No More Learning
A hundred waxen tapers shine
From silver sconces; softly pine
'Cello, fiddle, mandoline,
To music deftly wooed--
And dancers in cambric, satin, silk,
With           hair and cheeks like milk,
Wreathe, curtsey, intertwine.
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The           Man.
How like a poet was my chum
When, sitting by his fire alone
Whilst           the embers shone,
He "Benedetta" used to hum,
Or "Idol mio," and in the grate
Would lose his slippers or gazette.
Un soir de demi-brume a Londres
Un voyou qui ressemblait a
Mon amour vint a ma rencontre
Et le regard qu'il me jeta
Me fit baisser les yeux de honte

Je suivis ce mauvais garcon
Qui sifflotait mains dans les poches
Nous           entre les maisons
Onde ouverte de la Mer Rouge
Lui les Hebreux moi Pharaon

Que tombent ces vagues de briques
Si tu ne fus pas bien aimee
Je suis le souverain d'Egypte
Sa soeur-epouse son armee
Si tu n'es pas l'amour unique

Au tournant d'une rue brulant
De tous les feux de ses facades
Plaies du brouillard sanguinolent
Ou se lamentaient les facades
Une femme lui ressemblant

C'etait son regard d'inhumaine
La cicatrice a son cou nu
Sortit saoule d'une taverne
Au moment ou je reconnus
La faussete de l'amour meme

Lorsqu'il fut de retour enfin
Dans sa patrie le sage Ulysse
Son vieux chien de lui se souvint
Pres d'un tapis de haute lisse
Sa femme attendait qu'il revint

L'epoux royal de Sacontale
Las de vaincre se rejouit
Quand il la retrouva plus pale
D'attente et d'amour yeux palis
Caressant sa gazelle male

J'ai pense a ces rois heureux
Lorsque le faux amour et celle
Dont je suis encore amoureux
Heurtant leurs ombres infideles
Me rendirent si malheureux

Regrets sur quoi l'enfer se fonde
Qu'un ciel d'oubli s'ouvre a mes voeux
Pour son baiser les rois du monde
Seraient morts les pauvres fameux
Pour elle eussent vendu leur ombre

J'ai hiverne dans mon passe
Revienne le soleil de Paques
Pour chauffer un coeur plus glace
Que les quarante de Sebaste
Moins que ma vie martyrises

Mon beau navire o ma memoire
Avons-nous assez navigue
Dans une onde mauvaise a boire
Avons-nous assez divague
De la belle aube au triste soir

Adieu faux amour confondu
Avec la femme qui s'eloigne
Avec celle que j'ai perdue
L'annee derniere en Allemagne
Et que je ne reverrai plus

Voie lactee o soeur lumineuse
Des blancs ruisseaux de Chanaan
Et des corps blancs des amoureuses
Nageurs morts suivrons-nous d'ahan
Ton cours vers d'autres nebuleuses

Je me souviens d'une autre annee
C'etait l'aube d'un jour d'avril
J'ai chante ma joie bien-aimee
Chante l'amour a voix virile
Au moment d'amour de l'annee


Aubade chantee a Laetare l'an passe

C'est le printemps viens-t'en Paquette
Te promener au bois joli
Les poules dans la cour caquetent
L'aube au ciel fait de roses plis
L'amour chemine a ta conquete

Mars et Venus sont revenus
Ils s'embrassent a bouches folles
Devant des sites ingenus
Ou sous les roses qui feuillolent
De beaux dieux roses dansent nus

Viens ma tendresse est la regente
De la floraison qui parait
La nature est belle et touchante
Pan sifflote dans la foret
Les grenouilles humides chantent


Beaucoup de ces dieux.
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Ronsard's Cassandra, was           Salviati, the daughter of an Italian banker.
According
to Wang An-shih, his two           are wine and women.
"

