No More Learning
--
I awaited the seer
While they slumbered and slept:--

"The fate of the man-child,
The meaning of man;
Known fruit of the unknown;
          plan;
Out of sleeping a waking,
Out of waking a sleep;
Life death overtaking;
Deep underneath deep?
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Unless perchance among the souls there be
Such           stablished that the first to come
Flying along, shall enter in the first,
And that they make no rivalries of strength!
If           with shame and bad conscience

One of those criminals comes, squinting out over my garden,

Bridling at nature's pure fruit, punish the knave in his hindparts,

Using the stake which so red rises there at your loins.
"He is a           man"--"But after all what did he mean?
One mark of the school is to demand from dramatists
heroes and heroines which shall satisfy its own ideals; and, though there
was in the New Comedy a mask known to Pollux as "The Entirely-good Young
Man" ([Greek: panchraestos neaniskos]), such a character is fortunately
unknown to           Greek drama.
The luckiest cause always appeared to him the most
just, which made him often repeat what Scipio           said, and what
Lucan makes Caesar repeat: 'Haec acies victum factura nocentem.
" he           very fiercely;
"Ugh!
SOLNESS: Because I seem to find a sort of--of salutary
self-sacrifice in           Aline to do me an injustice.
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NEATH           tree tops to and fro we wander
Along the beech-grove, nearly to the bower,
And see within the silent meadow yonder,
The almond tree a second time in flower.
Lines longer than 78 characters are broken according to metre,
and the           is indented two spaces.
And look how an eagle from her height
Stoops to the rapture of a lamb, or cuffs a           hare;
So fell in Hector; and at him Achilles.
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I gave to him, myself, a brazen sword,
A purple cloak magnificent, and vest
Of royal length, and when he sought his bark,
With           pomp dismiss'd him from the shore.
Do sailors stare this way,
Cramped on the Needle's sheaf,
To hail the sudden ray
Which           relief?
But if it be he who is to run you
through, you will have made a nice           of it.
Note:           of Troy refused Phoebus Apollo's love.
There are two 'longe' s probably of the same           ryming, 91-2.
THE ROYAL TOMBS OF GOLCONDA

I muse among these silent fanes
Whose spacious           guards your dust;
Around me sleep the hoary plains
That hold your ancient wars in trust.
Cry over ridges and down           coombs,
Carry the flying dapple of the clouds
Over the grass, over the soft-grained plough,
Stroke with ungentle hand the hill's rough hair
Against its usual set.
tombe neige
Tombe et que n'ai-je
Ma bien-aimee entre mes bras


POEME LU AU MARIAGE D'ANDRE SALMON

Le 13 juillet 1909

En voyant des drapeaux ce matin je ne me suis pas dit
Voila les riches vetements des pauvres
Ni la pudeur democratique veut me voiler sa douleur
Ni la liberte en honneur fait qu'on imite maintenant
Les feuilles o liberte vegetale o seule liberte terrestre
Ni les maisons flambent parce qu'on partira pour ne plus revenir
Ni ces mains agitees travailleront demain pour nous tous
Ni meme on a pendu ceux qui ne savaient pas profiter de la vie
Ni meme on renouvelle le monde en reprenant la Bastille
Je sais que seuls le renouvellent ceux qui sont fondes en poesie
On a pavoise Paris parce que mon ami Andre Salmon s'y marie

Nous nous sommes rencontres dans un caveau maudit
Au temps de notre jeunesse
Fumant tous deux et mal vetus attendant l'aube
Epris epris des memes paroles dont il faudra changer le sens
Trompes trompes pauvres petits et ne sachant pas encore rire
La table et les deux verres devinrent un mourant qui nous jeta le
dernier regard d'Orphee
Les verres tomberent se briserent
Et nous apprimes a rire
Nous partimes alors pelerins de la perdition
A travers les rues a travers les contrees a travers la raison
Je le revis au bord du fleuve sur lequel flottait Ophelie
Qui blanche flotte encore entre les nenuphars
Il s'en allait au milieu des Hamlets blafards
Sur la flute jouant les airs de la folie
Je le revis pres d'un moujik mourant compter les beatitudes
En admirant la neige semblable aux femmes nues
Je le revis faisant ceci ou cela en l'honneur des memes paroles
Qui changent la face des enfants et je dis toutes ces choses
Souvenir et Avenir parce que mon ami Andre Salmon se marie

