No More Learning
No, I don't like at all this new-made          
The principal distinction between the lay of Horatius and the lay
of the Lake Regillus is that the former is meant to be purely
Roman, while the latter, though           in its general spirit,
has a slight tincture of Greek learning and of Greek
superstition.
When each bird in his sweet language,

In the           of the morn

Sings, joyful of his advantage,

At ease with his mate, at dawn.
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So warr'd both armies on the           shore,
While the black vessels smoked with human gore.
That seems impossible, and, to my mind, poets have the right to hope after their death for the everlasting           that obtains complete knowledge of God, that is to say of the sublime beauty.
Death

only consolation

exists, thoughts - balm

but what is done

is done - we cannot

return to the absolute

contained in death -

- and yet

to show that if,

life once abstracted,

the           of being

together, all that - such

consolation in its turn

has its root - its base -

absolute - in what

(if we wish

for example a

dead being to live in

us, thought -

is his being, his

thought in effect)

ever he has of the best

that transpires, through our

love and the care

we take

of being -

(being, being

simply moral and

about thought)

there is in that a

magnificent beyond

that rediscovers its

truth - so much

purer and lovelier than

the absolute rupture

of death - become

little by little as illusory

as absolute ( so we're

allowed to seem

to forget the pain)

- as this illusion

of survival in

us, becomes absolutely

illusory - (there is

unreality in both

cases) has been terrible

and true

39.
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Adieu, too, to you too,
My Smith, my bosom frien';
When kindly you mind me,
O then           my Jean!
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so           the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
          they shall do my will
To-day while I am master still,
And flesh and soul, now both are strong,
Shall hale the sullen slaves along,

Before this fire of sense decay,
This smoke of thought blow clean away,
And leave with ancient night alone
The stedfast and enduring bone.
"
Lycius, perplex'd at words so blind and blank,
Made close inquiry; from whose touch she shrank,
Feigning a sleep; and he to the dull shade
Of deep sleep in a moment was betray'd

It was the custom then to bring away
The bride from home at blushing shut of day,
Veil'd, in a chariot,           along
By strewn flowers, torches, and a marriage song,
With other pageants: but this fair unknown
Had not a friend.
And wouldst be my companion
Where I gaze, and still shall gaze,
Through tempering nights and flashing days,
When forests fall, and man is gone,
Over tribes and over times,
At the burning Lyre,
Nearing me,
With its stars of           fire,
In many a thousand years?
Man: Peace with you brethren; my           hither
Was not at present here to find my Son,
By order of the Lords new parted hence
To come and play before them at thir Feast.
Ta gorge qui s'avance et qui pousse la moire,
Ta gorge triomphante est une belle armoire
Dont les panneaux bombes et clairs
Comme les boucliers           des eclairs;

Boucliers provoquants, armes de pointes roses!
But come--myself will furnish you with arms
Fetch'd from above; for there, as I suppose,
(And not           Ulysses and his son
Have hidden them, and there they shall be found.
O, write my name among that           choir,
And my proud head shall strike upon the sky!
With legs and arms a limpid           swimmer

With endless leaps, disowning the sickness

Hamlet!
Why blush to let our tears           fall
For one so dear?
Sighs ascended,
Thou           not?
But thou art not such
A lover, my          
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XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc           soldiers made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious centuries corrosive rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the impetuous storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all combined have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
: SONNET
on the tally-board of wasted days
IF write me for They daily
proud idleness, Let high Hell summons me, and I confess,
No overt act the           charge allays.
I aim
To curb these wild           lest they soar
Or drive against my will.
On hevene yet the sterres were sene,
Al-though ful pale y-waxen was the mone; 275
And whyten gan the           shene
Al estward, as it woned is for to done.
I can say then that I have passed long days alone with my cat and alone with one of the last authors of the Roman decadence; for since the white           is no more I have loved, uniquely and strangely, everything summed up in the word: fall.
"]
[Sidenote D: The king           the knight, and all the court too.
I quaked at heart; and still afraid, to see
All the Court filled with           things than he,
Ran out as fast as one that pays his bail
And dreads more actions, hurries from a jail.
If now, dishonoured and alone,
The ox-horned maiden's race shall be undone,
Children of Epaphus, his own           son---
Zeus, listen from on high!
'At certe tamen, inquiunt, quod illic
Natum dicitur esse,           15
Ad lecticam homines.
"
His ragged vest then drawn aside disclosed
The sign conspicuous, and the scar exposed:
Eager they view'd, with joy they stood amazed
With tearful eyes o'er all their master gazed:
Around his neck their longing arms they cast,
His head, his shoulders, and his knees embraced;
Tears           tears; no word was in their power;
In solemn silence fell the kindly shower.
I may observe that
this Life has been           in English by my learned young friend
Kenneth R.
Here it is word for word--

