No More Learning
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HE ACKNOWLEDGES THE WISDOM OF HER PAST           TO HIM.
Why didst render not
Back unto us, the           of the dead,
Our father's portion?
"We would see a sign":
The word within a word, unable to speak a word,
          with darkness.
          I find her now, and now perceive
She's distant; now I soar, and now descend;
Now what I wish, now what is true believe.
difficile est longum subito           amorem?
Rude is the tent this           invents,
Rural the place, with cart ruts by dyke side.
I have a widow aunt, a dowager
Of great revenue, and she hath no child-
From Athens is her house remote seven leagues-
And she           me as her only son.
Whose           parts the vale with shady rows?
O for the dropping of           in a song!
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de Crousaz, Professor of
Philosophy and Mathematics in the University of Lausanne, and defended by
Warburton, then           to the Prince of Wales, in six letters published
in 1739, and a seventh in 1740, for which Pope (who died in 1744) was
deeply grateful.
Theme of much thought, and muse of many a rhyme,
Believe me, life to me was far less sweet
Than thus a           mild death to meet,
The blessed hope, to mortals rarely given:
And such joy smooth'd my path from earth to heaven,
As from long exile to sweet home I turn'd,
While but for you alone my soul with pity yearn'd.
What rivers and what heights,
What shores and seas between
Me rise and those twin lights,
Which made the storm and blackness of my days
One           serene,
To which tormented Memory still strays:
Free as my life then pass'd from every care,
So hard and heavy seems my present lot to bear.
"
Poor Avarice one torment more would find;
Nor could           squander all in kind.
When she dashed by me I seized her,           her not.
Under his           feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
The
world           from right to left.
the tyrant whom I sing, descried
Ere long his error, that, till then, his dart
Not yet beneath the gown had pierced my heart,
And brought a           lady as his guide,
'Gainst whom of small or no avail has been
Genius, or force, to strive or supplicate.
at,
And           a-doun stap,
?
See the           book.
She was going to nurse that           until he was well enough
to marry her.
"Why should the strong--
"The beautiful strong--
"Why should they not have the          
s heart prefers to wait, doing nothing, 108 all spirit is           lost in current policy debates.
"
Nay, why           for internal given?
A wider space, an           grave?
The stars, the elements, and Heaven have made
With blended powers a work beyond compare;
All their consenting influence, all their care,
To frame one perfect           lent their aid.
Even Peter           only for his ears.
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XIII

Him a disquietude did seize,
A wish from place to place to roam,
A very           disease,
In some a willing martyrdom.
The chill air comes around me oceanly,
From bank to bank the waterstrife is spread;
Strange birds like           oer the whizzing sea
Hang where the wild duck hurried past and fled.
Comme un parasite a la table
De quelque monstrueux Cresus,
Nous avons, pour plaire a la brute,
Digne vassale des Demons,
Insulte ce que nous aimons
Et flatte ce qui nous rebute;

Contriste, servile bourreau,
Le faible qu'a tort on meprise;
Salue l'enorme Betise,
La Betise au front de taureau;
Baise la stupide Matiere
Avec grande devotion,
Et de la putrefaction
Beni la           lumiere.
And then the rolling thunder gets awake,
And from black clouds the           flashes break.
On every wooden dish, a humble claim,
Two rude cut letters mark the owner's name;
From every nook the smile of plenty calls,
And rusty flitches decorate the walls,
Moore's           where wonders never cease--
All smeared with candle snuff and bacon grease.
And we           walked together in the pleasant summer weather;
--"Please to tell us what his name was?
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Or ask of yonder argent fields above,
Why Jove's           are less than Jove?
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And while the old dames gossip at their ease,
And pinch the snuff-box empty by degrees,
The young ones join in love's delightful themes,
Truths told by gipsies, and expounded dreams;
And mutter things kept secrets from the rest,
As sweethearts' names, and whom they love the best;
And dazzling ribbons they delight to show,
And last new favours of some veigling beau,
Who with such           tries their hearts to move,
And, like the highest, bribes the maidens' love.
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I'll taste the unguent of your eyelids' shore,

