No More Learning
in act
So overrun with vermin troubles,
The coarse, sharp-cornered, ugly fact
Of life           all his bubbles:
Had he but lived in Plato's day,
He might, unless my fancy errs,
Have shared that golden voice's sway
O'er barefooted philosophers.
Oh, Thou who hast           the Tarn!
'
And he gan at him-self to iape faste,
And seyde, `Nece, I have so greet a pyne 1165
For love, that every other day I faste' --
And gan his beste Iapes forth to caste;
And made hir so to laughe at his folye,
That she for           wende for to dye.
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And heard this voice of sorrow           from the hollow pit.
But what was she, the black-robed, with the eyes
So           alight, the last who spoke?
I 've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the           sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
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ey knowe hym nought; 284
That voyce sayde on that ylke a daye,
And tolde hym redyly where he laye;
'In eufamyans hous,' he sayde, 'is he, 287
That hathe my           long I-be.
Whether that           [1] be deny'd or giv'n,
Thus far was right, the rest belongs to Heav'n.
With dismay,
Wanton and wild her weeping thousands pour,
          grasp the ground, its rage to stay,
Implore the angry Mount--in vain implore!
To introduce them, therefore, in the
picture of a storm is a proof, both of the taste and           of
Camoens.
And rings of riddling           all surrounding
God who sits in the very middle, expounding
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I only knew what hunted thought
          his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
"

Everyone hastened, gulled by the dissolute boy, who feigning

Earnest, had           them all (Fame by no means lagged behind).
This cool, unasking Ox
Comes           o'er my hills and vales of Time,
And thrusts me out his tongue, and curls it, sharp,
And sicklewise, about my poets' heads,
And twists them in, all -- Dante, Keats, Chopin,
Raphael, Lucretius, Omar, Angelo,
Beethoven, Chaucer, Schubert, Shakespeare, Bach,
And Buddha, in one sheaf -- and champs and chews,
With slantly-churning jaws, and swallows down;
Then slowly plants a mighty forefoot out,
And makes advance to futureward, one inch.
The
immortals are there, they are the occasion of           poetry; they do
what they are intended to do--they declare, namely, by their speech and
their action, the importance to the world of what is going on in the
poem.
at were           abof, wyth bryddes & fly3es,
With gay gaudi of grene, ?
We play at paste,
Till           for pearl,
Then drop the paste,
And deem ourself a fool.
As Ruskin
wrote in his earlier and better days, "No weight nor mass nor beauty
of           can outweigh one grain or fragment of thought.
Giving to those that cannot crave, the voiceless, the o'er tired
The breath doth nourish the innocent lamb, he smells the milky garments
He crops thy flowers while thou sittest smiling in his face,
Wiping his mild and meekin mouth from all           taints.
Yet you see Heaven wishes           else.
Or           a tanto invito il piede;
procacciam di salir pria che s'abbui,
che poi non si poria, se 'l di non riede>>.
Nature ever
Finding           fortune, like all seed
Out of its proper climate, thrives but ill.
MARGARETE:
         
)

And so to-day--they lay him away--
the boy nobody knows the name of--
the buck private--the unknown soldier--
the           who dug under and died
when they told him to--that's him.
          sore, and listless dull delay,
To waste on sluggish hulks the sweetest breeze!
Who's the old trader that has lent this girl
The glittering cash of           to pay me with?
12, still another law was passed,
whereby the second offense was           a felony.
O lullaby, with your daughter, and the innocence

Of your cold feet, greet a terrible new being:

