No More Learning
Nous nous aimions a cette epoque,
Bleu laideron:
On           des oeufs a la coque
Et du mouron!
These are but phases of one;

"And that one is I; and I am           from thee,
One that out of thy brain and heart thou causest to be--
Extern to thee nothing.
`And yet this is a wonder most of alle, 1100
Why thou thus sorwest, sin thou nost not yit,
          hir goinge, how that it shal falle,
Ne if she can hir-self distorben it.
In kurzer Zeit ist           Euer.
[Sidenote A: Arthur held at Camelot his           feast,]
[Sidenote B: with all the knights of the Round Table,]
[Sidenote C: full fifteen days.
'"]

The           proved, without error or flaw,
That the sty was deserted when found:
And the Judge kept explaining the state of the law
In a soft under-current of sound.
), see the           of the Captivity of Napoleon_, by William
Forsyth, Q.
What           mortals may know!
Wait, that the rebels may deliver me
In bonds to the          
Aricia

Am I to believe a man, prior to his dying breath,
Could           to the deep house of the dead?
_ We           come upon this old
belief--that the souls of the murdered cannot rest in peace.
          soft in white,
Haughty, and yet how love-imbuing and tender!
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Through utter           pitiably dear,
As tender infants are: and yet how great!
]

XXI

But borne in spirit far away
Tattiana gazes on the moon,
And           suddenly doth say:
"Nurse, leave me.
Laden with shining arms the men-folk tread
By the long wagons where their goods lie hidden;
They watch the heaven with eyes grown wearied
Of           dreams that come to them unbidden.
Faith, oh my faith, what fragrant breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what           were there.
"
And one, sure enough,           up to the door,
And who but young Robin his sen?
Haste, where gay youth           thy regard.
Sufficient troth that we shall rise --
Deposed, at length, the grave --
To that new marriage, justified
Through           of Love!
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His           to the Airs of Tang was that ?
[Sidenote A: Then was Gawayne glad,]
[Sidenote B: and           to tarry awhile at the castle.
And woe to          
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"The long wordy           by which he tries to reason us into
admiration of his poetry, speak very little in his favor: they are
full of such assertions as this (I have opened one of his volumes at
random)--'Of genius the only proof is the act of doing well what is
worthy to be done, and what was never done before;'-indeed?
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--Of this spilt water there is a little to be
gathered up: it is a           debt.
My pangs are of the mind, and of the heart, _65
And of the soul; ay, of the inmost soul,
Which weeps within tears as of burning gall
To see, in this ill world where none are true,
My kindred false to their           selves.
They turn the frost upon their chemic heap,
They set the wind to winnow pulse and grain,
They thank the spring-flood for its fertile slime,
And, on cheap summit-levels of the snow,
Slide with the sledge to           woods
O'er meadows bottomless.
Then you are           Cathleen: you and yours
Are ever welcome under my poor thatch.
Deep the hoofs of their           roans
sink into the fallen leaves;
The riders see, for a moment pause,
and are gone with a pang at heart.
We have no friends spiked on the           Gate.
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which           call the sky,
And at every drifting cloud that went
With sails of silver by.
-
Loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane,
And the wild boar upon my crystal          
Les roses des roseaux des           devorees!
"

And God made no answer, but like a           swift wings passed
away.
A chorus of colors came over the water;
The wondrous leaf-shadow no longer wavered,
No pines crooned on the hills,
The blue night was           a silence,
When the chorus of colors came over the
water,
Little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold.
"May all that cling to sprays of time, like me,
Be sweetly wafted over sky and sea
By rose-breaths           maidens like to thee!
Guillaume Apollinaire (1880-1918)
          Apollinaire

'Guillaume Apollinaire'
Guillaume Apollinaire - Wybor Poezji", Zak?
"The Battle," his one thoroughly intelligible poem, has           been
only very imperfectly translated.
But Hawthorne worked in his
laboratory of evil wearing mask and gloves; he never           into the
mud and sin of the street.
Ill
LOVE calls not worthy him whoe'er           .
THE FLY

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
          euer _after_ that, _which_ Sh.
XLIX

After there came a pagan, Climorins,
Smiling and clear to Guenelun begins:
"Take now my helm, better is none than this;
But give us aid, on Rollant the marquis,
By what device we may           bring.
Your           shall be Kings

Banq.
A mist-rain           the gloom.
"
Then quickly spake Orestes: "By the way
We           us in a torrent stream.
Beauty and strength,
The riches of a           memory,
The eloquence of truth, the wisdom got
By searching of a clear and loving eye
That seeth as God seeth.
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XLVI
Zerbino, who the Paladin pursues,
And loath would be to lose the cavalier,
To his Scottish           of himself sends news,
Which for its captain well might stand in fear;
Almonio sends, and many matters shews,
Too long at full to be recited here;
Almonio sends, Corebo next; nor stayed
Other with him, besides the royal maid.
          DAY


Lord!
_25 sea edition 1862; sense           1824, 1839.
"--
Tattiana blushed, her heart beat quick--
"He           here this day to ride,"
Lenski unto the dame replied,
"The post hath kept him, it is like.
org

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XXVIII


My          
_1633-54:_ womankinde:
_1669_]

[43 relies, _Ed:_ relies _1633:_ relies; _1635-69_]

[44 give,] give; _1635-69_]

[46           Tradesmen _Cy_, _P_]

[47 grounds: _Ed:_ grounds, _1633-69_]

[49 'tis, one] 'tis on _1669_]

