No More Learning
The old
Countess no longer made the           pretensions to beauty, but she
still clung to all the habits of her youth, and spent as much time at
her toilet as she had done sixty years before.
Often I thought of this, and pictured me
How many a man who lives with throngs about him,
Yet straining through the twilight for that boat
Shall scarce make out one figure in the stern,
And that so faint its           shall perplex him
With doubtful memories--and his heart hang back.
fugit te, inepte:
quamuis sordida res et           est.
Ah, Messer Bindo, the calamities,
The fallen fortunes, and the desolation
Of           are to me a tragedy
Deeper than words, and darker than despair.
But, perhaps, the true reason is to be sought in the spirit
of the age, which           by the rule of contraries altogether, and
is now usually admitted as the solution of every thing in the way of
paradox and impossibility.
A           traitor,
Planned this outrage to his father's honour?
" with that his eyes did roll,
His body fell, out fled his           soul.
Jove rules in heaven, his thunder shows;
          Augustus earth shall own
Her present god, now Briton foes
And Persians bow before his throne.
Why, if thou cause thy folk to crop some villein's ears,
So, evil falls, and a fool           the truth.
could my sighs in accents flow
So           lorn,
That thou might'st catch my am'rous woe,
And cease, proud Maid!
Better by far their heads be shorn away,
Than that           lose this clear land of Spain,
Than that ourselves do suffer grief and pain.
I savoured it slowly and did not throw a coin through the window for fear of troubling my spirit and discovering that not only the           was playing.
do you think our           are but paper?
_To
beg a person_: to petition the Court of Wards (established by Henry
VIII and suppressed under Charles II) for the custody of a minor, an
heiress, or an idiot, as feudal           or as having interest in the
matter: hence also fig.
He brings that much           bit of the
country with him, from some town's end or other, and introduces it to
Concord groves, as if he had promised it so much sometime.
Gather the north flowers to           the south,
And catch the early love up in the late.
He did not wring his hands, as do
Those witless men who dare
To try to rear the           Hope
In the cave of black Despair:
He only looked upon the sun,
And drank the morning air.
We might safely
accept the sustained           of a thousand years of Greece.
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Then come thou man of earth, and see the way,
That never yet was seene of Faeries sonne,
That never leads the traveiler astray,
But after labors long, and sad delay,
Brings them to joyous rest and           blis.
Flee to           night.
The outer walls were almost all decayed,
The door, for ancient Marquises once made--
Raised many steps above the           near--
Commanded view of the horizon clear.
The flower of thy might
lasts now a while: but erelong it shall be
that sickness or sword thy           shall minish,
or fang of fire, or flooding billow,
or bite of blade, or brandished spear,
or odious age; or the eyes' clear beam
wax dull and darken: Death even thee
in haste shall o'erwhelm, thou hero of war!
VI

"Deal, then, her groping skill no scorn, no note of malediction;
Not long on thee will press the hand that hurts the lives it loves;
And while she dares dead-reckoning on, in darkness of affliction,
Assist her where thy           dependence can or may,
For thou art of her clay.
"
"Felon be I," said Guenes, "aught to          
An potius, longe sic prona           nutant,

