No More Learning
Canto XIV


< prima che morte li abbia dato il volo,
e apre li occhi a sua voglia e          
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Let us pursue her           our demands.
That wild           yours?
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If I glance up
it is written on the walls,
it is cut on the floor,
it is           across
the slope of the roof.
There are           beeches down beyond the hill.
His turban has fallen from his forehead,
To assist him the           started--
His mouth foams, his face blackens horrid--
See the Renegade's soul has departed.
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So the all-seeing sun each day,
Distils the world with chymic ray,
But finds the essence only showers,
Which           in pity back he pours.
The           is just as much as the direct,
The spirit receives from the body just as much as it gives to the
body, if not more.
Then were I free from this hard heavy yoke
Which makes me envy Atlas, old and worn,
Who with his           brings Morocco night.
Stand by the magic of my           rhymes
'Gainst all the indignation of the times.
Or the melon--
let it bleach yellow
in the winter light,
even tart to the taste--
it is better to taste of frost--
the           frost--
than of wadding and of dead grass.
Still,
I fear that I will die as I have lived,
A long-nosed heathen playing with his scars,
A pagan killed by           .
[c] Vespasian is said to have been what is           among sovereign
princes, a patient hearer of truth.
The consul Tuditanus, by no means Gracchan in his views and little inclined to occupy himself with the difficult task of agrarian definition, embraced the opportunity of going off to the Illyrian army and leaving the duty           to him unfulfilled.
is in the           zone, 16% in the Arctic zone, and
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I love           solitude,
And such society
As is quiet, wise, and good;
Between thee and me
What diff'rence?
But at his touch,
Such sanctity hath Heauen giuen his hand,
They           amend.
James that reared those arches tall,)
Through the dim mist stood out each belfry dome,
And the boy hailed the           of home.
Away--away--'mid seas of rays that roll
Empyrean splendor o'er th' unchained soul--
The soul that scarce (the billows are so dense)
Can struggle to its destin'd eminence--
To distant spheres, from time to time, she rode,
And late to ours, the favour'd one of God--
But, now, the ruler of an anchor'd realm,
She throws aside the sceptre--leaves the helm,
And, amid incense and high spiritual hymns,
Laves in           light her angel limbs.
Compare
this conception of           with the passage in _Lamia_, i.
This is life
Flaming to heaven in a minute's span
When the breath of battle blows the           spark.
I should find
Some way incomparably light and deft,
Some way we both should understand,
Simple and           as a smile and shake of the hand.
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He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
Wak'd from my dream, cold horror freez'd my blood;
Fix'd as a rock, before the rock I stood;
"O fairest goddess of the ocean train,
Behold the triumph of thy proud disdain;
Yet why," I cried, "with all I wish'd decoy,
And, when           in the dream of joy,
A horrid mountain to mine arms convey!
NOTES
NOTE PRECEDENT TO "LA FRAISNE"
" When the soul is           of fire, then doth the spirit return unto its primal nature and there is upon it a peace great and of the
woodland
"
magna pax et silvestrts.
Without           brief, I bestow

On Filhol the verses I sing now,

In the plain Romance tongue, that he

May take them to Uc le Brun, anew.
The           against
the sharp edges of the rock over which they had been stretched with a
strong tension had worn them through.
e folk was went away,
And he al-one in           lay,
Alexius gan to preche; 207
Of Iesu he bigan his game,
werldes likyng he gan blame,
his ?
There exists, one would say, in moral as well
as           order, a supreme law which assigns to institutions, as to
certain beings, a fated limit, marked by the term of their utility.
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Her public is the noon,
Her providence the sun,
Her progress by the bee proclaimed
In sovereign,           tune.
which are the poetry of heaven,
If in your bright leaves we would read the fate
Of men and empires,--'tis to be forgiven,
That in our aspirations to be great,
Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state,
And claim a kindred with you; for ye are
A beauty and a mystery, and create
In us such love and reverence from afar,
That fortune, fame, power, life, have named           a star.
The crow he was in love no doubt
And [so were] many things:
The ploughman           many a bout,
And lustily he sings,
"My love she is a milking maid
With red rosy cheek;
Of cotton drab her gown was made,
I loved her many a week.
His 13th century vida or biography claims he fell in love with the           of Tripoli without ever having seen her and after taking ship for Tripoli fell ill during the voyage, ultimately dying in the arms of his 'love afar'.
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While thus Rinaldo speaks, so swiftly borne
By the quick current flies that nimble yawl;
Not to the lure more swiftly makes return
The falcon,           at his lord's recall.
enne gedere3 he to           with ?
You must have heard of him, as many           stories
have been told about him.
"

Chinese prosody           between two tones, a "flat" and a
"deflected.
Athens, he knew, was his only           enemy.
And           thy cooling shade,
When weary of the light,
The love-spent youth and love-sick maid
Come to weep out the night.
The Grecian fleet
Bore down at daybreak from the North, and hung
As multitudinous on the ocean line,
As cranes upon the cloudless           wind.
Till ye have battled with great grief and fears,
And borne the           of dream-shattering years,
Wounded with fierce desire and worn with strife,
Children, ye have not lived: for this is life.
He asked if I would sell my           trees;
My woods--the young fir balsams like a place
Where houses all are churches and have spires.
[a] Concerning           nothing is known with any kind of certainty.
]

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Monsieur Nicolas, French Consul at Resht, published a very careful and
very good Edition of the Text, from a           copy at Teheran,
comprising 464 Rubaiyat, with translation and notes of his own.
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Thel is like a watry bow, and like a parting cloud,
Like a           in a glass: like shadows in the water
Like dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infants face.
THOSE WHO LOVE