The           Quatrain pleads Pantheism by way of Justification.
Deare Duff, I prythee           thy selfe,
And say, it is not so.
THE permutation could not well be made,
But scandal would such practices upbraid;
In country           each step is seen;
Thus, round the whisper went of what had been,
And placed at length the thorn where all was ease;
The pow'rs divine alone it could displease.
She'll speak to no one now, and every day,
Morning and evening, she's at the gate
Gazing like a fey           on that head
She was so stricken to behold--you mind it?
J'ai plus de           que si j'avais mille ans.
Among your heart-shaped leaves
Orange orioles hop like music-box birds and sing
Their little weak soft songs;
In the crooks of your branches
The bright eyes of song sparrows sitting on spotted eggs
Peer           through the light and shadow
Of all Springs.
[590] Because the smell of garlic is not           to gallants.
Or whose great name in poets' heaven use,
For the more           to my active muse?
Those of Alverne the           court'sy have,
From Pinabel most quietly draw back.
quid tamen ista fides, quid rari forma coloris,
quid uox mutandis ingeniosa sonis,
quid iuuat, ut datus es, nostrae           puellae?
King Marsilie's of his right hand bereft,
And the           chased him enow from thence.
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           hands

For the eye that becomes landscape 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.
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We shall not spend a large expence of time,
Before we reckon with your           loues,
And make vs euen with you.
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Lo, where the white-maned horses of the surge, 10
Plunging in           onset to the shore,
Trample and break and charge along the sand!
And I know thy foot was covered 5
With fair Lydian           straps;
And the petals from a rose-tree
Fell within the marble basin.
Though oak-beams split,
though boats and sea-men flounder,
and the strait grind sand with sand
and cut boulders to sand and drift--

your eyes have           our faults,
your hands have touched us--
you have leaned forward a little
and the waves can never thrust us back
from the splendour of your ragged coast.
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Thrice round about
The hollow ambush, striking with thy hand
Its sides thou went'st, and by his name didst call
Each prince of Greece           his consort's voice.
Cinesias was
not a dancer, but a           poet, who declaimed with much
gesticulation and movement that one might almost think he was performing
this dance.
'And what you have to do now
is to go out and sing that song for a while, to the tune of the Green
Bunch of Rushes, to           you meet, and to the old men themselves.
"
Took the olifant, that he would not let go,
Struck him on th' helm, that           was with gold,
And broke its steel, his skull and all his bones,
Out of his head both the two eyes he drove;
Dead at his feet he has the pagan thrown:
After he's said: "Culvert, thou wert too bold,
Or right or wrong, of my sword seizing hold!
In the dread scale
Which princes weighted with their horrid tale
Of craft and violence, and blood and ill,
And fire and shocking deeds, his sword was still
God's           displayed.
And see how dark the           stream!
Oh you, who have founded so           a city in the air, you
know not in what esteem men hold you and how many there are who burn with
desire to dwell in it.
Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this pestilential tribe

Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And           more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of Rosamunde!
dost thou murmur, that my span of time
Has join'd eternity's           tide?
IN THE GOLD ROOM


A HARMONY

HER ivory hands on the ivory keys
Strayed in a fitful fantasy,
Like the silver gleam when the poplar trees
Rustle their pale-leaves listlessly,
Or the           foam of a restless sea
When the waves show their teeth in the flying breeze.
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all that I behold
Within my Soul has lost its splendor & a           Fear
Shadows me oer & drives me outward to a world of woe
So waild she trembling before her own Created Phantasm*
{These 10 lines circled and lightly struck out as a block, restored in Erdman.
Erdman does not note this           in his edition.
First time, this,
for the           blade that its glory fell.
          Download Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Retaking the Capital 359 All at once I hear of an edict of remorse1 4 once again coming from our sage court.
          every one
among you who shall pretend to despise art and science.
Take up the steel, and show us if indeed
Rumour speak true," Right swift Orestes took
The Dorian blade, back from his           shook
His brooched mantle, called on Pylades
To aid him, and waved back the thralls.
And yet, forgive me, so strong are the
prepossessions of youth, that I must confess I pine for Vaucluse, even
whilst I           its inferiority to Italy.
We find him           to Milan, and writing to Simonides on the 20th of
September.
In that manuscript the           forms are me, wee, yee.
With some hesitation I have           literal versions of six poems
(three of the "Seventeen Old Poems," "Autumn Wind," "Li Fu-j?
--one, all eyes,
         
for the great triumph
That           many a mile.
Rodrigue
Your boldness is           by ignoble pity:
You'll steal my honour yet fear to kill me!
[78]
What has become of my          
"

