No More Learning
With such a book
Before our eyes, we could not choose but read
Lessons of genuine brotherhood, the plain 545
And           reason of mankind,
The truths of young and old.
IV

O           de la chair!
Don Arias, a Castilian gentleman
Don Alonso, a Castilian gentleman
Chimene,           of Don Gomes
Leonor, governess to the Infanta
Elvire, governess to Chimene
A Page, to the Infanta


Act I Scene I (Chimene, Elvire)

Chimene
Is the report you bring me now sincere?
'

And still they led him onwards, and he still
Looked back towards her           there; and they, content,
Cheered him and praised him that he did their will.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
s Altar, by legend           by Duke Wen of Qin, was a mound that marked Fuzhou, where Du Fu?
There was no Band, but they all sang "The Place
where the old Horse died" as something           and appropriate to the
occasion.
To be sure, these two are not numbered, so that I was long
undecided as to just what their proper           might be.
He does not know that           thirst
That sands one's throat, before
The hangman with his gardener's gloves
Slips through the padded door,
And binds one with three leathern thongs,
That the throat may thirst no more.
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Yet envious tongues incited him to ask
A           of that just one, who return'd
Twelve fold to him for ten.
'If our own will as others' law we bind,
If the foul worship trampled here we fear;
If as           we cease to love our kind!
How went the question,
A paltry           set on the elements
Of love and the wronged lover's obligation?
Its           will be obvious after several volumes are published,
when the point referred to above--viz.
Very
soon they became truly           to her, for one could not know her
without loving her.
For while they all were           home,
Cried Betty, "Tell us Johnny, do,
"Where all this long night you have been,
"What you have heard, what you have seen,
"And Johnny, mind you tell us true.
Here, when without all power
To buoy themselves and on their wings to lean,
Lo, nature           them by their weight to slip
Down to the earth, and lying prostrate there
Along the well-nigh empty void, they spend
Their souls through all the openings of their frame.
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CORYDON
"This bristling boar's head, Delian Maid, to thee,
With branching antlers of a           stag,
Young Micon offers: if his luck but hold,
Full-length in polished marble, ankle-bound
With purple buskin, shall thy statue stand.
Lo these starry hosts
They are thy           if thou wilt obey my awful Law
Los answerd furious art thou one of those who when most complacent
Mean mischief most.
KAU}
Casting their           dire abroad into the dismal deep {Alternate reading of "sparkles" for "sparkies.
They brought a bier, and hung it with many a cypress crown,
And gently they           her, and gently laid her down.
Then to my lord, where by the meadow side
He prays the           nymphs.
Chacun de vous m'a fait un temple dans son coeur;
Vous avez, en secret, baise ma fesse          
Note: Ronsard's later           to 'Marie' were written for the Duke of Anjou (the future Henri III) whose mistress Marie de Cleves died in 1574.
And Danaus, our sire and guide,
The king of counsel, pond'ring well
The dice of fortune as they fell,
Out of two griefs the kindlier chose,
And bade us fly, with him beside,
Heedless what winds or waves arose,
And o'er the wide sea waters haste,
Until to Argos' shore at last
Our wandering pinnace came--
Argos, the           home
Of her from whom we boast to come--
Io, the ox-horned maiden, whom,
After long wandering, woe, and scathe,
Zeus with a touch, a mystic breath,
Made mother of our name.
Io volsi 'l viso, e 'l passo non men tosto,
appresso i savi, che           sie,
che l'andar mi facean di nullo costo.
And the clear constellations, that infinite throng,
While thousand rich           swelled in their song,
Replying, bowed meekly their diamond-blaze--
And the blue waves, which nothing may bind or arrest,
Chorus'd forth, as they stooped the white foam of their crest
"Creator!
No annual           or muster of soldiery, no celebration with its
scarfs and banners, could import into the town a hundredth part of the
annual splendor of our October.
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.
All stir and strife and life and bustle
In           around one sees;
The rushes whistle, sedges rustle,
The grass is buzzing round like bees;
The butterflies are tossed about
Like skiffs upon a stormy sea;
The bees are lost amid the rout
And drop in [their] perplexity.
TO           AND FURIUS IN DEFENCE OF HIS MUSE'S HONESTY.
The brazen heaven is not yet           to him.
"

With a roar and a grunt the Biharin rose to his feet and plunged forward
toward the desert, his driver           with shouts and lamentation.
Leon Bailby

Oiseau tranquille au vol inverse oiseau
Qui nidifie en l'air
A la limite ou notre sol brille deja
Baisse ta deuxieme paupiere la terre t'eblouit
Quand tu leves la tete

Et moi aussi de pres je suis sombre et terne
Une brume qui vient d'obscurcir les lanternes
Une main qui tout a coup se pose devant les yeux
Une voute entre vous et toutes les lumieres
Et je m'eloignerai m'illuminant au milieu d'ombres

