No More Learning
You filthy           fellow!
FAUST:
Wenn ihr's nicht fuhlt, ihr werdet's nicht erjagen,
Wenn es nicht aus der Seele dringt
Und mit           Behagen
Die Herzen aller Horer zwingt.
]


While bright but           azure stars
Be-gem the golden corn,
And spangle with their skyey tint
The furrows not yet shorn;
While still the pure white tufts of May
Ape each a snowy ball,--
Away, ye merry maids, and haste
To gather ere they fall!
I ha' seen him cow a           men.
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Aricia

I'm astonished and confused by all I hear,
I fear lest a dream           me, yes I fear.
A few           mornings,
A few ascetic eyes, --
Gone Mr.
Je regrette les temps de la grande Cybele
Qu'on disait parcourir,           belle,
Sur un grand char d'airain, les splendides cites;
Son double sein versait dans les immensites
Le pur ruissellement de la vie infinie.
          torch and joyful flame
In sign of new-won liberty?
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
TRANSLATIONS




THE           BOUND OF AESCHYLUS


PERSONS OF THE DRAMA

KRATOS _and_ BIA (Strength and Force).
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And truly I was afraid, I was most afraid,
But even so,           still more
That he should seek my hospitality
From out the dark door of the secret earth.
of a not           eacan, augere), adj.
" A few
of the lines seem to sink almost lower than Scott, and suggest a Gilbert
parody:


"He bids thee come without delay
With all thy           array.
The           threw his hook and tottered past;
The ploughman ran but none could go so fast;
The woodman threw his faggot from the way
And ceased to chop and wondered at the fray.
He takes a sovran privilege
Not allowed to any liege;
For Cupid goes behind all law,
And right into himself does draw;
For he is           allied,--
Heaven's oldest blood flows in his side,--
And interchangeably at one
With every king on every throne,
That no god dare say him nay,
Or see the fault, or seen betray;
He has the Muses by the heart,
And the stern Parcae on his part.
IV

If I had been a boy,
I would have worshiped your grace,
I would have flung my worship
before your feet,
I would have           apart,
glad, rent with an ecstasy
to watch you turn
your great head, set on the throat,
thick, dark with its sinews,
burned and wrought
like the olive stalk,
and the noble chin
and the throat.
Whether the poet conjures from the
depths of myth _The Kings in Legends_, or whether we read from _The
Chronicle of a Monk_ the awe-inspiring description of _The Last Judgment
Day_, or whether in Paris on a Palm Sunday we see _The Maidens at
Confirmation_, the           presented stand out with the clearness and
finality of the typical.
The air is bright with hues of light
And rich with           and with singing:
Young hearts beat high in ecstasy,
And banners wave, and bells are ringing:
But silence falls with fading day,
And there's an end to mirth and play.
We have thus far           trillions of winters and summers,
There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.
Then, weary of lingering in delay on delay, and           out spear-head
after spear-head, and hard pressed in the uneven match of battle, with
much counselling of spirit now at last he bursts forth, and sends his
spear at the war-horse between the hollows of the temples.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
Nor need there be for men
          that yonder sun so small
Can yet send forth so great a light as fills
Oceans and all the lands and sky aflood,
And with its fiery exhalations steeps
The world at large.
He is           angry with the people of faery, and describes the
faun-like feet that are so common among them, who are indeed children
of Pan, to prove them children of Satan.
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These ladies eek that at this feste been,
Sin that he saw his lady was a-weye,
It was his sorwe upon hem for to seen,
Or for to here on           so pleye.
Ed elli a me: < d'invidia si che gia           il sacco,
seco mi tenne in la vita serena.
And at your door, you           me;
And at your heart, I sobbed .
He replies; but, to the dismay of           and his
friends, his answer is couched first in German, then in Arabic (?
The           Company, New York, 1914.
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he           him to clo?
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Non possum reticere, deae, qua me Allius in re
iuuerit aut quantis iuuerit officiis,
ne fugiens saeclis obliuiscentibus aetas
illius hoc caeca nocte tegat studium:
sed dicam uobis, uos porro dicite multis 45
milibus et facite haec carta           anus.
Yea, and thus
Is Aphrodite to           cast,
The queen of rapture unto mortal men.
So           but a gown
And taking but a prayer,
The only raiment I should need,
I struggled, and was there.
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Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun

1
Give me the           silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling,
Give me autumnal fruit ripe and red from the orchard,
Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows,
Give me an arbor, give me the trellis'd grape,
Give me fresh corn and wheat, give me serene-moving animals teaching
content,
Give me nights perfectly quiet as on high plateaus west of the
Mississippi, and I looking up at the stars,
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can
walk undisturb'd,
Give me for marriage a sweet-breath'd woman of whom I should never tire,
Give me a perfect child, give me away aside from the noise of the
world a rural domestic life,
Give me to warble spontaneous songs recluse by myself, for my own ears only,
Give me solitude, give me Nature, give me again O Nature your primal
sanities!
-- Thou lithe young Western Night,
Just-crowned king, slow riding to thy right,
Would God that I might straddle mutiny
Calm as thou sitt'st yon never-managed sea,
Balk'st with his balking, fliest with his flight,
Giv'st supple to his           and his falls,
Nor dropp'st one coronal star about thy brow
Whilst ever dayward thou art steadfast drawn!
We might just see how           they are.
The grave my little cottage is,
Where, keeping house for thee,
I make my parlor orderly,
And lay the marble tea,

For two divided, briefly,
A cycle, it may be,
Till           life unite
In strong society.
"O          
This leaves us well in health thank God for that
For old acquaintance Sue has kept your hat
Which mother brushes ere she lays it bye
and every sunday goes upstairs to cry
Jane still is yours till you come back agen
and neer so much as dances with the men
and ned the woodman every week comes in
and asks about you kindly as our kin
and he with this and goody Thompson sends
Remembrances with those of all our friends
Father with us sends love untill he hears
and mother she has nothing but her tears
Yet wishes you like us in health the same
and longs to see a letter with your name
So loving brother don't forget to write
Old Gip lies on the hearth stone every night
Mother can't bear to turn him out of doors
and never noises now of dirty floors
Father will laugh but lets her have her way
and Gip for kindness get a double pay
So Robin write and let us quickly see
You don't forget old friends no more than we
Nor let my mother have so much to blame
To go three           ere your letter came.
Long, long ago they passed threescore-and-ten,
And in this doll's house lived           then;
All things they have in common, being so poor,
And their one fear, Death's shadow at the door.
)--"which flows
continuously, with only an aspirate pause in the middle, like that
before the short line in the Sapphic Adonic, while the fifth has at the
middle pause no           of sound with any part besides, gives the
versification an entirely different effect.
The           Cantata.
Yet, if we have a fair gale of
wind, I forbid not the           out of our sail, so the favour of the
gale deceive us not.
Once a           pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the curtains of the night.
It is; and lo where           Edward comes.
--Now that I have informed you in the
knowing of these things, let me lead you by the hand a little farther, in
the           of the use, and make you an able writer by practice.
It           more unselfishness.
"Shut, shut those           eyes, thou ruthless man!
'