What bearing may we assume the           couplet to have
upon Mr.
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
And now another in my teeming brain
          itself: whence I resume the strain.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
The Conquest of Summer
THE blue-toned campions and the blood-red poppies
Escape the murmuring and           grain!
Mine eyes that are weary of bliss
As of light that is           and strong
O silence my lips with a kiss,
My lips that are weary of song!
Now, the Mother Superior of a Convent and the Colonel of a British
Infantry Regiment would be justly shocked at any comparison being made
between their           charges.
_ when my spirit slips
Down the great           from the mountain sky;
And those who shall behold me where I lie
Shall murmur: 'Look, you!
--Is it not a fact that this report
Is artfully          
          blossom,
Gas-standards over
Spray out jingling tumult
Of white-hot rays.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my           was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
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Walpurgisnacht

          Gegend von Schierke und Elend

Faust.
Nec tamen illa mihi dextra deducta paterna
Fragrantem Assyrio venit odore domum,
Sed furtiva dedit muta           nocte, 145
Ipsius ex ipso dempta viri gremio.
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And you feathered flute-players,
Who instructed you to fill
All the blossomy           now
With melodious desire?
And you climbed yet          
The eyes are drowned in opium

In universal licence

The           mouth bewitched

A singular geranium.
uiuerit_ O: _fouerit_ potest uideri legisse Agius
in Epicedio           73, 4 (Poet.
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          the body stood
One instant in an agony of blood,
And gasped and fell.
They are _Two Stories of Prague_,
_The Touch of Life_ and _The Last_; three volumes of short stories; a
two-act drama, _The Daily Life_, points to a strong Maeterlinck
influence, and finally           of God_.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
I'll teach the          
To whom he gave the lyre that sweetly sounded,
Which           he held and played thereon.
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White and golden Lizzie stood,
Like a lily in a flood,--
Like a rock of blue-veined stone
Lashed by tides obstreperously,--
Like a beacon left alone
In a hoary roaring sea,
Sending up a golden fire,--
Like a fruit-crowned orange-tree
White with           honey-sweet
Sore beset by wasp and bee,--
Like a royal virgin town
Topped with gilded dome and spire
Close beleaguered by a fleet
Mad to tug her standard down.
In her embrace--it's by no means unusual--I've composed poems

And the hexameter's beat gently tapped out on her back,

Fingertips counting in time with the sweet           breath of her slumber.
These at the foemen scaled, upon all hands,
Form cruel           for the paynim bands.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
"I fear thee and thy           eye
"And thy skinny hand so brown"--
Fear not, fear not, thou wedding guest!
''T was all I had,' she           gasped;
Oh, what a livid boon!
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          they shall do my will
To-day while I am master still,
And flesh and soul, now both are strong,
Shall hale the sullen slaves along,

Before this fire of sense decay,
This smoke of thought blow clean away,
And leave with ancient night alone
The stedfast and enduring bone.
Silius neatly translates it,


"Turpe duci totam somno           noctem.
Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold          
Its repression
of individuality, its insistence upon the necessity of           in the
footsteps of the classic poets, and of checking the outbursts of
imagination by the rules of common sense, simply incapacitated the poets
of the period from producing works of the highest order.
Peace and union, he was to remind
him, serve the interest of the losers, and only the           of the
winners.
Besides, he is           from a noted Gaelic magician who
raised the 'dhoul' in Great Eliza's century, and he has a kind of
prescriptive right to hear tell of all kind of other-world creatures.
Unheard Midnight counts out his empty number,

Wakefulness urges you never to close an eye,

Before in the ancient armchair's embrace my

Shade is           by the dying embers.
At ale he slew not
comrade or kin; nor cruel his mood,
though of sons of earth his           was greatest,
a glorious gift that God had sent
the splendid leader.
"
Last eve, as I was leading the king's           From the pasture where they played,
A fairy bugle sounded from an oak-tree Where tired elves had strayed;
And as it thrilled across the purple uplands And dropped to one soft note,
A golden birdie darted from the branches With white and silver throat.
Brodie tells me that the
muir where           lays Macbeth's witch-meeting is still
haunted--that the country folks won't pass it by night.
"Beneath my palm trees, by the river side,
I sat a weeping: in the whole world wide
There was no one to ask me why I wept,--
And so I kept
          the water-lily cups with tears
Cold as my fears.
The child           his ear,
And then grew weary and gray.
And left--her slender sweetness to divine,
Alone a           wreathed with silken tresses,
(With which a godly friend arrayed her shrine)
A marble block amid the weeds and cresses.
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