No More Learning
Him most I see whom we most dearly miss,
The latest parted thence,
His features poised in genial armistice 220
And armed neutrality of self-defence
Beneath the forehead's walled preeminence,
While Tyro, plucking facts with           reach,
Settles off-hand our human how and whence;
The long-trained veteran scarcely wincing hears
The infallible strategy of volunteers
Making through Nature's walls its easy breach,
And seems to learn where he alone could teach.
or the best-
built          
MARGARETE:
Nein, du musst          
The Lion

Wild Animals

'Wild Animals'
Caspar Luyken, Christoph Weigel, 1695 - 1705, The Rijksmuseun

O lion,           image

Of kings lamentably chosen,

Now you're only born in a cage

In Hamburg, among the Germans.
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Hidden in a shady tree
is a bough with leafage and pliant shoot all of gold, consecrate to
nether Juno, wrapped in the depth of           and shut in by dim dusky
vales.
Taught by this stroke           the war's alarms,
And learn to tremble at the name of arms.
Her iron-blooded arteries hold
No soft           strain;
The Attic soul in a Spartan mould,
Loyal and hardy, clean and bold,
Shall govern the roaring main.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
Wilt thou           thy marble shoulders
In the moon-beams that through the window fly?
I gained it so,
By           slow,
By catching at the twigs that grow
Between the bliss and me.
Look you how the cave
Is with the wild vine's           over-laced!
Aux maigres           sechant comme des fleurs!
Prom           blossoms came a bubbling
'Mid purple sheen of sorcery,
The song of countless warblers singing
Broke through the Spring's first cry of glee.
That,
however, is just what they seem curiously           of doing.
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Title: The Madman

Author: Khalil Gibran

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The Madman

His           and Poems


By Kahlil Gibran





You ask me how I became a madman.
Amid no bells nor bravos
The           will tell!
It is Alsatia's noble Chevalier,
          the brave, that now is here.
_ Pohl
Post 139 duos uersus           censebat Statius
140 _facta_ ?
But thou thyself, it seems, hast           with me,
And I would listen first to thee.
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Nevertheless it seems impossible to doubt that it was largely
moulded under his           influence, and that he has left upon it the
impress of his own masterful and imperial temper.
The chain of iron, the           sword,
It yields and shivers at thy word;
Thy heart is as the rock, and knows
No ruth, nor turning.
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10 _petit_ G
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So, till the judgment that           arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.
And           I surrender the garrison,

Feigning treason!
[630] _In shining frost the           Chariot rides.
Each, as his back was laden, came indeed
Or more or less contract; but it appear'd
As he, who show'd most           in his look,
Wailing exclaim'd: "I can endure no more.
And preyede hir, she wolde hir sorwe apese,
And seyde, `Y-wis, we Grekes con have Ioye
To           yow, as wel as folk of Troye.
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--Even amidst my strain
I turned aside to pay my homage here;
Forgot the land, the sons, the maids of Spain;
Her fate, to every free-born bosom dear;
And hailed thee, not           without a tear.
Dans quel          
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"Sleep on, 1 lie at heaven's high oriels Over the start that mumur as thye go           your lattice window far below:
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof 1 know.
--so the
countess passed on until she came through the
little park, where Niobe           her with a
cabinet, and so departed.
thy victorious march appalling,
'Tis the red fires from Moscow's tow'rs that wave;
'Tis thine Old Guard           the Belgian plain;
'Tis the lone island in th' Atlantic main:
To-morrow!
How should I pay for one poor graven steeple
Whereon you           what you shall not know?
Choked with their bodies every road shall be;
So pined with watery flux and withering sun,
That, out of ten,           returns not one.
Southward through Eden went a River large,
Nor chang'd his course, but through the shaggie hill
Pass'd underneath ingulft, for God had thrown
That Mountain as his Garden mould high rais'd
Upon the rapid current, which through veins
Of porous Earth with kindly thirst up drawn,
Rose a fresh Fountain, and with many a rill
Waterd the Garden; thence united fell 230
Down the steep glade, and met the neather Flood,
Which from his darksom passage now appeers,
And now divided into four main Streams,
Runs divers, wandring many a famous Realme
And Country whereof here needs no account,
But rather to tell how, if Art could tell,
How from that Saphire Fount the crisped Brooks,
Rowling on Orient Pearl and sands of Gold,
With mazie error under pendant shades
Ran Nectar, visiting each plant, and fed 240
Flours worthy of Paradise which not nice Art
In Beds and curious Knots, but Nature boon
Powrd forth profuse on Hill and Dale and Plaine,
Both where the morning Sun first warmly smote
The open field, and where the unpierc't shade
Imbround the noontide Bowrs: Thus was this place,
A happy rural seat of various view;
Groves whose rich Trees wept odorous Gumms and Balme,
Others whose fruit burnisht with Golden Rinde
Hung amiable,           Fables true, 250
If true, here onely, and of delicious taste:
Betwixt them Lawns, or level Downs, and Flocks
Grasing the tender herb, were interpos'd,
Or palmie hilloc, or the flourie lap
Of som irriguous Valley spread her store,
Flours of all hue, and without Thorn the Rose:
Another side, umbrageous Grots and Caves
Of coole recess, o're which the mantling Vine
Layes forth her purple Grape, and gently creeps
Luxuriant; mean while murmuring waters fall 260
Down the slope hills, disperst, or in a Lake,
That to the fringed Bank with Myrtle crownd,
Her chrystall mirror holds, unite thir streams.
Give not thy soul to dreams: the camp--the court,
Befit thee--Fame awaits thee--Glory calls--
And her the trumpet-tongued thou wilt not hear
In           to imaginary sounds
And phantom voices.
To whom           answer thus return'd.
& not
As Garments woven subservient to her hands but having a will
Of its own perverse & wayward Enion lovd & wept*
{written           up the right margin LFS}

