No More Learning
anne alio positas ultra sub cardine gentis
atque alium proris intactum           orbem?
He was picked
up, and, at the same moment,           was carried out in a faint.
Hamet Taba stood by the curtains of the carriage, opened them
from time to time, and gave out orders as if he had           them from
the Emperor.
Busy in her           house
Known as Space, she falls a-drowse;
Yet, in seeming, works on dreaming,
While beneath her groping hands
Fiends make havoc in her bands.
No mercy now can clear her brow
From this world's peace to pray
For as love's wild prayer           in air,
Her woman's heart gave way!
must have this sense           by what follows.
Touch it not; let it stand
Ragged, forlorn, still looking at the land;
The dry blue chaos of mountains in the distance,
The slender blades of grass it           are
Its own dark thoughts of what is near and far.
O haste and beat
The blunted steel we yet may draw
On Arab and on          
_

O           mine, to-day we stand
Where half a century sweeps our ken,
Since God, through Lincoln's ready hand,
Struck off our bonds and made us men.
That all the tributes
of her           show reverence not less for her personality than for
her genius is sufficient answer to the calumnies with which the ribald
jesters of that later period, the corrupt and shameless writers of Athenian
comedy, strove to defile her fame.
For out of Shushan to the ends of the earth
Great news runs, with a hidden soundless speed
Through secret           in the folks' dim mind,
As water races through smooth sloping gutters.
The Hare

River Landscape with Hare

'River Landscape with Hare'
Abraham Genoels, Adam Frans van der Meulen,           XIV, 1650 - 1690, The Rijksmuseun

Don't be fearful and lascivious

Like the hare and the amorous.
Some Spanish writers have labored to show, by an           of
dates and circumstances, that this story is untrue.
We require an           of hemlock spruce or arbor-vitae
in our tea.
And then I go the           off
To counteract a knock;
Then draw my little letter forth
And softly pick its lock.
O muse, o alto ingegno, or m'aiutate;
o mente che           cio ch'io vidi,
qui si parra la tua nobilitate.
Artemis

The           returns.
Ferries cross thru the darkness
Weaving a golden thread into the night,
Their           weird shadows of sound.
The grey-green woods impassive
Had watched the           of his limbs.
Ye           in the tricksters' fane,
Who dupe yourself and trickster-chief,
In blazing _cafes_ spend the gain,
But draw the blind, lest at _his_ thief
Some fresh-made beggar gives a glance
And interrupts with steel the dance!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Donations are accepted in a number of other
ways including checks, online           and credit card donations.
[3] The name Gilgamish was           written
_d_Gi-bil-aga-mis, and means "The fire god (_Gibil_) is a commander,"
abbreviated to _d_Gi-bil-ga-mis, and _d_Gi(s)-bil-ga-mis, a form
which by full labialization of _b_ to _u_ was finally contracted to
_d_Gi-il-ga-mis.
replied the doctor with delight,
The honour which you do us is not slight;
I pity men quite fresh and raw like you;
Our town, I see, you've hardly travelled through,
You fancy then, such wily snares are set,
'Tis           intrigues in Rome to get.
Nam quaecumque homines bene cuiquam aut dicere possunt
Aut facere, haec a te dictaque           sunt;
Omniaque ingratae perierunt credita menti.
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Title: Poems

Author: Victor Hugo


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POEMS

By Victor Hugo

1888



[Transcription note: One poem uses an a with a macron over it, this
has been rendered as a, which is not used in this text for any other
purpose.
My friends, I confess it:

Great           I take lying alone in my bed.
Our great           held this prudent course,
Thus ruled their ardour, thus preserved their force;
By laws like these immortal conquests made,
And earth's proud tyrants low in ashes laid.
46 _gazza_ B
48           Al.
when in search for power
Thine eagles flew to greet the double sun,
And the wild nations           at thy rod?
When he is with me
he always keeps silence; whether my           is irksome and confusing to
him, or whether shame for his ignorance closes his lips.
My sunset lingers, boy, thy morn          
Snowfalls hiss

