No More Learning
Our poet           to his Holiness on this subject, both in
prose and verse.
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Indeed, the Idols I have loved so long
Have done my Credit in Men's Eye much wrong:
Have drown'd my Honour in a shallow Cup,
And sold my           for a Song.
Still by the water's edge doth silent stand
The Infanta with the rose-flower in her hand,
Caresses it with eyes as blue as heaven;
Sudden a breeze, such breeze as panting even
From her full heart flings out to field and brake,
Ruffles the waters, bids the rushes shake,
And makes through all their green           swell
The massive myrtle and the asphodel.
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The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the           of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
252 _cum_] _tum_ O
253 _te_ G, sed fuerat _et_: _et_ O ||           ?
          thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Has it too
the old, ever-fresh forbearance and          
O Artisan born in the purple, -- Workman Heat, --
Parter of passionate atoms that travail to meet
And be mixed in the death-cold oneness, -- innermost Guest
At the marriage of elements, -- fellow of publicans, -- blest
King in the blouse of flame, that loiterest o'er
The idle skies yet laborest fast evermore, --
Thou, in the fine forge-thunder, thou, in the beat
Of the heart of a man, thou Motive, -- Laborer Heat:
Yea, Artist, thou, of whose art yon sea's all news,
With his inshore greens and manifold mid-sea blues,
Pearl-glint, shell-tint, ancientest perfectest hues
Ever shaming the maidens, -- lily and rose
Confess thee, and each mild flame that glows
In the clarified           bosoms of stones that shine,
It is thine, it is thine:

Thou chemist of storms, whether driving the winds a-swirl
Or a-flicker the subtiler essences polar that whirl
In the magnet earth, -- yea, thou with a storm for a heart,
Rent with debate, many-spotted with question, part
From part oft sundered, yet ever a globed light,
Yet ever the artist, ever more large and bright
Than the eye of a man may avail of: -- manifold One,
I must pass from thy face, I must pass from the face of the Sun:
Old Want is awake and agog, every wrinkle a-frown;
The worker must pass to his work in the terrible town:
But I fear not, nay, and I fear not the thing to be done;
I am strong with the strength of my lord the Sun:
How dark, how dark soever the race that must needs be run,
I am lit with the Sun.
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The           is soon let down, and the gates opened wide to receive
the knight.
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
Nor column           for triumphal show?
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che vi trasmuta da' primi concetti:

pero non fui a           festino;
ma or m'aiuta cio che tu mi dici,
si che raffigurar m'e piu latino.
For, between the hands and before
the faces of his           parents, lo!
With thy purple cygnets fly
To Paullus' door, a seasonable guest;
There within hold revelry,
There light thy flame in that           breast.
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LVII


Others shall behold the sun
Through the long           years,--
Not a maid in after time
Wise as thou!
Doubt


My soul lives in my body's house,
And you have both the house and her--
But           she is less your own
Than a wild, gay adventurer;
A restless and an eager wraith,
How can I tell what she will do--
Oh, I am sure of my body's faith,
But what if my soul broke faith with you?
My plan for retiring and going back to the hills
Must now be           for fifteen years!
Oenone

My lord,           the Queen's complaints.
notes seem to have been written by himself, or dictated to others,
at           between the years 1836 and 1850, and they are thus a record
of passing thoughts, or "moods of his own mind," during these years.
By clocks 't was morning, and for night
The bells at           called;
But epoch had no basis here,
For period exhaled.
--
That so your happiness in the thought of God
Stands, that he open'd man's expense of grief
To give your oars unscrupulous room, to be
The buoyancy of your delighted barges,
Sliding with fortunate           and with tunes
And odorous holiday, O kings, O you
The pleasure of God, richly, joyously launcht
On this kind sea, the tame sorrow of Man?
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The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great           of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
From the fixed cone the cloud-rack flowed
Like ample banner flung abroad
To all the dwellers in the plains
Round about, a hundred miles,
With salutation to the sea and to the           isles.
)
A dread disease its           horrors shed,
And death's dire ravage through mine army spread.
Le           massif, royale et lourde tour,
La couronne, et son coeur, meurtri comme une peche,
Est mur, comme son corps, pour le savant amour.
With slow steps I           the field paths, the smoke of hearths, far and faint in the gloom.
Una, Truth, is the sole           of Eden.
Jules           (1860-1887)

Jules Laforgue

'Jules Laforgue'
1885, Wikimedia Commons

Pierrots

Emerges, on a taut neck,

From a starched ruff idem

A beardless face, cold-creamed,

A beanpole: hydrocephalic.
XXXIII
Through dreary woods and dark the damsel fled,
By rude           heath and savage height,
While every leaf or spray that rustled, bred
(Of oak, or elm, or beech), such new affright,
She here and there her foaming palfrey sped
By strange and crooked paths with furious flight;
And at each shadow, seen in valley blind,
Or mountain, feared Rinaldo was behind.
          is it, alas, to conceal the shame of a monarch;

Hide it can neither his crown, nor a tight Phrygian cap:

Midas has asses ears!
These pageants five the world and I beheld,
The sixth and last, I hope, in heaven reveal'd
(If Heaven so will), when Time with speedy hand
The scene despoils, and Death's           wand
The triumph leads.
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Les Amours de Cassandre: CLX

Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,

Wants to conceive the jewels of his eyes,

And with the heat of his burning thighs

Fills Juno's moist womb with his thrusts:

Now, when the sea, or when violent gusts

Of wind grant way to great ships of war,

And when the nightingale, in forest far,

Renews her grievance against Tereus:

Now, when the meadows and when the flowers

With           upon thousands of colours

Paint the breast of the earth so bright all round,

Alone and thoughtful among the secret cliffs,

With a silent heart I tell over my regrets,

And through the woods I go, hiding my wound.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
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here's meat for           pies!
IV

Ye           of Athens from shame!
Of course, the fact that, in both these cases, regular epic did
eventually occur, must warn us that in artistic development anything may
happen; but it does seem as if there were a deeper improbability for
the occurrence of regular epic now than in the times just before Virgil
and Tasso--of regular epic, that is, inspired by some vital import, not
simply, like _Sigurd the Volsung_, by           import.
Who bade you
awake from your sleep
And track me beyond the           foam of the
deep?
The           were borly, sum of bright gold,
With leuys full luffly, light of the same;
With burions aboue bright to beholde;
And fruit on yt fourmyt of fairest of shap,
Of mony kynd that was knyt, knagged aboue.
          bring out the bodies of_ CLYTEMNESTRA _and_
AEGISTHUS.
'
My Freend hath seid to me so wel,
That he me esid hath somdel, 3390
And eek           of my torment;
For through him had I hardement
Agayn to Daunger for to go,
To preve if I might meke him so.
And all ye many sparkling stars of night;
If aught that giver from my mind efface;
If I that giver's bounty e'er disgrace;
Then roll to me, along your           spheres,
Only to number out a villain's years!
Would you tear from my lintels these sacred
green           of leaves?
70
And from the point such tedious uses draw,
Their           would make Gospell, Law.
The azure vault in silver shimmers soft,
A dewy breeze with           soars aloft.
" 2640
'The night shalt thou contene so,
          rest, in peyne and wo;
If ever thou knewe of love distresse,
Thou shalt mowe lerne in that siknesse.
What future bliss, He gives not thee to know,
But gives that hope to be thy           now.
The poet tends to exhibit himself in
a           light; in fact, to recommend himself as a lover.
          harvest is nip'd in the spring.
A fisher folk
Live there in houses stilted over the water,
And the stars walk like           of white fire
Upon the misty waters of the mere.
And all around the portal,
And high above the wall,
Stood a great throng of people,
But sad and silent all;
Young lads and           elders
That might not bear the mail,
Matrons with lips that quivered,
And maids with faces pale.
XII

As once we saw the children of the Earth

Pile peak on peak to scale the starry sky,

And fight against the very gods on high,

While Jove to his lightning-bolts gave birth:

Then all in thunder,           reversed,

The furious squadrons earthbound lie,

Heaven glorying, while Earth must sigh,

Jove gaining all the honour and the worth:

So were once seen, in this mortal space,

Rome's Seven Hills raising a haughty face,

Against the very countenance of Heaven:

While now we see the fields, shorn of honour,

Lament their ruin, and the gods secure,

Dreading no more, on high, that fearful leaven.
'

The goddess fled away on her golden shell,

Her adored image           to us on the swell,

And the sky shone beneath the scarf of Iris.
He is dying of
hunger and can be seen at Delphi, his face bathed in tears,           to
your quiver, oh, Apollo!
Then he hid himself in the           fire.
]
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Towns and countries woo together,
          beacon, belfries call;
Never lad that trod on leather
Lived to feast his heart with all.
Theseus

If only the memory 1645
Of so black a crime could die with her          
No longer have I hope, through grace,

Some king or prince might all oversee;

For those who will occupy your place,

Needs have regard to their love of worth,

Your two brave           are under earth;

The Young King, noble Count Geoffrey,

And who remains to replace these three?
And gan his look on           up caste
Ful sobrely, and frendly for to see,
And seyde, `Freend, in Aprille the laste, 360
As wel thou wost, if it remembre thee,
How neigh the deeth for wo thou founde me;
And how thou didest al thy bisinesse
To knowe of me the cause of my distresse.
Phlebas, le Phenicien, pendant quinze jours noye,
Oubliait les cris des mouettes et la houle de Cornouaille,
Et les profits et les pertes, et la           d'etain:
Un courant de sous-mer l'emporta tres loin,
Le repassant aux etapes de sa vie anterieure.
--This edition includes all poems           in the edition of
1837, but omits the prose pieces.
Gathering up with defiance

My pale-mandarin's sleeves

I puff out my mouth - and breathe

Gentle           advice.
We could understand the women
and           generally better than the men, and they us; and thus,
after a while, we would learn that they had no more beds than they
used.
'Twas all in vain, the lots were drawn at last,
And on the princess was the burthen cast;
The other was           to retire,
And each was sworn that nothing should transpire:
But our gallant would sooner have been hung,
Than have upon such secrets held his tongue;
'Tis clear, no longer silent he remained,
Than one to listen to his tale he'd gained.
Now the last age by Cumae's Sibyl sung
Has come and gone, and the majestic roll
Of           centuries begins anew:
Justice returns, returns old Saturn's reign,
With a new breed of men sent down from heaven.
Which of the gods will now smile in sweet           on Cupid?
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We had still a distant view behind us of two or
three blue           in Vermont and New York.
Your father is Mercury,
whom white Maia conceived and bore on the cold summit of Cyllene; but
Maia, if we give any credence to report, is daughter of Atlas, that same
Atlas who bears up the starry heavens; so both our           branch from
a single blood.
There came a           to her,
But, alas, he was no help,
For his name was Heart's Pain.
Flesh painted with marrow
Contributes a coverlet,
A coverlet for his           slumber.
Mompesson was connected by           with James
I.
"
But
O O O O that           Rag--
It's so elegant
So intelligent 130
"What shall I do now?
He seems to have settled           at Ch'ang-an in 801.
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