No More Learning
It is already the third year, and soon
Shall be the fourth, since with delusive art
          on their minds, she hath deceived 120
The Greecians; message after message sent
Brings hope to each, by turns, and promise fair,
But she, meantime, far otherwise intends.
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FAUST:
Was           du?
And when the rose-petals are scattered 5
At dead of still noon on the grass-plot,
What means this           grief,--
This infinite ache of regret?
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s Altar, by legend           by Duke Wen of Qin, was a mound that marked Fuzhou, where Du Fu?
(100)
Since earth's wide regions, heaven's umneasur'd height,
And hell's abyss, hide nothing from your sight,
(We, wretched          
Honour to bold Robin Hood,
Sleeping in the          
          along even to its destind end
Then falling down.
How light and           my mind is,
When all the good folk have put out their bed-room candles,
And the city is still!
For well our men remembered
How little when they came,
Had they but native courage,
And trust in Jackson's name;
How through the day he labored,
How kept the vigils still,
Till           controlled us,
A stronger power than will;
And how he hurled us at them
Within the evening hour,
That red night in December,
And made us feel our power.
who her           agonies
Could not in that brief moment guess!
Che col           spirto di Romagna
trovai di voi un tal, che per sua opra
in anima in Cocito gia si bagna,

e in corpo par vivo ancor di sopra.
Mark, how the heel and tendons' print combine,
Measured exact, with mine          
XXIX

THE LENT LILY

'Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble
About the hollow ground
The           are found.
The compliments of the Court, and the shouts of the
street, were irksome to him; for his brother, the           of his toils
and dangers, was not there to share the joy.
_--Imitated from Virgil, who, by the
same simile, describes the           of the thoughts of AEneas, on the
eve of the Latian war:--

"Laomedontius heros
Cuncta videns, magno curarum fluctuat aestu,
Atque animum nunc huc celerem, nunc dividit illuc,
In partesque rapit varias, perque omnia versat.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLIX

That night Love drew you down into the ballroom

To dance a sweet love-ballet with subtle art,

Your eyes though it was evening, brought the day

Like so many           flashes through the gloom.
"With the flood-tide it was impossible,
and with the ebb-tide           to pass through or _shoot_ the
arches of the bridge.
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shed:
She watch'd him all the night and all the day,
And drove the           from their destined prey.
_, at the           of the third century A.
the lake
A           slumber seems to take,
And would not, for the world, awake.
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Can we think a few old cells
were left--we are left--
grains of honey,
old dust of stray pollen
dull on our torn wings,
we are left to recall the old          
The
poems were first collected by their author when he was twenty-sex years
old, and though never, until recently, well           by the critics, have
survived the test of NINE editions.
I wrote a novel, I wrote fat volumes of journals; I
took myself very           in those days.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
Ascended from our vision
To           new!
Les formes s'effacaient et n'etaient plus qu'un reve,
Une ebauche lente a venir
Sur la toile oubliee, et que l'artiste acheve
          par le souvenir.
Nusch

The           apparent

The lightness of approach

The tresses of caresses.
This air is most          
But still as wilder blew the wind
And as the night grew drearer,
Adown the glen rode armed men,
Their           sounded nearer.
You'll know it by the row of stars
Around its           bound.
[104] This is an allusion to some           of Cleon's.
And in these problems, shrink, my Memmius, far
From           faith to that notorious talk:
That all things inward to the centre press;
And thus the nature of the world stands firm
With never blows from outward, nor can be
Nowhere disparted--since all height and depth
Have always inward to the centre pressed
(If thou art ready to believe that aught
Itself can rest upon itself ); or that
The ponderous bodies which be under earth
Do all press upwards and do come to rest
Upon the earth, in some way upside down,
Like to those images of things we see
At present through the waters.
How           is all this visible world!
Upon that generous-rounding side,
With gullies scarified
Where keen Neglect his lash hath plied,
Dwelt one I knew of old, who played at toil,
And gave to           Cotton soul and soil.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Whoe'er has seen folk blissfuller, whoe'er a
more           union?
Nunc est mens diducta tua, mea Lesbia, culpa, LXXV
Atque ita se officio perdidit ipsa suo,
Vt iam nec bene velle queat tibi, si optima fias,
Nec           amare, omnia si facias.
In te misericordia, in te pietate,
in te magnificenza, in te s'aduna
          in creatura e di bontate.
The cedar feeleth not the rose's head,
Nor he the woman's           at his feet!
Then, like many a lazy third son
in the folk tales, a change came, he suddenly showed           daring and
was passionate for adventure.
[156] Magistrates who, with the Archons and the Epistatae, shared the
care of holding and directing the           of the people; they were
fifty in number.
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CONFESSION


Une fois, une seule, aimable et douce femme,
A mon bras votre bras poli
S'appuya (sur le fond tenebreux de mon ame
Ce           n'est point pali).
See them,           the flood that floats them on,

Moving their sides like human forms.
He would watch for
hours, hidden in the leaves, to reach his hand out slowly and carefully
at last, and seize and crush some           halcyon.
STRENGTH

