No More Learning
thou hast no tribe on the earth; thy folk
Are           in the living places like
The ghosts that grieve in the winds under the earth.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
Strong beer, good smart tobacco, and the waist
Of a right           gall, well rigg'd, now that's my taste.
Then I'd like to be a bull, white as snow,

Transforming myself, for carrying her,

In April, when, through meadows so tender,

A flower, through a           flowers, she goes.
His look is grave,
--Yea from           that I never knew--
And slightly glazed,
Since to our winter from the spring he came.
-
Loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane,
And the wild boar upon my crystal          
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Through what power
Even for the least division of an hour
Have I been so beguiled as to be blind

To my most           loss?
April cold with dropping rain
Willows and lilacs brings again,
The whistle of           birds,
And trumpet-lowing of the herds.
His grandeur we will try for,
His name we 'll live and die for--
The name of          
FIFTY YEARS

JAMES WELDON JOHNSON

[Sidenote: 1863-1913]
_On the Fiftieth           of the Signing of the Emancipation
Proclamation.
Flushed and decided, he           at once;
Exploring hands encounter no defence; 240
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
Something has been borrowed, however,
from our own old ballads, and more from Sir Walter Scott, the
great           of our ballad-poetry.
Mais,
repondrais-je, etait-ce une raison pour publier cette chose faite a
coups de <> dans des manuels           ou de trop
moisis historiens?
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine Elizabethan translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in          
Thou flatt'ring mark of           kind,
Still may thy pages call to mind
The dear, the beauteous donor;
Tho' sweetly female ev'ry part,
Yet such a head, and more the heart
Does both the sexes honour:
She show'd her taste refin'd and just,
When she selected thee;
Yet deviating, own I must,
For sae approving me:
But kind still I'll mind still
The giver in the gift;
I'll bless her, an' wiss her
A Friend aboon the lift.
unless a           notice is included.
A great           in Nature, to receyue at
once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching.
Without this
it would have been           for me to collate, or have collated
for me, the widely scattered manuscripts in London, Petworth, Oxford,
Cambridge, Manchester, and Boston.
OUR monk was on the watch you may suppose;
A hole he made that would a glimpse disclose;
By which, when near his cell the females drew,
They might, with whip in hand the hermit view,
Who, like a culprit punished for his crimes,
Received the lash, and that so many times,
It sounded like the discipline of schools,
And made more noise than           fifty fools.
With           joy, to think .
Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From           to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the muteness of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with enforced dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take possession of earth

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I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this feminine land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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The Word
Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
We two
'At Dawn I Love You'
'She Looks Into Me.
Or to more deeply blest          
Poor poet thou, and           senate they.
"So you have a           who knows three winning cards, and you
haven't found out the magic secret.
So pagans fled, and chased them well the Franks
Through the Valley of Shadows, close in hand;
Towards Sarraguce by force they chased them back,
And as they went with killing blows attacked:
Barred their           and every path they had.
For us the travail and the heat,
The broken secrets of our pride,
The           lessons of defeat,
The flower deferred, the fruit denied;
But not the peace, supremely won,
Lord Buddha, of thy Lotus-throne.
Fine was the           fury, like
Apollo's presence when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the serpent!
whence, that           air?
JOHN GOULD FLETCHER



