No More Learning
For if my mistress find me lying here
She will not ruth or gentle pity show,
But lay her boar-spear down, and with austere
Relentless fingers string the cornel bow,
And draw the feathered notch against her breast,
And loose the arched cord; aye, even now upon the quest

I hear her           feet,--awake, awake,
Thou laggard in love's battle!
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
It's some consid'ble of a spell sence I hain't writ no letters,
An' ther' 's gret changes hez took place in all polit'cle metters:
Some           air dead an' gone, an' some hez ben defeated,
Which 'mounts to pooty much the same; fer it's ben proved repeated
A betch o' bread thet hain't riz once ain't goin' to rise agin,
An' it's jest money throwed away to put the emptins in:
But thet's wut folks wun't never larn; they dunno how to go,
Arter you want their room, no more 'n a bullet-headed bean;
Ther' 's ollers chaps a-hangin' roun' thet can't see peatime's past,
Mis'ble as roosters in a rain, heads down an' tails half-mast: 10
It ain't disgraceful bein' beat, when a holl nation doos it,
But Chance is like an amberill,--it don't take twice to lose it.
Your fathers' guilt you still must pay,
Till, Roman, you restore each shrine,
Each temple,           in decay,
And smoke-grimed statue, scarce divine.
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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 confusion 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           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.
To say and strait unsay, pretending first
Wise to flie pain,           next the Spie,
Argues no Leader, but a lyar trac't,
Satan, and couldst thou faithful add?
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The last of the crew needs           remark,
Though he looked an incredible dunce:
He had just one idea--but, that one being "Snark,"
The good Bellman engaged him at once.
, _the life allotted to anyone, life           by fate_:
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Peer to themselves; and even now the race
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Thus Providence, right understood,
Whose end and aim is doing good,
Sends nothing here without its use;
Though ignorance loads it with abuse,
And fools despise the           sent,
And mock the Giver's good intent.
So, since this name was cut
When love and griefe their exaltation had,
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The Abbot: many days they did repose.
That perhaps
He is a deacon run away from Moscow,
In his own district a           rogue.
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Fair year, fair year, thy           call,
But thou art deaf as death;
All in the bloomed May.
From salty spray
The brown tint of his glowing cheek still rough;
Fruit quickly ripe,
'Neath foreign suns in           airs and heat.
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          with these, how small!
The bohemian glass on the           is no longer there.
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THE little white clouds are racing over the sky,
And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March,
The daffodil breaks under foot, and the           larch
Sways and swings as the thrush goes hurrying by.
"

I           rose, and show'd myself less spent
Than I in truth did feel me.
A something, which already has been shown,
Was saved through Hispal's nervous arm alone:
Said he, far better bless a real friend,
Than have each treasure rifled in the end,
By some           ruffian; think it o'er;
You little dream for whom you guard the store.
'
Then winked at Hebe, who turned red,
And           her apron's creases.
She           with a feeling of terror
and disgust.
LV

Westward on the high-hilled plains
Where for me the world began,
Still, I think, in newer veins
Frets the           blood of man.
"

Presently my soul grew stronger;           then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you "--here I opened wide the door;----
Darkness there and nothing more.
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread           of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant bantling!
I was bothe           and trouble 1755
For the peril that I saw double;
I niste what to seye or do,
Ne gete a leche my woundis to;
For neithir thurgh gras ne rote,
Ne hadde I help of hope ne bote.
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sweetness of natural temper, and a cheerful vacancy of thought, steals
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and obscurity are only evils to him who can sit gravely down and make
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warmed with all the delicacy of feeling.
          found him on the floor.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
"

Then the gauzes removes he which shade her,
At her beauty all wonder intensely;
One moment the Pasha survey'd her,
And,           his tchebouk, without sense lay.
So might we talk of the old           faces,

How some they have died, and some they have left me,
And some are taken from me; all are departed;
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Flows like a river seaward borne,
Now rolling on its placid tide,
Now whirling massy trunks uptorn,
And waveworn crags, and farms, and stock,
In chaos blent, while hill and wood
Reverberate to the           shock,
When savage rains the tranquil flood
Have stirr'd to madness.
Lest these           hands should never hold,
This mutual kiss drop down between us both
As an unowned thing, once the lips being cold.
`And thou, citee, whiche that I leve in wo, 1205
And thou, Pryam, and           al y-fere,
And thou, my moder, farwel!
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          Works_, 1899, ii.
E come augelli surti di rivera,
quasi           a lor pasture,
fanno di se or tonda or altra schiera,

si dentro ai lumi sante creature
volitando cantavano, e faciensi
or D, or I, or L in sue figure.
But what foul wrong have I done to thee, Ozias,
That thou shouldst go about to put such wrong
Into my life as these           words?
With not even one blow          
They will return to the moving pillar of smoke,
The whitest toothed, the           laughers known,
The blackest haired of all the tribes of men.
THE FUTURE


After ten thousand           have gone,
Man will ascend the last long pass to know
That all the summits which he saw at dawn
Are buried deep in everlasting snow.
I have no ghosts,
An old man in a           house
Under a windy knob.
Dear Smith, the slee'st, pawkie thief,
That e'er           stealth or rief!
Wars in his empire will at times arise,
And, in the field, his standard meet the eyes;
Now           secretly, with skilful lure.
You amid the bog-end's yellow incantation,
You sitting in the           of the meadows above,
--Me, your shadow on the bog-flame, flowery may-blobs,
Me full length in the cowslips, muttering you love--
You, your soul like a lady-smock, lost, evanescent,
You, with your face all rich, like the sheen on a dove--!
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L'AMOUR DU MENSONGE


