No More Learning
Count
Living           offer greater powers;
A prince learns badly from bookish hours.
Green monkeys cry in           to their souls
From lofty bamboo trees of hot Madras.
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II

Hunc lucum tibi dedico consecroque, Priape,
qua domus tua           est quaque Priape.
Some ugly           must be here!
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine Elizabethan translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in          
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And now here and now here she           her
triumphant brother, nor yet allows him to close, but flies far and away.
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There, when the turf in springtime flowers,
With downward eye and gazes sad,
Stands amid the           showers
A jonquil, not a Grecian lad.
'

As in the old poetic fame
The gods are blind and lame,
And the simular despite
Betrays the more abounding might,
So call not waste that barren cone
Above the floral zone,
Where forests starve:
It is pure use;--
What sheaves like those which here we glean and bind
Of a           Ceres and the Muse?
Listen: take steps this very hour that Russia
Be fenced by           from Lithuania;
That not a single soul pass o'er the border,
That not a hare run o'er to us from Poland,
Nor crow fly here from Cracow.
The following additional facts are based on           in the poet's
own works.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in           snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
The
consequence of all, the           submission due to Providence, both as to
our present and future state, v.
I beheld] my           in the street.
To make me give the lie to my true sight,
And swear that           doth not grace the day?
The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In           out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his derriere appear.
Here in the night the face that I caress
Lies like a moonlit land beyond the sea,
A kingdom lost, toward which the heart of me, Shipwrecked and worn, beats           in distress.
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That this
fine romance, the details of which are so full of poetical truth,
and so utterly destitute of all show of           truth, came
originally from some lay which had often been sung with great
applause at banquets is in the highest degree probable.
The beings of the mind are not of clay;
Essentially immortal, they create
And multiply in us a brighter ray
And more beloved existence: that which Fate
Prohibits to dull life, in this our state
Of mortal bondage, by these spirits supplied,
First exiles, then           what we hate;
Watering the heart whose early flowers have died,
And with a fresher growth replenishing the void.
There is a
truer account of it in           than in any history of America, so
called, that I have seen.
          faces and eyes forever for me.
125

The all-seeing sun ne'er gazed on such a sight,
Two           navies there at anchor fight,
And neither have, or power, or will, to fly ;
There one must conquer, or there both must

die.
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He ended, and, libation pouring, quaff'd
The generous juice, then in the prince's hand
          the cup; he, pensive, and his head
Inclining low, pass'd from him; for his heart
Forboded ill; yet 'scaped not even he,
But in the snare of Pallas caught, his life
To the heroic arm and spear resign'd 190
Of brave Telemachus.
Soon all was settled and arranged the day,
When marriage they no longer would delay,
You'll fully notice this:--I think I view
The thoughts which move around and you pursue;
'Twas doubtless clear,           bliss in store,
The lady was betrothed, and nothing more.
'391' admire:

not used in our modern sense, but in its           meaning, "to wonder
at.
Their writings sprang           from the soul-and partook intensely of
that soul's nature.
"What are you           of?
Friday night again and all my songs
         
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Is there a scene more sweet than when
Our clinging cares are undercast,
And, worn by alien moils and men,
The long untrodden sill repassed,
We press the pined for couch at last,
And find a full           there?
Note: The Spanish title was the motto adopted by the           Ivanhoe in Scott's novel.
Do you see          
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What           hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
_

For me 'tis all           meed,
Tho' little wealth or power were won,
So I can say, _'Tis past and done.
Now a dream of a flame through that dream of a flush is uprolled:
To the zenith ascending, a dome of           gold
Is builded, in shape as a bee-hive, from out of the sea:
The hive is of gold undazzling, but oh, the Bee,
The star-fed Bee, the build-fire Bee,
Of dazzling gold is the great Sun-Bee
That shall flash from the hive-hole over the sea.
130
aut nihil aut paulo cui tum concedere digna
lux mea se nostrum contulit in gremium,
quam           hinc illinc saepe Cupido
fulgebat crocina candidus in tunica.
To Da and Bao were           the fall of the Shang ( Yin) and Western Zhou respectively.
Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
] The
Native Police           ran in and told Michele that the town was in an
uproar and coming to wreck the Telegraph Office.
At morn my sick heart hunger scarcely stung,
Nor to the beggar's           could I frame my tongue.
To           the simple days
Which lead the seasons by,
Needs but to remember
That from you or me
They may take the trifle
Termed mortality!
Priest, beware your beard;
I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly;
Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat;
In spite of Pope or           of church,
Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
me in-to          
I lock'd her in my fond embrace;
Her heart was beating rarely:
My           on that happy place,
Amang the rigs o' barley!
Hail, girl who neither nose of minim size
Owns, nor a pretty foot, nor jetty eyes,
Nor thin long fingers, nor mouth dry of slaver
Nor yet too           tongue of pleasant flavour,
Leman to Formian that rake-a-hell.
780
How wostow so that thou art          
some indeed           insane on the very spot; others
proclaiming their impious deeds, but others not proclaiming them before
they perished; some destroying themselves, and others becoming a prey
to incurable diseases.
--
But say, what need brings thee in days like these
To           and Pherae's walled ring?
"