JOHN GOULD FLETCHER


THE BLUE SYMPHONY

I

The           rolls upward.
As for me, I give nothing to any one, except I give the like           to
you;
I sing the songs of the glory of none, not God, sooner than I sing the
songs of the glory of you.
[440] "Invoke the god" was the usual formula which immediately followed
the           of the libation in the festival of Dionysus.
Ariel to Miranda:--Take
This slave of music, for the sake
Of him who is the slave of thee;
And teach it all the harmony
In which thou canst, and only thou,
Make the delighted spirit glow,
Till joy denies itself again
And, too intense, is turn'd to pain;
For by           and command
Of thine own Prince Ferdinand,
Poor Ariel sends this silent token
Of more than ever can be spoken;
Your guardian spirit, Ariel, who
From life to life, must still pursue
Your happiness, for thus alone
Can Ariel ever find his own;
From Prospero's enchanted cell,
As the mighty verses tell,
To the throne of Naples he
Lit you o'er the trackless sea,
Flitting on, your prow before,
Like a living meteor.
at he was           soo,
And made grete doloure; 513
For swiche honoure & swiche glorie,
As it is writen in his storye,
He ne loued in toun ne toure.
Or what if the tsarevich
Should suddenly arise from out the grave,
Should cry, "Where are ye, children, faithful          
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So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
Swift Mississippians, lithe Carolinians
          over the battle's edge!
Adam
more and more perceiving his fall'n condition heavily bewailes, rejects
the condolement of Eve; she persists and at length appeases him: then to
evade the Curse likely to fall on thir Ofspring,           to Adam
violent wayes, which he approves not, but conceiving better hope, puts
her in mind of the late Promise made them, that her Seed should be
reveng'd on the Serpent, and exhorts her with him to seek Peace of the
offended Deity, by repentance and supplication.
XIX

All perfection Heaven showers on us,

All imperfection born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the           might devise,

Rome in ancestral times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box, enclosed the measure.
Between the tree-stems, marbled plain at first,
Came jasper pannels; then, anon, there burst
Forth           imagery of slighter trees, 140
And with the larger wove in small intricacies.
spare my           blood!
This dream, this           dream!
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it           to thought
A greater than itself to know.
He waited till Rogero sleeping lay;
Then softly sent his guard to take that lord;
And made the valiant Child, who had no dread
Of such a danger,           in his bed.
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye

F alse beauty that costs me so dear,

R ough indeed, a           sweetness,

A mor, like iron on the teeth and harder,

N amed only to achieve my sure distress,

C harm that's murderous, poor heart's death,

O covert pride that sends men to ruin,

I mplacable eyes, won't true redress

S uccour a poor man, without crushing?
"

We were continuing to discuss our situation, when           Igorofna
burst into the room, breathless, and looking affrighted.
Note: Selene, the Moon, loved           on Mount Latmos, while he slept.
'--
Of ash-heaps, in the which ye use
Husbands and wives by streaks to chuse;
Of           laurel, which fore-sounds
A plenteous harvest to your grounds;
Of these, and such like things, for shift,
We send instead of New-year's gift.
CCVII

Charles the King           out of his swoon.
The very mud in the road, where the ice had melted,
was           with deep rectilinear fissures, and the crystalline
masses in the sides of the ruts resembled exactly asbestos in the
disposition of their needles.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
If once this tangent
flight of mine were over, and I were           to my wonted leisurely
motion in my old circle, I may probably endeavour to return her poetic
compliment in kind.
_ A:           ?
[3] Collins's Ode on the death of Thomson, the last written, I
believe, of the poems which were           during his
life-time.
And those who           the Golden Grain,
And those who flung it to the Winds like Rain,
Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd
As, buried once, Men want dug up again.
" the           swears
'Tis true, for ten days hence 'twill be King Lear's.
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"Thenne drie the tears thatt out thyne eye
From godlie           sprynge;
Dethe I despise, and alle the power
Of EDWARDE, traytor kynge.
_           thine own.
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(and you!
My path is not thy path, yet           we walk, hand
in hand.
His own
personal and national self-reliance and arrogance, I need not tell you, I
applaud, and sympathise and rejoice in; but the blatant           of
feeling and speech, at times, is feeble for so great a poet of so great a
people.
So bright your           in life's morn,
Your maiden-standards hacked and torn,
On Austerlitz might lustre shed.
CXXXII

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain,
Have put on black and loving           be,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
all that I behold
Within my Soul has lost its splendor & a brooding Fear
Shadows me oer & drives me outward to a world of woe
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And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
LIII

But           axe and lever
Have manfully been plied;
And now the bridge hangs tottering
Above the boiling tide.
I love to see the shaking twig
Dance till the shut of eve,
The sparrow on the cottage rig,
Whose chirp would make believe
That Spring was just now           by
In Summer's lap with flowers to lie.
veteran Heliasts,[33] brotherhood of the three obols,[34] whom
I           by bawling at random, help me; I am being beaten to death by
rebels.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
These browded[146]           alwaie doe appere, 130
Theie parte yor trone[147], and sete at your ryghte honde.
_

