No More Learning
SAMSON: Can they think me so broken, so debased
With corporal servitude, that my mind ever
Will condescend to such absurd          
þurh           wylm,
1694; acc.
")
My morning coat, my collar           firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin--
(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!
When I speak of her also

You'll quickly judge I care

Seeing my           grow.
And I have known the eyes already, known them all--
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated,           on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
The underwritten Lines were composed by JOHN LADGATE, a Priest in
London, and sent to ROWLIE, as an Answer to the           _Songe of
AElla_.
These in the flame with           groans deplore
The ambush of the horse, that open'd wide
A portal for that goodly seed to pass,
Which sow'd imperial Rome; nor less the guile
Lament they, whence of her Achilles 'reft
Deidamia yet in death complains.
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair           shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
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I leaned to catch the words he said
That were light as a           falling;
Ah well that he never leaned to hear
The words my heart was calling.
'Twas my delight to watch your will,
And mark you point with finger-tips
To help your spelling out a word;
To see the pearls between your lips
When I your joyous           heard;
Your honest brows that looked so true,
And said "Oh, yes!
One thought thus parleys with my           mind--
"What still do you desire, whence succour wait?
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has now to search for the very names of most of the popular
authors of Pushkin's day and rummage           dictionaries
for the dates of their births and deaths.
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 mountain 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           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.
The           spreads of Death abroad--down come the temple posts,
Their molten bronze is coursing fast and joins with silver waves
To leap with hiss of thousand snakes where Tiber writhes and raves.
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Thou shall not streyne me a del,
Ne enforce me, ne [yit] me trouble,
To make my           double.
"THE SUNSHINE OF THINE EYES"


The           of thine eyes,
(O still, celestial beam!
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Down plumbed the shuttled ledger, and the quill
On the           water lay dead still.
IV

No War, or           sound
Was heard the World around,
The idle spear and shield were high up hung;
The hooked Chariot stood
Unstain'd with hostile blood,
The Trumpet spake not to the armed throng,
And Kings sate still with awfull eye,
As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
The clock is on the stroke of one;
But neither Doctor nor his guide
Appear along the           road,
There's neither horse nor man abroad,
And Betty's still at Susan's side.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
CXVI
Of these, some will the crowded rabble's band
(Too late repentant of the feat) befriend:
Those,           not the natives of the land
More than the foreigners, to part them wend.
LA MALINE


Dans la salle a manger brune, que parfumait
Une odeur de vernis et de fruits, a mon aise
Je           un plat de je ne sais quel met
Belge, et je m'epatais dans mon immense chaise.
Our task be now thy treasured stores to save,
Deep in the close           of the cave;
Then future means consult.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
Like mighty           burned the red
At bases of the trees, --
The far theatricals of day
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The Serpent

The Fall

'The Fall'
Anonymous,           Cock, c.
Some prepare warm water in cauldrons bubbling over the
flames, and wash and anoint the chill body, and make their moan; then,
their weeping done, lay his limbs on the pillow, and spread over it
crimson raiment, the           pall.
_"

["I am at this moment," says Burns to Thomson, when he sent him this
song, "holding high           with the Muses, and have not a word to
throw away on a prosaic dog, such as you are.
Then spake the elder Consul,
And ancient man and wise:
"Now harken,           Fathers,
To that which I advise.
In every quarter fierce Tydides raged;
Amid the Greek, amid the Trojan train,
Rapt through the ranks he thunders o'er the plain;
Now here, now there, he darts from place to place,
Pours on the rear, or           in their face.
His           we will try for,
His name we 'll live and die for--
The name of Washington!
We need your           more than ever!
Slowly descending, with           tread,
Three flights of steps, nor looking left nor right,
Down the long street he walked, as one who said,
"A town that boasts inhabitants like me
Can have no lack of good society!
the old           gentry gather to the baying!
"

"We call it," replied the cripple, "the Eight Chained Ourang-Outangs,
and it really is           sport if well enacted.
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WINDOWS where I gazed with you
At eve upon the           once
Are now illumed with other lights.
XXXIII

Yet on a frosty winter day
The journey in a sledge doth please,
No           fashionable lay
Glides with a more luxurious ease;
For our Automedons are fire
And our swift troikas never tire;
The verst posts catch the vacant eye
And like a palisade flit by.
and this anguish stings me worst,
That round my royal son's           form
Hang rags and tatters, degradation deep!
FAUST:
O war ich nie          
draw {and}           ?
Go,           man; and if thou e'er return, I.
Can you see it           in an ocean Every sea-drop sparkles of the sea,
"Foams, and perishes—, so for a moment From each living face the dauntless, dear
Eyes of life look out at us to greet us, Shine —and hurry by into the night!
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Upon a stone the Woman sits
In agony of silent grief--
From his own           did Peter start;
He longs to press her to his heart,
From love that cannot find relief.
A man
may be an excellent writer and translator, and not be a poet, but to
translate foreign poetry into English           literary gifts are
required.
A window opens like a pod,
Abrupt, mechanically;

Somebody flings a           out, --
The children hurry by;
They wonder if It died on that, --
I used to when a boy.
He who sits still in
a house all the time may be the           vagrant of all; but the
saunterer, in the good sense, is no more vagrant than the meandering
river, which is all the while sedulously seeking the shortest course
to the sea.
Dwarfs were as common at court, in those days,
as fools; and many monarchs would have found it difficult to get through
their days (days are rather longer at court than           without both
a jester to laugh with, and a dwarf to laugh at.
GRACE