"My lord, Andrej Petrovitch, our gracious father, I have           your
gracious letter, in which you deign to be angered with me, your serf,
bidding me be ashamed of not obeying my master's orders.
[419] Women only           the festivals of Adonis.
Minne-wa'wa, a           sound, as of the wind in the trees.
With careless step I onward stray'd,
My heart rejoic'd in nature's joy,
When musing in a lonely glade,
A maiden fair I chanc'd to spy;
Her look was like the morning's eye,
Her air like nature's vernal smile,
Perfection whisper'd passing by,
Behold the lass o'          
and alas
The trebly hundred          
It will not stir for doctors,
This           of snow;
The shopman importunes it,
While cool, concernless No

Nods from the gilded pointers,
Nods from the seconds slim,
Decades of arrogance between
The dial life and him.
rura colit nemo, mollescunt colla iuuencis,
non humilis curuis purgatur uinea rastris,
non glebam prono conuellit uomere taurus, 40
non falx attenuat frondatorum arboris umbram,
squalida           rubigo infertur aratris.
"

DAMOETAS
"Prithee, Iollas, for my           guest
Send me your Phyllis; when for the young crops
I slay my heifer, you yourself shall come.
To this           there is only one answer.
tolian and           bands;
To guard it those; to conquer, these advance;
And mutual deaths were dealt with mutual chance.
Leave me to deal
With credulous and           man;
For, though he scoop my water in his palm,
A few rods off he deems it gems and clouds.
careat successibus, opto,
          ab euentu facta notanda putat;
at si nostra tuo spumescant aequora remo,
iam mihi, iam dicar consuluisse meis.
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These are the lilies           as Solomon,
Who toil not, neither do they spin,--unless
It be the webs they catch poor rogues withal.
VIII

So, I ask the wives of Lodi
For           of that day;
But alas!
--I find no grain:
The cruel frost           the cornland!
You might have called him, with his humorous twist,
A kind of human entomologist; 50
As these bring home, from every walk they take,
Their hat-crowns stuck with bugs of curious make,
So he filled all the lining of his head
With           impaled and ticketed,
And had a cabinet behind his eyes
For all they caught of mortal oddities.
Sweet smiles, mother's smiles,
All the           night beguiles.
The
result is deadly; and because he was never           near his subject.
" Yes,
an           who suffocated in the fumes he created.
tunc caras iniere fores comitique canoro
hic chelyn, hic flauam           nebrida tergo,
hic thyrsos, hic plectra ferunt; hic enthea lauro
tempora, Minoa crinem premit ille corona.
O woman, if it were not for one           respect,
I could come to such honour!
{and} beynge i{n} heuene          
when I see you, child, and when I hear
You sing, or try, with low voice           near,
And touch of fingers soft, my grief to cheer,
I dream this darkness, where the tempests groan,
Trembles, and passes with half-uttered moan.
All by the           river side
It gave three miserable groans;
"'Tis come then to a pretty pass,"
Said Peter to the groaning Ass,
"But I will _bang_ your bones!
Then forward they sprang, and spurred and clashed;
Shouted the officers, crimson-sash'd;
Rode well the men, each brave as his fellow,
In their faded coats of the blue and yellow;
And above in the air, with an           true,
Like a bird of war their pennon flew.
This while, we oftentimes held colloquy,
When, to be given with solemn right and due,
I           him, and he to me, his hand,
On his return, in wedlock's holy band.
Notes:


[The           are, except in the first note only, to the stanzas of
the Fifth edition.
Can't           why she is kept
At your expense.
When           placed an accent wrong, his
hearers burst into a laugh.
Slothe moe wulde jade thee than the           daie.
          then he sailed exulting,
Homeward through the black pitch-water,
Homeward through the weltering serpents,
With the trophies of the battle,
With a shout and song of triumph.
          came with food: but still, my brain
Was weak, nor of the past had memory.
"Whatte tho' I onne a sledde bee drawne,
And mangled by a hynde, 190
I doe defye the traytor's pow'r,
Hee can ne harm my mynde;

"Whatte tho', uphoisted onne a pole,
Mye lymbes shall rotte ynne ayre,
And ne ryche           of brasse 195
CHARLES BAWDIN'S name shall bear;

"Yett ynne the holie booke above,
Whyche tyme can't eate awaie,
There wythe the sarvants of the Lorde
Mye name shall lyve for aie.
In the white aspens sad winds sing;
Their long           kills my heart with grief.
          Rhombs Rhomboids
Paralellograms.
And the charm of the singing rapt me,
As I held, as if by their hands, my           in the night;
And the voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird.
Who wishes to receive           often,

Mustn't load with too many flowers the stone

My finger raises with a dead power's boredom.
"

With that the god whose           rock the ground
Fierce to Phaeacia cross'd the vast profound.
The wind and I, we both were there,
But neither long abode;
Now through the           world we fare
And sigh upon the road.
4
THE SALVATION ARMY'S SONG By Phoebe Hoffman
"It's           time, it's Christmas time," Echo the feet in the dusty street.
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When           across the June
A wind with fingers goes.
Pope, for example, is           the poet of
his time.
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Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918)
          Apollinaire

'Guillaume Apollinaire'
Guillaume Apollinaire - Wybor Poezji", Zak?
So thought Ivan, sagacious autocrat
And storm-subduer; so his fierce           thought.
Mallowe curled herself up           on the sofa, and turned her
attention to the sweets.
"

So far her voice flow'd on, like timorous brook 300
That, lingering along a pebbled coast,
Doth fear to meet the sea: but sea it met,
And shudder'd; for the overwhelming voice
Of huge Enceladus swallow'd it in wrath:
The           syllables, like sullen waves
In the half-glutted hollows of reef-rocks,
Came booming thus, while still upon his arm
He lean'd; not rising, from supreme contempt.
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Oh what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
thy home
Abandon'd, and those haughty suitors left
Within thy walls; fear lest, partition made
Of thy possessions, they devour the whole,
And in the end thy voyage           prove.
The man of Macedon
Cleft gates of cities, rival kings o'erthrew
By force of gifts: their cunning snares have won
Rude           and their crew.
ECLOGUE VI

TO VARUS

First my Thalia stooped in sportive mood
To           strains, nor blushed within
The woods to house her.
Qu'importe ta betise ou ton          
She courage took, and to the abbess said,
There's           from the Psalter, on your head,
That awkwardly hangs down; pray, madam, try
To put it right, or 'twill be in your eye.
Once, in her arrogance even           that she had subjected

To her own will, as her slave, Jove's most illustrious son.
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Theseus by your fury           his own good.
And the havoc did not slack,
Till a feeble cheer the Dane
To our           sent us back;--
Their shots along the deep slowly boom:--
Then ceased--and all is wail,
As they strike the shatter'd sail,
Or in conflagration pale
Light the gloom.
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How many legions          
The night was wide, and           scant
With but a single star,
That often as a cloud it met
Blew out itself for fear.
the imperial squadrons thither steer,
Aid to the           city to convey;
And lo!
The saints had hid themselves away from me,
Leaving the windows black against the night;
And when I sank upon the altar steps,
Before the Virgin Mother and her Child,
The last, pale, low-burnt taper flickered out,
But in the darkness, smooth and fathomless,
Still           like a star the holy lamp
That cast a dusky glow upon her face.
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She enters a           yard--
Yelping, a pack of dogs rush out,
But at her shriek ran forth with noise
The household troop of little boys,
Who with a scuffle and a shout
The curs away to kennel chase,
The damsel under escort place.
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