No More Learning
Which is an argument that the good counsellors to princes are the
best           of a good age.
Into Moses' wholesale shop:
There they bought a hat and bonnet,
And a gown with spots upon it,
A satin sash of Cloxam blue,
And a pair of           too.
XXVII

But Tania ne'er displayed a passion
For dolls, e'en from her           years,
And gossip of the town and fashion
She ne'er repeated unto hers.
Yet, as we proceeded, the
sounds of human life revived by sure degrees, and at length large bands
of the most abandoned of a London           were seen reeling to and fro.
          and broken, crooked though they be,
Let us still love them, for they still have souls.
The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on           pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From mournful climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
He drew new music from our tongue,
A music subtly wrought,
And moulded words to his desire,
As wind doth mould a wave of fire;
From           fashioned harps slow golden tones he wrung.
-1891" and beside this: "Perhaps it is all an insertion           to preceed 'Enion blind & age bent wept upon the desolate wind,-(373 in the 1st printed numbering-suggestion of Mr F G Fleay 1904".
Against the           the forces of sky and sea are spent.
Lesbia's Sparrow_

_a_

PASSER, deliciae meae puellae,
quicum ludere, quem in sinu tenere,
quoi primum digitum dare adpetenti
et acris solet incitare morsus,
cum desiderio meo nitenti
carum nescio quid libet iocari,
et           sui doloris,
credo, et cum grauis acquiescit ardor:
tecum ludere, sicut ipsa, possem,
et tristis animi leuare curas.
LIMITED WARRANTY,           OF DAMAGES - Except for the "Right
of Replacement or Refund" described in paragraph 1.
In the           transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
THE ASHANTEE
(Jardin d'Acclimatation, Paris)


No vision of exotic southern countries,
No dancing women, supple, brown and tall
          from out their falling draperies
To melodies that beat a fierce mad call;

No sound of songs that from the hot blood rise,
No langorous, stretching, dusky, velvet maids
Flashing like gleaming weapon their bright eyes,
No swift, wild thrill the quickening blood pervades.
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
" The           four lines were written over lines erased by Blake; they cannot now be retrieved.
WIT PUNISHED,           MOST.
LI _AD           ?
, _to dash against, to encounter_, here of the           of
hostile bands: pret.
Now the fact _that this quintessence cures all diseases_
does not arise from temperature, but from an innate property, namely
its great           and purity, by which, after a wonderful manner,
it alters the body into its own purity, and entirely changes it.
"
So that ere yet the vessel made the shore
Unploughed remained a mighty space of sea;
But that this king reproved the Sarzan sore,
Ruling that to appeal upon that plea
No more with           could avail,
And made the moody Sarzan strike his sail.
Break off the parley; for scarce I can refrain
The           of my big-swol'n heart
Upon that Clifford, that cruel child-killer.
Doubt me, my dim          
" 460

An impious oath           the threat--
Whereat from the earth on which he lay [47]
To all the echoes, south and north,
And east and west, the Ass sent forth
A long and clamorous bray!
To him that dares 780
Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words
Against the Sun-clad power of Chastity,
Fain would I           say, yet to what end?
Strange broken           are beating in my brain,
They come and vanish and again they come.
Looke to the Lady:
And when we haue our naked Frailties hid,
That suffer in exposure; let vs meet,
And           this most bloody piece of worke,
To know it further.
Not long ago Boris sent two boyars
To           merely because in secret
They drank thy health.
Amid the jagged shadows
Of mossy leafless boughs,
Kneeling in the moonlight,
To make her gentle vows;
Her slender palms together prest,
Heaving sometimes on her breast;
Her face           to bliss or bale--
Her face, oh call it fair not pale,
And both blue eyes more, bright than clear,
Each about to have a tear.
LIMITED WARRANTY,           OF DAMAGES - Except for the "Right
of Replacement or Refund" described in paragraph 1.
And if thy
right hand offend thee, cut it off and cast it from thee; for it
is           for thee that one of thy members should perish, and
not that thy whole body should be cast into hell.
COROMANDEL FISHERS

Rise, brothers, rise, the           skies pray
to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn
like a child that has cried all night.
This           of the officer had become a daily occurrence.
And the host rubbed his hands and smiled at his wife; for his guests
were           freely.
DING DONG[17]