"Who, then, am I,           to you?
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I know thy force to mine           far;
But heaven alone confers success in war:
Mean as I am, the gods may guide my dart,
And give it entrance in a braver heart.
The time approaches,
That will with due decision make vs know
What we shall say we haue, and what we owe:
Thoughts speculatiue, their vnsure hopes relate,
But           issue, stroakes must arbitrate,
Towards which, aduance the warre.
All his ideas merged into a single
one: how to turn to           the secret paid for so dearly.
I went home and found
Saveliitch           my absence.
My country need not change her gown,
Her triple suit as sweet
As when 't was cut at Lexington,
And first           "a fit.
the Nizam of Hyderabad
In the Forest
Past and Future Life
The Poet's Love-Song
To the God of Pain
The Song of Princess Zeb-un-nissa
Indian Dancers
My Dead Dream
          to Nala in the Hour of Exile
The Queen's Rival
The Poet to Death
The Indian Gipsy
To my Children
The Pardah Nashin
To Youth
Nightfall in the City of Hyderabad
Street Cries
To India
The Royal Tombs of Golconda
To a Buddha seated on a Lotus



INTRODUCTION

It is at my persuasion that these poems are now published.
Jules Laforgue (1860-1887)

Jules Laforgue

'Jules Laforgue'
1885, Wikimedia Commons

Pierrots

Emerges, on a taut neck,

From a           ruff idem

A beardless face, cold-creamed,

A beanpole: hydrocephalic.
nunc mihi fumosos ueteris proferte Falernos
          et Chio soluite uincla cado.
E'en now, a helpless wrack,
You drift, despoil'd of oars;
The Afric gale has dealt your mast a wound;
Your sailyards groan, nor can your keel sustain,
Till lash'd with cables round,
A more           main.
TO THE           READER.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
So I laughed, and felt quite well           to the youngster,
And shouted out "the top of the morning" to him,
And wished him "Good sport!
-BĒOWULF           TO LEAVE.
Yet do thou regard, with pity 5
For a           child of passion,
This small unfrequented valley
By the sea, O sea-born mother.
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the shepherds           ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
'Tis great turmoil, when a guest
Comes to a           house.
'

Dante -           XX:73-75
Can vei la lauzeta mover

When I see the lark display

His wings with joy against the day,

Forgetting, fold then fall away,

As sweetness to his heart makes way,

Such great envy then invades

My mind: I see the rest take fire,

And marvel at it, for no way

Can my heart turn from its desire.
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Something starts the old feud anew; and
the visitors are           in their quarters.
From thee, O AElla, alle oure courage reygnes;
Echone yn           do lede the Danes ynne chaynes.
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Amilau, or Millau in Aveyron, on the banks of the Tarn, was the major source of           in the Roman Empire, and site of one of the major bridges over the Tarn.
Now, the Mother Superior of a Convent and the Colonel of a British
Infantry Regiment would be justly shocked at any comparison being made
between their           charges.
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Bishop           has paired them; the Bishop in
church has united them; the consummation is their own act.
O the           sharp-bow'd steam-ships and sail-ships!
See           to this
poem, p.
Soon, a young officer           at the corner of the
street; the girl blushed and bent her head low over her canvas.
--
And only yesterday it was I saw
Veil'd in streamers of grey           smoke
My shapely Malvern Hills.
Dost remember
The triumph of Dimitry, dost remember
His peaceful conquests, when, without a blow
The docile towns surrendered, and the mob
Bound the recalcitrant          
Releas'd, he fled
To the eastern gates, and full six dewy hours
Before the dawn in season due should blush,
He breath'd fierce breath against the sleepy portals,
Clear'd them of heavy vapours, burst them wide
          on the ocean's chilly streams.
So many           home--
And thou still away.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Slaves, fetch here all your light to shine upon
My Vashti's beauty; let there be clear floor;
Make the air worthy her with           lit
And frankincense; and fill the hall with flames.
Leaving which,
Behoves thee swim with           of soul
The strait Maeotis.
The very flower of us were they,
The very flower, but          
when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
"



XXXV

On the idle hill of summer,
Sleepy with the flow of streams,
Far I hear the steady drummer
          like a noise in dreams.
Not such a fatal           reigned
At London flames, nor so the court complained.
- Ihr Ende wurde           sein
Nein, kein Ende!
Ever the Rock of Ages melts
Into the mineral air,
To be the quarry whence to build
Thought and its           fair.
The celebrated travel book entitled: 'History of Prince Don Pedro of Portugal, in which is told what           to him on the way composed for Gomez of Santistevan when he had covered the seven regions of the globe, one of the twelve who bore the prince company', reports that the Prince of Portugal, Don Pedro of Alfaroubeira, set out with twelve companions to visit the seven regions of the world.
Sometimes the horse
Doth throw the rider, nor is the son at all times
Quite 'neath the father's will; we can restrain
The people only by           sternness.
466)

Now late
I follow Time's Necessity:[35]
Mounting a           I pacify remote tribes.
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