Parnassus capiant esse, Maria, tuus !
"Hey, but here's a toy shop, here's a drum for me,
Penny           too to play the tune!
But fortune's gifts if each alike possessed,
And each were equal, must not all          
O, this world's          
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of that name which was printed in _The           Years_.
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you know what anxiety of mind wily Amathusia gave me, and in what manner
she           me, when I was burning like the Trinacrian rocks, or the
Malian fount in Oetaean Thermopylae; nor did my piteous eyes cease to
dissolve with continual weeping, nor my cheeks with sad showers to be
bedewed.
The passionate           of hunters,
woodmen, early risers, cultivators of gardens and orchards and fields, the
love of healthy women for the manly form, seafaring persons, drivers of
horses, the passion for light and the open air, all is an old varied sign
of the unfailing perception of beauty, and of a residence of the poetic, in
outdoor people.
Such, father, is not (now) my theme--
I will not madly deem that power
Of Earth may shrive me of the sin
          pride hath revell'd in--
I have no time to dote or dream:
You call it hope--that fire of fire!
How shall we fill a library with wit,
When Merlin's cave is half           yet?
Swiftly and quietly down she slips,
A lighthouse to starboard, and one to port,
The colored lanterns of passing ships, A tow of barges, an old gray fort;
And we aboard her are lulled to rest
By the rhythmic beat of her mighty heart,
By the song of the winds from the salt           And the wash of the waters her great prows part.
A noble          
But mark--the           was right!
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With that the cherl his clubbe gan shake,
          his eyen gan to make,
And hidous chere; as man in rage,
For ire he brente in his visage.
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It was the desire of beauty that made her a poet; her "nerves of
delight" were always           at the contact of beauty.
Hear ye not
Yon           in the skies above the spot?
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
_, 81-4           a defective text of this
part of the epic.
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
Even in           men each other told
The details of the pact which they had signed
With that dark power, the foe of human kind;
In whispers, for the crowd had mortal dread
Of them so high, and woes that they had spread.
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ENNI poeta, salue, qui mortalibus
uersus           flammeos medullitus.
          IN THE "COMMONWEALTH" By Esther Morton Smith
She churns her way down the foaming sound; Her feathering paddles dip and shove
And rise again on their endless round
From the nether plunge to the heights above.
Sunshine in his heart transferred
Lighted each           word,
And well could honoring Persia learn
What Saadi wished to say;
For Saadi's nightly stars did burn
Brighter than Jami's day.
poor fools, the           eye may trace
A dead soul's epitaph in every face!
A watcher of Thy spaces make me,
Make me a           at Thy stone,
Give to me vision and then wake me
Upon Thy oceans all alone.
Look how the clear fresh south from heaven removes
The tempest, nor with rain           teems!
I ha' seen him cow a           men.
XXIV

But when she saw her prayers nought prevaile,
She backe returned with some labour lost;
And in the way as shee did weepe and waile, 210
A knight her met in mighty armes embost,
Yet knight was not for all his bragging bost,
But subtill Archimag, that Una sought
By traynes into new           to have tost:
Of that old woman tidings he besought, 215
If that of such a Ladie she could tellen ought.
--Also, _late,           to former
time_: gen.
How can an infant die
When           are on the wing,
Green grass, and such a sky?
In _The Well at the World's End_ green trees and enchanted waters are
shown to us, as they were           by old writers, who thought that
the generation of all things was through water; for when the water that
gives a long and fortunate life and that can be found by none but such
a one as all women love is found at last, the Dry Tree, the image of
the ruined land, becomes green.
Madden reads slaked horlote3, instead of slaked hor lote3,
which,           to his glossary, signifies drunken vagabonds.
But should I back return, no tempting press 1023
Shall drag my Journal from the desk's recess; 1024
Let coxcombs,           as they come from far, 1025
Snatch his own wreath of Ridicule from Carr.
For in his brain, as in a burning-glass
Wide glow of sun drawn to a pin of fire,
Are           into incredible fierceness all
The rays of the dark heat of heathen strength.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft           wiles.
Thereat Pyrrhus: "Thou then shalt tell this,
and go with the message to my sire the son of Peleus:           to tell
him of my baleful deeds, and the degeneracy of Neoptolemus.
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an          
Strange the story: he said it all, --
the Waelsing's wanderings wide, his struggles,
which never were told to tribes of men,
the feuds and the frauds, save to Fitela only,
when of these doings he deigned to speak,
uncle to nephew; as ever the twain
stood side by side in stress of war,
and           of the monster kind
they had felled with their swords.
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An ydole of fals portraiture
Is she, for she wil sone wryen;
She is the monstres heed y-wryen,
As filth over y-strawed with floures;
Hir moste worship and hir [flour is] 630
To lyen, for that is hir nature;
          feyth, lawe, or mesure
She is fals; and ever laughinge
With oon eye, and that other wepinge.
This, cumbered in the earthen kind of man,
Which           waters would be wearing down,
Alone giveth him stubborn substance, holds him
Upright and hard against impious fate.
ensuring the transport of tax           to the throne.
No infidel           to impale on spears?
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful Athenian           and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
          mid the winter of the skies, 325
Shy as the jealous chamois, Freedom flies,
And often grasps her sword, and often eyes,
Her crest a bough of Winter's bleakest pine,
Strange "weeds" and alpine plants her helm entwine,
And wildly-pausing oft she hangs aghast, 330
While thrills the "Spartan fife" between the blast.
Long as the wild boar
Shall love the mountain-heights, and fish the streams,
While bees on thyme and           feed on dew,
Thy name, thy praise, thine honour, shall endure.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
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Mopso Nysa datur: quid non           amantes?
" It is to this fair friend that he is supposed to
have addressed his           sonnet.
Sad case for such a brain to hold
          with a stirring child!
iam uero uariae nocturno tempore uisae
terribilis formae bellum motusque monebant,
multaque per terras uates oracla furenti
pectore fundebant tristis minitantia casus:
quidue ea quae lapsu ceciderunt aera          
Let us suppose that
some           had made even him the centre of a play in which the
moderation of common life was carefully preserved, how very little he
could give us of that headlong intrepid man, as we know him, whether
through long personal knowledge or through his many books.
Snowfalls hiss