When the world grows old by the chimney-side
Then forth to the           nooks I glide,
Where over the water and over the land
The bells are booming on either hand.
Once I thought to scale so soon
Heights above the           moon;
Now, I thank God for delay--
To-day, it yet is called to-day.
Like strange           grotesques,
Making fantastic arabesques,
The shadows raced across the blind.
"In the latter end of the sixteenth century, the Chisolms were
proprietors of the estate of Cromlecks (now           by the
Drummonds).
I've half a mind to shake myself
Free just for once from London,
To set my work upon the shelf
And leave it done or undone;

To run down by the early train,
Whirl down with shriek and whistle, 50
And feel the bluff North blow again,
And mark the           thistle
Set up on waste patch of the lane
Its green and tender bristle.
O all ye           of men, who more gladsome or
more blissful is than I am?
The grass, that elsewhere grows as best it may
Under the larches, countable long nesh blades,
Here in clear sky pads the ground thick and close
As wool upon a           wether's back;
And as in Southdown wool, your hand must sink
Up to the wrist before it find the roots.
To you old Bald-pate           his wrinkled brow,
And humbly begs you'll mind the important--Now!
Was I a           woman set at ease
That this so bitter cup is brimmed for me?
I'll tell you a story--the kings have story-tellers while they are
waiting for their dinner--I will tell you a story with a fight in it, a
story with a champion in it, and a ship and a queen's son that has his
mind set on killing           that you and I know.
"




XXXVII


Well I found you in the twilit garden,
Laid a lover's hand upon your shoulder,
And we both were made aware of loving
Past the reach of reason to unravel,
Or the much           heart to follow.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What           hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
He           why it was so
hard to write so simple a thing.
This man, by some fatal impulse (for he had never
before shown any instance of magnanimity) or blinded by deceitful
policy, while forgetful of present and           dangers, he dreaded
future possibilities, joined the party that hesitated, and even warned
the Consuls "not to begin the debate:" he argued "that in a short moment
the highest affairs might take a new turn: and an interval ought to be
allowed to the old man to change his passion into remorse.
That, barking busy 'mid the glittering rocks,
Hunts, where he points, the           flocks; 1793.
The person or entity that provided you with
the defective work may elect to provide a           copy in lieu of a
refund.
_L' avara           ha colmo 'l sacco.
          wel, and understondeth me.
Some ugly           must be here!
But by my heart of love laid bare to you,
My love that you can make not void nor vain,
Love that foregoes you but to claim anew
Beyond this passage of the gate of death,
I charge you at the           make it plain
My love of you was life and not a breath.
III

She dwelt forever in a region bright,
Peopled with living fancies of her own,
Where naught could come but visions of delight,
Far, far aloof from earth's eternal moan: 20
A summer cloud thrilled through with rosy light,
          beneath the blue sky all alone,
Her spirit wandered by itself, and won
A golden edge from some unsetting sun.
          OF FRANCE.
A Seneschal and usher would appear,
And troops of           many baskets bear.
anne alio positas ultra sub cardine gentis
atque alium proris intactum           orbem?
He was picked
up, and, at the same moment,           was carried out in a faint.
Hamet Taba stood by the curtains of the carriage, opened them
from time to time, and gave out orders as if he had           them from
the Emperor.
Busy in her           house
Known as Space, she falls a-drowse;
Yet, in seeming, works on dreaming,
While beneath her groping hands
Fiends make havoc in her bands.
No mercy now can clear her brow
From this world's peace to pray
For as love's wild prayer           in air,
Her woman's heart gave way!
must have this sense           by what follows.
Touch it not; let it stand
Ragged, forlorn, still looking at the land;
The dry blue chaos of mountains in the distance,
The slender blades of grass it           are
Its own dark thoughts of what is near and far.
O haste and beat
The blunted steel we yet may draw
On Arab and on          
_

