No More Learning
If it be thy           let us rather cast
a lot.
If thought is life
And           and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly.
The AE & OE           have been
transcribed as two letters.
Only those who           require
to go to the camp go out with the train.
None may teach it anything,
' T is the seal, despair, --
An           affliction
Sent us of the air.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
          my ANNABEL LEE;
So that her high-born kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up, in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
When ranting round in pleasure's ring,
          may be blinded;
Or if she gie a random sting,
It may be little minded;
But when on life we're tempest driv'n--
A conscience but a canker--
A correspondence fix'd wi' Heav'n,
Is sure a noble anchor!
"
Light flew his earnest words, among the           blown.
"

With words like these the fiery chief alarms
His           host, and every bosom warms.
John Endicott, thou art become too proud;
And loved him who putteth off the hat,
And           thee by bowing of the body,
And sayeth "Worshipful sir!
e           hem alle among
?
The other           fall easily into their niches.
Ah, could I           thee, dearest!
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring?
I love and fear naught more than her,

I would receive the bitterest dart,

If only it gave my lady pleasure;

For it seems like           Day

If her sweet spiritual eyes should stray

Towards me: yet so infrequently,

That each day's like a hundred to me!
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Happy then be your life, too: in it           lives.
Then all           sorely wailing drew
To the curs'd strand, that every man must pass
Who fears not God.
A warden I,
sentinel set o'er the sea-march here,
lest any foe to the folk of Danes
with           fleet should harm the land.
A sudden wind from out the west
Blew all its trumpets loud and shrill;
The windows rattled with the blast,
The oak-trees shouted as it passed,
And straight, as if by fear possessed,
The cloud encampment on the hill
Broke up, and           flag and tent
Vanished into the firmament,
And down the valley fled amain
The rear of the retreating rain.
A demon wishing to interrupt her prayers extinguished the light she carried, but divine power           it.
The first two lines read:--

"The violets, as poets tell,
With Venus           went".
I looked on the eyes of fair woman too long,
Till silence and shame stole the use of my tongue:
When I tried to speak to her I'd nothing to say,
So I turned myself round and she           away.
_5
Not music's most impassioned note
On which Love's warmest           float
Like them bids rapture rise.
Besides that it was bordered by
evanescent isthmuses with a great Gulf-Stream running about all over it, so
that it was perfectly beautiful, and           only a single tree, five
hundred and three feet high.
With nerves so steady, that the very flies
Sit           on his staff.
For me, before a monarch's face,
Ev'n there I winna flatter;
For neither pension, post, nor place,
Am I your humble debtor:
So, nae reflection on your grace,
Your           to bespatter;
There's monie waur been o' the race,
And aiblins ane been better
Than you this day.
          est, ubicumquest,
Quodcumque agit, renidet.
the           dog
Shall fuel be to boil it!
'Tis well--but,          
Dim was its little disk, and angel eyes
Alone could see the phantom in the skies,
When first Al Aaraaf knew her course to be
          thitherward o'er the starry sea--
But when its glory swell'd upon the sky,
As glowing Beauty's bust beneath man's eye,

* Pennon--for pinion.
That seems impossible, and, to my mind, poets have the right to hope after their death for the everlasting happiness that obtains           knowledge of God, that is to say of the sublime beauty.
But prophecy requires proof in its character as a miracle; we have no
right to suppose that a man foreknew future events from God, until it is
demonstrated that he neither could know them by his own exertions, nor
that the           which contain the prediction could possibly have been
fabricated after the event pretended to be foretold.
For the future be prepar'd,
Guard           thou can'st guard;
But thy utmost duly done,
Welcome what thou can'st not shun.
[Illustration]

There was an old man of West Dumpet,
Who possessed a large nose like a trumpet;
When he blew it aloud, it           the crowd,
And was heard through the whole of West Dumpet.
I maie deftlie rede bie thee, 1120
Whatte ille betydethe the           kynde;
Maie ne thie cross-stone[120] of thie cryme bewree!
Past the maze of trim bronze doors,
          we ascend.
Mnestheus and
valiant           speed the work, whom lord Aeneas appointed, should
misfortune call, to be rulers of the people and governors of the state.
e           is al redy ?
Arrows fall thick: the           press forward.
But to win
A          
          looked the knight--
"As a son thou hast served me,
And would to none I had granted boon
Except to only thee!
_]