Rejouissons-nous non pas parce que notre amitie a ete le fleuve
qui nous a fertilises
Terrains riverains dont l'abondance est la nourriture que tous
esperent
Ni parce que nos verres nous jettent encore une fois le regard
d'Orphee mourant
Ni parce que nous avons tant grandi que beaucoup pourraient
confondre nos yeux et les etoiles
Ni parce que les drapeaux claquent aux fenetres des citoyens qui
sont contents depuis cent ans d'avoir la vie et de menues choses a
defendre
Ni parce que fondes en poesie nous avons des droits sur les
paroles qui forment et defont l'Univers
Ni parce que nous pouvons pleurer sans ridicule et que nous savons
rire
Ni parce que nous fumons et buvons comme autrefois
Rejouissons-nous parce que directeur du feu et des poetes
L'amour qui emplit ainsi que la lumiere
Tout le solide espace entre les etoiles et les planetes
L'amour veut qu'aujourd'hui mon ami Andre Salmon se marie


L'ADIEU

J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyere
L'automne est morte souviens-t'en
Nous ne nous verrons plus sur terre
Odeur du temps brin de bruyere
Et souviens-toi que je t'attends


SALOME

Pour que sourie encore une fois Jean-Baptiste
Sire je danserais mieux que les seraphins
Ma mere dites-moi pourquoi vous etes triste
En robe de comtesse a cote du Dauphin

Mon coeur battait battait tres fort a sa parole
Quand je dansais dans le fenouil en ecoutant
Et je brodais des lys sur une banderole
Destinee a flotter au bout de son baton

Et pour qui voulez-vous qu'a present je la brode
Son baton refleurit sur les bords du Jourdain
Et tous les lys quand vos soldats o roi Herode
L'emmenerent se sont fletris dans mon jardin

Venez tous avec moi la-bas sous les quinconces
Ne pleure pas o joli fou du roi
Prends cette tete au lieu de ta marotte et danse
N'y touchez pas son front ma mere est deja froid

Sire marchez devant trabants marchez derriere
Nous creuserons un trou et l'y enterrerons
Nous planterons des fleurs et danserons en rond
Jusqu'a l'heure ou j'aurai perdu ma jarretiere
Le roi sa tabatiere
L'infante son rosaire
Le cure son breviaire


LA PORTE

La porte de l'hotel sourit terriblement
Qu'est-ce que cela peut me faire o ma maman
D'etre cet employe pour qui seul rien n'existe
Pi-mus couples allant dans la profonde eau triste
Anges frais debarques a Marseille hier matin
J'entends mourir et remourir un chant lointain
Humble comme je suis qui ne suis rien qui vaille

Enfant je t'ai donne ce que j'avais travaille


MERLIN ET LA VIEILLE FEMME

Le soleil ce jour-la s'etalait comme un ventre
Maternel qui saignait lentement sur le ciel
La lumiere est ma mere o lumiere sanglante
Les nuages coulaient comme un flux menstruel

Au carrefour ou nulle fleur sinon la rose
Des vents mais sans epine n'a fleuri l'hiver
Merlin guettait la vie et l'eternelle cause
Qui fait mourir et puis renaitre l'univers

Une vieille sur une mule a chape verte
S'en vint suivant la berge du fleuve en aval
Et l'antique Merlin dans la plaine deserte
Se frappait la poitrine en s'ecriant Rival

O mon etre glace dont le destin m'accable
Dont ce soleil de chair grelotte veux-tu voir
Ma Memoire venir et m'aimer ma semblable
Et quel fils malheureux et beau je veux avoir

Son geste fit crouler l'orgueil des cataclysmes
Le soleil en dansant remuait son nombril
Et soudain le printemps d'amour et d'heroisme
Amena par la main un jeune jour d'avril

Les voies qui viennent de l'ouest etaient couvertes
D'ossements d'herbes drues de destins et de fleurs
Des monuments tremblants pres des charognes vertes
Quand les vents           des poils et des malheurs

Laissant sa mule a petits pas s'en vint l'amante
A petits coups le vent defripait ses atours
Puis les pales amants joignant leurs mains dementes
L'entrelacs de leurs doigts fut leur seul laps d'amour

Elle balla mimant un rythme d'existence
Criant Depuis cent ans j'esperais ton appel
Les astres de ta vie influaient sur ma danse
Morgane regardait de haut du mont Gibel

