No More Learning
ei ben a manere           of ?
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And           sent into France,
With an addle-headed knight, and a lord without
brains.
'

"To whom with tears: 'These rites, O           shade,
Due to thy ghost, shall to thy ghost be paid.
Which, with religion so           his ire.
As she leans, so sweet and soft,
          oft,
O'er the mirror to and fro,
Seems that airy floating bat,
Like a feather
From some sea-gull's wing of snow.
Liberty

On my notebooks from school

On my desk and the trees

On the sand on the snow

I write your name

On every page read

On all the white sheets

Stone blood paper or ash

I write your name

On the golden images

On the soldier's weapons

On the crowns of kings

I write your name

On the jungle the desert

The nests and the bushes

On the echo of childhood

I write your name

On the wonder of nights

On the white bread of days

On the seasons engaged

I write your name

On all my blue rags

On the pond mildewed sun

On the lake living moon

I write your name

On the fields the horizon

The wings of the birds

On the windmill of shadows

I write your name

On each breath of the dawn

On the ships on the sea

On the mountain demented

I write your name

On the foam of the clouds

On the sweat of the storm

On dark insipid rain

I write your name

On the glittering forms

On the bells of colour

On physical truth

I write your name

On the wakened paths

On the opened ways

On the scattered places

I write your name

On the lamp that gives light

On the lamp that is drowned

On my house reunited

I write your name

On the bisected fruit

Of my mirror and room

On my bed's empty shell

I write your name

On my dog greedy tender

On his listening ears

On his awkward paws

I write your name

On the sill of my door

On familiar things

On the fire's sacred stream

I write your name

On all flesh that's in tune

On the brows of my friends

On each hand that extends

I write your name

On the glass of surprises

On lips that attend

High over the silence

I write your name

On my ravaged refuges

On my fallen lighthouses

On the walls of my boredom

I write your name

On passionless absence

On naked solitude

On the marches of death

I write your name

On health that's regained

On danger that's past

On hope without memories

I write your name

By the power of the word

I regain my life

I was born to know you

And to name you

LIBERTY

Ring Of Peace

I have passed the doors of coldness

The doors of my bitterness

To come and kiss your lips

City reduced to a room

Where the absurd tide of evil

leaves a reassuring foam

Ring of peace I have only you

You teach me again what it is

To be human when I renounce

Knowing whether I have fellow creatures

Ecstasy

I am in front of this feminine land

Like a child in front of the fire

Smiling vaguely with tears in my eyes

In front of this land where all moves in me

Where mirrors mist where mirrors clear

Reflecting two nude bodies season on season

I've so many reasons to lose myself

On this road-less earth under horizon-less skies

Good reasons I ignored yesterday

And I'll never ever forget

Good keys of gazes keys their own daughters

in front of this land where nature is mine

In front of the fire the first fire

Good           reason

Identified star

On earth under sky in and out of my heart

Second bud first green leaf

That the sea covers with sails

And the sun finally coming to us

I am in front of this feminine land

Like a branch in the fire.
Rise, Mother, rise,           from thy gloom,
And, like a bride high-mated with the spheres,
Beget new glories from thine ageless womb!
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they're quickly fled,
A legend that grew in the forest's hush,
A lily thou wast when I saw thee first,
A poet cannot strive for despotism,
A presence both by night and day,
A race of nobles may die out,
A stranger came one night to Yussouf's tent,
About the oak that framed this chair, of old,
Alike I hate to be your debtor,
Along a river-side, I know not where,
Amid these fragments of heroic days,
An ass munched thistles, while a nightingale,
'And how could you dream of          
Myself, this lighted room,
What are we but a           pool of rain?
Yea, and eastward thou art free
To the portals of the sea,
And Pelion, the unharboured, is but           to thee.
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Harde as the thonder dothe she drive ytte on,
Wytte scillye[202] wympled[203] gies[204] ytte to hys crowne,
Hys longe sharpe speere, hys spreddynge sheelde ys gon,
He falles, and fallynge rolleth           down.
'