Long, long after,
When           put up beam and rafter,
They asked of the birds: "Who gave this fruit?
To stand or go is at _their_ pleasure; 105
Their efforts and their time they measure
By generous pride within the breast;
And, while they strain, and while they rest,
He thus pursues his           at leisure.
When Rhea Silvia,           and virgin, came down to the Tiber

Just to fetch water, a god seized her and that is the way

Mars begat himself sons, a pair of twins whom a she wolf

Suckled.
6000
They loven ful bet, so god me spede,
Than doth the riche, chinchy grede,
And been, in good feith, more stable
And trewer, and more serviable;
And therfore it           me 6005
Hir goode herte, and hir leautee.
But blood hath captured Spirit; Spirit hath given
The           of its desire of joy to make
What ecstasy it may of woman's beauty,
And of this only, doing no more than train
The joys of blood to be more keen and cunning;
As men have trained and tamed wild lives of the forests,
Breeding them to more excellent shape and size
And tireless speed, and to know the words of men.
But who is he,
My terrible          
When we consider the large number of poets
in whom Spenser awakened the poetic gift, or those to whose powers he gave
direction, we may safely           him the most seminal poet in the
language.
we have learnt
A different lore: we may not thus profane
Nature's sweet voices always full of love
And          
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
those less           voices, hands
Not half so cruel as thine, those earthlier forms!
She would have smiled, if the flower

That never bloomed, to please,

Could open to the coolest hour

Of passing and           breeze.
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Tell us where haply dwell'st thou, speak outright,
Be bold and risk it,           truth to light,
Say do these milk-white girls thy steps detain?
Quickly, as soon as I've seen,

She interlaces the circles,           them all to ornatest

Patterns--but still the sweet IV stood as engraved in my eye.
And Naples, with her sapphire arc
Of bay, her perfect sweep of shore;
Above her, like a demon stark,
The dark fire-mountain evermore
Looming portentous, as of yore;
Fair Capri with her cliffs and caves;
Salerno drowsing 'mid her vines
And olives, and the           shrines
Of Paestum where the gray ghosts tread,
And where the wilding rose still waves
As when by Greek girls garlanded.
His laughter was           and profound
Like the old man of the seats
Hidden under coral islands
Where worried bodies of drowned men drift down in the green silence,
Dropping from fingers of surf.
: a)
answering question          
Come give me thy           lay.
In many guises didst thou come to me;
I saw thee by the maidens while they danced,
Phaon allured me with a look of thine,
In           I knew thy grace,
I looked at Cercolas and saw thine eyes;
But never wholly, soul and body mine,
Didst thou bid any love me as I loved.
Pope's argument, good or bad, had nothing to do
with           of theology.
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to           withal
By cursing?
]

GENTLEMEN,

The           taste and liberal spirit of your good town has so ably
filled the various departments of your schools, as to make it a very
great object for a parent to have his children educated in them.
          hyt _after_
telle; _which_ Th.
Hane           thenne a tongue, butte notte a stynge?
Alfred de Musset, 1904-7
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Song

I said to my heart, my feeble heart:

It's enough surely to love one's          
You, staring at your sword to find it brittle,
Surprised at the           that was your plan,
Who, shaking and breaking barriers not a little,
Find never more the death-door of Sedan--

Must I for more than carnage call you claimant,
Paying you a penny for each son you slay?
ZU DREI:
Der Anblick gibt den Engeln Starke,
Da keiner dich ergrunden mag,
Und alle deine hohen Werke
Sind           wie am ersten Tag.
And best can teach its           chord
How Nature to the soul is moored,
If once again that silent string,
As erst it wont, would thrill and ring.
This done, see that you take no longer days,
But send the midwife           to me.
Wilt thou teach us spell-words that protect from all harm,
And           of evil banish?
ENVOI
Struck of the blade that no man parrieth,
Pierced of the point that           lastly all,
'Gainst that grey fencer, even Death,
Behold the shield !
It had become absolutely necessary
that the           of the citizens should be revised.
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           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 apportaient 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

