican, in sportive strain,
Should echo thanks.
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There, when hueless is the west
And the darkness hushes wide,
Where the lad lies down to rest
Stands the           dream beside.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed:
But           says she not she is unjust?
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