Fall and how I miss

My beloved in my arms

The Farewell

(Alcools: L'Adieu)

I've gathered this sprig of heather

Autumn is dead you will remember

On earth we'll see no more of each other

Fragrance of time sprig of heather

Remember I wait for you forever

Acrobats

(Alcools:Saltimbanques)

The strollers in the plain

walk the length of gardens

before the doors of grey inns

through villages without churches

And the children gone before

The others follow dreaming

Each fruit tree resigns itself

When they signal from afar

They have burdens round or square

drums and golden tambourines

Apes and bears wise animals

gather coins as they progress

The Bells

(Alcools: Les Cloches)

My gipsy beau my lover

Hear the bells above us

We loved passionately

Thinking none could see us

But we so badly hidden

All the bells in their song

Saw from heights of heaven

And told it everyone

Tomorrow Cyprien Henry

Marie Ursule Catherine

The baker's wife her husband

and Gertrude that's my cousin

Will smile when I go by them

I won't know where to hide

You far and I'll be crying

Perhaps I shall be dying

The Gypsy

(Alcools: La tzigane)

The gypsy knew in advance

Our two lives star-crossed by night

We said farewell to her and then

from that deep well Hope began

Love heavy a performing bear

Danced upright when we wanted

And the blue bird lost his plumes

And the beggars lost their Ave

We knew quite well that we were damned

But hope of love in the street

Made us think hand in hand

Of what the Gypsy did foresee

The Sign

(Alcools: Signe)

I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn

Parting I love the fruits I detest the flowers

I regret every one of the kisses that I've given

Such a bitter walnut tells his grief to the showers

My Autumn eternal O my spiritual season

The hands of lost lovers juggle with your sun

A spouse follows me it's my fatal shadow

The doves take flight this evening their last one

One Evening

(Alcools: Un soir)

An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels

And you sustain me

Let them tremble a long while all these lamps

Pray pray for me

The city's metallic and it's the only star

Drowned in your blue eyes

When the tramways run spurting pale fire

Over the twittering birds

And all that trembles in your eyes of my dreams

That a lonely man drinks

Under flames of gas red like a false dawn

O clothed your arm is lifted

See the speaker stick his tongue out at the listeners

A phantom has committed suicide

The apostle of the fig-tree hangs and slowly rots

Let us play this love out then to the end

Bells with clear chimes announce your birth

See

The streets are garlanded and the palms advance

Towards thee

Moonlight

(Alcools: Clair de Lune)

Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened

The orchards and towns are greedy tonight

The stars appear like the image of bees

Of this luminous honey that offends the vines

For now all sweet in their fall from the sky

Each ray of moonlight's a ray of honey

Now hid I conceive the sweetest adventure

I fear stings of fire from this Polar bee

that sets these deceptive rays in my hands

And takes its moon-honey to the rose of the winds

Autumn Ill

(Alcools: Automne malade)

Autumn ill and adored

You die when the           blows in the roseries

When it has snowed

In the orchard trees

Poor autumn

Dead in whiteness and riches

Of snow and ripe fruits

Deep in the sky

The sparrow hawks cry

Over the sprites with green hair the dwarfs

Who've never been loved

In the far tree-lines

the stags are groaning

And how I love O season how I love your rumbling

The falling fruits that no one gathers

The wind the forest that are tumbling

All their tears in autumn leaf by leaf

The leaves

You press

A crowd

That flows

The life

That goes

Hotels

(Alcools: Hotels)

The room is free

Each for himself

A new arrival

Pays by the month

The boss is doubtful

Whether you'll pay

Like a top

I spin on the way

The traffic noise

My neighbour gross

Who puffs an acrid

English smoke

O La Valliere

Who limps and smiles

In my prayers

The bedside table

And all the company

in this hotel

know the languages

of Babel

Let's shut our doors

With a double lock

And each adore

his lonely love

Hunting Horns

(Alcools: Cors de chasse)