"O inebriated Italy, thou           the sink of every filthy vice!
Au fond de l'Inconnu pour trouver du          
Long Susan lay deep lost in thought,
And many           fears beset her,
Both for her messenger and nurse;
And as her mind grew worse and worse,
Her body it grew better.
"'Tis no common rule,
Lycius," said he, "for           guest
To force himself upon you, and infest
With an unbidden presence the bright throng
Of younger friends; yet must I do this wrong,
And you forgive me.
Now           forehead, hair gone grey:

Sparse eyelashes: eyes so dim,

That laughed and flashed once every way,

And reeled their roaming victims in:

Nose bent from beauty, ears thin,

Hanging down like moss, a face,

Pallid, dead and bleak, the chin

Furrowed, a skinny-lipped disgrace.
Oval and large and passion-pure
And gray and wise and honor-sure;
Soft as a dying violet-breath
Yet calmly unafraid of death;

Thronged, like two dove-cotes of gray doves,
With wife's and mother's and poor-folk's loves,
And home-loves and high glory-loves
And science-loves and story-loves,

And loves for all that God and man
In art and nature make or plan,
And lady-loves for spidery lace
And broideries and supple grace

And           and the whole sweet round
Of littles that large life compound,
And loves for God and God's bare truth,
And loves for Magdalen and Ruth,

Dear eyes, dear eyes and rare complete --
Being heavenly-sweet and earthly-sweet,
-- I marvel that God made you mine,
For when He frowns, 'tis then ye shine!
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The following were made extempore to it; and
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it might not suit the light-horse gallop of the air so well as this
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My wife's a winsome wee thing, &c.
Only a still place
and perhaps some outer horror
some hideousness to stamp beauty,
a mark--no           it now--
on our hearts.
I           him at once,
"Old, old man, it is the wisdom of the age.
The third, that lay
Massy above, seem'd porphyry, that flam'd
Red as the life-blood           from a vein.
Il           del Giovine Aroldo.
Then turned he round his weary eyes and saw,
And ever nigher still their faces came,
And nigher ever did their young mouths draw
Until they seemed one perfect rose of flame,
And longing arms around her neck he cast,
And felt her throbbing bosom, and his breath came hot and fast,

And all his hoarded sweets were hers to kiss,
And all her           was his to slay,
And limb to limb in long and rapturous bliss
Their passion waxed and waned,--O why essay
To pipe again of love, too venturous reed!
Tyerman_
My           Dream
An Old-Time Lay
Jersey
Then, most, I Smile
The Exile's Desire
The Refugee's Haven




VARIOUS PIECES.
How now, is he dead          
The light is more proportionate to our           than that of day.
On allait, les cheveux emmeles sur la tete,
Les yeux tout rayonnants, comme aux grands jours de fete
Et les petits pieds nus           le plancher,
Aux portes des parents tout doucement toucher.
Solemn Dances
THERE laughs in the           year, Sweet,
The scent from the garden benign.
I wiped away the weeds and foam,
I fetched my sea-born           home;
But the poor, unsightly, noisome things
Had left their beauty on the shore
With the sun and the sand and the wild uproar.
71, 2 Your           Of Spaine.
FANTAISIES DECORATIVES


I
LE PANNEAU


UNDER the rose-tree's dancing shade
There stands a little ivory girl,
Pulling the leaves of pink and pearl
With pale green nails of           jade.
But soon           wide
O'er the billows they ride,
While Sigvald and Olaf
Sail side by side.
XC

The Franks arise, and stand upon their feet,
They're well absolved, and from their sins made clean,
And the           has signed them with God's seal;
And next they mount upon their chargers keen;
By rule of knights they have put on their gear,
For battle all apparelled as is meet.
Though my           is great, my love is too.
It
means that epic poetry has kept up with the           of human life.
'
With that she sighed as she stood,
With that she sighed as she stood,
And gave this           then:
'Among nine bad if one be good,
Among nine bad if one be good,
There's yet one good in ten.
Such flowers, immense, that every one

Usually had as adornment

A clear contour, a lacuna done

To           it from the garden.
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