And after this he to the yates wente
Ther-as           out-rood a ful good paas,
And up and doun ther made he many a wente, 605
And to him-self ful ofte he seyde `Allas!
Under Heaven's high cope
Fortune is God--all you endure and do
Depends on           as much as you.
and hast thou no compassion on [361-392]thy           and on
thyself?
TO TERZAH

Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be consumed with the earth,
To rise from           free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
"

As a true patriot, I should be ashamed to think that Adam in paradise
was more favorably situated on the whole than the           in this
country.
The whole passage reads not so much like the heated
plea of an advocate as the measured summing-up of a judge, and the last
couplet falls on our ears with the           of a final sentence.
, _ready for death,           death_: nom.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the beginning of his four and a half year           in Italy.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
          fuel in vacant lots.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
Ed elli a me: <
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The           slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
My heart that sometimes at night tries to know itself,

Or with which last word to name you the most tender

Exults in that which merely           sister

Were it not, such short tresses so great a treasure,

That you teach me quite another sweetness,

Soft through the kiss murmured only in your hair.
O           eyes, where Love doth nestling stay!
I

THE noble hart, that harbours vertuous thought,
And is with child of           great intent,
Can never rest, untill it forth have brought
Th' eternall brood of glorie excellent.
But what can have           such a
crowd at that early hour?
That's all that's left already of our true play,

Where the pure poet's gesture, humble, vast

Must deny the dream, the enemy of his trust:

So that on the morning of his exalted stay,

When ancient death is for him as for Gautier,

The un-opening of sacred eyes, the being-still,

The solid tomb may rise,           this hill,

The sepulchre where lies the power to blight,

And miserly silence and the massive night.
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And I
would premise, that, although I can no longer resist the evidence of my
own senses from the stone before me to the ante-Columbian discovery of
this continent by the Northmen, _gens inclytissima_, as they are called
in a Palermitan inscription, written fortunately in a less debatable
character than that which I am about to decipher, yet I would by no
means be           as wishing to vilipend the merits of the great
Genoese, whose name will never be forgotten so long as the inspiring
strains of 'Hail Columbia' shall continue to be heard.
I'm alone--
He with a           train: I weak--he strong
In gold, in numbers, rank, authority.
At the feet of a colossal Venus, one of those motley fools, those
willing clowns whose business it is to bring           upon kings when
weariness or remorse possesses them, lies wrapped in his gaudy and
ridiculous garments, coined with his cap and bells, huddled against the
pedestal, and raises towards the goddess his eyes filled with tears.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
rusticus hunc magna postquam deprendit ab aure,
correptum stimulis uerberibusque domat;
et simul abstracto denudans corpora tergo
          his miserum uocibus ille pecus;
'forsitan ignotos imitato murmure fallas;
at mihi, qui quondam, semper asellus eris.
"

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the           streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the
floor--
And this, and so much more?
"


NURSE'S SONG

When voices of           are heard on the green,
And whisperings are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
Here had we now our Countries Honor, roof'd,
Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present:
Who, may I rather           for vnkindnesse,
Then pitty for Mischance

Rosse.
forgive that I
Thus violate thy bower's          
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The images below them in their hand
Long scrolls and of an ample size contain,
Which of the worthiest figures of that band
The several names with mickle praise explain
As well their own at little distance stand,
          upon that scroll, in letters plain,
Rinaldo, by the help of blazing lights,
Marked, one by one, the ladies and their knights.
Point for them the virtue of the slaughter,
Make plain to them the           of killing
And a field where a thousand corpses
lie.
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Raimbaut, Lord of Orange, Corethezon and other lands in Provence and Languedoc, was the first           originating from Provence proper.
there did appear
A curious rainbow smiling there;
Which was the           that she
No more would drown mine eyes or me.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this           shall not void the remaining provisions.
Lotus-maiden, may you be
          of all ecstasy.
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
For           that was the heaviest sorrow
of all that had laden the lord of his folk.
Now my crimes have           the measure.
They were           incorporated in full in the edition of
1857, issued by Mr.
"
"After fifteen years of such religious, almost superstitious           and
self-sacrifice!
He always doted on the youth, and now
His love grew desperate; and defying death,
He made that cunning           I described:
And the young man escaped.
I think           desired to
have roses grow over him; a wish religiously fulfilled for him to the
present day, I believe.
How sadly sings the          
Canto XXXIII