Et d'alignements d'yeux des astres bien-aimes

Oiseau tranquille au vol inverse oiseau
Qui nidifie en l'air
A la limite ou brille deja ma memoire
Baisse ta deuxieme paupiere
Ni a cause du soleil ni a cause de la terre
Mais pour ce feu oblong dont l'intensite ira s'augmentant
Au point qu'il           un jour l'unique lumiere

Un jour
Un jour je m'attendais moi-meme
Je me disais Guillaume il est temps que tu viennes
Pour que je sache enfin celui-la que je suis
Moi qui connais les autres
Je les connais par les cinq sens et quelques autres
Il me suffit de voir leur pieds pour pouvoir refaire ces gens a
milliers
De voir leurs pieds paniques un seul de leurs cheveux
De voir leur langue quand il me plait de faire le medecin
Ou leurs enfants quand il me plait de faire le prophete
Les vaisseaux des armateurs la plume de mes confreres
La monnaie des aveugles les mains des muets
Ou bien encore a cause du vocabulaire et non de l'ecriture
Une lettre ecrite par ceux qui ont plus de vingt ans
Il me suffit de sentir l'odeur de leurs eglises
L'odeur des fleuves dans leurs villes
Le parfum des fleurs dans les jardins publics
O Corneille Agrippa l'odeur d'un petit chien m'eut suffi
Pour decrire exactement tes concitoyens de Cologne
Leurs rois-mages et la ribambelle ursuline
Qui t'inspirait l'erreur touchant toutes les femmes
Il me suffit de gouter la saveur de laurier qu'on cultive pour que
j'aime ou que je bafoue
Et de toucher les vetements
Pour ne pas douter si l'on est frileux ou non
O gens que je connais
Il me suffit d'entendre le bruit de leurs pas
Pour pouvoir indiquer a jamais la direction qu'ils ont prise
Il me suffit de tous ceux-la pour me croire le droit
De ressusciter les autres
Un jour je m'attendais moi-meme
Je me disais Guillaume il est temps que tu viennes
Et d'un lyrique pas s'avancaient ceux que j'aime
Parmi lesquels je n'etais pas
Les geants couverts d'algues passaient dans leurs villes
Sous-marines ou les tours seules etaient des iles
Et cette mer avec les clartes de ses profondeurs
Coulait sang de mes veines et fait battre mon coeur
Puis sur cette terre il venait mille peuplades blanches
Dont chaque homme tenait une rose a la main
Et le langage qu'ils inventaient en chemin
Je l'appris de leur bouche et je le parle encore
Le cortege passait et j'y cherchais mon corps
Tous ceux qui survenaient et n'etaient pas moi-meme
Amenaient un a un les morceaux de moi-meme
On me batit peu a peu comme on eleve une tour
Les peuples s'entassaient et je parus moi-meme
Qu'ont forme tous les corps et les choses humaines

Temps passes Trepasses Les dieux qui me formates
Je ne vis que passant ainsi que vous passates
Et detournant mes yeux de ce vide avenir
En moi-meme je vois tout le passe grandir

Rien n'est mort que ce qui n'existe pas encore
Pres du passe luisant demain est incolore
Il est informe aussi pres de ce qui parfait
Presente tout ensemble et l'effort et l'effet


MARIZIBILL

Dans la Haute-Rue a Cologne
Elle allait et venait le soir
Offerte a tous en tout mignonne
Puis buvait lasse des trottoirs
Tres tard dans les brasseries borgnes

Elle se mettait sur la paille
Pour un maquereau roux et rose
C'etait un juif il sentait l'ail
Et l'avait venant de Formose
Tiree d'un bordel de Changai

Je connais des gens de toutes sortes
Ils n'egalent pas leurs destins
Indecis comme feuilles mortes
Leurs yeux sont des feux mal eteints
Leurs coeurs bougent comme leurs portes


LE VOYAGEUR

A Fernand Fleuret

Ouvrez-moi cette porte ou je frappe en pleurant

La vie est variable aussi bien que l'Euripe

Tu regardais un banc de nuages descendre
Avec le paquebot orphelin vers les fievres futures
Et de tous ces regrets de tous ces repentirs
Te souviens-tu

Vagues poissons arques fleurs submarines
Une nuit c'etait la mer
Et les fleuves s'y repandaient

Je m'en souviens je m'en souviens encore

Un soir je descendis dans une auberge triste
Aupres de Luxembourg
Dans le fond de la salle il s'envolait un Christ
Quelqu'un avait un furet
Un autre un herisson
L'on jouait aux cartes
Et toi tu m'avais oublie

Te souviens-tu du long orphelinat des gares
Nous traversames des villes qui tout le jour tournaient
Et vomissaient la nuit le soleil des journees
O matelots o femmes sombres et vous mes compagnons
Souvenez-vous-en