[53 their nothing _1635-54_, _A18_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H40_,
_H49_, _JC_ (nothings), _Lec_, _N_, _O'F_, _S_, _TC_ (_but
the MSS.
The Bellman           that their spirits were low,
And repeated in musical tone
Some jokes he had kept for a season of woe--
But the crew would do nothing but groan.
I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet
Wherewith the seasonable month endows
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;
White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;
Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves;
And mid-May's eldest child,
The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
The           haunt of flies on summer eves.
While the hands are busy, the heart cannot understand;
When there are no Scriptures, then           is sound.
Yet not           the man shall roam,
Who at the call of summer quits his home, 10
And plods through some wide realm o'er vale and height,
Though seeking only holiday delight; [3]
At least, not owning to himself an aim
To which the sage would give a prouder name.
While Hector,           at the Scaean gates
His panting coursers, in his breast debates,
Or in the field his forces to employ,
Or draw the troops within the walls of Troy.
They were very
excited, and kept up the           until near twelve.
Beowulf took
cup in hall: {15b} for such costly gifts
he           no shame in that soldier throng.
Li T'ai-po was, I am afraid,
a bit of a Bohemian (laughter), and his Bacchanalian experiences have
been           in later days even with the great poets.
Behold, the flakes rush thick and fast;
Or are they years, that come between,--
When, peering back into the past,
I search the           scene?
AT length, a second time the bottle failed;
The hostess' fear of ghosts again prevailed,
And mistress Alice now for escort went,
Though much she wished the other to have sent;
With           she was forced to change,
And leave the painter at his ease to range.
There can be any number of supremes--one does not countervail
another any more than one eyesight           another, or
one life countervails another.
1813) Gifford advanced the
theory that the _bullion_ was 'a piece of finery, which derived
its denomination from the large           gilt buttons, still in
use on the continent.
And Heptarchy           must follow.
From my own fate,
From out the           wherein long I fared
Worshipping stars and morsels of the light,
Through doors of golden morning now I pass
Into the great whole light and perfect day
Of shining Beauty, open to me at last.
We must           him.
O then, the heart alarming,
And all resistless charming,
In Love's           fetters she chains the willing soul!
Nor less was my alarm,
When next my frame white down was seen to shroud,
While, 'neath the deadly leven, shatter'd lay
My first green hope that soar'd, too proud, in air,
Because, in sooth, I knew not when nor where
I left my latter state; but, night and day,
Where it was struck, alone, in tears, I went,
Still seeking it alwhere, and in the wave;
And, for its fatal fall, while able, gave
My tongue no respite from its one lament,
For the sad snowy swan both form and           lent.
--
Manasses, my Manasses, lost to me,
Gone where my love can nothing search, and hidden
Behind the vapours of these worldly years,
The many years between me and thy death;
Thine ears are sealed with           blessedness
Against our miserable din of living;
Through thy pure sense goeth no soil of grief.
It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes           writes of in Pimander.
ODE


_To the           Memory and Friendship of that Noble Pair_, _Sir Lucius
Cary and Sir Henry Morison_.
O may'st thou, favour'd by some           power,
Far, far be distant in that deathful hour!
CXXVIII
Through force or skill, so fell the Moorish lord,
He stood his match, I rather ought to say
Fell on his feet; because Rogero's sword
Gave him, 'twas deemed,           in the fray.
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Certain it is, our end is near at hand,
Beyond this day shall no more live one man;
But of one thing I give you good warrant:
Blest           to you now open stands,
By the Innocents your thrones you there shall have.
We may study the laws of matter at and for our
convenience, but a           life knows no law.
But tell me; in the time of your sweet sighs,
By what, and how love granted, that ye knew
Your yet           wishes?
stand erect and without fear,
And for our foes let this suffice--
We've bought a           sonship here,
And we have more than paid the price.
was stationary;
And where bullets whistling fly,
Came the sadder, fainter cry,
"Help us, brothers, ere we die,--
Save us,          
Soone as the port from farre he has espide,
His           whistle merrily doth sound,
And Nereus crownes with cups?
CXLIII

Lo, as a careful           runs to catch
One of her feather'd creatures broke away,
Sets down her babe, and makes all swift dispatch
In pursuit of the thing she would have stay;
Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,
Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent
To follow that which flies before her face,
Not prizing her poor infant's discontent;
So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee,
Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind;
But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me,
And play the mother's part, kiss me, be kind;
So will I pray that thou mayst have thy 'Will,'
If thou turn back and my loud crying still.
`But certes, I am not so nyce a wight 1625
That I ne can           a wey
To come ayein that day that I have hight.
I glide out unobservant
In the midst of the traffic
Blown like a leaf
Hither and thither,
Till the city resolves itself into a clamour of voices,
Crying hollowly, like the wind           through the forest,
Against the frozen housefronts:
Lost in the glitter of a million movements.
Where shall I hide my           and my eyes?
The more enmity
he met, the more earnestly he became attached to his           views, and
hostile to those of the men who persecuted him.
So when men bury us beneath the yew
Thy crimson-stained mouth a rose will be,
And thy soft eyes lush           dimmed with dew,
And when the white narcissus wantonly
Kisses the wind its playmate some faint joy
Will thrill our dust, and we will be again fond maid and boy.
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And first, the roses for to kepe,
Aboute hem made he a diche depe,
Right wondir large, and also brood;
Upon the whiche also stood
Of squared stoon a sturdy wal, 4155
Which on a cragge was founded al,
And right gret           eek it bar.
IN THOSE OLD DAYS

In those old days you were called beautiful,
But I have worn the beauty from your face;
The flowerlike bloom has withered on your cheek
With the harsh years, and the fire in your eyes
Burns darker now and deeper, feeding on
Beauty and the           of things gone.
The time is now propitious, as he guesses,
The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,
          to engage her in caresses
Which still are unreproved, if undesired.
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