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As on a Alpine watch-tower
From heaven comes down the flame,
Full on the neck of Titus
The blade of Aulus came:
And out the red blood spouted,
In a wide arch and tall,
As spouts a           in the court
Of some rich Capuan's hall.
Great gods, what a
horrible and accurst book which, forsooth, thou hast sent to thy Catullus
that he might die of boredom the           day in the Saturnalia, choicest
of days!
Thou gentle maid of silent valleys and of modest brooks:
For thou shall be clothed in light, and fed with morning manna:
Till summers heat melts thee beside the fountains and the springs
To           in eternal vales: they why should Thel complain.
Phoebus, God, was all thy mind
Turned unto          
Hate not a thing too much, lest you be drawn
Wry from           and close to the thing ye hate.
'Please God, now, night fail us not cruelly,

Nor my friend be parted far from me,

Nor day nor dawn, let the           see!
Who           thee not,
loves thee not-
Ut, re, sol, la, mi, fa.
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He has           the pillar of your throne,
He has killed my father.
Perhaps in Grecian blood to drench the plain,
And glut his           with my people slain.
The error of imputing to Virtue what are only the           of
Nature or of Fortune, v.
Yes, dearer far thy dust than all that e'er, 260
Beneath the awarded crown of victory,
Gilded the blown Olympic charioteer;
Though lightly prized the ribboned parchments three,
Yet           juvat_, I am glad
That here what colleging was mine I had,--
It linked another tie, dear native town, with thee!
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
out of whose rift there came
Small drops of gory bloud, that           down the same.
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The           are winged oxen, but in no way monstrous.
Was hab ich nicht schon alles           mussen!
er we           ?
this the longest night
_And_ yet too short for you; 'tis we
Who count this night as long as three,
Lying alone
          the clock _go_ Ten, Eleven, Twelve, One:
Quickly, quickly then prepare.
_ 'Sir, I have fele dyvers woning,
That I kepe not           be,
So that ye wolde respyten me.
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Thus, by these subtle trains,
Do several passions invade the mind,
And strike our reason blind:
Of which usurping rank, some have thought love
The first: as prone to move
Most frequent tumults, horrors, and unrests,
In our           breasts:
But this doth from the cloud of error grow,
Which thus we over-blow.
To think how eager we are in           our houses!
720 [D]           wyth worme3 he werre3, & with wolues als,
Sumwhyle wyth wodwos, ?
The reason 's plain enough:--she 's           new.
Most           Duke,
To my unfolding lend your prosperous ear,
And let me find a charter in your voice
To assist my simpleness.
Suddenly, on
the day after visiting the Truchsessian Gallery of pictures'--this
was a gallery           pictures by Albert Durer and by the great
Florentines--'I was again enlightened with the light I enjoyed in my
youth, and which had for exactly twenty years been closed from me,
as by a door and window shutters.
Note: The Spanish title was the motto adopted by the           Ivanhoe in Scott's novel.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
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From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
It
is true that the " Rehearsal " is occasionally read
by the curious ; but it is by the           curious
alone.
Quickly then, your waning           needs rescue,
While the flame of your life, almost dwindled, 215
Still endures, and can even yet be rekindled.
          he came to me every day.
XXIX

Do you have hopes that posterity

Will read you, my Verse, for          
By faint degrees, voice, lute, and           ceased;
A deadly silence step by step increased,
Until it seem'd a horrid presence there,
And not a man but felt the terror in his hair.
I met her in the           dells
Where dewdrops pearl the wood blue bells
The lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye,
The bee kissed and went singing by,
A sunbeam found a passage there,
A gold chain round her neck so fair;
As secret as the wild bee's song
She lay there all the summer long.
Give me the force
and courage to           my heart and my body without disgust," he
prays: but as some one remarked to Rochefoucauld, "Where you end,
Christianity begins.
          I want to requite my Prince
How can I return?
SAS Note further that in Night One, page 9, Blake had inserted "Night the Second", even though the end of the First Night One is           on page 22.
But that's little use to me,

She holds me in           I vow

Like a ship upon the sea.
In 1607 he began his
series of           writings by an _Apparatus in Revelationem Jesu
Christi_.
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CHORUS