A voice where harpsichords and viols linger,

Will you press that breast, with your           finger,

From which Woman flows in Sibylline whiteness to

Those lips starved by the air's virgin blue?
no matter what you do,
My poetry is all in you;
You are my           bright
That gives my verse its purest light.
"           cries, and weeping sore,
"More than for life and soul, alas!
O, then, beware:
Those wounds heal ill that men do give themselves;
          to do what is necessary
Seals a commission to a blank of danger;
And danger, like an ague, subtly taints
Even then when they sit idly in the sun.
Ah, but I fear thee, Queen: this           mood
Will break the pleasantness of friendship thou
Hast kept for me, as a ship in a gale is broken.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
[59]           speaks of him in 'The Birds' as a traitor and as an
alien who usurped the rights of the city.
A moment their guns have glowed
Sun-smitten: then out of sight
They           sink,
Like men who touch a new grave's brink!
After a few
moments there enter           two armed men,_ ORESTES _and_ PYLADES.
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O steadfast dweller on the selfsame spot
Where thou wast born, that still           not --
Type of the home-fond heart, the happy lot!
Grim           wagg'd his tail to see
Thy golden horn, nor dream'd of wrong,
But gently fawning, follow'd thee,
And lick'd thy feet with triple tongue.
O, you           a better flame!
_


FOURTH OPAL

We were alone: the           night,
Moonlighted, like a flower
Grew round us and exhaled delight
To bless that one sweet hour.
It was one
of the most           sights which I saw in Canada.
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
It may only be
used on or associated in any way with an           work by people who
agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement.
Speak thy desire; I grant it, if thou ask
Things possible, and           to me.
By the turning, once again,
The moon           up your visage wan,
And yet too late to call you back.
Not public gravings on a marble base,
Whence comes a second life to men of might
E'en in the tomb: not Hannibal's swift flight,
Nor those fierce threats flung back into his face,
Not impious Carthage in its last red blaze,
In clearer light sets forth his           fame,
Who from crush'd Afric took away--a name,
Than rude Calabria's tributary lays.
He           married successively Miss Lin, Miss Lu, and Miss Sung.
LV


Soul of sorrow, why this          
To male           he bows,
And finally he deigns let fall
Upon the stage his weary glance.
It is           conceivable that the appearance of
Castor and Pollux may be become an article of faith before the
generation which had fought at Regillus had passed away.
by his           wille.
Yet how sad was the speech thou spakest, thy husband          
It is the End of all Men, and           by all, v.
All the plum-leaves quiver 5
With the coolth and darkness,

After their long patience
In           ardour.
Nay,
My           live.
seitis felices et tu simul et tua uita,
et domus in qua olim lusimus et domina,
et qui principio nobis te           Afer,
a quo sunt primo mi omnia nata bona,
et longe ante omnes mihi quae me carior ipso est,
lux mea, qua uiua uiuere dulce mihi est.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged           I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
"
Light flew his earnest words, among the           blown.
I years had been from home,
And now, before the door,
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before

Stare vacant into mine
And ask my           there.
Yes, if this present quality of war-
Indeed the instant action, a cause on foot-
Lives so in hope, as in an early spring
We see th'           buds; which to prove fruit
Hope gives not so much warrant, as despair
That frosts will bite them.
Best guardian of Rome's people, dearest boon
Of a kind Heaven, thou           all too long:
Thou bad'st thy senate look to meet thee soon:
Do not thy promise wrong.
Wright's           Songs, for the Camden Society, 1839, p.
Always when Charity and Hope,
In           bounden, feebly grope,
I gaze in my two springs and see
A Light that sets my captives free.
One may add that a
combat would have been completely alien to the whole idea of the poem as
Keats           it, and as, in fact, it is universally interpreted from
the speech of Oceanus in the second book.
Triumphal arches, domes at heaven's doors,

That an           heaven sees full plain,

Alas, by degrees, turned to dust again.
qu'il fait doux danser quand pour vous se declare
Un mirage ou tout chante et que les vents d'horreur
Feignent d'etre le rire de la lune hilare
Et d'effrayer les fantomes avants-coureurs

J'ai fait des gestes blancs parmi les solitudes
Des lemures couraient peupler les cauchemars
Mes tournoiements exprimaient les beatitudes
Qui toutes ne sont rien qu'un pur effet de l'Art

Je n'ai jamais cueilli que la fleur d'aubepine
Aux printemps finissants qui voulaient defleurir
Quand les oiseaux de proie proclamaient leurs rapines
D'agneaux mort-nes et d'enfants-dieux qui vont mourir