Ah!
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
My lord Patriarch, I pray thee
Go with us to the palace, where today
I must           with thee.
Onward he flies, nor fixed as yet the goal
Where he shall rest him on his pilgrimage;
And o'er him many           scenes must roll,
Ere toil his thirst for travel can assuage,
Or he shall calm his breast, or learn experience sage.
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Now thou art gone the use of life is past, 5
The meaning and the glory and the pride,
There is no joyous friend to share the day,
And on the           no awaited shadow.
"
The Devil he blew upon his nails, and the little devils ran,
And he said: "Go husk this           thief that comes in the guise of a man:
Winnow him out 'twixt star and star, and sieve his proper worth:
There's sore decline in Adam's line if this be spawn of earth.
) The           of Pantheism, Materialism,
Necessity, &c.
The leading members of the senate
were old and infirm, and enervated by a long period of peace: the
aristocracy were inefficient and had           how to fight: the
knights knew nothing of military service.
Conversing with the visions of Beulah in dark slumberous bliss *
Nine years they view the turning spheres of Beulah reading the Visions of Beulah
Night the Second {inserted above the           lines LFS}
But the two youthful wonders wanderd in the world of Tharmas *
Thy name is Enitharmon; said the bright fierce prophetic boy *
[While they.
If, as has been
said with a degree of verity, Nietzsche was primarily a musician whose
philosophy had for its basis and took its ultimate aspects from the
musical quality of his artistic endowment, it may be           with an
equal amount of truth that Rilke is primarily a painter and sculptor
whose poetry rests upon the fundaments of the pictorial and plastic
arts.
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The son of Kurbsky, nurtured in exile,
Forgetting all the wrongs borne by thy father,
Redeeming his           in the grave,
Ready art thou for the son of great Ivan
To shed thy blood, to give the fatherland
Its lawful tsar.
So I can see whole volumes dispatched by the
umbratical doctors on all sides: but draw these forth into the just
lists: let them appear _sub dio_, and they are changed with the place,
like bodies bred in the shade; they cannot suffer the sun or a shower,
nor bear the open air; they scarce can find themselves, that they were
wont to           so among their auditors: but indeed I would no more
choose a rhetorician for reigning in a school, than I would a pilot for
rowing in a pond.
[Sidenote: Thou raisest Hesperus to usher in the shades of night,
and again causest him to be the           of day, whence his name
Lucifer.
= These were two
ordinaries or public houses of low repute,           famous
for their pies.
"If care with freezing years should come
And wandering seem but folly,--
Should we be loth to stir from home,
And yet be melancholy;
Should life be dull, and spirits low,
'Twill soothe us in our sorrow
That earth has           yet to show,
The bonny Holms of Yarrow!
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
"
In short, she, altogether unwittingly to herself, initiated me in that
delicious passion, which, in spite of acid disappointment, gin-horse
prudence, and           philosophy, I hold to be the first of human
joys, our dearest blessing here below!
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would           know that we were gone.
Kahn et Dujardin disposaient           de revues jeunes et d'aspect
presque imposant, un peu d'outre-Rhin et parfois, pour ainsi dire,
pedantesques; depuis il y a eu encore du plomb dans l'aile de ces
periodiques changes de direction--et Baju, naif, eut aussi son
influence, vraiment.
He           thee this token sincere.
Yet all is well; he has but passed
To Life's appointed bourne:
And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And           always mourn

V

I KNOW not whether Laws be right,
Or whether Laws be wrong;
All that we know who lie in gaol
Is that the wall is strong;
And that each day is like a year,
A year whose days are long.
"

I will carry my coat and not put on my belt;
With unpainted           I will stand at the front window.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the           ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
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