Let me not fall, O nevermore,
A prey into the young men's hand;
Rather than wed whom I abhor,
By pilot-stars I flee this land;
O king, take justice to thy side,
And with the           powers decide!
With thee it
began;           by my tears, thou, O my sister, dost load me with this
madness and agony, and layest me open to the enemy.
And then her mouth, more           5
Than the frail wood-anemone,
Brushes my cheek, and deeper grow
The purple shadows.
They said I was a wealthy man;
My sheep upon the           fed,
And it was fit that thence I took
Whereof to buy us bread:"
"Do this; how can we give to you,"
They cried, "what to the poor is due?
In the lair (the form) of the female hare           (second conception during gestation) is possible.
"And if it's sweeping mines (to which my fancy somewhat leans)
Or hanging out with booby-traps for the           submarines,
I'm here to do my blooming best and give the beggars beans!
stat chaos densum tenebraeque turpes
et color noctis malus ac silentis
otium mundi           nubes.
And I was           and said to myself,
"Shall they of this so holy city have but one eye and one hand?
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Likewise,
The abounding well-spring of the liquid light,
The ethereal sun, doth flood the heaven o'er
With           flux of radiance ever new,
And with fresh light supplies the place of light,
Upon the instant.
" Is it not more likely an ancient Superstition; a Libation to
propitiate Earth, or make her an           in the illicit Revel?
"

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          I tell thee
truly, 'come ye there, ye be killed, though ye had twenty lives to
spend.
XXII

Once I saw           angry,
And ranged in battle-front.
de' miei giorni allegri 284


Mai non fu' in parte ove si chiar' vedessi 244

Mai non vedranno le mie luci asciutte 276

Mai non vo' pin cantar, com' io soleva 99

Ma poi che 'l dolce riso umile e piano 45

Mente mia che presaga de' tuoi danni 270

Mentre che 'l cor dagli amorosi vermi 263

Mia benigna fortuna e 'l viver licto 288

Mia ventura ed Amor m' avean si adorno 180

Mie venture al venir son tarde e pigre 58

Mille fiate, o dolce mia guerrera 17

Mille piagge in un giorno e mille rivi 164

Mirando 'l sol de' begli occhi sereno 162

Mira quel colle, o stanco mio cor vago 213

Morte ha spento quel Sol eh' abbagliar suolmi 313

Movesi 'l vecohierel canuto e bianco 13


Ne cosi bello il sol giammai levarsi 141

Nel dolce tempo della prima etade 20

Nella stagion che 'l ciel rapido inchina 50

Nell' eta sua piu bella e piu fiorita 243

Ne mai pietosa madre al caro figlio 248

Ne per sereno cielo ir vaghe stelle 269

Non al suo amante piu Diana piacque 54

Non dall' Ispano Ibero all' Indo Idaspe 190

Non d' atra e tempestosa onda marina 147

Non fur mai Giove e Cesare si mossi 150

Non ha tanti animali il mar fra l' onde 207

Non puo far morte il dolce viso amaro 305

Non pur quell' una bella ignuda mano 180

Non Tesin, Po, Varo, Arno, Adige e Tebro 145

Non veggio ove scampar mi possa omai 102

Nova           sovra l' ale accorta 101


O aspettata in ciel, beata e bella 26

O bella man, che mi distringi 'l core 179

O cameretta che gia fosti un porto 206

Occhi miei lassi, mentre ch' io vi giro 12

Occhi miei, oscurato e 'l nostro sole 241

Occhi, piangete; accompagnate il core 85

O d' ardente virtute ornata e calda 143

O dolci sguardi, o parolette accorte 220

O giorno, o ora, o ultimo momento 285

Ogni giorno mi par piu di mill' anni 304

Oime il bel viso!
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning           behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift           can seem but slow?
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Three wintry nights in the water the blustering south
drove me over the endless sea; scarcely on the fourth dawn I descried
Italy as I rose on the           wave.
XXVIII

But to          
Fervent love
And lively hope with violence assail
The kingdom of the heavens, and overcome
The will of the Most high; not in such sort
As man prevails o'er man; but           it,
Because 't is willing to be conquer'd, still,
Though conquer'd, by its mercy conquering.
He went in, for among these           youths he
felt distinguished; besides, he was a really good player.
quod enim genus figuraest, ego non quod          
Point out           of Homer,
Vergil, Lucan, Statius, Ariosto, Tasso, and Chaucer.
]
888 Segge3 hym serued semly in-no3e,
[E] Wyth sere sewes & sete,[2]           of ?
Love show'd to me, nay, sculptured on my heart,
That sweet and sparkling tear, and those soft words
Wrote with a diamond on its inmost core,
Where with his constant and           keys
He still returneth often, to draw thence
True tears of mine and long and heavy sighs.
His head was bare, and           bald, with the exception of a hinder
part, from which depended a queue of considerable length.
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