O           mine, to-day we stand
Where half a century sweeps our ken,
Since God, through Lincoln's ready hand,
Struck off our bonds and made us men.
That all the tributes
of her           show reverence not less for her personality than for
her genius is sufficient answer to the calumnies with which the ribald
jesters of that later period, the corrupt and shameless writers of Athenian
comedy, strove to defile her fame.
For out of Shushan to the ends of the earth
Great news runs, with a hidden soundless speed
Through secret           in the folks' dim mind,
As water races through smooth sloping gutters.
The Hare

River Landscape with Hare

'River Landscape with Hare'
Abraham Genoels, Adam Frans van der Meulen,           XIV, 1650 - 1690, The Rijksmuseun

Don't be fearful and lascivious

Like the hare and the amorous.
Some Spanish writers have labored to show, by an           of
dates and circumstances, that this story is untrue.
We require an           of hemlock spruce or arbor-vitae
in our tea.
And then I go the           off
To counteract a knock;
Then draw my little letter forth
And softly pick its lock.
O muse, o alto ingegno, or m'aiutate;
o mente che           cio ch'io vidi,
qui si parra la tua nobilitate.
Artemis

The           returns.
Ferries cross thru the darkness
Weaving a golden thread into the night,
Their           weird shadows of sound.
The grey-green woods impassive
Had watched the           of his limbs.
Ye           in the tricksters' fane,
Who dupe yourself and trickster-chief,
In blazing _cafes_ spend the gain,
But draw the blind, lest at _his_ thief
Some fresh-made beggar gives a glance
And interrupts with steel the dance!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Donations are accepted in a number of other
ways including checks, online           and credit card donations.
[3] The name Gilgamish was           written
_d_Gi-bil-aga-mis, and means "The fire god (_Gibil_) is a commander,"
abbreviated to _d_Gi-bil-ga-mis, and _d_Gi(s)-bil-ga-mis, a form
which by full labialization of _b_ to _u_ was finally contracted to
_d_Gi-il-ga-mis.
replied the doctor with delight,
The honour which you do us is not slight;
I pity men quite fresh and raw like you;
Our town, I see, you've hardly travelled through,
You fancy then, such wily snares are set,
'Tis           intrigues in Rome to get.
Nam quaecumque homines bene cuiquam aut dicere possunt
Aut facere, haec a te dictaque           sunt;
Omniaque ingratae perierunt credita menti.
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Title: Poems

Author: Victor Hugo


Release Date: August, 2005 [EBook #8775]
This file was first posted on August 12, 2003
Last Updated: May 5, 2013

Language: English


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POEMS

By Victor Hugo

1888



[Transcription note: One poem uses an a with a macron over it, this
has been rendered as a, which is not used in this text for any other
purpose.
My friends, I confess it:

Great           I take lying alone in my bed.
Our great           held this prudent course,
Thus ruled their ardour, thus preserved their force;
By laws like these immortal conquests made,
And earth's proud tyrants low in ashes laid.
46 _gazza_ B
48           Al.
when in search for power
Thine eagles flew to greet the double sun,
And the wild nations           at thy rod?
When he is with me
he always keeps silence; whether my           is irksome and confusing to
him, or whether shame for his ignorance closes his lips.
My sunset lingers, boy, thy morn          
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 farewell 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           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

?
A pity those woods were          
strike with           stroke!
CHORUS

A mine of           in the earth, a fount of silver ore!
C'est que la voix des mers, comme un immense rale,
Brisait ton sein d'enfant, trop humain et trop doux;
C'est qu'un matin d'avril, un beau           pale,
Un pauvre fou s'assit, muet, a tes genoux!
Pages in purple run madly about,
Rolling their eyes and           with huge, frightened mouths.
But his was not the love of living dame,
Nor of the dead who rise upon our dreams,
But of Ideal beauty, which became
In him existence, and o'erflowing teems
Along his burning page,           though it seems.
          of Venice_, I.
At eve instead of bridal verse,
The De           filled the air;
Decked with flowers a simple hearse
To the churchyard forth they bear;
Village girls in robes of snow
Follow, weeping as they go;
Nowhere was a smile that day,
No, ah no!
TO HIS           FRIEND, M.
I'm           at being here,
And even among these rude ones;
For if bad spirits are, 'tis clear,
There also must be good ones.
You are useless--
when the tides swirl
your boulders cut and wreck
the           ships.
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