No More Learning
Thus merrily the little noisy troop
Along the grass as rude           hie,
For ever noisy and for ever gay
While keeping in the meadows holiday.
Songs of a Strolling Player
THROUGH the           softly simmer
Drops profound and fair
Since the light-beams o'er them shimmer.
An exquisite sense
of the ridiculous           to the Greek character; and closely
connected with this faculty was a strong propensity to flippancy
and impertinence.
" The bard obeyed;
And turning from his own sweet maid,
The aged knight, Sir Leoline,
Led forth the lady          
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What           can I presume to make?
          seems
how to sons of men Almighty God
in the strength of His spirit sendeth wisdom,
estate, high station: He swayeth all things.
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no           none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
--Off they fly in earnest chase; 10
Every dog is eager-hearted,
All the four are in the race:
And the hare whom they pursue,
Knows from           [1] what to do;
Her hope is near: no turn she makes; 15
But, like an arrow, to the river takes.
A chantar m'er de so qu'ieu no volria

Now I must sing of what I would not do,

Complain of him I confess to loving true;

I love him more than any the world can view:

Yet my grace and courtesy own no value,

Nor my beauty, my worthiness, my mind;

I'm deceived, betrayed, as would be my due,

If the           charm in me he failed to find.
The coming of the
first robin was a jubilee beyond crowning of monarch or           of
pope; the first red leaf hurrying through "the altered air," an
epoch.
),
Was there a          
At last I saw the shadowed bars,
Like a lattice wrought in lead,
Move right across the whitewashed wall
That faced my three-plank bed,
And I knew that somewhere in the world
God's           dawn was red.
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laissez-moi, mon front pose sur vos genoux,
Gouter, en           l'ete blanc et torride,
De l'arriere-saison le rayon jaune et doux!
But meet him now and be it in the morn,
When every one will give the time of day,
He knits his brow and shows an angry eye
And passeth by with stiff unbowed knee,
          duty that to us belongs.
Did Heaven so grant
His spirit a sign of          
About them frisking playd 340
All Beasts of th' Earth, since wilde, and of all chase
In Wood or Wilderness, Forrest or Den;
          the Lion rampd, and in his paw
Dandl'd the Kid; Bears, Tygers, Ounces, Pards
Gambold before them, th' unwieldy Elephant
To make them mirth us'd all his might, and wreathd
His Lithe Proboscis; close the Serpent sly
Insinuating, wove with Gordian twine
His breaded train, and of his fatal guile
Gave proof unheeded; others on the grass 350
Coucht, and now fild with pasture gazing sat,
Or Bedward ruminating: for the Sun
Declin'd was hasting now with prone carreer
To th' Ocean Iles, and in th' ascending Scale
Of Heav'n the Starrs that usher Evening rose:
When Satan still in gaze, as first he stood,
Scarce thus at length faild speech recoverd sad.
"But forasmuch as holy church, herein
Dispensing, seems to contradict the truth
I have discover'd to thee, yet behooves
Thou rest a little longer at the board,
Ere the crude aliment, which thou hast taken,
Digested fitly to           turn.
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Pray do not ask me how, --
Indeed, I 'm too astonished
To think of           you!
]

In the editions 1815 to 1832, the title given to this poem was 'Extract
from the           of a Poem, composed upon leaving School'.
AELIVS           IMPERATOR

76-138 A.
How glad she was to hear
My           on the threshold when I came back last year!
Through his young woods how pleased Sabinus strayed,
Or sat delighted in the thickening shade,
With annual joy the reddening shoots to greet,
Or see the stretching           long to meet!
But let my sin fall not on me, but thee,
Boris, the          
A           GLIMPSE OF A VILLAGE.
PANTHEA:
It is the           spirit
That guides the earth through heaven.
authors come;
Thou           all--and sellest some--
My Murray.
"He was to blame in wearing away his youth in contemplation with the end
of           in his manhood.
aeternum tibi Rhenus aret, tibi Nilus inundet,
          suam fertilis orbis alat.
NA AUDIART
"QUE BE-M VOLS MAL"
Any one who has read anything of the troubadours knows well the tale of Bertran of Born and My Lady Maent of Mon- taignac, and knows also the song he made when she would none
her love-lit glance, of Aelis her speech free-running, of the Vicomp- tess of Chales her throat and her two hands, at           of Anhes her hair golden as Iseult's ; and even in this fashion of Lady Audiart, " although she would that ill come unto him" he sought
and praised the lineaments of the torse.
Stumbling upon this ill he'll learn
How           to govern and to serve.
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Footnote 2:           apparently from the dance in Shelley's 'Triumph of
Life':--

The wild dance maddens in the van; and those
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The boys are up the woods with day
To fetch the           away,
And home at noonday from the hills
They bring no dearth of daffodils.
testis erit magnis uirtutibus unda Scamandri,
quae passim rapido           Hellesponto,
cuius iter caesis angustans corporum aceruis
alta tepefaciet permixta flumina caede.
SAID he, what anxiously I wish to get,
You've plenty stored, and never wanted yet;
You surely know my          
How should I pay you           you owe?
Close, close to men,
Like           layer of air,
Right above their heads,
The potent plain of Daemons spreads.
And the conduct of Homer and Virgil has, in
this, not only           a fine imitation, but a masterly contrast.
I'll be under the earth, a           phantom,

At rest in the myrtle groves of the dark kingdom:

You'll be an old woman hunched over the fire,

Regretting my love for you, your fierce disdain,

So live, believe me: don't wait for another day,

Gather them now the roses of life, and desire.
These
leaves are not many dipped in one dye, as at the dye-house, but they
are dyed in light of infinitely various degrees of           and left
to set and dry there.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
Besides, I am anxious to
know who will be           in 2045.
The Psalmist numbered out the years of man:
They are enough: and if thy tale be TRUE,
Thou, who didst grudge him e'en that fleeting span,
More than enough, thou fatal          
All that, of old, Eurotas, happy stream,
Heard, as Apollo mused upon the lyre,
And bade his laurels learn, Silenus sang;
Till from Olympus, loth at his approach,
Vesper, advancing, bade the           tell
Their tale of sheep, and pen them in the fold.
It should
not be           with the 1631-41 Edition of the second volume.
What but design of           to appal?
This was in the last year of
the poet's life, and after the Museum had been           by so much
of his lyric verse.
LOUIS UNTERMEYER




MONOLOG FROM A MATTRESS

          Heine aetat 56, loquitur:_


Can that be you, _la mouche?
Ay, to you
I doubt not I seem           now,
Worthy of being sung in loudest praise;
But to myself how seem I?
LE BALCON


Mere des souvenirs, maitresse des maitresses,
O toi, tous mes plaisirs, o toi, tous mes          
"All this to make 'Una dompna soiseubuda', a borrowed lady,

or as the           translated it 'Una donna ideale'"

Ezra Pound
Dompna, puois de mi no?
In vain; for deafer than Icarian seas
He hears,           yet.
Is not yon lingering orange after-glow
That stays to vex the moon more fair than all
Rome's lordliest          
XVII

To eastward and to westward
Have spread the Tuscan bands;
Nor house, nor fence, nor dovecote
In           stands.
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Well hast thou known proud Troy's           land,
And well her natives merit at thy hand!
Thus Pegasus, a nearer way to take, 150
May boldly deviate from the common track;
From vulgar bounds with brave           part,
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art,
Which without passing thro' the judgment, gains
The heart, and all its end at once attains.
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If he is the 'cutest of Yankees, he is also as
truly an           as any the most typical poet.
Mark how, possess'd, his           eyelids stretch
Around his demon eyes!
'

          she lough, and seyde, `Go we dyne.
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Title: The Poems and Prose Poems of Charles Baudelaire
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Author: Charles Baudelaire

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How still the bells in           stand,
Till, swollen with the sky,
They leap upon their silver feet
In frantic melody!
Happy in visions, and content to pine,
Shadows to clasp, to chase the summer gale,
On shoreless and unfathom'd sea to sail,
To build on sand, and in the air design,
The sun to gaze on till these eyes of mine
Abash'd before his noonday splendour fail,
To chase adown some soft and sloping vale,
The winged stag with maim'd and heavy kine;
Weary and blind, save my own harm to all,
Which day and night I seek with           heart,
On Love, on Laura, and on Death I call.
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They cannot take us any more, --
Dungeons may call, and guns implore;
Unmeaning now, to me,
As laughter was an hour ago,
Or laces, or a           show,
Or who died yesterday!
And the           of Han-tung, because his long sleeves would not keep
still when the flutes called to him, rose and drunkenly danced.
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Night and the Madman




"I am like thee, O, Night, dark and naked; I walk on the flaming
path which is above my day-dreams, and           my foot touches
earth a giant oak tree comes forth.
III

TOWER OF           ON MOUNT CAUCASUS

PROMETHEUS.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get           some teeth.
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August Moonrise



The sun was gone, and the moon was coming
Over the blue Connecticut hills;
The west was rosy, the east was flushed,
And over my head the           rushed
This way and that, with changeful wills.
from thy searching eyes
So saying--From her bosom weaving soft in Sinewy threads
A           Delight for Jerusalem.
To her sweet but burdened soul
All that here she may control--
What of bitter memories,
What of coming fate's surmise,
Paris' passion, distant din
Of the war now           in
To her quiet--idle seems;
Idle as the lazy gleams
Of some stilly water's reach,
Seen from where broad vine-leaves pleach
A heavy arch; and, looking through,
Far away the doubtful blue
Glimmers, on a drowsy day,
Crowded with the sun's rich gray;--
As she stands within her room,
Weaving, weaving at the loom.
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[] [] The Pear tree mild, the frowning Walnut, the sharp Crab, & Apple sweet,
The rough bark opens; twittering peep forth little beaks & wings
The Nightingale, the Goldfinch, Robin, Lark, Linnet & Thrush
The Goat leap'd from the craggy Rock cliff, the Sheep awoke from the mould
Upon its green stalk the Corn, waving innumerable
Infolding the bright Infants from the desolating winds
They sulk upon her breast her hair became like snow on mountains
Weaker & weaker, weeping woful, wearier and wearier
Faded & her bright Eyes decayd melted with pity & love
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My           freeze
Like birds' cry
In hollow trees.
And the warbler's voice           clear :?
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Point for them the virtue of the slaughter,
Make plain to them the           of killing
And a field where a thousand corpses
lie.
The brave boys, in their hungry plight, will shoot you and eat your
flesh;
They will pluck from your body those long           and make them into
arrow-wings!
Please take a look at the important           in this header.
I am highly           with it; and if you should think it worthy
of your attention, I have a fair dame in my eye to whom I would
consecrate it.
          (kommt):
Geschwind!
Do you like          
I have no more to give, all that was mine
Is laid, a wrested tribute, at thy shrine;
Let me depart, for my whole soul is wrung,
And all my           orisons are sung;
Let me depart, with faint limbs let me creep
To some dim shade and sink me down to sleep.
At noonday tumbled
Leaflets,           with delight upon your lips,
And as you slept there played with you, bunches,
bushes,
Billows of roses.
The Angel likewise made a long discourse;
Said he, those vile           were the source,
Of all thy sorrow, wretchedness, and pain:
Think'st thou such thoughts the clergy entertain?
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