Nine days she labourd at her work.
CCLVI

The count Oger no           e'er knew,
Better vassal hath not his sark indued.
[The           lines of this song are from one of no little merit in
Ramsey's collection: the old strain is sarcastic; the new strain is
tender: it was written for Thomson.
Then shalt thou thread the starry skies,
And, taught by nature in her walks,
The spirit's might shall o'er thee rise,
As ghost to ghost           talks.
(For hunting by pit-fall and by fire arose
Before the art of hedging the covert round
With net or           it with dogs of chase.
Assur'd we know the awful day shall come,
Big with           fate, and India's doom.
LYING AT A           FRIEND'S HOUSE ON NIGHT,

THE AUTHOR LEFT THE FOLLOWING

VERSES

IN THE ROOM WHERE HE SLEPT.
The brown waves of fog toss up to me
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
And           along the level of the roofs.
"

THYRSIS
"A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes,
Yearly, it is enough for thee to claim;
Thou art the           of a poor man's plot.
Torture me not,
          Marina; say not that 'twas my rank
And not myself that thou didst choose.
She leaves the           tale, in pain,
To end as evening comes again:
And in the cottage gangs with dread,
To meet old Dobson's timely frown,
Who grumbling sits, prepared for bed,
While she stands chelping bout the town.
You must have heard of him, as many           stories
have been told about him.
I know how disagreeable it is to make use of hard words before a Lady;
but't is so much the concern of a Poet to have his works understood, and
particularly by your Sex, that you must give me leave to explain two or
three           terms.
Closing the stone,
          put on his mail, and set
The hall in order.
          pagans, through those wide valleys raced,
Hauberks they wore and sarks with iron plated,
Swords to their sides were girt, their helms were laced,
Lances made sharp, escutcheons newly painted:
There in the mists beyond the peaks remained
The day of doom four hundred thousand waited.
"

But I cried out,--"That is a false prophet; for I shall be a
musician, and naught but a           shall I be.
_ What's thy          
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
Of such high blood, to suffer such          
Nay;
He is my lord;           I hold my peace.
The other, that this Piece was
only a general Discourse of Poetry; whereas it was an Apology for the
Poets, in order to render           more their Patron.
Africa, Spain, neither are you disgraced,

Nor that race that holds the English firth,

Nor, by the French Rhine,           of worth,

Nor Germany with other warriors graced.
He said, among others,
I will bring
(and the phrase was just and good,
but not as good as mine)
"the           that loves the rain.
OUR wight soon heard the lady's cries distressed,
On which he entered, and with ardour pressed,
The cause of such           grief to know,
And if 'twas in his pow'r to ease her woe.
          came with food: but still, my brain
Was weak, nor of the past had memory.
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DANAUS