Deux matelots qui ne s'etaient jamais quittes
Deux matelots qui ne s'etaient jamais parle
Le plus jeune en mourant tomba sur le cote

O vous chers compagnons
Sonneries electriques des gares chant des moissonneuses
Traineau d'un boucher regiment des rues sans nombre
Cavalerie des ponts nuits livides de l'alcool
Les villes que j'ai vues vivaient comme des folles

Te souviens-tu des banlieues et du troupeau plaintif des paysages

Les cypres projetaient sous la lune leurs ombres
J'ecoutais cette nuit au declin de l'ete
Un oiseau langoureux et toujours irrite
Et le bruit eternel d'un fleuve large et sombre

Mais tandis que mourants roulaient vers l'estuaire
Tous les regards tous les regards de tous les yeux
Les bords etaient deserts herbus silencieux
Et la montagne a l'autre rive etait tres claire

Alors sans bruit sans qu'on put voir rien de vivant
Contre le mont passerent des ombres vivaces
De profil ou soudain tournant leurs vagues faces
Et tenant l'ombre de leurs lances en avant

Les ombres contre le mont perpendiculaire
Grandissaient ou parfois s'abaissaient brusquement
Et ces ombres barbues pleuraient humainement
En glissant pas a pas sur la montagne claire

Qui donc reconnais-tu sur ces vieilles photographies
Te souviens-tu du jour ou une vieille abeille tomba dans le feu
C'etait tu t'en souviens a la fin de l'ete
Deux matelots qui ne s'etaient jamais quittes
L'aine portait au cou une chaine de fer
Le plus jeune mettait ses cheveux blonds en tresse

Ouvrez-moi cette porte ou je frappe en pleurant

La vie est variable aussi bien que l'Euripe


MARIE

Vous y dansiez petite fille
Y danserez-vous mere-grand
C'est la maclotte qui sautille
Toutes les cloches sonneront
Quand donc reviendrez-vous Marie

Les masques sont silencieux
Et la musique est si lointaine
Qu'elle semble venir des cieux
Oui je veux vous aimer mais vous aimer a peine
Et mon mal est delicieux

Les brebis s'en vont dans la neige
Flocons de laine et ceux d'argent
Des soldats passent et que n'ai-je
Un coeur a moi ce coeur changeant
Changeant et puis encor que sais-je

Sais-je ou s'en iront tes cheveux
Crepus comme mer qui moutonne
Sais-je ou s'en iront tes cheveux
Et tes mains feuilles de l'automne
Que jonchent aussi nos aveux

Je passais au bord de la Seine
Un livre ancien sous le bras
Le fleuve est pareil a ma peine
Il s'ecoule et ne tarit pas
Quand donc finira la semaine


LA BLANCHE NEIGE

Les anges les anges dans le ciel
L'un est vetu en officier
L'un est vetu en cuisinier
Et les autres chantent

Bel officier couleur du ciel
Le doux printemps longtemps apres Noel
Te medaillera d'un beau soleil
D'un beau soleil