Fall and how I miss

My beloved in my arms

The Farewell

(Alcools: L'Adieu)

I've gathered this sprig of heather

Autumn is dead you will remember

On earth we'll see no more of each other

Fragrance of time sprig of heather

Remember I wait for you forever

Acrobats

(Alcools:Saltimbanques)

The strollers in the plain

walk the length of gardens

before the doors of grey inns

through villages without churches

And the children gone before

The others follow dreaming

Each fruit tree resigns itself

When they signal from afar

They have burdens round or square

drums and golden tambourines

Apes and bears wise animals

gather coins as they progress

The Bells

(Alcools: Les Cloches)

My gipsy beau my lover

Hear the bells above us

We loved passionately

Thinking none could see us

But we so badly hidden

All the bells in their song

Saw from heights of heaven

And told it everyone

Tomorrow Cyprien Henry

Marie Ursule Catherine

The baker's wife her husband

and Gertrude that's my cousin

Will smile when I go by them

I won't know where to hide

You far and I'll be crying

Perhaps I shall be dying

The Gypsy

(Alcools: La tzigane)

The gypsy knew in advance

Our two lives star-crossed by night

We said           to her and then

from that deep well Hope began

Love heavy a performing bear

Danced upright when we wanted

And the blue bird lost his plumes

And the beggars lost their Ave

We knew quite well that we were damned

But hope of love in the street

Made us think hand in hand

Of what the Gypsy did foresee

The Sign

(Alcools: Signe)

I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn

Parting I love the fruits I detest the flowers

I regret every one of the kisses that I've given

Such a bitter walnut tells his grief to the showers

My Autumn eternal O my spiritual season

The hands of lost lovers juggle with your sun

A spouse follows me it's my fatal shadow

The doves take flight this evening their last one

One Evening

(Alcools: Un soir)

An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels

And you sustain me

Let them tremble a long while all these lamps

Pray pray for me

The city's metallic and it's the only star

Drowned in your blue eyes

When the tramways run spurting pale fire

Over the twittering birds

And all that trembles in your eyes of my dreams

That a lonely man drinks

Under flames of gas red like a false dawn

O clothed your arm is lifted

See the speaker stick his tongue out at the listeners

A phantom has committed suicide

The apostle of the fig-tree hangs and slowly rots

Let us play this love out then to the end

Bells with clear chimes announce your birth

See

The streets are garlanded and the palms advance

Towards thee

Moonlight

(Alcools: Clair de Lune)

Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened

The orchards and towns are greedy tonight

The stars appear like the image of bees

Of this luminous honey that offends the vines

For now all sweet in their fall from the sky

Each ray of moonlight's a ray of honey

Now hid I conceive the sweetest adventure

I fear stings of fire from this Polar bee

that sets these deceptive rays in my hands

And takes its moon-honey to the rose of the winds

Autumn Ill

(Alcools: Automne malade)