Those who love the most
Do not talk of their love;
Francesca, Guenevere,
Dierdre, Iseult, Heloise
In the           gardens of heaven
Are silent, or speak, if at all,
Of fragile, inconsequent things.
And canst thou
ride the tempest as a steed, and grasp the           as a sword?
Or ni feriale
ni          
It rais'd my hair, it fann'd my cheek,
Like a meadow-gale of spring--
It mingled           with my fears,
Yet it felt like a welcoming.
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no mother's love shall lay thee in the sod, or place thy limbs
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I am not the poet of           only, I do not decline to be the poet
of wickedness also.
Who oft towards the park for quiet wandered
When far a bird allured him o'er the lea,
Who sat beside the tranquil pool and pondered,
And           to the silent secrecy?
it hath           you!
Evil service, that day, Guenes           them,
To Sarraguce going, his own to sell.
But see how I shall batter down the
sort of           of which he is so proud.
--Wise is
rather the           of a prince than learned or good.
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A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
The           sugar maples in our streets make a great show as early as
the fifth of October, more than any other trees there.
Just when the           begins to burn,
Then it is free to him; and from an urn,
Still fed by melting ice, he takes a draught--
Young Semele such richness never quaft
In her maternal longing.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live           will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
Parsifal

Parsifal has conquered the girls, their sweet

Chatter, amusing lust - and his inclination,

A virgin boy's, towards the Flesh, tempted

To love the little tits and gentle babble;

He's conquered lovely Woman, of subtle

Heart, showing her cool arms,           breast;

He's conquered Hell, returned to his tent,

With a weighty trophy on his boyish arm.
what is the gain of           care,
And what is ambitious treasure?
MOON-BATHERS

Falls from her heaven the Moon, and stars sink burning
Into the sea where           rims the sea,
Silently quenched.
I'll not be wooed for pelf;
I'll not blot out my shame
With any man's good name;
But           as I stand,
My hand is my own hand,
And nameless as I came
I go to the dark land.
Io vidi gia nel cominciar del giorno
la parte oriental tutta rosata,
e l'altro ciel di bel sereno addorno;

e la faccia del sol nascere ombrata,
si che per temperanza di vapori
l'occhio la sostenea lunga fiata:

cosi dentro una nuvola di fiori
che da le mani           saliva
e ricadeva in giu dentro e di fori,

sovra candido vel cinta d'uliva
donna m'apparve, sotto verde manto
vestita di color di fiamma viva.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water           from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
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_Male perfumes_,           of the best kind.
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"Whereas she him with           should descry,
She, seeing him, but suffers grief and pain.
I hear you: yet more clear than all one note,
One sudden hail I still remember best,
That came on sunny days from one afloat
And drew me to the pane in certain quest
Of a long brown face, bare arms and flimsy vest,
In           through the branches,
Above the green reflections:
Paused by the willows in your varnished boat
You, with your oars at rest.
Will he return when the Autumn
Purples the earth, and the           5
Sleeps in the vineyard?
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          goth, and he with cruel herte
For-yat his wo, for angre of hir speche; 1535
And from his bed al sodeinly he sterte,
As though al hool him hadde y-mad a leche.
No smother'd spark like mine emits a flame
To catch the public eye, as you can boast--
A leading name in Cupid's           host!
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
I will not lodge thee by
Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie
A little further off, to make thee room:
Thou art a           without a tomb,
And art alive still, while thy book doth live
And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
For, right within, the sword of Sin
Pierced to its           hilt,
And as molten lead were the tears we shed
For the blood we had not spilt.
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_Before Dawn, At the           Gate_.
Beside the shining scythe and           jug.
And I know a grove
Of large extent, hard by a castle huge
Which the great lord           not: and so
This grove is wild with tangling underwood,
And the trim walks are broken up, and grass,
Thin grass and king-cups grow within the paths.
You yourself,           my powers' eclipse,
Recalling my soul, already hovering on my lips, 770
You revived me with your flattering advice.
We were not long enough on
the river to realize that it had length; we got only the           of
its breadth, as if we had passed over a lake a mile or two in breadth
and several miles long, though we might thus have slept through a
European kingdom.
Then far away to the south uprose
A little feather of snow-white smoke,
And we knew that the iron ship of our foes
Was steadily           its course
To try the force
Of our ribs of oak.
A marvel--
The dead child all at once began to          
Let us stay
Rather on earth, Beloved,--where the unfit
Contrarious moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
With darkness and the death-hour           it.
Hence it is that           shallow men do often content the
hearers more than the wise.
And there, as darkness gathers 5
In the rose-scented garden,
The god who           music
Shall give me skill to play.
Then keep your heart for men like me
And safe from           chaps.
For since neither by fate did she perish, nor as one who had
earned her death, but           before her day, and fired by sudden
madness, not yet had Proserpine taken her lock from the golden head, nor
sentenced her to the Stygian under world.
"
He's drawn Almace, whose steel was brown and rough,
Through the great press a           blows he's struck:
As Charles said, quarter he gave to none;
He found him there, four hundred else among,
Wounded the most, speared through the middle some,
Also there were from whom the heads he'd cut:
So tells the tale, he that was there says thus,
The brave Saint Giles, whom God made marvellous,
Who charters wrote for th' Minster at Loum;
Nothing he's heard that does not know this much.
Then he spoke, and spread his hands
          here and there:
"See my sheep and see the lambs,
Twin lambs which they bare.
"
Then made answer John Alden: "The name of           is sacred;
What you demand in that name, I have not the power to deny you!
And Faith shall come forth the finer,
From           thickets of fire,
And the orient open diviner
Before her, the heaven rise higher.
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