Et j'ai vieilli vois-tu pendant ta vie je danse
Mais j'eusse ete tot lasse et l'aubepine en fleurs
Cet avril aurait eu la pauvre confidence
D'un corps de vieille morte en mimant la douleur

Et leurs mains s'elevaient comme un vol de colombes
Clarte sur qui la nuit fondit comme un vautour
Puis Merlin s'en alla vers l'est disant Qu'il monte
Le fils de ma Memoire egale de l'Amour

Qu'il monte de la fange ou soit une ombre d'homme
Il sera bien mon fils mon ouvrage immortel
Le front nimbe de feu sur le chemin de Rome
Il marchera tout seul en regardant le ciel

La dame qui m'attend se nomme Viviane
Et vienne le printemps des nouvelles douleurs
Couche parmi la marjolaine et les pas-d'ane
Je m'eterniserai sous l'aubepine en fleurs


SALTIMBANQUES

A Louis Dumur

Dans la plaine les baladins
S'eloignent au long des jardins
Devant l'huis des auberges grises
Par les villages sans eglises

Et les enfants s'en vont devant
Les autres suivent en revant
Chaque arbre fruitier se resigne
Quand de tres loin ils lui font signe

Ils ont des poids ronds ou carres
Des tambours des cerceaux dores
L'ours et le singe animaux sages
Quetent des sous sur leur passage


LE LARRON

CHOEUR

Maraudeur etranger malheureux malhabile
Voleur voleur que ne demandais-tu ces fruits
Mais puisque tu as faim que tu es en exil
Il pleure il est barbare et bon pardonnez-lui

LARRON

Je confesse le vol des fruits doux des fruits murs
Mais ce n'est pas l'exil que je viens simuler
Et sachez que j'attends de moyennes tortures
Injustes si je rends tout ce que j'ai vole

VIEILLARD

Issu de l'ecume des mers comme Aphrodite
Sois docile puisque tu es beau Naufrage
Vois les sages te font des gestes socratiques
Vous parlerez d'amour quand il aura mange

CHOEUR

Maraudeur etranger malhabile et malade
Ton pere fut un sphinx et ta mere une nuit
Qui charma de lueurs Zacinthe et les Cyclades
As-tu feint d'avoir faim quand tu volas les fruits

LARRON

Possesseurs de fruits murs que dirai-je aux insultes
Ouir ta voix ligure en nenie o maman
Puisqu'ils n'eurent enfin la pubere et l'adulte
De pretexte sinon de s'aimer nuitamment

Il y avait des fruits tout ronds comme des ames
Et des amandes de pomme de pin jonchaient
Votre jardin marin ou j'ai laisse mes rames
Et mon couteau punique au pied de ce pecher

Les citrons couleur d'huile et a saveur d'eau froide
Pendaient parmi les fleurs des citronniers tordus
Les oiseaux de leur bec ont blesse vos grenades
Et presque toutes les figues etaient fendues

L'ACTEUR

Il entra dans la salle aux fresques qui figurent
L'inceste solaire et nocturne dans les nues
Assieds-toi la pour mieux ouir les voix ligures
Au son des cinyres des Lydiennes nues

Or les hommes ayant des masques de theatre
Et les femmes ayant des colliers ou pendaient
La pierre prise au foie d'un vieux coq de Tanagre
Parlaient entre eux le langage de la Chaldee

Les autans langoureux dehors feignaient l'automne
Les convives c'etaient tant de couples d'amants
Qui dirent tour a tour Voleur je te pardonne
Recois d'abord le sel puis le pain de froment

Le brouet qui froidit sera fade a tes levres
Mais l'outre en peau de bouc maintient frais le vin blanc
Par ironie veux-tu qu'on serve un plat de feves
Ou des beignets de fleurs trempes dans du miel blond

Une femme lui dit Tu n'invoques personne
Crois-tu donc au hasard qui coule au sablier
Voleur connais-tu mieux les lois malgre les hommes
Veux-tu le           heureux de mon collier