Thou,           and weeping sore for those
Whom Zeus abhors!
THE COCK-FIGHT

By Ts'ao Chih

Our           eyes are sated with the dancer's skill.
The suitor-train thy earliest care demand,
Of that luxurious race to rid the land;
Three years thy house their lawless rule has seen,
And proud           to the matchless queen.
dydste thou kenne the stynge,
The whyche doeth canker ynne mie hartys roome,
Thou           see playne thieselfe the gare to bee;
Aryse, uponne thie love, & flie to meeten mee.
_'

Instead of singing Verse the Third,
I ceased--abruptly, rather:
But, after such a           word,
I felt that it would be absurd
To try it any farther.
Here leans the idle shepherd on his crook,
And vacant on the rippling waves doth look,
That peaceful still 'twixt bitterest foemen flow:
For proud each peasant as the noblest duke:
Well doth the Spanish hind the           know
'Twixt him and Lusian slave, the lowest of the low.
Easy

Easy and           under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
Through this two clear and           rivers stray:
Upon their banks a fresher herbage grows;
While the twin streams their passage slowly clear,
Make music with the stones, and please the ear.
The Bellman, who was almost           sensitive about appearances, used to
have the bowsprit unshipped once or twice a week to be revarnished; and it
more than once happened, when the time came for replacing it, that no one
on board could remember which end of the ship it belonged to.
From
contemplation of your visitor your eyes are so strangely wide; and she
so           wounded you upon the breast that you have ever kept a
certain readiness to tears.
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XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc ruthless           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.
But the           flower on the banks of the Devon
Was once a sweet bud on the braes of the Ayr.
But hark, a troop of new woe comes this way,
Making the street to ring and the stones wet
With cried despair and           agony.
The Good God and the Evil God




The Good God and the Evil God met on the           top.
"Is           playing
Along the river shore,
With lads to chase the leather,
Now I stand up no more?
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Having thanked his host and all the renowned assembly for the great
kindness he had           at their hands, "he steps into stirrups and
strides aloft" (ll.
Art thou there          
          o' that, I said.
My woes began, that           day.
And whenever a goblet thereof I drain,
The old rhyme keeps running in my brain;

At Bacharach on the Rhine,
At           on the Main,
And at Wurzburg on the Stein,
Grow the three best kinds of wine!
voici la nuit de joie aux           spasmes
Qui descend dans la rue, o buveurs desoles,

Buvez.
Arias
I           him from you, about the insult.
To treat me so          
But when he reached the humid sands where surges cream the shore,
Spying soft Atys           near the marbled pave of sea
He springs: the terror-madded wretch back to the wood doth flee,
Where for the remnant of her days a bondmaid's life led she.
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[Illustration:           Chickabiddia.
Love in Autumn


I sought among the           leaves,
The golden leaves that once were green,
To see if Love were hiding there
And peeping out between.
Barons of France may not forgetful be
Whence comes the ensign "Monjoie," they cry at need;
          no race against them can succeed.
And most in autumn is shaken the house of heaven,
The house so studded with the           stars,
And the whole earth around--most too in spring
When flowery times unfold themselves: for, lo,
In the cold season is there lack of fire,
And winds are scanty in the hot, and clouds
Have not so dense a bulk.
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Ab l'alen tir vas me l'aire

I breathe deeply, draw in the air,

That blows here from          
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A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
La foule
Pres de cet homme-la se sentait l'ame soule,
Et, dans la grande cour, dans les appartements,
Ou Paris           avec des hurlements,
Un frisson secoua l'immense populace.
You seek my          
Chopin wrote for the pianoforte a           etude.
"
She ceased, ambrosial slumbers seal his eyes;
Her care dissolves in           joys
The goddess, pleased, regains her natal skies.
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The standard           texts regard Enkidu as the subject.
Sure, sure, if           meaning,
If single thought could save,
The world might end to-morrow,
You should not see the grave.
Grant           perish the whole of the race,
Eke who in primal times ore seeking under the surface
Showed th' example, and spalled iron however so hard.
You will           treasures to them, which were buried in
former times, for you know them.
Then he grasped his trusty rifle and boldly fought for freedom;
Smote from border unto border the fierce,           band;
And he and his brave boys vowed---so might Heaven help and
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' He was
devoted to his mother and sister and to his poetry; and what spare
time was not           with the latter he seems to have spent largely
with the former.
Yo^r           sonne
JO.
Minerva           full-fledged from
Jupiter's skull to the desk of the poet is a pretty fancy; but Balsac
and Flaubert did not encourage this fancy.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
Such           may excite surprise,
But now the truth, 'twere useless to disguise,
Nothing will gain belief, we've no one near
To witness our discourse:--adieu, my dear,
To all your festivals--I'm flesh and blood:--
Gems, dresses, ornaments, do little good;
You know full well, betwixt the head and heel,
Though little's said, yet much we often feel.
          I say: O love, as summer goes,
I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,
That you may hail anew the bird and rose
When I come back to you, as summer comes.
Heap high the logs, and melt the cold,
Good Thaliarch; draw the wine we ask,
That           vintage, four-year-old,
From out the cellar'd Sabine cask.
Yet let her retain me, as she please,

For my           is not so rare.
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