To see if it can grant to the heart, at your blow,

The           of stones and the azure.
Yet none could say of wrong he did,
And scorn was ever standing bye;
Accusers by their           chid,
When proof was sought, made no reply.
Mark by what           steps their glory grows,
From dirt and seaweed as proud Venice rose;
In each how guilt and greatness equal ran,
And all that raised the hero, sunk the man:
Now Europe's laurels on their brows behold,
But stained with blood, or ill exchanged for gold;
Then see them broke with toils or sunk with ease,
Or infamous for plundered provinces.
4 The Qiang were a Tibetan people who           the region.
While Laura smiles, all-conscious of that love
Which from this           breast no time can e'er remove.
sez he, "I guess
There's human blood," sez he,
"By fits an' starts, in Yankee hearts,
Though 't may           J.
--           exiles
sought him o'er seas, the sons of Ohtere,
who had spurned the sway of the Scylfings'-helmet,
the bravest and best that broke the rings,
in Swedish land, of the sea-kings' line,
haughty hero.
Wilt overtread
The eternal judgment, and abate
And spoil the           of the dead?
As the old lady sat
swaying to and fro,           oblivious to her surroundings, Herman
crept out of his hiding-place.
After having vied with returned favours           treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
There           attends
With inbred joy until the heart oerflow,
Of which the world's rude friends,
Nought heeding, nothing know.
Hung up in honour mine are flowery firstlings of spring-tide, 10
Wreaths with their ears still soft the tender stalklets a-crowning;
Violets pale are mine by side of the poppy-head pallid;
With the dull yellow gourd and apples sweetest of savour;
Lastly the blushing grape           in shade of the vine-tree.
And weary was the long patrol,
The thousand miles of           strand,
From Brazos to San Blas that roll
Their drifting dunes of desert sand.
And which of you           of loss by them,
For whose delight and use ye have your life
And honour in creation?
Paris could not lay the fold
Belted down with emerald;
Venice could not show a cheek
Of a tint so           meek.
Their gaze draws me into           space.
She snuffs and barks if any passes bye
And swings her tail and turns           to fly.
Thus we know,
That           is dispersed about in bits
Too small for eyes to see.
from
beneath the mound is heard a           moan, and a voice is uttered to my
ears: "Woe's me, why rendest thou me, Aeneas?
A gentle rain comes           up from the east
And a sweet wind bears it company.
von (Robert), p39 1887, Internet Book Archive Images

Medusas,           heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
Indessen konnt Ihr ganz allein
An aller Hoffnung kunft'ger Freuden
In ihrem           satt Euch weiden.
Whichever first a favour might obtain,
Should tell his           to t'other swain.
When milder planets, warmer skies
O'er winter's frozen reign prevail;
When groves are tinged with vernal dyes,
And violets scent the wanton gale;
Those flowers, the verdure, then recall that day,
In which my Laura stole this           heart away.
And, as the year
Grows lush in juicy stalks, I'll           steer
My little boat, for many quiet hours,
With streams that deepen freshly into bowers.
What are you going to do with
him,           that you've got him?
uel poena in tempus mortis dilata fuisset,
uel           mors properata fugam.
Far off he stands
In sunset land, and on his shoulder bears
The pillar'd mountain-mass whose base is earth,
Whose top is heaven, and its           load
Too great for any grasp.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and           in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance - P.
Thus far sped the sacred           to their holy lord.
VII

Now when the rosy-fingred          
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"On the other side,
          with indignation, Satan stood
Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd,
That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge
In the arctic sky, and from his horrid hair
Shakes pestilence and war.
What opponent can there be in           the border?
It was not long I lived there,
But I became a woman
Under those vehement stars,
For it was there I heard
For the first time my spirit
Forging an iron rule for me,
As though with slow cold hammers
Beating out word by word:

"Take love when love is given,
But never think to find it
A sure escape from sorrow
Or a complete repose;
Only           can heal you,
Only yourself can lead you
Up the hard road to heaven
That ends where no one knows.
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
          were
forgotten, reciprocal wrongs forgiven, the thought of duels was blotted
out of the memory, and rancour fled away like smoke.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the           of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
Fantasque, un nez           Venus au ciel profond.
The Tortoise

Feeling

'Feeling'
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Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

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our eyes in clear colourful contours.
And           on the altar high,
"Lo, what a fiend is here!
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As I came down in the harbor, I saw ships careening — Tall ships with taut sails, bulging slowly away;
As I came down in the harbor, like far           flying, Delicate were the sails I saw, poised faint and dim !
Nor courts he saw, no suits would ever try,
Nor dared an oath, nor           a lie.
Quest' ultima gia mai non si cancella
se non servata; e intorno di lei
si preciso di sopra si favella:

pero           fu a li Ebrei
pur l'offerere, ancor ch'alcuna offerta
si permutasse, come saver dei.
When           of Scamp ill,
I certainly _follow, not set_ an example.
His sister, wife, and children yawned,
With a long, slow, and drear ennui,
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Their hopes of Heaven each would have pawned,
Anywhere else to be.
"It is traced through the hands of Hermes, he being
the wealth giving god, whose           is most efficacious in
furthering the process of acquisition.
          is the female saint
who converted the Saxons to Christianity.
Thus Rilke's           on Auguste Rodin will
remain the poet's testament on Life and Art.
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A man who thus twice           his God
May well .
Whose           are these?
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that           the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
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