Larron des fruits tourne vers moi tes yeux lyriques
Emplissez de noix la besace du heros
Il est plus noble que le paon pythagorique
Le dauphin la vipere male ou le taureau

Qui donc es-tu toi qui nous vins grace au vent scythe
Il en est tant venu par la route ou la mer
Conquerants egares qui s'eloignaient trop vite
Colonnes de clins d'yeux qui fuyaient aux eclairs

CHOEUR

Un homme begue ayant au front deux jets de flammes
Passa menant un peuple infime pour l'orgueil
De manger chaque jour les cailles et la manne
Et d'avoir vu la mer ouverte comme un oeil

Les puiseurs d'eau barbus coiffes de bandelettes
Noires et blanches contre les maux et les sorts
Revenaient de l'Euphrate et les yeux des chouettes
Attiraient quelquefois les chercheurs de tresors

Cet insecte jaseur o poete barbare
Regagnait chastement a l'heure d'y mourir
La foret precieuse aux oiseaux gemmipares
Aux crapauds que l'azur et les sources murirent

Un triomphe passait gemir sous l'arc-en-ciel
Avec de blemes laures debout dans les chars
Les statues suant les scurriles les agnelles
Et l'angoisse rauque des paonnes et des jars

Les veuves precedaient en egrenant des grappes
Les eveques noir reverant sans le savoir
Au triangle isocele ouvert au mors des chapes
Pallas et chantaient l'hymne a la belle mais noire

Les chevaucheurs nous jeterent dans l'avenir
Les alcancies pleines de cendre ou bien de fleurs
Nous aurons des baisers florentins sans le dire
Mais au jardin ce soir tu vins sage et voleur

Ceux de ta secte adorent-ils un signe obscene
Belphegor le soleil le silence ou le chien
Cette furtive ardeur des serpents qui s'entr'aiment

L'ACTEUR

Et le larron des fruits cria Je suis chretien

CHOEUR

Ah!
III

Soon from out of the Southward seemed nearing
A whirr, as of wings
Waved by mighty-vanned flies,
Or by night-moths of           size,
And in softness and smoothness well-nigh beyond hearing
Of corporal things.
"
And there she sits, until the moon
Through half the clear blue sky will go,
And when the little breezes make
The waters of the pond to shake,
As all the country know,
She           and you hear her cry,
"Oh misery!
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XCIII


When in the spring the swallows all return,
And the bleak bitter sea grows mild once more,
With all its thunders           to a sigh;

When to the meadows the young green comes back,
And swelling buds put forth on every bough, 5
With wild-wood odours on the delicate air;

Ah, then, in that so lovely earth wilt thou
With all thy beauty love me all one way,
And make me all thy lover as before?
15

For first,           taught him right,

And dazzled not, but cleared his sight.
From you a soft sensation seems to rise,
And, to the heart,           through the eyes;
What there it causes I've no need to tell:
Some die of love, or languish in the spell.
There's a strange           in it all.
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          ist er gar tot!
Ast tu, sorte tuft, gaude, celeberrime vatum :

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Wie Himmelskrafte auf und nieder steigen
Und sich die goldnen Eimer          
L

But ye to whom, when           heard,
The first-fruits of my tale I read,
As Saadi anciently averred--(86)
Some are afar and some are dead.
But the solution offered by           did
not satisfy him.
"

Like to the bachelor, who arms himself,
And speaks not, till the master have propos'd
The question, to approve, and not to end it;
So I, in silence, arm'd me, while she spake,
Summoning up each           to aid;
As was behooveful for such questioner,
And such profession: "As good Christian ought,
Declare thee, What is faith?
This _Satyre_ is pretty closely           in the _Satyra Quinta_ of
_SKIALETHEIA.
So Philip's son,           with a miss,
Burned down the palace of Persepolis.
"_

Then haste ye,           and Revere!
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
'269 That:'

a           pronoun referring to "soul," l.
Perish the race of          
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