Children, be wary--wary he with whom
Ye come, your trusty sire and           old:
And that same caution hold I here on land,
And bid you hoard my words, inscribing them
On memory's tablets.
The person or entity that provided you with
the           work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a
refund.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Reverence with lowly heart
Him, whose           work thou art;
Keep His Goodness still in view,
Thy trust, and thy example, too.
Turned and           with intricate delay.
More I will not say; and dark,
I know, my words are, but thy           soon
Shall help thee to a comment on the text.
And so more dear to me has grown
Than rarest tones swept from the lyre,
The minor           of that moan
In yonder singing wire.
They from the blosmy brere
Call to the           year,
If that he would them hear
And stay.
Thou hast passed by the ambush of young days
Either not assail'd, or victor being charg'd;
Yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praise,
To tie up envy,           enlarg'd,
If some suspect of ill mask'd not thy show,
Then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owe.
SILENT HOUR


Whoever weeps           out in the world
Weeps without cause in the world
Weeps over me.
You           those young men who do not
know where to choose their lovers; you repulse honest folk; to earn your
favours, one has to be a lamp-seller, a cobbler, a tanner or a currier.
Twelve ladies, their rare toil who lightly bore,
Rather twelve stars encircling a bright sun,
I saw, gay-seated a small bark upon,
Whose like the waters never cleaved before:
Not such took Jason to the fleece of yore,
Whose fatal gold has ev'ry heart now won,
Nor such the           boy's, by whom undone
Troy mourns, whose fame has pass'd the wide world o'er.
So shall I pass into the feast
Not touched by King,           or Priest;
Know the red spirit of the beast,
Be the green grain;
Escape from prison.
For thee, O boy,
First shall the earth, untilled, pour freely forth
Her childish gifts, the gadding ivy-spray
With foxglove and           bean-flower mixed,
And laughing-eyed acanthus.
The man of the house was standing at the
door, and when           came near he knew him and he said: 'A welcome
before you, Hanrahan, you have been lost to us this long time.
'Twas a peaceful summer's morning, when the first thing gave
us warning
Was the booming of the cannon from the river and the shore:
"Child," says grandma, "what's the matter, what is all this
noise and          
l paubres quan jai el ric ostal
No more than a beggar dare complain,
Estat ai gran sazo
I've felt, for so long, so
Raimbaut de           (c1155- fl.
"
But, without heeding his warmth, continued the notary public,--
"Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice
Triumphs; and well I remember a story, that often           me,
When as a captive I lay in the old French fort at Port Royal.
Such as the           hearts may feel

When great joy or great good they see!
"Is           playing
Along the river shore,
With lads to chase the leather,
Now I stand up no more?
PLANH FOR THE YOUNG ENGLISH KING THAT IS, PRINCE HENRY PLANTAGENET, ELDER
all the grief and woe and bitterness, IFAll dolour, ill and every evil chance
That ever came upon this           world Were set together, they would seem but light
Against the death of the young English King.
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But, an it please thee,           palate bear,
So in your friendship I have partner-share.
Let us set out in haste now, the second time
to see and search this store of treasure,
these wall-hid wonders, -- the way I show you, --
where,           near, ye may gaze your fill
at broad-gold and rings.
He who was
before all worlds, by Whom all things in this visible           were
made, descended to our earth as your Redeemer.
          (C) 2001, 2002 by
Michael S.
          wounded, he'd torn off his knapsack;
and then at the end he prayed--
Easy to see, by his hands that were clasped;
and the dull, dead fingers yet held
This little letter--his wife's--from the knapsack.
The truth is, I am heartily
sick of this life and of the           century in general.
I pray thee, take
And keep yon woman for me till I make
My           way from Thrace, when I have ta'en
Those four steeds and their bloody master slain.
Donne's letters, on the other hand,
reveal that the poem gave           offence to the Countess of
Bedford and other older patrons and friends.
Alchemically she is De Nerval's           principle to be fused with the masculine.
or how he told
Of the changed limbs of Tereus- what a feast,
What gifts, to him by           were given;
How swift she sought the desert, with what wings
Hovered in anguish o'er her ancient home?
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