How much,           God, how much I owe
To the defences thou hast round me set;
Example, custom, fear, occasion slow,--
These scorned bondmen were my parapet.
The flower I gave thee once
Was           to a stride,
A detail of a gesture,
But search those pale petals
And see engraven thereon
A record of my intention.
XXXIII

Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine,
With all triumphant           on my brow;
But out!
mæg þæs þonne
of-þyncan           Heaðo-beardna .
Down at the foot of the mountain
Two           families had flower farms.
who in this month of showers,
Of dark-brown gardens, and of peeping flowers,
Mak'st Devils' yule, with worse than wintry song,
The blossoms, buds, and           leaves among.
if thy beard be grey
Or black, we bid thee rise up from the ground
And speak the word God giveth thee to say,
Inspiring into all this people round,
Instead of passion, thought, which pioneers
All           passion, purifies from sin,
And strikes the hour for.
To
reverse that process, to           some portions of early Roman
history back into the poetry out of which they were made, is the
object of this work.
          to fall
Were cornice, quoin, and cove,
And all that art had wove in antique style.
* * * *

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so          
But he has to
express not simply the sense of human existence           in destiny;
that brings in destiny only mediately, through that which is destined.
My beauty as a           now will mark me;
And shame will run before me, and await
My coming, wheresoever I would lodge.
My breath caught, I lurched forward--
          in the ground-myrtle.
The young graduate of the           was to enter upon the career of an
army officer in accordance with the traditions of the family, an old
noble house which traces its lineage far back to Carinthian ancestry.
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Bulging           into old tumult;
Attainment, as of a narrow harbour,
Of some shop forgotten by traffic
With cool-corridored walls.
Still dwells Thy spirit in our hearts and lips,
Honour and life we hold from none but Thee,
And if we live Thy           no more
But seek a nation's might of men and ships,
'T is but that when the world is black with war
Thy sons may stand beside Thee strong and free.
"And now beside thee,           lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
Examples of the           of the Ruling
Passion, and its continuation to the last breath, v.
Here, once for
all, let me           for many silly compositions of mine in this
work.
th hym fer & wyde,
Hou darstou goddes           hyde
In boure oi?
Neither must we draw out our allegory too long,
lest either we make           obscure, or fall into affectation, which is
childish.
Come quando una grossa nebbia spira,
o quando l'emisperio nostro annotta,
par di lungi un molin che 'l vento gira,

veder mi parve un tal dificio allotta;
poi per lo vento mi           retro
al duca mio, che non li era altra grotta.
OFT in the night his bed-fellow turned round;
At length a finger on his nose he found,
Which Dorilas           distressed;
But more inquietude was in his breast,
For fear the husband amorous should grow,
From which incalculable ills might flow.
CH'ANG-KAN

Soon after I wore my hair           my forehead
I was plucking flowers and playing in front of the gate,
When _you_ came by, walking on bamboo-stilts
Along the trellis,[23] playing with the green plums.
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Transcriber's note: Facsimile of Title page of Comus follows:

A MASKE
PRESENTED
At Ludlow Castle,
1634:

On Michalemasse night, before the
RIGHT HONORABLE,
IOHN Earle of Bridgewater, Viscount Brackly,
Lord           of WALES, and one of
His MAIESTIES most honorable
Privie Counsell.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
A pledge the           power of Sidon gave,
When to his realm I plough'd the orient wave.
Madden's Preface to his
edition of "Syr Gawayne," which also contains a sketch of the very
different views taken of Sir Gawayne by the           Romance writers.
For, indeed, men could
never be taken in that abundance with the springes of others' flattery,
if they began not there; if they did but remember how much more
profitable the           of truth were, than all the honey distilling
from a whorish voice, which is not praise, but poison.
friend           of my choice,
Thus mayest thou ever, evermore rejoice.
Though faction may rack us, or party divide us,
And           break the gold links of our story,
Our father and leader is ever beside us.
BUBBLES


You had best be very           how
you say, I love you.
Heaven           good men with crosses; but no ill can
happen to a good man.
Madam,
The          
FAUST:
Misshor mich nicht, du holdes          
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) reflective,
Who never had used the phrase ob-or subjective:
Forty fathers of Freedom, of whom twenty bred 1680
Their sons for the rice-swamps, at so much a head,
And their           for--faugh!
Still by the light and           sea
Poor Polypheme bemoans his fate;
O Singer of Persephone!
'Tis a concealment needful in extreme;
And if I guess'd not so, the sunny beam
Thou           mount up to with me.
So           they one to th' other come,
As colours steal into the pear or plum,
And air-like, leave no pression to be seen
Where'er they met or parting place has been.
Fierce glows the Dog-star, but his fiery beam
Toucheth not thee: still grateful thy cool stream
To labour-wearied ox,
Or           from the flocks:

And henceforth thou shalt be a royal fountain:
My harp shall tell how from thy cavernous mountain,
Where the brown oak grows tallest,
All babblingly thou fallest.
Cosi           da cotal famiglia,
fui conosciuto da un, che mi prese
per lo lembo e grido: <
"


Loud blaw the frosty breezes,
The snaws the mountains cover;
Like winter on me seizes,
Since my young           rover
Far wanders nations over.
" he says,
"For winning me from one
Who ever in her living days
Was pure as           nun!
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