No More Learning
Rude is the tent this           invents,
Rural the place, with cart ruts by dyke side.
With yawning mouth the yellow hole
Gaped for a living thing;
The very mud cried out for blood
To the thirsty asphalte ring:
And we knew that ere one dawn grew fair
Some           had to swing.
The apple tree has been           by the Hebrews, Greeks, Romans, and
Scandinavians.
Ajax and           came to rescue Patroclus' body; Hector fled, but
had already stripped off the armour of Achilles, which he now put on
in place of his own.
FROM
THE           OF LIFE AND
THE SONGS OF DREAM AND
DEATH.
They stood amazed; so stiff and
grim lay the vast           oxhide sewed in with lead and iron.
He said, and with           aim, all threw
Their glitt'ring spears.
Not upon          
"

"Yea, Lord, I hear his carol's wordless voice;
And well may he rejoice
Who hath not heard of death's           noise.
Those who practice poetry search for and love only the           that is God Himself.
J'etais bien jeune, et Christ a souille mes haleines,
Il me bonda jusqu'a la gorge de degouts;
Tu baisais mes cheveux           comme des laines,
Et je me laissais faire!
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And who-so wol have           here,
He may not holde his tresour dere.
v
All things worth praise
That unto Khadeeth's mart have
From far been brought through perils over-passed, All santal, myrrh, and spikenard that disarms The pard's swift anger; these would weigh but light 'Gainst thy delights, my          
No thing is far or near; and           we
Float neither far nor near; but where we be
Weave dances round the Throne perpetually.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
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All fools have still an itching to deride,
And fain would be upon the           side.
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When sense from spirit files away,
And           is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
,           from life_: nom.
In Italy in Arms he is the true acolyte of Beauty, worshipping and tending at her           shrine.
5 From the Capital Secretly Making My Way to Fengxiang and           to Reach the Temporary Palace I I think back on the news from Qiyang to the west, that no one successfully got back.
Now,           Gawayne the noble!
Surely we were of all nations the least
liable to any           of vanity at a time when the gravest anxiety
and the keenest sorrow were never absent from our hearts.
If she wants me not, I'd rather

I'd died the day my service          
Odherr Partes bie           Mynstrelles_.
Those airy sprites that from the azure smile,
Peris and elfs the while they men beguile,
Have brows less           pure than yours; besides
Dishevelled they whose shaded beauty hides
In clouds.
_

HE           LAURA NOT TO HATE THE HEART FROM WHICH SHE CAN NEVER BE
ABSENT.
The diuell himselfe could not           a Title
More hatefull to mine eare

Macb.
J'ai suivi des mois pleins, pareille aux vacheries
Hysteriques, la houle a l'assaut des recifs,
Sans songer que les pieds           des Maries
Pussent forcer le muffle aux Oceans poussifs;

J'ai heurte, savez-vous?
here the forest ledge slopes--
rain has           the roots.
From that district I proceeded to Bath, Bristol, and so on to the
banks of the Wye; where I took again to           on foot.
First I must bring a           against you that applies equally
to both sides.
All my brood was           soundly, 36 he woke them and graced them with a meal.
A vendre l'anarchie pour les masses; la satisfaction           pour
les amateurs superieurs; la mort atroce pour les fideles et les amants!
'62'

Bernard Lintot, the publisher of Pope's           of Homer.
35
at libet           ficto te carpere questu.
The third in order,           her, lo!
The dust of travel blows ever in his eyes, and they preserve
their clear,           look.
Now when, declining from the noon of day,
The sun obliquely shoots his burning ray;
When hungry judges soon the sentence sign, 85
And wretches hang that jurymen may dine;
When merchants from th' Exchange return in peace,
And the long labours of the toilet cease,
The board's with cups and spoons, alternate, crowned,
The berries crackle, and the mill turns round; 90
On shining altars of Japan they raise
The silver lamp, and fiery spirits blaze:
From silver spouts the           liquors glide,
While China's earth receives the smoking tide.
_The Crow Sat on the Willow_

The crow sat on the willow tree
A-lifting up his wings,
And glossy was his coat to see,
And loud the ploughman sings,
"I love my love because I know
The milkmaid she loves me";
And           croaked the glossy crow
Upon the willow tree.
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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           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 contrees 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!
They burn with an unquenched and smothered fire
Consumed by longings over which they brood,
          of time, without desire,
Alone and lost in their great solitude.
Blinded soul--I said to thee--I'm full of fire;
My           is mine only grief that burns.
          we went round and round,
And through each hollow mind
The Memory of dreadful things
Rushed like a dreadful wind,
And Horror stalked before each man,
And Terror crept behind.
Touch and waken so, to a far hereafter,
Ebb and flow, the deep, and the dead in their longing:
Till at last, on the           face of the waters,
There shall be Light.
You watch me

I cannot tell you

the truth yet

I dare not, too little one,

What has           to you

-

One day I will tell it

to you

- for as a man

I'd not wish you

not to know

your fate

-

or man

dead child

28.
With you I shared Philippi's rout,
          parted from my shield,
When Valour fell, and warriors stout
Were tumbled on the inglorious field:
But I was saved by Mercury,
Wrapp'd in thick mist, yet trembling sore,
While you to that tempestuous sea
Were swept by battle's tide once more.
XXXIII
"Us to his den the           monster carried,
Hollowed within a rock, upon the shore;
Of snowy marble was that cavern quarried,
As white as leaf, unstained by inky score.
BROTHER TO A YOUNG LADY, A           FRIEND

OF THE AUTHOR'S.
[Illustration]