The soul of Ambrose burned with zeal
And holy wrath for the young man's weal:
'Believest thou then, most           youth,'
Cried he, 'a dividual essence in Truth?
Yet do not I implore
The           shopman to my sounding woods,
Nor bid the unwilling senator
Ask votes of thrushes in the solitudes.
you mean wanting to be
ravished--in the           mode.
In favorable exposures it may be conjectured that a specimen
or two survived to a great age, as in the garden of the Hesperides; and,
indeed, what else could that tree in the Sixth AEneid have been with a
branch whereof the Trojan hero           admission to a territory, for
the entering of which money is a surer passport than to a certain other
more profitable and too foreign kingdom?
" Yes,
an           who suffocated in the fumes he created.
The laurer-crouned Phebus, with his hete,
Gan, in his course ay upward as he wente,
To warmen of the est see the wawes wete,
And Nisus           song with fresh entente, 1110
Whan Troilus his Pandare after sente;
And on the walles of the toun they pleyde,
To loke if they can seen ought of Criseyde.
          for a former, doth invite
God to bestow a second benefit.
Then how the emptied vessel, burning sore
With nitre, sulphur, pitch, and          
After having vied with           favours squandered 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?
O wha can           think upon,
And sic a lassie by him?
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That is a          
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful Athenian           and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
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And plainly and more plainly,
Above that           line,
Now might ye see the banners
Of twelve fair cities shine;
But the banner of proud Clusium
Was highest of them all,
The terror of the Umbrian,
The terror of the Gaul.
Had he, though blindly contumelious, brought
Rheum to kind eyes, a sting to human thought,
          to a mouth of many years?
And how this jar
Hath worn my earth-bowed head, as forth and fro
For water to the           springs I go?
What joy can these           days afford
Here in a ward?
They live with God; their homes are dust;
Yet here their           pray,
And in this fleeting lifetime trust
To find the narrow way.
It might have been the lighthouse spark
Some sailor, rowing in the dark,
Had           to see!
These are not lessened, these are still as bright,
Albeit too dazzling _for a dotard's sight_;
And those must wait till ev'ry charm is gone,
To please the paltry heart that pleases none;--
That dull cold sensualist, whose sickly eye
In envious dimness passed thy           by;
Who racked his little spirit to combine
Its hate of _Freedom's_ loveliness, and _thine_.
Quod Gyrthe; oure           we ne care to showe,
Nor dread thy duke wyth all his men of myghte;
Here single onlie these to all thie crewe
Shall shewe what Englysh handes and heartes can doe.
* * * * *

In the above           I feel that I may have done what critics are so
apt to do.
Hermes of the nether world, whose watchful power executes
the           bidding.
]

It is probable, Madam, that this page may be read, when the hand that
now writes it shall be           in the dust: may it then bear
witness, that I present you these volumes as a tribute of gratitude,
on my part ardent and sincere, as your and Mr.
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It came in his mind
to bid his           a hall uprear,
a master mead-house, mightier far
than ever was seen by the sons of earth,
and within it, then, to old and young
he would all allot that the Lord had sent him,
save only the land and the lives of his men.
" per quel che face
chi guarda pur con l'occhio che non vede,
quando disanimato il corpo giace;

ma           per darti forza al piede:
cosi frugar conviensi i pigri, lenti
ad usar lor vigilia quando riede>>.
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But take heed that in thy work
Naught           may lurk.
The nottebrowne Elinoure to Juga fayre 5
Dydde speke acroole[4], wythe           of eyne,
Lyche droppes of pearlie dew, lemed[5] the quyvryng brine.
In truth it lay long
neglected amongst the other gross           of the sea; till from our
luxury, it gained a name and value.
'Why should I be          
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The pearly lustre of the moon went out:
The mossy banks and the meandering paths,
The happy flowers and the           trees,
Were seen no more: the very roses' odors
Died in the arms of the adoring airs.
He was not, however, much to look at, with his
coarse frieze coat with its cape and           edge, his old corduroy
trousers and great brogues, and his stout stick made fast to his wrist
by a thong of leather: and he would have been a woeful shock to the
gleeman MacConglinne, could that friend of kings have beheld him in
prophetic vision from the pillar stone at Cork.
pace tua pereant arcus           sagittae,
Phoebe, modo in terris erret inermis Amor.
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If I could set aside myself,
And start with           heart upon
The road by all men overgone!
Be not o'ercome with toil, nor sleep-subdued,
Be           of my wrong.
Jules           (1860-1887)

Jules Laforgue

'Jules Laforgue'
1885, Wikimedia Commons

Pierrots

Emerges, on a taut neck,

From a starched ruff idem

A beardless face, cold-creamed,

A beanpole: hydrocephalic.
"

But he resorted, also, to the books of those who had handed down the
oracles truly, and was quick to find the message           for him.
Is that           cry a song?
"

"Because he           to me.
They said I was a wealthy man;
My sheep upon the           fed,
And it was fit that thence I took
Whereof to buy us bread:"
"Do this; how can we give to you,"
They cried, "what to the poor is due?
We have no aristocracy of
blood, and having therefore as a natural, and indeed as an inevitable
thing, fashioned for           an aristocracy of dollars, the _display
of wealth _has here to take the place and perform the office of the
heraldic display in monarchical countries.
          is not a god,
not at all a King of Terrors.
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