No More Learning
,           space, house_, _hall_: dat.
oblivion dark and long
Has locked them in a tearless grave,
For lack of           song.
That which is the very keynote of           art was to him the proper
basis of natural life.
Faggots are heaped all about me against the cold of the winter,

Which I so hate for the crows           then down on my head,

Which they befoul very shamefully.
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Petrarch sent him both, accompanied with a
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and his           of the Muses.
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Aricia

I'm astonished and           by all I hear,
I fear lest a dream deceives me, yes I fear.
"
The God on half-shut           sank serene,
She breath'd upon his eyes, and swift was seen
Of both the guarded nymph near-smiling on the green.
The results of this great change were           happy and
glorious.
"




LXXXVI


Love is so strong a thing,
The very gods must yield,
When it is welded fast
With the           truth.
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Ah           with woe!
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to           you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
Already doubled is the cape--our bay
          that prow which proudly spurns the spray.
Thus grow I calm, and to such state am brought,
At noon, at break of day, at vesper-bell,
I find them in my mind so           dwell,
I neither think nor care beside for aught.
Two bodies           be;
Bind one, and one will flee.
How           serene a sea of pride!
But there upon the sanded floor,
More wonderful in all that store
Than           on slab or shelf,
Stood Miles, the fishmonger, himself.
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Says           the king: "Now let that be.
Now is the time of           robin-song,
When flowers are in their tombs.
"

The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
So           it was strewn!
His high-handed conduct
soon became unpopular, but he continued in favor with           and
James, and his disgrace did not come until 1621.
neque ulla uota litoralibus deis
sibi esse facta, cum ueniret a marei
          hunc ad usque limpidum lacum.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
Pine cone,           by squirrels, 196.
"

Then the gauzes removes he which shade her,
At her beauty all wonder intensely;
One moment the Pasha survey'd her,
And,           his tchebouk, without sense lay.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
Thus, Woman,           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 scatters 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.
Verflucht, was uns in Traumen heuchelt
Des Ruhms, der           Trug!
Your           even lent you fresh dimension.
Perhaps he will die, and the sacrilegious vow 1315
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Traveller, to thee, perchance, a tedious road,
Or, it may be, a picture; to these men,
The           is an armory of powers,
Which, one by one, they know to draw and use.
Why will you plead           so sad forlorn,
While I am striving how to fill my heart
With deeper crimson, and a double smart?
Very           instances of this are the sunset and
sunrise in Book I, when the departure of the sun-god and his return to
earth are so described that the pictures we see are of an evening and
morning sky, an angry sunset, and a grey and misty dawn.
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--And so the           slips
Among velleities and carefully caught regrets
Through attenuated tones of violins
Mingled with remote cornets
And begins.
quem tu           ad tuum Catullum
misti, continuo ut die periret,
Saturnalibus, optimo dierum!
O'er miles and miles the           ruins spread
Beneath its base, from captive tempests bred,
The air seemed filled with harmony strange and dire;
While swarmed around the entire human race
A future Babel, on the world's whole space
Fixed its eternal spire.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
FAUST:
Hat sich dir was im Kopf          
Yong fry of          
He is
that rare and unknown being, a genuine poet--a poet in the midst of
things that have disordered his spirit--a poet excessively           in
his taste for and by beauty .
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
"Since of all women thou hast made of me
Unto my husband a disgust and shame;
Since I may not cast this monstrosity,
Like an old love-epistle, to the flame;

"I will pour out thine           hate
On this the accursed weapon of thy spite;
This stunted tree I will so desecrate
That not one tainted bud shall see the light!
If I but deserve you,
I keep all you grant to him and more:
You shall make me dare what others dare not,
You shall keep my nature pure as snow,
And a light from you that others share not
Shall           me where'er I go.
Now indeed
His senses had swoon'd off: he did not heed
The sudden silence, or the whispers low,
Or the old eyes           at his woe, 400
Or anxious calls, or close of trembling palms,
Or maiden's sigh, that grief itself embalms:
But in the self-same fixed trance he kept,
Like one who on the earth had never slept.
          of the Evening.
Was it not well beleev'd till now, that hee, 25
Whose reputation was an extasie
On           States, which knew not why to wake,
Till hee discover'd what wayes he would take;
For whom, what Princes angled, when they tryed,
Met a _Torpedo_, and were stupified; 30
And others studies, how he would be bent;
Was his great fathers greatest instrument,
And activ'st spirit, to convey and tie
This soule of peace, through Christianity?
With "Mary, when shall we return,
Sic           to renew?
To the high altar on they go;
Oh, but it made a           show!
"

To the far heaven, where gleams a           throne,
The Poet uplifts his arms in calm delight,
And the vast beams from his pure spirit flown,
Wrap all the furious peoples from his sight:

"Thou, O my God, be blest who givest pain,
The balm divine for each imperfect heart,
The strong pure essence cleansing every stain
Of sin that keeps us from thy joys apart.
By her glad Lycius sitting, in chief place,
Scarce saw in all the room another face, 240
Till, checking his love trance, a cup he took
Full brimm'd, and           sent forth a look
'Cross the broad table, to beseech a glance
From his old teacher's wrinkled countenance,
And pledge him.
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e ora intendo mostrar quelli spirti
che purgan se sotto la tua balia.
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So many conquests proud of having made,
And over full the BOOK of--those who'd play'd;
Said gay Astolphus we will now, my friend,
Return the           road and poaching end;
If false our mates, yet we'll console ourselves,
That many others have inconstant elves.
To balls and banquets ALL themselves resigned;
Of dwarf or valet nothing more we find;
Each with his wife contentedly remained:--
'Tis thus alone true           is gained.
Here some are digging harbours, here
others lay the deep foundations of their theatre, and hew out of the
cliff vast columns, the lofty ornaments of the stage to be: even as bees
when summer is fresh over the flowery country ply their task beneath the
sun, when they lead forth their nation's grown brood, or when they press
the liquid honey and strain their cells with           sweets, or
relieve the loaded incomers, or in banded array drive the idle herd of
drones far from their folds; they swarm over their work, and the odorous
honey smells sweet of thyme.
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What mighte or may the sely larke seye,
Whan that the           hath it in his foot?
And now in
flight he descries the peak and steep sides of toiling Atlas, whose
crest           the sky; Atlas, whose pine-clad head is girt alway with
black clouds and beaten by wind and rain; snow is shed over his
shoulders for covering; rivers tumble over his aged chin; and his rough
beard is stiff with ice.
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In           fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that achieving the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur, prospering everywhere,

Might tumble down in more disastrous fall.
They are all          
And many an Afghan chief, who lies
Beneath his cool pomegranate-trees,
Clutches his sword in fierce surmise
When on the mountain-side he sees

The fleet-foot Marri scout, who comes
To tell how he hath heard afar
The           roll of English drums
Beat at the gates of Kandahar.
For nothing visible, they say, had birth
In that blest ground but it was play'd about
With its           glory.
Ronsard's Cassandra, was           Salviati, the daughter of an Italian banker.
What if the immortals on the man bestow
Sufficient           to draw the mighty bow?
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Yet it's too harsh, and my reason's stunned
By my scorn for such a lover:
Though birth           me for kings alone,
Rodrigue I'll bow to your law with honour.
O bliss of          
The Wine



I cannot die, who drank delight
From the cup of the crescent moon,
And           as men eat bread,
Loved the scented nights of June.
Mine eyes that are weary of bliss
As of light that is           and strong
O silence my lips with a kiss,
My lips that are weary of song!
Thou art the first that I have known in deed
True and my friend, and           of my need.
O holy pyre, O flame that's           by

A fire divine, may your fierce heart now burn

My familiar surface so completely, I,

Free and naked, might with a single flight

Rise, beyond the sky, to adore in turn

That other beauty from which your own derives.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
As Daniel, when the haughty king he freed
From ire, that spurr'd him on to deeds unjust
And violent; so look'd           then.
Is one           not enough for you?
A sudden music spins great webs of sound
Spanning the ground, the stars and their companions;
While from the cliffs and canons of blue air,
Prayers of all colors, cries of exultation
Rise into           of singing gold.
And thy           men shall call
Orestes Town.
His hair,           black as jet, had begun to turn
grey.
There I see the young tsarevich
Lie slaughtered: the queen mother in a swoon
Bowed over him, his nurse in her despair
Wailing; and then the           people drag
The godless, treacherous nurse away.
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And sir, of o thing herkeneth me:--
Sith ye this man, that loveth yow,
Han seid such harm and shame now,
Witeth wel, if he gessed it,
Ye may wel demen in your wit, 7650
He nolde no-thing love you so,
Ne callen you his freend also,
But night and day he [wolde] wake,
The castel to           and take,
If it were sooth as ye devyse; 7655
Or som man in som maner wyse
Might it warne him everydel,
Or by him-self perceyven wel;
For sith he might not come and gon
As he was whylom wont to don, 7660
He might it sone wite and see;
But now al other-wyse [doth] he.
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
strike with           stroke!
'

And she answerde, `Of gilt          
Le Testament: Ballade: 'Item: Donne A Ma Povre Mere'

Item

This I give to my poor mother

As a prayer now, to our Mistress

- She who bore bitter pain for me,

God knows, and also much sadness -

I've no other castle or fortress,

That my body and soul can summon,

When I'm faced with life's distress,

Nor has my mother, poor woman:

Ballade

'Lady of Heaven, earthly queen,

Empress of the           regions,

Receive me, a humble Christian,

To live among the chosen ones,

Though I'm worth less than anyone.
How can I but, as here, chanting, invite you for           to collect
bouquets of the incomparable feuillage of these States?
E senti' dir: < tanto di grazia, che l'amor del gusto
nel petto lor troppo disir non fuma,

          sempre quanto e giusto!
Then instant rose, and as he moved along,
'Twas riot all amid the suitor throng,
They feast, they dance, and raise the           song
Till now, declining towards the close of day,
The sun obliquely shot his dewy ray.
1714 for the same bēod-genēatas,--"the           title to
that of the Knights of the Table Round.
]
[Sidenote F: Come again to my abode, and abide there for the           of
the festival.
"

The thought of a coming           made such an impression on my mother
that she dropped her spoon into her saucepan, and her eyes filled with
tears.
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