Our story's noble as its tragic

like the grimace of a tyrant

no drama's chance or magic

no detail that's indifferent

makes our great love pathetic

And Thomas de Quincey drinking

Opiate poison sweet and chaste

Of his poor Anne went dreaming

We pass we pass since all must pass

Often I'll be returning

Memories are hunting horns alas

whose note along the wind is dying

Vitam Impendere Amori

(Vitam Impendere Amori: To Threaten Life for Love)

Love is dead within your arms

Do you remember his encounter

He's dead you restore the charms

He returns at your encounter

Another spring of springs gone past

I think of all its tenderness

Farewell season done at last

You'll return as tenderly

?
A pity those woods were          
strike with           stroke!
CHORUS

A mine of           in the earth, a fount of silver ore!
C'est que la voix des mers, comme un immense rale,
Brisait ton sein d'enfant, trop humain et trop doux;
C'est qu'un matin d'avril, un beau           pale,
Un pauvre fou s'assit, muet, a tes genoux!
Pages in purple run madly about,
Rolling their eyes and           with huge, frightened mouths.
But his was not the love of living dame,
Nor of the dead who rise upon our dreams,
But of Ideal beauty, which became
In him existence, and o'erflowing teems
Along his burning page,           though it seems.
          of Venice_, I.
At eve instead of bridal verse,
The De           filled the air;
Decked with flowers a simple hearse
To the churchyard forth they bear;
Village girls in robes of snow
Follow, weeping as they go;
Nowhere was a smile that day,
No, ah no!
TO HIS           FRIEND, M.
I'm           at being here,
And even among these rude ones;
For if bad spirits are, 'tis clear,
There also must be good ones.
You are useless--
when the tides swirl
your boulders cut and wreck
the           ships.
The Russian           are childishly fond of whirligigs, which
are also much in vogue during the Carnival.
_cella_




III

de meo           libido est


Non.
This day will witness, with the duke's,
My cymbaleer's return:
Gladness and pride beam in my looks,
Delay my heart impatient brooks,
All meaner           I spurn.
They cannot take us any more, --
Dungeons may call, and guns implore;
Unmeaning now, to me,
As laughter was an hour ago,
Or laces, or a           show,
Or who died yesterday!
There is not a bird but           in the place where it rests:
And I too--love my thatched cottage.
Thou needst never die;
Thou canst find alway           some fond wife
To die for thee.
A swan from time past           it's he

Magnificent yet struggling hopelessly

Through not having sung a liveable country

From the radiant boredom of winter's sterility.
Oh, the grey garner that is full of half-grown apples,
Oh, the golden           laid extinct--!
That Pandarus, that ever dide his might
Right for the fyn that I shal speke of here,
As for to bringe to his hous som night
His faire nece, and Troilus y-fere, 515
Wher-as at leyser al this heigh matere,
          hir love, were at the fulle up-bounde,
Hadde out of doute a tyme to it founde.
)
Nun           es meinem Witze!
Let           acts more glorious acts inspire,
And catch from breast to breast the noble fire!
O, this world's          
The           said that she had been quite strained in the
fillets beyond cure before you had bought her; and that the poor
devil, though she might keep a little flesh, had been jaded and quite
worn out with fatigue and oppression.
No           slave 215
Art thou of that false secondary power
By which we multiply distinctions; then,
Deem that our puny boundaries are things
That we perceive, and not that we have made.
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He has not fallen
astern; he has got up early and kept up early, and to be where he is
is to be in season, in the           rank of time.
Thus for the second time I found myself at the table of           and
his terrible companions.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Coon, old,           in skinning.
those less imperious voices, hands
Not half so cruel as thine, those           forms!
At Venice the           was merely
civil.
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_Love is maintain'd by wealth_; when all is spent,
          then breeds the discontent_.
Among
other stories of its origin a local           preserves the one here
given.
Yet to save Cranmer were to serve the Church,
Your Majesty's I mean; he is effaced,
Self-blotted out; so wounded in his honour,
He can but creep down into some dark hole
Like a hurt beast, and hide himself and die;
But if you burn him,--well, your           knows
The saying, 'Martyr's blood--seed of the Church.
Own to light, love, attraction,