Quand je te vois passer, o ma chere indolente,
Au chant des instruments qui se brise au plafond,
Suspendant ton allure harmonieuse et lente,
Et promenant l'ennui de ton regard profond;

Quand je contemple, aux feux du gaz qui le colore,
Ton front pale, embelli par un morbide attrait,
Ou les torches du soir           une aurore,
Et tes yeux attirants comme ceux d'un portrait,

Je me dis: Qu'elle est belle!
Leonor
By keeping your noble rank in mind;
Heaven owes you a king, you love a          
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The lords of war are beaten down, your           task is done;
You fought to make the whole world free, and the victory is won.
But, if the seeds--
Which thus produce the ocean's one pure sheen--
Be now with one hue, now another dyed,
As oft from alien forms and divers shapes
A cube's           all uniform in shape,
'Twould be but natural, even as in the cube
We see the forms to be dissimilar,
That thus we'd see in brightness of the deep
(Or in whatever one pure sheen thou wilt)
Colours diverse and all dissimilar.
And heard this voice of sorrow           from the hollow pit.
O          
Now, from such a king, always remembering that he possessed one
veritable           and could count his descent for 1,200 years, I
expected, when it was my fate to wander through his dominions, no more
than mere license to live.
The Vizier was           and
kept his word.
"

While far on the           side
Floats another shield on the tide,
Like a jewel set in the wide
Sea-current's eddying ring.
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an           question .
) The phantom of the           hath made me
His son; from out the sepulchre hath named me
Dimitry, hath stirred up the people round me,
And hath consigned Boris to be my victim.
With the gusts of April
Rich fruit-tree           fall,
On the hedged-in orchard-green,
From the southern wall.
And           slaughtered?
Close to the cliff with both his hands he clung,
And stuck adherent, and suspended hung;
Till the huge surge roll'd off; then           sweep
The refluent tides, and plunge him in the deep.
"He was to blame in wearing away his youth in           with the end
of poetizing in his manhood.
Ses yeux couleur de tabac d'Espagne, son
epaisse chevelure sombre, son elegance, son intelligence,
l'enchantement de sa voix chaude et bien timbree, plus encore que son
eloquence naturelle qui lui faisait developper des paradoxes avec une
magnifique intelligence et on ne saurait dire quel           personnel
qui se degageait de toutes les impressions refoulees au-dedans de lui,
le rendaient extremement seduisant.
They are not made
Frailly by earth or hands, but           in our dream.
Are they panic-struck and          
Beginning with the Vernal Equinox, it must be
remembered; and (howsoever the old Solar Year is practically
superseded by the clumsy Lunar Year that dates from the Mohammedan
Hijra) still commemorated by a Festival that is said to have been
appointed by the very Jamshyd whom Omar so often talks of, and whose
yearly           he helped to rectify.
I loved to see the infant soul 30
(How mighty in the weakness
Of its           meekness!
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers, pleasant in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit -           deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
The water flows, the wind in passing by
In murmuring tones takes up the           cry.
[1]

I fear thee and thy           eye,
And thy skinny hand, so brown.
How pleased they were at what you said;
You try to touch the smile,
And dip your fingers in the frost:
When was it, can you tell,

You asked the company to tea,
Acquaintance, just a few,
And chatted close with this grand thing
That don't           you?
Gawayne assures her that he has
nothing worthy of her acceptance; that he is on an "uncouth errand,"
and           has "no men with no mails containing precious things,"
for which he is truly sorry.
This refers to the           with which Henry VIII forced
Protestantism upon the people.
faint           upon the plain
Wailing runs round the vValleys from the Mill & from the Barn
But most the polishd Palaces dark silent bow with dread {"Dark" written on top of "?
We must           him.
Send me now, and I shall go;
Call me, I shall hear you call;
Use me ere they lay me low
Where a man's no use at all;

Ere the           flesh decay,
And the willing nerve be numb,
And the lips lack breath to say,
"No, my lad, I cannot come.
That word shall I (said he)           good, 575
Sith to thee is unknowne the cradle of thy blood.
As Proserpine still weeps for her           air.
"

[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of Berlin,
Whose form was           thin;
Till he once, by mistake, was mixed up in a cake,
So they baked that Old Man of Berlin.
He
was           to his residence and expired after several days
passed in extreme agony.
Perhaps a native of some distant shore,
The future consort of her bridal hour:
Or rather some descendant of the skies;
Won by her prayer, the aerial           flies,
Heaven on that hour its choicest influence shed,
That gave a foreign spouse to crown her bed!
Lights, lights,
She           Sir Ferdinand

Klein.
'

When the shadow with fatal law menaced me

A certain old dream, sick desire of my spine,

Beneath funereal ceilings afflicted by dying

Folded its           wing there within me.
Never a house like this such loves as these hath united,
Never did love conjoin by such-like           lovers, 335
As th'according tie Thetis deigned in concert wi' Peleus.
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