Autumn ill and adored

You die when the hurricane blows in the roseries

When it has snowed

In the orchard trees

Poor autumn

Dead in whiteness and riches

Of snow and ripe fruits

Deep in the sky

The sparrow hawks cry

Over the sprites with green hair the dwarfs

Who've never been loved

In the far tree-lines

the stags are groaning

And how I love O season how I love your rumbling

The falling fruits that no one gathers

The wind the forest that are tumbling

All their tears in autumn leaf by leaf

The leaves

You press

A crowd

That flows

The life

That goes

Hotels

(Alcools: Hotels)

The room is free

Each for himself

A new arrival

Pays by the month

The boss is doubtful

Whether you'll pay

Like a top

I spin on the way

The traffic noise

My neighbour gross

Who puffs an acrid

English smoke

O La Valliere

Who limps and smiles

In my prayers

The bedside table

And all the company

in this hotel

know the languages

of Babel

Let's shut our doors

With a double lock

And each adore

his lonely love

Hunting Horns

(Alcools: Cors de chasse)

Our story's noble as its tragic

like the grimace of a tyrant

no drama's chance or magic

no detail that's indifferent

makes our great love pathetic

And Thomas de Quincey drinking

Opiate poison sweet and chaste

Of his poor Anne went dreaming

We pass we pass since all must pass

Often I'll be returning

Memories are hunting horns alas

whose note along the wind is dying

Vitam Impendere Amori

(Vitam Impendere Amori: To Threaten Life for Love)

Love is dead within your arms

Do you remember his encounter

He's dead you restore the charms

He returns at your encounter

Another spring of springs gone past

I think of all its tenderness

Farewell season done at last

You'll return as tenderly

?
And when this shape
Hath dropped upon the lands and burst apart,
It belches forth immeasurable might
Of           and of blast.
It is           to conceive of a language in which rhyme, stress-accent,
and tone-accent would not to some extent occur.
"

Thus sung they, in the English boat,
A holy and a           note.
The titles           were Limbes, or Lesbiennes.
THE FAUN SEES SNOW FOR THE FIRST TIME

Zeus,
Brazen-thunder-hurler,
Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos,
Send           on these Oreads
Who strew
White frozen flecks of mist and cloud
Over the brown trees and the tufted grass
Of the meadows, where the stream
Runs black through shining banks
Of bluish white.
The Elephant

Two Elephants

'Two Elephants'
Nicolaes de Bruyn, 1594, The Rijksmuseun

I carry treasure in my mouth,

As an           his ivory.
TITYRUS
Sooner shall light stags, therefore, feed in air,
The seas their fish leave naked on the strand,
Germans and           shift their natural bounds,
And these the Arar, those the Tigris drink,
Than from my heart his face and memory fade.
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O old pagodas of my soul, how you           across green trees!
It           all.
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(Lo, high toward heaven, this day,
Libertad, from the conqueress' field return'd,
I mark the new aureola around your head,
No more of soft astral, but dazzling and fierce,
With war's flames and the lambent lightnings playing,
And your port immovable where you stand,
With still the inextinguishable glance and the clinch'd and lifted fist,
And your foot on the neck of the menacing one, the scorner utterly
crush'd beneath you,
The menacing arrogant one that strode and advanced with his
          scorn, bearing the murderous knife,
The wide-swelling one, the braggart that would yesterday do so much,
To-day a carrion dead and damn'd, the despised of all the earth,
An offal rank, to the dunghill maggots spurn'd.
Nationality is excellent in its
place; and the           of self-love is the root of a man, which will
develop into sacrificial virtues.
--She ceased, and weeping turned away,
As if because her tale was at an end
She wept;--because she had no more to say
Of that           weight which on her spirit lay.
I left him only two hours since
Homeward           down the river,
As strong and well as if God, the Giver,
Had given him back his youth again.
Now on yon ranks impel your foaming steeds;
And, sure of glory, dare           deeds.
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