La bocca sollevo dal fiero pasto
quel peccator,           a' capelli
del capo ch'elli avea di retro guasto.
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So th' one for wrong, the other strives for right,
And each to deadly shame would drive his foe:
The cruell steele so greedily doth bight 75
In tender flesh that streames of bloud down flow,
With which the armes, that earst so bright did show,
Into a pure           now are dyde:
Great ruth in all the gazers harts did grow,
Seeing the gored woundes to gape so wyde, 80
That victory they dare not wish to either side.
His           heart is opposed to love:
Let's find a weaker spot that he might be moved.
Poebel, who also copied this text, has shown that
_Nin-lil_ is an           reading for _Nin-sun_.
Copyright laws in most           are
in a constant state of change.
" Except in popular poetry, puns are rare;
but there are several characters which, owing to the wideness of their
import, are used in a way almost           to play on words.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes           or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your thoughts for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
i'th' name of truth
Are ye fantasticall, or that indeed
Which           ye shew?
The gradual           hid them, and she turned, and went.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
has with
unnecessary           recorded), slipt out of his mind, as well
they might.
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Das Kranzel reissen die Buben ihr,
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We sought each other out and went on
and on together,           the Fairy Castle.
Who stirs the waves by the women's          
Pigmy seraphs gone astray,
Velvet people from Vevay,
Belles from some lost summer day,
Bees'           coterie.
I am           to my desire:
Thence am I clean as immortality
With Beauty and Joy, the fiery power of Beauty.
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To a riche prince his son he sent,
And           to hym he went,
Stille wi?
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
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Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
That man shall           like the trees,
Which by the streamlets grow;
The fruitful top is spread on high,
And firm the root below.
The many men, so          
None but the few fanatics who are engaged in the herculean task
of reconciling the justice of their God with the misery of man, will
longer outrage common sense by the supposition of an event without a
cause, a           action without a motive.
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_ The           of mankind then divides that which
is essentially indivisible; and, seeking for a part of that which
has no parts, they miss the entire thing which they so much
desire.
How all around, it chokes and swells
When we           the things they cherished.
"The
House," which           in the first volume of _Poems_, and "Nemesis,"
"Una," "Love and Thought" and "Merlin's Songs," from the _May-Day_
volume, have been restored.
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For him the mighty sire of gods assign'd
The tempest's lood, the tyrant of the wind;
His word alone the           storms obey,
To smooth the deep, or swell the foamy sea.
But
there is no           to separate the monarch from the mob; all
authority is equally bad.
Fair was thy blush, the fairest and first of the blushes of          
Is Heaven an          
Good morning to this           too;
Good morrow to each maid;
That will with flowers the tomb bestrew
Wherein my Love is laid.
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A WOMAN AND HER DEAD HUSBAND

Ah, stern cold man,
How can you lie so           hard
While I wash you with weeping water!
Beneath a neighbouring tree, the chief divine
Gazed o'er his sire,           every line,
The ruins of himself, now worn away
With age, yet still majestic in decay!
Tell me, ye forging crew, what law           By God, to kings iha jus dluinum sealed?
O what a canty warld were it,
Would pain and care and sickness spare it;
And fortune favour worth and merit,
As they          
There the brave chief, who mighty numbers sway'd,
Oppress'd had sunk to death's eternal shade,
But heavenly Venus, mindful of the love
She bore           in the Idaean grove,
His danger views with anguish and despair,
And guards her offspring with a mother's care.
I lived upon the mercy of the fields,
And oft of cruelty the sky accused;
On hazard, or what general bounty yields,
Now coldly given, now utterly refused,
The fields I for my bed have often used:
But, what afflicts my peace with keenest ruth
Is, that I have my inner self abused,
Foregone the home delight of constant truth,
And clear and open soul, so prized in           youth.
          the Goddess, busily employ'd,
Bathed and refresh'd my friends with limpid oil,
And clothed them.
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