Le cuisinier plume les oies
Ah!
forsake not thy           bridal
chamber.
And fro this world, almighty god I preye,
          hir sone; I can no-more seye.
Come to me, God; but do not come
To me as to the General Doom
In power; or come Thou in that state
When Thou Thy laws did'st promulgate,
Whenas the           quaked for dread,
And sullen clouds bound up his head.
Certo io piangea,           a un de' rocchi
del duro scoglio, si che la mia scorta
mi disse: <
The           signify "Aerated Bread Company,
Limited.
Spirit, the          
Satire is, indeed, the
only sort of composition in which the Latin poets, whose works
have come down to us, were not mere           of foreign models;
and it is therefore the only sort of composition in which they
have never been rivalled.
Although unknown to fame mayhap,
He's a           little chap.
O          
          the fight between Archimago and
Sansloy, and explain the double allegory.
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Lorsque enfin il mettra le pied sur notre echine,
Nous           esperer et crier: En avant!
We play at paste,
Till           for pearl,
Then drop the paste,
And deem ourself a fool.
Return O Wanderer when the Day of Clouds is oer
So saying he sunk down into the sea a pale white corse*
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His Spectre issuing from his feet in flames of fire
In dismal gnawing pain drawn out by her lovd fingers every nerve t
She counted.
Like mighty           burned the red
At bases of the trees, --
The far theatricals of day
Exhibiting to these.
          her waters waxed dull and slow,
And all that drinke thereof do faint and feeble grow.
Speak, Prince of Ithaca; and be't of less expect
That matter needless, of           burden,
Divide thy lips than we are confident,
When rank Thersites opes his mastic jaws,
We shall hear music, wit, and oracle.
Gradasso came, and at his helmet layed,
Wielding with either hand his           blade.
Over the monstrous           sea,
Over the Caliban sea,
Bright Ariel-cloud, thou lingerest:
Oh wait, oh wait, in the warm red West, --
Thy Prospero I'll be.
quare illud satis est, si nobis is datur unis
quem lapide illa diem           notat.
Messire           tire par la cravate
Ses petits pantins noirs grimacant sur le ciel,
Et, leur claquant au front un revers de savate,
Les fait danser, danser aux sons d'un vieux Noel!
Grant they could,
Yet by their meetings and their unions all,
Naught would result, indeed, besides a throng
And hurly-burly all of living things--
Precisely as men, and cattle, and wild beasts,
By mere           each with each
Can still beget not anything of new.
His ruddy face
shone with genial humor; his eyes sparkled and a           smile hovered
around his lips.
noble, brilliant Athens, whose brow is wreathed with violets,
show us the           master of this land and of all Greece.
The passion of the sword rages high, the accursed fury of war,
and wrath over all: even as when flaming sticks are heaped roaring loud
under the sides of a seething cauldron, and the boiling water leaps up;
the river of water within smokes           and swells high in
overflowing foam, and now the wave contains itself no longer; the dark
steam flies aloft.
Might he know
How conscious           could grow,
Till love that was, and love too blest to be,
Meet -- and the junction be Eternity?
And I said, "I will seek that city and the           thereof.
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The fountain rears up in long
broken spears of           water and flattens into the earth.
It came without a           print ed some very good contributions.
My reason, the           to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Who can           now your hertes werre?
His beauty once their beauty tried;
They could not feed him, and he died,
And           backward as in scorn,
To wait an aeon to be born.
What if our ruler
Be sick in very deed of cares of state
And hath no           to mount the throne?
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Only Jean Chouan stayed behind to watch
The           of the enemy.
The bright eyes which so struck my fenceless side
That they alone which harm'd can heal the smart
Beyond or power of herbs or magic art,
Or stone which oceans from our shores divide,
The chance of other love have so denied
That one sweet thought alone contents my heart,
From           which if ne'er my tongue depart,
Pity the guided though you blame the guide.
Laughing as they look beneath them
On the brightly           market,
Where are dancing bear and she-bear
To the droning of the bagpipes.
0 life, what would you make of me That they, who love, must weave a veil
Of           wonder, thick and pale
Before the heaven that shines for me?
No, if I be wise, I'll dissemble it; if
honest, I'll avoid it, lest I publish that on my own           which I saw
there noted without a title.
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" said I, hastily,           him.
Would'st _thou_ such           close of bands endure
For golden Venus lying at thy side?
(Tritt ehrerbietig vor           zuruck.
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Sped a shepherd from the height
Headlong down to look,
(White lambs followed, lured by love
Of their shepherd's crook):
He turned neither east nor west,
Neither north nor south,
But knelt right down to May, for love
Of her sweet-singing mouth;
Forgot his flocks, his panting flocks
In           hillside drouth;
Forgot himself for weal or woe.
The spider as an artist
Has never been employed
Though his           merit
Is freely certified

By every broom and Bridget
Throughout a Christian land.
Non potea l'uomo ne' termini suoi
mai sodisfar, per non potere ir giuso
con umiltate           poi,

quanto disobediendo intese ir suso;
e questa e la cagion per che l'uom fue
da poter sodisfar per se dischiuso.
(Leonor and Page leave)

Just Heaven, whose help I need,
Put an end to the evil that possesses me,
Protect my           and my honour.
My banquet is to close our           up
After our great good cheer.
Articus thus apostrophizes Faustula:--

Ah meretrix oblique tuens, ait Articus illi--
          sponsae cupidus quam mungit adulter!
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About your          
by the means           of the ends,
By spirit robbed of power, by warmth of friend
By wealth of followers!
His mighty club no longer beat
The forehead of the bull; but he
Reeled as of yore beside the sea,
When, blinded by Oenopion,
He sought the blacksmith at his forge,
And,           up the mountain gorge,
Fixed his blank eyes upon the sun.
He begged           to be allowed to retire from Court.
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And age in love, loves not to have years told:
          I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.
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The Grecians seek their ships, and clear the strand,
All, but the martial Myrmidonian band:
These yet assembled great Achilles holds,
And the stern purpose of his mind unfolds:

"Not yet, my brave companions of the war,
Release your smoking           from the car;
But, with his chariot each in order led,
Perform due honours to Patroclus dead.
Da steigt ein Dampf, dort ziehen Schwaden,
Hier           Glut aus Dunst und Flor
Dann schleicht sie wie ein zarter Faden
Dann bricht sie wie ein Quell hervor.
who find thee          
A pair of           ajar just stir --
An almanac's aware.
Ah wherefore           thou not?
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