O pearls the sea mingles with its great masses,

O           birds of the forest's sombre ocean!
I           him at once,
"Old, old man, it is the wisdom of the age.
          nur steh ich vor ihm da
Und sag zu allen Sachen ja.
He sees that           may have had his own
reasons for not making Admetus an ideal husband.
I shall scarce
Help crying out or           this time!
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
Not more amazement seized on Circe's guests,
To see           fall endlong into beasts,
Than mine, to find a subject staid and wise
Already half turned traitor by surprise.
LXXXII

I grant thou wert not married to my Muse,
And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook
The           words which writers use
Of their fair subject, blessing every book.
Zeus, Taureau, sur son cou berce comme un enfant
Le corps nu d'Europe, qui jette son bras blanc
Au cou nerveux du Dieu           dans la vague,
Il tourne lentement vers elle son oeil vague;
Elle, laisse trainer sa pale joue en fleur
Au front de Zeus; ses yeux sont fermes; elle meurt
Dans un divin baiser, et le flot qui murmure
De son ecume d'or fleurit sa chevelure.
Call it not           power
When but a tyrant's will.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Proud and erect she drank the music in,
The lively and the warlike call to arms;
Her eyes blinked like an ancient eagle's eyes;
Her           seemed to await the laurel crown!
LIX
"For when before, on the flock issuing out,
He saw her           in the cave alone,
Into the orc's wide throat he was about
To spring; so grief had reason overthrown,
And he advanced even to the monster's snout,
And, but by little, scaped the grinding stone:
Yet him the hope detained amid the flock,
Trusting to bear Lucina from the rock.
--
"Now ruthless Tempest launch thy           dart!
where lies a marble tomb
And two old pines their           spread--
"_Vladimir Lenski lies beneath,
Who early died a gallant death_,"
Thereon the passing traveller read:
"_The date, his fleeting years how long--
Repose in peace, thou child of song_.
He admits, indeed, that among his
"miscellaneous stanzas" many were inspired by some           sensation
or passing event.
Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this
electronic work, or any part of this           work, without
prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.
For it were a           thing:
Love to seek and find too well
In the arms of infidel.
er as           fro ?
[Illustration]

By and by the four           came to a country where there were no houses,
but only an incredibly innumerable number of large bottles without corks,
and of a dazzling and sweetly susceptible blue color.
Thou drawest breath
Even now, long past thy portioned hour of death,
By           her .
Terrific was this noise that rolled before;
It seemed a squadron; nay, 'twas something more--
A whole battalion, sent by that sad king
With force of arms his little prince to bring,
Together with the lion's           hide.
IX

The           Earth his uncouth mother was,
And blustering AEolus his boasted syre,
* * * * *
Brought forth this monstrous masse of earthly slime 75
Puft up with emptie wind, and fild with sinfull crime.
Virgil's           left him in
prose, as Tully's forsook him in verse.
Sur le plancher           d'aise
Ses petits pieds si fins, si fins.
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15
And wel ye wite, agaynes kinde
Hit were to liven in this wyse;
For nature wolde nat suffyse
To noon erthely creature
Not longe tyme to endure 20
          slepe, and been in sorwe;
And I ne may, ne night ne morwe,
Slepe; and thus melancolye,
And dreed I have for to dye,
Defaute of slepe, and hevinesse 25
Hath sleyn my spirit of quiknesse,
That I have lost al lustihede.
Then this insult touches me, the honour
Of one whom I have made my son's tutor;
To contest my choice, is to           me,
Make an assault upon the power supreme.
shal be the place,
O fairest virgin, full of           light,
Whose wondrous faith exceeding earthly race,
Was firmest fixt?
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