There was a Young Person of Smyrna,
Whose Grandmother           to burn her;
But she seized on the Cat, and said, "Granny, burn that!
LXVI
Well nigh abandoned was their royal lord
In his worst peril; for to Arles again
Had gone, with many of the paynim horde,
The sage Sobrino and the king of Spain;
Who, for the deemed the land unsafe, aboard
Their barks sought refuge, with a           train,
Barons and cavaliers, that served the Moor;
Who moved by their example put from shore.
THE OLD AGE OF QUEEN MAEVE


MAEVE the great queen was pacing to and fro,
Between the walls covered with beaten bronze,
In her high house at Cruachan; the long hearth,
          with ash and hazel, but half showed
Where the tired horse-boys lay upon the rushes,
Or on the benches underneath the walls,
In comfortable sleep; all living slept
But that great queen, who more than half the night
Had paced from door to fire and fire to door.
Sweet tuner of the Grecian lyre,
Whose locks are laved in Xanthus' dews,
Blooming          
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
          is truly a luminous language.
He made this somewhat ironic alba in 1257, a fitting coda to the           era.
Part of this strange document
was headed in legal form--'This is the last Will and Testament of me
Thomas Chatterton,' and           the declaration that the Testator
would be dead on the evening of the following day--'being the feast of
the resurrection.
Nothing so true as what you once let fall,
"Most women have no           at all.
"It is a broad, but very amusing,
satire upon those ideal republics, founded upon           principles,
of which Plato's well-known treatise is the best example.
          with _caract_ = Character.
Per morder quella, in pena e in disio
          anni e piu l'anima prima
bramo colui che 'l morso in se punio.
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The monster reared upwards in pain and anger,
Fell at the horses' feet, groaning, rolled over,
And           its fiery muzzle to them, again,
Covering them with blood, smoke and flame.
But I
am           certain, somehow or other, that you don't care the least
little bit in the world for ME.
J'eusse, si le maitre, donne juste un dessus de panier, quitte
a regretter que le reste dut disparaitre, ou, alors, ajoute ce reste a
la fin du livre, apres la table des matieres et sans table des matieres
quant a ce qui l'eut concerne, sous la rubrique < l'auteur>>, encore           de cette peut-etre trop indulgente deja
hospitalite les tout a fait apocryphes sonnets publies, sous le nom
glorieux et desormais sacre, par de spirituels parodistes.
XXXV

That darkesome cave they enter, where they find
That cursed man, low sitting on the ground,
Musing full sadly in his sullein mind;
His griesie lockes, long growen, and unbound, 310
Disordred hong about his           round,
And hid his face; through which his hollow eyne
Lookt deadly dull, and stared as astound;
His raw-bone cheekes, through penurie and pine,
Were shronke into his jawes, as?
TO THE LADY           HERBERT, &c.
_ Is           profitable that is good?
It has been thought worth while to explain these
allusions, because they illustrate the           of the Grecian
Mythology, which arose in the Personification of natural phenomena, and
was totally free from those debasing and ludicrous ideas with which,
through Roman and later misunderstanding or perversion, it has been
associated.
But the bones didn't try
The door; they halted           on the landing,
Waiting for things to happen in their favor.
Who robbed the woods,
The           woods?
It was in your cup I drank intoxication,

When they saw me praying at Iacchus' feet,

And from your           eyes' secret lightening,

For the Muses made me one of the sons of Greece.
Mercy's lost, and gone from sight

And now I can           it not.
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You daughter or son of          
And in the silence
I hear a woman's voice make answer then:
"Well, they are green,           no ship can sail them.
Ils vont prendre le train de huit heures
          leurs miseres de Padoue a Milan
Ou se trouvent le Cene, et un restaurant pas cher.
SIEBEL:
Ein           Patron!
In death Otho earned a noble name and           infamy, yet 31
at this time people were more afraid of Otho's burning passions than
of Vitellius' listless luxury.
A           of the West Saxon Gospels, Latin-West Saxon
and West Saxon-Latin.
and his           and his sisters
Are they not with us?
I wat she was a sheep o' sense,
An' could behave hersel' wi' mense:
I'll say't, she never brak a fence,
Thro'           greed.
"


FOOTNOTES:

[T] Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, the best-known and
best-beloved of           poets, was born at Portland, Maine, on
February 27, 1807.
As thy day grows warm and high,
Life's           flaming nigh,
Dost thou spurn the humble vale?
THE lucky hour, ye suitors learn I pray,
Is not each time the clock strikes through the day,
In Cupid's           I think I've read,
Old Time, by lovers, likes not to be led;
And since so closely he pursues his plan,
'Tis right to seize him, often as you can.
Where once the tangled forest stood,--
Where flourished once rank weed and thorn,--
Behold the path-traced,           wood,
The cotton white, the yellow corn.
To them
Aeneas grants leave in kind and courteous wise,           not their
prayer, and goes on in these words: 'What spite of fortune, O Latins,
hath entangled you in the toils of war, and made you fly our friendship?
ee the           is an _A?
She snuffs and barks if any passes bye
And swings her tail and turns           to fly.
The           is stained with brown,
except one corner, and the first line written in a legal texting hand.
And still in boyish rivalry
Young Daphnis           his mate;
Dost thou remember Sicily?
Gliddon formed one of our party; and he had no difficulty in
translating the letters, which were simply phonetic, and           the
word _Allamistakeo_.
When           were mentioned
they went out in the dark and plucked some.
[457] Carystus was a city of Euboea notorious for the dissoluteness of
its inhabitants; hence the           of these Carystian youths in the
women's invitation.
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